#broken harbors

[knightofleo]

Stars of the Lid | Broken Harbors

[stoat-party]

Sequel to This Post: How Far Are the Fallout DLC Maps from the Main Game?

I linked them to each game’s main metropolitan area, not the specific launching-off point for the DLC, sorry. Travel times are for the 21st century and don’t reflect resting, carrying equipment, or stopping to fight giant bugs every half-hour. They also don’t reflect that it’s the apocalypse and you can walk on a national highway if you feel like it.

Here’s The Pitt, which I haven’t played yet, sorry

This is Point Lookout, though it’s important to note that in-game you get there via the river and it takes a month? For some reason?

Anchorage is a simulation, Broken Steel uses the original game map, and Mothership Zeta is… in space.

We know next to nothing about the Sierra Madre and I can’t really approximate where it is. I couldn’t find the in-game travel time to get back to the Mojave.

Zion Valley, by foot but also by car since it gives you a weird walking route. In-game, it’s a two-week hike.

A rough approximation of the location of Big Mountain. It could be anywhere in Death Valley; all we know is that it’s south of the Divide. In-game, of course, you teleport there and back, so you likely won’t need this info.

The Divide. In-game, the journey is three hours.

The Island. In-game, you get there by boat, and as far as I can tell it takes about an hour.

We don’t know anything about Nuka-World’s real location except that it’s in Massachusetts. Assuming the train is running, you probably don’t need real travel times, but if you do, you can make something up.

[luckydicekirby]

brian jaqcues 🤝 tana french

mustelids are ontologically evil

[tndn-btg]

i love the slasher fandom because i know for a fucking fact billy wouldn't like leslie at all. leslie would go up to a younger billy and start ranting about his worth ethic and billy would look up from reading war and peace and go "i...i literally didn't do any of that." and leslie would be like no you absolutely did look at this technique and billy would be like "i was in a psychotic episode i thought literally none of this out." brahms would call leslie a slur. the reason why they all did what they did is sooooo different and leslie assuming they're thinking on his level would be his downfall

[splashtailstar]

realizing that Dappletuft, Softpelt, Harelight, and Gorseclaw are all littermates. Dappletuft is killed in a failed assassination attempt against the impostor and he is buried like a rogue without the proper vigils, his family mourning silently for him. Softpelt is killed in the battle against ShadowClan and Harelight is banished for fighting against RiverClan. Gorseclaw is the only one of them left in the Clan, their family torn apart by the impostor

[cave-monkey]

It dawns on me that the journey to the west took 5,040 days exactly, right, and while the book goes from tribulation to tribulation, there were still only 81 of those. And they were missing one when they got there. And some of the tribulations Tripitaka went through happened before the journey even started.

So, even being generous and saying that most of the tribulations that occurred during the actual journey could be said to have taken a few days to handle each, that's still only about 10% of the journey. A tribulation was anything that happened that put Tripitaka in danger or presented any sort of obstacle to him. Anything even remotely exciting would have fallen into that ~10%, and nothing else could have happened, because otherwise they wouldn't have gotten west one moderate inconvenience and/or major trauma short of the prize. (I mean, unless the thing that happened managed to not involve Tripitaka at all in any way, but that's very hard to do when you are all attached at the hip.)

Holy cow they really were just walking. ALL THAT TIME. No wonder Zhu Bajie was stirring the pot at any given opportunity. It was literally the only thing to do.

[hookechoes]

rereading broken harbor to get into the spooky halloween spirit and damn it still really creeps me out. i think about it every time i hear animals squabbling and scratching around on the roof.

[yuelun]

/takes a little breath amidst a quiet dash. Starter call!

Though I have threads/asks to get to, I'm curious if one of these would catch anyone's attention. I know sending in sentence starters isn't always up everyone's alley and it's a little harder when it comes to interacting with a character who's canonically dead in present day, like mine. Although (I need to write up the details for the first iteration of it) I do have her resurrected in a present timeline (see tags). If you're interested in me either coming to you, or fishing up something with a bit of a red line, give this a like and I'll see what I can do! Trust me when I say, if we're mutuals, I'm interested in writing with you. See this as a little cheat to grab my attention if you want it!

[chiliger]

Anyway frothing at the mouth at the fact The Crane Wives’ “Never Love an Anchor” perfectly fits Cody and Jango Fett’s relationship in my multiverse au.

[2024skin]

Not me realizing that a man breaking into my house is the source of all my stalker dreams and all my breaking and entering dreams and all my late night paralyzing anxieties about someone being in my house uninvited. Duh.

[lilyharvord]

I WOULD DIE TO READ THAT HARBOR BAY FIC AHHHHHHHHHHHH

I'm-I'm trying, I'm trying to write--I'm almost--AH I CAN'T GET THIS SHOE ON🤬

It's gotta be first person cause I'm gonna be faithful to the source, but I have no idea how I'm going to start it. Like AHHHH I have so many ideas and they all want to be in the fic and I just AAAHHHHH. Like do I start en media rest and it's Cal's POV? Or do I start from the point where he's dragged on to the sand and it's Mare's POV and I get to do the whole destroy the world from her perspective? I KNOW I gotta have the part where it's low key Coriane pulled Cal back from the brink, and I gotta have so many other headcanons that I personally love. But are they gonna all fit???? I'm shoving it all into this fic like its a clown car 😫 I have to go put on my clown makeup to do this.

[kitonmitons]

fuck copyright law!!! can you imagine if all the paintings of the renaissance were locked between a copyright cage??? Imagine the total loss of history, the loss of artistic theory, the loss of ideas and expression. This is exactly what will happen with video games if corporations sue archivists and emulators. It’s not like they have any interest in preserving the history if it doesn't make them money

[marnz]

hate reading a murder mystery about mental illness because i feel myself turning into a very defensive reader but the mystery genre so often uses mentally ill characters as horrible evil wicked people that it is very hard to not feel defensive and short tempered with the book! ah well!

[todayisafridaynight]

Loving all the Mine chat today! In a world where neither of them have Daigo to fixate on (for whatever reason) what do you think interactions between Mine and Masato/Aoki would be like? All your comics have them obv pitted against one another (always gives me a giggle gotta say!!) but I'm curious bout your thoughts on them/their potential interactions if Daigo wasn't part of the equation. I think they could be so evil together in whatever capacity. Real "I could make him worse" territory.

Sorry if this is a bit silly (I know removing Daigo removes a lot of other things too) I just love listening to you talk about guys ™️ lmao

i am a renowned Guy(TM) Talker this is a fair thing to assert

BUT honestly they'd probably like. not be friends or Sincerely get along but they'd probably use each other one way or another if given the opportunity: aoki wanting to exploit mine's skills, knowledge, and wealth, all the while mine At Least keeping an eye on aoki's influence (and if he wanted to do his homework probably keep tabs on the arakawas) and considering if it'll have potential use down the line. it's not like it's hard to imagine them having similar ideologies or morals either

mine'd absolutely loathe aoki's pride in his philosophy tho- even if it does align with his own somewhat LMAO

[apologeticaugur]

i'm not a person i'm just wearing skin fabric i've pulled over my skeleton

[usagimen]

                               @kusattainu :    INSOMNIA :  for one muse to find the other still awake at 3am.

         𝑺𝒑𝒖𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓, the residual energy that lingers on everything entwines with something unknown. Murky, as if crawling from the depths of the shadows, she refuses to acknowledge it - as if scorning the very existence of what wishes to rouse from slumber. It keeps her up when the stars scatter about, the quietness of the café that offers some solace, small footsteps that patter on the shining floors. Tea, she remembers to steep it carefully, served with a strong wrist, lessons embedded from youth - it was enough to cause her lips to curl. “Can’t sleep either?” she taunts with friendliness, porcelain adorned with paw prints, childish yet cute, her only weakness in this world. Sayuri rather not speak of it, but it must show the way each mirror moves - rippling as if a droplet had fallen into a vast body of water.

          Even in youth, she tried with her might to hide it, severing the ties between the Moon && herself. Still, she could hear the voices that were intangible, always speaking as if uttering ancient secrets, warning that if she remained idle this vow between them would come to an end. Blackberries infused with herbs, somehow, it always calmed her when thoughts began to dissipate running about to the point she could not catch them. “You’re the envy of every soul within this region, drinking tea with the owner? Tsk!” humor that hides the unrest, she wonders, what is keeping them awake at this hour as well? Secrets that can only be found when the evenings grow thick, restless, unable to flee from the passage of darkness.

           Where life is usually heard throughout, everything is silent, on the tip of her tongue she wishes to confess - it’s rather terrifying this existence, isn’t it? The rabbit heart that beats unstoppable, ready to burst. Instead, heavy eyes reach forth to take their hand into her own, nostalgia that filters in when she would hold tight in youth, as if to express; don’t leave me, I’m scared. Fingers that play about, girlish in her ways as the lazy grin spreads, she could spend a lifetime like this. Without movement, hundreds of teacups surrounded them, merely chattering about the mundane of existence - it was peaceful, even if she knew it was hiding. “Heh, even now you still fret over me, should I still call you senpai?” the era where she would utter such a moniker in desperation or with politeness, her genuine thrill to explore this unknown world, harboring a love like no other for those she revered.

        “Thank you, it reminds me of those days when we would stay up together studying even then, I couldn’t hide from you. That alone brings me comfort && eases every thought, the night is better shared in company than alone”   

a comprehensive list of scenarios. (accepting)