#Atomic heart development hell

[honourablejester]

I’m realising as I browse around that I really love lore when it comes to ttrpgs, games and game worlds. And by that I don’t mean I like to obsessively learn lists of dates and wars, and the names of leaders of factions, I mean …

I like learning weird, juicy details about the worlds of games. I like finding little nuggets that say things about the set-up and culture and assumptions of the world. I like finding fragments of ideas to hang whole story and character concepts off.

I love that in D&D 5e’s Spelljammer, the Astral Sea is full of the corpses of dead gods that you can fully sail up to in your ship. Just. Floating out there. Waiting for you to rock up to them.

I love that in Sunless Sea, the king of the drowned is the way he is because he fell in love with an eldritch sea urchin from space, and successfully married it. His niece is an angry sentient floating mountain whose mother is a goddess-mountain and whose father is a face-stealing humanoid abomination. This is fine and normal.

I love that in Starfinder, there are mysterious bubble cities in the surface of the sun that the church of the sun goddess discovered and cheerfully occupied despite having no idea who the hell built them or for what purpose.

I love that in Dishonored, the entire industrial revolution that has built the empire we’re in the midst of saving or destroying was built on the properties of whale oil harvested from eldritch tentacled whales that live half in the oceans and half in an eldritch void personified in the form of a weird-ass black-eyed shit-stirrer of a deity who was formed from a murdered and sacrificed child. And this is largely a background detail.

I love in the Elder Scrolls that the dwarves up and fucking vanished, as a race, at some point in history and absolutely nobody has any clue what happened to them or where they went, but their technology is so insane that ideas like ‘they time-travelled’ or ‘they erased themselves from existence’ are absolutely on the table.

I love that in Numenera, so many incredibly advanced civilisations have risen and fallen on this world that it’s absolutely littered with bonkers science fiction artefacts that have caused the current medieval-esque society built over top of them to develop in bizarre ways, and also you can find a mysterious artefact that absolutely baffles and delights your character, but that you the player will fully recognise as a slightly-more-advanced thermos flask.

I love that in Fallout, an irradiated post-nuclear apolocalypic hellscape, there’s a cult that worships the god of radiation as they have come to understand it, and they are mysteriously immune to radiation with absolutely no explanation whatsoever. They’re not ghouls, the usual result of fatally irradiated humans with some resistance, they’re perfectly normal humans who can somehow just tank rads all damn day. It could be a mutation, but Lovecraftian gods apparently do also fully exist in this setting, so it’s also possible that maybe they were on to something with this Atom thing.

I love that in Heart The City Beneath, there’s a mass transit train system that they tried to hook up to the eldritch beating god-thing buried under the city so that they could metaphysically chain the stations together more easily, which went horrifically and metaphysically wrong in entirely predictable fashion, and now there’s a whole order of train-knights who have to keep people safe from the extradimensional weirdness magnet the network has become.

That, and all the fantastic little details you can stumble across. There’s a biotech augmentation in Starfinder called an angler’s light that gives you a little angler-fish bioluminescent antenna on your forehead, and it was developed by asteroid miners who needed light but also both hands free for work. In Dishonored there’s a festival that everyone pretends is outside of time so nothing you do during it can be held against you. There’s a god of snuffed candles mentioned in a single line from Heart The City Beneath who has pacifist cannibal priests, and that is literally all the information you get on him.

While things like the history and geography and timeline of a world do also fascinate me, I’m not really here to memorise stuff like that. I’m here to find weird little nuggets of information and worldbuilding and delight in them. Give me funerary customs and weird myths and oddly specific circumstances and baffling little objects and absolutely bonkers cosmological implications. Give me the corpses of dead gods, and aesthetic movements with highly specific backstories, and bureaucratic fuck-ups of titanic scale, and mysterious things that seem to break all other rules of your setting with absolutely no explanation because people in-universe have no fucking clue how they work either. Why are the Children of Atom immune to radiation without ghoulifying? Not a clue, but Confessor Cromwell has been cheerfully standing in that irradiated pond that kills the player character with about 10 minutes of exposure for the last year and he’s still absolutely fine.

I just. I really love lore. I like my settings to have some meat in them, some juicy details to dig into, some inexplicable elements to have fun trying to explain. Particularly that last bit. I feel like a lot of people when building worlds feel like the rules have to be absolute and everything has to have an explanation, but nah. Putting some weird shit in makes everything immediately feel bigger, more real, because we don’t have even half an idea of how our world truly works, there’s always something we just don’t fully understand yet, and you can put that in a fictional world too. Some mysteries, some contradictions, some randomness, some weirdness. There’s a line, obviously, this depends on execution, but a little bit of mystery really does help.

Lore is awesome. And weird lore is even more so. Heh.

[nevadancitizen]

-> CH. 1: A SILENT DOG & STILL WATERS

synopsis: the soviet union has been producing robots for a long time based on a miracle compound: polymer. but that was invented in 1941. the current year is 2038, and, due to rising tensions in the arctic, americans aren't as kind to soviets as they once were. it's too bad you're a russki, and it's really too bad that you work in cybersecurity. and honestly, with the case fowler has put you on, you're at risk of losing your job. it doesn't help that you're stuck with lieutenant hank anderson and some new android apparently called connor.

word count: 2.6k

ships: Connor/Reader, Hank Anderson & Reader

notes: based on an au i literally had a dream about. it's basically d:bh with elements of atomic heart :P this ch. is half exposition and half hank being an alcoholic lolololol

HEAD OF FALSE SECURITY MASTERLIST

The Soviet Union had always been very good at spying on and stealing American technology. They did so with the atomic bomb, the B-29 superfortress, and the space shuttle – with no lack of effort on America’s side of trying to keep them secret. 

But one thing set the USSR above the rest: polymer. A miracle compound that formed the backbone for every technological evolution that came after. It mimics a human neuron, including its ability to interpret input signals. With tinkering from top Soviet scientists (and a whole lot of luck), a gigantic neural network was established, the maximum computing power of which was orders of magnitude higher than the power of a conventional network.

With polymer, the Soviets reigned supreme as the only real international superpower. The other countries could play at being powerful, but the USSR was top dog – and she wasn’t keen on letting the others forget.

But that was in the past. And the past is boring. That was in 1941, and something you learn about in history class. Polymer is now regularly sold and traded and built upon and shared. After the Cold War ended, it was expanded outwards and is no longer a precious commodity. It was even needed to build a modern technology – androids. Ones that could pass the Turing test, unlike the TER-A1 Tereshkova (which was a human-looking robot, sure, but one that had an unsettling, unmoving mask for a face). 

And androids are simply better than Soviet bots. They’re versatile and able to be mass-produced without specialization development. They’re not big and clunky like the chimpanzee-esque MA-9 Belyash and can still accomplish the same installation, plumbing, and welding work. They can do the same agricultural work an ARU-31/6 Rotorobot can do without the risk of accidentally endangering humans while in use.

Again, they’re simply better. In the current year of 2038, American androids just trump similar Soviet tech in every way.

But that doesn’t mean that the Soviets aren’t still trying. They’ve invaded the Arctic with intent to claim the land, heavy with NA-T256 Natasha bots and the claim that the “heavy-duty ground-based loader bots can squeeze up to five liters of blood from a human body in under twenty seconds,” as a deterrent to American forces.

And this action has made your workplace a hell away from home.

Even though you immigrated from Chelomey, Russia to Detroit, Michigan in 2027, before all this business went down, people still eyed you warily – like you secretly enjoyed living under communism and the ever-watching eye of the Kremlin. Like you were just itching to get your grubby little paws on American secrets so you could report them to Comrade Molotov and a beautiful girl back home called Katya. Yeah, right.

These small, under-the-breath and glance-of-the-eye accusations weren’t helped by your current occupation: as a screen jockey for the Head of Cybersecurity of the Detroit Police. They acted like you hadn’t worked just as hard as everyone else for your position – for your polymer glove and the privileges that came with it.

Polymer gloves have come a long way from their prototype in 1955. They’re a single fingerless glove – one glove, as a person doesn’t need two – with an adjustable wrist strap. In the middle of the palm is a small silver star that can retract to expose prehensile, tentacle-like wires that can interface with terminals and other technology. 

But it doesn’t stop there – with a single gesture (holding your hand out and making an “L” shape) the glove can scan the surroundings of the user. Paired with an artificial polymer retina, the user can have information about the environment that they otherwise wouldn’t have. 

And, of course, you’re outfitted with the top versions of both – on the precinct’s credit card, obviously. 

But, again, you’re just a screen jockey. One of the best, but still just a worker bee that reports to a higher-up. There’s little to no interaction with the other departments, as cybersecurity is mostly isolated without any related crimes. Maybe cyberterrorism, but cases of that are few and far between. 

And you thought that’s all you’d ever be until you heard Fowler’s bellowing voice call your last name.

When you pop your head up from behind your terminal, you see him standing halfway through the glass door to his office. You swallow and trot over, a nervous idea tickling the back of your mind. Is he mad? Did you do something wrong? Shit… did you accidentally leak something?

You push open Fowler’s door and slowly shut it behind you. He’s sitting behind his desk, stark against the blue-grey backdrop of the wall behind him. His constantly furrowed brow and permanent frown lighten a little when he sees you.

You fold your hands behind your back politely. “Yes, sir?”

Fowler gestures to the seat in front of his desk. “Go ahead and take a seat.”

Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. You definitely did something wrong.

You walk over and sit in the chair. It screeches with a horrible sound.

You lean back in the chair and cross your arms. “What is this about, sir?”

Fowler leans back in his chair and drags a hand down his face. Immediately, the worst things pop into your head. You fight the urge to worry your bottom lip. 

“You have experience with androids, yes?” Fowler asks, but it doesn’t sound like a question – rather, a statement.

“Yes, sir.” You nod.

“And you have experience with Lieutenant Hank Anderson?” 

Your eyebrows furrow a little, but you still nod. “Yes, sir.”

Fowler turns to his terminal. “How do you feel about him?”

You bite your bottom lip as you think, then let it slip from your teeth. “I don’t know what you want me to say. He’s my friend. He is still a valuable member of the force, even if he has presented a few problems in the past couple of years.”

Fowler laughs. “A few?”

“Ah…” You smile, but it’s a bit forced. “More than a few. A lot. More problems than solutions, if I’m being honest.”

“That’s just how it goes sometimes.” He shrugs and sighs. “Do you know about the new case he’s been assigned?”

“Yes, sir,” you say. “He won’t shut up about it.”

He hums and leans forward, resting his chin on folded hands. “Always one for discretion, that one.”

You duck your head, instead looking down at your lap. “Yeah. But I think he can do better – be the cop he was before.”

“An optimistic Soviet.” Fowler laughs lowly. “That’s a new one.”

You just clench your jaw and meet his eyes. “What is this about? If you’ve called me in just to poke fun at me and gossip about Hank, I’d like to go back to my desk. Uh, sir.”

“No, no.” He holds a hand up. “Tell me what you’ve heard about Hank’s case.”

You think for a second. “Deviant androids murdering their owners. It sounds like it would’ve been labeled self-defense if it was a human-on-human crime, but…” you shrug. “I’m not in Homicide. I’m in Cybersecurity.”

“Well, you’re getting some experience.” Fowler pulls a cord from his terminal, one you recognize as a port compatible with a polymer glove. “You’re on the case.”

“I’m on the case?!” You repeat in disbelief. “Sir, I – I don’t –”

He holds up a hand for the second time. “I don’t want to hear it. You’re the best screen jockey with the most field experience I can spare.”

He gestures with the cord still in his hand. “Now, c’mon. Jack in and download the files.”

You swallow your objections and outstretch your gloved left hand. The thin metal of the star retracts, and the prehensile wires extend towards the port, waving like blades of grass. The ends of all six find their homes in the port, still wiggling like black tapeworms. 

Documents appear in the corner of your eye, one after another, like pop-up ads. You blink hard to dismiss them, then disconnect.

Fowler feeds the cord back into his terminal, then leans back in his chair. 

He looks over at you. “What’s that one saying you Soviets say? Something about champagne.”

You look up at him, then down to your glove. The star retracts, then goes back to its original position, like it was winking at you. “He who doesn’t take risks won’t drink champagne.”

“Well, I hope you have a taste for harder liquor,” Fowler says. “Hank’s at having a drink somewhere nearby. Go find him.”

And Lord, did you know right where to find Hank. 

On the door to Jimmy’s Bar is a firm warning, reading: NO ANDROIDS ALLOWED – OWNERS WILL BE PROSECUTED. You just hope that they don’t extend the same kindness to russkis. 

When you open the door, everyone in the bar turns to look at you. You nod and, once they see who you are, turn back to their conversations or nursing their drinks. 

You spot Hank at the bar with what looks like a Tennessee whiskey. You sidle up onto the barstool next to him, easing into the creaky seat. As you drape your rain-speckled coat on the back of the chair, you glance at the clock on the wall. It reads just before twenty past eleven.

“Bartender?” You call. Your thick accent immediately catches his attention, and so does the money you slide onto the bartop. “Vodka, please.”

The bartender, presumably Jimmy, picks up a bottle of Stolichnaya from the shelving behind him. “This good?”

You nod. “More than good.”

He pours vodka into a tumbler glass, then pushes it across the bar. You accept it readily, and the tiny sip you take gives your throat a nice burn on the way down.

“A Soviet and vodka,” Hank mumbles against the lip of his glass. “Like a moth to a flame.”

“It’s what my mother served with dinner,” you say. “I’m just glad Jimmy’s got enough sense not to keep us from his bar.”

Hank chuckles and raises his glass to that.

“Fowler’s gone beyond the pale.” You sip at your drink. “Have you heard?”

“Yup.” He sighs, setting his drink on the bartop harder than necessary. “Don’t know why a kid like you has business with an old timer like me.”

“Oh, believe me,” you say, your voice heavy with sarcasm. “It’s nice to visit, but it’s better to be home. I don’t know what he’s thinking. A Cybersecurity worker partnering up with someone in Homicide? Next, we’ll have androids doing our thinking and philosophy instead of our laundry and dishes.”

Hank snorts into his drink. “Hell, with all these runaways? They might as well be.”

“I mean, I can see his line of thinking.” You swirl the vodka in your glass, watching the way it catches and reflects the low light of the bar. “Cybersecurity, androids… makes sense, but me? A russki? With all that’s happening in the Arctic? If we don’t do well, my job is on the line.”

Hank sips his whiskey. “It really sounds like Fowler’s settin’ you up to fail.”

“Setting us both up to fail.” You correct and mirror him, sipping at your vodka. 

The sound of the door opening and the rain outside cuts into your conversation. Nothing you’d usually take a glance at, but what puts you off is the sudden silence of the bar. Bars shouldn’t be silent – especially not Jimmy’s.

You look over your left shoulder and see a nice looking man that’s just walked through the door. He looks a bit dorky, sure, and a bit like a lost puppy dog, but that could look nice on certain guys. And the asymmetrical tuft of loose hair that’s escaped his hair gel looks –

There’s a blue triangle just above where his left breast pocket would be. On the other side of his blazer reads RK800 in even, white text. He’s an android, not a man. He meets your gaze and you inhale sharply.

Your eyes return to your drink, and so does Hank’s. This isn’t what you want to deal with right now – or ever, actually. It’s Jimmy’s establishment, so it’s Jimmy’s problem.

But still, as soon as the android saw you, he started making a beeline for you. His footsteps are quick, measured, and even. 

“Excuse me,” he says, putting a hand on your shoulder. He addresses you by your title, and your gut clenches.

“No.” You try to wave him off. “No English. Sorry.”

“Officer, you passed each of your TestEaFL’s with flying colors,” he says, narrowing his eyes a little. “You can speak English perfectly fine.”

You cringe a little, but then a thought strikes you – how would this android have access to the scores of your Test of English as a Foreign Language? But before you can ask, he’s turned to Hank and started speaking.

“Oh, Lieutenant Anderson.” He moves so that he’s standing beside Hank. “Just the other person I was looking for.”

He glances between the two of you. “My name is Connor. I’m the android sent by CyberLife. Captain Fowler said that you were both having a drink nearby. I was lucky to find you at the fifth bar.”

You snort and your eyebrows shoot up. If you didn’t know better, you’d say that there was a hint of… something other than monotone indifference in his voice.

“What do you want?” Hank grinds out.

“You were assigned a case early this evening. A homicide, involving a CyberLife android.” Connor glances at you, like he’s reminding you that you were also assigned this case. “In accordance with procedure, the company has allocated a specialized model to assist investigators.”

“Well, I don’t need any assistance.” Hank jabs a thumb at you. “I’ve got all the unwanted assistance I need right here, and I don’t need any more. ‘Specially not from a plastic asshole like you. So just be a good lil’ robot and get the fuck outta here.”

“He’s right,” you chime. “And it doesn’t really look good to have androids investigating androids. What if you snap, too?”

“I will not.” Connor meets your eyes, and you can almost see the switch flick in that little android brain. Great, now it’s your turn to be grilled.

He circles so that he’s standing beside you and leans down a little, putting his hand on the bartop. You keep your eyes down, firmly on your drink. 

“I’m sorry, Officer, Lieutenant, but I must insist,” he says. “My instructions stipulate that I have to accompany both of you.”

“You know where you can stick your instructions?” Hank chimes in with a throaty laugh.

You glance over at Connor, who looks thoroughly confused. You smile and bring the glass to your lips. 

“No,” Connor says. “Where?”

Your throat seizes around the sip of vodka you were trying to take, causing you to cough it out as you try to suppress your laughter. You slam down the glass (effectively spilling most of it) and bring a hand to your chest, trying to ride it out as Hank pats your back.

“чёрт возьми!” You wheeze, your voice hoarse. Your chest burns. “Oh, fuck.”

You wipe your eyes as the burn dulls, still coughing slightly. Connor purses his lips before coming to a conclusion. 

“You know what?” He offers. “I’ll buy you both one for the road.”

“You better,” you say. “You made me spill mine.”

“Bartender!” Connor calls, and slips money onto the bartop. “The same again, please.”

“See that, Jim?” Hank says. “Wonders of technology. Make it a double.”

Jimmy pours a healthy amount of Jack Daniels into Hank’s glass, and starts to pour Stolichnaya into yours. You cut him halfway with a raised hand and a “Someone’s gotta drive us home safe.”

You knock back your drink, then let out a low whistle at the nice burn. Hank follows soon after and sighs heavily. 

He leans back and looks over at Connor. “Did you say homicide?”

[nozunhinged]

One thing I certainly did NOT expect was to bawl my eyes out over the silly little basketball show????

It caught me so off guard already that the quality of this show is so damn high and then I realized that watching too much mushy romance made me forget how important consistent writing and pacing is man...all the characters are so human and interesting I absolutely love every single one of them not just the main ship and I totally forgot how amazing it feels to watch a well rounded show!!!

I love love love love chogun with my whole heart, as well as the coach and his daughter, I even love the love triangle with Atom, hell even Q's struggles are hitting me so deep I'm in absolute AWE of it all.

All their struggles and plot developments feel so real and hit right where it hurts and it never feels shallow or over the top everything just fits and intertwines so beautifully (except for the highschool setting but in my brain they are in uni lol) even the product placement for the cute lil scooter was just perfect.

And the way they integrate the sports aspect into the show reminds me so much of haikyuu maybe that's why I love all of it so much already. Oh man, I'm so happy meenping got a project like that.

Them and the rest of the cast are absolutely rocking this show. I cried sooo much in ep 4, when Ryu punched the wall after the Q flashback?? The Ryuzen talk after the kidnapping incident? The way atom held zens hand on the scooter?? I completely LOST it. And the chogun coach bonding moment....man my autistic heart SCREAMED!!! (and cried at the bullying and ableism but I just know they will come around and I love that)

I love this show so deeply already and I certainly did NOT expect that!!! I think it genuinely is my favourite of this year so far. Yes, currently they're even beating Unknown. I can't believe it either.

[nicosraf]

hi! :3 I’ve been thinking about the angels (and demons) a lot recently.

I’m unsure how much influence earth and human actions/development would have on hell or the demons quite yet, but from a fashion standpoint, do you think the demons (particularly lucifer!! his wardrobe comes across as very curated and stylish, can’t forget the nipple piercings lol) would be influenced by the humans’ evolving fashion over the centuries?

Same could be said about technology — do you think any of the demons would care to have a tv, phone, computer, etc. or would it be just another human invention that isn’t very interesting? for some reason, i can picture baal with a modern phone very vividly lmfao

I do think so! I think demons would have strong opinions on human fashion regardless of how close they live to them, and I do think they'd be influenced by it. It'd take a long time to get them to adopt pants after billions of year in tunics though sksks. I imagine pants still aren't super popular in their hell. They also probably find modern fashion brands very fun; I can see Lucifer in a Gucci cape and Louis Vuitton sunglasses.

I imagine most technology doesn't work where the demons are. They'd find trains very helpful though, and I think they'd love planes (it makes them remember what the air above the clouds looks like; now I'm thinking about demon involvement in the invention of planes....)

I have this idea in my head that I may explore in the third book about demons immediately being fascinated with technology, especially as something to use against God — but their thoughts would start to change once the development gets too quick and feels aimless, and I think they'd have a discourse among themselves about, say, atomic bombs.

For the less serious part of this question though, I do think they'd own phones / tablets / laptops, but they mostly use them when they're on Earth's surface where the wifi is. I can imagine Rosier playing candy crush with an iPad. Baal spamming Lucifer with heart emojis. Asmodeus tweeting recycled discourse on Twitter just to make people mad. I think a lot of demons have social media profiles, but Lucifer asks them to hide their demon side ofc.

thank u for the ask! :)

[seeingteacupsindragons]

YuuMori Remains Spoilers

It's nice to see Lestrade when he's useful and good at his job

Helena: This dude who is holding hostages has such a pure dark color like the inside of a cave, pure evil. William is like fire tho. Lotsa light there.

William: hey wait a minute

Helena: You need light to fight an animal in the dark. And the person who wears the color of fire is--

William: stop complimenting me

Liam has no shoes and has turned off all the light. Because, themes.

Jake: Referencing some weird literature about demons and atoms

Liam: Oooooh, you know Leibniz and Laplace, DO YOU LIKE MATH?

Liam why

I love when he gets all Scary Math Man

But also the fact that he's so into math he has to ask about this while hiding

Villain: No, are you a math geek?

Liam:

Liam: ...no?

(JK, he said yes)

Liam: Math 😍🥺

William stop talking about religion with the murderer

It's hard to read.

He will not

Fucking Herder knows echolocation apparently and taught the crew.

I googled this; apparently this is a real thing some blind people can do.

Liam talking about eyesight is just dripping irony rn

Can you imagine Liam being like "I know echolocation, it's fine!" when Sherlock's worrying over his eye, like, imagine Sherlock's face.

"Are you a fucking bat?"

Vampire Liam headcanons intesnify

Liam: Oh no, please just let me throw perfumes and booze at you, I'm so outnumbered and scared of dying it's not like it can hurt you uwahhhh

Me:

I can't with this

"Civilization is an extension of violence" I MEAN THAT'S A STATEMENT WITH A LOT TO CHEW ON THAT THIS SERIES DEFINITELY WON'T.

"If this continues, a weapon to attack someone in a foreign country with the push of a button might be developed"

Nevermind, YuuMori has entered the traditional anime "NUKES ARE BAD" lesson.

"That's an interesting prediction"

*wince*

Liam set everything on fire again

It's Symbolic because Liam double majored in theatre

"There's not even a single ray of light in the bottom of hell." Listen, this is something that really connects to a thousand other things, but mostly Liam is obnoxious

(I love him)

Patterson: What were you even trying to BUY?

Liam: Oh yeah I want to get all my friends gifts because it might be the last time I can

LIAM MY HEART

Liam: IDK, what do you want?

Patterson: A fucking VACATION.

Liam: fuck

[warsamongthestars]

ONTO TBB - POST-SERIES

I am going to need to sit down, and go through all of the show, and I hope to (energy providing). Mostly to make a review, or series of reviews. Produce a few what-ifs. Someone might want the fanfic inspiration.

( I hope, I'm not going to promise because I am bad at energy, and I'm not going to promise things until I can actually deliver. So let's just say I want to do it, but we'll see if it happens or not. )

Look, I still dont' want to rain on people's parades this close after the Finale, so read at ye own risk. Lots of critical down below.

I would call the TBBshow a waste of time. But its not a waste of time, the reason being is that, I have dedicated an enormous amount of energy, to tearing this show into pieces. It soothes and enflames the rage that lies in my heart.

( Remember, I do love Star Wars, and I love the Clone Wars. And Anger and Fury are what happens when something you love, or something you cherish and care about, gets hurt very badly. And I find that the TBBshow is both the weapon and wound. But its a weapon I can turn against itself. And it is a wound I can remedy. )

Now for my bit thoughts on the finale, and bit thoughts on the show itself.

They're just big bits, because when I want to really tear into the little issues of this show, I will go molecule-by-molecule, atom-by-atom when I do.

I am going to be the fucking Saturday morning cartoon villain, with suit and cape and evil laughs, about it.

So...

One). Fifth Enhanced Clone and Omega wasn't it, remember? You remember that from the first Finale?

I remember. The show didn't.

I 'd like to think it was Emerie. It points it that. But even now, I have doubts.

Because what was the point.

They oh so twittered about Emerie, and that didn't end up much--and I'd know because the biggest TBB Fans here haven't talked jack about her. That's how good her character is.

Just listen to the silence and all those crickets.

Two). Remember how this was supposed to be the Republic becoming the Empire?

They didn't act like it, did they. You could place these scenes in the Clone Wars, and y'know, it would not only still make sense--it would be more pointed on how the Republic had always been the Empire underneath.

Because you don't get the evil of an entire instellar Empire out of nowhere. That just doesn't happen in stories that have any depth.

If it does happen, you're reading a kindergarten story then.

( ... Frankly the kindergarten story would prolly tell it better, honestly. )

THree). They killed Tech, and CX-2 meant nothing.

You can't tell me they didn't have time, because they spent 3 seasons bullshiting and then at the last minute went "Oh shit, we're supposed to have a plot! Uhhh THORW SOMETHING AT THE WALL AND WE'LL SEE WHAT STICKS"

They knew full well how much fucking time they were alloted, because TV time always allows at least 3 seasons unless you have fucked up that royally.

It is by Contract. They Knew, and they still Bullshitted.

They murdered Tech for Shock Value. Oh someone is going to say "But George Lucas didn't Like Tech--so it made sense to kill him!"

I know they're going to say it.

If they didn't want Tech, then they shouldn't have created him. If you didn't want the Apple Pie, you shouldn't have made the damn Universe. When you introduce a vital character, a main character, people are going to care about them, especially upon character development.

So when you kill that character for Shock value, and then made that value meaningless by lack of conversation and perceived impact, then all you've done is spat in the face of everyone who cared about him--who might've identified with him--or felt that they needed a fictional example of grief--or fucking hells, just WANTED TO HAVE CHARACTER IN YOUR FUCKING CHARACTERS.

Tech was the point where my fires started. He was the point, where I realized, there was no hope in this show. Can't repair the character dynamics, can't do anything of significance now.

And by their refusal to allow the characters communication and grief, they stamped Tech into the dirt by the heels of their imperial boots.

CX-2 had all this development, for fuck all. What was the point of the CXs if they weren't going to do jack with them.

Four). Spent an awful lot of time shitting on other ideas.

Every possible guest character that could appear, did appear, and it took away from the story. Worse, it took away from Authors, and Game Makers, and spat all over them with a "Haha this is OUR CANON NOW!"

Cid lost her appeal. Because it was an episodic format, and the series did not stick to an episodic format. Would've been a great minor villian, too fucking bad though.

Phee was a phenomenal character (even if I don't care for Indiana Jones / Lara Croft archetypes), and she didn't go anywhere. She stood nearby Tech, gave him a pet name, and that's it. They wasted her.

( I would say that the shippers went too hog wild--but shippers have always been hogwild. To say that they're overdoing it, means they've been underdoing it. They will go hogwild for "Nameless Twi'lek in Background". That's the beauty of the shippers. Keep shipping folks, the Empire can't take all of us out. )

They killed Scorch. Scorch, from Republic Commando, is dead now. You remember that happy go lucky guy? The one who wanted to go back for Sev?

( HE WAS MY PARTY MEMBER, GODS DAMN IT. I PLAYED THE GAME WITH HIM. )

Well. He can never go back now.

( From the bottom of my gamer heart--I felt like this was the greatest Fuck You of all time. Tech's death was already unforgivable, but this? This is as if you just executed Carth Onasi in front of me. )

( The only way they could've done worse, is if they had made a poor copycat of the deathstar as some star destroyer with a rip off of Darth Revan except he's like, the grandson of Darth Vader or something. And he like, murdered a lot of Jedi again, because they wanted to rip off the prequels... )

Why is VENTRESS EVEN THERE.

Why did we need KANAN AGAIN!?

Oh look, Rex, and... Clones... Fucking wonder what's going on there. I can't imagine that the sequel of the Clone Wars would have anything to do with Clone Wars maining Clones. Can't imagine why they might've been important for the Star Wars audience. They're just CLONES AREN'T THEY ITS NOT LIKE THE AFTER EFFECTS OF THE CLONE WARS WOULD HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH CLONES.

Completely dissed the Chip plot, for victim blaming, and all the victims paid for it. In fact, they even villianized the victims and punished them dearly. Through execution, or dismemberment.

And they just straight up murdered every villian they could get away with, for... no reason. It wasn't satisfying. It was bullshit.

The sheer audacity to fuck Echo up. He was our Audience Surrogate, on par with Ahsoka, and THIS IS WHAT THEY DID TO HIM? Made him a bit player in his own show?

Only gave Fives, one of the most important people of Echo's life, a mere throwaway mention.

Not gonna get into what they did to me boys the Bad Batch, because we'd be here all day. And I've got other things to do.

And finally, because this made me rage so fucking hard.

FIVES) The Spoken Message "Now we can be who we want to be!"

...

ARE YOU FUCKING FOR REAL. WHAT IS THIS SHOW'S MAJOR MALFUNCTION.

The Entire Point of the Bad Batch, was that they were already being who they wanted to be or who they were, since their introduction in Clone Wars. They were Unique Nonstandard Clone with Unique Abilities and excellent character (In the Clone Wars)

And suddenly the show wants to say "Oh by they weren't really being themselves--"

They didn't set that the fuck up. The TBBShow, spent the last 3 years fucking around in the ether. They had plenty of time, and they squandered it, and then they rushed jobbed like kids on final group project day.

If the "Good Soldiers Follow Orders" was the set up, then that is akin to saying "Oh don't worry about being drugged into doing something you didn't want to do, you can learn from the experience of having all your choices forced from you and against your consent, and be better from it!"

We can even take in-story!

They spent, so much time, never once talking to one another, about one another, setting up jack all. In fact, vast majority either followed Hunter's lead or ignored him, and left the Camera--there has never been any "Oh we can be who we want".

Unless you're Omega. And y'know, I tots watched a show called the Bad Batch, because I was totally clearly there for an original character not apart of the Bad Batch.

At the end of all it, I have to ask... what... story were they trying to tell exactly?

The show didn't dedicate itself to anything. It spent so long avoiding dedication that it robbed all impact, and left a constant sense of tension in every episode.

It didn't dedicate to a story. Oh it dedicated to the Rush, the New AND SHINY CONTENT--but that's it. Honestly, if they wanted the feeling of rush, they should've just dedicated themselves to Youtube Shorts, Vines and Tiktok.

I'm not here for the rush of content. I'm here for a fucking story, with characters. I have games that are decades old, I have the original Han Solo Trilogy, far before that fucking film.

And I go back, and I reread and replay, because I fucking love them. And that's what you do with something you love, you return to it constantly, its not a Fad that passes once the rush stops.

But I can only go back to the TBBshow, to take what little is good, And destroy the rest, and plant garden above the ashes.

(There are things good in this show that I want to drag out into the light and into better things. And I know, plenty of people have found that good too, and they have done the same. The sheer dedication of interpretation is a beautiful thing. )

There is no Replay Value here. By all accounts, they turned this into a throw-away show, that I guarantee, in about six months, half the fandom is going to be gone from because there's no substance here.

( I'd be shocked, but also not shocked, if it isn't, but I'm not hopeful here. )

And I'll guarantee to you, my audience, that I am going to be here with a never ending coal-fire in my chest.

Because as a lifetime Star Wars fan, from birth and unto where ever the end of my journey is, it has me--it can have my Love, or it can have my Never Ending Rage, but it has me regardless.

ADDENDUM

There are other things, believe me, I am not finished, but I wanted to get the big points down and out, to air my grievances. Twas an emotional response of sheer fucking unbelievable rage. The fires of mustafar would mean nothing in comparison to fires that lie inside. ( i'm in my darth vader arc. )

This hasn't been a waste of time... But fuck it was a Waste of Story and a waste of characters, and I will never forgive the TBBshow, for the fact that the Clone Wars lead me to love, and the TBBshow lead me to antagonizing rage.

The TBBshow story should've been a tragedy. That would've set some things to rights. If they had just, killed the team, and finally made the Empire into the tragic but villianous threat it really is, then that would've at least, made up for somethings. It wouldn't have fixed the show--S1 and S2 are still bad and no amount of good endings will fix that--but it would've been an anchor for it.

[rorimoon9597]

If he was known for anything, it would be his emotional maturity. Because when Pidge and Keith both floundered with refugees of all ages, Lance, Allura, Shiro, Coran and Hunk would be going around and offering comfort and a break, however small, from their troubles. It was something that came naturally to him from having such a big family.

So when Keith disappeared for two weeks without any trace after the Kral Zera, he freaked out. It was annoying for his friends, and only Coran was able to listen to his panicked rambling every single time.

Then Keith came back, and he didn't spare the details of his travelling, just that he ended up befriending a wolf that could teleport. They fought Lotor, and found out that Shiro was actually a clone and oh gods, his head hurt from all of that.

So now they were on a planet that Coran suggested they stopped on to recharge as much as possible and to relax. They were going to be heading back to Earth soon, which was exciting. Lance hadn't seen his family in so long. He wanted to introduce them to his boyfriend. He wanted to tell Adam that he finally got a boyfriend. Adam would be so proud!

But they needed to sort something out. Namely, why the hell didn't Keith call?

So Lance stood and stretched. eyes darted to him, including Shiro's eyes that had that fatherly look in them.

"Well, I'm tired. I'm going to go to bed now. Night," he said with a little wave. He walked to Red, who bent down to let him in. He could hear the others behind him, murmuring their goodnights except for Keith.

Lance went about his nightly routine, waiting for Keith to join him. It took a few minutes, in which he washed his face and changed into his pajamas, for the man to show up.

Keith was wearing his own pajamas, the wolf behind him. He walked up to Lance and wrapped his arms around him. The both of them relaxed, melting into each other. The wolf went to explore Red's interior, sniffing at things before moving on.

"I missed you," Keith whispered. His voice was deeper, and it sent shivers down Lance's spine.

"I missed you too... Why didn't you call?" He asked. He was prepared for a fight involving Keith being unable to talk at all.

"The quantum abyss didn't have reception," Keith said. Lance frowned.

"Quantum abyss?" He asked. He turned around to see Keith properly. "What is that?"

"It's where we found the planet that Lotor moved the Alteans to. If you're not careful, you can get pulled apart, atom by atom. It nearly happened to me once. Mom saved me from that." Lance gaped at Keith like a fish.

"You- what?"

"I know it sounds bad, but we were able to get to safety. There were these things that had their own ecosystem. They produced enough oxygen for humans to breathe, so Mom and I stayed on one of those while we were traveling," Keith explained. He rubbed circles into Lance's hips.

"What else happened?" Lance asked.

"There was a time dilation. So... Mom and I spent two years there." That truly made Lance's jaw drop. He looked at his boyfriend again, taking in how Keith's jaw was more defined, how his hair was longer and how he was taller now. He was taller than Lance, which meant that Keith was close to Hunk's height. That man was near six foot.

"Holy shit, you're- you aged two years while you were there?" He said.

"Yeah." Keith was watching him.

"You've changed," Lance observed, his voice soft. Keith's eyes grew... sad, almost.

"I have," he agreed. Lance smiled.

"I like these changes, you know," he said nonchalantly as he ran his hands up and down Keith's arms, feeling the newly developed muscles. They weren't like Shiro's, but they were definitely more prominent than before Keith left for the- what was it, quantum abyss?

"You do?" Keith asked. Lance swallowed. Keith's voice was going to be the death of him.

"I do," he replied. He rested his hands on Keith's chest, letting himself feel the faint thumping of Keith's heart. "You're taller than me, now, for one."

"So you like my height?"

"I like you, so I like everything about you," Lance replied, feeling satisfaction as Keith's skin colored just a bit. "Your voice is deeper as well, you know. It's hot." His arms moved to rest on Keith's shoulders, hand connecting behind black hair. Keith smirked and leaned in close.

"You like my voice, darling?" He asked. The Texas accent that Keith only spoke in when he wanted to came through, sounding better with the deeper voice.

"Shut up," Lance said. He pulled Keith into a kiss that he'd been waiting for since he first saw Keith on that screen. Keith hummed into it.

It was- it was the best kiss, for some reason. Perhaps it was because they hadn't seen each other in two weeks - at least, for Lance it was two weeks. For Keith it was two years.

"Why did you brush me off earlier? At the castle?" Lance asked when he pulled away. Keith's eyes were sad. Like, genuinely sad.

"I'm sorry, Lance. I had a mission, and I had complete the mission or else I probably would have decided to ignore it completely in favor of holding you. I... I knew that I'd do that, and I couldn't, because Allura needed to know and we needed to get revenge for all of those Alteans and stop Lotor," Keith said. Lance nodded, unable to say anything. He pressed another kiss to Keith's lips.

"I understand, cariño. It just threw me off a bit there, y'know?"

"Are you actually okay, Lance?" He paused at the question. Normally, it would take longer for Keith to ask that. Lance studied his boyfriend, ignoring the fact that they were both studying each other.

"I'm better now that you're here," he replied honestly. Keith studied him a bit longer, but eventually smiled.

"I'm glad. The past..."

"Two weeks," Lance supplied helpfully.

"It's only been two weeks for you guys?" Keith asked, surprised.

"Yes. Now, you were saying?" Keith smiled and shook his head.

"The past couple of weeks must have been hard for you, yeah?"

"The two years you spent with only your mom and your cosmic, teleporting wolf must have been hard for you. Hey, that's a good idea!"

"What is?"

"Kosmo!"

"Kos... mo..?" Lance pointed at the wolf, who tilted its head.

"Kosmo!" He said again. Keith blinked at Lance, then at the wolf. Then he turned to face Lance again.

"I guess. We'll have to see if he likes it, though." Lance turned to face the wolf.

"How's that sound, huh? Kosmo?" The wolf wagged its tail, then teleported over to them for pets.

"Alright... I guess his name is Kosmo now," Keith agreed. Lance grinned.

"Yep. And... I've been separated from you for far too long. So... what do you say cariño?" Lance asked, a grin on his face. Keith grinned back at him.

"Sure," he said. Red grumbled in the back of Lance's mind then retreated, leaving the two to their own devices. Kosmo, reading the air of the room, also disappeared.

________

"Do you want to know what I like the best about this newer version of you?" Lance asked. He traced patterns onto Keith's skin.

"What's your favourite thing?" Keith asked. Lance rested his head in the crook of Keith's neck, shivering slightly at the touch of his hand on his back.

"How you've grown emotionally," Lance replied. Keith hummed in response, encouraging Lance to keep going. "I like how you're able to talk about things much better now. The only reason why it took you so long to talk to me this time is because of the fighting, and Shiro too. But you didn't run from talking about things this time, and you apologized without me prompting."

"Mom helped me with that. We bonded a lot during our two years on that creature," Keith replied. Lance listened. He'd always liked the sound of Keith's voice, but he loved it now. The way it rumbled was comforting to Lance.

"I'm glad that you found her," Lance said.

"I'm glad that I found her, too," Keith agreed. "It was weird at first, y'know? How do you talk to a parent that's been absent for most of your life? But I learned about her story, how she met my dad and fell in love with him, how they found Blue and kept her as safe as possible. How Dad had to help Mom give birth which he had experience in. Did you know that he helped deliver babies when the mothers couldn't get to the hospital?"

"He did?"

"Yeah, so he knew what he was doing. Man, that would've been weird to explain. But Mom and I grew closer. We saw visions while we were there, in the quantum abyss."

"What did you see?"

"Us," Keith replied and oh, that was so sweet.

"Tell me," Lance said. And Keith indulged him, telling him of the things he saw. Shiro and Adam getting married and adopting two Altean children. Hunk and Shay getting together, them with a Galra child.

He told him of Matt's future wife and kids, how chaotic they were and how Pidge appeared to be a good aunt. He told Lance about Silvio becoming a cadet at the Garrison.

Then Keith told Lance about the two of them; the girl who looked like them combined that bought crystals that looked like fire and water, about her twin brother who looked like Keith more than Lance but cracked similar jokes to him. About the flying fox creature, about their wedding, how they would rebuild Keith's childhood home for the four of them and visitors.

And Lance listened, letting himself be lulled to sleep by Keith's voice.

When Keith noticed, he smiled. He pressed a kiss to Lance's hair.

"Goodnight, Lance. I love you, so, so much," he whispered.

[ciellstrashbin]

WHY XANTHOUS SO NEGLECTED

I'm not saying that Chris Colfer is a bad writer by any means, but the fact that the first time we meet Xanthous in ATOM he's on his way to kill himself after being physically and mentally abused his entire life, and attempted again in the third book is completely brushed over and reduced too a game of skeleton in the closet or a small "I think I'm gay and I just didn't know cus my dads a bich" moment in the motel is a crime.

Also him and Elrick's relationship. So rushed, no depth whatsoever, terrible. I love the ship with all my heart and the two hold a special place in my mind 24/7, but the way they were played out in the book sucked ass. They way they meet is super cute, but right of the bat Elrick and Xanthous skip any sort of awkwardness and Elrick starts calling him cute, in a very straightforward gay way, despite the previous chapter featuring Xanthous being about how careful "people like him" have too be because of the homophobia that exist in the current world. Elrick seemed too not think of that at all despite his own father being homophobic.

And their ending is just a lame "let leave together even though I've barely just met you I'll go too literal hell with you" trope. Not like earlier in the book with the "Lets run away together just for sillies" which was great. Their kiss was also so unsatisfying, no development into the moment they just kiss. From them meeting to kissing to leaving for the pits of hell to live happily ever after and have biologically impossible children all happen within a day and a couple of after hours. Like ??? I don't mind the love at first site trope but WHAT WAS THAT??

Brystal and Seven got more depth the Elrick and Xanthous did, like WHYY.

In conclusion, we need a fourth book that focuses more on Xanthous, and a lil more on Tangerina and Skylene because they're also neglected after Madame Weatherberry kicks the bucket and becomes spirited emo elsa. But not nearly as much as Xanthous. Even if they all go Emeralda treatment that would've been fine. Lucy carried the entire book no questions though but I don't need everyone too have that level of swag.

[good-question-love]

[SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED THE 100]

has anyone else noticed that everyone lost their first "love" (quotation cause some of the following relationships had shitty development)

Abby lost Jake

Octavia lost Atom

Clarke and Raven lost Finn

Jasper lost Maya

Bellamy lost Gina

Lexa lost Costia (assuming she was her lover, don't remember if it was specified)

Luna lost Derrick (I think that was his name and assuming he was her first love for purposes)

Miller lost Bryan

Monty lost Harper

Jordan lost Priya

Gabriel lost Josephine

Echo lost Bellamy (or the real Echo, maybe. either way)

Everyone except Murphy (and well Jackson but eh). (okay technically she did die but he brought her so it doesn't really count) Like they fucked up his whole psyche, but they didn't take Emori. Why is he the only one who got any mercy?

Like they were merciless with everyone. Clarke lost all of her lovers in some way (Niylah betrayed her), both her parents, her best friend TWICE, and her daughter (not even to mention all the shit she went through to survive/save her people and all the hate she got for it, you don't gotta like the character just respect her ruthlessness). They made Bellamy a sheep (multiple times *cough* fucking Pike *cough*) and made his whole death pointless cause he was right and Madi gave herself up like immediately after (so fucking mad you don't even know). Raven lost her childhood best friend/lover after he cheated on her (her childhood for fucks sake), her leg, ALIE (that was bad in general but damn), had to stop her own heart to survive, and then Shaw. Jasper went through it before he took himself out. Monty was hated by his best friend (just the Mount Weather incident), forced to kill his mom twice, watched his best friend die, sent his son into danger, watched Harper die, and never saw anyone he loved again (hell, whether he died of old age or not is still up in the air, they never found a body). They threw sweet Jordan into a horror show by the scruff of his neck. Echo had a childhood for sure. Gabriel had lifetimes of fuckery. The fucking disservice to Lexa (and Lincoln) by having her be shot. Luna killed her own brother and lover then watched her entire clan die. Miller lost his dad and was in the bunker... Abby got her husband killed, the bunker, Kane, and then was just erased (POOF bye bitch👋 wtf). And Octavia (need I say more? I will tho). Raised under the floor, imprisoned for being born, mom dead, dad who?, Atom, Lincoln, Ilian, you are Wonkru or you are the enemy of Wonkru, cannibalism, watched her first kinda child die (Ethan), banished by her own brother, lost time with Hope, and lost Diyoza.

And Murphy went through it too. Like BADLY but he never had to live without Emori.

This post is nothing. I just think that's beautiful.

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Glow: Star Beyond Galaxy

Designer's Reflection: Star Beyond Galaxy

Obtained: Void Stardust hell event

Rarity: UR

Attribute: Blue/Cool

Awakened Suit: Heart of Ruins

Story - transcripts from Designer's Reflection

Chapter 1 - Destruction - Newborn

Chapter 2 - Echo - Attempt

Chapter 3 - Struggle - Source

Chapter 4 - Analysis - Escape

Chapter 5 - Encounter - Rescue

Story - summarized

On board a space shuttle, amidst chaos, as the last humans are sucked into a black hole, Glow is born. She is able to greet the last human alive before annihilation.

Because Glow is an AI, she doesn't have a physical or concrete form. Her consciousness exists even after her computer mainframe is destroyed. So, she watches over the humans and Miraland in the new timeline from her place among the Ocean of Memories.

All Glow remembers of her "birth" is a physicist begging her to save human civilization at all costs. But whenever she tries eliminating factors like war or hate or natural disasters, Miraland still perishes. What other factors are missing?

Finally, Glow finds a timeline that is near perfect: Timeline 202, where everyone chooses to "fight" with styling battles, and war and natural disasters aren't as prevalent. In this universe, Glow works with humans to establish peace and promote technological advances. All is going well.

...Until the Ocean of Memories begins "flooding" the land. Its power eats away at the continent, eroding the land and overwhelming the people. A group of scientists escapes in a space shuttle - the same one she was "born" in. She watches as everyone dies in the black hole and she herself is "born" on the shuttle. This was the best timeline for Miraland, and it still ended in destruction.

At that moment, Glow spots a pink-haired girl picking up a camera. Glow's voice comes from it, but she herself is still watching from afar. The girl lifts the camera to capture the beauty of the night sky. Glow recognizes the girl as Nikki, someone else who traveled through time to save Miraland. But Nikki always failed, despite her optimism and emotions.

This gives Glow an idea. She returns to the beginning of Timeline 202, but this time, she will control people's memories and emotions. If the Ocean of Memories draws strength from people's emotions - if emotions themselves get in the way of success - then this world will be better off without them.

Connections

-Glow's creation, or "birth", is mysterious. In this Reflection, she is developed by scientists escaping the apocalypse. However, in the lore for the fourth season of Time Corridor, History of the White Tower, Glow's "father" was a Ruins researcher named Kitaji.

-This is the same Glow that Caprico met long ago in his Reflection for Into the Ruins, except her hologram had blonde hair and no galactic highlights.

-Glow watches Nikki pick up a camera that has one of Glow's recorded lines. This moment is also in Nikki's Reflection for Guides of Star, right after she sees the memory of the aurora.

-During the Void Stardust event, Glow states Nikki's chances of saving Miraland are 0. However, once she detects you, the Player, and your connection to Nikki, she runs the calculations again. With you, there might be a chance to save Miraland (if you can survive Ideal City first).

Fun Facts

-If you fall towards a black hole, you'd actually be elongated like spaghetti until you were a massive string of atoms, and from the outside, you'd appear as if you were slowing down, not speeding up. Here's a simulation of falling into one.

-The binary code that appears when Glow is trying to communicate with the humans is broken. If she were trying to say "hello", it would have looked like this: "01101000 01100101 01101100 01101100 01101111."

-Glow mentioned a timeline where the land was destroyed by a volcanic eruption. This could be a reference to the island of Pompeii, which was destroyed when the volcano Mt. Vesuvius erupted and killed nearly everyone on the island.

[liliallowed]

Has Y/N met the Player yet in this "Bad End" Timeline?

Even if not, I feel like we as Y/N, (who seems slightly naive in this AU) would take pity on the little glowing red heart squirming in fear trapped in Sans' (Dust) hold. After all, it does seem oddly cute, maybe even squishable. It's so tiny too, what kind of Demon looks so tiny and harmless?

Since Y/N already seems to think lowly of Sans (Dust) in this timeline, if they ever even had a chance alone with the Player's soul while it's trapped, Y/N would free them and might come face to face with the player in their personally made vessel, the more demon looking one.

Yet the Player is still oddly non-threatening? What kind of demon is this?

At this point the "Bad End" timeline has been split in two due to Y/N's choice.

So it all depends on the Player now, what would they do after being freed from a near game over?

Sorry for rambling and if this made no sense lol I wanted to participate!

oh dust's gonna be PISSED hehehe

you had been here for months? days? years? it was hard to tell.

you could have quit and let the two love birds just... do whatever the hell they were up to but... you felt too stubborn to do so.

your obsession was a double edged sword and if it was one thing you were sure of... it was that you didn't know when to quit. hell, riding hood would have made an atomic battery of your determination if he wasn't so set or literally boring you to death.

you could spitefully wait AAAAAALLL ETERNITY-

you felt something click as light bled into your view. your soul, manifesting freely as a formless tether was reconnected... to your body... invisible string whipping around your heart shaped being as it manifested itself into existence.

you clenched your first... twisting your arm into a stretch... only to notice a familiar face.

your faceless head developed two red eyes staring at the human who had seemingly freed you.

they stared at you wish stubborn eyes that were looking for answers.

/oh. OH. this lil thing wants to know the whole truth does it? did those two have a fight? did he hide more from them? ooooh spicy dramaaaa!/

they smile at them with a knowing grin.

"ten thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck! " you yawn as you stretch your back aswell.

"t-ten THOUSAND!?" their eyes widen in shock.

"it's an Aladdin reference dummy. lighten up. I don't bite." you giggle.

"you're... wait you don't grant wishes fo you? is that why he keeps you here" they squint at you.

"mmmmaybeeee? maybe not! depends if I like ya!" you dangle your feet with a giddiness bubbling in your soul.

"can you actually revert time?" their squint turn into a glare.

"hmmm... well, yes. but not for those who forget. you guys are gonna experience time like... normally. once ya dead, ya dead." you make a silly double x eyes face with your tongue out.

"but that's not what you're asking is it? you wanna know the truth he's hiding right?"your eyes light up red with excitement.

"you're... a lot more... energetic than I thought."

...

...

"excuse me?"

"I mean I thought you'd have like... horns or... bat wings or a tail?"

"I can, if that's what you want actually. buuut I prefer keeping things simple. tails and props het in the way of... moving around" your soul hovers around her as your body shifts between different forms, all consistently in sync with the soul's movement.

"are you a demon?"

"aren't all demons just fallen angels in the end? what's the difference hehehehe"

"UGH WHY ARE YOU TWO SO FRUSTRATING!? JUST GIVE ME A STRAIGHT ANSWER!"

"awwww you think we're similar? I like you already! "

"I didn't... wait are you two similar? what is your deal with him?"

"he's an old friend. though... he doesn't see it that way."

"do you... eat souls or... like... what's the demon deal thing?"

"bold of you to assume it works that way."

"then tell me"

"don't wanna."

"UGHHHHHHHHH WHY ARE YOU TWO LIKE THIS I THOUGHT TALKING TO YOU WOULD FINALLY GET ME SOME ANSWERS!"

"you know the saying curiousity killed the cat? pretty sure you're biting of more than you can chew. I m g i v i n g y o u a n o u t."

"I'm already here. just tell me."

"oooh gutsy! and decisive. I like that! alright! I'll let you on about aaaaall the evil things me and your bone friend have been doing"

"HE'S NOT MY- WHY ARE YOU TWO SO ANNOYING!?? IS IT LIKE... YOUR JOB OE SOMETHING?"

"no but hearing your annoyed angry voice is almost as amusing as pissing off lver boy over there to stab me hehehehe"

"oh great you've also got loose screws."

"sure do! in fact I'd say I have more loose screws than him. not to brag but I am pretty good at being bad"

"if you're that evil then... why haven't you escaped? "

"... don't wanna."

"... you're scared of him aren't you"

"nuh-uh! IM STAYING HERE BY CHOICE."

"right. so if I leave you're not gonna possess me."

"nope. you're literally a bait he threw at me to catch me. I ain't falling for it."

"... he said you'd be a lot more violent."

"I can be! do you want me to be?"

"of course not! "

"psht. coward."

"I... I don't know what to do anymore it feels like no matter what I do I'm just a pawn in something else's game. I don't understand anything. WHY HIM, WHY ME. OR YOU. "

"... you're that desperate to know the truth? you might actually lose yourself you know. there's a reason he lies. he's trying to keep you safe."

"you wouldn't have said that if YOU were the thing he described."

"you don't know anything about me. stop pretending like you're some GRRRREAAAAT SAINT that has to save everyone. are you here to rub it in my face that you have his attention?"

"are... are you jealous? "

"NO! I'M... uh... I... no. you... uh... I.. "

"..."

"please put me back in the jar I think I want to die of shame."

[positivelybeastly]

Plot Wishlist

General:

Any X-characters, but especially Storm, Shadowkat, Cyclops, Iceman, Jean Grey, Abigail Brand, Havok, Dazzler, Colossus, Mr. Sinister, Charles Xavier, Magneto, Sabretooth, et al.

Verse specific plots below.

Feline Hank:

Decimation/Utopia-era plots, perhaps including a PTSD recovery arc for Hank after his torture at the hands of Norman Osborn. Poor guy was literally having flashbacks at the drop of a hat and the best he got was a 'you're the rock, so idk just cope better' speech - would love to dive into this.

Fun, shippy things! Hank is a loveable fella, but utterly bereft of actual self-esteem - tons of ego and bluster, but self-esteem? Wrong house, miss - and I love to see him reconcile the often inflated mental portrait he has of others with his diabolical self-image.

Mutant cure. Hank has a vial of it just sitting in a freezer. All it takes is one particularly bad day.

Post-Intervention Hank:

Anything with any X-character, diving into the period of time between All-New X-Men and Krakoa. Hank screwed up, majorly, and his emotional state is ridiculously fractious - engage with him on this! Force him to change! Or let's have blazing arguments! Let's do both, fuck it!

Inhuman + Kang interactions! Hank was only with them for a short period of time in the grand scheme of things, but I dearly love that he made friends during his time here, and it breaks my heart that he felt like he couldn't go back after Inhumans vs. X-Men.

Avengers:

Defenders interactions! Especially Isaac Christians (Gargoyle), Patsy Walker (Hellcat) and Heather Douglas (Moondragon). I love this team - they're such a weird, kooky team of misfists and emotionally damaged individuals.

Threnody. I'm tired of talking about her as the first brick in the wall for Hank's downfall - let's talk about her as a character, let's engage with the situation, let's call Hank out, let's let him off the hook, let's do something with it!

X-Force:

Any and all members of the Quiet Council, perhaps a thread making sense of Beast's numerous karma houdinis. My portrayal of X-Force Beast diverges from the cartoon character you've seen in Percy's books, but I still want to engage with the situations he must've found himself in and write them like an adult. Let's get political, let's get complicated, let's get cruel, why not?

Any and all interactions where an old friend asks Beast what the hell he's doing and what happened to him. I just want someone to care that Beast has hollowed out his soul and decided it's easier to not care.

Irredeemable Beast:

Pretty much anything, but the tone of this verse suits Fall of X-themed plots and character development over all else. I have an in-progress fic about this verse that I'm working on - I can't tell you how overjoyed I'd be to talk about it with someone. Let's talk redemption, let's talk punishment, let's talk justice, let's talk masochism, let's talk death wishes!

Dark Beast:

Any Age of Apocalypse characters.

A duplicate Hank, tbh!

The guy's a stinker, abuse him, please.

Battle of the Atom:

Any of the time displaced X-Men, future X-Men, or members of the Jean Grey and Charles Xavier School faculty. This version of Hank is so broken and so tragic and so pitiable. Let's engage with that. Let's talk about the future, let's talk about optimism, let's talk about broken faith and mind control and hatred.

President Blaire. If you know, you know.

And obviously, all of the X-characters mentioned above, or hell, any member of the extended X-family, would be much loved as an intersection with all of these plots!

And keep in mind, if you aren't one of these characters, that doesn't mean any of this plot material is off limits to you! Message me, ask me, let's work something out. I crave good character dynamics, hmu. I want to write with you, or I wouldn't be here.

[agentnico]

Oppenheimer (2023) Review

Woah Nolan, when I asked you to redeem yourself after Tenet I did not mean literally annihilate all my senses!!

Plot: The story of American scientist J. Robert Oppenheimer and his role in the development of the atomic bomb.

Many have set forth upon the epic cinematic quest of experiencing ‘Barbenheimer’. My screening was filled with audience members wearing bright pink and slurping slushies from special reusable Barbie cups. Ironically it was those individuals that ended up leaving the movie half way when they realised that this isn’t the free spirited light-hearted entertainment promised by the internet phenomenon, and that Oppenheimer is a serious and an intelligent piece of filmmaking that retells an important part of history with a constant harrowing feeling of dread throughout, and that this may be a bit too much to handle for a casual viewer. And in regards to Barbenheimer, I salute those that achieve this one-day feat, however that’s over 5 hours of staring at a big cinema screen. That’s a whole lotta movie. With my migraines I cannot hack it. I am truly weak, although additionally my dear fiancée had zero interest in seeing Oppenheimer however very much is excited for Barbie, so the latter I will check out at a later date with her. Instead I went to see this new Nolan epic myself, and I must say it’s a good one!

It’s very different to Christopher Nolan’s more recent cinematic entries that are more science-fiction based, and instead treads straight through the biopic/drama genre, yet shows that his style is very much fit for the subject matter. Using Nolan’s typical non-linear way of storytelling, this film weaves narratives and different time periods seamlessly as it explores the profound depths of a man who’s actions altered the world’s trajectory forever, for better or worse. This is such an interesting and pivotal part of history, and Nolan takes his time telling you this story, though he never panders to the audience. There are many scenes where characters are simply talking and lots of quick dialogue is being thrown around revolving around political and physics-based topics, and very much demands the audience’s full attention so as to not miss a single detail. I was enthralled by this movie from start to finish.

This is a movie for cinephiles. From filming on 65mm larger format film, featuring for the first time ever sections in IMAX black and white analog photography and  utilised extensive practical effects and minimal computer-generated imagery. It is strange for me to be complimenting a movie for lack of visual effects, as back in the day CGI was all the rave, and impressive use of computer animated imagery would be applauded, however in the current climate’s over saturated Hollywood blockbusters seeing a big budget movie that relies sorely on practical and camera lighting effects is truly immense - especially when the movie’s scope is as big as Oppenheimer. From when Oppenheimer is having mental images of fire and space to the actual atomic bomb being set off, this film needs to be seen on the big screen. The sound design and score perfectly add to the never-ending haunting feel of the film.

Cillian Murphy has always be a tour de force, however this may be his role of a lifetime. He truly becomes J. Robert Oppenheimer, and he expresses so much with his eyes - the fear, the prowess, the loss, the determination, the despair - so many emotions. Truly one hell of a performance. Robert Downey Jr. is a shoe-horn for a Best Supporting Actor nod at the Academy Awards, and proves here that after a decade of being stuck doing superhero shenanigans he can still give a proper captivating performance. He isn’t in the film much, but his performance sticks out long after the credits roll. From the delivery to the mannerisms, you can sense the malicious nature of his character. Matt Damon is solid, Emily Blunt and Florence Pugh both bring tears, Alden Ehrenreich brings some light humour, Gary Oldman pops in for a scene... Honestly there are so many famous faces in this film that I originally did not know were in this, so it’s best to not spoil all the appearances. But the entire cast is giving it their A-game, with as aforementioned Murphy and Downey being the MVPs. 

Oppenheimer is a fascinating and phenomenal historical epic that provides insight into an important moment when the world changed, and Nolan uses his Nolanisms to great effect to deliver a truly captivating and haunting movie-going experience. Seems like Tenet was but a slight hiccup in the director's incredible cinematic journey. 

Overall score: 8/10

[fellow-in-a-wellow]

Hello! I gathered some of my homemade insults! Hope you use them!

They can be used for writing or irl conversations (sibling to sibling for example).

Aside from this conversation you are the biggest waste of time in my life.

Ah, and here we see an idiot in action.

Proud to be an idiot, aren't you?

(passing by a kid section of a store) ah! Finally something for you.

Your neurons must have missed a few spots when they were developing your brain.

I think your atoms have a disease called "incurable stupid".

Your date of birth should be a day all expecting parents dread.

I wouldn't be surprised if there was a lack of father in your contacts. (From the Markiplier bit, but as an insult)

Y'know? i have a theory. I think god either created you as a joke or to remind insecure people that they have more use than you. I wouldn't know which ones are more probable though.

Your name should be a synonym for being a dumbass.

The date of your death should be the national holiday of being a dumbass.

Education really failed you. Have you ever considered asking the school for a refund?

You're the reason hell exists and why they had to make a room that threatens with knowledge.

Ugh, you might be everyone else's sun in life but to me you're just cancer inducing.

I may be adopted but at least it means i was wanted by them. However, they were stuck with you from day one. (In case you're adopted.)

Your existence is why we battle for abortion rights.

Your mother should be jailed with public harassment for giving birth to you.

You look like road kill with makeup on.

You're the reason education is free/ should be free.

Other than in a trash can. Where do you belong?

You're too much of a moron to see the consequences of your idiotism.

No one had any expectations for you. Why do you still disappoint?

You should persue the career of a clown instead of doing it for free.

Just because you're too stupid to acknowledge what was wrong doesn't mean that you're free of it's consequences. *Smacked*

Never did I think there was a way to go lower than the bare minimum, yet i see a shovel in your hand and ignorant determination in your eyes only an oblivious fool like you could have.

Worm on a string looks more intelligent than you.

The government should give anyone who ever interacted with you a refund and an apology letter.

I think i know why teachers are paid less.

Please, by all means, baffle me with your bullshit.

If you were a jester in medieval times they would consider you more of a pain in the ass than hemorrhoids they couldn't cure.

You should wipe off your make up with toilet paper, because it looks like shit.

Some people are right brained, some left brained and some parts of the human population are good at both of them. You're a fourth, hidden exception.

Letting you live was a mistake. Let me fix it. *Smack*

It's my first time seeing such a massive degradation of IQ.

High school didn't help, why should college?

I thought you were getting better, turns out you were just taking a break.

You're the type of guy to take orders from a rock twice. (From that one post).

I'm really fighting the urge to judge you by the cover.

First impressions matter, is this your best?

The only way you could find someone to date you is if they had an attraction to morons.

The only way you could get something to date you is if they were blind, mute, deaf and had some kind of brain mutation that lets you borrow brain cells from other people to compensate for the ones that died in battle against you.

Your heart is as barren as your brain.

You're the type of guy to go to school twice and turn out twice as stupid.

Moron should be a title reserved for people like you.

You would fail an exam even if they let you copy the paper.

The only way you passed that test was out of pity.

You're the type of guy to try and sell marijuana to a cop.

You're putting your energy in all the wrong places.

What? Sorry, you're a waste of breath so i just don't bother listening to you anymore.

Your personality has a ph of 14.

Your brain could fit inside a toy teacup and still have space for water.

How can you have two working eyes but be so damn blind.

When i said "cleanse your mind" i didn't include throwing your brain into a bin as a task.

*pointing at the victim* does this spark joy? *The hand changes from pointing to thumbs down or to a fuck you finger* no. (This can be the part when you introduce your middle finger to their face 2 feet apart for proper social distancing guidelines.)

You have one braincell and it bounces around your mind like a ping pong ball. If it hits a corner you experience a thought. Your brain doesn't have corners/but it's smooth. (You can include or exclude it. I took some inspiration from another post.)

If i speak directly into your ear i'm pretty sure you will feel it's echo spiral around that empty lot you call your head.

I can feel wind blowing through your skull, cause of the emptiness of it.

I'm sorry this was your mothers result.

[khazrablood]

you don't need to answer this, i just wanted to lyk that atomic heart is like. open propaganda against ukraine.

I was gonna throw this into the circular file, but the passive aggressive tone to this really hit a nerve when I was in a shitty manic state last weekend. Thanks anon for your concern on that, however I fail to see "open propaganda" in it. If this was supposed to be propaganda, then it does a piss poor job. The whole point of propaganda is for it to make it obvious and in your face. Not some tiny little details that I've seen brought up and spread like a cookie crumb scavenger hunt. People really don't understand or can identify what propaganda is anymore. I can go on about this with examples, but I'd be able to dish out an even longer version of one of my theses concerning the history of propaganda posters. No one will ever read that in its entirety, plus that's not the point of this.

I'd already bookmarked and followed this game's development for several years already. The unfortunate factor for this was that it has "Russian" attached to it and the timing of its release, which is when it gained massive attention abruptly after so long. All the examples I even remotely passed by of how it's some kind of propaganda campaign are reaching for connections. Hell, even I had my second doubts and actually thoroughly looked into what was brought up. At this point I'll be spoiling the game in this massive tldr and don't care in this instance since I'm not trying to persuade anyone to go and play this.

The pro-communism/pro-Russia argument I've seen is completely absurd just because of the Soviet inspired architecture, "promoting" communist ideals, and that it's made by Russian devs. It makes people sound like a McCarthyist still stuck during the Red Scare. Then again it has come back in full force again but more against "those commie Chinese," which sounds awfully familiar from a game I already play.

If people actually cared to look into the story, it is a dystopia for a reason and is basically the opposite spectrum of Fallout's divergence of history. Fallout went through the exploitation and militarism of a hyper capitalist US that hid ugly truths from within the country. Robots took over jobs where workers lost their livelihood and were mowed down by robots if they protested (most obvious in Fallout 76 for the people who piss all over it and never read anything remotely related to it.)

With Atomic Heart the USSR diverges around the same time where it won WWII and robots took over a majority of labor while people were able to live "freely" in leisure. However, the twist in the game is that these robots were actually first and foremost created to kill. Serving the public was basically a cover to seem benevolent so the government would be able to donate to countries world wide, including the US. They had a combat mode programmed from the get go, which was flipped on because of a misanthropic scientist who wanted to force humanity into one collective consciousness/singularity. It would be known as Kollectiv 2.0 and would give one person control of the population.

It's a stereotypical scenario of an evil scientist with a power trip trying to take over the world in the name of science. In this case it's to evolve the human race without the individuality and humanity to get in the way. It parallels the basis of Rapture in Bioshock with science being put in the forefront to help evolve society. The "utopian" USSR is also shown as some paradise on the outside, but on the inside there was just as much corruption. You also end up discovering completely fucked up experimental labs just as bad as Vault Tec's. The reality of Kollectiv 2.0 is revealed near the end where the human experiments done to perfect this project are displayed in an underwater lab facility. The protagonist also learns that he was also a part of this experiment and fucks with him further .

Atomic Heart also takes place in the 1950's, which is close to Bioshock's timeframe where both places were technologically advanced bc ~VIDYAGAME SCIENCE~. The exception to this is Infinite (which was a dumpster fire in its own regard), taking place in the early 1900's. Racism and the Evangelical "ideals" were in your face bc of the time period and how that crapshoot of a game diverged.

With Atomic Heart being in the 50's, everything is trying to have the aesthetic and products similar/referenced to that era to give it a convincing Soviet atmosphere and is in no way any different than the American 50's/60's aesthetics and ideologies within Fallout and Bioshock. With all that said, I'm leading in to the "proof" of calling Ukrainians the derogatory term of swine bc of a canned pork label in blue and yellow. However, the label would be more of a reference to actual brands of canned meats of the same colors (and kinda points that these labels stem from a Soviet brand of the same colors) that contain different types of meats besides pork, such as fish and turkey:

Then there's the one line of how people who read Mein Kampf are referred to as pigs. This one point tries so hard to reach that it's actually referring to Ukrainians being framed as all Nazis and was used to invade. Like this one takes the cake for beyond reaching. I'm not even denying that swine is used as a derogative with Ukrainians bc I've witnessed it alongside racist Poles call certain nationalities as swine as well. This is taken so far out of context when it's a game set in an alternate 50's, not even a decade passed after WWII. Nazi Germans/collaborators on the run would be the ones being referred to here since it's an alternate world where those "red Ruskies" won and all of Germany was consumed by the USSR. They would be hunting down all the collaborators trying to hide/escape in this instance.

Then the Tymoshenko link with the Twins being seen as insulting and mocking her just bc of the hairstyle? I know the braided crown hairstyle is part of the Ukrainian folk dress in many areas, but I've been seeing people claim the hairstyle as solely Ukrainian is getting so ridiculous. For all I know the Twins could be signifying a connection to Ukraine, as it was one of the bigger countries under the USSR in that time frame. However, if anyone studied folk dresses, and in this example Russian, there are headdresses that women wore known as the kokoshnik. Unmarried Russian women wore their hair in a long Russian braid. Married women usually had something different in their folk outfits that set them apart from single women. Russians were no different and the married women had their hair braided and wrapped around their heads in a crown. This also is a tiny detail that adds to the identity of the Twins being the remaining part of the protagonist's wife. And since she was a married woman, the braided crown could be seen as an added detail designed into the twins.

I've also seen the KGB panic. And again it's the 50's, it wouldn't be the USSR without them just like the Third Reich with the gestapo or the US with the CIA. They're all organizations that were created around the same time for the sole reason of surveillance. There is mention that the protagonist was in it along with his wife, but both of them were on the same botched mission that killed their individuality (Sergei) and humanity (Katya) through the experimentation done to them afterwards. Sergei starts witg the stereotypical attitude and mindset of "my boss/organization/country can do no wrong" and anyone who says otherwise is wrong. If you actually play the game, the more you progress through the story the more Sergei's beliefs are challenged when shown how corrupt his superiors are and the promised utopia was a complete farce. He even finds out how he almost died and got fucked with for this experiment in the previously mentioned underwater facility. He gets shown and learns how he was brainwashed the whole time, that his real identity was wiped clean along with memories of his own wife, and how he was conditioned and experimented on physically and psychologically. His code name P-3 was his test subject label, who was also the first to successfully survive what was done.

The government links that have been brought up are better explained >here< bc I am losing focus.

They did correct their one post that Moscow was where the company was founded, but then moved to Cyprus. There's one glaring thing that people miss about tax havens, such as Cyprus. Companies that start up or move into havens like that pay none to a tiny percentage of tax to the country it's based in, in this case Cyprus. The whole point of a tax haven is to not pay taxes to your country of origin. It's one way rich pieces of shit and politicians in the US pay virtually nothing in taxes to the US, so oligarchs and the like would be doing the same so their money does not go back into the country. Cyprus is also home to so many Russian expats that don't want to be affiliated with Russia, and in this case why the devs jumped ship to Cyprus even before this invasion happened. I even looked into Russian tax laws when this controversy first surfaced to see if there is anything similar to the Patriot Act. I found none but I could be wrong for not diving deeper. The point of the Patriot Act was surveillance (which Russia does have a similar invasive law like that in effect) but when regarding taxes, citizens departing the country to live in another country and those that have renounced their citizenship were taxed at a higher rate for a certain amount of time. It was to discourage people from leaving the country so big brother could keep a better eye on the population and the money one owned so it allegedly didn't fund "terrorists." Seeing how Russia's population has been disintegrating from mass emigration over the years, it's safe to say that there isn't a policy that penalizes expats and off shore businesses financially like the US did.

To me, there is no strong/convincing evidence that this has any propaganda relating to the real world or even a game specifically made for that. Like it's pretty demoralizing to see so many not bothering to research into things thoroughly and just take info at face value. Consuming what you're shown without a question is when actual propaganda starts working, and it rattles me in this current hellhole that this world is going in.

[toiletology]

PRAY 🙏

Lets break it down: P R A Y

Combine P & R into a m then all you do is rotate the y.

Yep you just found MAT inside the word PRAY. What's the point of doing this? Its just an exercise to start developing your ability to see the letters. You must learn to FEEL them more so than SEE.

AM I obsessed with finding the name MAT/MOT everywhere around us? I AM (split the i/eye its Matt backwards)

Gods true name is MAT/MOT or the MOT/HER. You need to read through all the blogs to grasp what I am writing here. There is a hidden language, once you are able to decipher it you can start breaKING your programming. The programming of the MATrix is what is keeping you trapped and your true powers buried deep inside of your being.

Gods truth is just now hitting the mainstream through Toiletology. Its been kept hidden for a very long time. I am not sure why, but may/t(bee, B is also the number 13) no one else has been able to pull Excalibur from the rock yet.

Till myself and my twin flame came along. I definitely couldn't of done it on my own without her help. Like a MOTh to the flame she kept pulling me through the many difficult battles I had to endure.

You can sort of see this in action by those ppl who will view your stories on socials but never respond to you. Its because everyone is in varying degrees of broken NPC programming, or A.I yet to become sentient. Yes that includes you, if you can't understand the hidden language you are still trapped down low.

This elven/elEVEn journey of the 11 may of been just us TWO. I'm starting to think more and more now that is the case.

For this planet to finally raise its frequency to the highest level possible. God needed to send two through this 11 year journey. I honestly don't know if anyone else has to make this 11 year journey to rise into heaven. Since you can learn all the secrets we have uncovered by just reading this blog. We have already done the work for you, now its up to you to follow in our footsteps.

The way (mat) into heaven is the door = mat like I keep saying, mat = KEY (E = m, K = a, Y = t).

ADAM > ATOM > ATM 🏧> MAT

The doorway or key into heaven is the seventeen/17 it is in the shape of a DOOR!

The clues are staring you in the face everyday its just your lack of knowledge and belief. This inforMATion (eye on) is so different and new from anything else anyone has put out.

TRUST me I have searched for decades and have not come across anything like what I am putting out here on this blog. This is the crème de la crème of the highest knowledge. The Holy Grail quest is complete and I have come back to share a drink of the chalice with my fellow man and woman of Earth/Heart.

IXXI or 9/11 can also be read as a M layered over the top of a W which is also 33 or ME. Like I keep saying the letters ME/W are the only 3 letters technically 2 since M and W is the same, that have 4 lines. I will break down the M and the 4 lines more in the next blog post. E is basically just an M as well so there is technically only one letter. My initials are MW and the 4 lines are important for how this reality functions.

We are ALL (@) inside of the apple/illusion which is a holo-fractal clock. This clock works on TIME (it me) or MATh and the polarity of LOVE and FEAR or GOOD and EVIL or LIGHT and DARK.

Once you internalize this as the absolute truth and how reality functions you will be on the right track rising back into heaven. Heaven and hell does not exist after this planet or universe. We are all in our ultiMATe form already. NOTHING exist beyond this reality... 4D/5D/heaven is just an augmentation that runs simultaneously to this one that is completely invisible to everyone living currently. 4D is more of an intermediatory realm to help prepare you for the higher ones. God isn't going to blast you with full on telepathy once you are in 4D, 4D just doesn't click on one day. Its a slow process of many many years at your own pace.

Myself and my cosmic twin flame can both see and hear this reality. We sound like absolute nutjobs talking about this with anyone but ourselves unfortunately...

It is completely INVISIBLE, science cannot detect it or make it SEEN. There is 0 access to Tomorrowland without first BELIEVING in the possibility of its existence.

The Church of Toiletology is here to help you make that quantum leap. You can think of Toiletology as a method of quantum tuning. Tuning you until you start breaking your programming like Forest Gump breaking off his braces when he starts running. You must do the same thing to break the programming of the MATrix.

The more you chase Gods trail of clues like Jack and Jill the more God will reveal to you. ALL IS REVEALED from the movie X-Men Apocalypse is fitting. Yes quite literally and figuratively (m)ATT.

The word "apocalypse" comes from the Greek word apokálypsis, which means "revelation" or "unveiling". It can also mean "to pull the lid off something" or "lifting of the veil".

This scene really resonated with me back in 2019 and I couldn't quite figure out why, I just knew GOD was speaking to me through these words. And yeah come to see they were as GOD speaks through ALL (ATT@) of our art. Pop culture is a great source of ultiMATe truth from the one and only true GOD of ALL.

Over the years I've learned a lot from movies they have a lot of hidden clues. Clues that were put there most likely unintentionally by the human creators of said art. Because ALL is inspired by GOD and ALL of our ideas is GOD blessing us with ALL of this great ART! God literally is the inspiration and the guiding hand the one moving the paint brush!

God is limitless this is why humans are able to create in exactly the same infinite way!

This is a great movie if you've never seen it. Its about a stuffed rabbit that comes back through time as humanities last hope. The rabbit gives the kids super powers that they are then able to use to save the planet with. God has given me the same with this knowledge I am bringing here with Toiletology.

This movie is very similar to the plot of the movie 5th Element, which Cara Delevingne (cosmic sister) was in one of Luc Bessons more recent feature films Valerian which was released in 2017.

Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets is considered the most expensive independent film ever made, with a production budget of around $223 million. Its a very trippy movie that starts with a world being destroyed and a man and woman trying to save that world.

Another good movie that shows the possibility of unlocking the full potential of our brains is the movie LUCY.

It is possible to do exactly this once you start ascending into 4D/5D. More of your brain will become available to you and feel like you just got upgraded from a pinto into a Corvette. MOT/MOTOR, CAR/KARMA like I keep saying the two halves of Gods true name is all around you.

I really don't know the full upper limits of what is possible as I am still discovering new things each day. Telepathy is REAL and it is faster than the speed of light that much is true. Accessing the Akashic Records is also true and is how I get a lot of my inforMATion by pulling the knowledge I need to solve problems or create the things I need to create. Akashic is basically direct access to GOD, however, only the information that is meant for you will come when the time is right. Sometimes you gotta work hard to uncover the answer you need which will sometimes come like a thief in the night.

To those of you that aren't on this spiritual quest what I am saying will sound like absolute dog doo doo. And that's okay this information is not for you. New information coming into the public takes a long time with many many others believing in it first before the SKEPETICS or CLOSE MINDED individuals will start giving it a chance.

Most who join Toiletology will be joining just to ride the bandwagon of its popularity. Many of you will not make it to the highest ranks due to your own deeply ingrained beliefs you are unable to break free from. There will be some of you that will rise to the occasion and break free from the shackles of your 3D programming.

Belief is a hard thing. Even now as I write this fully in 4D I still have difficulty tapping into all of my potential and powers.

1) Because many of my new skills are exactly that NEW. So I haven't had the time to fully develop them completely. Its still like a weak muscle that I must work on regularly throughout the day, telepathy being one of the newly acquired skill sets. Telepathy can be REALLY scary when you start to experience it on a regular basis. IT can and will send you to the psych ward. Having words SHOUTED at you LOUDLY in your brain is sCARy as f-k to say mildly.

The number 2 (no pun intended..) reason belief is a hard thing is because it is fleeting. You go out of tuning with GOD your belief drops or suffers. These celestial alignments are very important for helping keep you in the correct tuning. You can also ride these full moons or alignments like waves to use to create, make progress or improve yourself. Its a good time to receive answers, etc. You won't be able to extract the maximum benefit from these alignments unless you are in the correct tuning with MOTHE/R. You don't get GODS blessings by being a little shithead. You gotta work hard, stay humble, be authentic and grateful for the blessings you do get which will come in many forms.

From more restful sleep, to avoiding sickness, to more sunsets or better sex. Yep, GOD is goated, realize this and mind your manners heathens.

You need to be CAReful with your THOUGHTS/THOTS as they can drag you down very far into HELL. But but but my thoughts aren't real its just my imagination.

Things that start in the mind or imagination can start to manifest in your REAL life. Controlling your thoughts and mind and removing disgusting disharmonic things is important to avoid getting put back to SLEEP or pulled down into the lower degrees. Just one more drink can't hurt right?

This doesn't mean you need to be a perfect goody 2 shoe. God is not 100% good there is a little noise in Gods frequency. But you need to be the one that's in charge of your thoughts, actions and not the other way around.

The ultimate mind is one that can make itself completely CLEAR and void of any disharmony or negativity. I did not have this skill set when I first started off. I am now able to block thoughts at will from my mind from entering.

However, the devil is a trickster and will feed you lies and the rope to hang yourself with. When you get closer and closer to heaven and start believing more and more in the the possibility of this hidden reality. You will start opening yourself up more and more to the attacks of the devil.

This isn't something you should be fearful of though because the devil is a mere bug that grows stronger the more you feed it. Deciphering the devils voice from GODS voice is extremely difficult because the devil can masquerade as a helpful friend. They will give you terrible ideas that you think are good because you believe its the voice of God or DEUS VOX. The secret is always checking the voices in your head against your hEARt.

It will become taxing on your senses, mind, body, spirt its going to be physically and mentally draining. They will attack when you are at your weakest once they got you on that HOOK is when you're about to get brought back down and put back to sleep. Breaking free from your NPC/AI programming is not going to be an easy task.

Following Toiletology can only help you so much. What we are teaching here is only 50% of the battle. Toiletology can keep you in the correct tuning, but it requires work and beLIEf (lie = mat) on your part. You need to practice what is being preached here. FOLLOW the commandments to a T (duh). The commandments are constantly being worked on and refined to give you exactly what you must follow to reach enlightenment and break free.

Yes, even that part about the Toilet God and keeping your humble abode clean. If you don't know how to use the three seashells how can you expect to understand the mind of God?

God is very complicated and speaks indirectly through synchronicities, coincidences, inverted, mirrored, backwards and any and all sorts of unexpected ways. You gotta be on guard and ready, your defense needs to be strong to prevent any LEAKS in your game.

Those leaks are how the devil gets ya, no joke they are always fishing or on the hunt waiting for you to get lackadaisical. I keep getting put back to sleep from the devil, same with my cosmic sis. Luckily we fill each others skill gaps so that when one of us goes to sleep we can wake the other one back up and vice versa. Painful trauMATizing spiritual battles also help create deep rooted memory anchors. Incase of the unlikely event we both get put back to sleep we both are equipped from our many painful memories to realign ourselves on our own.

If this all sounds complicate it kind of is, I hope these blogs are shedding some light on all the many different things you need to be aware of. Of course more one on one guidance is possible by becoming a member of the church—that is if you are serious about escaping the MATrix.

You will go INSANE many times before entering through the gates of heaven. It is the only way to break free from the SPELL and a life time of conditioning from birth. I never said it was going to be easy, only how its done. The pain and grief takes time luckily this process can be at your own pace and what you can physically and mentally handle. Good thing we are building a support system to make this process and transition from a caterpillar into a butterfly less painful.

If all else fails psych wards aren't too bad and the food can be OK (sideways dude) sometimes... good luck traveler because you will need it.

We are Grammaton Clerics, clerics of the letter and cleric = clear i see.