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[niechys]

I'm sorry. I'm so not sorry but also so so so sorry. But I can't stop thinking about it.

from @keferon tf mecha universe

(Also if you don't want me tagging you please do tell. I didn't want to bother, just want to credit cuz it's glorious)

it's because of this post.

Happened after This event

I'm sorry in advance for all the grammatical errors.

I also don't know wo else would be the science guy to take this position of explaining the thing. I feel like there has to be someone else that's not Shockwave too. Sorry to all of Brainstorm's fans out there. I think he's not a bad guy. Just too excited for the possibilities.

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Something lingers inside that mech. Although there is no hard evidence of a human soul or spirit or ghost haunting it, most people who had anything to do with Vortex agreed that it was best to believe its first pilot never leave the cockpit of his mech. After all, nothing else would explain the freak accidents constantly killing all but the latest pilot.

Human are prone to be superstitious. It's normal to believe in something like ghost in the machine, really.

But one would not think a man of sciences such as Shockwave would take the rumors seriously. No one knows if the scientist really believe it or not.

Regardless of the rumors' validity, it sure did inspired him.

"You're kidding me" Swindle stood, blinked, looked at the incomplete repair of Blurr's mech then back to the technician in front of him. Brainstorm was prattling on at speed faster than Blurr's F1 record.

"Not kidding. Why would I kid? This is a great breakthrough. Lives can be saved and there are much we could do with the tech, I don't know why it never occurs to me or Shockwave that the neural link tech could have been used in this way---"

Swindle turned his brain off during all the scientific mumbo jumbo all and only really heard him again at "It's nothing all that weird really. Some people disagree, but you can't go against Shockwave when he pot his mind to it. If you think about it, it's just like Vortex"

"What?" Swindle blinked again.

"Vortex. That mech, I mean the mech's first pilot, crazy psycho, crazy good at slicing up kaijus"

"I know who Vortex was. I worked here when he start piloting. What did that asshole has to do with this?"

"Oh, everything. If, a big if. If that guy's consciousness was still in the mech like people been saying"

"Haunted" Crossing his arms, he narrowed his eyes at Brainstorm. The technician corrected him.

"Lingering consciousness. Either way, Blurr is in much better shape than Vortex. Brain still intact . So is most part of his body. We wired him to the neural link to allow him control of the mech. So when we are ready, he can still go about his task from within that mech"

"What . The . Fuck"

Swindle's eyebrow twitched. No, it's NOTHING like Vortex's case. The asshole died and probably refused to leave this world. Blurr, on the other hand, was still alive. Sure he wouldn't be the same. Maybe he would be scarred for life, paralyzed from the waist down or something. But hardwiring a person to a mech?

"So, you were working with Blurr before now, correct? That's why we would like to bring you in as his handler. Not like you have to do maintenances and stuff, just take care of him and, the publicity and all that. Like being his manager" With that, Brainstorm handed him a folder before excusing himself.

The guy wasn't bad most of the time, Swindle thought. But sometimes, just sometimes, his passion for science overshadowed the moral compass.

Like how he wished that his own greed would take precedented in his state of mind. They must have thought he would jump at the chance to milk more profit from Blurr. Hell, he wouldn't be feeling this bad if that was the case.

He wanted to refuse. Profit be damn, even he didn't feel right. Blurr saved them. He should be allow to preserved his humanity, his dignity. Not preserving his brain in a jar inside a mech. If the pilot died and the mech is reparable, you find a new pilot. If the pilot lived but can no longer pilot, you also find a new pilot. Not..this.

But refusing means they will bring someone else on board to manage Blurr. He's pretty sure he wouldn't like that.

Fuck

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**note. Blurr is not reduced to brain in a jar. Most of his body is intact, just hard wired to the mech.

I tink they can add robot parts to him later all stuff. But since they probably value Blurr as a money cow pilot first. If they can't use his face, they can still use his mech.

Sorry again ehehehehehehehehehe

[avephelis]

just troll with it au. because riptide killed my theythemma okay.

[draconeko]

Some of my dragon Ocs The first one is Alchemy, he has its own universe And Pride, Sloth and Gluttony respectively are from a story I have with a friend

I know some of them aren't dragons, but I don't want to get into that discussion, I don't remember the differences right now

[eclaire-went-bam]

scrolling thru narc abuse truthers blogs is so fucking funny bCS DO YOU GUYS KNOW WHAT THIS TERM EVEN MEANS ???❓❓❓❓❓❓

HELLO 😭😭😭😭 DELUSIONS PF GRANDEUR????

delusions of grandeur are ALSO present in mental illnesses like SCHIZOPHRENIA and BIPOLAR DISORDER. PSYCHOTIC DISORDERS !!! me when i claim i've experienced schizophrenic abuse

also idk y'all i also have psychosis and i think i can say pretty confidently that when i'm experiencing genuine DELUSIONS of grandeur, i don't care as much of maintaining my image because yes i do genuinely believe i'm an incarnate of god so why would i need other people's opinion???

me when i tell someone experiencing psychosis that their symptoms (grandiose delusions) are NOTHING compared to ✨my✨ experiences

[jichanxo]

(late) sunday six

thanks for the tag @passthroughtime and @overdevelopedglasses! not gonna tag anybody because i'm late to the party as is :P i've mentioned sensei au/fic a lot in passing but i think this is the first time i'm actually talking about it properly in a text post as opposed to like, tags on my art... anyway, it goes without saying that this has lost judgment spoilers. part of the premise for this fic is that kitakata never becomes kuwana because he only barely manages to fix everything at the last possible moment. mitsuru lives, but only because he gets lucky. something like that. the main fic takes place long after this, but i recently had a go at trying to write mitsuru and kitakata on the roof together, since it's obviously integral to kitakata's character even if mitsuru doesn't fall into a coma. i'm still feeling it out, but it's been an interesting one. very different from what i'm used to. but also cathartic in some ways.

anyway here's an excerpt. putting another warning here for lost judgment spoilers and mentions of suicide.

Kusumoto looked away, sat up. He didn’t really seem to care that Kitakata was there, aside from the knowledge that he couldn’t do anything rash with him here, which he resented.

He wiped at his chin, his eyes, but the movements were clumsy, and he couldn’t clean himself off properly. His hair was still a mess, though he’d tried to make it presentable again. Kitakata suddenly wished he had a handkerchief in his pocket instead of a packet of cigarettes.

“I’m not going to kill myself, Sensei. You can leave if you want.”

He wanted to relieve Kitakata of any responsibility to be here. He thought Kitakata was only doing any of this to cover his own ass.

Kitakata hadn’t given him any reason to believe otherwise.

“Oh, well.” He fished for the first excuse that came to mind. “Haven’t had my smoke yet.”

He pulled one out, took his time lighting it. It’d buy him some time. It didn’t matter what Kusumoto thought of him, and he wouldn’t delude himself to expect that he might think that Kitakata was here because he wanted to be. It wasn’t entirely untrue, after all, that he was just trying to cover his ass. He’d made a mistake, and he was desperate to fix it.

He took a drag. Exhaled. Looked to Kusumoto.

“Do you mean it?” He asked.

“Mean what?” Kusumoto mumbled.

“When you said you weren’t going to kill yourself.”

[troublcmakcrs]

you'll learn right now , i don't play nice / and if you hurt me once , 𝙄'𝙇𝙇 𝙆𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙏𝙒𝙄𝘾𝙀 ! / and i won't go first ( 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝔀 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 ) / 'cause i'm the last bitch up , ＴＨＥ ＦＩＮＡＬ ＧＩＲＬ ！

finalgirl!tweek to go with @feldspar-thethief's ghostface!craig au lol

[deus-and-the-machina]

ngl the worst thing about the xenoblade fandom (which I think is the root cause of a lot of other issues) is that it’s mostly on twitter. I have to subject myself to twitter for any real consistent fan talk or content. legit there's always some new stupid topic of argument ive noticed in the past few weeks on there and its all very silly and frustrating and what im saying is everyone should move to Tumblr. please. for me. 

[stickersgeorg]

Bug pokemon in jars!! Each one is so unique and charming!!!

(stickers by @mamath through their etsy!!)

[valleyfthdolls]

Given everything that's gone down with yanderedev recently I'm not sure if I should remove the part of my bio about my hyperfixation on yandere sim. Thing is, while I know that this also won't shoot said hyperfixation down, it may be better to remove that so people don't think I'm... inadvertently supporting him? If that makes sense? On the other hand however, this won't shoot the hyperfixation down and given all of that I think that as a very unwilling "fan" of the game who has tried many times to remove my interest in it, now of all times it might be important to say that I do not support yanderedev, and leave up the explanation that I got into this game when I quite frankly didn't know better and haven't been able to get out of it

[cjsees-art]

Who are the two missing eyeball OCs? (Horn and bug)

ANON I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR ASKING ME THIS

this is Lanister (he/they)! unfortunately the RP he was designed for never got off the ground so he's currently an unhomed/independent OC but I do hope to put him back into something since I've gotten really attached to him :] he's a contortionist by ability but a librarian by trade! he can extend and twist his body beyond typical human limits and thus invoke illusions; by reasonably stretching the suspension of disbelief of their onlookers, they can push that suspension further and further and trick the mind into seeing even more apparently unbelievable distortions until it becomes difficult for his audience to tell what's real and what's not real any longer. The first thing to watch out for when you think he might be using magic is his horn, since it always begins to grow and spread when the illusions start. Despite how horrific this sounds (and is), however, they're actually quite nice and mild-mannered, and sees their magic mostly as a trade. They're a sweet guy!!

And this fine fellow is Ovid! he's part of a drastically different, postapocalyptic, setting of @cabinette's. his job is putting cybernetic modifications on people who ask him for it, and he's a little guy (5' 5") who is incredibly unassuming in every way except for the fact that he's given himself Giant Robotic Bug Claws on his back mostly because he could. he's really very unassuming and doesn't tend to draw a lot of attention to himself—the only downside is that he is a genius and is keenly, keenly, painfully aware of it, and tries not to think about it, and tries not to think about the fact that he could easily code everyone in the base into a mechanical god as easily as he could pull a fire alarm, and tries not to give into that temptation, because he knows what will happen, and it will be bad, and the urge to do it is still there, just because he can. But he won't. Because he's a good guy. Surely.

(He failed, by the way. He accidentally rewrote the brain of one of his few friends into a superpowerful droid body in a moment of weakness. But he has to atone, right? An eye for a life isn't worth much, but it's got to be worth something. Right?)

Don't worry he's just a little guy tho

[newkiqx]

❤

[giantkillerjack]

Happy to report I'm no longer responding to the religious people on my posts! Apologies to anyone who may have taken the psychic damage of seeing that unexpectedly!

It had been a while since I had purposely kicked a metaphorical wasp nest so I guess I was overdue. I am simply a sexy fool. 🙄 I do it a lot less nowadays tho, which is good!

I did genuinely set out at first to get information about how Catholics reconcile certain paradoxes within their faith, and then I was like oh right oh no I just remembered why I stopped doing this

On the upside I DID actually learn a lot; even if part of what I learned was don't tag Catholic tumblr in your posts about Catholicism, Jack. (Listen. I'm a work in progress! 😅)

And now I am very dedicated to putting a priest in my graphic novel who fucks a demon. Which I was going to draw anyway, so I might as well make it work with the story. For art. And penises.

Anyway, I hear the song "Godsend" by Trebuchet and I go a little bit insane in a good way. It's like if Supernatural was good and also a song. I'd really like to capture that energy in my work. There's also this song called "the queer gospel" that I love very much, which is about the inherent holiness of queerness and queer community regardless of if there's a god. (I actually made a burlesque routine for that song once, and more than one person said it made them cry happy tears! Which is a hell of a point of pride for me! AND a hell of a point of Pride!)

*okay if someone sends me an anonymous message that makes me laugh out loud and not feel rancid, then I will answer it if it brings me joy and I have a funny response. I will tag it accordingly and then block that person as soon as they stop being funny. But I'm good on debate and philosophy now. I got my answer. I had forgotten what those answers looked like. But I am grateful for (and moderately horrified by) the reminder. Please see the tags for an explanation of my new favorite phrase involving a man, heliocentrism, and one very hot piece of wood~

[j-rye]

[sparky-is-spiders]

So by the time they even meet Amaldyne will 1) have preconceived judgements (despises him) and 2) be in so deep with Eityr that neither of them have room for close relationships of any sort in their lives, but I think there’s an alternate universe where Leoshgon and Amaldyne date. It would HAVE to happen after her family dies and while Leo has the sword (aka when Amaldyne is enough of a control freak and Leo is at his most useful). But like. It definitely COULD.

I imagine it would be much like the Overseer’s relationship with Leo in terms of the dynamic, but the internal forces driving it would be different. The Overseer enjoys control and possession for its own sake. He likes that one of the most powerful forces currently at play belongs to him. Leoshgon is a tool and a possession, and a trophy, but the love goes beyond that. He’s a person who isn’t magically bound but chose to stay anyway, and the Overseer loves THAT most of all (I imagine some of that love fades after Leo loses the sword, which I think Leo would interpret as the Overseer seeing him as a tool, but is more the Overseer wanting a partner who chooses him). I think Amaldyne would lean less “posession” and mor “objectification.” Leoshgon would be, to her, an extension of herself and her values. Leo is in her corner. Leo is fighting her battles. For her cause. For HER. She loves that Leo never disagrees with her (or at least that he always sides with her in the end), that he’ll do anything for affection and validation. And even if parts of Leo want to be his own person (want to be a person) he loves having somewhere to belong and someone to love him, even if it means being a doormat for someone who’s love is very much conditional.

And I think that’s why, if Leo was in a relationship with Amaldyne instead of the Overseer when he gave up the godslayer sword, she would kill him for the betrayal when the Overseer would keep him for coming back at all.

[phoenixcoin]

❂⭃ @creatrix-mea asked: ⥷❂ ❂⭃ ❛ you humans are most amusing. ❜ (from sleipnir) ⥷❂

Medieval/Fantasy Starters

⤛⌠❂⌡⤜

"If you think the rage and rebellion of humans is so amusing," Byron smirked as he rolled his shoulders and spun the axe in his hand, "then I'm about to be damn hilarious."

Perhaps he shouldn't have been making light of the monster that could somehow clone itself with such little effort (or was that Odin's doing? There was so much about this situation that didn't make much sense to him...), but if he didn't put some kind of mirth into the battle, how could he reasonably expect Clive's allies to trust him to lead them against their foes? There might not have been any kind of rank or file here, but as the elder of the charge he counted this as up to him to bring the party together and force the beast before them to heel.

He bore his weapon down into one of the Sleipner's that he suspected had been attempting to catch him off guard and twisted a hand to catch his sword under the curve of the heel point. He celebrated quietly within himself as he guided the blade down and away from himself, turning once again to face... Well, what he assumed was the main body, confident grin brandished over his features.

"Of course, I always have been quite the charmer. Come at you, you boorish fiend!"

[andessence]

Still that stare, boring into Daniel, gleaming in the dark, unmoved by his urgency. The cold fury of it. No reaction to reward Daniel’s resistance. 

Does he not realize what he’s playing with? Does he really not see the protective line in the sand he has crossed, circumventing Armand’s intentional, total occlusion of the vampiric and proving that the second he is given a mere scrap of liberty, he will conduct himself like a ravenous animal? Or is this addict just too addled to care about a thing like that? 

Just a high, it doesn’t mean anything to drink from Louis. And he dares to compare it to the loving ministrations of blood that Armand gives him. Does that mean nothing too?

That squeezed sound again of Armand's nails on the leather of the couch, and then the pop of puncture.

‘It’s a fix to him, like every else,’ Armand thinks bitterly, ‘like me.’ 

No, it isn’t even that. Armand weaves through his thoughts and finds the bundle of nerves that tell Daniel this was wrong to have done, and piecing them out, he sees the knowledge of the boundary but no clear why to explain it. ‘Because Armand says no, and Armand’s possessive.’ Nothing further. 

Daniel is going to learn the why, when Armand’s rage has cooled enough to extend that kindness. But for now all he wants Daniel to feel is the deepest, most abject regret and shame. 

“Listen to yourself. Just to get high. No thought to it. Rather stupid to hear out loud, isn’t it? Are you stupid, Daniel?” And underneath his spoken words, there are those springing up in Daniel’s mind, which sound like his thoughts but are not, echoing stupid, stupid, stupid. They wrap around his consciousness, spreading, lengthening like climbing, constricting vine. It was stupid. I’m so stupid. Just wanted a high. Wanted to feel good. I’d do anything for a taste. And then at deafening volume, Because I’m a slut for it. Wanton slut. “You weren’t even thinking? Can’t trace back a single thought? Hm. Tell me again then, Daniel, since you can get at least this far: why did you do it? Be honest. You know I only want to help you understand. Why did you do it?”

armand speaks of selfishness in the same breath that he reminds daniel who he belongs to. if daniel could afford to keep his head, he’d try to answer his own questions thumping loudly at the forefront of his mind. but he can’t see beyond the hand tugging at the leash latched perpetually ‘round his neck, not enough to read armand’s intentions for him.    

“ I told you! it was to get high! ” a plea and indignation are the same from daniel’s tongue, but at least they come quickly. daniel has endured armand’s patience when he has loved every cruel second and when it has nearly killed him, but his lover has to hold him down either way. “ you know what my head looks like when you let me drink from you, I don’t have anything to tell you, damn it! ”