#inventions timeline

[arthur-lesters-right-arm]

Kayne: Yk I actually created cocaine for fun and named it after myself they all just spelt it wrong. It hit exactly the way I intended though, it was ROUGH! fucked them up real good for YEARS it was so bad lol you'll see if you live that long

Arthur, who was probably prescribed crack cocaine by his doctor or smth: wait what

[qwantzfeed]

Mario 34 is absolutely the logical midpoint between 4/World and 64, and it is exactly analogous to how the Ambassador-class Enterprise C is the logical midpoint between the Excelsior-class B and the Galaxy-class D, arising not from chronological progression but from being filled in, in retrospect, as the shortest distance between two set points.  i may have just written the nerdiest sentence of my life and i have no regrets

[erikkarlsson]

to all the sports “writers” mad that sharks winning the lottery proves that “tanking works,” i regret to inform you that this team actually tried very hard to win every game. they just suck.

[spliqi]

higuchi thoughts of the day: as much as i love the idea of her having some devastatingly destructive ability… her having a healing/support ability would explain so much of her character. like. her high ranking in the mafia despite (as far as we know) not being extraordinarily strong. her assignment to akutagawa + his resentment of her + her being so overprotective of him. the irl author’s connection to mori and yosano. dw about it

[per1w1nkl3]

with how worked up kirk gets everytime a (semi)sentient machine pops up (and with all the work he puts in exploding robots with the sole power of irrational behavior) I think he straight up would have a heart attack if he knew about holosuits

[esteemed-excellency]

vacuum cleaners: canon ✅️

[r0semultiverse]

Ablrecht Entrati is the Y2K bug

Can anyone figure out what the virus text says? I think it's void-related based on the eye imagery, but I'm not 100% certain whats going on with that. 👀

Look at the clock in the background, literally a minute away from the year 2000.

[allgremlinart]

stop arguing the existence of forklifts in the atla comics under my post you guys. there was an honest to god truck in Day Of Black Sun

[pebblezone]

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (is normal)

[moe-broey]

Had. An extremely funny vision to revamp Moe's staff.

The design isn't super final, I can never really decide how I want the accents to look... trying to keep them in line with how the Askr trio's weapons look. Especially the signature color magic glow that's present in their special arts!!!

Anna has it too!!!!! You just don't see it bc her art gets cut off in game. Also, additional image bc you don't see the handle v well in her special.

Which is why, here, the green gem is most prominent on Moe's weapon.... geen....... idk if I'm keeping the other ones that look like the summoning circle orbs. It was just something I wanted to try out!

BUT. BUT. The Main Idea here is that Moe added its own touch to the staff. Yeah, the dangly halo was a Neat idea, but this concept is just so much funnier to me..... says SO much about Moe as a character... it is ALWAYS. Making and customizing things. I can also see Moe using the carabiner practically as well! Now, I wonder why it held onto those two feathers in particular... 🤔

[arthur-lesters-right-arm]

In another life Arthur would be the sluttiest piano player in a boy band

[aberfaeth]

celestial navigation truly is that bitch

[overtake]

If i see one more person spread “news” sourced to outlets like f1-insider… please actually pay attention to sources and use critical thought about where it came from. these accounts want their engagement numbers and will share information derived from a fucking reddit comment if they think it’ll earn them a few extra dollars. there’s always an off chance these bullshit tabloids are right, but they almost never are, and a legitimate source will come along if there’s any whisper of truth to it. i just beg of people to simply wait for sources with the slightest bit of credibility to their name before they start sharing information.

[brighteststar707]

The Bomb

When your heroes lose their shine and you start to see things clearly, you can only hope that it’s not too late to make right the things you’ve done in their name.

✦ Words: 1093

The roads all look the same, the cars all blend into one another, just more obstacles standing between Seven and the apartment. He already lost too much time packing everything without Vanderwood noticing, and even more time getting past them in the first place. It’s time Seven doesn’t have. Time that person in the apartment certainly doesn’t have.

Oh god, Seven thinks. Please don’t move.

He’s terrified of arriving at the apartment and finding smoke and rubble where they were supposed to be. He is too scared to even consider that possibility. It will be more blood on his hands he cannot possibly hope to ever wash away.

At least he’s on the road. His mind always turns off to some degree when he’s driving, narrowing down the world into just the three lanes he’s facing. It means he doesn’t have the space to worry about the aftermath of him running off from work, the consequences that are certainly going to catch up to him.

It does not, however, stop the sick twisting feeling in his stomach from churning on. Like the edge of a bandage just pulling up to show the wound underneath, his guilt had started to rear its head after V had given the apartment the all-clear. He should have known, he thinks. How do you forget a bomb that you installed in a building? How do you, in good conscience, allow someone to stay there? 

That line of questioning only leads into worse accusations. Because he can assign responsibility for letting someone stay in the apartment to V. But the bomb? That one is all his.

He can still remember it like it was yesterday. Rika bringing it up to him as casually as if she were suggesting lunch options. A bomb, to scare off potential threats to her and the data she held. Only as a threat, obviously, she had added afterwards. Like an afterthought. I’d never really use it.

She must have known even then, the power she held over him. He would have done anything for her if she only asked it the right way. And that she did.

Thinking back to it now, it makes Seven feel sick.

She had told him that she felt desperate, that she needed a way to feel safe in her own home. And of course Seven understood that. The paranoia, the inability to sleep because he was scared of people coming for him or Saeran. He had just returned from the USA and had been fitting his house with alarm systems of his own design. He never entered a room without looking for an exit first. So how could he fault her for her desperation?

Then came the compliments. He was the only person with the skills to build this. She trusted only him to build her something that wouldn’t backfire on her. Furthermore, he was the only person she could trust with this information. The threats, the protection she needed. He was the only one she told, and Seven liked the feeling of being her confidant. He was nineteen, had already faced so many horrors firsthand. He felt grown-up. He wasn’t a helpless child anymore.

After everything she had done for him, he rationalised, couldn’t he do this one thing for her? Who was he to question what she needed?

In the end, it took an embarrassingly short about of time for her to convince him to do it.

Once his concerns had been subdued, he managed to focus his attention on the building of the thing. This is the part he’s good at. Inbetween agency assignments, he studied the workings of explosives, turned over the various problems in his head until all that was left was to build.

He still has the blueprints in a drawer somewhere in his office. He should burn them.

He can still remember the feeling of the thing in his hands. Cold and foreboding, smooth, save for the few wires on the side. He had fitted the pieces together himself, like a sick sort of puzzle. He had been so excited to visit her apartment for the first time to install it. It had felt like a gift, to be able to help her when she needed him most. At the time, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that she knew what she was doing.  

He had always had an idealised image of Rika in his head. She sparkled, a bright pillar of safety and solace standing in his world of shadowed figures and dark rooms. He couldn’t look at her directly but could only hope that her light would shine on him a little longer. Even after she died, this image had persevered. In death, she was tragic and kind and all her good qualities magnified.

How had it taken him this long to try and look at her directly? To squint through her shine and see her at the centre, to see the kind of person who would put others at risk for her own safety? Who would make him an accomplice in her paranoia?

He had felt proud at the time. Of his creation, of how he had managed to help her. Now, he just feels dirty. Exploited for his skills, blinded by his admiration, hopeful for her praise. He should have known better. She should have known better.

He hadn’t trusted anyone before he met Rika and V. He had trusted precious few people since meeting them. But these two who stepped in to look out for him and his brother even when they had no reason to, surely they were people he could rely on? He hadn’t questioned their motives before this. Maybe he should have.

The obvious questions are staring him in the face now, no bandage of denial and trust left to hide under. Ones like what lies have I covered for them? and if they asked this of me, what did they ask of Saeran?

But he is running out of time. The questions will have to wait.

He abruptly pulls the car over. He has come close enough to the building. The rest he will have to go on foot. So far, no smoke. But he is not in the clear yet.

Oh god, he thinks. Please let them still be alive. I’d do anything.

Seven starts to run. It’s too late to undo the things he did in the past, but he’s not going to let an innocent person die as a consequence of his mistakes. He’ll pay for that himself.

[macbethz]

you guys better fucking CHEER and CLAP when i drop my mini sci fi project tomorrow. she is very special to me

[scalproie]

being reminded of villains/antagonists from other media I like but dont engage with anymore bc some fans made me wanna kill us all makes me realize how thankful I am that the cliff is such an important part of kazuya's character