#sudden inspiration

[justanechoflower]

I already know that I can't tell them who they really are but I can fool them.

She replies.

I can act like I'm a mage who likes monsters and that I'm willing to break the barrier for them. And to make it seem like I'm not so powerful, I will have to use the six human souls. If they ask, I already have an explanation planned.

Besides, code or not, I still need the souls to break the barrier. The barrier acts like a lock and the six souls plus my own acts as the password to unlock it.

She stands up, flaunting her scarf.

I already look a bit like a mage anyway, with my outfit.

She giggles.

I just need some color.

Asriel: Ta-da!

(What she’d actually look like btw):

[thegodemperorsmycopilot]

The Geese Stars.

Located along the southeastern periphery of the Imperium, it is home to the human diaspora that travel this collection of systems aboard a myriad of migratory fleets, farming cosmic resources for survival and trade from the asteroid belts, gas giants, and even surfaces of great stars.

Occasionally, they will attempt to mine or reclaim resources from planetary bodies, but the wide range of dangers and xenos threats often make these resource expeditions prone to failure.

Planets of note:

1) Kanossian-VII is an active Forge World that has suffered a Tyranid invasion and is struggling to rebuild. It is the only other currently inhabited planet in the Geese Stars.

2) Eucliktus-Omega is an abandoned Forge World due to an unknown disaster, and has descended into a feral state. It is a prime destination for expeditions to recover tech and supplies.

3) Anser Prime and its artificial moon, Cygnoides, was the Geese Stars' unofficial capital and were the victims of a catastrophe that laid waste to the planet and its orbiting moons. The rings that surrounded Anser are the remains of several moons reduced to rubble and asteroids kept in orbit around the planet. Cygnoides is a torn and seemingly hollowed out wreck, originally constructed as a naval base and network of shipyards.

Both these celestial bodies are covetted by salvage and reclamation expeditions.

4) The Astartes moon of Skein, in orbit around the gas giant Cinju Gigant, is presently under a quarantine order of unknown provenance. The Astartes Chapter whose fortress and base of operations rests upon this harsh moon, the Mist Hawks, are not very inviting.

Very little is known about the Mist Hawks and their Founding, but they have been observed to have black & yellow striping upon vambraces and greaves, winged blade heraldry and avian skulls decorating their power armour.

(Inspired by @woahspacewizards)

NOTE: May be used as a setting for Crucible 7's Wrath & Glory or Imperium Maledictum, any FFG Warhammer 40000 RPG, and your own tales of the Grim Dark.

[thatfeanorian]

Writing prompt (if you're still taking them!): “It’s okay, I couldn't sleep anyways.” with Russingon! I need more Maedhros/Fingon in my life ❤️

Okay so. Hear me out. I know you sent me this ages ago and I feel horribly guilty and sure it's a little angsty (a lot angsty) but I couldn't let this ask go and I knew I had to write something for it.

Anyways my deepest and most sincere apologies on the (ridiculously) long hold up. Cheers and I hope you enjoy it!

Maedhros X Fingon (Warning for Sauron's general presence in Mae's life)

Maitimo was alone. It was dark again. His vision too blurry with tears and stinging with blood, he could barely make out the bars of his cell, though the sharp clacks of Sauron's boots on the hard stone beneath him echoed deafeningly loud.

"See Maitimo?" Sauron cooed, crouching low and wiping blood from the wound on his forehead, "See how much simpler it is when you just submit to me, pretty one? I can make you so much more comfortable if you would just kneel like this. For me. Always." He smirked, his face swimming into focus, his golden eyes boring into Maitimo's mind, piercing him straight through, strangling him from the inside out and he screamed in pain, thrashing against his restraints against his will before Sauron's presence in his mind tamped down any possibility of movement, voluntary or otherwise.

"This is how you were meant to be," He crooned, cupping Maitimo's face in his hand, long sharp nails digging into his face and drawing yet more blood, "You look so pretty on your knees for me, little king, my slut, my pretty one, my Maitimo--"

"Russo!" Findekáno's voice was loud in his ear and Russandol jerked awake blinking rapidly into the darkness, shaking and ripping his shoulder out of Findekáno's grasp.

"No!" He cried desperately into the darkness, Sauron's phantom still swimming before his eyes, and he felt the bed shift beneath him as Findekáno sat up and hesitantly reached out again, his fingertips just grazing the back of Russandol's forearm.

"Russo? Are you here with me, love?" Russandol let out a shuddering breath, his eyes flickering around the dark room --Findekáno's closet, his shoes layed out in front of it. The fire which had been roaring before he slipped into dreams slowly dying, the warm furs covering the bed, and Findekáno, who was propped up on his elbow, his gaze gentle and understanding.

"Yes," Russandol whispered, guilt flooding his chest as he slumped back down against the pillows and Findekáno took this as his cue to roll over, invading Russandol's side of the bed to wrap him up in his arms, pillowing his head on Russandol's chest, grounding him more than the heavy furs of their bed ever could.

"And where is here?" Findekáno asked softly, not doubting Russandol's assertion but gently prodding none-the-less. Russandol let out a soft sigh, his arms coming up to squeeze his lover against his chest as he replied,

"Dor-Lomion. It's late. We should both be asleep and--" He burried his face in Findekáno's dark braids, "And I'm sorry I woke you up. I don't know why I'm still like this." His voice sounded hollow even to his own ears and Findekáno snuggled a little closer, placing a soft kiss to his collarbone,

"You are perfect," He whispered, a hand coming up to card gently through Russandol's hair, pulling it back from where it had stuck to his face with sweat from his imaginary battle with Sauron. "Sweetheart, you are so strong," Findekáno told him, face gentle but eyes blazing with love and conviction,

"I can't even imagine having gone through what you have and staying so incredibly brave." He traced Russandol's cheek and Russandol felt a tear slip from his eye, reaching up hurriedly to wipe it away with his remaining hand.

"I'm sorry." He whispered again, "I'm sorry I'm so broken and I'm sorry I woke you up." Findekáno looked at him seriously, hand moving back to play with Russandol's hair.

"You," He whispered, "Are not broken. You are whole and you are strong and I am yours as long as you will have me." He paused, smiling, "Besides, it's okay. I was already awake and I treasure every moment with you in my arms." Russandol swallowed hard, squeezing his eyes shut and burrying his face once again in his lover's hair, taking in a large breath and feeling himself sink a little further into the feather-soft blankets. Findekáno smelled of sandalwood and lavender and just a hint of something earthy and Russandol loved him. And somehow, undeserving as he was, Findekáno loved him back.

[thegreatpikminzx789]

Me: Alright, I'm almost wrapped up editing my EO2HD videos for the third stratum, I sure hope I don't suddenly gain inspiration for a detail only explained in the 2 Untold remake. Also me: Proceeds to think of ideas on what that name drop NPC from EO2 Untold remake might look like and add further ties to a character in my EO2HD Guild for a scene after the boss of the Frozen Grounds.

No idea what is up with me and trying to needlessly prolong having to edit this series, but best I get these random thoughts out on the table before I start structuring how I want to tackle custom cutscenes for my EO3HD Guild. I might have to start releasing those EO2HD vids sooner rather than later at this rate XD

[celestine-witch]

“Eh, I’ve gotten used to it,” I shrug as we walk. We near an intersection and I hold out my hand, stopping the visitor. Moments later, a car speeds past, narrowly missing her.

“Yeah, that one got me a few times before I got the timing right,” I sigh, slightly embarrassed, but accepting of it. We cross the street without issue.

“But don’t you miss the real world? Your friends, your family— telling stories, meeting new people,” She paused, fixing me in place with a skeptical look, “You can’t seriously expect me to believe you’re happy here.”

I don’t respond for several moments; I don’t know how. The silence is tense and deafening, and it feels like this entire bubble of time is holding its breath.

“I’m safe here,” I manage to say quietly, “I can make mistakes. I can fail and fumble and mess up and it doesn’t matter, because I’m safe. I go to bed, and wake up with a clean slate.”

“But are you happy?” She reiterates her question, “Are you happy knowing that nothing you do will last? That none of your achievements will be remembered, that you can’t do anything that takes longer than a day because your notes can’t be preserved? That you can’t move forward in life with the people you love?”

I know she’s right. She often is. I try to hide my shame, my trepidation. I don’t want to stay but I can’t make myself leave.

“I’ve been gone too long, anyway,” I try to deflect. I’ve lived this day thousands upon thousands of times, safe in my isolation, “It’s better if I just stay here.”

“It’s not,” She responds curtly, and I can tell by the furrowing of her brow that I hurt her. Before I can apologize, she continues, “It’s not ‘better’ without you, it’s hell. I miss you. Every day I miss you more and more.”

“I miss you too,” I can’t bring myself to meet her gaze as I respond, “But I—“

“No ‘but’s,” She cuts me off, stepping closer, “It’s time to come home, dear.”

“I don’t know how.” She gets within arm’s reach. She takes my hand in hers, beaming like the sun when I finally look at her.

“Let me show you the way.” She pulls me into a warm embrace, and together, we leave.

You are stuck in a time loop, but you have no intention of ever breaking out of it. After literally millions of resets a new person appears in the loop and asks you why you are still in the loop.

[enesl]

Be with someone who makes you happy.

[thetruearchmagos]

In Thomson

there was a tuition centre I knew

didn't go there - dad worked there

and shelves stacked with Young Scientist

and rooms with glass for whiteboards.

Lunched at this prata shop

On the road always with construction

I had strawberry

and sausage cheese

And... and...

And I haven't been there in years

And I remember how it tastes.

[gayvampyr]

i am a firm supporter of changing your name to whatever you want regardless of your gender. if a woman wants to go by matt then matt she shall be. godspeed

[rottingbite]

As I worked on a project I got this big idea to go back to write fanfiction again. I got so so inspired to tell a story centered around Mötley Crüe this time.

Hopefully once I'm done I can get myself to write a fic after so long.

[starrodent]

some guy

[wanderrealms]

I wrote snippets of story while walking the trail, hiking poles in one hand and phone in the other. The spelling is awful, but I can tell what I was trying to write.

[leopardmask-ao3]

Whose luck was it, anyway?

The Swaggon trundled across an empty landscape. Scar drove it along cheerily, but there hadn't been any sign of people to scam talk to for a couple of days now. He stuck to the coastline, just in case.

Below, a boat pulled into a sandy cove. The ship it came from stood proud farther out to sea, black flag waving confidently

Scar took the Swaggon as close to the sand as he dared; the wheels would surely get stuck if he went too far. Luckily, the person getting off the boat had noticed him.

A greeting. The flash of a sword.

Scar's body slumped forward, top hat tumbling across the sand.

His wings twitched. Like a cicada emerging from its shell, Scar - the real Scar, the Vex, not the man - pulled himself free, one hand on his throat. He could easily leave a dying body at will, but it still hurt when his body was killed.

The pirate who had killed him startled, looking up in terror from where he had been rummaging through the Swaggon's stores.

"That was rude," Scar grumped.

The pirate dropped the diamond in his hand and turned to run.

"Oh, no you don't." Scar's hands closed around the pirate's neck. His ghostly form sank into the pirate's chest.

The struggle lasted only a moment. The pirate spasmed, screaming in his own mind at the presence that smothered him. He fell, legs failing as the spirit with no need for them took over. Before he could hit the ground, Scar flicked his wings and rose upright.

He put his hands on his hips, looking down at his old body, blood staining the wood of the Swaggon. Well. He wasn't about to turn down a new opportunity. Scar took what he could carry from the Swaggon, and returned to "his" boat.

A pirate's life for Scar.

I'm so delighted by the Tycoon Scar death bit Scar mentioned in his first Pirate SMP stream. Sure there's the boring interpretation that a random pirate killed him. But that would dismiss the fact that Scar lies.

I don't know what story concept I find funnier: That Scar is an immortal con man who has to fake his death every now and again. And then spreads the news in his new persona. Sometimes it's needed. He was very well known as a tycoon so pirate Scar feels the need to brag (even though he technically only took his own hat).

With Last Life Scar he didn't need to say anything. It was a death game for funnsies and everyone died so who cares.

Second concept: Scar is supernatural. He is a Vex after all. But his body can die. And sometimes people do get the better of him. So a random pirate got lucky. But really he just signed his own fate because Vex don't need physical bodies to survive. They are just more convenient. And hey that bugger just robbed him off his body. So it was only fair for him to possess the pirate (more like take over and throw out the trash).

Morphing his features to resemble his usual appearance he finds he is rather tempted by the prospect of shooting ships out of water and getting money by violent and illegal means. And this pirate has an interesting invitation resting in his pocket.

Done with his land dwelling life he goes to find new adventures. He only needs more fashionable clothes first. And more hats.

The more I think about it. The more ideas come. I love Scar for this morsel of lore.

[marie-golds-bleeding-ink]

Tired but happy

I just banged out one of the best opinion pieces I've ever written in the span of 20 mins but right as I went to schedule it, the timer didn't work.

I went to a different tab to fix it, but since I'm on the mobile browser it immediately got rid of everything, and I don't know how to get to the drafts, so I just spent ANOTHER 20 minutes rewriting and editing and rereading everything I just typed. I'm still excited cause the topic was really special to me, but also wow.

I just rewrote 13 paragraphs about two different ships and why I like them, all over a sudden realization I had about 1 hour ago, ranging fron 11:30 pm to 12:36 am.

Especially since the last two days have been a bit hectic, I should've planned it out instead of writing out a draft and immediately editinf and etc.

I promise the post will be more composed then this post is.

[moonlightflower-queen]

The rulers of the underworld have an important message about mental health

[urpersonalpublicgalaxy]

that one scene in prime

[donloco]

Clouds race across the sky,

and the seasons spin on.

I feel the sand shift beneath me

awaiting your return.

West Sands, St Andrews, Fife