fall vortex

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It’s kind of fascinating the way Vortex’s colours wound up so weird in Fall of Cybertron.

Step 1: G1 Vortex’s Dreamwave profile art, used as his @tfwiki mainpic, gives his grey parts a beige tint (I’m told it’s like this in print, it’s not just a bad scan).

Step 2: A concept artist for the game uses that profile art as a reference when designing the Fall of Cybertron version, leading to a beige-ish Vortex. Additionally, his flappy hip skirts seem to be derived from the Dreamwave art’s hinged waist pieces. The concept artist also happens to used a redder shade of pink for Vortex’s torso.

Step 3: In the process of turning the concept art into an in-game model, the beige-ish grey becomes a full-blown beige, and the reddish pink becomes full-blown red (and also his head changes colour for some reason).

All very butterfly effect, innit?

anonymous asked:

SQ AU Prompt: After Greg Mendell tortured Regina. She stays in her mansion withdrawing from everyone. Emma comes to her to Help her.

Thank you for the prompt anon! I hope you like it! It has been some time since I wrote something from that season… it was funny to write them again as they were back then. 

Set in: Neverland never happens. Pre-relationship


The house had always seemed daunting to Emma, more so after she had started to expect a scowl and something close to a growl trapped between ruby red lips that smirked crookedly every time she tried to get closer to Henry. Now, however, as she stood in front of the house’s main door, all fright was forgotten and as the slightly warmer spring breeze played at her feet she took a deep breath, thinking again on those scowling lips she had found contorted in pain by the time they had found her, scorching marks on her temples and glazed red-rimmed eyes that had stared back at them without seeing.

Regina had looked more dead than alive when they had set her free and even between Emma’s own tears regarding Neal she had felt a pang of guilt on her chest as she had stared at her, at the woman that always carried herself with the composure of a true Queen but who now seemed to be folded on herself, arms around her chest as she walked, refusing to look at anywhere else but upfront.

And upfront Emma stared as she rose her right hand, the wood of the door cold against her fingertips. She didn’t really know why she was there, why she had asked Snow and David to take care of Henry as Ruby guarded Greg, Tamara and Hook. The pirate had tried to weasel his way out of the prison claiming that he had been merely following orders but it had taken Emma a glance to know that as true as that may be the dark-haired man was definetely not someone to be trusted. His screams and threats had been the last thing she had heard as she had left the station behind, neck sore and still dry tears staining her cheeks.

Neal, she thought as she stared at her fingers, at the ink lines that could be seen on the inner side of her wrist from her perspective. Neal had been… something else. Something that had marked her in more ways than she normally would want to admit. Today, however, all of that didn’t matter and for a second she wondered what it could have been to really connect with him, with the man he had slowly transformed into after they had parted way. She didn’t love him, not like she had done in the past, not like perhaps he would have wanted her to love him but she still cared for him and the thought of him falling on the vortex had been painful.

Sighing, she straightened her back, the leather of her jacket uncomfortably glued to the back of her neck. She wasn’t there, in front of Regina’s house, because of Neal. Quite the contrary. She was there because the brunette woman had looked at her once as she had been carried away and she had been unable to think in anything else but those eyes ever since. Of what she could have done if she had been quicker, if she had truly followed her gut when she had first felt it whispering to her.

The door opened, the scowl and furibund eyes in place but the wince those hid as obvious for Emma as the less that frightening growl she could almost hear waiting on the other woman’s chest.

“I can see you though my office window.” The brunette explained succinctly. “What do you want Miss Swan?”

The words lacked their usual bite and Emma felt the also usual twist and pull she always felt whenever she was close to the mayor to subside until it was mostly eaten away by the worry that had followed her there. Or that had led her there.

“How do you feel?” She finally asked, arms trembling at her sides as she doubted of what pose to adopt. She finally decided on hooking her thumbs on her belt as she skimmed over the former queen’s face, trying to see anything else, any shadow of the marks she had seen, any red marrying her skin. Those marks, however, had already been hidden -either by magic or by makeup- and so she was unable to tell if they even remained. However, as she stared, she saw the way Regina’s facial muscles twitched as  seconds dragged between them.

“I would hate to break your heart.” Regina finally said, voice as cold as before. “But I’m not one that enjoys social calls. If you don’t have anything else to say…”

“I want to say that I’m sorry.” The blonde blurted out just as the door began to close. Halting her movement, Regina opened the door once again and stared at Emma slightly wide-eyed for a moment before she could hid it away. “I should have listened to you.” The blonde continued, letting her hands fall from her waist to her sides, her fingers twitching as she kept talking. “I didn’t and I’m sorry for believing… for thinking that you could have done what your mother did.”

“Is not like there was anywhere else here that could have done it, is it?”

The question was whispered as brusquely and as raw as Emma felt her own throat as she swallowed, the regret dripping on her tongue as she stared at the woman in front of her. She had known, she thought, she had known in that moment, screaming at Regina, that she wasn’t the one that were depicted on Pongo’s memories. She had known that but she had ordered her gut to fell silent, to believe what she had been showed and not question it.

“I should have tried better.” She finally muttered, holding Regina’s gaze until the woman let out a small sigh and stepped aside, the inside of her house as pristine as the last time Emma had been there. Looking nervously at the woman once before nodding to herself the blonde took that extra step, crossing the threshold just as Regina closed the door at her back. Turning and following Regina to the office she already knew she noticed the half-empty glass of scotch that sat on the woman’s desk, waiting for its owner that quickly gulped it down in one swift movement of her neck, the tendons at her neck bulging just as Emma glanced away, suddenly shy.

“I don’t want your pity.” Regina finally spoke, words coming through gritted teeth, her fingers grasping the glass hard enough for Emma to wonder briefly if it would shatter beneath the pressure.

“I’m not here for that.” Emma assured her and for a second they were once again in front of Granny’s, all tight smiles and words too heavy to say as they could hear the laughter and voices of the ones inside. “I just…”

I don’t see you as the evil woman Snow tells me you were once.

I know you are something else than just that.

What you did was incredibly strong.

And brave.

“… want to help.” She finally chose, the swan necklace around her neck suddenly feeling as if burning on her neck.

She could see Regina’s mind calculating her words, looking at them and studying them on ever glow of her brown eyes. At the end, however, something seemed to relent because the former queen nodded before she poured liquor in two glasses before offering her once of them.

“I still don’t like you Miss Swan.”

“Emma, and I can work with that.”

Regina’s eyes narrowed but she hummed, smirk back on place.

“Emma. I’m sure you will.”

car boys theory

beamng.drive was never actually “created.” rather, it was discovered by a humble game developer who was messing around with map editors. one fateful day, they opened up what they assumed was an empty void of a map they hadn’t done anything with yet, and yet shockingly they found several rouge objects falling through this world. those objects were a soccer ball, a futuristic vehicle, a large inflatable mat, and most interestingly of all, a destroyed blue sedan with two infinite beams of light shooting out of it neatly labeled “n” and “g” within the maps new, unprompted code. finding no source for these objects, they used the groundwork from this instance as inspiration and framework for a fun, soft body car simulator, taking the experience as an act of divine fate. they named this simulator after the two beams, citing them as the “true creators of this simulation.”


by falling into the time vortex, Nick and Griffin created beamng, and that’s where the series has been going this whole time. that’s why buzz lightyear told them to take that jump towards the vortex, because he knew this is where they had to go. the bustos, the blob, iron man, they were all important and powerful figures, yes, but this was always the true mission, so that all the fun we had along the way would still happen in the first place.

So, there are rumours that Cheryl is going to go darker and meaner - perhaps even vengeful - next season. I am not down with that at all. Not at all. She has been through so much - her twin murdered with her ‘father’ as the killer, her parents’ total disinterest in her happiness, her regal yet depressing af house, her not-at-all-there grandma…instead of falling down the vortex that is anger, bitterness, hatred, and vengeance, she needs support. She needs friends. She needs a warm unit of people who care about her. What she needs - truth be told - is Archie (‘cause I’m Archeryl af), but his whole gang, too. She doesn’t need more dark colours woven into her tapestry. To do that would be cruel, unfair, and unnecessary. She needs lightness and love.
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How can you hold an image in your mind?
To see
To feel
To touch
To find yourself lost in the glittering illusion that gives credence to the parlance of emotion?
You spell it out,
Folding it
Rolling it
Wrapping it
Tight, and tighter still about My cerebellum, until I can taste the flavor of ink that drips from the font of your pen.
How can I offer thanks for the lover and friend that has thrown words into My face
Slashing them
Screaming them
Impaling them
Into the darkest parts of My measured mind, sliding them unaware under the door to taunt?
Handing them out like candy to tease Me until I, in turn, answer in kind.
To fall into the vortex of languages spell, drifting along the hidden currents that sparks wildfires in the core of creative intuition.
Flung high..battered and beaten against the walls that fight to hold you down, and rebelling with each soul dripping splatter of venom that marks your mouth.
Or sent running over moon drenched meadows , silvers and gilded, laughing
Crying
Sighing
Until the words fade from the screen, only to find they have been left in burning marks on the insight that was given, the window to a soul opened for a tiny glance into dreams
Given freely                                                                                                    

anonymous asked:

is the time thing an adhd thing because oh my god everything about my sense of time is just ??? sometimes time doesn't feel linear to me like i find myself in places in time that just don't feel like they're proceeding in sequence

the time thing is true for a variety of executive dysfunction conditions and ADHD is definitely one of them. it’s in part due to attention span problems, because if your attention is flitting from one thing to another, all those shorter periods of attentiveness to different subjects don’t cumulatively feel like the same amount of time as one long stretch of time spent on the same subject. it’s also it’s easy to lose track of time when you’re hyperfocusing on one thing because all of your attention is there with none left over to pay attention to the rest of the world (time included) moving along without you. 

I’ve described it as falling into a time vortex, because I’ll sit down to do something like write a to-do list for the day, and it will have felt like five minutes for me but in reality an hour has passed. I don’t experience time normally - it’s like my brain just doesn’t exist in the present because it doesn’t operate at that speed. 

for events seeming to proceed out of sequence, it could be because of losing chunks of time in ways like that, making it feel like trying to watch a movie with whole scenes and pieces of scenes missing, so you’re missing the context required to understand the following scenes. if you don’t remember walking into the parking lot and starting your car, going from being at school to being on the freeway won’t make any sense because you’re missing that transition.

there are other conditions that can mess with your sense of time too - dissociation can fragment your perception of time and lead to gaps in memory and that same “time vortex” feeling where time has passed without you being present for it. so that’s also something to look into also if it feels like something more than or different from your other ADHD symptoms.

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Ohhh finally i did

This is my OC from the quest of the ink machine Bc i really like the Au of @thebbros (and it creator, @blogthegreatrouge)

Name: Verdanna, but she prefer Corey (boy name, of course)

Age : 20

Occupation: Street artist (You only live once)

Crush: Mhhh Maybe, she has a little crush on cuphead (like, a really BIG crush)

-Has large dark circles

-She’s a Wolf (Athough it does not seems)

-Is higher than Bendy but lower than Boris

-Admires the Cup Bros

-She can be transported through the darkness. But consequently she could fall into a vortex swallowed by darkness and die. Each time she makes a “Shadow Travel” the shadows within her will escape and kill every weak kind of life that will be near her. (Example, if she fall into a forest, she’ll kill the entire lawn and leave a dead, dead field radius)

-Has a silver ring with the hades rune. (pluton, hades, eh?)

-She always tries to escape from the police, since the money she gets by selling her pictures is not enough for her to buy food or shelter. So she is limited to stealing in some occasions. Even she risks taking “Shadow Travel” to flee from them, despite knowing what could happen to her

-Her Brothers are dead, one for the Ink illness and the other in a accident

-She’s REALLY melancolic, she cries when she thinks no one is watching her.

-She is very suspicious, but still very extroverted.

-Very creative, and really funny with her friends

-When Cuphead is close, she tends to act like Felix near Oswaldo (xD)

-Has Necromancy, but with the same consequences that leaves her to make shade travel, but lighter. She can even reconstruct the corpse of a small animal with his bones and make him walk.

-She smoke and drunk sometimes, but is really resistant 

-Need Glasses

-She loves the black

-In the studios, she is not a dark girl, is a really hipster girl, so, shes get married with instagram. Dead to the Mainstream!

Aaaaand… that will be all (?)

abriaashley  asked:

Prompt: Ginny and Mike can't find Isaac, and Ginny almost has a heart attack. Thanks for responding to my question, and as you can see your answer inspired me lol!

It shouldn’t have been that easy lose a living, breathing baby and yet, there they were, running around the house and calling nine-month-old Isaac as if he could answer them. The only sure thing is that the baby gate has trapped him upstairs, but there are four bedrooms and four bathrooms with infinite places to for a baby to hide himself, and a million things he could hurt himself with. The idea of him getting even a scratch has Ginny trapped on the floor in his nursery doorway, her knees pulled up to her chest as she tries to breathe normally. It’s her first panic attack in almost three years and she’s forgotten how to cope. The only thing keeping her from completely falling into the vortex of anxiety is Tillie tapping her kneecap as she stands in front of her.

“What wrong Mama?” the almost three-year-old asks as Mike rushes past them both, doing his fourth sweep of the house’s upper level. Ginny watches him run from one room to another, everything moving at half-speed despite her insistence on remaining present in the moment.

Ginny gulps down a breath, and answers, “Mama and Papa can’t find Isaac.”

“Isaac,” is all Tillie replies before she walks away, headed for her parents’ bedroom.

Mike emerges from the bathroom, his entire face red, and notices his wife on the floor. He squats beside her, wipes the sweat off her forehead, mindful of her shaky breathing. “Gin?”

Ginny shakes her head frantically, finally falling apart in his embrace. She can’t even vocalize her fears. Mike rubs her back, soothes, “He’s here somewhere, Gin. You’ve gotta calm down or you’re gonna scare Jr.”

Ginny’s eyes widen and she snaps her head in the direction of their room. “She said Isaac and went in our room…like she knows.”

They hop off the floor and run to their bedroom. Tillie’s crouched in front of their bed, peering beneath it. At the sound of their footsteps, she looks up and smiles, points under the bed. “Isaac.”

Sure enough the baby’s there, looking almost content as he lays on his stomach under their bed, chewing on his fist. Ginny stretches her arms as far under the bed as she can get them. “Isaac! Come to Mama! Come here!”

She looks up when the bed lifts and her eyes widen at not only her husband’s strength but the ease with which he seems to lift the bed despite his back and knees. She scurries under the bed and grabs the baby then moves back, clutching him to her chest and crying against the top of his head. Isaac turns to look at his father as he sets the bed back down then walks over to Ginny and plops beside her, reaching out to stroke his downy soft hair. Tillie eyes her parents curiously, wondering what’s happened, but joins them anyway, sitting on Mike’s knee. She points to her baby brother, says, “Isaac!”

Ginny wipes her face, settles her breathing and plants a kiss on her baby’s forehead. “You scared Mama half to death, little boy.”

He gurgles, reaches for her hair, then leans over and plants his open mouth on her cheek, trying to give her a kiss. Ginny and Mike laugh as Mike takes him, covers his face in kisses.

The next day Mike comes home with a bouncing swing that attaches to door frames and a pair of little bells to go on Isaac’s shoes, serving much the same function as Tillie’s squeaking shoes. To Ginny’s relief, the baby’s delighted with both purchases, eagerly bouncing in the swing so the bells on his shoes jingle. Tillie gets a similar kick out of her baby brother’s new accommodations as well.

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Fall Blow Out by cg photography
To me this is fall, the vortex of fall foliage in full blown scale.

MBTI types as kouhai pining after their senpai
  • ExTJ: Ignores their senpai and attempts to effectively bury their emotions. Admiration is for the WEAK. Ends up overcompensating for their "weakness" by being stiff and critical, unintentionally insulting their senpai in the process. ExTJ proceeds to fall into an emotional vortex of self-loathing. They should have foreseen the negative consequences of ~feelings~, they sneer, bitterly.
  • ExFJ: Nervously hangs around their senpai, but never gathers up the courage to straightforwardly profess their undying loyalty. Resorts to dropping increasingly obvious hints, but sadly their senpai is super oblivious and ends up being the only person who ISN'T aware of ExFJ's admiration.
  • ENxP: Tries to ingratiate themselves by flirting with their senpai constantly, albeit in a very awkward and bizarre manner. They start to resemble a large golden retriever puppy with all that unbridled enthusiasm. Unfortunately for ENxP, "awkwardly flirtatious ball of energy" is simply their natural state of being... and so their senpai is none the wiser.
  • ESxP: Attempts to impress their senpai with a series of improvised stunts. Oddly, their senpai never looks in their direction. ESxP feels like fate is conspiring against them... but! *scoffs* Fate means nothing in light of their fierce willpower. Decides to "accidentally" sit in their senpai's seat -- there's no way they can be ignored /now/. But... for some reason their senpai doesn't come to class that day.
  • IxTP: Seriously wants their senpai's attention, but also rejects the very idea that THEY of all people want ATTENTION of all things. There's a massive internal tug-of-war between Wanting To Be Noticed and Wanting To Blend In With The Scenery, Specifically That Potted Plant In That Obscure Corner Over There. Decides their senpai is better in theory. Also decides that humans are overrated. Is in total denial. Cries self to sleep that night.
  • IxFP: Wistfully watches from afar. Is very, very afraid of saying or doing something extremely embarrassing. Happens to get into a conversation with their senpai at one point due to a group project. Figuratively bursts with anxious happiness. Literally trips over themself while walking and talking. IxFP is mortified and 100% oblivious to the fact that their senpai actually thinks it was kinda endearing. Unfortunately, the shame is too much to handle. Decides to take up permanent residence in the local dumpster.
  • INxJ: Does a big whopping NOTHING to catch their senpai's attention. Spends a lot of time playing out different scenarios in their head in which they interact with their senpai, but doesn't seem too interested in making those things actually happen in reality. Their senpai is a bit concerned by the oddly intense stares they get from "that weird kid in the corner". Mercifully, INxJ is unaware of this reputation they hold and happily continues doing... absolutely nothing.
  • ISxJ: Extremely apprehensive but still intent on getting noticed. Starts by making friendly comments or compliments when they pass their senpai in the halls. Eventually steps it up and attempts a few short conversations. Offers to help their senpai with homework and eventually asks for their senpai's help in return. They spend an increasing amount of time together. Somewhere along the way they've become good friends?? #NOTICED
Save Me From The Nothing I Become

Here’s the first of my prompts for my followers milestone project, and I’m so excited! (Also on ff.net and ao3)

Anonymous said:

Prompt+ Season 2+ When they find Neal in New York and Emma locks Killian in the closet. They never showed what happened there. Smut please. Love the blog xxx

Thanks for the love, dear nonnie, and for your request… so, I wrote that missing scene, but I’m afraid it’s not what you expected. I love writing smut (as you probably know), but the most important thing is to stay in character, and I just don’t see any real smut happening in this situation, I’m sorry. Still, the chemistry was always there, so I hope you still enjoy this.


After knocking Hook out and making sure he hadn’t injured Gold severely, Emma had left Neal to take care of his father and dragged the still half-unconscious pirate down to the basement of the apartment building where she found an empty storage room. Before he fully came back to consciousness again, she’d handcuffed him to a pipe and removed his hook that was still stained with his arch-enemy’s blood.


He was leaning against the dirty wall, still a little unsure on his feet, and she waited, hands on her hips, until he blinked several times and then finally focused his blue eyes on her. When he noticed the handcuffs, he glared at her and rattled them pointlessly.


“Really, now?” he growled through clenched teeth.


Emma was furious. “What the hell are you doing here?” she hissed.

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