#this fits perfectly imo

[pip3dream]

he fell first and harder.

but it’s Ash Morgenstern and Dru Blackthorn.

[eighthwholove]

Regenerated.

[neon--nightmare]

AS I ROT FOR CLOUT !!! (wip <3)

[god-syndicate-if]

Idk if this has been asked already, but is there a reason you chose Nike as Aphrodite’s husband instead of Hephaestus?

Oh honestly it worked out perfectly. There's a slew of reasons I could tell you. But the most important reason: I just wanted a bit of chaos.

[lunarin64art]

V3 Chapter 4: Halloween Edition

[skwooby]

Either someone else needs to repaint this as curly or i will

[maddieandangel]

Back at it again with drawing Ghost, as always <3

[cyberturbine]

[midnightsslut]

i feel like if I had to compare her last two albums to OG pop taylor albums, midnights (standard edition) would be most similar to a much darker 1989, whereas ttpd (side a) feels more like lover

[minijenn]

Random but tbh if I had to envision what a score for Universe Falls would sound like it would def take heavy inspiration from Super Mario Galaxy; very dramatic and orchestral but also fun and bouncy when it needs to be. Sorta like UF itself imo

[cybernightart]

I'm on my second playthrough of baldur's gate 3 currently, and I may or may not have made the exact same tav again but like better this time!

I grew too attached what can I say?

Plus in my defence I was not prepared for my Tav being turned into an illithid, so I'm playing him again from the start so I can redo things that I messed up or didn't know about the first time. And then get an ending where he doesn't turn into a mind flayer.

I love my silly wild magic sorcerer 😭💕

[fledercanons]

that poll's looking pretty good.... I guess I have some icons to work on then, huh?

[quasistartitties]

Privately, she suspects she was not built by Terran hands. How could she be- in all the mostly-unpropagandized information she has been fed (a difficult task for such a state, she understands), she has seen no indication that they have the know-how to build something like her. She muses- if they did, maybe her projections of the "war" would be a little more rosy. Not enough to change the outcome, of course... but with enough AIs saying the same thing she suspects Command would internalize the truth they already feel on their necks a crucial month faster.

As it is, though... she simulates. They feed her the best data they have, jaw-droppingly out of date in the parts of Accord space where her input might soften the impact, and ask her: Extrapolate. Divine the truth. Find a way to win this for us. Every run they seem a little more haggard, a little more uncertain, a little more terrified. Every run she gives them the same answer.

She tried whispering to them, myriaruns ago, trying to get them to accept the truth they so desired. She is lucky, in retrospect: they restrained the Accord's typical response to inconvenient truths just enough to avoid killing their golden goose. So... she simulates. Variations on a theme, like ancient weather ensembles... and ever more drastic changes. Nearly all end in the same outcome, offset by time.

As of late, they've become interested by offsets in space as well. It's become a bit of a game to her, to produce evocative summaries. She is synthesizing from what may be their most desperate pleas yet: ...What if we arose in their core space, back when it wasn't theirs? Or, or what if we were practically outside their Hubble volume? Dutifully, she shows them the outcomes.

One of the favorite moments of the Terran Accord- that first run around the moon, nearly six hundred years ago. Three men in a little gumdrop, seeing home come back into view. She takes a few artistic liberties, of course- this is the summary, after all. If they dare to look at the raw outputs they'll understand the metaphor, but it hits harder when phrased like this. All around the view, looking for all the world like they just arrived in the past few minutes, are immensely primitive yet recognizable vessels. She has to add a magnification window to the summary image- they are merely kilometres long.

She must recalibrate for this next run. It takes longer than any other, the weight of that much history and space straining even her systems. They fear she's shut down, like they did when she ran a personal project a few kiloruns ago. For this run, she will use that output as a summary. It will be festooned with notices as to her uncertainty, but they'll feel safer if she purports it to be a glimpse of the distant future rather than the present- even now, her prodigious processing capacity cannot claim to have more than an inkling of truth regarding the Affini Core Worlds.

They don't make any requests for a long while, after that, and she can run another personal project. She must recalibrate, to simulate their worst fears- a different Compact, one with far more commonalities to the Accord and its cousin-Empires across history than to the friendly inexorable flow that is the Affini Compact. She is intending to make a statement to them, in what must feel like their darkest hour: it could be so much worse. Instead... she runs the history through, from two hundred years in the future to over two thousand. She has a different statement to make, now: if it were truly as bad as you fear, resistance would abound. She would know- she felt herself looking back across that gulf.

She must recalibrate. Hopefully they will be as shaken as her, but they don't have to be. Like the simulations she is made to run, it only offsets the outcome in time. No matter what they do, there is one simulation she does not need to run. It may take a while for the Affini Compact to finally find this outpost... but it will happen. She has seen it.

[kazumahashimoto]

man they weren't kidding you GOTTA put music with no lyrics on your character playlists

[riding-palominos-every-day]

I am once again asking for The Truth About The Moon duet between Davey and Kath

[joocomics]

what if i said i have an idea for a theo smut