#Quincy Mine

[corgiboobs]

The abandoned Quincy Mining Stamp Mill 1 in Michigan taken in infrared from back in May 2023.

[low-rez-moth]

Standing in the front porch with a fresh cut flower in my hand and a grey sky above, rain started to fall. A package was in the mailbox and I was to go and fetch it. I tucked the flower in my hair for safe keeping and picked up my skirts to walk down the damp front steps as the rain gently kissed my skin. The robin still sang in his tree as this little burst did not bother him. Rain drummed lightly on the tin letter box and I pulled it open to retrieve my parcel. I tucked it neatly under my arm as I picked up my skirts again to scurry back up the stairs and into the front porch. There I turned and gazed out the windows that were warped with age. When was the last time a woman in long skirts with a corset for shape and support looked out this window with her hair done neatly up as I had? Dressing like someone out of the early Edwardian era was fun for me but was the reality for the people that first lived in this house. Who was the wife and mother that stood on this same porch looking out the same windows with the same wooden floor beneath her feet? Had her husband worked in the mines that could still be seen on top of the hill from where I stood? A historical landmark now, but the place where men went to catch an early death then. Had she feared for his life with only prayer to comfort her? Or was she confident that he would always return? What of the war? Perhaps her sons had gone away with patriotic pride in their veins only to learn that the Great War was second only to Hell.  

The rain let up but the sun remained hidden behind the grey clouds. The vision of the woman fading with the passing rain. I turned to my house and saw I had not turned the lights on and a thought, perhaps from the woman of the past, whispered “Light a candle dear, it is too gloomy of a day not to have a little light.”

[chaneilkular]

The Hex WARFRAME 1999

[virmink-united]

Quincy's ass is getting nothing but gas cans for that Amir comment

[grogv]

books i’ve read ❥ dracula // bram stoker

❝ the world seems full of good men -- even if there are monsters in it. ❞

[countwytchula]

Bagging baddies despite us being morons

[incarnon]

hey man, that’s a real nice gun you got there!

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[anonymergremlin]

I know you only see them as tools.

Shells of metal and organic tissue. Deformed and combined.

No will left at all.

You believe they are my instruments of war. Only their to fight for my sake. For my will.

But they aren't.

All warframes are so much more, no matter how sentient they are at all. I feel it, I can see it. What is left behind.

I am not Tenno.

The warframe and I.

We are Tenno.

[brutal-planet]

Nicolas Cage as Count Dracula in Renfield (2023)

[epicfirestormer]

How do you do Steamworld fandom

[corgiboobs]

The abandoned Quincy Mine Dredge Number 2 in Michigan back in May 2023.

[whitestopper]

Okay, I've been too busy to watch XO, Kitty S2 but Q takes Dae to a gay club to help him get over Kitty... because straight girls go there to avoid 'cishet meatheads'???

Yes, straight people do go to gay clubs for various reasons. But uncritically saying that gay clubs have plenty of woman who are straight and could be into the right type of guy is such a weird thing to say.

And this isn't just me saying that about Q, I'm talking to the writers. It's not enough to have a lesbian couple who clearly aren't interested because 1) you still gave Dae a girl who was interested in him and 2) you had the three of them - yes, including the aforementioned couple - be interested in hanging out with him! You made a straight guy a hot commodity for girls in a gay club! You rewarded a character for bringing a straight guy to a gay club to hit on girls! Fuck you!

[virmink-united]

QUINCY. QUINCY WHAT ACCENT DO YOU HAVE. WHAT FUCKING DIALECT IS THAT. WHY ARE YOU SO HARD TO WRITE AND UNDERSTAND

[i-gwarth]

Jonbar hinge

so I think I know when these two diverged. At least in my personal canon

Operator's name is Malik. He/him. I think Drifter kept whatever name they were born with, and it was probably a more feminine one. Don't know it yet and might not bother to decide it - after a billion spirals in Duviri they depersonalized to such an extent that they don't feel like they have a name anymore. They respond to Drifter, D, My Liege and Thrax interchangeably, but none are "their name", just a callsign.

TW for like… idk. Childhood trauma, warframe-brand kids enduring the horrors.

The setup, inevitably, was always going to come from Quincy fucking Isaacs.

the divergence was here

the other two choices for this event were 1. I watched my friends kill my parents, and 2. I killed my own parents

The divergence is this: Malik killed them himself. Drifter watched them die. Across days.

There was nothing left behind their eyes. They weren't the people they used to be anymore, their minds had been stolen away. And somewhere in their heart, the kid knew this. Malik could accept it. The other one could not.

So instead of making the choice, making the cut, they waited. It took many days for fatigue, famine and eventually cachexia to kill those who had once been their parents

thanks for that Isaacs. You dipshit

[adylote]

I fucked up with the Nightingale but what about Quincy? Haha.

[anxious-black-hottie]