#in the early stages

[viric-dreams]

Since I've had the early Nite lore sitting in my drafts for weeks, and this could get long:

The whole plan to plant a double agent within an extremist faction seeking the Liberation of Night and take them down from the inside was not purely a Sequencer plot. In fact, it was a collaboration between several different factions with a vested interest in stopping said group from enacting a plan that would result in chaos and severe casualties.

The original plan was more elaborate--to plant Roberts in a more moderate faction, with whom some of their members had more radical sympathies, and for him to try to seek an in with this Liberation group.

None of the factions involved had accounted for the Benthic researchers attempting to "cure" Sequencers.

Though neither will remember it after the fact, the escape was chaotic: grab as many documents as you can, inflict violence on whomever comes within striking range, break whatever possible, and get the hell out of there before it's too late.

Which is how Nite properly came to hours later on the streets of London, ear hurting something awful, and a handful of identifying documents, pages of notes of which he could make little sense, and a time for an upcoming meeting.

Nowhere in any of these papers nor his mind, however, was the location or purpose for said meeting.

Poor luck had, shortly after this point, landed him in the wrong neighborhood, where his accent and militaristic posture had him mistaken for a constable or in the employ of the Empress, in a place where both parties were not viewed in high regard. This swiftly devolved into a scrap, broken up by the actual constables, and Nite ended the evening in the back of a police carriage.

His salvation, however, came a few hours later, when an officer he'd never seen before pulled him from his holding cell, returning his items to him with a wink. When he left the station and took stock of his possessions to find a note among them, scrawled on it, an address. 

The meeting with the revolutionaries goes well, exceptionally well, and he finds himself absolutely taken with the cause. Not just the cause, but the group fighting for it and how they took him in so readily. There's something about that sense of belonging that feels so right, pushing him to burrow his way deeper into the group and their affections.

They don't know, of course, about the gaps in his memory. And perhaps they don't need to know. He has a good thing going, and there's no need to rock the boat.

There's just one thing that's unusual about the situation: He recognises one of the faces in the group, the good-looking man who seemed exceptionally enthusiastic about their acceptance of him on his first day, who seems to smile at him like they have some sort of a shared secret, who holds eye contact before turning down a secluded corner. It seems to scratch at a part of his brain where he can't quite seem to scrape the memories loose from wherever they're buried. Even without them, he has a pretty good idea of what the man wants. He turns the corner and presses close.

He's wrong.

So very wrong.

The man shoves him, spitting and cursing. He's a constable--does Nite have any idea the kind of hell he could bring down upon him for such filth? After all the work he put in to get Nite where he was. And he could ruin him just as easily. Destroy the relationships he's built over the last weeks.

He panics.

Nite would like to say that he blacked out, that he doesn't remember the murder. But that wouldn't be true. He feels like he should be more unsettled by it, by the fact that his hands seemed to know exactly what to do, how straightforward and simple it all seemed. How he knew just how to ensure that the constable wouldn't be coming back.

And the man was a constable. A mole. The fool even had his badge on him. He could present this to the revolutionaries, that he was forced to stop him in order to save them all. That would make him a hero. Even more devoted to their cause. The man of the hour.

The shocking thing--it works. It's cause for celebration, in fact.

Roberts wakes up in London with no memory since his first arrival at the docks and a killer hangover.

[ltwilliammowett]

The Danish training ship "Georg Stage" (1934) dresses in rainbow colour, 2021 

[jayohdotp]

Date Night 🖤🪦

[narfin-frood]

idea that was haunting me while i took a shower earlier (transcript & single image page under the cut)

(figured i'd split it up so it would load a little quicker and display a little sharper)

TRANSCRIPT:

{hater and peepers are in a time orbble, and hater is racing along at full speed while peepers, unable to keep up, whirls around the orbble, yelling, distraught, as he does.}

HATER: back to the present! back to the present!!

PEEPERS: WHOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAA!!!

{hater skids to a stop, and peepers is left to tumble until he loses his momentum.}

HATER: WAIT!! IS THAT...????

PEEPERS: WuoWoWOWwoOOough OOMPH!!

{hater presses his lack of a nose against the orbble's wall. beyond it, there's a stage, spewing smoke from machines into the crowd surrounding it. there's a banner hanging above it, reading "NOzN", stylized like the nine inch nails logo.}

HATER: IT IS!! IT'S...IT'S THE NINETY-OUNCE NIHILISTS POST-DEMOLITION GHOST-PLANET TOUR!!!

{hater continues to gush about the particular album he owns that contains the setlist they did for this particular tour, and says he knows all the words. peepers is picking himself up off the floor.}

PEEPERS: oogh...wh... that old band? hold on. when exactly did this tour happen?

HATER: oh, not too long ago. only a few...

(pause)

HATER:...hundred years ago

PEEPERS: because if ninety-ounce nihilists broke up in... wait. DID YOU SAY HUNDRED???

HATER, talking over peepers: SHH SHH SHUT UP PEEPERS, IT'S STARTING!

{focus turns to major threat on the stage, holding the microphone and introducing himself. to his left is somebody with a big hat and an equally big electric guitar.}

MAJOR THREAT: how's it going tonight? feeling doomed? well, get used to it!! we are NINETY-OUNCE NIHILISTS!!!

HATER, offscreen: hey, who's the guitarist?

PEEPERS, offscreen: i don't know, sir...

HATER: never seen him on the poster...

{the guitarist tilts his head up to reveal his identity... it's wander! wander in guyliner and a leather jacket!}

HATER: wait... NO!!!

PEEPERS: wait, WHAT??

{hater gapes down at the stage, croaking in shock and disgust. peepers looks down in shock.}

PEEPERS: wh- how- that can't be right!... that makes him how old??

{wander starts to play his guitar, major threat starts to sing.}

HATER: all this time. that filthy riff...i can't believe it...

PEEPERS: neither can i, sir...

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this is pretty silly and self indulgent but i finished it in such a short window of time i figure it mustve been a necessary assignment. here are a few songs they could be playing because i like nine inch nails and i like wander over yonder music

imagine if u will. two man gentleman band cover

[zipsunz]

a comic i did for sunny's birthday ☀️ 🎨

(art by me, script by @sunkitty143!)

[wolfythewitch]

This progression is so funny to me what happened to you my dude

[tinyfantasminha]

Who is your favorite fearless hero 🐱

Guys im being so serious Puss in Boots the Last Wish became one of my comfort movies so fast SOBS I could easily picture Grim in Puss' position through the whole movie so I had this idea! It's just perfect lol. And who else could Death/Lobo be. You had it coming (And an actor AU as a complementary:)

[jesuistrestriste]

making art donaldson one of those cute lil 'coupon books' for his birthday <3

he's beaming and reading them off as he flips through it in front of you for the first time; butterflies in his stomach because of how much he loves you + how cute you are.

but you're actually just super h*rny for him.

"hm, okay, 'one backrub'... off to a good start.."

"... okay.. 'one sloppy makeout sesh'.. don't we do that anways..?"

"oh my god.. 'one creampie'... no complaints there.. hah.."

"woah. baby.. 'one instance of receiving road-head'. that sounds like a bad idea. you know how i get. we'd definitely hit someone's mailbox."

"this is... alright. uh. 'one finger up your butt during a handjob'. i.. i guess we have been talking about that.. do we have lube? .. that look on your face is only making me more nervous."

"okay WOAH wait wait wait- 'one pegging session'..?! okay, okay, let's backpedal for a second here- you little pervert-"

[isjasz]

"[...]Plus, when it rained, the palace grounds were pretty much empty, everyone else taking shelter, so I’d usually have the whole garden to myself. Perfect time to dance around like nobody was watching.” 

“Dance around?” 

“Yeah!”

(In which the vex prince sets out on a magical journey of a lifetime, and an unassuming avian knight is dragged along for the ride.)

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THE DOOR IS NON-EXISTENT ALREADY LAST BUT VERY NOT LEAST FOR HSBB FROM ME These are my pieces for @gaylotusthatexists's epic fic series "to the ends of the earth" again in @hermitshippingbigbang!! :D

This is for chapter 11 of the fic featuring THE DANCE SCENEEEEEE go. read it. it's so worth it i swear they are so SJKDADwijwa and the whole world Lotus has created within the fic is so cool!!

It's botw but epic and it's scarian and I might have immediately lost it when I saw the fic summary back in *checks dms with nox* September. and the actual fic did not disappoint it is absolutely lovely <3

GOOGGOO YIPPEE👉👉👉👉👉

[milimeters-morales]

Pavitr definitely told his Maya Aunty about Miles’s embarrassing mistake btw trust me

[serpentface]

Wardin provincial tax magistrate on the annual Apomalo Tlinya (phrase close in meaning to 'journey of the late (autumn) sun'), which is a tax collection tour.

His station is marked by his white cloak, royal blue belt, gullfeather khattanocuy, the ability to bear a sword, and a scroll containing documents stamped with the Usoma's seal confirming his identity and authority. He does not travel alone, but is accompanied by a large retinue of scribes, soldiers, advisors, and servants.

All citizens have tax obligations regardless of class, and these are owed primarily in grain and livestock. This is based in this internal economy being predominantly a barter system (with its coin currency having direct value as precious metals and serving as a means of establishing fixed values for various trade goods) and heavily reliant on agricultural goods. It is significantly more difficult to evade or cheat on taxes when what you owe can be established by sight, measured in hard to miss livestock and fields of crops.

As such, taxes are collected via annual tours in which these magistrates (personally appointed by the Usoma and collecting in his name) tour their lands in person. The Apomalo Tlinya serves multiple purposes. It is primarily a method of collecting tax, but also doubles as a way to assess a province's agricultural wealth and well-being as a whole and to take an official census of the population.

This routine act of taxation has been integrated into official religious practice, being looped in with the bounty of the harvest season and thanksgiving to the face Inyamache for having provided the necessary long summer sunlight as the days grow shorter. The actual Apomalo Tlinya begins upon the official celebrations of the New Maize day in each capital city (usually observed on a separate day at the actual end of the harvest for each village), where the festival ends with the tax party leaving the city in procession. The magistrate always ceremonially rides a red bull khait, bearing a solar disk framed by royal dual-viper insignia on its horns. The bull's journey is compared to the ideal seasonal behavior of the sun, generating new life out of rain-fertile earth and then 'dying' after the harvest to allow for the rains to come. Villages who host the Apomalo Tlinya entourage each night experience a fringe benefit via permission to introduce any receptive mares to the bull and possibly get some (very valuable) calves out of it. The bull will be sacrificed at the end of the journey in a final act of thanksgiving, in hopes this offering will help ensure the next year is bountiful.

The attempted veneer of solar thanksgiving and harvest cheer aside, the Apomalo Tlinya visit is enjoyed by just about no one (except for perhaps the people lucky enough to get a pretty khait calf out of it), as it entails the personal loss of some of this aforementioned harvest. Nobility owe SUBSTANTIALLY higher taxes than commoners (given that they are considered to Own the majority of the crops/livestock, which is only Tended by their land's peasants), though the actual tax burden is proportionately steeper on the peasantry (whose tax obligations will come primarily out of their allotted share of the harvest, and/or any livestock they raise on the side). Taxes don't tend to be outright devastating in years with average crop yields, but an already bad year can be made ruinous by this visit. The timing also coincides with seasonal harvest festivities. A few unlucky villages every year may have their New Maize feast day interrupted by the sound of horns and a small legion of white-clad taxmen bearing down to collect.

Each province has only one tax magistrate, making this a lengthy and logistically complicated undertaking. It begins at the end of the harvest season (late summer), and the rounds may not finish until early winter. While it might be easier to divide these duties among a greater number of less-powerful officials, this allows taxation to remain Relatively centralized and performed by trusted appointees (often friends or relatives of the Usoma himself). This has had side effects of these officials becoming especially powerful individuals within each province, with very little checks in place to prevent corruption (beyond hope for sustained loyalty, often reinforced with special privileges and favors). Flagrant abuse of this system is rare, but more unpopular magistrates are commonly suspected to leverage additional off-the-books taxes for their own personal gain.

[kimodraw]

so you say. you wanna make contact

[bleue-flora]

Ok, so can we talk about Punz for a second? Because like when I rewatched that stream the other day, not only did I notice that it was Punz who avenged Dream by killing Tommy and returning all of his stuff, after Sapnap and Tommy had ambushed Dream and refused to return it [details] (making him truly the mvp, who really doesn’t get enough credit). But I also noticed some other fun things.

Specially this.

And this.

Tommy punches Dream -> immediately killed by Punz [clip].

Like okay maybe we could make the point that Dream pays him to kill Tommy and reclaim all of his stuff [clip], but pretty sure Dream isn’t paying him to be so protective.

[gl-saveme]

Bugging the older woman you have a crush on at her place of work // *insert something about she fell first but the other fell harder*

Anueng & Nueng | Blank EP 1 Rak & Pam | Us Ost Kissin' Out of Dream

[bucksaiga]

“C’mon.” Buck said randomly, patting his lower back.

“What?”

“I-I wanna give you a piggy back ride.”

Tommy groaned. “Evan. I can walk just fine.”

Buck patted his back again. “Come on. Let’s go.” He said more adamantly, refusing to take no for an answer.

Tommy reluctantly climbed on Buck’s back , wrapping his strong thighs around Buck’s hips, and draped his arms over him.

Buck hoisted Tommy up slightly and grasped his thighs. “Alright, there we go.”

Tommy was awkwardly silent as Buck took him around the park. Buck could feel Tommy’s heart pounding against his back and sensed his unease and tension.

“Nobody’s looking at us, Tommy.” Buck said, causing him to laugh.

“Very cute, Evan. I remember that being my line.”

“Well, now it’s mine.” Buck decided as they walked along a bridge over a pond, spotting some ducks in the water. “I know you’re not used to this—“

"You're right. I'm not." Tommy admitted. "The men I date don't usually offer me piggy back rides."

“There’s a first time for everything.” Buck said with a slight chuckle.

They continued their stroll through the park enjoying the slight breeze and calm ambiance. Buck told Tommy some fun facts about the trees, flowers growing near the pond, why ducks shouldn’t eat bread and even informed Tommy that the inventor of frisbees came up with the idea as a teenager, throwing popcorn tin lids with his girlfriend.

“It’s a really beautiful day, isn’t it?” Buck sighed wistfully, admiring the scenery.

“Mhm.” Tommy hummed as he buried his reddened face in Buck’s shoulder.

This was the safest he’d ever felt in a relationship—perhaps even his whole life.

He felt so secure. So happy. So…small. Which would probably sound silly if said aloud. But, nonetheless. Tommy did feel small, being held so securely with his feet dangling above the ground—yeah. How could he not love this?

“If you hide your face, you’ll miss the sunset.” Buck said softly, prompting Tommy to lift his head.

“Are you sure you’re not tired?”

“I had 2 cups of coffee this morning. I’m pretty wide awake.”

“No.” Tommy snorted. “I meant—are you tired of carrying me?”

“Oh!” Buck laughed. “No. It’s fine.”

A brief silence fell upon them as they watched the fiery red sun setting.

“Did you know the sun starts to lose its color as it sets? As it drops into the horizon, it loses its blue, then green and yellow, then orange wavelength hues. And all that’s left is red.”

“That’s why it looks like a fireball when the sunsets.”

“Yep. It’s probably the only fire we never want to put out.” Buck said with a smirk.

“I would never want to put out our fire either.”

“Yeah?”

“I love you, you know.”

“Yes I-I do know. And I love you too.”

“So, can I give you a piggy back ride home?”

Buck shook his head. “I’m not putting you down.”

“I could just jump off your back.”

“If you try it, you’ll take me down with you, because I’m not letting you go.”

“Evan…” Tommy warned, pulling Buck down into the grass with him. The two tumbled around for a few moments, then lied in the grass, laughing together until the sky turned dark and everyone around them had already gone home.

[evankinardscoffee]

OLIVER STARK JUST TALKED ABOUT BUCKTOMMY!!

"The relationship with Tommy is much where it was left off, it's in early stages, they're still learning and figuring things out about each other and what a relationship might or could look like" 🥺✨️