#TCM!Crescent

[thecrescentmind]

I currently need to remake their refs so instead of refs you get screenshots from the wip I’m never finishing.

Sanders Sides OC introductions!!! (TCM au act one) intro explanation/context to the au here

Yapping about them under the cut!!!

Since I got some reason decided attempting a fanseries was a good idea I’m going to be vague about spoilers and the sides will be referred to be titles instead of their actual names, I’ll probably give up on being vague about spoilers eventually but for now I’m trying

Let’s start with the basic one: it’s me but not really: TCM!Crescent

Taking the role of c!Thomas: Crescent is the protagonist! The one whose mind everyone else is apart of! They’ve only just been introduced to their sides and will learn more about them as we go. His personality is a combination of the four he’s met. She’s creative, kind hearted, emotional, anxious, a bit awkward, and simultaneously very smart and very stupid! Well, that’s not all he is, but we don’t have to think about that, do we? TCM is a fun show where we only have to deal with the problems we want to face, we can just ignore that, this place is an escape and no one is going to change that.

Crescent is different from c!Thomas in well, they are literally just different people. Crescent is a teenager with a different gender and sexuality. I guess in terms of what they do in the story the first difference I think of is that Crescent is more aware of certain parts of themselves. This won’t stop him from acting just as oblivious though.

Now we have Artist: Embodiment of creativity, imagination, passion, and ego!

Artist takes the role of Roman! They’re passionate, creative, brave, a bit hyper, and the most confrontational of the group. He likes to act as a hero, even having a “magical girl” (despite not being a girl) form to transform into! She’s very willing to fight or get aggressive when nessecary, maybe even a bit too much. Funfact: the two dots on their crown are eyes! Her crown’s name is Ray and they’re what she used to transform into Ember Knight (the name she gave her magical form). Funfact 2: Despite being the creative side of a horror fan, Artist doesn’t like horror! Wonder what that’s about…

In terms of differences from Roman, Artist is less regal and overall has different vibes and demeanor. She also takes his thing with wanting to be a hero up several notches. She’s also less likely to just insult her friends for no reason, she will be kind of rude but with reasons. Basically if someone’s rude to her she’s rude back almost imeadiatley and she’s very aggressive towards people she has unresolved conflicts with.

Next up is Intel: Embodiment of intelligence, reason, and logic!

Intelligence, or Intel as literally everyone calls them for short takes the role of Logan! The most knowledgeable side in the mindscape, Intel is just as smart and rational as you’d think they’d be. They can be overly cold and serious at times, but that comes from a genuine desire to get things done and help out. And boy does she do a lot of helping! With Crescent being a former gifted kid who now as a teen is almost always in advanced classes (or art related classes, at least Artist can handle that part of their school) and with Intel always trying to use reason to calm the others down when things get serious, he certainly has a big job! Just hope they can handle it.

Intel acts a lot like Logan but the vibes are shifted to the right (listen it’s hard to describe how she acts I swear she’s different) but her arc and struggles are very different. Because of how much Crescent needs her she’s very hard to ignore so she isn’t really, tldr burnt out gifted kid needs a break.

Then there’s Heart: center of feelings and morals!

(I know her color is kind of hard to see I’ll fix that eventually) Heart takes the role of Patton! She’s kindhearted, empathetic, and very sensitive. The least aggressive or confrontational of the group. They’re the youngest of the gang, everyone is physically and more or less mentally the same age as Crescent but Heart formed the most recently. However they’re not a child and will dispute claims they are. Being the newest to the group they have big shoes to fill and he’s still learning how to do that best, can Heart really fill the void he left behind?

While Patton is seen as the group dad, Heart is often seen as the group child (even if she disputes it.). Her arc involves a lot of coming into her own in different ways.

And finally there’s Stress: embodiment of fear and anxiety!

Stress takes the role of Virgil, including starting out as an antagonist. At this point in the story they’re very rude and condescending, masking everything underneath a scary persona they’ve had as long as anyone can remember. But it has been a while. Him deciding to be a threatening presence within the show was a bit surprising for the other three sides, ever since the incident she’s mostly done her job remotely, staying away from direct confrontation with the others unless something major happens. So why do this now? There’s something deeper that they’re connected to, and I don’t think Crescent wants to find out what.

Stress has more energy than Virgil, but you won’t notice that at first because the scary persona definitely takes some of that energy to keep up. Her motivations are also pretty different from his but I’ll keep that a secret for now (she has the most complicated backstory out of everyone you will see)

[crescentrivers]

Happy ptide ft that one meme

These two are Sanders Sides ocs TCM!Crescent and her anxiety side: Stress

(Not a ship please don’t ship them)

[dichtefichten]

crescent moon

[amazoniaonline]

Projeto da Atricon na área da comunicação receberá recursos do BID

O financiamento do Projeto Comunica, desenvolvido pela Atricon, foi aprovado pelo Banco Interamericano de Desenvolvimento (BID). A iniciativa objetiva ampliar o acesso a informações ligadas ao controle externo que possam ser de interesse da população, bem como incentivar práticas que favoreçam a transparência, a prestação de contas, o amplo acesso aos serviços públicos, o diálogo e a participação da sociedade nas decisões. O projeto pretende utilizar a comunicação pública como instrumento de transformação, de educação e de desenvolvimento social, qualificando as informações que são oferecidas à população e instruindo sobre os serviços públicos a ela disponibilizados. De acordo com o presidente da entidade, Cezar Miola, “os processos dialógicos estabelecidos pelos Tribunais de Contas com os seus públicos precisam estar, cada vez mais, alinhados com os princípios e valores democráticos para atender à crescente exigência da sociedade por informações abrangentes, didáticas, capazes de facilitar o conhecimento e o acesso dos cidadãos aos serviços públicos”. As análises do Marco de Medição de Desempenho dos Tribunais de Contas (MMD-TC), desenvolvido pela Atricon, demonstram que as instituições de controle possuem diferentes estruturas de recursos humanos e tecnológicos nessa área, o que revela carências e dificuldades na disponibilização de informações que podem impactar, de alguma maneira, a vida dos cidadãos, como orientações para o acesso a diferentes serviços públicos ou a dados do seu interesse.  Entre as ações previstas pelo projeto, explica a assessora de comunicação da Atricon, Priscila Oliveira, está a realização de um diagnóstico das unidades de comunicação dos Tribunais de Contas. “A partir do mapeamento das necessidades dessas estruturas, devem ser ofertadas capacitações para auxiliar os órgãos de controle em suas atividades, levando em consideração as particularidades de cada TC e equipe alocada na área. Nesses treinamentos, estão previstas mentorias online em imersões individualizadas, com a participação de especialistas em comunicação, além da entrega de planos de ação personalizados, por exemplo” disse.   Na etapa de treinamento serão abordados temas como a identificação de pautas de serviço e o uso de linguagem simples, estratégias de conteúdo para redes sociais e o  uso de ferramentas de inteligência artificial para otimizar as atividades desenvolvidas pelas unidades de comunicação. O projeto será integralmente custeado com  recursos do BID, sem quaisquer ônus financeiros para os TCs, portanto.   As ações estão previstas para ocorrer até junho de 2024. Os Tribunais de Contas interessados em participar poderão aderir ao projeto, sendo que, em janeiro, a Atricon enviará o convite a todas as presidências, detalhando a ação. A assinatura da adesão poderá ser realizada a distância,  em período a ser indicado pela Atricon, e também no dia 19 de fevereiro, em Brasília, data em que a entidade promoverá uma série de atividades.   Reprodução TCM-PA Read the full article

[forthegothicheroine]

The King in Yellow, 1949

Much of this story is true.  Warnings in the tags.

When I had pneumonia in my early teens, my mother brought home an armful of VHS tapes from the library to alleviate my misery.  Knowing my snobbish preferences, she had grabbed copies of whatever she found in black and white.  I remember something musical that I suspect was Busby Berkeley, I remember Mildred Pierce (a bad choice, as it turned out- the plot includes a young girl dying of pneumonia), and I remember a period piece called The King.  I faded in and out of consciousness while I watched it, but it soothed me while I was awake and filled my fever dreams with sparkling images.  I could never find it at the library again, nor at Hollywood Video or even early Netflix (once my father got the subscription service where you could order practically every DVD.)  It was a bit odd that it seemed to be so obscure, given that it starred old Hollywood legend Ingrid Bergman (and, although I initially forgot it, Marlene Dietrich.)  But even big stars make films that fall by the wayside in public memory, and it seemed that this was one of them.  Google was no help, and at the time that was that.

I didn’t see the film again until I was watching Turner Classic Movies at my grandparents’ house.  I loved watching that channel with them while filling out the crossword puzzle that came in their little TCM catalogue (all of it based on movie trivia, the only kind of crossword puzzle I’ve ever been any good at.)  I recognized a certain scene where Bergman stood on a balcony, looking sadly at the moon.  Her face had an expression of unutterable melancholy, and the crescent moon reflected in each of her eyes, giving the impression of two moons in one sky.  I had very little time to catch up on what I’d missed before we had to go meet my cousins at the local Italian restaurant.  I knew logically that the movie would be long over by the time we returned, but I turned on the channel anyway.  Of course it had moved on to the lesser known Alfred Hitchcock film Stage Fright, but then I heard Marlene Dietrich sing before I could reach the remote to turn the tv off in disappointment.  I knew that I had heard her sing before, and I knew it had been in The King.

Dietrich’s singing often comes across as somewhat campy today, with its Rs pronounced as Ws and it’s up-and-down tone.  Madeline Kahn parodied it brilliantly in Blazing Saddles, such that it was a bit of a disappointment when I finally saw Dietrich’s western Destry Rides Again and found it to be lifeless and inconsistent next to the parody.  Still, we remember her voice for a reason, and when I remembered it that night, I knew that its sardonic loneliness had rung through The King and made me shiver in my dreams.

The TCM schedule didn’t list The King in its time slot, but something else.  If I had taken down the name, maybe it would have helped me find it.  Sometimes the same movie runs under multiple names.

I didn’t see the film all the way through for many years, after I graduated college.  I had found a web page that listed public domain film noir, including one called The Masked Guest.  The website described it as a costume noir, and I curiously clicked on the link.  Once I took in the credits running on the youtube window, my eyes grew wide and I did not move from my place on the bed until the movie had run its course.

The credits did indeed list it as The Masked Guest, but I recognized the strange repeating design on the title cards.  They told me that in addition to starring Dietrich and Bergman, it was directed by Fritz Lang, and a character called The King was credited to “???”  (I hadn’t seen that kind of credit since the first Karloff Frankenstein.)  When the King finally appears on screen, though, it is unmistakably Orson Welles’s voice that booms out from behind his elaborate costume.

Here are the things I understand about The King, or The Masked Guest, or The Man in Yellow, or any other title I’ve found for it on public domain archive searches.  Dietrich and Bergman play princesses named Cassilda and Camilla, respectively.  Though Dietrich’s accent is German and Bergman’s is Swedish, they blend together to give the film the impression of being set somewhere on the map that I can’t quite find.  The scenery and camera angles are very Freudian, with a great deal of archways and pillars.

The first act of The King involves frankly dull romantic plotlines, and the only thing that really saved it was the feeling that the suitors were supposed to be insipid, a suspicion lended credence by the fact that the love interests were listed so low on the credits.  Dietrich is the scandalous sister and Bergman is the responsible one, though each takes on aspects of the other as the film goes on.  Dietrich sings her song at a party, dressed in a fake 17th century gown and leaning against a piano.  Although just a moment ago she had been laughing and joking with her gentleman friends, her song takes an abruptly serious tone (not seductive, not sentimental) as she tells the story of a city lost to time and memory.  Bergman slips away from the party and onto the balcony, where we see that wonderful shot of the moon in her eyes.  Is she mourning?  Is she longing?

Dietrich cuts off the song by abruptly screaming “Not on us, King!  Not on us!”  She flees the party weeping and shaking, and from there on the film goes mad.

Though uncommon, it is not unknown for movies to switch between black and white and color, done most famously in The Wizard of Oz.  The film The King recalls here is the silent Phantom of the Opera, which had a masqued ball scene tinted in shades of red and green that tried to provide a whole spectrum of color.  The effect is even odder in the masqued ball scene in The King- the only color that appears is yellow, highlighting things like candlelight, Dietrich’s hair, a passing gown, a vase of tulips.  It also highlights one particular masked figure, whose expressionless mask was decorated with a black pattern against a sickening yellow canvas- the same pattern I had seen in the opening credits.  The color of his costume causes him to stand out from the crown even when he is far off in the background, just one head among many others.  It must have taken long and painstaking hours of work to color in every frame.

Dietrich still seems broken up days after her song, though Bergman tries to coax her into joining the dance.  Finally, at midnight, Dietrich goes out to face the party, but only to demand that every guest remove their mask.  The yellow man with a voice that once warned America about a Martian invasion tells her that he wears no mask.  Bergman reacts with disbelief, but Dietrich starts laughing like a woman unhinged.  As she laughs, the yellow hue seeps out of the King’s clothing and face- if that really is his face- and begins to color the entire ballroom crowd.  I think that what follows is bloodshed, but if there is any carnage (doubtful under the Production Code censorship), the blood must be tainted yellow and splashed across the camera like daubs of paint.  Dietrich’s laughing face is doubled and tripled on screen until it dissipates, but even when it has faded offscreen, it feels as if her ghost continues to watch the proceedings.  

By the end of the scene (filled with German Expressionist camera angles and mad violin screeching), only Bergman remains alive, cowering behind a grandfather clock.  It does not hide her for long.  The King steps towards her and extends his hand.  Reluctantly, but with a fatalistic expression, Bergman takes his hand.  They walk away together hand in hand.  The screen shifts back into black and white, and then the credits roll before we can get a good look at all the bodies in the scene.  The credits say it was based on a play called The King in Yellow, although Raymond Chandler of all people apparently had a hand in the screenplay.

As I said, that’s what I think I understand.  It’s an oddly experimental art film for the era, and it may be awaiting rediscovery by the film festival crowd.  I feel as if I alone know about it, though that obviously isn’t true.  It is my little secret; I tell myself that my husband doesn’t need me to show it to him, it would be too odd for his taste.  I’ve rewatched it many times, even if it seems like each time I search for it I have to find a different video platform or torrent.  Naturally, no subscription site has it available.  Maybe I am the last person who will ever watch it.  Maybe no one will ever think to look for it again after me, and it will be completely forgotten.

When I was hospitalized, they let me use my laptop at night before I went to sleep (no power cord, though, in case I tried to hang myself.)  I found a youtube link for The Man in Yellow, and I watched it every night.  It wasn’t a soothing sort of movie, but having it in my mind all day and then watching it in the evening allowed me to think as opposed to crying endlessly while the other patients shot me awkward looks.  I clutched the childhood stuffed animals my mother brought me when she visited, and I always held them extra tight when the masquerade scene started.

I watched the movie when I had to move away from my beloved San Francisco.  I watched the movie when I lost the last of my grandparents.  I watched the movie when a doctor unwisely took me off my medication and I couldn’t manage to eat for a month.  I watched the movie when the whole world got sick and we all locked ourselves away from each other.  I don’t mind that I don’t entirely know what it means.  I don’t mind the nightmares.  In the hospital they kept telling us about mindfulness exercises, and maybe the fact that I can focus on every aspect of the film so closely that all else falls away is the reason I keep coming back to it.  I’m being mindful.  I’m not letting any stray thoughts invade my head.  I’m just watching and waiting for the next beat of every scene, leading inexorably to that yellow-stained bloodbath.

Streaming media doesn’t last forever, and each time I find The King, I worry that it will be the last time I ever can find it.  My efforts to download it have so far been unsuccessful, odd considering that it is in the public domain.

When I watch The King, I am once again a child in my bedroom being cared for in the throes of agonizing sickness.  I am once again sitting on the couch with my grandparents in front of the tv, both of them alive and lucid again.  I am once again in the hospital, all alone except for my stuffed animals and the staff trying to keep me alive.  The film reflects in my eyes like the crescent moon in Ingrid Bergman’s gaze.  It sings to me.

I am determined to find a way to obtain The King under any name so that I never have to worry about losing it.  During some of the worst times in my life, it is the only thing that has kept me sane.

[chiiwifruit]

TCM Day 19: Video Games

The group was dropped down in the four quadrants in an arena. They had time to blink in surprise, note the rows of spectators, which seemed to be a mix of toadstools, chocolate chips, and ghost-like creatures, and the fact that there was a massive, steaming pizza between them before the host whizzed in front of them on a floating platform.

“Welcome to today’s mini game!” he roared into the mic. “Our four contestants will compete to see who can eat the most pizza in the given time frame. Are you ready?”

There was no time to answer, because a screen lit up with the number 3.

3...

2...

1...

“START!”

Stressed by this strange turn of events but anxious to comply, Syaoran began to rip off handfuls of pizza and stuff it in his mouth as fast as he could, praying that this wasn’t some sort of trap and that he wasn’t about to be poisoned. Kurogane remained frozen in confusion for too long and lost five seconds of precious time while the other three stuffed their faces. Luckily the pizza was only lukewarm, so it didn’t burn.

“Mokona will help!” Mokona announced, appearing on Sakura’s shoulder.

“Eh?” Sakura asked as Mokona’s mouth opened wide. A strong wind pulled the massive pizza off the floor and into Mokona’s mouth, where it vanished as Mokona gulped.

“Uh.”

While everyone stared in shock, the host dropped down next to Sakura and lifted her arm. “WINNER!”

“But, I didn’t-” Sakura said, trying to explain, but the audience was cheering and seemed to view Mokona as part of Sakura.

“Onto the next game!” the host cried.

The floor dropped out beneath them. Sakura shrieked. Syaoran called her name and lunged for her hand, grabbing it just as they all landed in a giant book.

“Okay, what happens now?” Kurogane asked as the countdown began.

“Don’t get squished!” was the host's only explanation.

Squished?

The opposite page began to turn. The group realized it was going to drop on them, but there was no way to get off the book. An invisible wall kept them trapped. Syaoran pounded on it, frantic to save Sakura.

“Oh, there!” Fai said. He pointed upward. There were cutouts in the page above them. He positioned himself so that he would go through a star cutout when the page dropped. Kurogane seized Syaoran and Sakura and moved so that the three of them plus Mokona would go through a crescent moon.

The first few pages were easy, but then they began to flip faster and faster. Sakura still didn’t have enough of her memories back, and she was soon dripping sweat and fatigued. Syaoran pulled her along with him, dashing from safe space to safe space as the pages turned. Kurogane and Fai did fine on their own, until the page turned and Fai was on the opposite side of the book from any of the cutouts.

Fai’s eyes widened in alarm as the shadow of the page fell over him. This was not how he thought it would end. Squashed between the pages of a book as if he were a fruit fly.

“White meat bun!” Kurogane snapped, holding out his hand.

Souhi, Kurogane’s sword, came flying out of Mokona’s mouth and into Kurogane’s hand. Kurogane raised it and slashed the book in half just before it would have crushed Fai.

The heavy page disintegrated into harmless scraps of paper, which rained down gently.

“WINNER!” the host yelled into the sudden silence, making everyone jump.

“Oi, that doesn’t count as cheating?” Kurogane tried to ask him, but didn’t seem to be heard over the cheering. Kurogane grumbled. “Damn, if I’d known that was all it took, I’d have cut the damn book in the beginning.”

Fai laughed. “Thanks Kuro-rin! You saved me!” he said, which Kurogane ignored.

The ground disappeared again, but this time they were ready for the drop. They were not prepared to land on a sheet of ice, though, and everyone but Fai immediately fell on their faces. Fai skidded across the surface, flailing his arms, before coming to a stop. “Hyuu,” he said, attempting to whistle. “I didn’t bring any skates!”

Kurogane got to his feet with caution, holding his arms out for balance. Syaoran attempted to get up, but his feet kept flying from beneath him. Seeing this, Sakura stayed kneeling on the ice.

There was a faint rumbling, and four large balls of snow rolls up to the edge of the frozen pond. “I wonder what happens next,” Fai said. As if on cue, stick arms protruded from the side of the balls, and each of them grew a head. “Oh. Well.”

“Ready? START!”

The snowmen armed themselves with snowballs and threw them. Sakura couldn’t get up in time, and she and Mokona were hit dead on and frozen in a block of ice.

“Sakura!” Syaoran yelled, horrified. He dove for her, and took a snowball to the chest. He froze as well.

Realizing that this might be serious, Fai and Kurogane slid around on the ice as they tried to avoid the snowballs. Kurogane had his ninja training, but he wasn’t used to ice and kept slipping. Fai was from a cold country, and he moved like he was born on ice. Kurogane tried to deflect a snowball with the sword he still held, and that seemed to count as a hit. He froze in a block of ice while Fai watched with dismay.

“WINNER!”

To Fai’s relief, upon him being declared the winner, his friends began to defrost rapidly. Syaoran landed on his knees beside Sakura and asked if she was all right. Kurogane just looked grumpy. He didn’t like to use.

The ground fell. But this time, the falling didn’t stop.

The pressure from from the wind pushed against them. “What are we supposed to do here?” Syaoran asked.

“Catch the coins!” the host said before drifting away. “START!”

“Syaoran!” Mokona called. She was still clinging to Sakura’s shoulder, and her eyes were opened wide. “I sense a feather!”

“So there might be a feather mixed in with the coins,” Fai said.”

“I’ll definitely catch it,” Syaoran said. He pulled his goggles forward so that they covered his eyes, which stung from the rapid descent.

Sakura was too exhausted to help, but the others grabbed at coins like their lives depended on it. Fai and Kurogane fared best, as Syaoran’s blindness in his right eye threw off his depth perception.

“It’s getting closer!” Mokona called.

And then Syaoran saw it.

The feather floated among the coins as though it had simply been overlooked by whoever had come up with whatever the hell the group was doing. Syaoran was closest, but it was on his right side. There was nothing he could push off of to move into a more favourable position. He could only do his best.

He grasped at it as he plummeted, and his fingers closed around the feather. Almost immediately, Mokona’s wings opened up and pulled them into the next world before they could hit the ground.

[rp-sorlag]

Solum: Tale of a Crescent Moon

In The Beginning, there was a great flash of cosmic energy; a sudden burst of Mana which spurred the planet into being, and from the embers of its matchless divinity, the world began anew.

Five Divines rose, each sustained by the heat of the Transcendent. The Five Divines stimulated creation at their own behest  — building, growing, destroying, and retaliating as they saw fit.

Utoria was forged from the molten Mana left over from creation and was shaped over eons. It drowned in an unending ocean. Upon its surface, the continent of Solum arose, ready to flourish.

Solum was the canvas of the Five Divines. The world was shaped to their liking; its very soil altered and constructed for the sole purpose of bearing life upon its surface. And so, it soon did.

Holykind descended from the Empyrean above as agents of the Five Divines, who set their celestial gaze upon the islands of the north, of which they settled and isolated.

Unholykind ascended from the bowls of Utoria, clawing their way out from the Underdark to stake their claim upon the surface world. In their ravenous hatred, they sought prey in Holykind.

The Spurn of Baalgar fled the Underdark; slaves no longer to their demonic overlord. Now Tieflings, their people vowed to do away with their shackles and enshrine the world before them.

The Drakenweyr were born infantile into the northern tundras, but they were not without tenacity. Their kind took to the skies, exploring their newfound lands and creating enduring infrastructure.

The Naga, brilliant and implacable, swiftly evolved. They were the chosen children of The Sire, guided by their Guardians to enlightenment. Their civilization blossomed; magnificent yet naive.

Humanity left the familiar comfort of their caves and set foot into the world around them, becoming enthralled in its beauty. Quickly, they set forth, and a vast civilization spread across Solum.

Dwarvenkin took to the mountainous regions of the north-east, carving out their society from solid stone and shining silver. Ingenuitive automation perfected their craft, and it was superior.

Drakenbol roamed the southern jungle; an innocent an amicable species. The wrath of The Unspoken was beset upon them, and a depraved corruption spread throughout them like a plague.

Elvenkind tamed the northern jungle; steadfast in their expansion. Favored in the eyes of The Benevolent, they were spared a gruesome annihilation. They would then strive for perfection.

Gigas migrated east from the northernmost plains, where they discovered the mountains and the trees of the north-eastern taigas and its inhabitants. They formed long-lasting alliances.

The Orcish warred through the eastern steppes; the soil was bloodied beneath their feet in the opposing conquests  — one of despotism, one of sovereignty. Their conflict spread like wildfire.

Keemphast spread across Solum en masse like a sentient famine which devoured all life within reach. The lands were stricken with desolation, and the gnomes were forced into withdrawal.

The Kuo-Toa emerged from the depths of the ocean unannounced as they led their religious crusade against the land-dwellers. They served an unknown master, but their intentions were clear.

Solum: Tale of a Crescent Moon  is a tabletop RPG story that I am currently working on, and is a partial continuation of an earlier ‘Dawn of Worlds’ Campaign that a friend of mine had been running some time ago. I intend to create, and eventually, GM an entire campaign revolving around my Solum: TCM storyline, but in the meantime, I am still developing it.

That said, I do have the majority of the plot and structure worked out, and I am mostly just working on adding lore, worldbuilding, and piecing everything together.

Feel free to follow me on this creative journey, as TCM is far from your average fantasy tale...

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[erahsae-ffxiv]

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Monday - 2/27/2017

9:00 PM to 11:00 PM EST - Lominsan Fight Club - Lominsan Lominsa Lower Decks (x9, y15)

Tuesday - 2/28/2017

3:00 PM to 6:00 PM EST - Wayward Star Bar - Mist Ward 6, Plot 1

Wednesday - 3/1/2017

4:00 PM to 6:00 PM EST - Saint Reinette's Presents: The Grandfather Clock - Lavender beds Ward 2 Plot 54

6:00 PM to 9:00 PM EST - Stellazzio Pizzeria - Goblet Ward 11, Plot 27

7:00 PM to 12:00 AM EST - The Sultana's Cup - Goblet Ward 10, Plot 54

7:30 PM to 11:30 PM EST - Last Bell Bar - Mist Ward 9, Plot 31

9:00 PM to 12:00 AM EST - Saika Doman & Oriental - Lavender Beds Ward 11 Plot 15

9:00 PM to 12:00 AM EST - The Beast and Barrel Tavern - The Mist, Ward 11, Apartment 85

Thursday - 3/2/2017

6:00 PM to 8:00 PM EST - Black Cat Café - Goblet Ward 11, Plot 39

9:00 PM to 11:00 PM EST - Soul of the Dragon Restraunt - Mists Ward 5 Plot 32

10:00 PM to 1:00 AM EST - 7th Haven Tavern Night - Lavender Beds Ward 7, Plot 5

Friday - 3/3/2017

8:00 PM to 10:30 PM EST - Poetry Night at Dragon Tree Lounge - Goblet Ward 5 Plot 49

8:00 PM to 11:00 PM EST - The Happy Raven Café - Lavender Beds Ward 8 Subdivision Apt. 6

8:00 PM to 11:00 PM EST - Vana'diel's Pleasure Dome - Goblet Ward 2 Plot 30

9:00 PM to 12:00 AM EST - Coeurl's Whisker Open RP - Goblet Ward 9, Plot 8

9:00 PM to 1:00 AM EST - Studio Dusk Entertainment Night - Mist, Ward 12, APT#71

10:00 PM to 12:00 AM EST - Spellguard Tourney - Mist Ward 6, Seagaze Markets

10:00 PM to 12:00 AM EST - Velvet Rose Open Club - Goblet Ward 1, Plot 60

Saturday - 3/4/2017

4:00 PM to 8:00 PM EST - Venturers Respite Open RP - Mist Ward 6, Plot 27

7:00 PM to 11:00 PM EST - Garden of Words - Open RP - Lavender Beds Ward 1 - Plot 48

9:00 PM to 1:00 AM EST - Club Crescent - Goblet Ward 4 Plot 42

9:00 PM to 12:00 AM EST - Grandioso Tavern - Lavender Beds Ward 6, Plot 14

10:00 PM to 12:00 AM EST - Grindstone Tournament - Cen. Thanalan (21, 25)

Sunday - 3/5/2017

12:00 PM to 2:00 PM EST - Palazzo Aldenard Open Auditions - Lavender Beds W9 Plot 28

2:00 PM to 10:00 PM EST - TCM Spring Fever Music Festival - Goblet Ward 12, Plot 55

3:00 PM to 7:00 PM EST - Drunken Moogle Open RP - Lavender Beds Ward 4, Plot 8

6:00 PM to 8:00 PM EST - Palazzo Aldenard Open Auditions - Lavender Beds W9 Plot 28

7:00 PM to 12:00 AM EST - The Sultana's Cup - Goblet Ward 10, Plot 54

8:00 PM to 11:00 PM EST - Mystic Runestone - Cen. Thanalan (21, 25)

9:00 PM to 12:00 AM EST - Qalli Circle - Lavender Beds Ward 11, Plot 45

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[thecrescentmind]

Hi chat! Sanders Sides OC au (TCM au) fanfic update no one asked for but it’s important to ME that I’m transparent with people so here’s a little progress report (+ a fun sneak peak at part of the first chapter):

I’ve been trying to finish their ref sheets so I can draw some stuff, as I want art to accompany the fanfic chapters. Unfortunately I have been procrastinating this big time and currently have three of the six refs I need done for the beginning of the story. Once I get the refs done I also need to actually draw the things for chapter one, which I want a a lot more art for than I will for most chapters (for context like the entire act one cast gets introduced in chapter one)

Chapter one is I think in a completed state, I need to check again and maybe fix a few details but it’s done. I just need to stop procrastinating this art

My estimate for when chapter one will be out is sometime before the canon season two finale or before the sun explodes /j. Okay but for real I don’t know when I’ll be done with this, my interest in SaSi keeps fluctuating but I am determining to tell this story so it will be out eventually, hopefully in the next few months.

And as promised, here’s the chapter spoiler:

(Context: this takes place towards like the middle? Of the chapter. Right before this moment some dark side foreshadowing happened and local cringe self insert is too observant for his own good)

“Okay, okay pause,” Crescent interjected, bringing the conversation away from ominous things he didn’t know about and maybe didn’t want to. “Why is my anxiety here? Like I know I have anxiety I can’t really avoid that, but why is it sentient? This is my video series shouldn’t I get some say in it?”

“Well maybe you should’ve thought about what’s actually in your mind before you came here.” Stress replied coldly, almost more serious than she had been with her previous insults

“What she’s trying to say is that many things are sentient and unfortunately you don’t get to choose which ones. Your mind is vast and it is much easier to understand and work with it than to fully control it.” Intel elaborated

“Great, this is so great.” Crescent muttered, they were aware they were a flawed person of course, but actually meeting a personification of one of those flaws felt… disorienting. But this could still be a fun time, what’s a show without an antagonist?

“So anyways back to your show. Stop. You’re cringe. This is stupid so we should give up here before you get attached.” Stress announced

“What do you mean stupid? This is a great thing! We’re going to make a cool show and achieve success or something!” Artist questioned, they were still in their magic form but was no longer holding a sword, Crescent figured if they could summon one they could also make it disappear.

“Or something? Did any of you think this through like- at all? Clearly this show is going to fall apart!” Stress responded

“No it’s not!”

“It is”

“No it’s not!”

“It is”

“No it’s not!”

“It is”

“No-“

“Okay okay that’s enough you two,” Intel interjected, clearly annoyed by their childish argument “All Stress is doing is repeating the same message of Crescent’s show going badly. If we want to fix this issue then we need to know why she’s saying this so, why is Crescent having these doubts?”

[thecrescentmind]

Only post about these idiots from my main blog

Happy ptide ft that one meme

These two are Sanders Sides ocs TCM!Crescent and her anxiety side: Stress

(Not a ship please don’t ship them)

[thecrescentmind]

Incorrect quotes of my side ocs cause I feel the need to post something, I think these are from a generator? I have a lot of incorrect quotes of them saved from over the years and this is only a few of them (also all of these take place early in TCM au so Stress who’s the Virgil equivalent is still a dark side and no one’s calling each other by their actual names)

Maybe I’ll draw these someday

[thecrescentmind]

Silly sanders sides au I made up: the kids show au!!! As the name would suggest, the basic premise is the story of Sanders Sides but if it was a tv show for younger kids instead of a webseries for whatever the age demographic for SaSi is supposed to be.

C!Thomas is a child in this one (like eight/nine I’m thinking?) and on his birthday he receives a magic (kind of not really? I’ll get to that) mirror and with it he can travel into his mind and meet his sides! With his creativity, logic, and morals by his side he goes on adventures through his mind fighting imaginary monsters and even other sides. Through these adventures he learns lessons about himself and how to deal with problems in the real world. This au is pretty light hearted compared to the other ones I’ll post about, there are story developments and bad things do happen, but since it’s meant to imitate a kids show it’s a lot more sanitized and everything always works out eventually.

More info under the cut:

It’s sort of vague whether or not Thomas’ adventures or imaginary or not and if the mirror is actually magic, I think it’s kind of implied it is his imagination? But like in the same way it’s implied the canon sides are imaginary so nobody cares and we all collectively treat them like they’re real

The biggest difference in the characters other than age is our creative side, I picture Thomas’ creativity not have been split, at least not when the story starts. So we have Romulus aka King Creativity (we’ve all accepted that piece of fanon right?) hanging around. I picture at some point there’d be a big fight between him and Patton that results in the split, imagine like a two part special. In the end they’re able to save Romulus (it’s a show for young children afterall) and decide to keep him aswell as Roman and Remus around, so sometimes they’ll be seperate and sometimes they’ll be fused depending on the situation.

All of the sides are kids in this one but not all of them appear the exact same age as Thomas. Logan is the youngest (do yall remember that thing that was going around a while ago about Logan being the youngest when Thomas was a kid cause the logic part of your brain develops later or something idk). The creativity twins are around Thomas’ age but a bit younger. Romulus and Janus are both the same age as Thomas (Janus might be slightly older but just barely). Virgil is older than Thomas, sort of imitating Thomas’ perception of a mean older kid type. And Patton is the oldest (he’s still a kid though).

I haven’t mentioned orange but I will probably add an orange side if I do more with this au, I think he’d be anger. I’m a firm believer in him and Patton being related somehow so they’d probably be siblings in this au. Not sure when that split would happen but that could maybe be after Romulus’ split because Patton feels guilty about what happened. “You can’t get angry anymore! Look what happens when you get angry! You hurt people” or something like that. I think he’d appear the same age as Logan.

The dark sides aren’t really a plot twist here, especially since two of them might just- not exist at the beginning of the story. They do get introduced over time though in probably the same order as in canon. They get redemption/acceptance arcs over time as well.

[thecrescentmind]

What’s this? Random out of context sneak peaks of TCM au (sasi au where the events of canon happen but changed to fit a self insert of me instead of a self insert of Thomas) chapter one:

I think this is funny:

Guys it’s episode one why is there already dark side foreshadowing:

Babygirl (derogatory) if you think THIS is disorienting just wait:

lol: