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Shall we continue to combine Slavic mythology with Gabriel?
can’t wait for episode 2, can’t wait to play it in 5 years
I started Stardew valley last week. I love the pixelated chickens. I wanna hold them.
(Definitely didn’t imagined that a game that cute and so relaxation oriented would have such big depression depiction like whaaaat)
A couple of “gal pals” on their first date
In which the Knight picks up some hobbies while waiting for Hornet to return from Pharloom and tell stories about her adventures
the fox god.
a comic about a trickster.
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a little exception to the black-ink-only rule
text: Have you heard of colour theory?
Wow this is really fascinating
Time for science :]
WARNING: There's science under the cut. If you don't like to think about the expanses of the universe and wonder about astronomy and physics and the beginning of the universe and stuff like that, you probably shouldn't read it, it is long.
If you could assign star power and negative star power a real life counterpart, what would you say? There are a surprising amount of options I've realized.
I was watching a video about space and heard the word 'antimatter', which I had no clue existed in real life but it does! And it's FASCINATING! And it reminded me of negative star power, just from the name alone.
The issue though is that there's actually a lot of weird dark/negative space stuff that I did not know about. I actually feel kinda dumb for not knowing about this stuff, I wanna be a rocket scientist I should've already known this jesus-
So if negative star power were real, what would it be?
The first candidate is antimatter. Antimatter is just regular matter but with the opposite electric charge. So, remember learning in school about protons, neutrons, and electrons? Well, antimatter is just like those, but instead of negative electrons, there are positive electrons, also known as positrons, and that goes for protons and neutrons too. There are lots of anti-particles and anti-quarks. You'd think that matter and antimatter would be equal, but there is much much more matter in the universe than antimatter. If there were equal amounts of both, the universe itself wouldn't have been able to form, so we're lucky that matter came out on top. Scientists actually don't know what would've happened if antimatter was more prevalent, and it's pretty hard to study, but matter and antimatter are pretty similar so the universe might not even be that different at all. All that matters is that there's more of one than the other. This one's and interesting candidate because it's basically how dark star power is described. It's just the opposite of star power. Star power goes in, dark star power comes out.
The second candidate is dark matter. This one's interesting because it actually does exist in the TSAMS universe. Nexus makes Dark Sun a dark matter generator and Dark Sun used it to generate a witherstorm and a pocket dimension. So you'd think that clears it up, but not really. In real life, dark matter is a form of matter which scientists can't really observe because of how damn dark it is. It doesn't interact with light or the electromagnetic force at all, so you can't really see it or know it's there, but it does have a gravitational effect so we can assume that it exists. Dark matter and antimatter are NOT the same thing, as dark matter actually makes up most of the universe. It's literally just invisible stuff. It also slows down the expansion of the universe.
The third candidate is negative matter. Negative matter is a form of matter with a negative mass. If normal matter has a mass of 1 kg, negative matter would have a mass of -1 kg. For the time being, it's completely hypothetical, but it could exist. Although it sounds similar to antimatter, they are different, but negative matter could be another form of dark matter. I don't really know how to explain this one very well...
The fourth candidate is dark energy, not to be confused with dark matter. I know these names are confusing, scientists really need to start being more original. Dark energy is the energy that speeds up the expansion of the universe. That's basically all it does. The universe is really goddamn big and it keeps getting bigger and gravity should hold stuff in place but it isn't, and scientists needed a name for the force that's making the universe get bigger so why not name it some cryptic shit like dark energy. This one's kinda interesting because the whole think with dark star power is it makes the end of the universe come faster. When the universe expands, it also gets a little colder. When the big bang first occurred, the universe was so unbelievably hot that our human brains can't fathom it, but now it's cooled down enough to support life, and space is actually pretty cold. If the universe expands too much, which dark energy makes it do, it will get to cold, hence the heat death of the universe, so maybe this one's not too far off?
But that's dark star power. What is star power itself? This one I actually might have an explanation for. Star power first appeared in TSAMS when Moon made the neutron star, which are actually real! A neutron star is an incredibly dense type of star. Despite not being very big, according to google, on tablespoon of 'neutron star material' would weigh around a billion tons (very heavy). Neutron stars in real life sadly can't let you control the entire universe, but they are cool. A neutron star is the collapsed core of a supergiant star. When an extremely large star runs out of fuel and energy, it will collapse in on itself, forming either a black hole or a neutron star. Due to the intense density, most of the protons and electrons will come together to form neutrons, hence the title. Within neutron stars is strange matter, a form of matter that contains strange quarks. Despite the awful name, strange matter is its own type of matter, not jut any matter that's weird. Strange matter is hypothesized to be in the cores of neutron stars, and some scientists hypothesize that over time these neutron stars could become 'strange stars'. The extreme pressure of the neutron star allows quarks inside to become strange quarks, which then form strange matter.
I am not smart and I don't know what strange matter does, but the fact that it's related to neutron stars at all intrigues me and i feel like star power could in some way be tied to it, but let me know what you guys think. If you're smarter than me and i somehow accidentally got all of this wrong and am spreading misinformation, PLEASE PLEASE CORRECT ME. I still have a lot to learn.
Miles & Pearl + An Act of Kindness
Miles shifted in the stiff hospital seat as the girl sniffled beside him.
Wright had left her, frightened and alone, right there on the bench as he darted into the room to tend to Ms. Fey (she'd just been rescued, after all, and the hospital refused to allow more than one person in while she was still waking up).
All events conspired to leave one antsy Miles Edgeworth accompanying one weeping Pearl Fey.
He wasn't sure how to comfort her. How could he bring comfort to such a young person, who likely had no idea of object permanency and couldn't understand that her cousin was not gone, but simply recovering in the other room?
(It occurred to him that, perhaps, he did not understand children as well as he thought.)
The girl hiccuped again, silent tears trailing down her face, as her clumsy hands tangled in her shoelaces.
His fists automatically tightened their grip on one another as she scrubbed an arm across her face. "Everything alright, Ms. Fey?"
Pearl shivered through another batch of sniffles, still glancing to the side as she mumbled to herself. "M-Mister Nick always… ties my shoes for me."
He really should have asked. Miles couldn't explain what led him to act.
But he slipped to the floor in front of the girl anyway, kneeling on the rubber flooring in his suit pants while lifting her small foot to his thigh, taking her laces in hand. "I suppose he hasn't taught you, either. It's alright," he reassured her, looking up with sincere confidence. "The way shoe-tying is traditionally taught is really not as effective for little fingers."
Quitely, with patient words that his father used to whisper to him, he showed her how to tie her little sneakers, making small loops and twisting them up, double-knotted so they wouldn't fall loose. Then, she replicated his work on the opposite shoe, slowly and carefully working to follow his exact instruction.
When she was done, it was not neat or perfect. It likely wouldn't hold itself together for the hour.
"That's a wonderful job, Ms. Fey," he praised, smiling up at her. "It will take practice, but you won't need any help, soon enough. However, it's always alright to ask."
Miles worried he said something wrong when her lip wobbled, and he scrambled to pull out an apology that would stave off more of her sorrow.
Her tiny arms locked around his neck, and she buried her face into his jacket. "Thank you, Mr. Edgeworth."
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Phoenix shuffled out of the room, still agonized by Maya's condition and her lack of progress so far.
She would be alright, he urged himself. Everything would be alright.
His thoughts stalled completely when he caught sight of Pearl, snoring softly with her head resting against Miles' thigh.
He blinked a few times as the prosecutor met his gaze. "Wright! Is…" His voice dropped in volume as he startled awake, shifting his hand to cradle the girl's head for a mere breath. "How is she?"
Phoenix stammered his way through what the doctors shared while Miles nodded in silence. Then, still silent, he leaned forward and lifted a styrofoam cup from the ground.
"I got you… coffee. Well, Ms. Fey and I got you coffee, and I also got her a hot chocolate because she seemed rather… distraught, and I really hope that's alright-"
"Miles." The prosecutor's hand was almost frigid where Phoenix laid his own atop it, his knuckles bony and chilled, but somehow still warm underneath all those layers. "Of course it's alright. That's… It's wonderful. Thank you."
Miles blinked at him, stars shining below his brows, before his worry-tight lips shifted into something akin to a smile.
"Of course," he murmured, casting his eyes down to where their fingers curled together.
Pathologic characters in the fear and hunger style!
hello! how are you today? :D may i request a scenario with xiao where he’s fully simping for reader until he hears them call his name, only for them to be badly injured?
he can think something like, “i was just thinking about you, but not like this..?” and he’s enraged about the fact that reader’s hurt …
thank you so much in advanced! i hope you have a great day/night :)
Characters: Xiao
Warnings: mentions of death, blood, getting hurt, being emotionally constipated.
Genre: hurt/ comfort(?)
Jester's note: Hii hii, Im doing okay, I hope this is to your tastes!
Xiao would catch himself thinking about you more often than usual, somehow a mortal slipped into his life and became a part of it.
He would never say it out loud but he came to appreciate your presence. Whenever you walked in with a plate of almond tofu, talking about how your day went and what you did, it invoked a feeling within him, one he couldn’t get rid of and each day, this feeling grew stronger.
And eventually, he gave you the honour of calling his name whenever you needed his help…by that he meant to kill something, that was the only thing he was good at. No matter what you said, it’s what he was trained to do and no matter what, the red stains on his hands would never wash off.
The stains on his hands made him wonder whether he was even worthy to be with you. He could see that you held affection for him but would he be able to reciprocate that affection? Would someone who had never felt love be able to give it back?
These thoughts flooded his mind everyday and these very thoughts are what made him keep you away, yet even then you would never leave his mind.
It had been a while since you called his name and this didn’t worry him much, you were well capable of taking care of yourself and he had never seen you wander off to any place that seemed dangerous. He had seen you take care of fights with ease and not break a sweat.
If he could, if life gave him a chance, he would spend your mortal life with you and even in death he would remember you.
“Xiao!”
The adeptus didn’t waste a second to get to you, the urgency in your voice was enough to scare him but the sight he was met with was worse. You were covered in blood, barely able to stand properly.
His eyes met your and seeing your condition invoked many feelings within him but most prominent was that of anger; angry at the fact he couldn’t stop you from getting injured, angry at the monsters that caused you this much harm and anger directed at fate for trying to rip you apart from him.
He disposed of the monsters quickly before coming to your side and for once, the stoic adeptus had his emotions displayed, you could see the worry in his eyes as he tried to get you to keep your eyes open. You always thought the first emotion you’d made him feel was something more gentle, perhaps..love but here he was in distress about your condition.
It made you chuckle at how cruel life could be at times but you were glad that you’d be alive to make him break his façade with a much lighter emotion next time.
“I promise I’ll get you to break your façade with a better emotion next time and then you’ll always have me in your mind.” You said, giving him a small smile.
“Shut up and focus on surviving.”
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The Revival of Hearts
Ⅰ. PAIRING 🤍 jisung x afab!reader
Ⅱ. GENRE 🤍 rivals-to-lovers, reincarnated soulmates, fluff, angst, very tiny bit of reader and jisung being parents
Ⅲ. WARNINGS 🤍 mention of death, bodily injuries, mention of blood, cursing, very hurtful words from jisung… just terrible
Ⅳ. SYNOPSIS 🤍 jisung and y/n were lovers in the renaissance times and every reincarnation draws them together, but something about this life is different and their hearts seem full of hate.
Ⅴ. WORD COUNT 🤍 2k
1570
jisung watched the ship sail away with treasures from his stand. the young merchant stared at the atlas in his hands. it was one of the first of its kind having only been published a few months earlier. the words seemed to almost shine, as if it were written in ink made of the purest gold from india. the title stared back at him: “TYPVS ORBIS TERRARVM.”
he laid on the bed he shared with his beloved y/n, holding the atlas up to the sunlight. “an atlas of the whole world…” y/n sighed into his chest as they lay together. “one day, we will see explore this entire map’s worth of land and sea, my love.” they shared a soft kiss and separated with their foreheads still connected. y/n spoke in a hushed tone, “i’ll love you anywhere, anytime.”
1627
jisung had come back with less limbs than when he left for the war and the rush of blood out of where his right arm had been made him dizzy. y/n was struggling between taking care of her beloved jisung and tending to the market to fight off starvation. she came back home after a long day of making delicate pottery to sell. her helpless husband cried which brought her near to tears. “i’m sorry. i promised i would care for you when i brought you into my family and now i’m lying here, unable to properly love you.” y/n’s eyes glossed and she let out a small laugh, “my sweet jisung, i can feel the love you have for me radiate from your heart and it is enough to keep me wishing to wake up another day next to you for the next millennia.” jisung smiled as the pain was reach his heart, “i’ll love you anywhere, anytime.” and closed his eyes.
1709
in their third life together, y/n and jisung tried to live a quiet life together as they raised a son together. they watched their son sleep in his mother’s arms with a smile. “life for him must seem so peaceful.” y/n ran her fingers across her son’s cheek delicately. “he is a symbol of our peace. our foreverness in this one miraculous, young soul.”
y/n prepared supper while her husband looked after the child. “hello, my sweet son.” jisung watched his baby’s small fist latch onto his index finger. an obnoxiously precious grin took over his visage and a tear rolled down his cheek. “jisung, darling, why do you grieve ?” jisung shook his head and looked at y/n, “not grieve, my heart greatly appreciates the two prior empty holes that my lovely wife and son have overfilled with happiness.” the happy family embraced. jisung kissed the head of the two he cherished most. “i’ll love you anywhere, anytime.”
1777
jisung held an atlas in his hands. he was unsure of how it came to his possession but its outdated landmasses served no purpose other than to give him something to stare at. y/n walked in and stared with him. “do you think america will be recognised on maps ?” the wars of the west had been a spread news amongst the trade routes and foreigners who brought information about europe over. “do the matters of europeans really concern us ?” jisung sensed the irritation in her voice and put the atlas away. “what shall we do today, my dearest.” he wrapped his arms around y/n’s torso. “i’d like to lie here with you and leave these politics behind, let it just be the two of us alone with the land and sea undisturbed around us.” they watched the night sky birth a shooting star for the two of them. “what do you wish for, y/n ?” she smiled at the stars and kept her wish to herself. ‘i’ll love you anywhere, anytime.’
1862
jisung was an avid adventurer and brought back many different gifts for his children and y/n. he talked about the open seas and how the water that kissed his cheeks reminded him of his beloved’s sweet lips and the warmth of the sun couldn’t compare to the comfort of his lover’s arms.
he left for another trip and in his mild adrenaline-induced hallucination, he saw the face of y/n in the clouds. he gave the sunset rouge skies a dazed and lovestruck smile. “i’ll love you anywhere, anytime.”
1926
amidst the rallies and displays of pride for his blooded nation, jisung found her. he had found his forever in another lifetime. he was a string tied around her finger like a childish friendship ring, a pure symbol of an everlasting love. this was their last time of their ‘love at first sight’ tale that went on for ages. this was their last ‘i’ll love you anywhere, anytime” before their story of hatred.
2022
jisung was now a university student studying the art of dance. he had stumbled upon the path of fellow dance major, y/n, many times; not a single one of those encounters led to them being completely enamoured by each other’s existences as they had in their previous lifetimes. jisung and y/n were in fact angrily kneeling to god asking why he aligned the other on their life’s journey.
their rivalry hadn’t properly started until the day jisung was bitter that his days of making a choreography for the university’s dance club had been for naught has y/n took the spotlight from under his nose. it was her lazy dance that was chosen, it was her inferior skills that were set to be the focus of the stage. he constantly left negative remarks and snide comments for y/n’s ears only and she could only take so much before she pushed him over in the suite style dorm hallway he lived on while visiting her friend.
things rarely got solved when the two were in the room and nearly always resorted to an “accidental” shove during practice. it had been months of constant anger and tension between the two that others in the club had felt sorry for themselves that two talents on their team were in a static state of aggression.
when a pair fought as badly as jisung and y/n, things were bound to be monumentally ugly, and a certain incident pushed past that limit. “you know, if you weren’t such a narcissistic attention-seeker maybe people would actually like you.” jisung spat after he stepped on her toes, blaming her for his own miniscule mistake. “i’m the narcissist ? you’re fucking incredible, and i definitely do not mean that in a good way. you are such a pathetic excuse for a dancer. you can’t even get your head out of your ass to admit your mistake !” the blood that pumped in jisung’s veins rushed to his face in a bout of fury. “you think i’m a bad dancer, well you wanna know what you are ? you’re loser struggling to make it big, well guess what ? you’ll never be famous because you’re not just untalented, you’re a walking mistake from god.” that was y/n’s final straw before she punched him. a loud crack echoed throughout the practise room meaning his nose was definitely broken.
jisung had decided to join a dance team off campus to avoid y/n at all costs. it was taking months for his nose to completely heal and he hated every feeling that came with it.
pain…
his nose throbbed if he laughed too much, or if he scrubbed his face a little too hard. it was impossible, but it felt like the singular attack had caused his whole body to internally collapse. his legs were jelly straws wobbling in an attempt for balance, and his arms felt weakened; his right arm was so numb it was as if it wasn’t there anymore.
anger…
y/n was the most unbelievable person he had ever had the displeasure of meeting. she was ruining his long-standing friendship with the members of the dance club, his aspirations of being in dance, his whole life even. ‘she always makes it physical.’ he huffed to himself. they fought multiple times, but leaving him with a broken nose ? y/n might have just made park jisung a supervillain.
and then came the feeling he hated most of all,
guilt…
jisung couldn’t stop blaming himself for the timeline he set himself on. he started this grudge over something silly and pushed y/n towards extreme rancour. she was new, looking for friends and something familiar and he ruined that for her. he obviously had to make it up to her and finally apologise.
y/n had not been the one punched, but it felt as if she was brutally attacked and left to wither away. every step felt like a piece of hans christian andersen’s imagination come to life. her hands felt excruciating tingles course through like ants biting her veins. through all of it she loathed the ability to feel.
pain…
her pain felt more metaphorical than anything jisung was experiencing. her heart was heavy with the burden of an earth sized trouble, and she was atlas. she would wake up crying from dreams she couldn’t remember. every day since the damned fight felt like another battle where she lost each time.
anger…
jisung was insufferable. he was quickly becoming the bane of her existence. if her hadn’t been such a sore loser everything would be fine, in fact, they might’ve even had a chance at friendship. in every scenario that replayed in y/n’s head she was in the right; jisung blew things out of proportion and every time she would have to face the consequences of his childish temperament.
guilt…
and yet, there was still a voice telling her that maybe she had been wrong. y/n felt she would have been angry too if someone came and forced her to erase all the work she put into something. she had heard jisung talk about dance like it was his life’s only purpose, and she’d seen that boy, he was definitely made for dancing. y/n felt that despite how right she was, she had to see him and apologise.
y/n went to class with little availability to intake whatever the professor was lecturing about. instead, she was shaking her pen and feeling horrendously trepidatious. ‘what if he takes a shot at me and i end up with a black eye ?’ ‘what if he gets me expelled ?’ ‘what if i hit him again ?’ the terrifying thoughts clouded her to her sight as she didn’t realise her class was over. y/n walked over to jisung’s dorm hall, looking over the atlas she was gifted on her 5th birthday to clear her thought. looking at the aged paper calmed her in a way; if the aged parchment stood against time and survived so could she.
y/n was walking through the hallway with a lack of caution and crashed into another body. “i’m sorry, i wasn’t paying attention to where-” and that’s when her vision finally focused. of course, the silly universe had aligned the circumstances so crudely perfect so she would bump into him. “y/n…” jisung spoke with the same tone of shock. the air was neutral, no trace of animosity towards one another in this moment; the aura was akin to a comfortable silence. “i was on my way to say sorry. i held a stupid grudge and ruined your college experience and made you look unprofessional.” jisung finally spoke. y/n couldn’t say she was surprised for that was an understatement. “i came to say i’m sorry too. i’m sorry for making you waste all your hard work and for punching you.” with each apology their pain was alleviated. the glass shards embedded into y/n’s feet were gone and the cuts were healed. jisung’s limbs came back to their senses and he could freely stand again.
he was about to speak again until he saw the atlas and with a connection into y/n’s eyes it all came back. for the first time in all their rebirths had they become aware of their reincarnation and centuries old love story. jisung and y/n’s story had changed that day, it took time to get close after the suffering they put each other through but the universe had written in their futures forever.
jisung and y/n were meant to love each other anywhere, anytime.
getting back into traditional art teehee
trying out the new paints with a color study
[id: gouache painting of a black and white cat on a bright yellow background. she looks down at the viewer with bright blue eyes. she's wearing a blue collar with a round blue bell and a big red heart with the letters "ty". on the second picture there's the same painting surrounded by gouache tubes. /end id]
gonna write my own overly specific and seemingly arbitrary do not interact
Greetings IHNMAIMS nation, it’s my pleasure to announce *unfolds rolls* that the papercraft for AM’s monolith is available!!
You can find both the guide and the templates on the link included below, and on the pinned post at my profile.
This papercraft has 2 versions of the monolith itself, and 3 versions for the rocks/base. Sadly, my printer doesn’t have much ink left in it to allow me to test the other versions, but I trust they will come out just fine. I initially wanted to include an additional model of his headcanon-ed body, and while I do have a rough idea, it still needs time for development so I will release it later.
As always, feedback on the papercraft and guide is greatly appreciated! Let me know of any errors or suggestions you have for further improvements. Have fun!
Some people on twi said i draw Miquella ugly, with square jaw and Godwyn-like. I decided to fix these issues and draw the most beautiful twink Miquella ever using byzantine design made by my enemy @buriedknight (please check the full design by them it's beautiful, i made it way simplier)