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[blessed-by-umbral]

Intertwining Paths (p.2)

(Part one) Tw: Blood, semi-gore, violence. M: He chuckled in response, more so as she mentioned his status. “Perhaps. But then again, was it really treason ? Or was it pettiness ? I swear on the Fury some of you sometimes retaliate the tiniest of mistakes with the harshness of punishments for no reason at all.” Once again, the tired sigh was heard coming from his lips. The tiredness that came from a past of dealing with said pettiness, one that never affected him per say, but it was not amused to watch, and still is not, but he wasn’t sure if that was the case, the man wasn’t too reassuring either, the one pleading for their life. The emotionless facade made it hard for the man to peer into Ondrea’s soul, to see what type of person she was, few had the skill to hide their demeanor, fewer still that would shroud their emotion from his gaze. He was intrigued with the woman, despite the lingering possibility of bloody violence that could unfold. And yet it was not the man’s desire to reach that point. If he succeeded, he would have returned to his boredom of a wanderer, if he would fail, he would die. Both outcomes were undesired, so he attempted to do something he was not the best at: Diplomacy. Urgh, how he loathed the prospect of cowering when you can simply intimidate, he looked at the man, but he didn’t doubt Ondrea’s words, he just doubted the circumstances, so he turned to ask the Raven haired woman. “Tell me. Was it treason, or /incompetence/ ?” He waved his hand towards the man, now not looking at him anymore, he had seen enough of his demeanor to judge. “Did he actively reveal secrets, or did he just not keep them safe enough ? There is a difference, I would like to think.” At the mention of his lack of authority, the man would simply chuckle, and place the left hand, the one not on the sword under his hip. “I do not require lawful Authority to act. I have shed those bonds and chains a while ago, with all due respect, Lady Ondrea.” His eyes did not wave away from the woman, and unlike her, he portrayed very clear emotions, curiosity, amusement, and otherwise intriguing emotions. Did he really care for the victim at this point ? He never truly did, punishing the guilt was enough, people die everyday. He would then walk closer, his footsteps slower as they could be, he walked until he reached about 30 feet of the woman, still not in arm’s length to draw his weapon, but now the moonlight would be enough to pierce the veil of the night and reveal his features in detail. “Your man seems impatient. I am assuming a bodyguard, but why is a bodyguard impatient ?” He commented, not specifying which of the two he was referring to, another attempt to poke through Ondrea’s armor, but even if that would work, it would not be enough, so instead he would make his own intent clear. He sighed. “I have no desire of fighting the three of you tonight. I believe I could win. Probably would, actually. But even then, there is always a risk, and even if I did win, I am unsure if the lad is worth the hassle.” He gestured at the man that seemed to look at Magnos with pleading eyes, ‘three of you’ he mentioned, indicating he considered Ondrea among the threats, and not just the guards. “And so, here I am, asking questions, wanting to decide.” His eyes would shift towards the two other members of her house, and he would say, not necessarily to the two of them, but thrown into the air, whilst his gaze returned to Ondrea. “In situations like these, usually the ones that draw their weapon first, lose.” O: A low, seemingly amused chuckle lifted from the hearth of her throat. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a glimpse of a smile on her countenance for the very first time since their initial encounter. However, a discerning eye would quickly notice a sinister undertone lurking beneath the surface of that smile, hinting at a darker, hidden wickedness. As quickly as it surfaced, it dissipated upon her rejoinder.

"Even you would find yourself teetering on the brink of insanity if subjected to the nonsensical ramblings that spill forth from that wretched man's mouth," Ondrea remarked with her attention readily anchored to the assailants visage. "The gravity of the situation is far more profound than mere gossip or betrayal; mistakes of this magnitude have the power to shatter lives irreparably, regardless of the circumstances. His fatal error lay in his treacherous scheme against my blood. A misstep that will ultimately seal his fate. Actions of his own volition begets consequence.”

The man's eyes looked to be clouded with a mixture of exhaustion and fear while his face possessed a leathery, filthy appeal and yet it did little to stop Ondrea from reaching over and coaxing his regard up to meet hers by the guide of a leather clad finger.

Once more, her voice broke above his breathing, her eyes lazily half-closed as she gazed upon his pitiful expression. "These circumstances are far from ordinary. I take no pleasure in this." she lied with her smooth tone and unfazed composure, belying the falsehoods that effortlessly rolled off her tongue. Despite the gravity of the situation, she maintained an air of control, expertly masking her true feelings. She truly cared not for this man as he himself displayed his lack of concern for her and her blood.

Ondrea redirected her gaze towards Magnos, her delicate finger gracefully slipping away from the firm grip on the man's chin. The air was thick with tension as she contemplated her next move, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and determination. "Now, the choice lies in your hands, Magnos. Will you dare challenge my discernment, or will you embrace the opportunity to etch your name into the illustrious annals of this esteemed House?" Ondrea's eyes flickered with a sense of challenge, daring him to make a decision that would shape his fate.

Cormac looked from Ondrea to Magnos and with an upturned palm he gestured effortlessly to their captive as if to wordlessly imply 'all yours'. M: He listened to her words, and did not find her chuckle amusing, he suspected that she did for the same reason he did the same before: Either amusement, or to provoke a reaction, and he would give her none, not yet anyway. His eyes followed hers, despite the dark, and as she spoke, he began to grow more agitated, fingers scratching against each other, fists clenching and unclenching. He noted the man’s exhaustion. Eyes he had seen before, in other faces, he frowned, the emerald gaze returned to the woman in black. “You don’t strike as the type to leave witnesses. Lady Ondrea Cress.” Her name rolled out of his tongue carrying honeyed words, crossing his arms together and growing a slight smirk on his lips. There was a small desire to save the man… but. “Even If I would fight them, and save you, fellow.” He didn’t look at him, merely indicated that he was referring to the man about to die, his eyes were still locked into Ondrea’s. “You would never sleep comfortably again, you’d be watching over your shoulder. You were doomed from your decisions, to serve their house, and your inability to do so. Next time, build a farm or something.” He sighed, adding later. “I am very sorry to hear that the direct and predictable results of your actions happened to you.” Talk about putting a man down gently, but to Magnos’s eyes, that was a fool. An idiot. He would not risk his skin over a fool. Moreover, he didn’t know the reach of her house, and whether or not they’d make a pain in his ass if he confronted them, as his final saying on the matter, he simply raised his hand to make a dismissive wave towards the man’s life. It was gone, forfeit, and he did not care anymore. But that was not the end of the story, for the Vigilante wasn’t about… saving lives. Not directly anyway. “But I am witness now, as said before, Ondrea.” This time, he skipped formality, and his eyes returned to hers without a hint of sarcasm, or amusement, he was serious, his glare was piercing. “Are you just disposing of this man hastily so your own guard is available to overwhelm me with numbers ? What is going to happen next ?” Despite leaving the decision to the woman, his eyes exhaled a certain tiredness, but his hand firmly gripped at the pommel of his sword, he was ready to draw it, should necessary, but rather not. One that was perceptive would know how the man’s own shadow flickered as he spoke the last words… Perhaps it was just an illusion, or perhaps it was just the man’s subconscious preparing for a battle. Still, curiosity would prevent him from running, he needed to see how it would end. O: The man seemed to possess no ounce of worth or significance, neither in his identity nor in anything else. As Magnos uttered his conclusive words, a profound sense of despair engulfed the betrayer, extinguishing any flicker of hope he had desperately clung to. It was not Ondrea's words that brought about this realization, but rather the impact of Magnos'.

"By fire and flame I will be pure. The brimstone of which you were birthed --" He spat out. "You---your cunt sister and that bastard of a bro---"

The movement happened with incredible speed. Maybe Magnos could sense a gentle impression of shifting air as Ondrea swiftly pivoted on her heel and, without warning, found herself face to face with her prisoner, her sharp claws piercing into his throat with wanton abandon. A heavy silence loomed over them like a threatening shroud, with only the sound of the nearby babbling brook breaking the stillness. Yet, what truly stood out was the eerie green light that emanated from her eyes, a hue that erased the warmth of molten gold and replaced it with a sinister glow.

As her sharp talons gradually pierced through the tender flesh, a distinct and tangible scent of blood stained the surrounding atmosphere.

"--I couldn't comprehend your words amidst your desperate pleas." Her voice was like a dirge.

Although no words of supplication escaped his trembling lips, the contorted expression on his face mirrored the agony that consumed him. His mouth hung open, resembling a helpless fish gasping for air, a silent plea for mercy that fell on deaf ears.

"The subject of my sister or my brother should lace that tongue of yours with poison. Should you have been graced with their sentence, I imagine you would have been given some semblance of hope---however, the fates saw it befitting for your punishment to be dealt by my hand." As her gloved knuckles tightened beneath the smooth, obsidian leather, a surge of power coursed through her veins. The pressure exerted by her grip caused a sudden eruption of blood, a vivid display of crimson.

In a desperate frenzy, his hands flailed and clawed, a futile attempt to escape the clutches of his tormentor. At first, his movements were frantic, his feet thrashing against the unforgiving stone and damp earth. However, as the crimson rivulets continued to flow from between her fingers, his struggle gradually waned.

Ondrea spoke loudly enough for Magnos to comprehend.

"Light your candles." she declared, emphasizing the significance of their House’s words. The profound meaning behind this concise expression perfectly captured the essence of the impending downfall that ominously overshadowed him. In one swift motion, she forcefully tore his jugular vein away from its dwelling, leaving no trace of mercy. The air was filled with the weighty sound of blood droplets and the gruesome sight of flesh fragments cascading down to the earth, followed by the resounding thud of his lifeless body meeting in tandem.

Slowly, the tendrils of his aether dispersed in thickly lofts till it seeped seemingly within the ether. Gone and soon to be forgotten.

With a quick movement of her wrist, Ondrea dispersed the blood from her fingers before glancing back to Magnos.

"My 'guard' are here at the behest of my brother. Should I have the option, I would have chosen to conduct this matter of my own accord, however my name has be etched upon the parchment of those who would rather see my head perched upon a spike. You are, indeed, witness to this execution. A matter of your own doing, should we speak of truths."

Cormac and the Cress Guard proceeded to collect the bloodied and dead man, making not to look back at the duo as they dragged him further along the river end.

"--This was meant to be less messy." She mused aloud, seemingly to no one in particular as she spared a cursory glance down to her freshly wet clawed fingers. "-As for the matter of what is to happen next--well--" The green which possessed her eyes previously waned, though the outline of her golden hues were still lined with the color. "--that's entirely up to you. I don't make it my mission to spill the blood of innocents." This did little to spare the derisive look she gave him, from root to stem. "--No matter where they fall on that list. You are a lone pair of eyes in a sea of darkness." With that bloodied hand she upturned her palm and gestured to the still quiet surrounding them.

"You could sing your pontifications and they will, most likely, fall upon deaf ears. A mad-man, screaming heresy among a most esteemed House that has done nothing but provide for the people of Eorzea--or, you may join them. Glory is for hero's. You will find no such thing here but matter and purpose you will find in abundance. No one, not even myself could stop you should you choose to depart, but those pretty green eyes of yours may very well be looking over your shoulder in the manner you proposed to that dead man."

The rocks yielded to the weight of her boots as she drew nearer. She extended her hand, the one adorned with a crimson stain, towards him, a gesture both audacious and peculiar.

"What say you, Magnos?"

[time-woods]

yes. yes he did hit him with a pipe

(medieval fantasy drama au??)

The Carmine Cavalier (Carma (like karma)) and Sīdus the Fallen star

[chaoticallyfluffy]

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

Thank you do much to @zorilleerrant for tagging me! It’s been so long since I’ve been tagged in one of these I’m so excited :D My word is JUICE.

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1: J (Unnamed WIP. Yes obviously Billy is the kid, who do you think I am?)

Just as he was about to start CPR, the kid opens his eyes, looking blearily up at him and breathing calmly as if he hadn't just died. No gasp of air to make up for at least five minutes of breathlessness, no panicked glancing around wondering why they're under tons of rubble. The kid just… blinks at him.

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2: U (Unnamed WIP, Clark's POV)

Ugh. Magic. He should have minded his own business from the start. Unfortunately, there's no way he can run from this now, not with Zatanna looking at him with so much hope in her eyes.

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3: I (From an almost completed one shot)

"... Is he high?" Barry questions. Victor turns around to glare at him. "What!? I'm just asking!"

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4: C (From chapter 6 of 'Learning to Live')

Captain Marvel pulls a jar of metal screws from… who knows where, and hands it to Clark with the most innocent face known to man. He was practically glowing. Hal has no clue whether he did this to screw (hah) with Clark or if he was genuinely just trying to help, but he honestly couldn't care less when he sees the resigned look cross Clark’s face before he eats the entire jar, glass and all, in seven seconds flat.

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5: E (from and unfinished fic called ‘Two Halves, Never Whole’)

Excuse him?? Was he just profiled by an old rich jerk with an ego big enough to purchase a gold encrusted pen? (Yes, you heard him right, there is a golden pen laying on the coffee table.) Just because Billy doesn’t have any money, a home, or any way to sustain himself doesn’t mean he’s a thief by default! He’s a hero for goodness sakes! Billy walks past the table, now lacking a golden pen, and plops down onto the ridiculously comfortable couch. Rich people are so annoying.

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Doing this made me realize that I dont have nearly as much writing done as I thought. It was really difficult to find all the sentences! Also I got tagged in like three more of these while I was working on this one! Am I supposed to do all of them? I want to but I’m not sure if I have enough drafts!

Tagging @teehhhhhhhhhhh and @wildglitch ! Anyone else is encouraged to join as well! I don’t know who has been tagged already or not.

Your word is “WORD”

[tr1n1ty32069]

Drawing of Mel and her pookie >•<

Art collab :]

[hawksmp3]

[batnbreakfast]

I wanted to let you know that I'm watching Deadloch now, because of your posts about it :D It's been very fun so far.

Good, good!!!

*continues her siren song*

Come scream at me about the whole thing if you feel the need. 😄

[leonisdumbasallhell]

someone write me a script so I can make a comic without doing the hard part.

[gilbartar]

Clustering keyword with autoscript python + Google Colab

[celticwolf55]

What the dynamic between my husband and I when we work on ESW together. He has to hold me back from speed running the relationships and stuff to build things slowly.

This is self explanatory.

[blessed-by-umbral]

Interweaving Paths (pt.1)

O: The nocturnal symphony which oft carried over the planes of La Noscea unfolded gracefully, as the delicate, satin veil of the sky was glided over a by a canvas of ethereal hues. The celestial expanse was enveloped by a velvety embrace, as the twinkling stars adorned the twilight sky with their luminous presence.

In the far reaches of the landscape, a menacing presence of rainclouds casted a shadow on the horizon, their ominous darkness rivaling that of the night sky itself. The looming threat of impending rainfall was palpable, as the clouds gathered in a foreboding display of unpredictability.

Ondrea exuded an air of authority as she sat confidently astride Curach, a majestic black buck of a chocobo with a beak that gleamed as if it had just been honed to perfection. His piercing orange eyes scanned the surroundings with keen vigilance, mirroring the sharp focus of his skilled rider. Ondrea's gaze remained fixed towards the east, where the radiant glow of Limsa's Aetheryte pulsed in the distance.

“Smells like rain.” A deep, drawled out voice emerged from her side. Cormac, a prominent Hyur, had faithfully served House Cress since Ondrea's youth. Despite not being related by blood, he was considered a part of the family in many respects. Standing shoulder to shoulder with her brother and his closest companion, Argrin, Cormac had a slim physique and an aristocratic air, which sharply contrasted with Argrin's more rugged appearance. “We should act swiftly if we desire not to be caught in it.”

Cormac's words resonated with truth, as Ondrea found herself yearning to avoid the clutches of an impending tempest, especially considering their cargo. A disheveled figure, concealed beneath a tangled veil of oily shoulder length chestnut hair, lay sprawled belly down on the back of a Cress Guard chocobo. Strangely, it seemed that the mere mention of hastening their travel caused him to emit a feeble groan, as if Cormac's words had stirred a deep sense of discontent.

Ondrea deftly manipulated the supple leather strap of Curach's reins and exerted a firm pull to veer him to the left. The ground beneath his colossal talons surrendered effortlessly, leaving behind precise imprints as he gracefully advanced. "Indeed, we shall proceed swiftly and head towards the west," she declared as she extended out her arm and gestured with a razor-sharp claw towards a dense thicket in the distance. "The banks of the river ought to be located approximately a mile in that direction."

The bound man received only a fleeting glance, as if his presence was of little consequence. "Any further outburst from him will be swiftly dealt with in a manner that he would undoubtedly find most unpleasant." Such was delivered in promise.

Cormac found himself unable to suppress the faint smirk that graced his lips in response to Ondrea's addendums. This was not the initial encounter with Ondrea's unique approach to work that he had experienced. He seemed to be one of the rare few to stomach it.

With a graceful swing of his leg, Cormac mounted his Chocobo, and with a swift and practiced motion, he skillfully wrapped the reins around his wrist, ensuring a firm and secure grip. "Hold on, now." he advised with little avail as his other hand gripped tight to the man's tunic. With a dignified chuff, his Chocobo took after Ondrea's, leaving behind a trail of swirling dust that danced in the ether.

As the pair advanced, they found themselves embraced and shielded by the veil of darkness. Nevertheless, to guarantee their unity in the midst of the obscurity of the thick forest, Ondrea would summon a burst of mystical violet-tinged energy that trailed behind her with a faint, shivering glow.

A discerning observer might catch sight of a flickering purple light dancing among the trees in the forest. Whatever could be rushing through the wood in the dead of night? M: The night’s veil would shroud the movements of the black and majestic chocobo while it moved with the 'prisoner' away, the woman dressing in black and her soldiers would certainly be well camouflaged to the average eye. But tonight’s observant was not the average eye. Instead, it was a man whose body had the taint of the abyss: A Dark Knight’s source of abilities and strength. Despite not being an expert of the dark arts, his body was partially but permanently changed because of it. Eyes that could see in the dark as clear as if it was day, a glimpse of the moonlight was enough to ignite the whole world ablaze, metaphorically, albeit black and white, unable to see colors and shades. The wearer of those eyes: A Tall, 6,2 Highlander man with a hair mixed between a sangria red and gray locks that indicated he was no youngling, descending to his face, one would see verdant eyes, a long and rough nose, with two scars, one on his left eye, going from the cheekbone to the forehead, and the other on his lip, close to the right side of the mouth, both seemingly from blades. On his hips, he carried a sheathed longsword, with a simple scabbard holding the steel blade inside, and for armor, he wore chainmail on top of leather, with leathery boots, a combination of armor and clothing that gave him the look of a wandering knight, intentional or not, it provided with serviceable defenses while not impairing his movement. And on his back, a black cloak, tattered from worn, and dirtied with the sand of La Noscea. What was this man doing in here ? Didn’t matter, plans had changed, for he watched the suspicious caravan delve into the forest, the purple lightning pushing him towards the decision of investigate, so he started descending from the top of the hill he found himself with, and as his cloaked billowed against the hitting winds of La Noscea, he would power walk towards the direction they went: Deep into the woods. His pace was fast, and his footsteps would forfeit stealth as they crunched into the sand closer and closer, he was not faster than a chocobo, however, and he was counting that they would be ahead until he would be able to see them, should they stop somewhere in the woods. He had many thoughts as he sprinted, what was going on ? Was this a cult ? A gang ? Officers of the law ? What was going on ? Whatever it was, it didn’t smell right for the Highlander, quite literally, as his nose would catch an odd scent, perhaps it was the magic, the figure riding the chocobo, or one of her guards. And… whatever it was from, it would send a shiver through the man’s spine, making him almost pause, and his eyes widening. ‘What is this?’ He thought, and with a brief pause, realized what it was: Fear. The instinct all men have, and one he was not used to feeling. ‘Why?’ he whispered to himself, and no one spoke back, he frowned, being afraid irritated the man, and more than that, his curiosity was much wider than his desire for ‘safety’. But as he continued to walk down the path, his hand was resting on the hilt of his sword, the palm resting on top of the pommel, similar to how a knight holds its sword when posing, it brought him comfort, and a sense of security, to know that he had his weapon nearby, and at ready.

O: Undoubtedly, the powerful and robust strides of chocobos would unquestionably outpace the journey of any individual on foot. Nevertheless, Magnos would find himself surprised when the trail of purple strings of magic abruptly vanished with the approach of the the soothing sound of a babbling brook just ahead.

To the inquisitive and perpetually observant, he would immediately discern the figures of a triumvirate, with two individuals positioned on their mount while the third descended from her elevated position. From where he crouched, he could hear the crunch of stone beneath her boots.

As she gracefully made her way towards the meandering river, her lustrous ebony tresses cascaded like a luxurious veil of the deepest black, extending beyond the delicate curve of her lower back. The most captivating aspect of her countenance, however, resided within her eyes, which presented a captivating enigma. At first glance, they appeared to possess a resplendent golden hue, albeit subdued by the surrounding darkness, yet their allure remained undeniable. The infinitesimal dimensions of her pupil, resembling a minuscule puncture, was the more peculiar thing about her hues. It was as if she harbored power yet unlocked.

"This will do." Ondrea's voice carried a tone of finality, her gaze fixed on the flowing river as if it held the power to bring her plans to fruition. "Release him, but ensure his feet remain bound. I have no inclination for a chase," she commanded.

"You heard the lady." Cormac responded with a matter-of-fact tone that bespoke his dedication. As he dismounted from his chocobo, he deftly produced a hidden dagger and swiftly cut the ropes binding the man, allowing them to fall to the ground in a cascade of freedom. With an air of authority, Cormac implored the gentleman to rise from his hunched posture and as the man began to lose his balance, Cormac did little to assist and allowed for him to descend to the ground with a loud thud.

The scraggily man emitted another low groan, causing a pool of crimson liquid to slowly seep from the edge of his lips. Without any additional introduction, Ondrea swiftly pivoted on her heel and strode towards her captive. With a graceful crouch and a tightening of her leather-clad fingers, her gloved hand firmly grasped the back of his head, securing his hair within her firm hold, and jerked his face from the ground. The piercing gaze she directed towards him was intense, with narrowed eyes emanating a chilling glow of venomous green that seemed to ignite from the depths of her gaze.

Ondrea's hand descended and offered the man a tender touch with her leather-clad thumb as it glided across the apple of his cheek, then down to removing the traces of blood that adorned his mouth and chin. It was almost beautiful, the gesture, were the hand conducting it not attached to such a creature.

"I know it's you." The man choked out. "I can smell that foul magic on clinging to you---or is it you clinging to it?"

This caused Ondrea to chuckle a low, single note from the hearth of her throat.

"What use are powerful words when the tongue that they come from is as limp as its hosts backbone? Tell me, do you think you'll be saved?" To what exactly 'saved' was remained nebulous, though it was evident by the strict tone wrapping itself around her voice that she wasn't speaking on anything secular.

"By the flames, I will be purged and pure." The man uttered, his dry and flakey lips muttering the sentiment over and over again.

With a skeptical glance, Cormac fixed his gaze on Lady Cress, hoping that his expression would encourage her to conclude the matter swiftly. Unfortunately, Ondrea was not inclined to hasten proceedings unnecessarily. Instead, she forcefully pushed Cormac back onto the damp gravel near the bend of the river, emitting a disapproving click of her tongue accompanied by a sigh.

"Would you prefer to cut his tongue out, my lady?"

A pause followed, as if something peculiar lingered in the air. With a slow and methodical turn of her head, she peered out into the darkness. Searching. Watching. She raised a hand to silence Cormac's addendum, leaving but the muttered, repetative phrasing streaming from the man below them.

"--I feel something." She added, eyes scanning. "Someone?"

M: Having come to a stop following the trail of purple lightning, the man would turn to a different sense: his hearing, he heard faint noises coming from the river, as well as the gentle sound of the water sliding against the rocks bellow, and whisper-like voices coming to his ears, impossible to assert what was being said. So the man turned to follow the voices, and came to find the triumvirate close to the river. In there, the man witnessed the raven haired woman bring her hand to the man’s lips after roughly yanking at the back of their head, he watched as the so-called Cormac cut the ropes of the man and later suggested cutting down his tongue. He watched torture, or at least what he thought it was torture. He watched all of it from a bush, not making a sound, his gaze, verdant and piercing as a ray of sunlight through the night could not look away from the woman dressed in black. Every inch of his body begged him to go away… until he heard the restrained man speak about foul magics, then he knew why. Perhaps it was a sense developed by practicing the magic, perhaps it was a way that his intuition warned him that this woman could be far greater than he is on the arts of the occult, but he couldn’t just look the other way, they were going to kill a supposedly innocent man, and he would step in, his brain already looking for ways to make the innocent man less innocent in order to convince him to leave, failing to do so, of course. Before the man could have made the decision to intervene, that decision was made for him when he noticed the woman raising a hand, and watching as Cormac’s eyes scanned the surroundings after her warnings, if he could feel uneasy by her, then perhaps she could sense him. That did not come as a surprise for him, and even then, stealth was never part of the plan, he even thought to himself a phrase he often uses whenever he fails at such. ‘Subterfuge is the weapon of the coward anyway.’ And he stepped forward, coming out of the bushes, and making himself visible, first to those that could see in the dark, then to everyone else as the moonlight illuminated him. He walked with confident, calm steps towards the direction of the woman and its two bodyguards, unafraid, or at least, pretending to be. His sword was not drawn yet, but his hand remained on the hilt of the weapon, perhaps it was a gesture of peace, or perhaps he didn’t even think he’d need his weapon to retaliate if attacked. “Perhaps he might.” The man said, his red locks visible as the moon reflected bright sunlight into his surface, his voice was calm but deep, always carrying a menacing tone as he spoke, yet no anger came out of his lips. “Be saved, that is” He added, and pointed at the tied man with his eyes. Indicating he both had witnessed what happened before, and also to add a tone of sarcasm on his speech. He smirked at that, another sign of confidence, lessened by his own concerns. His eyes then moved from the two bodyguards to the woman. And he simply asked after a low sigh, one of tiredness. “Who are you people, and what are you doing to that man? And who is that man?” He expected not only would they not answer his questions, but also that they would ask questions of their own, questions the man was annoyed to answer. Or that they would draw their weapons and not ask anything, either outcome was not pleasing for the Highlander, thus the tired sigh, expecting inconveniences in the way. The way he stood, the way he spoke, the way he grinned briefly before, the way he held his sword, it resembles a classical knight of Ishgard, but with a twist. He lacks a shield on his free arm, he speaks with sarcasm and casualty when there is usually none, his smile is slightly crooked, and he has less life on his eyes. It was like watching the portrait of a Knight, painted without colors. His green eyes were locked into the woman’s, more than they were locked into the two bodyguards. Perhaps he knew she was actually the threat to him, or perhaps it was just that he had identified her as their leader. O:

Cormac and the second guard were the initial ones to shift their attention to the unfamiliar voice. The Cress guard quickly drew his katana, but Cormac stopped him with a single raise of his hand, indicating for him to remain at his position. The guard complied. With a slight tilt of her chin, Ondrea directed her gaze towards the man, her eyes shimmering like liquid gold in the dimly lit night that enveloped them. As the sound of an unfamiliar voice pierced through the surroundings, the man's eagerness to speak was evident as he hastily raised his head, panic etched on his face. However, before he could utter a single word, the katana was swiftly positioned against the side of his throat. Though it yielded to graze his skin, the threat remained palpable.

Her gaze lingered on him with an unabashed air, for it was not a mere fleeting glance, but a thorough assessment of his physical presence and demeanor. With a practiced eye, she took note of his height, build, and overall appearance, analyzing every detail, searching for hidden threats. After a moment, she took a step forward, casting an askance look at Cormac, as if to convey a sense of reassurance while subtly signaling the need for caution.

Ondrea's refined appearance was further accentuated by her elegant attire, which spoke of her elevated social standing. As she drew closer, Magnos couldn't help but notice the delicate bell trinket adorning her throat, a symbol associated with House Cress. Perhaps, if his memory served well, he'd have heard of such a symbol.

"Inquiring so extensively for a stranger is quite unusual. The majority of individuals with sound judgment would likely choose to leave in such a situation--but not you." The latter left her with a tone that signaled her own growing curiosity. "I am who presides over my ancestral line, alongside my Lord brother, Argrin Cress. You may address me as Lady Ondrea Cress." She kept her distance, though this did little to stop the man behind her from speaking aloud, almost pleadingly.

"They're going to kill me!" He shouted, though his proclamations were abruptly silenced when the back of the katana's pommel forcefully struck the side of his head. Collapsing to the ground, he let out a groan of pain. The Cress Guard, wearing a leather mask that concealed his nose and mouth, hissed at the man to be silent.

Unperturbed, Ondrea's gaze remained anchored to Magnos. Without hesitating, she confidently affirmed. "Indeed, that is the strategy. A gesture of kindness, as usually traitors to our name would meet far worse ends. Tell me, stranger, do you intend on witnessing his punishment or do you have further curiosities you wish to satiate?"

Cormac's response to the latter was immediate, as a single chuffed chuckle escaped his lips as he folded his arms across the breadth of his chest. Ondrea, however, remained placid and attentive to the man before her. M: The next sound was those of his footsteps, and the crunching of the chainmail armor that originated from the rings moving against each other. The redhead approached, with piercing green eyes that did not move away from Ondrea, until she finished speaking, then he briefly glanced towards the pleading man, and the two soldiers. When she introduced himself, he gave a low chuckle in response. Ah, nobility, things wouldn’t end well for him, he thought. “A pleasure, Lady Ondrea Cress.” He rolled her name out of his tongue, and despite the sarcasm, his decorum wasn’t lacking. “I am Magnos. No titles or surnames.” Yet his own demeanor betrayed him, white pearled teeth when he smiled, straight posture and there was a politeness in his tone, words were rarely abbreviated. One could easily pick up the Ishgardian Accent on his voice, he might not be nobility, but he surely was not a commoner. The name ‘Cress’ would ring a bell, something he’d read somewhere and never studied further, enough to recognize her words' truth, but not to know the depth of the problem he was in. He did not know any specifics of their family, other than being nobles. He shrugged in response when she addressed that individuals of sound judgment would have let it go, and not him, and he sighed. A tired, bored sigh almost. “Individuals with sound judgment, as you put it, are rats without strength to fight, only the cunning to hide and look after their own skin, and who can blame them ? Danger is… dangerous after all.” He implied that it was not a problem for him, despite his insights telling him to leave, he was already committed to finding out the story there. He squatted briefly to look at the pleading man as he shouted for his life, he gave a piercing glare to him, as if assessing if the man was telling the truth, or giving him crocodile tears in hopes of receiving empathy, he would know, sooner or later. His eyes returned to the woman as he picked himself up. He tilted his head sideways, and cleared his throat. “Oh, many more curiosities to satisfy. Call me a Concerned Citizen, what did this man do to warrant the punishment of death ? Is he an employee of yours that stole something he shouldn’t ? Or let me guess… did not address someone of status with the proper manners, hmmm?” Sarcasm dripped from his voice venomously, almost in a condescending like manner. His intention was to stir a response within Ondrea. Anger perhaps, or slight irritation, it was only when provoked that often people would reveal their true nature. He then looked at the old fellow about to meet his end. “Or perhaps he was an incompetent turd ? Perhaps he laid a hand on one of the other servants ?” Unlike Ondrea, which he addressed with sarcasm, his voice was not harsh and his eyes piercing with a glare, he too wanted to provoke a reaction on the man, maybe fear or despair, as that would also allow him to glimpse at his nature from within. Before the two would even answer, the Highlander squinted his eyes and glanced to his surroundings, it was clear that he was surveying the region, Ondrea would perhaps notice how the squint was not necessary, for he already saw clearly in the evening, and that the squint was to pretend not to. Something he did to fit on, or to deceive his foes into assuming the darkness would save them. Before he finally returned his gaze to the woman with raven hair and golden eyes. O:

The accent that rolled from his tongue struck to her ears like a familiar melody, and with it did it prompt her dark brow to loft with great inquisitiveness. "One would presume an act of trision reason enough for execution. Given your…" A pause followed, and before long her voice carried with addendum. "…stature, understands some of those limitations." Ondrea was no fool, and though he hadn't outright made a point of such an implication, she could very well distinguish that he was, to some degree, a creature of status.

As Magnos crouched down, the man lifted his gaze to meet his with a sense of desperation in his watery eyes. In that moment, he wisely chose to hold his tongue, fully aware of the imminent threat of being coerced by the glinting blade hovering nearby. Though, this did little to cease the wordless motioning of his mouth, as if silently pleading. When Magnos arose, Ondrea turned to meet his gaze once again.

The name "Magnos" felt unfamiliar as it rolled off her tongue. It seemed to rest uncomfortably upon it, yet her countenance betrayed such things. Nonetheless, she maintained an emotionless façade, as if the sudden appearance of this individual was not at all surprising to her. "The man who has piqued your curiosity is an individual who has taken solace in divulging information about our assets to an external entity. Given that our House is presently engrossed in the development of cutting-edge vessels for voyages to the Western regions, we deemed it appropriate to violate his contract as he so willingly violated his word."

Ondrea's gaze shifted downwards towards the pitiful man, a faint smirk playing at the edges of her lips. "He can attest to the fact that it was his own hand that inscribed his name at the base of that piece of vellum. He was well aware of the repercussions of his betrayal." These words caused the man to audibly choke, his expression a mixture of fear and regret.

"I did not intend to inform anyone, my Lady! I am committed to serving the Cress family with unwavering loyalty, just like my father and his father before me," the man exclaimed passionately. However, his words were abruptly cut short as Cormac, disregarding any formalities, swiftly approached him and forcefully yanked him up by the back of his hair.

"Enough out of you." Cormac's frustration was becoming increasingly apparent as he grew tired of Ondrea's slow progress. However, he wisely refrained from pressuring her to hurry. Instead, he maintained a firm grip on the man's hair, wrapping it tightly around his knuckles for a second time. Ondrea, consistently exemplifying her proficiency, diligently pursued her assignments with a tranquil and unhurried manner, unaffected by any external pressures or time constraints as they were effectively on her time.

"You may be a concerned citizen but I do find myself wrought with inquiry as to what exactly it is you intend to do? Do you intend to speak authority on a matter where you possess none?" The latter almost made her smile.

"Or will you concern yourself with observing instead, Magnos, the would be Justiciar?"

Cormac's focus shifted from his captive to Ondrea, who was met with a stern gaze that seemed to convey a message of pushing boundaries. As the closest companion to her brother since childhood, Cormac was familiar with Ondrea's behavior, yet he remained unsure about the stranger in their midst.

In spite of all circumstances, Ondrea appeared to be ready for any possible outcome. What she knew for certain was that blood would be shed this night.

Whose blood, however, remained nebulous.

⸸ Part two coming soon ⸸ Collaborative writing efforts with: https://magnosredheart.carrd.co/. (They do not have an IC Tumblr currently!)

[thisismycorneroftheinternet]

Chapter 10 of Every Time I See You Falling is out!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51199279/chapters/158678896

Summary: Commander Valka gives bad news to the pair at the Resistance; Commander Garoo gives good news to the minions of Sloth.

[emeraldmew]

Debating between 3 WIPs; working on none.

[earlofnewshire]

Sooo someone asked about the au so. I haven't thought through every detail, so stuff here is subject to change. I'm still figuring out how much to deviate from the source material and all that.

I do know this takes place in like the pre-portal incident era, with Stan as a grifter, Ford as a scientist studying anomalies, and Fiddleford holed up in a garage.

I'm putting the actual rough summary under the cut cause it got a little long lol

ANYWAY the plot goes a little something like this: Fiddleford is a nervous reclusive shut in, and gets a ransom letter from Bill. He's has kidnapped his old lab partner Ford to try and get the location of one of the Journals out of him. Ford anticipated this and mailed the map to the journal's hidden location to Fidds. Bill tells Fiddleford to bring him the map, and he'll let Ford go. (The whole time Ford is captive is basically just the penthouse scene btw. So like while Fiddleford and Stan are going through a whole ass hero's journey Ford is like. Getting hit on by a dorito. Or maybe a dorito-coded man. I can't really decide how Bill works in this AU yet, so he might not be a triangle here. Probably will be tho cause if I'm included manotaurs and stuff I might as well.)

Anyway, now Fiddleford now has to journey to either Gravity Falls or Colombia (I'd have to mess with Gravity Falls lore to send them to Colombia like in RtS, but I kind of want to keep it jungley? For this I'm going to say Colombia, but again its subject to change). Either way, he's got to leave Palo Alto to save his old friend.

He arrives in Colombia, gets on the wrong bus, the bus wrecks, and instead of arriving where bill arranged for them to meet, ends up stranded in the jungle. Its there he meets conman, grifter, and exotic bird smuggler Stan Pines. Fidds manages to hire Stan to help him through the jungle. There's an initial personality clash, followed by bonding via shenanigans and such. At some point Stan learns that the guy Fiddleford is trying to rescue is his estranged brother, which brings up a whole mess of emotions.

Bill sends the henchmaniacs after Fiddleford and the map to the journal, so they're trying to evade them as they make their way to Ford. (Side note, in RtS the role I have the henchmaniacs filling here is this guy played by Danny Devito. I'm kind of tempted to keep that the same just because Danny Devito as a henchmaniac is funny as hell and actually works pretty well?? Anyway) Standard road of trails stuff, I'm thinking they meet some manotaurs in the woods? And maybe the Juan-equivalent is some guy who's bought some of Fiddleford's inventions? Again I'm still working out the details.

Regardless, eventually Fidds and Stan decide to use the map and find the journal themselves, then go get Ford, so they can give Bill the map without worrying about him actually getting his hands on the journal. They manage to get the journal, but Danny Devito and the henchmaniacs catch up to them. There's a big chase for the Journal, and it ends with Fiddleford and Stan separated. Fidds has the map, Stan has the Journal, and they have to get to Bill's rendezvous on their own.

Big final confrontation with Bill, trust and courage are tested, there's a fight scene and alligators and shit. Ford is a damsel in destress, Fidds is more competent than he gives himself credit for, Stan punches that triangle.

With Bill defeated, Ford Fidds and Stan are all safe and reunited. Ford and Stan have a lot of catching up to do, so Fidds decides to give them some time to themselves and heads home with bittersweet goodbyes. A week or so later stan shows up at his garage. Turns out he and Ford finally took that boat trip, and sailed from Colombia to California. Stan says some cheesy line about beaches and babes and treasure hunting and how the real babe and treasure is Fiddleford. They make out sloppy style and live happily ever after.

Fiddlestan romancing the stone au PLEASE

[pulipuli]

看看網頁版全文 ⇨ AI老師教教我！用AI改報告 / How to Get Report Revision Suggestions from Chat-based AI? https://blog.pulipuli.info/2023/07/aiai-how-to-get-report-revision-suggestions-from-chatbased-ai.html 你想請ChatGPT這種聊天機器人幫你改報告，但是報告內容太長、還有表格等格式，導致你的複製貼上讓AI也看不懂，怎麼辦好呢？這時候不妨試著用我做的「AI改報告提問器」來產生適合的提問內容吧。 ---- # 介紹投影片 / Slide - Google簡報線上檢視 - PDF格式下載 - Power Point (.pptx) 格式備份：Google Drive、GitHub、One Drive、Mega、Box、MediaFire、pCloud、Degoo、4shared 這份是我在開會的時候用來跟聽眾介紹用的投影片，供大家參考。 # AI改報告提問器 / Preprocessor for AI Review。 https://colab.research.google.com/drive/13AAjvEgmhAieI_ZgOf3qgG9jOvkP9trV?usp=sharing。 使用步驟如下： 1. 打開Colab腳本 https://l.pulipuli.info/ai-review 2. 在左邊Files上傳odt檔案 3. 按Ctrl + F9執行 4. 執行完畢後，左邊Files會產生txt檔案 5. 請依序貼到ChatGPT等大型語言模型尋求建議 # 範例報告 / Example report。 https://www.nssh.ntpc.edu.tw/p/406-1000-4064,r60.php。 我從108全國高級中等學校小論文寫作比賽得獎作品中，選擇了由洪慧美老師指導、余政廷、李亞樵和陳泓凱三味南山中學的學生所撰寫的「OTT 產業分析及青少年使用習慣調查」作為例子。 作為小論文得獎作品，此篇報告整體邏輯大致上還算完整，但仍有許多小地方可以加強論述。 報告包含了許多比較表格，也很適合展現AI改報告提問器的特色。 - OTT產業分析及青少年使用習慣調查：Google Drive 我把小論文檔案的格式從PDF轉換成ODT格式，方便大家用來測試AI改報告提問器。 # 報告建議提問 / Prompt to modify report。 如果只是要將報告的內容拿去問AI的話，為什麼不要單純的複製貼上就好了呢？這是因為跟複製貼上相比，AI改報告提問器會分析、拆解報告的內容，並產生更適合提問的txt檔案。 AI改報告提問器大致上會做以下處理： - 將長篇報告拆解成多個片段，以符合AI提問字數限制。 ---- 繼續閱讀 ⇨ AI老師教教我！用AI改報告 / How to Get Report Revision Suggestions from Chat-based AI? https://blog.pulipuli.info/2023/07/aiai-how-to-get-report-revision-suggestions-from-chatbased-ai.html

[jamingbenn]

year in review - hockey rpf on ao3

hello!! the annual ao3 year in review had some friends and i thinking - wouldn't it be cool if we had a hockey rpf specific version of that. so i went ahead and collated the data below!!

i start with a broad overview, then dive deeper into the 3 most popular ships this year (with one bonus!)

if any images appear blurry, click on them to expand and they should become clear!

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before we jump in, some key things to highlight: - CREDIT TO: the webscraping part of my code heavily utilized the ao3 wrapped google colab code, as lovingly created by @kyucultures on twitter, as the main skeleton. i tweaked a couple of things but having it as a reference saved me a LOT of time and effort as a first time web scraper!!! thank you stranger <3 - please do NOT, under ANY circumstances, share any part of this collation on any other website. please do not screenshot or repost to twitter, tiktok, or any other public social platform. thank u!!! T_T - but do feel free to send requests to my inbox! if you want more info on a specific ship, tag, or you have a cool idea or wanna see a correlation between two variables, reach out and i should be able to take a look. if you want to take a deeper dive into a specific trope not mentioned here/chapter count/word counts/fic tags/ship tags/ratings/etc, shoot me an ask!

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with that all said and done... let's dive into hockey_rpf_2024_wrapped_insanity.ipynb

BIG PICTURE OVERVIEW

i scraped a total of 4266 fanfics that dated themselves as published or finished in the year 2024. of these 4000 odd fanfics, the most popular ships were:

Note: "Minor or Background Relationship(s)" clocked in at #9 with 91 fics, but I removed it as it was always a secondary tag and added no information to the chart. I did not discern between primary ship and secondary ship(s) either!

breaking down the 5 most popular ships over the course of the year, we see:

super interesting to see that HUGE jump for mattdrai in june/july for the stanley cup final. the general lull in the offseason is cool to see as well.

as for the most popular tags in all 2024 hockey rpf fic...

weee like our fluff. and our established relationships. and a little H/C never hurt no one.

i got curious here about which AUs were the most popular, so i filtered down for that. note that i only regex'd for tags that specifically start with "Alternate Universe - ", so A/B/O and some other stuff won't appear here!

idk it was cool to me.

also, here's a quick breakdown of the ratings % for works this year:

and as for the word counts, i pulled up a box plot of the top 20 most popular ships to see how the fic length distribution differed amongst ships:

mattdrai-ers you have some DEDICATION omg. respect

now for the ship by ship break down!!

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#1 MATTDRAI

most popular ship this year. peaked in june/july with the scf. so what do u people like to write about?

fun fun fun. i love that the scf is tagged there like yes actually she is also a main character

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#2 SIDGENO

(my babies) top tags for this ship are:

folks, we are a/b/o fiends and we cannot lie. thank you to all the selfless authors for feeding us good a/b/o fic this year. i hope to join your ranks soon.

(also: MPREG. omega sidney crosby. alpha geno. listen, the people have spoken, and like, i am listening.)

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#3 NICOJACK

top tags!!

it seems nice and cozy over there... room for one more?

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BONUS: JDTZ.

i wasnt gonna plot this but @marcandreyuri asked me if i could take a look and the results are so compelling i must include it. are yall ok. do u need a hug

top tags being h/c, angst, angst, TRADES, pining, open endings... T_T katie said its a "torture vortex" and i must concurr

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BONUS BONUS: ALPHA/BETA/OMEGA

as an a/b/o enthusiast myself i got curious as to what the most popular ships were within that tag. if you want me to take a look about this for any other tag lmk, but for a/b/o, as expected, SID GENO ON TOP BABY!:

thats all for now!!! if you have anything else you are interested in seeing the data for, send me an ask and i'll see if i can get it to ya!

[snarp]

90% of documentation sucks. 99% of LLM documentation sucks. Why? Possibilities:

LLM devs lack the necessary skills to write docs because they're under the age of 25 and have been working on the same couple projects that whole time.

LLM devs don't understand why docs are important because they're under the age of 25 and have been working on the same couple projects that whole time.

LLM devs view their work in the way that mystery cults view their worship, and enter an ecstatic state not conducive to communication upon opening Jupyter Notebook/Google Colab/etc. (It's like when a snake-handling churchgoer picks up the snake.)

LLM devs choose not to write docs because they think that providing publicly-accessible information on how their code can be used makes their expertise less-valuable in the job market:

"If I'm the only one who understands the tools I made, people who want to use my work will have to pay me."

-- Final words of 10,000 naive LLM devs who have spent the last 2 years duplicating each other's work without realizing it, because they have never provided a coherent public explanation of what their work is intended to do, making it impossible either for them to find each other or for prospective users to find them. They died of dysentery.

If they had lived only a few months longer, they'd have gotten back in the computer chair and discovered, with mounting horror, that they no longer know how to use their own work, because they spent a few months doing something else (hospital, PT, etc) and the unwritten knowledge that they thought they had hoarded - in fact recalled only due to near-daily repetition - fell out of their heads, teaching them an important lesson about their own fallibility.

They didn't, though. They died of dysentery. Very sad.