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Practicing making empires on Minecraft. Ofc I love doing it in survival but practice on creative never hurt anyone 🙂✨

I might change the blue to a red but I can't decide. If it does turn red it's for techno lol.

Should I? Also recommendations on any builds I should add or any ideas for the empire? Lore maybe? lmao

The Shadow Detective

— Short Story | 1864 words

Trigger warning: murder/killing/murder, blood

Note: This was a vtuber lore that I drafted last year and I reconstructed it on the spot so there may still be plot holes here and there, and turned it into a random short story, but I hope you guys enjoy reading this!

In a world full of crime and deception, a shadow detective lurked in every city and every case that was the most difficult to solve was done by them. How do they get the cases? Simple. They hack every police department's files without the cybercrime department noticing. No one knew who they were; citizens weren't sure if the detective was a female or a male, young or old, tall or short, but that didn't matter to the detective as long as they had their work recognized rather than their appearance. Some people envied them, of course. Someone almost tried to doxx the detective, but the detective was quick and clever enough to escape.

The detective eventually became bored with the same routine. Same pattern of cases, no thrill. Not until they got involved in an intriguing serial killer case where almost all the most wanted criminals in the country are killed every other day. The detective thought it was a twisted game. Why the most wanted? Did the suspect want to show off? They would have the main lead, solving each case involved, and then all of a sudden one or two cases would ruin the pattern. Each case tested their patience, at the same time, it was making them excited.

The detective continued solving the case. From one piece of evidence to another. More citizens started to theorize who the detective was. Government officials start hunting the shadow detective. The leaders of the country have also become curious. No one believed there would be another Sherlock Holmes in the country until the shadow detective made a move. Detectives theorized that the shadow detective would show up at each crime scene where the criminals got killed, but the shadow detective was too clever, and their equipment was too advanced. They would be in very convincing disguises and hacking systems with each identity.

In one case, the shadow detective was almost caught by the authorities. Someone had seen the shadow detective unmasked, but they escaped. The detective's problems kept stacking up — a blurry face with different kinds of clothing was posted everywhere. Each poster, each digital screen. New Sherlock Holmes finally revealed?

A text was sent to the detective. Someone knew their identity. The letter reads — Welcome to the final problem, your criminal world. It would be a thrill to have the infamous shadow detective solve it. It was confusing at first, but then the detective realized when they found a bloody knife and packs of drugs on the floor. There were also unknown molded masks and information in their archive. They thought someone had found them and helped them. The cases were done not by another person but by another subconscious. Each picture of a criminal or a normal-looking citizen was all for naught when they found out the killing was done by the detective's alternate self.

It was the last thing they expected because it sounded ludicrous. They thought that what happened to their family had made them feel numb, but they didn't expect the trauma to turn into another being inside of them. Another text followed — You look tense, shadow detective. It has been a long time since you were like that. Would you welcome me? — the detective looked around, their face twitching and holding the knife firmly. A man came down from the second floor of the apartment, wearing a fitted black suit and emphasizing his physique. "Ah. My dearest sibling, you don't need to be so intense. I won't hurt you — or at least, I think I do." The man leans on a wall with his arms crossed and looks at the wall of evidence the detective made. The detective's hands start to shake, and their lips tremble. The man looked at them and laughed, "I suppose you still remember me–"

"You were dead."

"Emphasize the 'were'. I rose from the dead, but don't worry—" The man knocked on his chest "I'm real and not haunting you." The man approached the detective, and they glared at the man. "Stay where you are. I know why you're here." The man stopped and looked amused. "Really? Pray tell."

"Y-You're here for revenge. You wouldn't know where I am if it's not that." The detective seethed with a slight tremble to their breath. Stunned by the response, the man laughs uncontrollably. "Ha~ revenge. You're a real jokester, my dear sibling. No, I already forgave you after that day. I have a case for you. That's why I'm here." Approaching the detective, he picks up a black folder under a pile of files. The detective wondered how they did not notice the folder there but made their focus on the man walking near them. "While you haven't arrested — or should I say can't arrest — the main culprit of your fun serial killer case, read this." The man hands out the folder, and the detective slowly takes it. When the detective opens it, they see their families' pictures and old home.

"Remember them? Of course, you do. You wouldn't be quivering so much if you didn't."

"Why?"

"Why did I give you this case?" The man scoffs, "I believe you missed a spot in that house, and I want you to go back and clean."

"Why are you doing this?!"

"You believed I'm a good brother until the end, do you?" His smile disappeared, and looked at the detective with a sharp stare "I was. Me being a coward and good had cost their lives. It had cost our sanities. We were at a deep disadvantage in the situation. That's why I left. Fortunately, someone found me before the last minute after you tried to murder me. I want us to have our last field trip, clean the place, and say goodbye to our loving family. That's all." The detective widened their eyes and dropped the knife. Smiling, the man picked up the knife and gave it to the detective. "Good. Now you remember."

On a train, the detective looked down and wore a disguise, preventing their hands from shaking. The man is wearing a formal suit and daintily sits near the window — appreciating the view with a smile. Arriving at the last station, the man looked at the detective over his shoulder "Once you say goodbye to that person, I'll begin to help you in what you do. Even if I was not the person you thought I was, I'll try and pretend to be the good brother you deserved. I can be your alibi if you want to." The detective looked at him as he walked into the station. They were confused because they thought the brother despised every fiber of their being. How can someone like them still be forgiven after everything that's happened?

The siblings walked through the gate and saw a multitude of plants wilted, had there been no one to take care of them after a decade. The house was secluded, and behind it was an eerie forest. The detective's hands began to quiver uncontrollably, but a hand held it firmly and gently. He lets go after the shaking stops, and both enter the house. "Let's go to the crime scene." Both walked to the rooftop — small dried spots of blood were seen all over the floor, and the weapon lay in the hidden compartment where it was left.

"Wow, this place takes me back." The brother looked at his sibling with a dazed look and smiled "It's truly a wonder how you knew where I dropped our mother and father, brother dear. Care to tell me why you want us to come back here?"

"Just wanted to chat with you. After all, it's been 6 years since you attempted to kill me out of rage and 11 years since you murdered them." The sibling chortled, (Note: sibling = the detective), "I suppose you're right, but you're bringing up the trauma and anger I hid all those years. Do you want me to kill you again?"

"You're not being nice to your brother. I miss those moments when you feel happy every time I dote on you."

"That was before you left this house, you sucker. You became one of my targets that day."

"Bring them back."

"Who? Your parents?"

"Them."

"Oh, them? They're in fear in a corner, so I had to step out." The alternate grinned menacingly, and the brother remained nonchalant. "What do you want from them? To say farewell and give respect to your parents? Please. I doubt that's what you're planning." The sibling tiptoed to see their brother's eyes with intimidation and smiled "You want them to get rid of me, don't you? That's what you meant by 'missing a spot'?" The sibling laughed and walked to the hidden compartment where the weapon was hidden — it was a gun with a single bullet. "Let's see who 'cleans' this place first. You win — I can leave even if my precious detective still wants to play my games. I win — kill yourself with this gun and drop." The sibling then slid the gun between them. The brother scoffed "Deal."

Both siblings fight for their life. The brother carefully watched the siblings move every time they had a case so he knew how they fought. With training and physical therapy, his physique became so much stronger. The sibling knew each vital part of the person, but the brother was quick to dodge the attacks. The fight lasted for hours, and both movements grew slower.

With both of them down, the alternate was screaming and fighting with herself — saying 'Don't come out!' or 'Stay in the back! You're safe there!' — until it all went quiet. The brother was quietly watching, and with the alternate temporarily gone, the detective came back and cried. "Brother, help me. I'm sorry I let them out. I didn't know they had been doing awful things while I was unconscious. I'll keep them restrained for a while just tell me how to get rid of them." Eyes desperately pleading, hands trembling, disheveled hair, and blood, saliva, and sweat on the floor. The brother sits up while groaning in pain and looks at his sibling, "Kill them in your mind. They're your demon that's been haunting you for years. I know our parents did horrible things to us, but they're gone now, and learn to forgive them. Clean your consciousness and leave all the dirt in this place."

———

3 months passed after the detective embraced the shadows of their past. The detective continues to solve cases and hide. Eventually, the officials gave up looking for the shadow detective as they were doing them good with the amount of unsolved cases solved.

The brother helps her with the work. The detective grew stronger and more clever. They were given a new perspective, a new life purpose, a new experience of complete euphoria and independence. The detective was happy to be seen for their good work and not the crimes the alternative did, and they'll keep on going to solve cases to provide the people who are weak and taken advantage of the justice they deserve.

The Fallen star

Genshin Impact/Honkai star rail fan fiction

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Prologue

A girl stepped cautiously from the portal, foreign clothing covering most of her body. She looked around, her eyes locking on one set individual.  

He had a black outfit, set aside for a few spots of navy blues and lavenders. He had the blondest hair she’d ever seen, and blue eyes that had a striking star in the middle of the pupil.  

Somehow, she knew that she’d better stay silent; so, she did. 

Two men strode up to her and muttered something inaudible to her, then attempted to grab either of her arms. She backed away in fear, as one would if a stranger tried the same feat. 

Before she could stop anything from happening, someone from behind her grabbed her face with a cloth, and she blacked out from lack of air. 

That was the last outlander to ever step foot in Khan’riah. 

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Yea I know, it’s really short; but idc. I just wanted you guys to get a preview of the fic. I’m also really bad at beautifing things online, so bear w/ me..

Byeeee;) luv y’all!!!

What am I doing with my life (I think as I eat an entire plate of potatoes wedges and watch a deep dive on goldfish cracker lore)

Before revealing who will get the ask blog- I just remembered to talk about the Bloodlines from Ceylon’s Introduction post! So, I may start making a series of posts detailing about the Teenage Assassins!

Teenage Assassins - Bloodlines

In the organization of Teenage Assassins (also known as the OTA or OoTA), they are separated and classified based of their bloodline- meaning which family the teenage assassin is from. Each Bloodline is most likely wealthy, or known within their area for something (ex: One bloodline in witch town is known for magical performances). As a sneak peak - here are the main 5 bloodlines that may be mentioned in other OTA-related stuff:

The Exousía Bloodline (Dwelling: Witch Town)

The Sirni Bloodline (Dwelling: Mermaid Lagoon)

The Drakoi Bloodline (Dwelling: Near Luxury Simurgh)

The Vix Bloodline (Dwelling: Near Docks/Pirate Bazaar )

The Eterniti Bloodline (Dwelling: Unknown)

These 5 Bloodlines will be mentioned in more introduction posts soon, but these 5 may have secret lore- family secrets- and many other things! So be on the lookout!

More dystopian fiction lore just for funsies (and I'm sorry for the inaccuracies and not-very-knowledgeable Geography stuff and continuity issues. This is just me having fun with fiction so do with it as you will as long as you credit me for it hahahahaha yes I know I'm an amateur but I'm just expanding this lore for funsies)

Cordelia was actually a perfect clone of Past-Cordelia. Present-Cordelia is actually Cordelia II. Cordelia I (the original from the Surface) was genetically engineered in a lab on the Surface, so the first Cordelia also didn't have parents. She was literally created to be a child soldier. This leads Cordelia II to feel like she has no identity at all ("I mean, none of us in the Colony ever had an identity of our own to begin with," she recalls.)

When the very first Colonists dug Underground, they used their advanced technologies to push back the magma so there would be more space Underground to build their Colony. This led to the Core overheating, which could possibly cause it to explode, so they quickly had to construct some tunnels leading away from the Core to certain parts of the Surface. This led to lava leaks on the Surface in those areas, creating more volcanoes and volcanic eruptions in the process.

This led to the Surface becoming more dangerous than it already was. Jasper still feels bitter towards the Underground for having endangered his home and his family. When the Colonists had started pushing back the magma, it led to the Surface getting colder, with occasional startling bouts of lava spurts. Therefore, the temperature on the Surface became more unstable than it already was.

World's tiniest update. c:

Oof had to fix my blog cuz it looked weird and I didn't even notice. orz But on the plus side, I made some small changes to Blue's backstory, so we now have her siblings and friends' names in said backstory! :D Plus I re-wrote some of it since I had been half-asleep when I first wrote it, so hopefully, it's more understandable now. Hopefully. owo'

You can read her backstory here.

A flash waring on the last photo!

Hello! Again! Here are some sketches of my character! (Oc)

The short version of this character is basically being the last version of themselves.

Hope you enjoy my sketches!

Credit it shared

He needs mandatory nap time atp go back to kindergarten Azul 😔

Bro you are told that you are stuck in a sleep like state forever and the first thing you are worried about is your BUSINESS??

Send him to asleep

just talked about genshin lore for three hours with my friend holy fuck

its so interesting though and theres so many theories and stuff i could continue to talk abt it for hours ˙ᵕ˙

currently falling down the Honkai Impact 3rd lore rabbit hole and its SOOO GOODD

trying to connect all the hyv games together ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Octo Types

So I noticed a few distinct different types of octoling in splatoon's lore and gameplay, and I thought would share my ideas about them with y’all. Here we go!

Type 1

These are the Octolings that you see in story mode. Their distinct features include:

Identical hair colour and outfits, basically clones

All female

Ink and Octo forms do not reflect hair.

Type 2

These Octolings are the playable ones. They have a much softer demeanour than Type 1, and have more variation.

Their entire tentacles change colour with their ink.

Their eyes appear very timid, but also calculating.

Their Octo forms reflect their ink and tentacle colour.

Type 3

Only two examples of this type exist, Marina Ida and Dedf1sh/Ahato. They have the most variation between individuals. The distinctive features present include:

Compentency with DJ equipment

Coloured fingertips

Tipped hair. In the case of marina, these tips change depending on her team colours.

What does this mean, anyway?

It could mean nothing, but the differences are so acute that it's unlikely to be meaningless. It could indicate different species, or a type of caste system (I.e. Type 3 work as Idols/remixers, Type 1 work as common soldiers).

Thanks for reading!

- Pasta

Carcinisation - or, why invasive species suck.

Phenotype Hr-0017, or, as it is more commonly known, the Chain Crab, is a large hyperpredator that eats just about everything it can fit down its gob. What does not is torn into smaller chunks for consumption by their pincers. Mature specimens can reach the size of a small bus, and they’re efficient burrowers at all stages of life.

As far as the invasive species of the collection designated as "Horde" go, it's a problem in a big, heavily armored package with a well-protected nervous chord under a heavy carapace. New specimens born from stranded Horde individuals do not bear the Denominator parasite, yet survive without complications, which suggests that the specie's assimilation was recent, and the original bioform relatively untouched. They reproduce quickly through parthogenesis, making infestations painfully difficult to get rid of.

Comissioned P.R.O. dispatches are a common method for handling said infestations, as their experience with Horde parasites lends them some expertise in the matter.

stop stealing other people's ideas. that's not cool. no need to reply to this, won't read it.

Okay so, since this is the same shmuck sending the latter message, I'm just gonna' roll with it. The message itself is profoundly immature, and you definitely should own up to your habit of pestering people for doing something that hardly hurts anyone rather than being a chicken.

But it does kind of adress the elephant in the room that I probably should adress at some point in time. So, I'm actually going to talk about it : yes, Krigg's design is heavily based on a pre-existing thing. I'm not technically hiding it, even if I should overtly mention it, despite not really seeing the point.

Anyone with a smidge of knowledge about grungy cartoons from the Invader Zim era can quickly put the pieces together as for what's the big inspiration behind her design. I'm not claiming to have started the design trend for her. She did start her life as a fan-character for that show, but eventually moved past that stage as the original universe didn't quite fit. She kind of outgrew her original setting, as it were, so I decided to go and give her a new one.

And fan characters themselves are not stealing ideas as it were. A lot of people choose to use face claims from various shows to represent their own characters. They're absolutely not stealing either.

I did try my best to give her a couple extra defining features to lean away from the show's design, like sharpening her teeth and getting rid of the ol' PAK, but you can only do so much when you start from the basic shape of "Little green alien with big buggy eyes and antennae". It's going to look like something from Invader zim no matter what you put on top.

So, I decided not to care. If Krigg's going to become something of her own, it'll be through character work. Which might take a while, but I'm not, absolutely not, going to apologize for her design, or think I'm doing something wrong through it.

What she's saying : I'm a grown ass, self-sufficient BADASS that can shoot a bitch and fly a ship and the world is my oyster! I can do what I want, go where I want, and nobody is going to be telling me how to live my life! SUCK IT, MURPHY'S LAW! I am not playing your game of misery!

What she's not saying : The ways the life I left behind has deeply hurt me bubbles to the surface. I don't want to look at the cracks in my mind, or to admit they are there. I have burned all my bridges, and I am all that I have left. It's sink or swim from then on.

Please don't leave me behind. I need want to help. Don't hurt them me anymore.

I am lost scared alone.

Phenotype Hr-0001, Horde Denominator Parasite.

There are very few recorded cases of living species reaching the required level of advancement to become spacefaring without the development of individual sapience as is most commonly understood. The numerous species of void Krakens populating the vast reaches of the cosmis are the most well known ones, as well as their less gargantuan cousins, but there is another case study that people often times point to. One that is as feared as it is hated by the few worlds that have had the misfortune of coming into contact with it.

The Horde is the collective name used to refer to a population of diverse species infected with what is referred to as the Denominator Parasite. In itself, the parasite is not a particularly harmful creature. It’s a hive-based life form that mainly communicates through the use of highly specialized organs that emit and recieve radio waves, which is in itself something of a biological oddity.

Individual parasites are not sapient, and have relatively low central intelligence, but they do have a large library of instinctual behaviors that are displayed in response to certain stimulus. Those behaviors are relayed through the network of living parasites in a given area in what could be likened to a biological form of internet, which in turn creates much more complex behaviors on the scale of a colony. In that sense, the Horde Denominator Parasites are a true hive mind.

Issues arise when you consider that they are, in fact, parasites. Denominator parasite populations generally survive, and thrive, through the use of specialized host species that live alongside the parasites in the colonies. Parasites can live without hosts, but they’re not able to do so for long. The hosts are puppeteered by the many dorsal tendrils of the parasite, which sink into the central nervous system of said host, and thus assume a specific role within the colony dictated by their body of choice.

The assimilation of new host species is a tedious process - none of the parasites are able to simply hop on a new creature and control them right out of the gate. There are occasionnal attempts, but none are stable, or quite beneficial to the parasites. It involves a long biological arms race between host and parasite, where the parasite will slowly adapt to and modify the genetic makeup of their host, until they’re finally able to gain a new mode of transportation, and likely, a new combat form. How long ago a host specie was assimilated by the Horde can be roughly estimated from how much it has drifted from its original state, with advanced stages of assimilation being physically unable to live without the parasite.

The Denominator parasite is a specie that is incredibly ancient. It has likely roamed the cosmos on the wings of infected carrier titans degenerated from ancient leviathans since long before most other species took to the stars. They’re a very real threat to fledgeling civillizations, as colonies simply advance through the galaxy, eating or assimilating everything in their path. They cannot be bargained with, reasoned with, or convinced to stop their march forward by anything other than overwhelming force, and even then, chances are that total destruction is the only acceptable outcome.

But even then, the plucky little upstarts of the universe have resolved not to go down without a fight. If one has the ressources and the time to do so, they’re usually well-adviced to contact the P.R.O for assistance on the matter. If they’re lucky enough, they might come out of it with their planet still intact.

“what happened to you made you stronger” 

i was a child. i didn’t need to be strong i needed to be safe

Krigg is the kind of person that will vehemently fight people over being called cute - she’s not cute, she’s killed more things than you ever did by just being alive, she’s NOT something you can coo over and not listen to. Having to prove you’re more than your height and your appearance of being harmless is exhausting, and it’s a daily struggle to strike fear into the hearts of her ennemies, and get some actual respect for herself.

A good way to know that she’s comfortable in your presence is if she doesn’t actually bother fighting you over it. She doesn’t necessarily agree, but she tolerates it. Yeah, sure, I’m cute. You’re lucky I’ve got nothing left to prove to you.

For the world is so very large

And I am so very small

There are so many voices like mine

That only I

Can speak for anymore

Lest I forever be silent