#vanishing vision

[marmosetpaw]

[silverskye13]

In the Tanguish turns into a cat short story, there was a part like "he didnt have to adjust much for the eyes of a cat" and while I get that it was a night vision thing, does this means he's got a mild case of red/green colourblindness?

I'm learning things about cats today. I definitely meant that he has night vision, but given there aren't enough color blind characters in the world, sure, Tanguish can have little a colorblindness, as a treat. Probably of the below variety:

His color range is most noticeably affected by contrast/saturation. He might not even know he's colorblind -- it's never really come up.

Unlike the above cat vision, I do think he has very good eyesight as far as visual field and acuity are concerned. Very sharp images, from further away than normal, and his spacial awareness gets better the closer things are [something something the sculk-aspects of his vision to do with forming pictures using sound and vibrations]. His sense of touch enhances his awareness of space, helps him form a better picture in his mind of where things are and where he should move. He probably doesn't recognize it overtly. I feel like it would be similar to muscle memory, how you know you've typed a wrong key without looking at the keyboard, how you know a stroke in a drawing is going to be wrong based on the shape of your wrist, how you know a jump will be far enough because of the way your feet left the ground, etc. Tbh thats probably why he found the Colosseum sand so unsettling -- vibrations don't travel the same through loose soil as through hard surfaces. It probably messes with his spacial awareness.

You didn't ask about Helsknight, but now I'm thinking about it, so I'm tacking on his sight as well. I don't think he's color blind, and I think he has average vision. However, I think his peripheral vision is hypersensitive -- a response to his profession. It makes him twitchy in crowds, and is insentive for him to keep his hair long and down. It cuts off his peripheral vision some, and gives him an excuse not to jump at nothing [it's just his hair, don't worry about it]. He pulls his hair back for matches, or for occasions where he thinks he'll need full range of his vision. He probably gets vertigo [and nervous] in high places where his field of view is too big.

[pettyprocrastination]

cringe brainrot cod thought but Alien!au Simon Riley where he's a retired veteran who takes on a job of being freelance security which means accompanying a collection of scientists led but some capitalist billionaire onto an non-domesticated planet where they all inevitably get picked off one by one until he's the only one left to find their murderer is an alien gal who wants to be left the FUCK alone on her planet. Builds a little hut deep in the forest and learns if he leaves her alone she'll leave his alone on separate sides of the world- eventually they fuck idk what to tell you.

[acewizardinspace]

@hyper-dorphin I am so sorry, but tumblr ate your ask. When I hit ‘save draft’ it vanished into the void.

I didn’t take a screenshot of the exact wording, but the ask basically said he liked my posts about Jay from Star Wars Visions V1 ep2, headcanoned Luke as a fan of the Star Wavers, and thought of the idea of Jay writing an album about jedi culture that he released after the fall of the empire.  

I am just happy to find another Jay fan! I honestly thought I was the only one to care about this minor character. He sparks so much joy in me, I am glad my posts were enjoyable to you too!

I am obsessed with the idea of Jay writing an album based on jedi culture. This is literally a galaxy brain idea. I can see it starting as a coping mechanism, a way of mourning and moving forward. He writes about everything that was lost, never really thinking he would be able to share it with anyone but his bandmates. But then the empire does fall, and all of a sudden he doesn’t need to hide his heritage anymore and he has the freedom to share his culture with the world, so he does. He puts it all out there so that the jedi can never be forgotten again.

I hadn’t even thought about Luke being a Star Waver fan, but you are so right. They are both from Tatooine so it totally makes sense. Imagine Luke saving up his allowance to buy their albums and merch, or sneaking out to go to concerts. What if Luke just felt so connected to this band in a way he can’t fully describe? And everyone is just like, ‘yeah, we get it you are a hyper fan,’ but no, their music really makes him feel something. He doesn’t figure out quite what till years later, but he knows they are connected somehow.

So, I made a post about how Jay could kind of end up helping the rebellion here.

This just makes me think though, imagine Luke, chilling, listing to his favorite band and Leia casually says, “Oh, I know them.” Luke thinks she meet the band at an event or something because she was a princess but no, she says she knew them through the rebellion. Imagine finding out your favorite band does undercover work to help overthrow the empire. That would be like discovering, say, Harry Styles, is a spy. Luke will never be the same after that revelation.

Ohhh and imagine Jay showing up at Luke’s new jedi temple. Weather he decides to become a jedi again or not (I like both versions) he would totally want to visit at least. From Luke’s POV though this would be like the Beyoncé meme. He is just trying to restart a school when a famous rock star shows up and compliments his work. Luke is like:

You can find my Jay tag here.

[mumblelard]

one potato and also two potato a love story or manifestations of my familiar

boba just stood on the keyboard and deleted this entire post. i was able to control zed a big chunk of it back from the void and i am not going to contradict her will further by attempting to recreate the lost bits

[boxheadpaint]

have i updated or even looked at my about in the past 40 years. new type of mold growing in there id assume

[aceloha]

if i could animate it’d be OVER FOR YALL

[drugsforaddicts]

This is the only time y’all ever see me wearing a skirt but heyooo I made this and I think it turned out pretty cool in the end!! 👺👹🔪

[hauntoblogical]

Watching Gunbuster for the first time, and I love how the show uses its sci-fi elements to examine the "traumatized soldier's return to a home they no longer recognize" trope from a new angle. Plays a similar role in the broader themes of the Horrors of War, but the relativistic space combat shifts the site of that change: the soldiers are stuck in their moment of trauma and the rest of the world has moved past them. A shift in reference frames, if you will. Instead of soldiers returning with forced maturity to an unchanged civilian world that only has space for lives they've outgrown, the solders return with extremely-recent unprocessed trauma to a world that has already forgotten the cost of their service. Whatever the extent people back home feared the alien threat before, they've long since known about each victory, had time to move forward with ordinary lives, while our protagonists lack even old ill-fitting lives to return to after giving their lives up to the space military more literally than normal.

[bylerschmyler]

Will byers vanishing shananigans

Will's vanishing is so weird.

Like

Chester is Barking and Will moves around the corner next to the fan on the table.

and when chester barks again Will should stand there around the corner but he doesn't.

And you cannot tell me that he is hidden by the plant because he wears red and yellow which would be very obvious.

Chester barking

Will moves around the corner

Will should be standing here but he isn't.

He runs away after this shot.

@aemiron-main did you analyze this back in the day when you were focused on the Vanishing stuff?

[mojaves]

need to make a guy who is some sort of fallen angel or whatever and is slowly morphing into an abstract horror

[boinin]

*screaming*

HIOOOORIIIIIIII 😫😭😆😁🥳🔥⚽

*confused, normal volume*

Sendooooou? 🤨🤔🤷‍♀️🥳🍣

*quietly*

Kiyora 😔

[lumiereandcogsworth]

I’ve been meaning to ask !!! Its possible you’ve already posted abt this BUT I got in an angsty mood recently and was curious, do you think Adam or Belle dies first? and how does the other cope with it ?

ooohhh i love that you Know i’m just crazy enough about them to know the answer to this question. i’ve thought TOO much about this, unfortunately! look you have one otp for six years, YOUR MIND WANDERS, OKAY?

okay so obviously in the ideal perfect world, they die at the same time asleep in bed in each other’s arms after a very long life of being so ridiculously in love. that way no one has to deal with anything (except the rest of their family, of course). that’s the ideal otp death scenario. BUT. i do have a sadder answer, yeah

so for a while i actually could not decide who would die first. it really wasn’t ideal either way because if adam dies first, belle has to go through experiencing his death TWICE in life. and if belle dies first, adam is… disaster. but ultimately, belle is by far the stronger one between the two of them, they both know it and always have, so i decided that adam would die first.

i once entertained the idea of belle dying first and adam just… oh my gosh… like they’re always very old when they die but even still it’s like… belle is the air that adam breathes… watching him lose her is so… dark. and grim. he really can’t live without her and the aftermath is far too upsetting to include it into my canon. he becomes so unwell…

now, obviously, belle is utterly heartbroken by adam’s death, and she doesn’t do all that much better than the alternative. i headcanon they both die in their 90s (no i do not CARE that they’re from the 18th century!!!!! they’re living long ass lives because i SAID SO!!!!!!) and it’s really no specific illness that takes adam. it was just his time. he was in bed for a week or so, too weak at this point to do anything else. belle never left his side, caring for him even though she had slowed down in her old age too. even as nurses and grandchildren tried to take over, she wouldn’t let them. she’d do anything for him. she’d take his place if it were possible.

he dies at the grand age of 98, surrounded by his family and loved ones, holding his wife’s hand. she can tell he’s nearly gone, but he’s fighting it. he loves his life too much now to leave it. he’s been sunbathing in happiness for over 70 years and he doesn’t want to let it go. but belle kisses his hand and tells him it’s okay, they’ll be okay. this family he’s raised, this family he’s protected, this family he’s loved. they’ll be okay. rest now, my love.

silent tears fall down belle’s wrinkled cheeks as adam turns and looks at her. though his face and body age, his eyes never changed. still the same crystal blue that she fell in love with. he looks at her and he squeezes her hand. his lips turn up in a slight smile. “my darling…” he whispers, just as his last breath escapes his lungs.

everyone knows he’s gone. he was husband, father, grandfather, great-grandfather, beloved king. he was rescued so many years ago, it seems none of it matters anymore. but belle remembers. belle remembers when her love was lost in the darkness. belle remembers when he accepted her light.

the following days are a blur. everyone is sad, but relieved too — in the way anyone is when an old, beloved family member passes. he deserved to die that way. life fulfilled, loved by plenty, surrounded by those who meant the most to him.

while the children (grown and old themselves, frankly) tend to announcements and letters and funeral arrangements, belle keeps to herself. she sits on the balcony of their chambers in the west wing. she watches another sunset alone. she hasn’t felt such sadness since her father died many years ago. she thought she would never recover from the deep pain she felt at his loss. but adam had been there to hold her while she cried. adam had kissed her head and told her things would be better again. and at the time she couldn’t fathom it, but she never left his arms. his warm, comforting arms. belle had never felt safer than when she was in adam’s embrace. and now… now she shivers under even the warmest of blankets.

they were old. and belle always thinks too much. she knew their time on this earth could not be much longer. and when adam could no longer get up, it was only a matter of time. what she did not anticipate was how utterly betrayed she would feel by death itself. how dare he be taken away from her? to leave her alone? she always prided herself on being able to do things on her own, but the true reality of it was devastating. she didn’t want to do anything alone ever again. she wanted her best friend back. who was she going to dance with now?

the last entry of her diary was short, but clear in how sad the queen felt. how lost she was, how high up in the clouds her head floated, with no one to keep her grounded. her heart had completely and irreversibly broken in two. she would see adam; visions of when they were young, and some when they were older. but he’d always vanish again before she could say anything to him. “where is my adam?” she’d ask her children when they found her. they would simply take her hand and kiss her cheek, asking her to come and sit awhile with the little ones.

a week after adam’s death, their children found belle in bed, having peacefully died in her sleep. they were devastated, but equally knew how much their mama loved their papa. they had always known of their parents’ grand love. and they knew this may just be too much for her. knew that dying from a broken heart was as real as it could be.

so, adam and belle were buried together, entombed in the rose garden behind the castle. their precious home. a huge, lovely structure was placed to honor them, with vines and flowers growing around it, and eloquent words on a plaque speaking of a beloved king and queen, who loved like no other.

[voyage-inferno]

Evidence:

-Fire is the light and heat produced in specific reactions

-Some fire doesn't burn on the visible spectrum, or burns unique colors

-Pyro is the element of fire, as well as being magic, so you can have extra fun with it

Conclusion:

-Fatui Pyro Agents are taught a technique where they infuse themselves with Pyro and burn in a different light. Since it's part magic, they become invisible as a result.

-However, less experienced Agents may accidentally set the ground on fire when they move, and there's the chance that any agent can be revealed via the Teyvat equivalent of the NASA Broom Method

-Also, since it's technically just a Pyro technique, and not an additional bit of tech the Fatui have, anyone with access to Pyro manipulation could, theoretically, learn it

[loudvig]

Lol this was done a few months ago that I never really finished.

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Lumine x Alhaitham

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Title: "Lumine", a biography by Alhaitham

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Warning: spoiler-ish, after 3.2 archon quest, mention of unaliving but only if you squint

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"That was a long fight, Paimon wasn't sure we'd beat those ruin graders but we did! But there's no treasure anywhere!"

While Paimon grumbled beside her, Lumine step up to retrieve the moss-covered metallic box. The design was crude with any lingering paint destroyed by years buried in a damp clump of covering.

A treasure, the village keeper lucidly said though in what way, that was the question.

"Ooh, it's unlocked, let's see inside. Maybe there's more stuff in there." Paimon chimed in as she hovered close.

Lumine nodded.

"Oh," Paimon pouted, "just a book."

Lumine smiled at the sheer disappointment from Paimon.

"Well, I guess it is fitting that a book is a scholar's treasure, yes? It may not hold much value to us but I believe Hadi will be ecstatic to have something of his returned."

"Yeah, you're right!" Paimon put her hands behind her and smiled, remembering the old village keeper with his amicable smile.

He was a quiet man with a predictable set of routines. Those were what kept him sane, Candace observed. Most of the time, he'd sit near the village chief's house and just observe the goings of Aaru village, wearing his smile though one could see the sad tilt of his eyes.

Was he sad for being forever banished from Sumeru city? Lumine was curious and approached him to know his story.

He was indeed a quiet man. He noted her presence but made no attempt at acknowledgement. Lumine took no offense and waited on the sidelines. During those times, Paimon was busy looking for food, flying back to Lumine only when her hands were full.

It was due to one of Paimon's quick flyover and the subsequent spill of food that Hadi finally broke his silence.

"Ah, be careful aziziti. Didn't your mother tell you not to run?"

"Uh, what?" Paimon was confused while she tried to rescue anything edible.

"Aziziti? What does that mean?" Lumine tilted her head and asked softly. It sounded like an endearment, she thought.

Hadi paused and chuckled, his eyes which for one moment seemed to liven up and then clouded soon after, as if whatever illusion he was in broke at last. "Ah, my apologies, young ones. It was nothing. Merely a," he lowered his eyes, "a passing dream."

"Dream?" Paimon inquired with a clean piece of bread on her mouth.

"A dream. A memory. I can no longer differentiate," Hadi shook his head. "A part of the past I can never return to. Ah, I shouldn't have spoken of my long-gone youth for I was reminded of another failure of mine."

Hadi once again looked back to the crowd. "How I wish to go to that place," he whispered.

"If it's nothing big, I think I can help," Lumine softly intruded.

Hadi was quiet. "I have nothing to pay for the errand, traveler, but this old man appreciates the offer."

"It's okay," Paimon chimed in, "you look like you really need it."

Paimon turned to Lumine and added, "anyways, if it's an adventure, there's bound to be some treasures along the way, right?"

"Treasure? Yes, it is a treasure," Hadi murmured.

"Oh, goodie!" Paimon's energy skyrocketed.

Unfortunately, the treasure was not Paimon's kind of treasure.

"Well, I guess only scholars will view books as treasures," Paimon pouted while she floated around Lumine.

"Ooh, maybe this book contains a guide for hidden treasure caves?"

"Paimon," Lumine chided as she closed the box with the book inside.

"Hehehe, kidding," Paimon smirked and followed Lumine out of the cave system they trekked.

It was a remote location, hidden deep in the forest with the entrance covered in hardened mud and rocks. From a landslide, Lumine presumed. The journey itself was uneventful save for a few ruin graders seemingly trapped in the last bowel of the cave system.

It was as if they were lured there.

Could it be...Lumine shook her head. It wasn't the first time she uncovered a graveyard for someone, it certainly wouldn't be the last. If only by doing so, people could finally obtain the closure they need for the things and loved ones they've lost.

As Lumine handed the box to Hadi, she wondered if she had helped him at all. When tears trailed down his face and he hugged the book to his chest, for a moment, Lumine regretted ever reaching out a hand.

Not because of Hadi's tears. No, it was merely the foreknowledge of an eventual parting.

That night, Lumine and Paimon left Aaru village. Not long after, Lumine received a letter from Candace.

Hadi had died in his sleep and he had left behind something for her.

The book she retrieved for him.

"He wanted you to have it," Candace handed the letter. "It seemed he had sensed his time was coming to an end and so he left behind these instructions for the few possessions he had." Candace patted Lumine before leaving.

Lumine clutched the book on her chest and at the dead of the night, alone, she opened this book that carried a life.

And blinked.

There was nothing inside. It was all blank.

A note tucked between the pages slipped out.

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Dear Traveler,

Thank you for finding this book. This is more than a collection of paper for me. My beloved and I invented this book together. In all of Teyvat, only two copies exist. One I owned had been lost while this one was from my soul, a Spantamad scholar named Nadia. She was a woman whose love for travel ensured that we were separated on most days than not while I, a Haravatat, found myself satisfied buried in books and ancient texts. How we came to be, all were faded memories, but there is one thing I know with absolute fact. It was a great pleasure to be connected with my beloved even when she was afar. Thus, I consider this book a treasure.

If you wish to unlock its full potential, you must look for its other half. Without it, this would be just another collection of paper, devoid of any life.

I leave this to you not with the intention for you to seek its missing partner but to entrust the dreams of my Nadia. In these pages she wrote of countless sceneries and wonders I only get to read. As a fellow traveler, I believe she would be happy to pass it on to you.

I implore you to use this book, if nothing else but to record your journeys.

Hadi.

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A journal.

Lumine stared at the book for a long while and then she searched for a pen.

Hi, she wrote on one page and waited.

Nothing. It seemed she really need to look for its partner before she can use whatever ability this book had.

Curiouser and curiouser. The book was filled with elemental energy. Lumine noted after using her elemental sight.

A book to record her journey, huh.

Lumine hadn't thought of writing down her adventures. How could she when her brother was around to remember for her and she too would recall the stuff he had forgotten.

Perhaps, there was a need now. For her brother wasn't around when she began this journey nor would he be there before the end.

Would he still be there after? A voice Lumine continuously snuffed reappeared.

Would he still be Aether? The voice grew loud.

After all Nahida revealed, maybe Aether is already...

Even the voice could not utter what Lumine deeply feared.

That Aether is dead.

No!

The single character was a familiar sight. It was a word written from Lumine and Aether's mother tongue.

Written boldly, loudly on the blank piece of paper.

Lumine caressed the word. She had journeyed far too long in Teyvat that the mere sight of a word had jumbled her senses.

Indeed, this book with its missing half could serve as her record of this world. For all that she had lost and for all that she had gained.

In a language completely unknown in Teyvat, she wrote these words:

My true name is Lumine and I have a twin brother, his name is Aether. People here know me by a different name; for them I am the outlander or simply called, the traveler.

But for you, my nameless friend, I am Lumine and this is my story.

On the other side, through the sea of sand, past the towering Wall of Samiel, between the verdant forest and inside the imposing grandeur of the Akademiya grounds, a book, unassuming and discarded amongst countless other books was pulled from its shelf where dust had settled.

In this corner of the House of Daena, only the most voracious of book readers hunted the forsaken shelves and this book in particular held no discerning value except perhaps its subtle glow under a vision bearer's curious eyes.

The man flipped the book open and in the barely lit hall, his dendro vision illuminated his surprised expression.

"Hm, what are these runes?"

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And so begins the tale of two strangers who eventually became each other's confidant only to discover after twists and turns that they've known each other all along~

[kitty-lattee]

they both listen to Metallica AND britney spears TOGETHER