#merging mass

[clericofshadows]

Mod update!

I've updated Miranda Lawson's Armory to include Kai Leng's armor as an optional addition and to fix a few misc issues.

Enjoy!

[writer-room]

“Where’s Cole and Jay?” “Where’s Wu?” “Where’s Pixal?” Where’s literally everyone else. Where is the entirety of Ninjago. Where are all of their enemies.

Where’s Harumi? Is she off making another gang? What about Skylor and the other Elemental Masters?  Where’s Dareth? Don’t tell me Dareth isn’t trying to continue on the Ninja’s legacy out there. The Upply and Vania? Are they out there doing good, hoping the Ninja will come back? Vinny? Is he good?

What about Garmadon? Or Misako? Lou? Ed and Edna? Ray and Maya? Cyrus Borg? Where are they. Are they not worried about their kids.

What about Clouse? He was sent to the Underworld, he’s possibly with a Skulkin army! And Vex? Vex is there too! He’s roaming freely across the lands! Pythor is still around, probably getting beaten with brooms from old ladies. Aspheera probably broke out of prison the literal day of the Merge, so god knows where she is now.

Were they all just...laying low for a year? Not causing problems? I realize the new Merged land is huge but surely they aren’t just chilling peacefully in a cottage somewhere, right? Like, compared to these guys, Imperium is such a non-problem that I kinda want them to come back just to watch Beatrix get so outrageously offended that shes barely worth the effort while the Ninja kill the Overlord for the 8th time. I think it should be utilized more often that the Ninja aren’t stepping onto Imperium’s turf, Imperium is stepping onto the Ninja’s turf, and they’ll find this out the hard way. By the never ending SEA of allies and villains that keep popping up out of the woodwork

[rosewheresheshouldntbe]

Rose shouldn't be trapped in her room, unable to go explore the house.

What is going on out there???

[baleclava]

I don’t care dude, I still need Shepard to come back for the next Mass Effect

[gentaroukisaragi]

I'll be honest gang this episode of If Books Could Kill about the book Who Moved My Cheese? is hitting so close to home someone has thrown a brick through my bedroom window

[adelle-ein]

why do i collectively refer to all versions of windows from the 90s-2000s as windows xp. like i don't think i even used computers with xp that often. 98/95 are much more evocative for me. can't even remember that vista and 8 exist. but no it's all xp in my head

[abyssalpriest]

"omg when you're doing something new like playing poker or golf and he comes behind you and holds your arms to help you play... So romantic..." ok but have you had your god puppet your body subtly. Have you felt his energy slowly vibrating inside your flesh. Have you felt your nerves become tiny tubes through which you now feel him like a basket star spread. Have you felt the parasite expansions of slow moving abyssal divinity begin to drown your own mind in deep seawater to the point your head is always above the surface, kept there by him letting you maintain control, while he holds and drowns the rest of you. Have you walked with the distinct impression of someone else inside your limbs, muscles, your body inhabited by two. Have you had his hands on your fate strings and impulses and him recreating himself inside your instincts.

[museenkuss]

Made the grossest most difficult and frustrating dough in a LONG time. It took roughly 1.5h and way too many ingredients (5eggs?!?!) to produce this monster, so wish me luck that the resulting cake is edible. Had a breakdown in the middle of it too btw.

[cheryxshug]

@d0vegum apostasy lwk

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[accursedthing]

Microsoft Office Suite was designed by a team of complete buffoons

[svbhuman]

idk man. i should be humble and whatnot but i have to defend myself

[nikkisticki]

Believing that sky farts and shiny rocks are magic is no better then Christianity or any religion, but it does come from the same (and very human) place.

A lot of people crave order in some format, to understand the machinations of reality through the lens of some spiritual nonsense that gives the world the appearance of being much more mystical, wonderful and massive.

Unfortunately, it's all bupkis. Doesn't make anyone inherently evil to believe in it, but it is just an illusion to bring comfort.

Admitting my star sign was a mistake.

[kinhagamer]

[Para Jogar] 12 games que joguei essa semana [PC/Xbox/Playstation]

Nada como um feriado para colocar a vida em dia, digo os jogos em dia. E nada como o Game Pass para acabar com o que me restava de vida social. Testei vários jogos, alguns gostei e empolguei outros abandonei, não quer dizer que eram ruins, mas só que não fazem meu tipo, de jogo, claro. Assassin’s Creed Mirage Recomendo! Assassin’s Creed é uma das minhas franquias favoritas, então sou suspeita.…

[radiates-confusion]

More Worldbuilding!

Ok, Ok, with the fuckery that is everything that's going on that I'm having to keep track of, This is no longer a 30 day, nor prompt based, thing, It's me making sure even my midnight thoughts are tracked, and also using social media to hold me accountable to actually get work done.

On that lovely note, I have made progress on the landmass that is where Campaigns take place! Man, When I tell you tryna work out how many days travel 3 hexes took drove me crazy, I mean crazy! I almost messaged my DM cause I just couldn't work it out from the book! I worked it out eventually, after working out that I could find a destination 180 miles away, put it inot google maps, and then just have that tell me how long it would take to walk there! I think I'm probably gonna make it slightly longer to each place but uhh anyway:

I decided to roughly map out the areas controlled by like, each major city, kinda like....Idk, each county in the country??? Anyway, here it is!

(And we have the hexmat in use too!)

I *also* jotted down roughly the times between each major city, as I said, I think I'm gonna rejig it a bit, but I thought I'd at least make sure I had an idea of how long it took to currently get where!

Voila!

I had a lot of fun spending my evening doing this, and look forward to spending more time (hopefully if I get the time, as my evening is already occupied with not-my-usual-activities TvT) on this tomorrow/today!

[sahkuna]

wanted to write a drabble about this canon factoid about gojo and his inoue waka lockscreen. ugh, he's such a loser i miss him.

☆ — gn! reader (no pronouns mentioned), fluff, set in 2007, pining gojo, percieved to be in the same universe as not so invisible string (but can be read as a standalone) so also tagging eventual friends to lovers…

“You’ll never get a girlfriend if you keep that as your phone’s wallpaper,” Shoko says as she scrunches her nose in disdain at the promiscuous photo of Inoue Waka clad in a tiny baby blue two-piece bathing suit. 

Stunned by her sudden accusatory (and unprovoked) comment, Gojo blinks at his home screen once, then twice before he slides his gaze sideways to the brunette beside him. Shoko’s still looking at him as if he had pissed his pants or something, her judging gaze flitting back between him and his flip phone.

What’s wrong with his wallpaper? 

Gojo didn’t think much of it when he set it on his phone last week. Even Geto hadn’t shown much of a reaction when he got a glimpse of the new home screen. Inoue’s a beautiful woman and this photo of her on the beach doused with seawater complimented her features really well. 

Straightening his posture in his chair, Gojo juts out his chin a little, ready to shut down Shoko’s slander on his choice of wallpaper. “Well, I think it’s quite nice—”

“It’s too horny.”

He cringes a bit at that.

Shoko waves a dismissive hand in the air, unbothered about how Gojo’s eyebrows are tightly pinched together with artificial offence and betrayal. She quickly follows her statement with, “Your lock screen is the first thing people see when you show them your phone, right?”

A wounded pout is the only response Shoko gets, so she continues. “So make it something meaningful. Just… just anything but that,” she scoffs, harshly pointing a pale pink nail at the offending picture.

Something meaningful, huh?

Gojo presses his cheek into his palm and thinks of a million and one things he could set his screen to. Then, as if a light bulb went off in his head— shining light onto every crevice in his mind— he’s presented with the one.

Easy.

You’re supposed to be studying.

Supposed to.

But for the past fifteen minutes, you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you. No matter which direction you swivel your head, whether toward the bookcases or the nearly vacant tables behind you, you find no one here besides you and the librarian. 

You conclude that you’re just tired, especially considering how extensive your studying has been within the last hour.

You turn your focus back to your notes and reread the line you last left off on, writing notes along the way. 

The abrupt sound of what you assume to be a camera shuttering quickly pulls you out of concentration. You seize your writing and glance around the library, silently looking for the suspect behind the noise. 

Who the hell would be taking pictures of you in the middle of a library?

You turn your head to the left and lo and behold, a few chairs across from your seat and the vast mass of your notes and books scattered across the wooden table sits Gojo Satoru.

It was as if he materialized out of nowhere.

Upon being caught, a gleeful grin spreads across his lips and his cheeks pop with a healthy, bright hue. Since there was no need to hide in plain sight any longer, Gojo slid out of his chair and into the one seated right across from you.

Your senior gives you a two-fingered salute. “Hey.” 

That’s all he offers you before he raises his flip phone camera to eye-level view and snaps another picture of you.

“Don’t you ‘hey’ me,” you say, trying to swat his hand and phone away from your face. You vaguely wonder if he was ever taught the golden rule of how everyone was entitled to having a “personal bubble” around them back in preschool. 

But judging how his flip phone is obnoxiously close to your face, practically trying to get his lens to merge with your skin, clearly not.

You softly knock his hand away again with the back of yours. Fortunately enough for you, he temporarily relents. “Why’re you taking pictures of me?” you ask.

“Why not?”

You bite the inside of your cheek as you feel an oncoming scowl almost crawl onto your lips when you watch Gojo lamely jump his shoulders to his ears. 

However, not wanting to give your teacher a reason to storm into the campus library right now and wring you two by the neck, you choose peace and decide to pick at his brain as to what brought him here to you. “Why, though?”

“Why not?” he repeats.

Fuck that, this was getting you nowhere.

“Well, I have some heavy studying to do.” You throw a wary glance at Gojo, who seems to have only brought him, himself, and he to your not-so-private study corner. “So I’d appreciate it if you would… lay off on that…” You gesture blindly at the phone he was scrolling through, pressing multiple buttons to go through his gallery and admire the pictures he’s taken.

“Oh, me?” Gojo presses a hand on his chest in a faux woe-is-me act hoping to garner your sympathy. His sunglasses slightly tip off the edge of his nose and there’s a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. “You don’t even have to worry about me. Pretend as though I’m not even here.”

“Easier said than done,” you mumble more so to yourself than him.

Gojo leans back in his chair, his arm propped against the upper ledge of his seat and watches you, content that you haven’t shooed him away from your presence altogether. 

He keeps this up for a few minutes, and you think this is fine. If he can keep quiet like this for the next 15 minutes while you finish up the last remnants of questions you have left, you’d go home with an empty to-do list and a clear conscience.

“You know…” Gojo suddenly pipes up, and you hiss an irate Oh my God at his antics. “If you look at the camera just once, I’ll be out of your hair. I promise.”

Sighing heavily, you toss your pencil defeatedly between your notebook's pages. Anything to get him out of here, honestly. “Fine, make it quick.”

Gojo laughs, carefree as always. “Okay, okay, just…” He raises his phone into view once more. “Just smile this time, yeah?” 

Behind his phone you see his free hand drift toward his lips. His index finger gently pulls at the corner of his mouth, tugging it into a warm smile. You’re positive that this is a silent request for you to produce one of your own, so you give.

However, your smile comes out looking a bit strained. You feel it, Gojo sees it.

“Wanna make it less forced?” he teases.

“Shut up!”

Relaxing a bit, you try once more and muster up the best star smile you can produce and for a split second, something in Gojo’s chest does a sick sort of squeeze, tight and hard.

If there were any way to describe it, Gojo would say it was the kind of smile you’d request and pay for a print version if it were for school photos.

He watches you for a beat or two through the lens of his phone, his ice-blue eyes are both soft and probing.

Since when did you smile like that? Could you do that more around him? How can he get you to—

“Hurry, please,” you say through clenched teeth, keeping your posture.

Ah, right.

Thumb hovering over the OK button, Gojo quickly snaps your photo.

“Happy now?” 

It’s a rhetorical question, but Gojo nods all the same, grateful for your cooperation, regardless of how brief it was. 

“Where’s this even going?” you question, watching how your upperclassman fiddles around a bit longer on his phone. God knows what he’s doing with your pictures now.

Gojo glances at you searchingly, before he offers you a quick and easy smile. His eyes dart back down at his phone and reads the prompt on his screen.

Ready to set as new wallpaper?

“Somewhere special, you could say.”