Tyranid Hive Ships are the massive Bio-ships that form the heart of the Hive fleets, acting as nodes for the Hive Mind to direct the swarm around them and serving as starborne factories that churn out the endless Tyranid swarms.
Rumors abound regarding Hive Ships. Some believe that though most swarms have multiple Hive Ships, there is still just one ship that maintains a central control of the entire swarm, allowing it to coordinate its fleet’s assault, though this can not be confirmed. There are also unsubstantiated reports of indescribably huge Hive Ships that arrive in the final stages of a world’s consumption, which would explain how the Hive Fleets can consume the vast quantities of material represented by a planet’s life, air, and oceans. Whatever the truth, the Hive Ships that have been observed tend to share some similarities, despite their otherwise significant physical variety. Stone-like armor plating and densely-clustered weapon growths are common among Hive Ships, and though slow and ungainly, a Hive Ship is almost invariably akin to a Battleship in the magnitude of the threat it poses on the battlefield.
There’s ways to incorporate magic into everything in your life. It took me like a while to realize I should maybe make a post about this cause I do this almost every single day (unless I’m craving something savory in the morning). The key to this is preparing and in the preparation is magic!!
“At that moment they heard from behind them a loud noise—a great cracking, deafening noise as if a giant had broken a giant’s plate…. The Stone Table was broken into two pieces by a great crack that ran down it from end to end; and there was no Aslan.
"Who’s done it?” cried Susan. “What does it mean? Is it more magic?”
“Yes!” said a great voice from behind their backs. “It is more magic.” They looked round. There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
“Oh, Aslan!” cried both the children, staring up at him, almost as much frightened as they were glad….
“But what does it all mean?” asked Susan when they were somewhat calmer.
“It means,” said Aslan, “that though the Witch knew the Deep Magic, there is a magic deeper still which she did not know. Her knowledge goes back only to the dawn of time. But if she could have looked a little further back, into the stillness and the darkness before Time dawned, she would have read there a different incantation. She would have known that when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor’s stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backward.” ~The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe, C.S. Lewis
[Throne of Glass] [Elide x Lorcan] [W.I.P.] Chapter Word Count: 2849 words
Summary: Set after Empire of Storms, Elide Lochan and Lorcan Salvaterre are traveling with Rowan and Gavriel in search of Queen Aelin. Will Elide ever be able to forgive Lorcan for betraying her and her Queen? Where will they go next?
Part I: The Search - Chs. 1-8 Part II: The Journey - Chs. 9-??? Part III: The Mission
While she had been asleep, Lorcan had quickly chopped
down some firewood and hunted down four rabbits. After they reached the cave,
he began skinning and skewering the rabbits to roast over the fire pit. Elide untied
her packs and rolled out her sleeping mat. Night had fallen, and innumerable
stars flecked the sky. She immediately found the Lord of the North, the stag of
Terrasen, shining bright so that she could always find her way home… The smell
of the roasting rabbits wafted to her nose, reminding her that she was ravenous.
Lorcan almost laughed when he handed Elide the stone
plate with a perfectly roasted rabbit. Her eyes were like dinner plates as she
stared fixedly at the meat, waiting impatiently for it to cool enough to eat.
Elide devoured both of her rabbits unashamedly. She
licked the juice from her fingers and sighed, sated and content. Lorcan was
watching her from across the fire. As night fell a cool breeze picked up, a
direct contrast to the beating sun earlier, and Elide was sitting right by the
cave’s entrance. She shivered.
“Come to this side,” Lorcan suggested, his
expression unreadable. He was sitting towards the back of the cave. Elide
cocked her head at him, but complied wordlessly.
Oh, it was warmer
on this side! She let the delicious warmth of the fire lick her toes for a
moment, and then she hugged her knees to her chest. They sat there silently for
a few moments as the firewood crackled and creatures of the night rustled and
She was thinking about earlier, about when she had
been meditating… She still wondered what compelled him to go on this
near-suicidal mission with her. It feels
like… that time Lorcan stole the barge and we set forth for Eyllwe together…
Elide pursed her lips and blew air from her nostrils.
So much had happened since then.
Lorcan was thinking about her damned lips again, about
that time they were painted blood-red when she was dressed up as a
fortune-teller. Gods, everything about this nearly-human woman was so
distracting, he would make sure to take his time learning and appreciating every,
“Did you ever have a mate?” Elide asked unexpectedly,
refusing to look at his face. Her cheeks flushed as she inspected her toes
Lorcan snapped to attention, replaying her question in
“Where did that come from?” His growl was defensive.
Once again, she had caught him off-guard. He couldn’t forget that those soft
lips hid a razor-sharp tongue. Lorcan tried not to let his mind wander back
into the gutter as he trained his gaze on her.
“I- I was just wondering,” she replied
softly, her voice barely a whisper. Lorcan wasn’t sure, but he thought he heard
a faint longing in her voice.
No one had asked him about a mate in a long, long
while… And if she had asked him that question a couple of months ago, he would
have snorted and simply answered, “No.” It wouldn’t have been a topic
up for discussion.
But now… He had thought it was possible, once,
lifetimes ago… Gods, when was the last time her name had even floated into his
With an answer set Miko opens the stone doors, allowing Yuuka and Seiga to enter first as she sinks back. “You know the plan, if I appear too soon she’ll be on to me.” With that the hermit wraps her cape, blinking and vanishing before the two as the doors set in place to reveal the inside.
Inside the roots and twisting greenery is replaced by another sight, what feels like stone plated floors and a vibrant blue sky above. Standing in the oddly open space are the two puppets, Meiling and Nobunaga. Behind them what appears to be stone steps can be seen but at this time its unsure if its all an illusion.
There would hardly be a brief of respite from the moment the stone door came to a rest, the puppeted Meiling knowing just exactly who walked into this room. Someone who’s power even sent chills through a puppet’s bones, while on the other hand the puppeted Oda almost raged at the sight of the pretzel haired hermit.
Dashing from her starting pointed Meiling aimed for Yuuka with her entire controlled being, hands smashing into Yuuka only to find her momentum used against her, grabbed and removed vi a gap to their own private arena.
Meiling would find herself crash landing into another forest feeling area, but its roots and air gave off a clear feeling. It wasn’t the forest they were in before, it was out of the spider’s control…and into another’s.
*Y/N is a runner and is stuck in the maze overnight, and Newt (who has had a secret crush on her for a while now) is broken and regrets never telling her how he feels.*
You ran out into the maze like any other day, turning back one last time before whispering a “see you later” to the Glade. It was something small and silly you did every single day, just something that was a promise to the Glade and all the boys that you would make it back everyday in one piece. It’s worked everyday so far, although you had almost been trapped one time. Ever since that day, Newt had been trying to convince you to become a Gardener instead so that he could keep an eye on you. But you couldn’t ignore the attraction you felt towards the Maze, or the adrenaline of running through it everyday, mapping it and trying to figure out how it all worked. Your eyes met Newt’s and his eyebrows were furrowed in worry but you smiled at him reassuringly and waved before sprinting into the Maze, another day of work ahead of you.
You were a little tired today, which was strange because you got your usual amount of sleep and had a nice breakfast (thanks to Frypan). You pushed yourself hard, knowing that every Runner had their part and was required to map as much as possible. You looked at your watch and started heading back to the Glade, but your foot got caught on a vine and you fell, the vine ripping into your ankle. Your time was running out, so you panicked and tried to untangle the vine, only making it worse. You heard the gust of wind and fell into a state of major anxiety. Your breathing was sporadic, your chest heaving and fingers hot from the rush of blood. You finally untangled the vine and ran with every ounce of energy in you despite the burning pain rippling through your whole leg. You turned right, ready to sprint to the end but just as you turned, all that was left was a sliver of light and the last thing you saw was a blond head of hair.
“Newt!” you screamed before stopping your feet. There was no use in running anymore, you wouldn’t make it. You needed to save your energy if you wanted to even survive an hour in the dark Maze. You were determined to survive, you promised the Glade and the boys. And Newt.
*In the Glade*
Newt stood there, Minho, Gally, Alby, and Thomas standing behind him.
“She screamed my name.” he said and stared at the stone wall now separating him from the most important person in his life.
“Y/N knows what she’s doing, she can do it.” Minho said with confidence, but when Newt looked at him, there was hesitation and concern in his eyes.
“Newt, come on. It’s over.” Gally said and Newt walked over, a wave of anger washing over him.
“She’s the most important person in the Glade, Gally! She shucking changed all of our lives. She came here, the only girl and made things better for us, and you want to stand there and tell me it’s over?!” his throat was swelling from the anger and he clenched his fists, wanting to punch Gally for his ignorance.
“Newt, stay calm. Y/N made things better here, you’re right, so she’s smart enough to survive out there. She’s the smartest one out of all of us shanks.” Thomas said but there was air surrounding the Glade, and everyone knew that they would probably never see Y/N again.
*In the Maze*
You breathed hard as you climbed the vines on one of the walls closest to the exit. You knew the Grievers would find you but it would buy you some time. You tied 2 vines around your waist, double checking them, your mind filled with everyone back at the Glade. Thomas was probably convincing himself and everyone else that you were okay, Gally was probably spitting out a bunch of klunk about how you won’t make it, Minho was probably quiet, praying you would make it, and Newt, Newt was probably sitting right outside the stone wall waiting. He was always worried about you, and you hated the idea of causing him stress.
Then, you heard it. The whirring of the machine-like monster. You held your breath when you saw it coming into view. You knew it saw you, but it wouldn’t move. As if it was challenging you to make the first move. You stared at it, preparing yourself for what you were about to do. You moved your body as far up the wall as you could before swinging down. You thrust your legs in front of you, ready to fight fire with fire. The Griever charged towards you, and you knew that you were signing your death wish.
*In the Glade*
“Newt.” Minho walked over to the stone wall carrying a plate of food. Newt was sitting on the ground, arms wrapped around his legs loosely, staring. He had been like that for hours. Minho sat down next to him and offered him the plate but Newt didn’t even flinch.
“I should’ve told her, Minho.” he said quietly and hated himself for thinking about his feelings for her rather than whether she would make it or not.
“Told her what?” Minho asked before putting the plate down.
“That I love her.” Newt said and felt selfish.
“She already knows, you dumb shank.” Minho said and Newt finally shifted his head to look at the Keeper of Runners.
“What do you mean?” he asked and Minho shook his head laughing.
“She knows you’re in love with her, you klunk-head. Everyone knows. That’s why no one ever does anything. We respect that, man.” Minho said and stared at the stone wall. “You’re always worried about her and you know what she does everyday before she goes into the Maze? She thinks no one knows but she says ‘see you later’ to promise the Glade that she’s coming back. She whispers it to promise YOU. She says that, then smiles and waves to you. Newt, you’re the reason Y/N comes back everyday.”
Newt could barely keep his head up, the exhaustion and worry lacing every breath and every shift of his body. He was still there, sitting, waiting for the walls to open. Another 17 minutes and the walls would open. Minho was sleeping on the ground, refusing to let Newt wait alone, but soon falling asleep after the workout of running all day.
Newt was about to close his eyes when he heard the stone crunch of the walls starting to slowly open. He snapped his head up and stood right at the split in the wall. He tapped his foot impatiently and was wringing his hands.
“Hey.” he heard Minho’s voice and turned to look at him.
“You know you’re not allowed to go in there, no matter what.” he said and Newt nodded, wondering how he was going to control himself. He had thought about all the options and possible scenarios. The walls were now completely open, and there was no sign of Y/N. All the Gladers were now surrounding Newt and Minho.
“She’s coming.” Newt said, his voice shaking. “She has to. She promised.” he said and felt an arm wrap around his shoulders. Thomas was now next to him, giving him a sympathetic look, as if saying that it was time to move on; if Y/N wasn’t here now, there was no way she was coming back.
“Newt, we have to get to work.” he heard Alby say and Newt shook his head.
“I was a Runner before, I know the skill required. She can do it.” he said but no one said anything reassuring back.
The other Gladers started walking away, including Minho.
He looked at the Maze one last time before turning away.
“Newt…?” he heard a soft voice and a slight echo. He turned and there she was, the only Glader that could make his heart jump the way it did.
“Newt.” she said again and started jogging towards the entrance. Minho and Thomas were now jogging towards the Maze, but Newt sprinted, his limp obvious in his run.
“Newt!” Minho warned but Newt didn’t care. He ran with whatever energy was left in him straight into the Maze, grabbing Y/N and hugging her so tightly he was afraid she would break.
“You’re back.” he said and pulled away, looking at your dirty face and tired eyes.
“Just for you.” you joked with a weak smile and Newt couldn’t help himself anymore, his lips were on your’s, your lips moving in sync. You were tired and your ankle burned and your leg was tingling from the pain but you wouldn’t let go of him, no matter what.
You woke up in a bed in the Medjack hut, Newt sitting next to your bed. Your ankle was wrapped and elevated.
“Is it true? That you promise me you’ll come back everyday?” Newt asked and you blushed, your energy slowly coming back.
“Maybe.” you said and smiled at him. You were in love with this British boy and there was no way you could have died out there.
“How did you do it?” he asked and you just smiled.
“That doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I didn’t leave you here with these dumb shanks.” you said and Newt leaned in again, closing the gap between you two.
Lee U-Fan, Relatum (Kankeikô), 1969. Formerly Phenomenon and Perception B (Genshô to chikaku B). Stone and glass plate. 30 cm x 180 cm x 240 cm. Detail view at Developments in Contemporary Art, Kyoto National Museum of Modern Art, August 19 — September 23, 1969.