simple-machines

Talks Machina Highlights (Spoilers through E86)
  • Secret Denise message of the week: “He who sees my face will be cursed for a thousand years.” As you do.
  • Sam makes his entrance gagged and with his hands tied while the rest of the cast points and yells “shaaame” at him.
  • Laura thought Scanlan was screwing with them and kept waiting for him to turn around.Travis notes that they can usually talk people out of that kind of choice, and Marisha realized Scanlan was actually leaving when the conversation started going around in circles and there were no easy solutions.
  • Taryon was not supposed to appear in 85 at all. Midway through the show, Matt called Sam over and told him Taryon was going in tonight. “Why?” Matt: “’Cause… why not?” At that point, Sam had virtually no backstory planned for Taryon and didn’t even have Doty named yet. Matt: “…I can say that was a miscommunication and I thought that was the intent?” Matt told Sam they’d figure out Taryon once the party knew where they were going next, and Sam took that to mean in the next episode, so Matt sort of accidentally threw him in at the deep end.
  • Sam: “I did not do any of that to hurt you as people or characters, I did not mean any sort of betrayal by it. It just felt like the right thing to do… and the tasty way to do it.” Taliesin notes he’s had e-mails after a break-up that sounded just like that. Matt was tense through the whole thing.
  • Taliesin: “You’ve proven that we can bring in a new character and it works.” Liam keeps thinking of the pre-stream game and missing Scanlan. Marisha realized she was putting away her d12s because she only ever used them when Scanlan gave her inspiration.
  • Vex felt like she and Scanlan really understood each other because they both put up fronts, and now she’s starting to doubt that.
  • Liam notes that Scanlan was the only one who really managed to get through to Vax during his nosedive.
  • While Scanlan was out, Sam had time to think about how Scanlan would feel when he woke up, and he couldn’t really justify why Scanlan would stick around. He thought it would be really difficult to make it seem believable for Scanlan to stick around when he was that miserable, so a break made sense.
  • Liam: “With a little space from this, it was brilliant.”
  • Sam: “Some of the things that Vex said to Scanlan changed his plan. My initial intent was to leave solo, alone, and you guys all convinced me to stay with Kaylie.”
  • Liam points out that VM doesn’t really keep their guard down anymore, so they’re pretty wary of Taryon, although Grog’s on board now that they’ve beat him up (”I’ve done all the insight checking that’s needed”), and Percy’s on board because he’s excited to have a nerd-buddy and a very useful distraction.
  • It was Grog’s idea to beat up Tary and Doty, because he was worried about them possibly getting the rest of his friends killed if they weren’t able to hold their own.
  • Laura points out it was more of an audition than a hazing–they did it to their staff at the Keep. Marisha reminisces that she turned into a giant scorpion for the first time during that scene and scared off a lot of them on the spot. Vex shot an arrow at Jarrett, and he side-stepped and made eye contact, and she knew he’d be sticking around.
  • Taryon is inspired by the likes of Richard Branson and Tony Stark. The pitch to Matt: “I wanna be a guy with no skill at all who has bought everything he can do, if he has a problem he just throws money at it, and he wants to be a brave, daring adventurer and has no skill to back it up,” and Matt immediately thought of the artificer class. Matt: “In theory, without any of his equipment, he’d be a level 2. The equipment’s what brings him up to level 13.”
  • Percy stopped feeling threatened by Taryon when he realized he needed magic to build his stuff. “We can do a Bruce Banner-Tony Stark kind of thing.” Sam points out that Taliesin actually knows some of the stuff Percy talks about, whereas the simple machines Taryon talked about so condescendingly were the actual limit of Sam’s technical knowledge.
  • Marisha leans towards Keyleth mostly just using the elemental spells that she’s completed her Aramente for.
  • Vex thought of Scanlan as the dad of the group, the one you went to if you didn’t know what else to do. Sam, whispering: “…I’m so sad right now.”
  • Brian: “The first person who can open a fucking door should be the leader of Vox Machina forever.”
  • Liam on Vax: he was a total fuck-up, didn’t have a purpose, and that got flipped on its head. Vax thinks another shoe is gonna drop from the Raven Queen, but he’s not rushing towards that; he wants a little private time. “It’s a weird thing, being Fate-Touched in a game of chance.” He’s currently waiting for instruction, but doesn’t really know where to go. From Matt’s perspective, the Raven Queen’s set him on a path and has outlined the general direction, and until that path needs to be corrected, she’ll leave him to keep walking. But without training, Vax doesn’t really know how that connection works.
  • Travis thinks Grog would do okay one-on-one against Kevdak now.
  • A fan points out that Matt was silent for 18 minutes during the party’s confrontation with Scanlan. Matt loved it, because it let him become a member of the audience. “That’s the reward for all the hard work.”
  • Matt re: Keyleth potentially taking on True Resurrection as a ninth-level spell: “There’s an interesting disconnect between the mechanics of the game and a realistic narrative.” He feels that there needs to be a necessary, very important purpose for that person that didn’t get completed. Marisha mentions that there are some spells that Keyleth wouldn’t be comfortable with (same as Pike not using some spells), and that True Resurrection would be difficult. She’s excited about True Polymorph, though.
  • Matt had to tell Sam that Scanlan did not hear Grog’s contribution to the resurrection ritual–Grog unfortunately failed his contribution. Sam: “I will say as Sam Riegel listening to Travis Willingham’s song… legit tears.”
  • Doty is not quite as strong as rules-as-written, but is a little smarter so he can read and write. Liam: “But can he love?”
  • Matt points out that a lot of the show’s narrative stems from relationships, so it seemed natural that romances would start up in the game. Laura: “[Liam and Marisha] had to deal with all of us acting like asshole fucking schoolchildren.” Travis: “I just want the story to be good. I just want nudity and good story. I don’t care where it’s from.”
  • Marisha and Liam went out to lunch to talk Vax/Keyleth once it looked like things were heading that way to make sure everyone was on board and comfortable with it.
  • Sam thinks Scanlan would be very skeptical of Taryon and would think he’s an asshole and would be on board with pretty much everything that’s happened.
  • Liam hopes for a bit of overlap between Scanlan and Taryon. Sam: “Oh god…”
  • Sam honestly doesn’t know if we’ve seen the last of Scanlan.
  • Percy does not want to return to Whitestone in a permanent sense at all, but Taliesin notes that it doesn’t matter, because he has to, and he understands that responsibility’s part of being titled. He doesn’t think Percy will ever take power, but if it comes up, he has ideas of how he could be useful.
  • Brian: “Is there anything special you want to do for episode 100?” Liam: “Wear some pants, please.” Matt: “No. Never.”
  • Matt sighs heavily when everyone suggests a bodyswapping episode. Sam: “We’re doing it, Matt. Someday.” Matt: “…so hackneyed.”
  • Brian: “Oh, I forgot about Alpha! Probably because it hasn’t worked for months.”

After-Dark:

  • Sam would be down for playing both Scanlan and Taryon.
  • Everyone was pretty okay with Taryon not knowing their names. Marisha: “That seems like something we’d do.”
  • Brian asks where the giant mug is right now. Sam points out that it’s literally sitting on a shelf behind Brian, in the same shot as him. Sam’s new mug was a gift from Laura ages ago.
  • At the time, Vex thought hanging onto the deck was the smart thing to do, but after the conversation with Scanlan, she decided it was better to give it back to Grog. Travis had games and games of guilt-trips planned. Percy was planning to build fake magical cards with a bit of flashpowder.
  • Matt reveals that Fenthras was already Exalted when Vex got it. Laura, slumping dejectedly and extremely dramatically on the couch: “Fucking hell, I’ve got all this fuckin’ shit I’ve been working on!”
  • Exalted is the next level after Awakened for Vestiges. More info in the campaign guide.
  • Liam: “What if Pike was hit with love at first sight for Taryon?” Everyone just goes silent while they ponder that.
Sans Plush Commission

-Undertale-
65€ - 75€ depending on detail

-Underswap-
60€ - 70€ depending on detail

-Underfell-
70€ - 80€ depending on detail

Aside from the standing pattern there is as well a sitting one! Here is an example of an OC, it goes with the same prices as the standing ones~

For every other AU Sans you’d might want to commission me with:
It depends on their clothing and amount of details. If they are similar to one of the main three, I might be able to do them, though I will decide individually if I take the commission and for what price. Feel free to ask me about it x)


Accessoires like bones, souls
and so on, (the things they can hold in their hands) and things like collars will cost 5€ extra each accessory.

example;


Shipping is not for free and can be (depending on the country you come from) pretty high. Keep that in mind please :)


The plushies are made of soft plush minky and felt. The patterns are made by myself and still worked on. I use a sewing machine and simple hand-sewing.
The arms are movable and the faces are all uniquely made of felt sewed to the minky, the jacket is to be opened and closed with Velcro. The plushs can be ordered with magnets so they can hold small stuff in their hands like plush hearts or bone attacks x)
Their clothes are completely removable except the tank-top for their arms are attached to them. There is also an elastic band in their pants to make sure it fits the plush. :)
Each plush is around 35cm from head to toe.
Everything I do is completely self thought and not perfect. I’m still learning with every plush and trying to get better so please, if you’re commissioning me, tell me in a formal way if something bothers you or should be changed and I will see what I can do :)
Please consider that since they’re Sans and only have low health they won’t survive washing machines x)


let’s talk about some rules :)

-I will work on 2 Sans’ at a time. If you’re planning to get all 3 of them Sanses at once we can discuss how to deal with it in PM to save shipping costs :)

-I’m still going to school and only do the sewing in my free time, so please don’t rush me. I don’t mind you asking for updates and I want to work close to you so we can make you your own unique plush, but if you’re getting on my nerves it will only slow the progress down

-As said I want to make your plush special, so if you wish for certain details please tell me and I will try my best to get it as close to your imagination as possible. If you can Show/draw me a reference of what you imagine them to look like it would be the easiest for me, however describing works as well :)

-I would prefer sending the plush insured to make sure it comes to your place safely, which however will rise the price. You can ask me privately if you want to know what the shipping costs would be and if you know a cheaper way please feel free to tell me. I’ll send them from Germany :)

-I’d prefer PayPal for the payment and if you’re commissioning me I would like a partial payment, means half of the price before I start with your plush and the other half when it’s finished and befor I ship it to your Destination.

It’s just to make sure I don’t get tricked, I hope you understand :)If you want to commission me please take a look in my blog description. I will make sure to update there if commissions are open or closed.

If you have any more questions, feel free to either put them into my askbox or ask me using the private Messenger, I’ll try to answer as soon as possible :)

It occurred to me what a simple thing reality is, how easy it is to make it work. It’s just reality. Just housework. Just a home. Like running a simple machine. Once you learn to run it, it’s just a matter of repetition. You push this button and pull that lever. You adjust a gauge, put on the lid, set the timer. The same thing, over and over.
—  Haruki Murakami
Plush Sans Commission

-Undertale-

65USDollar– 70USDollar depending on detailes

-Underswap-

60USDollar – 65USDollar depending on detailes

-Underfell-

70USDollar – 75USDollar depending on detailes

Accessoires like bones, souls and so on, (the things they can hold in their hands) and things like collars will cost 5 USDollar extra per accessory.

Shipping is not for free and can be (depending on the country you come from) pretty high. Keep that in mind please :)

The plushies are made of soft plush minky and felt. The patterns are made by myself and still worked on. I use a sewing machine and simple hand-sewing.
The arms are movable and the faces are all uniquely made of felt sewed to the minky, the jacket is to be opened and closed with Velcro. The plushs can be ordered with magnets so they can hold small stuff in their hands like plush hearts or bone attacks x)
Their clothes are completely removable except the tank-top for their arms are attached to them. There is also an elastic band in their pants to make sure it fits the plush. :)
Each plush is around 35cm from head to toe.
Everything I do is completely self thought and not perfect. I’m still learning with every plush and trying to get better so please, if you’re commissioning me, tell me in a formal way if something bothers you or should be changed and I will see what I can do :)

Please consider that since they’re Sans and only have low health they won’t survive washing machines x)

Okay now that you know about the plushs themselves

let’s talk about some rules :)

-I will work on 2 Sans’ at a time. If you’re planning to get all 3 of them Sanses at     once we can discuss how to deal with it in PM to save shipping costs :)

-I’m still going to school and only do the sewing in my free time, so please don’t rush me. I don’t mind you asking for updates and I want to work close to you so we can make you your own unique plush, but if you’re getting on my nerves it will only slow the progress down

-As said I want to make your plush special, so if you wish for certain details (examples at the end of the rules) please tell me and I will try my best to get it as close to your imagination as possible

-I would prefer sending the plush insured to make sure it comes to your place safely, which however will rise the price. You can ask me privately if you want to know what the shipping costs would be and if you know a cheaper way please feel free to tell me. I’ll send them from Germany :)

Edit:

-I’d prefer PayPal for the payment and if you’re commissioning me I would like a partial payment, means half of the price before I start with your plush and the other half when it’s finished and befor I ship it to your destination.
It’s just to make sure I don’t get tricked, I hope you understand :)

If you want to commission me please take a look in my blog description. I will make sure to update there if commissions are open or closed.


Here are some examples and how updates will look like:

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Misogyny in Much Ado About Nothing

I’ve read a lot of scholarly articles on Much Ado About Nothing that dismiss Don John as a terrible villain, or criticise Shakespeare for the lack of finesse in constructing him, but honestly, I’ve always felt like that’s the point.

Don John is no sly, silver-tongued Iago – he is crude, brash and malicious. He makes statements like “I am a plain-dealing villain,” goes about attended by idiot henchmen, and takes advice and inspiration for his plots from others around him.

But even so, this weak caricature of a villain nearly brings ruin upon all of Messina.

How?

Because, even before he had made plans to trick Claudio into thinking Hero was unfaithful, the culture of Messina had already done most of the work for him. Don John is not the true villain of this play; he is merely an agent. The real villain of Much Ado About Nothing is the culture of misogyny in Messina.

From the moment Benedick and the soldiers return to Messina, they engage in lewd sexual banter and joke about horns, adultery and cuckoldry. Leonato’s first instinct upon greeting them is to make such a joke, for when Don Pedro politely inquires if Hero is his daughter the old gentleman immediately quips, “Her mother hath many times told me so.” This banter speaks volumes about the underlying misogyny and anxieties about female sexuality that the men share, and it works to create an atmosphere that is ripe for Hero’s shocking rejection.

Thus, all Don John has to do is suggest to Claudio that Hero is unfaithful, offer him a sliver of proof, and the prince and Claudio, made susceptible by popular myths of female inconstancy, find the rest of the proof themselves. Claudio starts to see certain cues as evidence of Hero’s guilt where before they were badges of honour. He declares, “Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty.” And so Hero, by the simple machinations of a cardboard cutout villain, is publicly disgraced, left for dead, and threatened with death by her own father, showcasing how quickly those seemingly harmless jokes about women can escalate to actual violence.

What’s more, this culture of misogyny is what keeps Benedick and Beatrice apart. These two dorks start the play madly in love with each other, but their shared fear of horns and cuckoldry divides them. Beatrice is also repelled by Benedick’s attitude as a self-confessed “tyrant” to her sex, and patriarchal culture has convinced her that no marriage could ever be happy, and no man faithful. Both of them (but especially Benedick) must thus overcome and abandon patriarchal values and the culture of misogyny they are entrenched in. Again, the culture of Messina is the antagonist, not Don John.

Beatrice has the advantage of being resentful and rebellious towards patriarchal culture from the very beginning, and so it is Benedick’s conquering of his sexist attitude that becomes the axis on which the rest of the play turns. He starts off entrenched in a culture of toxic masculinity, but once he acknowledges his love for Beatrice, and after he sees Hero disgraced and left for dead, he becomes sickened by the views he once held. Beatrice flies into a rage at her cousin’s treatment, and in no uncertain terms rails against misogyny and the patriarchy and the culture that nearly killed Hero. She wishes she “were a man for his [Claudio’s] sake,” telling us that, were she a man, she would use her position of privilege and power to protect women rather than abuse them. Her next wish, “that I had any friend would be a man for my sake” is a challenge to Benedick to do what she, as a woman, cannot: defend her cousin with action, not words, and publicly oppose the culture of misogyny in Messina.

This makes her initial request, “Kill Claudio,” less a demand that Benedick murder his friend and more a plea that he break with the toxic culture of male camaraderie. And Benedick agrees. In the midst of a play saturated with jokes about women’s volubility and defined by the rejection of a supposedly unfaithful woman, he then makes the monumental decision to trust Beatrice. He listens to her when she grieves and finally asks her a single question: “Think you, in your soul that Count Claudio hath wronged Hero?” When she replies in the affirmative, her word is all the proof he needs to part with the prince and challenge his best friend.

When he meets with Don Pedro and Claudio, they are keen for him to validate their treatment of Hero with his witticisms, plainly desiring to hear the japes about cuckoldry he had trotted out at the start of the play. But with Hero almost “done to death by slanderous tongues,” Benedick knows tongues are as deadly as swords in Messina, and so leaves his wit in his scabbard. He challenges Claudio and informs the prince he intends to discontinue his company, officially cutting his ties with their little boys’ club.

Speaking to Margaret shortly after, Benedick claims he has “a most manly wit… it will not hurt a woman.” He no longer uses his tongue to scorn or denigrate women. Instead, he uses it to delight them, turning his efforts to poetry and song, and courting Beatrice with the jokes and witticisms he once reserved for his male friends. Shakespeare uses Beatrice to convince Benedick, and by extension the audience, of the shortcomings of masculine culture and shows us that true valour comes from men using their strength to protect women rather than hurt them: for this alone may Benedick call his wit “manly.”

Through their love, Benedick and Beatrice conquer the true villain of the play: misogyny. Don John, who is merely the agent, is instead undone by Dogberry and his idiot watchmen, who discover the plot and bring the truth to light. With all put right, the end of the play provides the denouement where Benedick, having proved his valour and cast off misogyny, is at last free to marry the woman he adores. He makes a speech where he mocks the old views about women and marriage he held, gaily advises the prince the marry, and tells Claudio “love my cousin,” the implication being that the only way Claudio and Hero will live happy is if Claudio follows Benedick’s example, throws off misogyny and loves and trusts his new wife as Benedick does Beatrice.

Much Ado About Nothing, quite simply, mocks the hypocrisy of patriarchal society at every turn. It questions why men should demand chastity in women when they display none themselves, and why women are thought of as sexually insatiable when experience generally showed the opposite. The play’s accompanying song Sigh No More is even about the unfaithfulness of men. The lyrics declare “Men were deceivers ever… to one thing constant never,” and the men of Much Ado tend to live up to this, being generally lusty and faithless while the women are constant and faithful. Shakespeare disproves common myths about female inconstancy by making Hero the blameless victim of men’s obsession with female chastity, a scapegoat onto whom all their repressed fears are projected. And Don John, the active agent of the culture of misogyny, is a bastard, living proof of men’s infidelity and unfaithfulness.

So yes, Don John is a terrible villain – but that’s precisely the point. His weak characterisation feeds neatly into the play’s subversive agenda. For what could this bitter, scheming man have accomplished had the culture of misogyny not predisposed Don Pedro and Claudio to suspect unfaithfulness? What power did he have over Benedick and Beatrice, and how did he serve as their antagonist?

Don John is not the true villain. Misogyny is. Hero’s shocking rejection and near-death proves how dangerous misogyny is, and how easily violent words lead to violent actions. Meanwhile, the witty, sparkling lovers journey together to overcome their internalised prejudices, and provide vivid proof of what happiness a marriage based on trust and true equality can bring.

Much Ado About Nothing is play about a battle of the sexes – and only once the two sides call a truce and join forces to overcome the real villain, misogyny, may the happy ending be achieved.

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The tale of two cities according to Heiko and Stephi - Part 108

Two weeks ago I told you how complicated the ticket machines for S-Bahn and U-Bahn in Germany are. So now I’m glad to tell you the park ticket machines are easy to use. Just insert a coin and get the ticket. Unbelievable that this is still that simple in Germany. Of course there are different tariffs for different areas but still simple because on every machine you can read how much you have to pay. And because this is so simple I stop here and continue to enjoy the sun and holiday (and ice cream).
This week’s praise to the few machines which still are easy to use. No criticism this week but a loud ‘YAAAYY’ for the beautiful weather and landscape in my holiday country and a bit of sympathy for Heiko because he’s looking forward to his second week at work after his holiday.

P.S. first photo Cologne second photo Munich

2,7,12,17,22-Penta-tert-butyl-4,9,14,19,24-pentacyano-pentabenzo[ab,fg,kl,pq,uv]-[25]annulene (Compound CS, cyanostar)

This 5-fold symmetric cyclic molecule, called a macrocycle, has a positively charged central cavity that “captures” anions such as borates, chlorates, perchlorates, and phosphates. Pairs of cyanostars sandwich together, trapping the anion using their slightly concave shapes (not shown).

Designed at Indiana University Bloomington, the cyanostars have been shown to be able to be assembled into molecular structures called rotaxanes which resemble wheels and axles and act as simple molecular machines which can be manipulated by heat or light.

Piece requested by Jane.

anonymous asked:

hey. can you rec me some ziam fics. maybe your favourites? pls

Hi!!!

Sorry for taking a bit longer to get to this! I was all set to do it yesterday, but then Top Knot Zayn happened, and I needed the time to appropriately reflect on him. But I’m back and focused and here goes!

(I’m putting all my recs under the cut because I don’t have any self control.)

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Dispatches from the Days In-Between

An “Imperial Problem Child” story

The broadcasts, surprisingly, had been Madine’s idea in the end.

The council had been small, only for those with high enough clearance, and normally Skywalker wouldn’t have been included, but recent galactic events had been…odd, to say the least. The question of the hour was how to proceed with Operation Yellow Moon when the Rebellion was under increased scrutiny. (The reporters that showed up on inhabited worlds to mob Skywalker didn’t help either. It was still manageable at this point, as not everyone in the whole galaxy knew what the poor kid looked like, but Madine had his suspicions that one day it might get to the point where the boy started contemplating wearing a mask like his infamous sire.)

And there was another issue. Having Luke along on operations where Vader was likely to be present put the entire mission in jeopardy. Not because they were afraid Luke would betray them. He’d already managed to “steal” several Imperials for the Alliance, to Vader’s great annoyance, and no one in High Command doubted his commitment anymore. (though Madine couldn’t speak for the average Rebel-on-the-street, of course). The problem was that Vader would simply “sense” his son somehow and know right where they were.
Hence the discussion of what to do with Luke during the operation.

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Starco week 3 - Recovery

Ok, this morning was very quiet for me, so I had time to think of a bunch of different ideas, on thing was a concept for Recovery (yes, another one a day late), and so here it is, ISO’S 2ND FIC, BOIS
Here we go.
@starcoweek3

Thanks for reading!

“Hey Marco!” Star said, excitedly, as she entered Marco’s room.

Well, the hospital’s room, but Marco’s name was on the tag so it was his! The young princess skipped around Marco’s bed and took a seat on a stool next to all the medical monitors.

“The things we could do with this kind of magic on Mewni..” she started, “maybe I should bring it up to mom next I’m in Mewni!”

Star exhaled, calming herself down. She wasn’t there for fun, she was there to check up on Marco. Something that’s become an everyday matter for her.

“3 months, huh?” She asked the monitors, hoping their beeping could somehow give her the answer. Star turned to the little table on the far side of the room and used her wand to create a beautiful bouquet of Mewnian flowers, next to the other flowers she’d conjured for the past days.

“Has someone been throwing out my flowers?” She pouted, noticing there was a definite lack of flowers than the day before. “Ugh, these doctors!” She scoffed. “Can’t appreciate true beauty!” She stuck her tongue out at toward all the nurses in the hospital. They couldn’t see her, but her intentions were there.

She came back to her surroundings again. It was cool in the room. A temperature that wasn’t cold, but wasn’t too hot that one could be uncomfortable in. A simple table, a TV that was airing a rerun of Fravity Galls. Really there wasn’t anything here that could disturb anyone. Not that it would disturb Marco.

Star’s wandering eyes found their rest at her feet. That was the only place she dared to look, because anything in the room reminded her of the state Marco has ended up in. It was the only place she wanted to look, not bearing the sight of Marco.

Marco was laying on the bed with several tubes sticking out of him, connected to one of the machines Star was sitting next to. It were these tubes that were keeping Marco alive. It were these tubes that were gave Star ta feeling of total dread and guilt, as she believed it was because of her that Marco was now in this state.

Marco had been in a coma, and according to the doctors, he would be staying in a coma.

Star was confused to why Marco’s parents would try to “hold on to hope”, expecting Marco to wake up as if any day now.

Where they saw possibility, She saw pain, agony, and torture.

However, today was going to be different from all the other days.

Star’s silent mouth twisted into a smile, “Oh Marco!” She said in the softest and sweetest way possible, as if trying not wake him. “I’ve been doing some research, and I think I know the best way to help you!” Her voice was shaky, but she was able to steel herself. If she was going to go through with her plan, she couldn’t be hesitant or it may not work.

“I know of this place that’ll be able to fix you!” Star was excited. “I’ll take you there, you’ll be all better!” She was wiping away her appearing tears. “The best part is, we can stay there, and we won’t have to worry about anything! We won’t need to come back, because we’ll both be there.” She couldn’t help but choke up a little, “and as long as you’re there, I’ll be happy.”

It was starting to get difficult, but Star HAD to press on. She knew if she did this, she could see Marco again. “So, what do you say, Marco? Let’s go on one more adventure, one that’ll never end!” She didn’t wait for a response, as if she could recieve one.

Star got up from her chair and kneeled next to the machine with all the tubes in them. She grabbed it and turned it to expose the cables.

“Oof, what a mess, they should really organize these cables.” Star said, trying to make herself think of anything else.

She followed one cord, the most important one.

The power cord.

With her trembling hand, she clutched the base of the plug.

Star had a new smile on her face. A hysterical smile. Her mouth wide, a grin from ear to ear, but with these eyes.

Eyes that had forgotten, eyes that had nothing behind them.

With a slight tug, the plug simply disconnected from the wall.

“Huh.” Star said, not as to inquire, but as to add something more to her actions than just a simple tug.

The other machines started beeping loudly, error messages flashing. She could hear sounds of panic and rushing from outside the door.

Star stood up quickly, raising her wand to the door and casting a locking spell on the door, then conjuring a guant rock to block the door, just for good measure.

Beeping and beeping, hands slamming the door, Star just stared. Stared at Marco’s body. Tears running down her eyes, but still giving off that hysteric smile.

She walked over to the bed, and stroked Marco’s hair. “It’ll be ok, Marco, don’t be scared. Don’t worry about that beeping…” She whispered, hoping to calm down the unreactive boy.

The machines were beeping loudly, as if yelling at Star. She ignored them, and started telling stories to Marco, stories of their meetings, how she had a great time living with him and his family. She told him about how much fun she’s had on their adventures. “You’ve given me so much, Marco.” She said through her smile. “So please let me do this for you.”

The machines stopped their repetitive beeping, and let out one, single, droning, beep.

Flatline.

Star finished by kissing Marco’s forehead. “I love you, Marco…” nothing but the flatline responded.

Star stood up straight. Took her wand into both hands, and whispered into it.

The wand lit up in a fantastical glow. Changing form into that of a small dagger. The glow ended with a small flash, a spark, and in place of her wand was an ornate dagger that came up to a fine point, a floral pattern on both sides that shaped a butterfly.

She lifted the dagger, sharp end toward her, up to her throat. She grabbed Marco’s hand, hoping his fading warmth can give her a facade of strength.

Looking up at the ceiling, she gripped his hand harder and told him, “Don’t worry Marco… I’ll see you soon.”

Flatline.

The end

Kirby Lore: NOVA

Within the universe of the Kirby games, many bizarre beings of great power exist. From a hive-mind of sentient dark matter, to the embodiment of nightmares, to even Kirby himself, there seems to limit to the god-like entities to be encountered. However, of them all, the most mysterious are the Novas. But just what are these mysterious constructs?

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After dinner you showed Peter to his room and you sat up the air mattress for Felix in your room. Which had all but blew his mind.

‘You’re saying this isn’t magic? Anyone can do this?’ Felix asked.

‘Yes, all you need is the equipment and know how to use it, wanna try it?’ you offered.

Felix sat on the floor next to you and you showed him the button you were holding down to fill the mattress.

He held down the button and tilted his head in confusion.

‘So simple.’

‘Yeah, the machine does all the real work, all you have to do is know how to use it.’ you explained.

‘Alright I think that’s enough.’ you said as you turned the machine off and closed the little air seal.

You placed a blanket and pillow on the air mattress for him.

‘Get some sleep, tomorrow is gonna be a big day.’ you said as you settled in your own bed.

The Next Day

You woke up earlier than usual and started on breakfast. Just a simple scrambled eggs, bacon and toast.

You saw a note on the fridge saying your dad had went to work early since he had a rather demanding client at the moment. So you only made enough for two, you weren’t big on breakfast, only a piece of toast while you scrambled the eggs. 

As you sat the table you heard your bedroom door open.

You look up as Felix comes into the kitchen.

‘Morning.’ he says as he sits.

‘Morning, dig in.’ you said.

After a few minutes Peter came in, and sat sat down, without speaking you noticed.

‘Good morning, I made breakfast.’ you said.

‘I can see that.’ he scoffed as he pulled a plate toward himself and began eating.

‘Would it kill you to be civil, the only one acting like an ass here is you. And the way I see it you should be the one doing the most ass kissing.’ you snapped.

You were tired of Peter being childish.

‘And how do you figure that, because you think you took me in? You’re just my prison guard, I owe you nothing.’ Peter said as he stood up.

‘I don’t need your gratitude, but I won’t tolerate disrespect. Just remember that outside of me, there is absolutely no one in your corner. No magic, no Lost Boys, no shadow.’ you glared.

‘And as for the ass kissing I was referring to Felix.’ you said as you crossed your arms over your chest.

At that Felix’s eyebrows raised.

‘From what I’ve been told, he followed your every demand for centuries in Neverland, and when the other Lost Boys all but handed you over to the Charmings he was the only one who remained faithful. He got on the Jolly Roger against his will. And you paid back his loyalty how?’ you asked.

‘By not hesitating to rip his heart out of his chest? If I hadn’t stopped you he’d be dead and you would feel no remorse whatsoever.’ 

At that Peter’s jaw locked, and he looked anywhere but at you or Felix.

‘Now, until you are ready to apologize I don’t want lip from you. That means no snide remarks, no back talk, no subtle threats, nothing. Do I make myself clear?’ you said firmly.

Peter sat down and began angrily picking at his food.

‘Good, now finish eating, after I take my shower we’re going into town to get you some clothes.’ you said.

As you left you didn’t see that Felix’s eyes following you in amazement. No one, not even Pan, had stood up for him before.

I am almost eighteen,
a song plays in my head like a broken stereo,
it is haunting,
I wish I could change it.
I’d make it play the tune I am humming,
so rhythmic and in tune and finally,
we would dance in my footsteps,
and in the light of the moon,
and in shadow.
I would write everything I think,
there would be no inhibition,
nothing left to say.
I would be braver, then,
My pen as sharp as the sword of my tongue,
and thus my words that cut flesh.
If I had one wish,
ah, I bet you know what I’d wish for,
oh, it’s not as simple,
but it is so bittersweet, the contrast that lies between
your stale silence and my pathetic whispers.
I feel my efforts are futile and
somewhere underneath the realm of relevance,
I am a simple scratch in the machine,
and I am just seventeen.
—  reflections of the brink of adulthood
Eros - Bar AU Chapter 4

DISCLAIMER: THIS PIECE IS A MYSTIC MESSENGER AU.  IT IS HEAVILY INSPIRED BY THE AMERICAN SITCOM CHEERS, A SHOW CENTERED AROUND A BOSTON BAR CALLED CHEERS AND IT’S REGULARS.  EVEN THOUGH I HAVE TRIED TO KEEP AS MUCH OF CANON PERSONALITIES WITH ALL THE MYSTIC MESSENGER CHARACTERS JUST REMEMBER THAT IT IS AN AU AND A FEW THINGS MAY BE DIFFERENT THAN IN GAME OR YOUR HEADCANONS. THIS HAS BEEN FUN TO PLAN AND I HOPE YOU FIND A BIT OF JOY READING IT!  

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When you’re feeling down and like things aren’t going your way, go to the place where you will be met with open arms. Things will always work out, even if it’s not the way you expect it to.

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Damian Wayne was cold. It was ridiculous, he knew, to be shivering in this weather, but he couldn’t stop himself from shaking. Things like this happened sometimes— it felt like his heart wasn’t beating fast enough to keep him warm. The cold started in his fingertips, snaking up his wrists until his pencils fell from his icy hands and his phone didn’t recognize his touch. He slept in a nest of blankets now. Sometimes, he dragged them off his bed and wore them around the house, the same way he kept his cape wrapped around him when he went on patrol.
Todd said the cold never went away.
Anyway, it was like living in an icebox. You’d think that a billionaire could afford to keep his house a few degrees warmer, but no— it was always “Damian, stop messing with the thermostat” or “Damian, it’s ninety degrees in here, and Tim says he can’t breathe.” Was that supposed to make him feel guilty? Please. Drake could asphyxiate if he wanted. As far as Damian was concerned, that was only fair.
But he was trying to be more considerate. He really was— that was what led him to the laundry room.
He stumbled in on a Sunday afternoon, looking for his favorite hoodie. It usually reappeared in his drawer a few hours after he left it in the basket— Pennyworth probably had something to do with that— but today his drawers were empty. Maybe it’s in the dryer, Damian thought, and he wandered downstairs to check.
He’d never been in the laundry room before. It was small, tucked away by the kitchen, filled with stacks of clothing and gloriously warm. Damian sighed in relief as he placed his numb hands against the dryer— it was almost better than a heater.
His sweatshirt wasn’t in the piles of clean clothing, and when he checked the washer, it was sitting in a sodden heap at the bottom. That was just his luck, wasn’t it? He needed it now.
Damian stuck his head out the door and yelled toward the kitchen. “Pennyworth?” Nothing happened. Alfred was probably in the cave, which meant he wouldn’t be up again any time soon. Damian might have to wait for hours.
Or… He could always switch the load himself. Damian glanced at the dryer— it didn’t look difficult to operate. All he had to do was push a couple of buttons, right? He’d be fine.
Damian pulled open the dryer door and piled the clean clothes on it’s lid. After that, he couldn’t help himself— he flopped face-first into the heap of warm fabric. Perfect. He fished out one of his father’s sweatshirts and pulled it on, even though it fell past his knees and the sleeves were twice as long as his arms. He felt so much better now— warm and comfortable in his stolen jacket. Maybe Father would let him keep it.
The machines were simple, it turned out, and Damian didn’t have any trouble working them. Folding the clean clothes was harder— was there some kind of secret butler trick for that? No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t make the even rectangles that Pennyworth always managed. He struggled with his pile for ages, intent on mastering the skill.
And that’s where Alfred found him— perched on the dryer and sorting through socks, wearing a sweatshirt six sizes too big.