#all I have to deal now is my current NU

[myearts-uwu]

Holy shit man so I just applied to MMU a few days ago and I got ACCEPTED TODAY ABDHDHHSHSBAANAN????

[allyheart707]

Are you still taking art prompts?

I had an idea! It would be fun to see a little crossover between your fic and your comic!

Ex: Due to some cosmic glitch, Leo connects with LS Donnie instead of EDHPMW (tricky acronym lol) Donnie. Confusion ensues.

Leo: Where's Donnie..?

LS Donnie: I'll do you one better, WHO is Donnie?

Anyway, no pressure. Love to see your updates!

- Later, in a different universe -

Donatello. It was a name that felt as if it had been stuck on the tip of his tongue the second Carol had brought up naming them. He wasn’t sure why it felt so right, or where the warm feeling came from- like a dream long forgotten, but it was the perfect name. Raph, the snapping turtle, had insisted that he was their brother and this name was the second piece of evidence that pointed towards that possibility. The first one, of course, was him being a mutant turtle. 

He still wasn’t sure he could trust the two strangers- especially the other one… Heishi. He had been nothing but a menace since he arrived. It seemed he was trying to get them in trouble. Currently, the slider was desperately trying to convince his brother- Michelangelo- to further break their bed. 

“If we pull this part off here I bet I could use it to make a weapon! Now that would be a distraction!” He pushed Mikey, who looked to his brother for the answers. 

Donnie shook his head- that would almost certainly get them in way more trouble than it was worth. Plus, they just wanted to go outside, not to hurt anyone. Mikey frowned, but turned back to Heishi and shook his head.

“Nu-uh, mm sorry, but they would get really mad if we broke our bed.” Mikey answered, making Heishi groan.

“Hmmm, welllll… what if I promise to show you all my cool warrior moves?” Donnie knew exactly how this would turn out, and groaned as his brother let out an excited squeal.

“REALLY?” He gasped, and Heishi gave him a big grin.

It did not take much to break his little brother, who thought on the new deal for only a second before giving in and nodding.

“Okay! But only if you do it on my bro’s bed- er… Dee’s bed! He likes his bed cuz the cameras can’t see it!” He whispered the last part as he pointed to the bottom bunk where Donatello currently sat, staring at the both of them in disappointment.

“You're going to get us all in trouble, you know.” He offered, but Heishi was already yanking on the middle rung to their bunk, attempting to pull it from the bed.

“Yeah! An’ what if they put those handcuffs on you again?! Or worse?” Raph added, making Donnie nod- at least someone had some sense.

Of course, his brother and Heishi were not listening- both now on his bed, pulling against the rung until there was a resounding C R A C K and they both tumbled backwards- the wooden rung now in their hands. Ugh.

“AH-HA! Now this is a plan!” Heishi shouted triumphantly, holding up the splintered remains of their bunk as if it was something spectacular.

Donnie turned and flopped against his pillow- refusing to see the end of this. ‘Will they fix our bunk?’ He wasn’t sure. When the light broke a few weeks ago- they fixed that but… him and his brother have never broken anything on purpose before. ‘They took away our books… would they take away their papers next? Or their bunk? That is what they broke so what if-’ Donnie shook his head, burrowing it further into his pillow- 

‘no, Carol wouldn’t let them take their bunk. Plus, how would they fit it through the door? It wouldn’t fit!’

‘... wait… how did it get into the room? … was it always here?’ Donnie lost himself to his thoughts as he watched the large snapping turtle pace back and forth at the door and attempted to ignore the delighted chattering between his brother and Heishi.

“Master Draxum says I'm too ‘small and weak’ for big weapons… but he does let me use a wooden sword sometimes! I’m really good with it too!” His words were followed by whooshing sounds and Donnie's bed bobbing up and down with each thrust of Heishi’s “sword”- making Mikey gasp in excitement. Even Raph seemed to be a little impressed, stopping his pacing to watch, big eyes wide in a mixture of nervousness and awe. That only fueled the fire in Heishi. Ughhhh. Curiosity got the best of Donnie and he finally decided to turn his head to watch the ‘greatest warrior’ swing his ‘sword’ around.

He couldn’t stand on the bed without hitting his head, so instead he was moving around on his knees- despite that rather awkward position, he was keeping himself upright which was already a little impressive. He moved with surprising speed, twisting his arms and slashing the sword about as if fighting some imaginary enemy. Every time Donnie thought he would hit the wall or one of the bedposts he would pull away just in time and begin another set of random exercises. 

It was… a little … cool.

Then, as Donnie tried his best to cool his expressions and Heishi swung upwards for what looked like a finishing blow, that the sword exploded in blue light. Heishi screamed, throwing the sword and hitting his shell against the wall as they all stared wide eyed at the bright blue that danced over the sharp wooden stick.

-Meanwhile-

-To Be Continued- (??? If people are interested.)

I thought it would be fun that, for the crossover, they switched media! My comic being written, and my fic being in comic format! :DD

I was so nervous to post this and kinda went blind re-reading it over and over again soooo there are probably grammar/spelling errors I missed. Sorry about that- I might go through and edit them later?

[presidentdisastraofgallifrey]

Rating Every Nu Who Episode: Season 14

The Star Beast: 9/10 DONNA'S BACK!! And I love Rose, and I love that they found a way for it to be ok after all, and I love that the cute sweet innocent beastie was evil. Loses one point though because Rose should not be named Rose because (1) that's confusing and (2) after all the deal with the Doctor needing to move on to current companions, really?

Wild Blue Yonder: 10/10 creepy af and I love that Donna immediately broke everything through coffee. Thought about taking off a point for making me watch through my fingers, but I think that is actually a testament to how good it is.

The Giggle: 9/10 so weird and funny and horrifying and silly! Love that they seem to have realized that if they pile any more trauma on this character he won't be able to function, so he needs to heal a bit. Just a point off because the original Toymaker episode is lost to time.

The Church on Ruby Road: 9/10 I love everything about this episode, especially the impromptu musical number, but it does lose a point for the literal baby-eating goblins because come on guys, really?

Space Babies: 8/10 I'm not as obsessed with this episode as the others this season but I thought it was so, so sweet.

The Devil's Chord: 9/10 loved everything about the plot but it didn't feel like they did enough with the 60's setting. Did enjoy the Maestro SO much and the musical number at the end was great.

Boom: 10/10 perfect use of plot and characters without changing setting hardly at all. Great commentary on war and capitalism etc.

73 Yards: 7/10 because it was a Blink-level setup that I didn't feel paid off very well, with no answers or hints of answers in the end.

Dot and Bubble: 15/10 holy shit. The racism commentary in a way talking about young people on social media instead of old white guys in charge or a distant, historical context. The layers to it. The way you realize after the fact some of the things that could be dismissed definitely having to do with the Doctor's race. The bright and poppy aesthetic. Them literally preferring to die than to let a Black man save them. His confusing mix of anger and pain at this new experience. Instant favorite episode.

Rogue: 10/10 NOW the Doctor has it in him to be gay. He just had to go to therapy first lol. Too bad Rogue immediately vanished. Can't wait for him to come back. Also the cosplay theme was so clever and fun.

The Legend of Ruby Sunday: 7/10 it was fine. Just fine. I liked a lot of it, but it was much less exciting than the previous several.

Empire of Death: 9/10 I really loved it, from Fifteen screaming at the death of the universe to falling back into patterns of blaming himself to the peek at the emptiness it all caused. It loses a point because I wanted a lot more answers about Ruby, the 4th wall breaks, etc, but only one because I trust we'll get those next season.

Bonus Character Rating

Fourteen: 10/10 I love that he's like Ten but not the same, and that he finally gets some recovery time.

Fifteen: 10/10 he is NEW and DIFFERENT but still definitively the Doctor. He is so expressive and so much fun and clearly still traumatized but better than he was.

Ruby: 8/10 not the best companion ever, but she is sweet and fun and I like her.

[mar3ggiata]

professional help, c4. The waltz of the Snowflakes.

simon riley x original character.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs.

song to listen to when reading this: Harden my heart, Quarterflash.

abstract: he can get fucked, and his captain too. it's Jude if you haven't noticed. I have nothing more to add really, he's an ass and I'm not getting paid enough to deal with this shit, see ya. also, forgive me for the swearing it's a real problem I know!!

Well. That didn't exactly go to plan. Simon Whatever, what the fuck is your problem? She called a friend while driving home. 'Salvo, io gli volevo mettere le mani addosso, stu scemu…’ She was going over the speed limit, holding her phone with one hand. ‘Una merda Salvo, mi hanno mandato via come una cretina, son andata, ho parlato, mi ha detto non si puoi fare guagliù, chi cazz si pe me dicr chell c’agg fa oh!’

Now, to all my readers, I will translate. Jude speaks dialect when she's mad, bare with her. Her voice usually drooped an octave when she spoke it to accommodate the guttural and rough sounds of her language. Swear words that would make your racist grandad cry. She was calling Salvatore, she met him in 2021, he was currently deployed in South Korea. She told him she wanted to hit him, she said, they sent me away without hearing me out, they said what you're suggesting can't be done. 'Scusa, cosa hai proposto tu?' She loved Salvo, he was so understanding, he could read her mind. It was refreshing, when she found out he was from the same country as her. Speaking a bit of Italian with him was a break from all the English, the accents and the words she didn't know how to pronounce. 'Cosa ho detto, ho proposto che lo seguissero, anche grazie al cazzo vorrei dire… ( I refuse to translate all the swearing, Jude.) Questi vogliono aspettare e non fare nulla, però mi fanno perdere tempo con ste cazz'e riunioni!' (This means, 'I told them to follow him, obviously. They don't want to do anything, they want to wait and see, and yet they make me go out of my way for these fucking meetings.')

Salvo tried to reassure her that it wasn't really her problem, to which she replied, Arash was her patient. He asked her about the captain, she commented he stood there, watched her argue with his guard dog Lieutenant without saying a word. Coward, she called him. Who's the Lieutenant, he then asked. She told him, maybe she messed up the name a bit, but he seemed to recognise him. 'No, veramente?' He asked. 'Il Fantasma'. That made sense, you know, the mask an all. He told her he was quite famous for his mask and his story, which he didn't fully know. Lots of trauma I think, you could work with him. She parked her car in front of the dance school and got her bag. 'Non me ne fott, possono fare quello che vogliono, non sono io che ci rimetto. Lui nu strunz, fammi dire…' She explained she didn't care anymore and that they could do whatever they wanted. He was a dick, that's what she added, probably referring to the famous Lieutenant.

The girls could sense she wasn't having the best day and didn't want to mess with her. They stood quiet and avoided their usual chatting. They did warm up, barre and some center, she sent them off early. 'Miss Alba, we're gonna start rehearsals soon? For the Nutcracker.' It was Luna that spoke. She almost forgot. 'Yes girls next time.' Shit.

The Waltz of the Snowflakes. That's what she was gonna have to teach them. The owner of the school was crazy, the piece was way too difficult for her class. She didn't have time or strength to explain the piece was not meant for girls that young, she would have to simplify it. She put on a video on her laptop, trying to remember the best she could the original piece. She stripped of her leg warmers and her black shrug. Her mind kept wandering off the meeting with Price, not letting her concentrate. She was mad. Not because she didn’t get her way, they were the ones dying in the Middle East, not her. But because it was fucking humiliating. As a woman as well, you know. Maybe she made a mistake, going in there looking all pretty. But again, why would she sacrifice herself just to earn some basic respect? After she failed her pirouettes for the third time, she decided it was time to go home. She would talk to Arash and, if needed, follow him on her own.

notes: Since this is a shorter chapter (I've been incredibly busy with uni and work), here are some details about Jude:

height: 5’2’’ - eye colour: green - hair colour: blonde

traits: mole on her cheek, slightly crooked nose. mole on her right butt cheek, scar on her knee. at least 30 smaller moles all over her body. small boobie queen.

if she was a colour: dark blue

if she was an animal: killer whale

if she was a place: a forest

if she was a food: spicy pho - motto: for the plot

favourite position in bed: on top/doggy

favourite part of her body: eyebrows, hips

what she looks for in boys: loyalty, someone stable, good manners, honesty.

tattoos: big flower on her back, her grandmas house on ribcage with ivy on it, lavander flower between breasts, dagger on right arm, wine glass and whisky sour ingredients. nike (goddess of victory) statue on left arm, goth looking stars and white ferrari doodle. oui, non written on both knees. heaven written on ankle made with stick and poke needle.

loves to talk about: time, space, her dog, humanity, world wars, greek mythology, vegan recipes, life after death.

do not talk about: her family, weight, fire, not being the best in school and at work.

she would like to: try hotpot, paint pottery, start a podcast, go on more hikes, visit thailand, get another dog, attend a wedding.

she will never: have kids, get married, go to australia, go skiing again after she fell, have plastic surgery, drink beer.

if you’d like to know more stuff about her let me know!!

notes: Salvatore, Salvo for short, is a common southern Italy male name. Salvatore means 'the saviour', Salvo means 'safe'. Full translation of the speech: 'Salvo, I wanted to hit him, this fucker. It went to shit Salvo, they sent me away like I was stupid, I went there I told them what I thought, he said we can't do that, who the hell are you to tell me what I can and cannot do?' 'Sorry, what did you say to them?' 'I told them to follow him, obviously. They don't want to do anything, they want to wait and see, and yet they make me go out of my way for these fucking meetings.'

'No, veramente? Il Fantasma' means 'no, seriously? The Ghost.'

notes: if you want to hear what the dialect sounds like you can hear it in the tv series 'Gomorra' on YouTube.

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[lunatic-pudge]

Postal Dude 4 with a Younger S/O (Requested by glamourghoul)

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This is moreso on the goofy side. I couldn't help myself. I love this man

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-Okay, this is basically the dream for me. An older guy with a younger partner is something I yearn for IRL but then get scared when the opportunity is thrown my way

-And of course this fucker is one of those guys who just gets hotter the older he gets, so it's hard to resist him

-Now Dude is one of those people where he doesn't care about age, as long as it's legal sort of deal (Though I do see him having limits, like not wanting to be with someone who's 18 or 19. Gotta at least be in your 20's). He doesn't actively seek out people older or younger than him

-It just happens that he ends up in a relationship with someone younger (which is you, the cool and kick ass reader). Like, oh you're in your 20's? Cool. Dude remebers when he was in his 20's. He was stuck in a shitty marriage and dealing with the weird people of Paradise

-Though, he'd probably have existential (midlife crisis) crisis if you mention your birth year (What do you mean the year 2000 was 24 years ago?! It was 1998 just yesterday!)

-He's such an old man, I love him. He's not as young and limber as he used to be, so he doesn't go out and do crazy shit often. Every now and then, he will, but he prefers to stay inside and not deal with the crazies

-He does like that you're so much more lively and active then he is. If he did the things you can do, he'd probably break his hip. He probably needs you to massage his old man bones

-Imagine showing his modern stuff like Tik Tok. He'd be so confused at it all. Or show him a current meme. His old ass doesn't get it. The worst part is, he'd be like a cringy parent with it, talking about skibidi toilet and having major rizz. Instant fun killer and almost killing you with his cringe

-But, I do see a plus side here, if you're into more older stuff (think like the 90's, he'd be the perfect person to talk to about it. I just know this man was into the nu mental scene back in the day. He got to enjoy some good shit (I'm not jealous, you are)

-Do I see hom making Daddy jokes cause of the age gap? Yes, yes I do

-Make fun of him for being old. Call him Peepaw Dude. You know no matter how old he gets, he's still gonna relentlessly bully you. So it's only fair to bully him back. Oh, it's his 43rd birthday? Make sure to get some number candles, like 89 or older, and a grandpa birthday card. If you buy him a wheelchair as a joke (or even a rascal if you have that kind of money) his lazy ass would use it. Deck that wheelchair out in Hello Kitty stickers

-Ask him what it was like to live in the Permian Period. Make it seem like he was alive when the dinosaurs were

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: ET Stay Home

( Please come see me on my new patreon and support me for early access to stories and personal story requests :D https://www.patreon.com/NiqhtLord Every bit helps)  

Subject: Species 543-71-D9 Observing Xenologists: Flipip Nu and apprentice team.

Observation Day 1:

We have encountered another primitive species in our travels across the stars. We are still some days away from direct observation but our scanners have detected multiple signal waves emanating from their world which we were easily able to tap into.

Their planet circles a red sun in the green zone providing ample areas for life to develop. The dominant species appears to have developed rudimentary space faring technology but for some reason remain centered on their homeworld.

Reasons for the lack of interstellar exploration remain a point of debate among my fellow researchers. It is possible that we have begun observations at a point of cultural divergence with this technology and the confines of existing sociology norms seeking to hinder it, or that the technology is still in an experimental state and not ready for wide spread production.

While their shuttle craft appear limited we have detected that the species have deployed a number of orbital satellites both positioned around their planet and circling their inner and outer system.

Based off the readings from our current sensors these satellites appear a mixture of signal transference and outward observation. There is a belief among my team that these may act as an early warning system to alert the species to any inbound travelers. As such I have ordered all scrambling jammers activated and set a course that should avoid the majority of them. -------------

Observation Day 13:

The previously plotted course indeed took us past many of the satellites and we have now obtained a stable orbit above the world for closer observations. Our cloak is currently active leaving us protected from all but the most advanced observation equipment; technology at this time we agree is far beyond the means of our current subjects.

Initially we had taken up a position in low orbit just skimming the planet’s atmosphere, but it was quickly discovered that the majority of signals being sent from the satellites were being rebounded back towards the planet’s surface. This proved problematic as our scramblers were still active and began blocking signals in an area roughly half the size of the smallest continent on the surface.

Seeing this would no doubt prompt swift investigation from the planets inhabitants I moved us to high anchor above the planet and reduced the range of our scramblers to the smallest bubble they could achieve and still guarantee our safety. ------------

Day 20:

It has been several days since we moved orbit positions and we have seen no indications that our presence was discovered. This is fortunate for a number of reasons as we have made several surprising discoveries without having to set foot on the world.

With minimal effort from my technical apprentice, we were able to tap into the information network and begin observing the data first hand. I have found it almost beyond belief that the majority of the signals being transmitted back and forth between these satellites are unencrypted and so easily accessible. In a matter of hours we were able to formulate a picture of the species we are dealing with which would normally have taken us weeks of painful close observations from remote drones and limited on site expeditions. The only hindrance as of yet is the sheer volume of data being fed on a daily basis amongst the planets dominant species. We have had to dedicate the majority of our ships computation systems to sifting through the information for critical details.

From what we have gathered so far we have learned that the dominant species is called “Humanity”. A species that has gone through several hundred evolutionary changes to their current standing which has allowed them to establish themselves as said dominant species.

They are proving to be quite perplexing however when it comes to further classification of their social behaviors. Rather than being united as a single species, these “humans” appear to have subdivided themselves into several dozen different castes based around either national lines or genetic origins. Further confounding is their need to then further divide these by genetic traits such as hair, skin, body structure, etc.

Further observation is required. -------------

Day 37:

Earlier today several of my team came to me with a petition to begin first on planet observations from the surface. Their proposal was in response to the continuing conflicting nature of information being transmitted which is causing problems with the legitimacy of the data.

Conflicts are reported by one group of humans while being denied from ever happening by another despite clear evidence. Sub classes of humans are having their genetic heritage questioned without proof and based solely on physical differences that can be observed through sight. Even the origins of their people have been called into question by what appear to be numerous religious beliefs that are shared worldwide.

I admitted that while at first the information being gathered was proving more useful than any field work observation, the continual stream of conflicting information was beginning to show that simply observing the information networks would not be a viable option for further study.

They gave me a detailed plan to land a small landing craft near one of the smaller and more isolated communities dotting the planet and begin observations from there. I told them that I would go over their plan and have a decision for them in the morning.

In truth I am concerned about sending any detachment of my team down to the surface, though I did not openly share my reasons with the others.

While going over the information one night I discovered several dozen entries scattered throughout the human historical records of previous visitors to their world from other planets. Many of these encounters were often harmless glances in the night sky or seeing shadowy figures off in the distance, but a number also were more descriptive and detailed abductions of individuals to be taken and experimented on.

This showed that while technologically inferior to our people, these humans were all too aware that they were not alone in the universe and would most certainly have plans in place for any future encounters. ---------------

Day 38:

I agreed to the proposal of a landing party and the team departed a short while ago.

Despite my still apprehensions we needed a fresh source of data to analyze and having an on the ground team would provide that raw information we needed.

The team will be setting down on the island continent in the southern hemisphere. Orbital scans showed the land to be largely inhabited around the coastline of the continent while the interior was sparsely populated save for small communities.

From the landing site they will observe the local populations from a distance and then relay their findings back to the ship while also gathering samples of not only the planet but of humanity as well.

It’s risky, but the plan seems airtight. I wish them the best of luck. -----------------

Day 39:

I was awoken early in the morning to the panicked distress signals coming from the away team and rushed to the command deck.

Nuk’le, leader of the team, had been injured and their shuttle was heading back to the ship for medical attention. What was worse was that a human was also onboard who had been the one to injure Nuk’le and had been knocked unconscious by one of the other team members before they took off.

It is hard to describe the full spectrum of emotions I was feeling as I stood on the command deck and watched the shuttle’s signal get closer by the minute.

Anger, sorrow, concern, disdain, confusion; all these things swirled within me like a raging maelstrom with no outlet to disperse.

Zu’ru was now in command of the team and I demanded a full report as to what had happened in the few hours I had been away from the command deck. She told me that the team had safely landed at the predetermined landing site without issue and began making their way to the human community several miles away. They had setup their observation post along a ridgeline that overlooked the community and were able to gather many visual data captures and scanning samples of both the humans and the ecosystem when the first indications of a problem began.

The climate shifted without warning and a mighty wind began blowing in from the west. All around them the loose sand of the ground was soon picked up by the wind and the team found themselves in the midst of an intense sandstorm. Nuk’le did not wish the equipment to be damaged by the storm and so ordered the team to retreat back to the shuttle to ride out the storm in safety. Along the way the team had encountered their second problem.

The team had been making their way through the thick sandstorm back to their shuttle when they quite literally stumbled upon a human heading in the opposite direction to the town. They wore a long cloak and scarf that billowed in the wind while their eyes were protected by a pair of crude goggles. On their back was a long metal rod with a wooden handle that Zu’ru recognized as a tool used by hunters of the human culture and deduced that this human must have been on the hunt before the storm hit and was likewise returning home before heading out again.

They simply emerged from the sandstorm clouds like a wraith and came head to head with the team causing Nuk’le to panic and fire off a burst from his stun pistol. The shot went wide and hit the ground in front of the human who in response swung their hunting tool off their shoulder in a smooth motion and fired back at Nuk’le striking him in the shoulder. The crude hunting projectile punctured his suit and embedded itself in his flesh sending him into shock from the pain.

As the human turned their hunting tool on the rest of the party Zu’ru was able to get a second shot off with her own stun pistol and hit the human in the chest. Their hunting device fell from their hands and they collapsed to the ground as well while the team began tending to Nuk’le.

With the team leader seriously injured and the secrecy of the mission now compromised Zu’ru made a judgement decision to take both Nuk’le and the human hunter back to the ship. Some of the team wished to merely kill the human, but Zu’ru stated that the human had acted in self-defense and that it was Nuk’le who was at fault. Furthermore, there was no telling what would happen if the human did not return to the community. They had no idea what social standing they had or who they even were and the risk could endanger any future missions to the planet; so they would take him back to the ship, inject him with a memory altering drug, then return him the following day and hope that the community would believe that the human had just become lost in the sandstorm.

While I commended Zu’ru for her dedication as a scientist, I also criticized her and the rest for being so careless.

The damage had been done though and at this point I can only hope we can mitigate how far it spreads. -------------

Day 39 B:

The ship is in full quarantine lock down. All crew save for security personnel are confined to quarters until further notice.

No sooner had the shuttle landed in the hangar bay did the human wake up. For whatever reason the stun setting on our pistols did not affect the human as long as it should have and they regained their motor functionality as the landing ramp lowered and the science team began filing out of the shuttle.

One of the team had moved the human to a portable table and was preparing them to be moved to the medical wing when the human pulled a metallic blade of some sort from their clothing and slashed out at them. The blade cut deep and the team member recoiled as a deep gash opened up along their arm.

Before anyone could react the human was up and sprinting down the ramp. Confused by the sudden appearance of the human and the cries of pain from the newly injured team member, the rest of the landing party panicked and scattered around the hangar bay in their attempts to put distance between themselves and the human. Zu’ru was the only one to react and pulled out her stun pistol to again incapacitate the human.

I can only assume that the human recognized the weapon from before as no sooner did Zu’ru draw the weapon did the human quickly dodge the first shot by flattening themselves against the floor. They then proceeded to dodge all subsequent shots by rolling along the decking until they bumped into one of the fleeing landing party members.

Placing the knife directly at the crew members throat the human used the crew member as a living shield, blocking any shots Zu’ru would fire for fear of hitting her own comrade.

I rushed down to the hangar bay with a security detail and several medical staff to tend to the wounded and we stormed into the hangar from the access portals opposite the shuttle. This turned out to be a terrible move as no sooner had the corridor doors opened to let us in did the human push their hostage at Zu’ru thus knocking her over and then breaking into the corridor.

It was then I came face to face with the human for the first time. Their face was still covered with the previous trappings Zu’ru had reported, but for a moment I caught a glimpse of something behind those goggles as the light reflected off them.

It was a primal fear that was understood by every living species, regardless of where they came from.

The human was terrified and running on pure instinct.

They shoved me back as they entered the corridor, knocking back several of the medical and security personnel that had accompanied me. One of the security detail had been smart and had positioned themselves to the side of the door rather than in front of it. They brought their weapon down hard in an attempt to physically knock out the human as soon as they stepped into the corridor.

Stopping their forward momentum with a heavy footfall the human jerked their head back at the last second leaving the security officer unbalanced. They then brought up their crude knife and stabbed directly through the exposed section of their security armor around the neck leaving a bright stream of purple blood as the blade cut through flesh and embedded itself in their skull.

The human made to retrieve it but the other members of the security detail began firing wildly and so the human instead left the blade and sprinted down the opposite end of the corridor soon to be followed by the rest of the security team.

I stayed with the medical team as they cared for the injured and began enacting quarantine procedures via my comlink to the command deck.

Not only was there now a rogue alien aboard the ship, they seemed very keen on the ways of dealing out death. ---------------

Day 40:

It has been several hours since quarantine was enacted and yet still the human runs loose.

What’s worse is that they have avoided the security detail and are now at large inside the ship.

I have no idea how they managed it with quarantine procedures in effect but just as the security detail had them cornered the human simply vanished into thin air.

Security is now going through a deck by deck sweep of the ship to find the human while internal scanners go over every corridor and room searching for their life signs.

I’ve given up sleep for now and have taken up my position in the command deck to better help coordinate the search. Though my body is running on fumes I still find ways to keep myself awake and alert. One such method being focusing on the annoying guttering sound now coming from the air vents above the command deck.  It was not there when I was last on the command deck but now it’s ever present sound is helping me stay awake.

Once the human was captured I will need to detail a work crew to get up there and repair those vents for peace of mind. They claim it is too small for them and that we should use robots instead but I know that there is enough room for…for……

Oh no.

*Garbled metallic sound in the background as something metal falls heavily to the ground*

*Several voices all shouting at once sound off followed shortly by weapons fire*

*Audio log ends*

[sparkbeast20]

The WHB devil/angel/human boys with an MC whose personality is similar to Eiden’s from Nu: Carnival

Okay this is going to be a long one.

Now, from my knowledge of Eiden's personality. He loves teasing (shown with Edmond and Dante and maybe Quincy though he always lose with him), And be sweet, (With Blade, Garu/Karu and Yakumo), and Knows them while (Kuya... at times XD) and Horny. Eiden is a person that knows what his clan (Partners) need or is dealing with.

So I'm going to spilt the WHB boys by how MC would act with them.

I might do a part 2 with the other characters I didn't do here (I'm drawing a blank cause I want to make them different from each other.)

Teasing

Dantalian- Oh boy, this little boy loves getting angry and just throw himself in danger, so what better way for MC to keep him from his suicidal path is teasing him. Instead looking down at him for wearing the school boy uniform, MC calls him cute. That got him all flustered.

Stolas- Another Angry boy. But he's is as obvious cause he just wants to be king (Insert Lion King song XD) When Stolas start ranting, MC listens, and when there's a flaw in his reasoning MC smile and say something on the line "Do you really thing that they'll take you seriously if you do that" And that's how the two go back and forth, with MC have this smug grin on their face.

Bimet- MC can't not with his self-importance attitude, when he start talking about his job and how Mammon relays on him. But soon turned "Me talk" MC has this blank start, and when Bimet Notice he calls them out and MC does is act dumb, in the back of their mind they can just walk circle around Bimet.

Leraye- He mention that he doesn't miss and MC know it. So when MC ask for him to teach them some tips to have as good of a accuracy as he does, MC can see him huff his chest proudly. But Leraye guide MC, him leaning from behind, both hands are over MC's with they are holding his sniper. MC seductively ask Leraye if their doing it right and he get's all flustered within a second and BOOM! MC pulls the trigger, cause Leraye to be hot and bothered. and that want MC wanted. And Leraye tries to keep his composure.

Sweet/Being a softy

Eligos- Good boy? He is a Good boy. When he returns from a battle, he immediately goes to MC. Why? cause he knows that he'll get all the praise and head pats he wants from them. MC sees him and he tells them all the things he did. MC's hearts melt with how adorable Eligos is. Additional cuteness, if he as if he lay his head onto MC's lap while they stroke his head. MC can't say no to him.

Paimon- Well Paimon just love chilling with MC and vice versa. Its either they talk about their interest and Paimon loves styling MC (either messy like putting sticker on them or love seeing MC in the clothes he choose for them) And MC love every moment of.

Bael- Give this man a hug, MC they might not say it but they know that Bael is a bit conflicted with his current situation, MC feeling sorry for him. So whenever they meet MC talks to him or just hangs out.

Knows them well

Sitri- As being Satan's right hand, Sitri at times stress (either having to give Satan update about the region and the other nobles or dealing with the other nobles antics) So that's when MC comes in, MC ask him but he won't say anything, but they know by just seeing how is his, they immediately knows what to do. subtly they suggest having tea and just talking.

Gusion- If MC is good at math, Gusion would put them into the test with how good their math skills are, but increasing the difficulty every time. And MC as stubborn and determine they are proves that they can do it. You might see a fade blush on Gusion cheek.

This is so far I can write for now, but again I want to do the others, but my writing juices is almost dried up XD

[ladyhindsight]

The title refers to the point in this chapter where Jace takes Clary to witness the Wild Hunt riding across the night sky. Which, I would’ve liked to believe, was more foresight in terms of the rest of the story whenever new concepts appear, but then I remembered the Wild Hunt will be relevant right in the next book. So not a lot of foresight after all. Disappointment more like since this is the first time it is mentioned in the whole of TSC.

This chapter opens up with Jordan and Maia in the Praetor House. They are feeling awkward together so Jordan goes to take a shower and Maia is left pondering on things.

→ What still is beyond my understanding is why Maia (and Jordan) are so invested in Jace. They have no comprehensible connection nor a relationship, and the last time Maia and Jace had any meaningful interaction, it was in City of Ashes when Jace antagonized the whole pack of werewolved because of his self-imposed angst fest.

→ “She sprung up.” Because adverbs < actual verbs

→ The shadows were closing in. Because filtering < not separating reader from the action

Maia then joins Jordan in the shower and they do the yucky-yuck. We cut to the Team Good where Jocelyn finally learns that Clary has left to join Jace and Sebastian. Jocelyn blames Simon for letting Clary leave so easily. Then Magnus tells Jocelyn that no one can stop Clary for doing what she thinks is right and that Clary is a great deal like her mother. Which supposedly serves as a burn.

I don’t know what it is, why Jocelyn must be called “Clary’s mother” every given opportunity (or Clary Jocelyn’s daughter for that matter) when we know who she is, and, for example, Maryse is mostly always called Maryse. I am sick of it.

→ of course Magnus must have known Jocelyn/her when she was young, (also thank you, Simon, for explaining the obvious.)

→ I also feel that recap to be incredibly unnecessary, so just: when she betrayed Valentine and the Circle. Because who are you trying to win sympathy points for here?

Isabelle then stands up for Simon and berates Jocelyn.

It’s worthy to note that Clary’s own decisions and consequences on those decisions are blamed on everyone else available than her. Clary is reckless because of Jocelyn trying to protect her, not that Clary has a brain or mind of her own, yet the blame never lands on her. I would regard this more leniently if Isabelle threw some selfishness into the mix, like “if her actions meant that she would get her brother back then so be it”, but as of now, it has nothing to do with anything else than other characters sticking up for Clary for the sake of sticking up for Clary because no blame, no matter what, will fall on her.

Also, when had Clary ever said that, and also once again, with their trackrecord, they don't know each other or have known each other long enough for Clary to make such statements. Are you sure you aren't trying to just tell me stuff again?

Jocelyn is upset and gets more upset, and of course her upset with Simon especially could be read as that she can’t berate Clary for making such dangerous moves at the moment. But none of that will ever come anyway, so I dislike this whole conversation no matter what.

Even if Jocelyn is trying to scare them with consequences of their secrecy (or rather, Simon’s) and punishment by the Clave, it’s still so counterproductive. The Clave has given up on Jace. Jace, currently, is to be killed on sight alongside Sebastian. What on earth does Jocelyn think the Clave is going to do to Clary who joined these people on her own volition once it learns her part in this?

Jocelyn throws a tantrum while leaving, and Magnus suggests they get to the summoning of Azazel, the Prince of Hell who makes weapons, to inquire about one that could separate Jace from Sebastian.

We then cut to Clary and Jace on their date and it’s all incredibly boring.

Nu-uh. The em-dash serves no purpose when the only following clause includes just one thing.

→ Jace and Clary spent the day wandering through mazelike tiny streets that ran along…

Ha ha. Straight men joking about being gay. Funny. Also tasteless and gross as to getting someone drunk for sex.

Nu-uh. There's a lot of these throughout the book but gotta point them out every once in a while.

Cut back to Jordan and Maia who have had their steamy moment in the shower and are now lying in Jordan’s bed. They are talking when someone knocks on the door and calls for Jordan to go see Praetor Scott.

Their whole interaction in this chapter has been canoodling each other, and the urgency to help Luke has disappeared entirely. No, they don’t have all the time in the world when they specifically came to the Praetor House to help Luke from dying which he is rather actively doing at the moment. Though Maia probably means they have all the time they need in general, not just in this moment, it is still put up against the urgency in the story, which does not work.

Team Good is preparing to summon Azazel. Simon laments how animals don’t like him anymore now that he is a vampire but Chairman Meow is unbothered.

This doesn’t really fit in here. It cuts the flow between two sentences that should be consecutive.

→ Simon was taking a moment to rest and drink some coffee; it stayed down well, and the caffeine took the edge off the beginning prickles of hunger. Magnus, as it turns out, hadn’t been joking about the candles. All afternoon, they had been helping Magnus set the scene for raising Azazel.

It’s still clunky, but at least the effects of caffeine that are so far removed from the rest of the idea in this paragraph don’t interrupt each other.

Magnus then calls for them—Simon, Alec, and Isabelle—to gather around. We then cut to Maia and Jordan, and I’m so disappointed every time that happens. Praetor Scott presents them with the cure for Luke’s problem. Then Raphael makes an appearance to complain about Maureen having gone rogue and how the Praetor Lupus hasn’t made any headway as to her because they’ve (or Nick who is assigned to her case) been unable to find her.

These are teenage characters, I'll give you that, but this is also incredibly juvenile way to discuss sex or people having it. The idea that someone has to take notice, an adult no less, is weird and frankly also gross. Why does Scott need to care what the hell two horny teenagers are up to or even comment on it or even take notice?

It's closely related to Clare's need to have her intercharacter relationships and intimacy validated by an audience. Someone has to see or know, and it is so tiring that nothing can happen without constantly bringing it into focus or it being treated as a newsletter.

How has Sebastian and the disappearance of Jace incapacitated the whole of the Clave—all of the Nephilim—that they are unable to even continue with their daily duties? Clave sucks and that is the message Clare does put forward a lot, but how come the whole entire earth is so unable to take action, to aid New York, since their Conclave is so busy dealing with this disappearance that they aren’t even doing anything substantial about?

The Clave has no structure other than the Inquisitor, the Consul, and then the heads of the Institutes that lead their own Conclaves. It’s inadequate and unorganized and this will not change no matter how much Clare complains about the Clave she herself created. No one calls for more structure, does not create more positions to take on the load. There is essentially no progress because I don't think Clare sees this as one of the many flaws of the Clave. I think Clare believes this to be solid organization structure.

Why didn’t Raphael handle this himself in the first place? Even if he wanted to utilize “legal” or professional avenues first, he’s still going to handle it himself if these fail, so why not cut to the chase? Because we wouldn’t know about Maureen otherwise, though this knowledge comes at the expense of Raphael being a pretty ineffective leader of his clan.

Then the rest of the chapter is about Clary and Jace and their date and their canoodling because that’s pretty much all they do in their one-on-one scenes. Here Jace takes Clary to a boat to see the Wild Hunt, and then they have to escape because the boat owner comes, and yep. A lot happens in this chapter but at the same time it’s filled up with a lot of unnecessary and stupid prose.

[wordsandrobots]

OK, let's see. Extravagant sci-fi setting, check. Plucky young protagonists, check. Ancient Gundam that winds up in their hands, check. Mysterious masked opponent with a hidden connection to our heroes, check. Mega corporation doing ethically dubious experiments, check. Space-spanning treasure-hunt, check. Pirates, check.

The realisation this whole thing needs to have an entire second act dealing with the emotional fall-out of the plot-as-originally-conceived for which I need to somewhere figure out a narrative within which to structure the consequent drama and feelings? Check.

Hi, yes, I've spent today doing the plot-outline for the hypothetical sequel to Wishing on Space Hardware (itself a fanfic sequel series to Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans, currently approaching its conclusion and the 600,000 word mark) that I am still attempting to fool myself into thinking I'm not writing.

Here's the bare-bones of it under a spoiler cut (it's spoilers for the series and I suppose for WoSH too, slightly).

The setting: The Crown of Jupiter, a resort colony orbiting, well, Jupiter, that plays host to mobile suit battles as a form of gladiatorial entertainment, something which has sprung up after a period of conflict that left a lot of pilots without work now things have calmed down. Your basic glitzy hive of tourist traps, dubiously-legal pastimes and abusive entertainment industries.

Our heroes: Jaén, a young woman who's managed to become the reigning champion of the duelling arena in the course of an investigation into the dealings of the Outer Sphere Development Corporation, and Akatsuki Augus Mixta-Bernstein, who is as surprised to find himself being pulled out of a stasis capsule on a ship bound for the Jupiter stations as she is to discover him there.

(Important note: Jaén is a lesbian and Akatsuki is . . . I'm honestly not quite sure yet? But either way, if they end up as friends, they won't be romantic partners. Indeed, unlike WoSH, I'm not picturing this as a story where romance is a key theme.)

The Gundam: ASW-G-40 Räum -- "The Forthieth Spirit is Räum. He is a Great Earl; and appeareth at first in the form of a Crow, but after the Command of the Exorcist he putteth on Human Shape. His office is to steal Treasures out King’s Houses, and to carry it whither he is commanded, and to destroy Cities and Dignities of Men, and to tell all things, Past, and what Is, and what Will Be; and to cause Love between Friends and Foes. He was of the Order of Thrones. He governeth 30 Legions of Spirits; and his Seal is this, which wear thou as aforesaid." Jaén's mobile suit; I'm thinking the Nu Gundam's colour scheme.

A mysterious masked man: works as the bodyguard/assistant for an OSDC executive overseeing the experiments Jaén is looking into. Displays some unusual physical attributes and, yes, uses a red mobile suit. Mask is patterned after the Gjallarhorn soldier helmet, leaving the jaw exposed but otherwise concealing much of the head. More than this, I cannot yet say (because plot twists).

Pirates: Yes, pirates. Also some ex-Gjallarhorn mercenaries, a rookie mobile suit fighter with delusions of grandeur, Calamity War secrets, an information dealer with a sordid past, dramatic family connections, the weight of paternal legacy, and -- much to my surprise -- Tomomi Bernstein. But that part, at least, is going to be saved for fic #2.

I will keep this to a two-part series if it kills me.

Mainly because I don't expect there's enough plot here to necessitate more than that, and I doubt focusing on Akatsuki and inventing a co-lead/supporting cast for him will have as much of an audience as doing stuff with all the canon characters I've been writing up to now.

However, I am forced to concede that I now have a solid grasp on what this story is about, so it stands a fair chance of becoming something I actually write. We shall see.

[dapurinthos]

how attack of the clones is going in this fic, so far, going up the scale from 'this is fine' to 'this is fine (actually everything is on fire)':

lene kostana: the chillest. furthest from the action, has no idea what happened on coruscant, observing the red honeycomb zone. left padawan with jocasta nu to supervise. beginning to have a bad feeling about this. darth sidious: lightly alert for anything that could be a threat to his plans. has an ace up his sleeve that's going to cause problems for everyone except himself. kal skirata: apparently here, instead of being content with being passed a message. bribeable with snacks for his boys. may have been told 'i don't know. sit on him?' when asking 'how am i supposed to keep a jetii from doing something?' obi-wan kenobi: rumpled and confused. was sat upon by several of kal's boys (null-class arc troopers) so he wouldn't go to geonosis. did not get any uj cake. constant receptor of the 'i'm watching you' gesture from kal. anakin skywalker: has killed only three sand people! congratulations, anakin! you are the only one being fixed! qui-gon jinn: woken up from coma by anakin using the force like it's his livejournal c. 2002. without using a cut. has no idea what's been going on for the last decade. politely baffled. jocasta nu: is going to hunt darth tyranus for sport on eriadu. they allow that sort of thing there. darth tyranus: regretting several key life choices, most recently deciding to mind-probe araithana. currently dealing with 1) being shown how he dies, 2) being forcibly reminded of That Murder, 3) thinking his current guest-hostage also has visions. araithana pallopides: nebulous hostage, claimed as guest. moved all the moveable furniture in darth tyranus's geonosian tower by 3cm to the left and back. also regretting darth tyranus's life choices. unknowingly repeating sifo-dyas's exact last words before That Murder. and prom the geonosis accord meeting is tomorrow!

i'm going to go back to writing between the ice crypt trip and introducing anakin skywalker to pre-republic plays with a droid chorus, which concludes with:

The Chorus continues as a harried Knight Kenobi arrives and is promptly bullied into playing the Indrexu to Skywalker’s Xim, my Oziaf, and Aayla’s Xer, much to Master Windu’s sly amusement. By the end of our recitation, Aayla has decided that Xer is now haunting the play by heckling the patricidal Xim through mispronouncing his name on purpose, there’s an audience of nearly two dozen people, Master Windu has vanished back to his duties, and Betsy has never missed a line.

betsy (the chorus) is a b1 commander droid confiscated after the battle of naboo. betsy does not have a preferred gender other than 'it', has been reprogrammed by the temple's research and development department, and is now subject to many experiments to see how capable of learning it is.

[chthonicgodling]

lmao @marscats37’s tags on that Ares n’ Ker post about how Ker just couldn’t care less that Thanatos is ✨deceased✨ like. yeah. that thought has inspired this tangent. whoops accidentally wrote an essay! also I didn’t proofread this at all so I’m sorry if this doesn’t make ANY sense

disclaimer ig yes thanatos has done awful awful things but that’s not what I’m talking about right now so bear with me - ANYWAY -

my point begins with, it’s funny because in current canon and for QUITE some time prior I’m always talking about Thanatos in the past tense like oh he Did That and he Traumatized This Person and Because of Him This Is Like This — like now he’s just the ~villain ghost of the narrative~

but for a while he WAS a character who would actually appear in the Elysiumverse, not even just to show up and cause a bloody scene (he did that too 😔) but prior to Neo’s kidnapping that got him arrested sometimes he would just Be There™ loosely in the Underworld to be a bitch to Maci and Tory (the contents of those convos are heavily from the before-april-thought-to-archive-things-time and are mostly lost to the sands of time) -

and the POINT of this rambling is that like, delightfully I think the personality and character of Thanatos is something that I don’t get to talk about much lately or right now!?? we know he was among the most despicable assholes in the elysium’verse and we know his list of egregious crimes and we know that By The Time We (as in, you all, as in the events that I mostly ever talk about here) Got To Meet Him he was already on a spiral down into the full unmasked supervillainry that led to his downfall— but like. what was he like to interact with beforehand.

…..as an aside please know that even with Maci’s history with him and even though she remained terrified of him at her core, Maci had buried all that down (to not deal with for. Years) and so whenever she and thanatos ran into each other in those aforementioned beforetimes - which wAS MORE TIMES THAN YOU’D THINK - their interactions were less “cowering from a scythe” that you might be imagining and more “loudly bickering at each other bc Maci couldn’t let him know he was getting to her” so that’s. Yes yes before Thanatos reactivated™ he was more of a nuisance fggkfk

BUT ANYWAY

and so, in regards to Thanatos and Ker……. What WAS he like to interact with beforehand well. Ker can tell you! oh she fuckin couldn’t stand him LOLL. sure they considered each other allies - despite being distant siblings they did I think hook up quite… frequently which. okay yeah gross but Greek mythy disclaimer, and this is hardly the worst thing they’ve ever done at least not tHANATOS - insufferable as she found him he was attractive at least I mean 😐 anyway - but Ker like. did not LIKE him?!!!

Ker IS an Elysium villain but honestly…. really JUST due to her relationship with Chal, don’t forget Ker has never actually DONE anything against maci and Tory other than allow Chal to be born as a weapon against them (Thanatos’s idea) and stand there menacingly when Neo was kidnapped (and rip Chal’s shoulder off at the time). She’s disliked Maci because fucking everyone dislikes Maci and disliked Tory because Maci really plucked this destined-to-die-mortal up and ascended him out of deaths grip how dare He Do That but like. Ker’s priority has always been her job and duty as Death

And so her relationship with Thanatos is 1) obligation based - based on the fact that he’s the only other death and if anything happened to him she’d have more work to do. dddddid she kinda sorta definitely encourage his murdery tendencies when he was a fucked up child!! okay yes she did do that but. he took that and ran with it. Like I said Thanatos and Ker ARE siblings many centuries apart and the concept of a second death exists because Ker (and Morpheus, that’s another story) had gone to the fates long before Thanatos was born to get some Fucking Help. and then this is what she ended up with?!!! because number TWO-

her relationship w him was ANNOYANCE BASED!??? because thanatos did not ever give a shit about his own duty and instead was constantly distracted murdering people he wasn’t supposed to (Ker did cover for him, so I guess that’s a crime to add to her own list) . He was constantly getting tangled in needless drama that HE started all the time with the palace or with whoever he was tormenting at the time. To be fair…….. Ker did absolutely enable all this to happen so again she’s not like,a good person but her allyship with thanatos was soooo reluctant lol

Like, Thanatos annoyed the shit out of her! At his “height” he was popular and charismatic and chatty (in the underworld - on olympus he was bitchier, as warranted<33 tho he did schmooze with Ares too who was like. I see right thru u dude you’re fucked up gtfo). he was constantly wrapped up with his stupid little schemes and power plays while Ker and her all business zero sense of humor personality was like. fucking god can you focus. literally like? Evil deathy version of Dog Person/Cat Person.

when thanatos came to her as his own insanity was ramping up and was like Can You Do Me A Favor Pleaase Please Pleeeeeeaaaaseeeee I Need You To Have An Evil Baby With Me her response was basically are you fucking kidding me. he got her to agree with the promise that a double death born god would be evil and cool. (It was Chal, and she was not either of those things fgkkfg). but it was also to get him to just stop whining at her about it.

Meanwhile, Thanatos - knew Ker hated him, first of all - but also knew that she was/is WAY stronger than him, as she could (and did. Sometimes. When he was particularly irritating) break bones or make anyone spit up ichor with just a blink of her eye as goddess of violent death - and so Thanatos calculated that he could not afford to have her an as enemy. but… Thanatos also HATED that she was stronger than him, raging cocky misogynist beneath the surface that he was. and so to her face he tolerated her back and even batted his eyelashes and acted as companion and ally— but seethed under his breath about having to feign friendship and respect to Some Dumb Bitch

…and every time Ker HEARD HIM SAY THAT UNDER HIS BREATH she’d snarl at him until he backed down fgkgkg

and so once Neo was born and Ker realized that SHE DIDNT NEED THANATOS ANYMORE she really checked the fuck out of the situation and just. Politely waited for him to fucking die. it did take a few years but sure enough he was euthanized and in exchange Ker got Neo, who despite being the daughter of the prince and princess that she really disliked was… comparatively not that bad.<333 and they all lived happily ever after

so in conclusion!!! yes Ker didn’t gaf that thanatos was gone lmao. not in the slightest. Thanatos and Melinoe were committing murders for each other’s honor during the height of their villainy but when Thanatos was exploded into literal chunks, KER was like….. :-) hmm ok. that’s fine.

this went all over the place but I hope this has been a fun look at a separately bizarre dynamic taking place on the outskirts of Elysium this whole entire time <3 the end

[i-am-winterborn]

Current album obsession: The Book of Broken Glass By Sarah and the safeword

Something totally new and weird that I'm gonna try to do when i have feelings about albums I'm gonna break them down track by track and talk about them

Sarah and the Safe Word is a dark cabaret band from Atlanta Georgia fronted by Sarah Rose. they are currently my favorite band and I wanted to break down this album and talk about it so if what I have to say about it seems interesting please give The Book of Broken Glass a listen

Track one: A Wake, Violet Makes Her Wish The opener to our album setting the mood with a simple poem "Several years of sorrow without breathing Mourn the dead Lamps are out of midnight oil Lost lovers and lost friends Now, the jury's hung No kingdom come Sold bones to pay the rent Let us gather 'round the fire once more and sing Sing while light is left" Its simple and sets the mood as our main character violet attends a funeral and starts our story

Track two: Ruby Off The Rails Track two introduces us to Ruby Violets mother and and delves into a ritual used to summon Something that isn't fully explained delving into the occult and gothic themes of the album

Track Three: Old Lace Old lace leans heavy into the dark cabaret sound that the band has established in previous albums the song deals with feelings of ego death and the loss of identity.

Track Four: A Little Evil Never Hurt Anyone The Sluttiest song on this album its dancy its fun and its all about doing things you know you shouldn't. its meaning is in the title and the chorus "Just do it in anger Just do it for fun A little evil never hurt anyone"

Track Five: No One’s Home My interpretation of this song is that it delves into Sarah finding out more information about her father learning that he wasn't what he seems that he's something not human and so is she.

Track Six: But Tonight! We Dance! Ft. Dog Park Dissidents This song is fantastic and Dancy and features queer punk duo Dog Park Dissidents its also in my interpretation of the album when Violet starts to die

Track Seven: Too Dressed Up To Die THE STRINGS IN THIS SONG!! the violin work in the song is by far the best part its really all i can gush about as far as the story of the album goes violet is absolutely dying here

Track Eight: Soldiers Of Rock N’ Roll Ft. Chumbawamba No really it features Chumbawamba and it fucks it is an amazing song and starts pushing into a heavier sound before the next song does a full Genre switch. Story wise something is absolutely saving Violet here

Track Nine: All The Rage Ft. Jamee Cornelia Here we have a genre switch to a Nu Metal song and that's not me being discouraging its amazingly done you don't notice that's what happened till the rap breakdown hits but then it hits and its mind blowing

Track Ten: Broken Crowns, Forgotten Pageants Sarah Rose Flexes everything her voice can do here. this song really Transends influence in my mind it is Sarah rose and nothing else and it is beautiful.

Track Eleven: Sky On Fire Another beautiful song with fantastic work from the violins The line in this song that really stands out to me in relation to the story of the album is "But if I ever had a father Then I know his name was John" her grappling with her memory's of her father and finding out what he really was

Track Twelve: A Sleep: The Owl Makes His Offer We opened with a wake and close with a sleep this is the best song on the album bar none but for it to hit properly you have to listen to the rest of the album all i can say about it is that its possibly the best song I've ever heard and it ends with the same poem that we opened this album with.

Track Thirteen: X So this song requires some context Sarah Rose is a transgender woman and this song is Violet regretting never coming out to her father as trans and her transitioning "And all that I want is your chance to see tomorrow In a skin that I can live in Or a life that wasn't borrowed" the song is a beautiful way to end the album and that's the album give it a listen and feel free to rb with your thoughts and opinions

[elecalice]

This whole post is a pure excuse to talk/gush about Mega Man robots and Doctor Who Cybermen

[NOTE FOR THE WHOVIANS: I haven't watched a lot of DW since I haven't watch it for YEARS, and I haven't watched a lot of episodes during that time. I tried to do a lot of research and posts since I got fixated with the Cybermen these days. So even if I got some details right... I might get some info wrong. As well as some personal interpretation. So please, be patient with me. I'll try to get into the show at some point]

Current mood: "I Love Robots!!"

Me: Mega Man robots

Also Me: CYBERMEN

I also getting into MD to but yeah.

This week I decided to investigate about the Cybermen, even if I haven't watched Nu Who it since I lost BBC Entertainment, but I LOVED it when I watched it. I remembered them and I checked videos about them and well... I'm in Robot-Brainrot mode.

But. Okay. Let me liberate my love.

[GASP]

I ADORE the Cybermen since I ADORE the idea of playing around on what makes a human STILL a human!!

Since the Cybermen were former humans, but they had to "upgrade" themselves (with consent or mostly NOT) in order to survive. From what I understand, once a Cybermen, there's no way you'll come back as a human. Which is REALLY sad and tragic... ;-;

Being a human may suck a LOT at times, like mental illnesses, being sick or medical problems in general, painful experiences like death, trauma, etc. But...

Even if I'll adore the idea of becoming a robot, I WOULD NOT want to become a Cyberman. I want to be a MegaMan-esque Robot, but NOT a Cyberman.

It's funny since these two are totally drastic robots. Mega Man and the rest of the robots, either Robot Masters, Reploids, Carbons, and so one... Those have unique designs, personalities, abilities, etc. They're robots and yet, they act human. They feel pain, they feel emotions... They have human attitudes. And from the X series and forward, actual free will. And even from ZX series, Reploids and Humans later evolve to become one, that later culminated with the Carbons. Now that I think about it and being reminded that in Legends, humans don't longer exist... that's still sad. But at least the Carbons have HUMANITY.

The Mega Man robots have HUMANITY. Emotions, personalities, relationships, goals, even free will.

Meanwhile, the Cybermen, while they're constantly upgrading and changing appearences (from the ones to Mondas, to Telos, and then so on to the modern ones)... They're still act in a hive mind, they still want to assimilate others to their painful and DEHUMANIZING procress of conversion. You may gain a powerful and strong body; may be inmune of death and illnesses, physical AND mental; and more... But you're NOT LONGER HUMAN. You're just a Cyberman now, and one of the possible thousands of Cybermen. You'll just a pawn. You're not longer unique, one of the precious traits of humans. You don't longer have personal goals, feelings, emotions...

You're upgraded, but at what cost? YOUR WHOLE HUMANITY

It doesn't help when you're forced to become a Cybermen. There's a reason the emotional inhibitor is a thing. You'll going to suffer once you see yourself become a metallic pawn. Like "This is not me... I want my body and face back". Body dysmorphia must be HORRIBLE to deal with.

So... yeah. It's ironic that I love fictional robots and that I adore Mega Man, and yet I'm currently fixated with the Cybermen. And these two are COMPLETELY total opposites. That could be good material for crossover.

I'll try to get back to Nu Who when I can. But Yeah. I ADORE the Cybermen. No matter the design, I adore all of them. The original Classic ones are cool. I'll admit that I'm fond of the Nu Who ones since I did watched them and again, I love Robots. But... I'll admit. I'm fascinated by the Mondasian ones, since they're really creepy and sad that they used to be human, now turned into... them.

Okay. I'm done with the fangirl ramblings of this post.

Tschuss! Chao!

[dodomedic]

guess what I was offered full time

unfortunately they offer me 26.24 and acted like it was a big deal

I currently work with them at 29.24 when I complained about the low ball offer they said 27.50; "but I'll need training."

the job is the same job I have been doing for two fucking years, the people who deem me untrained aren't people I even work with. Nu-uh I know the moving goal posts, you'll never win. Best to avoid them all together.

I talked to my coworkers they all say just ask for your current per diem rate. which I will do and if they don't take it I'll work PRN again for them, and probably leave for an interventional radiology job since I have two years of experience, and have been self certified in several other modalities. I am CREDIT to team.

I kinda want to do angio now... I have all these credentials and it seems like they don't amount to an actual job.

[arnoldlucariotw]

I'm not sure if anyone is actually looking forward to new content from me anymore or even seeing this post on your homepage, but here's an announcement.

I currently can't normally sign in to my Twitter (or now called X) anymore. I'm finding a way to deal with it recently, but I'm not confidence about whether the account will actually come back.

I'll try. I'll definitely try to recover my account in any possible way I can think of, and I'm trying about the last way to recover.

I need to figure out what ID I should use if I really need to create a new acc and make it main. Currently there are three IDs in my mind. I'll list them all below.

One is very straightforward: ArnoldLucarioTWMKII, which means Arnold Lucario Taiwan Mark II.

Another is ArnoldLucarioTWnew, which is straightforward, too, it meaning Arnold Lucario Taiwan New. The "new" in the ID can choose to write in a shorter form "nu". It's an option, too.

The other is relatively different. Since I may start posting design stuff, such as static design and motion design, so I make ArnoldLucarioDesign an Twitter / X ID option. Static design including UI/UX design or other stuffs that's designing a thing that can put in to static image files. Motion design including app transition animation, lyric video or random meaningless animation.

Please let me know your choice by clicking the poll or comment below this post. If you have any other ideas, feel free to comment below, too! Maybe the ID you figure out is better than every option I've ever figured. Thank you for your patience reading this long article and your vote. Have a nice day!

[freespiderjazz]

What's The Deal With Genre? Vol. 1

The Problems With Genre

Oftentimes when I'm really listless and happen to be on my laptop I go to one of my favorite sites:

This site is (or was :\) a website updated by a Spotify employee (Glen McDonald) that mapped a dizzying array of genres from across the spectrum of music and all over the world, mapped loosely by mood, and tempo, and a few other factors. If you're interested in a more in depth discussion on the raison d'etre and a bit of the mechanics of this now static site, they posted a great essay here:

https://everynoise.com/engenremap.html#otherthings

It's a tool, or more accurately a map, that you can lose yourself in for hours. Arabic Hip Hop? Zydeco? Nu Gabber? Gujarati Pop? Almost any genre you can think of (and many hundreds beyond the scope of my imagination at the time) are sprawled out in the gradient flowchart. Each links to a set of playlists, an Intro, Sound Of, and a Pulse (Most current releases). I've used everynoise to keep expanding my horizons and push myself out of my comfort zone, and for that I am eternally grateful. More recently however, and with it's passing into more of a relic than a breathing organism, I've turned to it with a more critical eye: hoping it can help me organize doubts and questions I have about music genres themselves.

The Everynoise Map: Organization For The Western Ear?

In the about page for the site, McDonald describes the maps organization in paradoxically visceral and vague terms. "The calibration is fuzzy, but in general down is more organic, up is more mechanical and electric; left is denser and more atmospheric, right is spikier and bouncier."

As a set of parameters these seem natural enough, and the chart follows it roughly. There is a broad vertical scroll from the totally synthetic/electronic/programmed all the way to (what dominates the bottom of the chart) the various folk music of the world. This element I think is one of the map's strengths. This is a parameter that isn't necessarily biased to a particular place's perception of music: it's a very clear variable of form of composition/recording. The left-right axis is far more subjective, and I find seems to be applied inconsistently through the course of the map.

Here the chart seems to map a certain kind of density, but I would maybe describe this more as 'Heavy-ness'. Having forms of post-metal and fusion black metal (which do tend to be more atmospheric, certainly dense) with hardcore (which I would definitely say is more punchy and spiky) seems to muddy the waters a bit. In their emotional energy and rhythmic content, I think it might even be fair to say some of these forms of hardcore probably have more in common with some of the hip hop genres all the way on the other side of the map than some of these loose, almost orchestral forms of black metal. This observation led to me noting another trend.

Wherever you scroll on this chart, pretty much invariably the center of field will be pop or rock music (occasionally jazz or RnB) but all in all largely *American* forms of popular music. Before I go too deep into this exploration, I want to say that I don't think this is a failure of this map. This is a tool for music exploration geared towards an English speaking audience that uses Spotify. Having a familiar strip of popular genres to then branch from is a solid method to encourage exploration in concentric circles out from sounds that are new, but ultimately familiar for the user. Most importantly, I think this observation about the data, that it centered global variations on American popular music made me ask two questions of myself and my perception of genre. 1. How much has American cultural hegemony shaped my understanding of musical genre? 2. How much has my engagement (both as an artist and a listener) with music as a commodity shaped my understanding of musical genre? Genre as Marketing

Spotify is a blitz capital firm that, ultimately, pays musicians fraction of a penny to host their music on a server that users pay a non-fractional amount of currency to access. The era of on demand access that music streaming has ushered in has also generated a new kind of demand in the musical marketplace. Music consumers want rabbit holes, they want algorithms that learn their habits and then suggest (in the aforementioned concentric circles) new sounds, principally in the form of playlists.

Long story short, Spotify needs your engagement: and it's hard to curate engagement without labels and boxes to pack songs into. I think this is the most confounding element of genre since the advent of recorded music. With this in mind, I think the distribution of the Everynoise data makes more sense. Perhaps unintentionally, the X axis of the graph also lines up with a certain palatability/pop factor. On this map, which is really a reflection of the models of Spotify, YouTube, and other music streaming platforms, the landing strip of western-familiar genres also becomes a layer that one has to sort through to get to music that is rooted away from this jazz/rock/pop core.

A massive factor in the way genre has been shaped is the commodification of Black American art forms (Jazz, Blues, Soul, Rock, RnB etc.) and it's global proliferation through the highly developed and monopolized record industry that developed in the United States between the 1940s-1960s. This created certain expectations for the consumer and for the artist that shaped the world's music. Aspiring musicians around the world were encouraged to emulate these American exports--traditional instruments being replaced with Spanish guitars and drum sets.

Nevertheless the world is richer for these artists additions to the canon of these genres--I would never wish them away. Some of my favorite music is the reinterpretation of these western music styles by artists from across the world. But as a historical process, I must be aware that there is a certain degree of homogeneity that may have been radically different in a global situation. Especially for artists trying to ply their craft full time, market pressures have a big effect. Technological changes in musical equipment (amplification especially) also cause seismic shifts in ensembles. Amplified guitars and basses demand the other instruments in the ensemble can keep up with them in volume, hence the carryover of the saxophone from the big band orchestras into early rock and roll (as one example). Especially with limited resources and capacity, many ensembles had to choose between electrifying or maintaining folk instruments--as amplifying/capturing the sound of an ensemble of acoustic instruments is a more capital-intensive venture than a 3 or 5 piece rock band. I believe a combination of the effect of cultural hegemony and the practical problems presented in marketing/arranging/recording different music funneled the 'overton window' of mainstream genres in the 20th century.

My Own Experience with Genre Pulling back to the personal, I think my initial grumblings of an issue with genre was from how you have to self-describe as an artist. Especially for a project like mine, it's hard to give people a quippy answer to what *kind* of music I make. In conversation, my usual approach is to say something like "I make all kinds of stuff!" or list a menagerie of tags, which may cause more confusion than clarification. Beyond listeners, elements in the industry are probably the most stringent about having some kind of genre, some way to sort your music onto the files of their label's catalogue or the proper stage in their festival lineup. Creatively though I find myself really dissatisfied with the process, or what labels I can cook up. I've posted under "psychedelic rock", "indie", and even "experimental"--but there doesn't seem to be a happy middle ground. Psychedelic rock identifies an element of my influence but gives the audience an inadequate impression of how the rest of the influences affect my style. Indie and Experimental broaden the umbrella but verge on meaningless concepts. What am I to expect when Flying Lotus, Can, Phillip Glass, and JPEGMAFIA are all considered experimental?

Perhaps what we find in genres like experimental and indie is the kernel of dissent against genre in general. They are less categories than they are boxes for music that are fundamentally incompatible with categorization. Is the answer the total dissolution of genre? Genre as Taxonomy To my previous question, I think my own answer is no. I believe genre must change and take new forms but I also acknowledge that it is more than a heuristic for audiences or a tool for marketing music as a commodity. Genre also serves to identify relationships between styles of music and scenes, the evolution of particular sounds. They are reflections of the history of music and reflective of the communities that named them. Whatever system replaces our current understanding of genre must take into account this important role of genre. When a genre has the suffix of jazz, I know it's in communication with a collective music tradition of shared songwriting and improvisation. When a genre has the suffix of -core I know it is evoking a specific aesthetic and is relating to a tight knit scene (evoking the common ancestor of -core genres, hardcore). This is vital information that deserves to be codified and collected along with the music we make. However, I feel like there is a better system that can reflect these connections, shared tapestries and histories, and set expectations around music more holistically. (Thanks for reading this massive ramble! I wanted to set the stage of my struggles with genre and explore some of my wider questions. The next post in this series will outline my ideas about an alternative system to categorize and organize music--but it will need more time to organize and visualize before I can share it here. Stay weird <3)