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FERUS - THE BEASTFRAME

Warframe concept

You had heard rumors about the recent attacks, although reports were scarce. The only sources of information were snippets of recorded audio - screaming in terror about a beast and then dead silent afterwards. The ships left completely barren, filled with blood and corpses. A terrifying beast from the void, who would devour everything in it’s path.

You absently swap your gun from one hand to the other, when suddenly the alarms blare and you almost drop it on the floor! A Tenno! The alien figure emerges from the shadow. At first you feel scared - you’ve never seen a Tenno before, only heard about their deadly attacks. You look closer. It seems to be bleeding, and doesn’t even notice you as it tries to stumble it’s way through the hallway. Not so tough as the stories, are they? It seems fragile and scared! What a joke. You think of the glory and praise you will get for beating a Tenno, and aim your gun. This will be easy. You fire bullet after bullet at the little monster, and you can see them rend it’s armor and flesh. You stop, you have obviously won this fight. Its body lays motionless on the floor. You turn to get the others, and show your prize. Suddenly the lamps explode and go dark. A strange light comes from behind. You turn around, and see a shape so terrifying and big you can not even take it in. A low rumble turns into a chilling howl that makes the whole ship shake around you. You fall to the floor, unable to move as the thing approaches, ready to kill.

Ferus is a Warframe I have been working on for a while with the help of @radruddo and Mod Iskiri!

This feeble Warframe is a secret wildcard in desperate situations. Each Hit taken from enemies will fill up a unique meter. Reaching 100% will automatically trigger his 4th ability.

In this form, Ferus is an out of control beast. He will keep sprinting and can only use his claws to attack with a powerful melee attack. He can also use his abilities 1, 2 and 3. Pressing 4 will make him do equal damage to all the enemies in range but stops the transformation immediately.

~ Mod Lily

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ghost in the house: GET OUT. I WILL TAKE YOU-

real estate agent: chill, its me.

ghost: oh hey. have you sold it yet.

real estate agent: obviously NOT, idiot.

idk I just love how we Young People Today use ~improper~ punctuation/grammar in actually really defined ways to express tone without having to explicitly state tone like that’s just really fucking cool, like

no    =    “No,” she said. 

no.    =    "No,” she said sharply.

No    =    “No,” she stated firmly.

No.    =    “No,” she snapped.

NO    =    “No!” she shouted.

noooooo    =    “No,” she moaned.

no~    =    “No,” she said with a drawn-out sing-song.

~no~    =    “No,” she drawled sarcastically.

NOOOOO    =    “No!” she screamed dramatically.

no?!    =    “No,” she said incredulously.

Steve “No One Touches My Kids” Harrington was one of the best things that came out of Stranger Things 2. | Redbubble

okay hear me out: 

you know those photo series that are like “In The Running For The Next Spiderman/Young Han Solo/Bachelor/Prince Eric/Property Brother”

and it’s just like nine generically handsome brunet white men that might all be Henry Cavill or might all be Matt Bomer or might all be the photogenic runner guy from 2012 for all we know but it’s impossible to tell because they are just so generic?

and you know how nobody really remembers what Moist von Lipwig (slash Albert Spangler where applicable) actually looks like, they just remember the gold hat, or the glasses, or the bountiful ear hair?

what I want is an adaptation where Moist, whenever he’s being an anonymous face or The Man in the Golden Suit or Albert Spangler, is played by a series of generically handsome brunet white men who are swapped out shot-to-shot.

there’s something about even’s little nod in this scene 

because even knows. he’s not oblivious, he notices the way isak reacts to his presence, to him. he’s been noticing him for weeks, weeks before they first met. he saw the way isak was when he came over to his place the previous week, he saw the look in his eyes, the light in his eyes, he saw the way he smiled and laughed, he noticed the changes in his voice. he probably memorized his facial expressions and the things he said last friday. kept replaying them in his mind every single day, in class, before going to bed, when he was with other people 

earlier in that episode, when he came to give isak his snapback, in a matter of seconds, he understood that isak hadn’t told his friends he had gone to his place, he understood that he didn’t want them to know. because he sees and understands. he remembered the cardamom on the cheese toasties five weeks later, how they were sitting on the floor of his room as they ate them, he remembered isak saying he had a drop of water in his throat, he remembered isak talking about parallel universes. because he pays such close attention to isak and the way he looks and moves and speaks and all the things he says

do you think that even, who saw this boy on the first day of school, who was probably looking forward to seeing him even when it was just at school, in public, in rooms and hallways with other students, would not notice how isak was acting? notice the way he’s been looking at him the moment he showed up at his place for the pregame? the way he starred at him when he kissed sonja and looked at him straight in the eyes? how tensed he was as he told him about sonja and how they’d been together for years? the intonation of his voice as he said his okay’s (been together since we were 15. okay. can’t dump her. okay). do you think that even who’s been desperately trying to spend time alone with this boy he was falling for would not notice the smile that spread all over isak’s face when he realized that even was messing with him, the smile he was trying to stop it, in vain? do you think he would not sense his attraction to him? the vulnerability?

of course even notices. and since he came to see isak in his kitchen, he’s only been kidding, pretending not to be serious. but with that little nod, he grows more serious. with that little nod, it’s like he’s saying i see you, i see it, i’ve seen you for a while. it’s reassuring. it’s okay. it’s understanding. i know, isak. i know. me too

“Name one leader who was happy.“

Magnus’ words break the silence surrounding them and Alec glances up at him with a quizzical look on his face.

They are sitting on opposite sides of the coffee table in Magnus’ living room. Alec hasn’t seen him since Magnus walked away from him at the Institute three days ago.

It’s been a busy couple days, trying to catch both Valentine and Jonathan before they destroy the world, but despite that, Alec had immediately made his way to the loft, when Magnus texted him to come see him.

“You can’t,” Magnus says, almost daring Alec to try.

So he does.

He tries to think of someone he knows to be a great leader, someone who’s happy. But all he finds is heartbreak and sadness. He thinks of Luke, a well-respected pack leader, who’s lost not only his old life but also his long time partner. He thinks of his parents, of their messed up marriage, of all the lies their entire family has been built on. He thinks of Lydia, who was so close to having both, when the love of her life was killed.

He looks at Magnus and thinks of how much grief and betrayal he’s gone through in his long life, and he has to swallow the lump in his throat before answering.

“I can’t.”

“I know. They never let you be successful AND happy.” Magnus stares off into the distance for a moment before looking back at Alec. His eyes are sad, but there’s something else in them as well.

Before Alec can figure out what it is, however, Magnus is out of his seat, legs carrying him slowly around the table and towards Alec.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” Magnus says, kneeling in front of him.

Alec almost stops breathing. The fact that Magnus is so close to him after so long makes him overwhelmed and dizzy, and it’s very clear in his voice when he speaks, words shaky and whisper quiet. “Tell me.”

“I’m going to be the first.” Magnus takes Alec’s hand in his, looking into his eyes with a determination Alec has never seen on his face before. “Swear it.”

“Why me?”

“Because you’re the reason. Because you are going to be the first one along with me.”

Magnus squeezes Alec’s hand, and suddenly the emotion in Magnus’ eyes that Alec couldn’t pinpoint before becomes clear. Hope. Magnus has hope, he has faith in them, in their future together, and he’s asking for Alec to do the same.

“Swear it,” he repeats.

Alec doesn’t hesitate; he looks Magnus directly in the eyes, feeling the same determination he saw before. “I swear it.”

“I swear it,” Magnus echoes, a small smile tugging at his lips.

He reaches up to rest his hand against Alec’s neck, thumb slowly caressing his cheek, and Alec can help but smile too.

They’re okay. They’re going to be okay.


edit: i’m gonna put the disclaimer here and i hope people will see it, but the dialogue is mostly taken from ‘a song of achilles’ just a psa i guess

Charlie Hunnam was emaciated and had lost 20 pounds for the last season of Sons of Anarchy (2008). During auditions, Guy Ritchie was very bothered by his look though he liked his performance and asked him 4 times during the process about his poor physique and ‘What was the heaviest he had been’. Hunnam said that when Ritchie brought up the 4th time, he knew that the physicality of Arthur was very important to Ritchie. He promised Ritchie that he would get into incredible shape for Arthur and to prove his fitness for the part, offered to physically fight the other two finalists - Henry Cavill and Jai Courtney. Hunnam told Ritchie, “Look, dude, you keep bring this up, the physicality. Its obviously your primary concern. So if you want to do away with all this auditioning bollocks, I’ll fucking fight those other two dudes. I know who they are. You can bring them both in here. I’ll fight them both. The one who walks out the door gets the job.” Hunnam won the role after this.
—  Charlie proving that you can take the boy out of charming, but you cannot take charming out of the boy xD

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(Chad belongs to/was drawn by @blesstale!!)

November Third (part one)

@o0o-chibaken-o0o‘s birthday drarry bingo fic begins…

bingo l part one l part two l part three l part four l part five l part six l part seven l updates to come…

November third. It should have been a day like any other. Except it never was. Not for Draco Malfoy.

Muggles would call it a self-fulfilling prophecy. You anticipate something to happen so strongly that you end up seeking it out yourself, creating your own destiny and yet still calling it fate.

Some wizards had a different view. That the strength of a singular focus could work itself like an unconscious spell, creating magical power in a word, an idea, a date (for example), that you never intended.

Either way, the result ended up the same. Every November 3rd, the universe seemed to grant Draco Malfoy a chance with Harry Potter. A chance for what exactly, it wasn’t always clear. But something more than their rivalry. Something more than the empty words they shouted at each other across the schoolyard. Something that grew into a little bit more something every year.

The first November third after Draco Malfoy met Harry Potter was, of course, unexpected. The date had no significance yet. But by this time, within a few short months of meeting each other, Harry Potter had already become Draco Malfoy’s arch rival.

Draco found himself almost constantly thinking of ways to outsmart, and outmanoeuvre Potter, the golden child. Everyone loved Potter. Worshipped him, even. It wasn’t fair. Was Draco the only one who could see there wasn’t anything special about Potter apart from the scar on his head? And that had been the Dark Lord’s doing.

Of course, the thing that annoyed Draco the most about Potter, though, was the refusal of his friendship. It was as if Potter thought himself better than Draco. That Draco wasn’t worthy of Potter’s friendship. Like Potter was so great. He clearly didn’t understand or recognise Draco’s status in the Wizarding World or he would have jumped at the opportunity to be Draco’s friend. Draco took comfort in the knowledge that Potter would soon learn and regret ever turning a Malfoy away.

Still, there was a thrill in having an arch rival. Someone to scowl at across the breakfast table. Someone to try out new hexes on. Someone to compete with. And someone to fight.

There was always a crowd when they fought, whether it be with wands or words. Even when they had their wands out, it was mostly words anyway. Neither of them knew much magic yet. Although Potter’s knowledge was severely lacking, like he’d never picked up a wand before coming to Hogwarts.

And whether it was fated or a coincidence, come the first November third, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter met without those jeering crowds, in a quiet corridor, completely alone.

Draco had been frustrated about not understanding his History of Magic homework and too embarrassed to ask anyone else for help. He found himself up late the night before it was due, pacing the common room, trying to work himself out of the mess his own pride had created. Eventually he’d grown tired with the Slytherin dorm and ventured out into the castle, despite it being after hours. He figured he could always drop his name if a teacher found him. He knew his father could be very influential when he wanted to be.

He’d wandered higher than he’d meant to. Well, in fact, he had been a little curious as to the location of the Gryffindor Common Room (for the purpose of pranks of course) and found his feet simply took him in that direction. He didn’t find it of course. Just a number of endless long hallways that all looked the same bar the tall portraits that hung on the walls. One of the portraits - a lady in a hideously pink dress - had even tried to tell him off for roaming after hours. He had only walked faster.

Draco had been turning into a walkway he knew he’d seen before when he spotted a familiar figure shuffling towards him, in an old grey sweatshirt at least four sizes too big, and flannel pants that trailed across the floor. Oddly enough, despite the lack of audience for once, Draco experienced a bit of what could only be described as stage fright, nerves he didn’t recognise settling in his gut. It was a moment before he could work up the strength to speak.

”And I thought you were ugly enough in the day,” Draco managed to whisper, his voice carrying the distance easily with only a slight tremor. “Are those really your pyjamas, Potter?”

“Hmmmm,” was all Potter said in reply, still shuffling forwards.

That unsettled Draco. Potter was supposed to bite back with something witty, something to fuel the fight. Not - do whatever the hell he was doing now. Still, Draco kept his cool.

“I’m not surprised. Living with muggles - they were sure to rub off on you.”

Potter’s voice was so quiet, Draco almost didn’t hear it in the silent corridor. “They didn’t let me have pyjamas.”

“They didn’t let you have pyjamas?” Draco repeated. “What are you talking about? You’re speaking nonsense.”

Potter stopped shuffling, and leant up against the corridor wall, but not at his back like you’d expect, but all slumped on his side, his face squished awkwardly. “Always Dudley’s,” the squished face said.  “Never had my own.”

Draco kept walking closer. Potter was acting weird. “What’s a Dudley? And never had your own what? Pyjamas?”

“Clothes.”

Draco was sure he hadn’t heard properly. “What do you mean you’ve never had your own clothes? The muggles don’t buy you clothes?” He asked. It didn’t make sense. Potter was the boy who lived, the golden boy, the Wizarding World’s saviour. He got everything he wanted. How could he not have clothes?

“No,” Potter confirmed, stretching out the word. “I’m a waste of money.”

Draco blinked. “But you’re…Harry Potter.”

“I’m Harry Potter,” Potter repeated on one note, just as Draco came close enough to see his face properly in the dark corridor. His eyes were closed, and his face looked oddly relaxed, a vacant look that gave Draco the impression Potter’s mind was far from their conversation.

“Are you sleepwalking?”

“Mmmmm.” Potter’s reply wasn’t particularly descriptive but it gave Draco his answer all the same. All at once he realised the power he had.

“I could ask you anything.”

“Mmmmm.”

Draco didn’t hesitate. There was one question that sprung to his mind immediately. One that had been ricocheting around in his head since the start of the school year. “Why’d you turn my friendship down?”

Sleeping Potter shrugged against the wall. “You were mean to Ron.”

Draco almost rolled his eyes but he ended up not bothering since Potter couldn’t appreciate the gesture in his current state anyway. All this time, Draco had thought there had been something wrong with him, when it was just that bloody Weasley kid.

His next question came to mind just as easy. “What do you think of me, then?”

Potter’s face screwed up before he answered - so Draco already knew he wasn’t going to like it. “Mean. Cruel. Selfish. A bully.” The words came out slowly, each one hitting Draco as harshly as the first.

“That’s not - you’re the one always goading me! What am I supposed to do?” Draco half-whispered, half-shouted. “You know what? Wait here, Potter.” Draco had let his voice rise a little higher than he strictly should’ve, considering the time of night, but he had more important things to worry about than keeping his volume in check. He had something to prove now.

He left Potter slumped up against the wall and hurried back down to the Slytherin dorms. He never realised how far down the dungeons really were until he travelled from the seventh floor to said dorms and back on one single journey. Hogwarts was in dire need of a lift.

On his way back up to the seventh floor, a small vindictive part of Draco hoped Potter had been caught by a teacher and punished. But a bigger, more controlling part of him was holding onto the hope that Potter would be exactly where Draco left him - he couldn’t very well prove his point without Potter.

Luck was on Draco’s side it would seem - it was November third after all - as Potter hadn’t moved further than slumping to the floor of the corridor, his head still resting against the wall.

“Here, take these,” Draco said, dumping a pair of pyjamas into Potter’s lap - nothing flashy, just the silver, silk ones he’d been gifted last Christmas. “Just so you know I’m not selfish.

“Thanks,” Potter mumbled, clutching at the material loosely. He didn’t seem as aware as he had been earlier.

“Well go along then,” Draco whispered down at him. “Back to your bed.”

Potter didn’t move. Despite the uncomfortable looking position, Potter appeared quite content to remain as he was.

For a second, Draco considered waking him up, or taking him back to the Gryffindor Common Room - if he could find it - but then he remembered this was Harry Potter. And he was Draco Malfoy.

It was late anyway. By the time Draco returned to his dorm, it was almost midnight. He allowed himself a single thought to how Potter was faring on the floor before he fell asleep. The strange night with Potter was over. And that was that. Draco wasn’t one to dwell on possibilities. They were arch rivals - it had been decided as soon as Potter had rejected Draco’s friendship, maybe even earlier. That was their only story. Anything else was impossible.

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Disposing of Spell Materials

sometimes after performing a spell, you find yourself wondering, hmm, what do i do with these ingredients? the way you clean up or put away your materials can be its own step in the ritual, and affect the spell. here are some suggestions for the different ways to end rituals or properly dispose of the materials 

consider first:

📦keep it - consider if the spell seems like something you could ever possible need to reverse later. that love-attraction jar may invite people you don’t like, and need to be ended, but it’s more difficult without the original materials. keep the ingredients in a jar, box, or something, (maybe label it too) so you can easily nullify the spell if you need to.

wrap it up - in a jar or a pouch, if it is a spell you want to last a long time, gather the ingredients you won’t be reusing and keep them in a place you

🏺jar spells - just keep the materials in the sealed jar. this is the sort of spell that can be reused simply by shaking the jar, lighting a new candle for it or recharging its energy. 

🔔cleanse and reuse - obviously you don’t want to throw your crystals or jars out after a single spell. separate the materials used and cleanse them individually, cutting the ties to the spell. 

now what do i do with it?

🔥it’s been burned to ash - for banishing place it on the back doorstep and sweep it out into the wind. for releasing its energies and inviting influence, release the ashes into running water, given it is safe to return to nature (non glass, nonplastic nontoxic, biodegradable etc)

🕸bound objects - bury or keep in a box somewhere, burial for spells you will never remove, hiding for things you may undo one day. 

🛡protective spells - best hung up or hidden in a corner of the house, or place over the front door of the residence. 

non-biodegradable materials - if its something you can’t safely return to nature, and it can’t be reused because it was burned or broken, use the acting of burning or breaking to move the spell’s energies into the world. properly throw out or recycle the objects.