#diving station

[rastronomicals]

4:39 PM EDT October 12, 2024:

Julie Driscoll, Brian Auger and The Trinity -   "Diving Station" From the album Streetnoise (1969)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

[hinamie]

long way home

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts - Dive to the Heart

[chaobunnyarts]

Dive to the Heart - Amaurot

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

“Even when we’re apart, our hearts are always connected. Don’t forget that.”

Finally fulfilling my years long dream of making a station of awakening for my best boy 🥹❤️

Thank you very much to @catraears for their template!

[ ✿ Please do not reupload/edit/use without proper credit or linking back ✿]

[endlessskymaster]

Sea Salt Trio Dives to the Heart.

We have a notion of how Xion's Dive to the Heart might be visualized, but it is only revealed in Super Smash Bros. Ultimate.

And we still don't have a Lea Dive to the Heart at all.

[tennelleflowers]

Wouldja look at that. They just fit together so perfectly.

Art done for my video! https://youtu.be/ll17V9DJr7g

Shop: https://www.redbubble.com/people/TennelleFlowers/explore?asc=u&page=1&sortOrder=recent

[tambermizukiart]

Starry Bond 𖤓 *✬⋆

It's been a looong while since I wanted to make a "ship" heart station and I got the inspiration and a push to make it for the sillies 💜

It's not perfect and I see so many mistakes there I wanna cry, but I tried 🙇🏻‍♀️ I wanted to make Tambi and Lea in a slow dance pose as it's some kind of signature in their relationship 💜

The round portraits are from Nomura's official art, Isa's been edited by me 🌸

Digital artwork ✍️

[hawkeye-mrstrapper-pierce]

after a long hiatus: Klinger & Mulcahy Version 2, Digital only. Bonus reference pic included below for fun

July 6, 2023

(version 1 where Klinger is different but Mulcahy is the same will be linked here)

[byberbunk2069]

December 29, 2064 Some hours after So Mi's friends picked Veil up from the bus station

Made using So Mi's Apartment addon for AMM

[rastronomicals]

8:59 AM EDT May 12, 2024:

Julie Driscoll, Brian Auger and The Trinity -   "Diving Station" From the album Streetnoise (1969)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

[duckapus]

Deep Drive: Final Station

You are nearly complete. There is one final lesson before the journey can truly begin..

Light engulfs Tulip once more, and she finds herself on another platform. This one looks... broken, or perhaps incomplete, with large, jagged sections missing and replaced with a dark purple something sectioned into a grid by glowing pink lines.

What she can see is a man with brown hair dressed in a red and white ringmaster's costume, asleep like the others, though far less peacefully. The background seems to be a circus tent, though it's hard to tell, and many of the headshot circles are obscured, the only ones visible being three near-identical stout men with bushy mustaches and similar clothes to the camper and what looks like a fairytale princess. The boarder ring is pitch black with random multicolored streaks and splotches, looking completely out of place from what she can see of the rest of the picture. Above her, a faint beam of light cuts down through the gloom.

The closer you are to light, the greater your shadow becomes.

The voice has a different quality this time. It seems tangible. Close. It even sounds like it's coming from somewhere in particular now, and Tulip turns from the beam to look.

What she finds is what appears at first glance to be a red and white mannequin with a face standing opposite to her. It has what appears to be large black bracelets (or perhaps chainless shackles) wrapped far too tightly around its wrists, one of which is cracked and bleeding what appears to be green pixels. She's shocked to find that she recognizes its eyes...

She sees them every time she looks in a mirror, after all.

"What... what are you?"

Rather than answer, the Other holds out her hand. Tulip's shadow, stretched out all the way to the Other's feet by the light above, somehow peels itself from the floor and reshapes itself, compressing into a key-shaped weapon in the Other's grip, at first pitch black before magenta squares fade in, forming a checkerboard pattern like a placeholder texture in a video game. She assumes a fighting stance, the same Tulip had used on the second platform, and rushes forward.

Tulip just barely manages to raise her wand to block in time, then shoves the Other back, and the battle truly begins.

It's a long, grueling fight, a mirror match where Tulip finds herself more skilled at swordplay than she really should be given her background. Eventually, both are simply too exhausted to continue, and they fall to their knees, weapons fading away.

You are nearly complete. There is one final lesson before the journey can truly begin.

Tulip is confused, wondering why the Other would repeat herself like that, but before she can question it there's a spike of pain through her skull, a sign of one of an oncoming blackout.

The Mind may be made to forget, but the Heart always remembers.

She hears this even as she feels herself drifting away. And just before her consciousness fades completely, she hears the Other's final message.

Listen to your heart, Tulip. Let it guide you back to the Light...

---

When Tulip wakes up, she's in her bed in the van, as usual. What's not normal is the slimy little green snail face looming in front of her left eye.

"GAH!"

She shoots up, swiping at her face to get the damn thing off, and knocks her head into the low ceiling of the bed's nook in the process.

"FUCKING GODDAMN-"

Well, that was a brilliant start to yet another day in hell. That thing's gonna be grime on the bottom of her boot if she sees it again, she swears.

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 3

[lastoneout]

I know I'm late to the party but I just blocked a bunch of people in the tag over this and I'm salty so listen I did not watch a compilation of top country music videos from 2023 on YouTube that for some reason had 'I Can See You' by Taylor Swift in it to hear actual country music fans say Beyoncé's 'Texas Holdem' isn't a fucking country song. The racism is insane all of 'Cowboy Carter' is 500% more country than anything TSwift has made since her first album and I say that as someone who initially liked TSwift because she was originally a country artist. You don't have to like Beyoncé's new album but if you say it's not solidly in the country genre you're just wrong. You are eobjectively wrong. I've heard fucking Tim McGraw songs that sound less country than 90% of the stuff on 'Cowboy Carter' and y'all are like "oh boo hoo it's not country" shut the FUCK up. Unbelievable.

[residentdormouse]

Find the Words...

... (and the theme)!

Dangerous game you're playing @mrsmungus, tagging me in this. I can hear the train whistles in the distance, and feel the vibration in the tracks... Gotta get my ticket ready, I suppose.

The rules are simple - find a sentence, or excerpt, that includes the words you're given and paste it in, and include a link to the finished story of you want. But honestly, guidelines at best - do what you want.

My words to find: honey, calm, trust, shimmer, darkness, fall, crime, portable, stain, crisp.

(It's not a slam, but I heard honey crisp apples shimmering in the darkness of a calm fall night, and I'm stubbornly sticking with the Autumn theme.)

No Pressure Tags: @imagine-you @cxttlefishcxller @asirensrage @athenswrites (don't feel the need to join in if you don't want, but saw your writblr post, and figured I'd send you one) And of course, sending this right back at you, @mrsmungus. Tag, you're it.

As always - OPEN TAG - if you'd like to join in!

Your words are: White, Cold, Snow, Frost, Ice, Gloves, Hat, Cocoa (or Tea), Blanket, Snuggle/cuddle (or any variation of this)

Excerpts below the cut...

I only have a small amount written ahead for my original story WIP 'Close to the Vale', so most of this will probably still be from the 'Wonderland' fanfiction series ('Something Like a Spiral' and 'Just Keep Diving Down'. I'll give Close first priority though.

Honey: (I was worried about this, but apparently my 'Diving' OC Lauffey has a proclivity for using this word. That said, I also found it in a section that allows me to post 'Fuck off, Flagg' and I can't resist.)

While outwardly charming, maliciousness shown through in the minute details on his face. She should have known this was going to be a big game to him. Cat and mouse, it was his favorite. Fortunately, it seemed like the typical roles were reversed at the moment. "Fuck off, Flagg." "Always so rude. You catch more bees with honey, you know…" If she could have kept all her other memories and just erased him, took away everything about this nightmare of a man, well it would have been a tempting offer. The bubbling anger building up inside her was now a known response to interactions with him. Fear was somewhere close behind, though she wasn’t looking to give him that satisfaction anymore.

Calm: (Two chapters down in 'Close' - Not used in connection with who I thought it would be though...)

"You know him?" The reply was calm and level headed. The same could not be said of the more visible distressed man to his right. "Please. If– If you know anything that could, I mean, anything that help us find—" The picture of another younger man was thrust at her. Same raven hair, same chocolate eyes. Slight differences, but clear relation. Brother most like. He had a striking smile, and she would have been charmed if not for the small tattoo on the inside of his left wrist. Plain as day, just as Paul had said. She may not know this particular man, but she knew where he’d be.

Trust: (found in a short section I wrote for farther ahead in 'Close'. This could potentially change a fair deal. First drafts and all.)

“And you were just going to politely ask me to leave everything. My life? My home?! We were only there to look for you, you know.” “Yeah, I know. Trust me, I fucking know.”

Shimmer: (wow... it's a Flagg day I suppose - pulled this from 'Spiral')

He moved close enough that only inches remained between them, and a chill emanated from his presence. Conflicting to the nature of their conversation, he gently brushed a stray lock of her hair back behind her ear. "I don't need to be your enemy." Despite the chill, his breath was hot against her face, and she braced herself for any attack that followed. But it never came. In a shimmer of smoke, he was gone. Nothing. Emptiness. She let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding. "But I have no problem filling the role if that's how you want to play the game."

Darkness: (Might as well let him run with it... Another Flagg burst from 'Diving')

She didn't know where it came from, certainly didn't call for it, but sympathy for the man in front of her shook her resolve momentarily. For somebody with a positive nature, lighter memories are going to pull first. Bright memories to shine through. And there was most likely a larger abundance of them. It's what makes them who they are. Flagg was an embodiment of darkness. What must have happened to turn somebody into this? How does one make a monster such as him? What memories haunted him most? This paired with Rayna’s lack of delicacy. Ruthlessness. "I'm sorry."

Fall: (Not the fall I was imagining, but its all 'Close' has so far.)

Once outside the stuffy office, she found herself easily falling in step next to him. Silence dominated the first few feet. To say she didn’t know where to begin was an understatement. When she came here, she hoped to be leaving with these papers, but not under these circumstances. Not through this exact chain of events. That said, she certainly wasn’t complaining about the change in course. Damsel in distress was not her M.O., but if it led her here, it couldn’t be all bad.

Crime: (Not going to lie - very first draft and not even a completed chapter of 'Close' - has the potential to change a LOT. But I did say I was giving this first crack.)

Why wasn't the general public angry? The security cameras picked up a tattoo on the man leaving the building at the estimated time of the crime. A tattoo known to be a mark of the downtown gangbanger shitheads that were a thorn in many sides. A menace in their own backyard. Shouldn't they want a resolution? A safer community?

Portable: (From 'Spiral' again. Flagg is really showing up today...)

Food, drink, frivolity. Everything was planned out thoroughly. The pavilion was decked out with small lights. A portable generator Glen had found was fired up.  But her mind was on her task: Ad Hoc Committee welcome and rundown on the darker agenda. Find out what Larry knew about Flagg, and fill in what blanks she could.

Stain: (Yup, just letting him take it over I suppose... From later in 'Diving' Also snagged a bonus 'shimmer'.)

“It's over now. Do you think anybody here cares about…" her hands waved quickly about him, highlighting his new appearance. "Nobody cares here. Not about that. But that?" Another movement to indicate at her wounds. To the new red stains on her clothing. "That behavior we do care about, and will not be tolerating, do you understand? This is a place of acceptance. All kinds. And we do not fight our own here." A shimmer of bright red flashed over his eyes before it fell to the duller shade. The rigidity in his stance faded away. All outward appearances were reverting back to the carefree persona he usually adopted, as if he were unaffected by the actions surrounding him. Actions from those he surely considered beneath him. But he had shown his cards. He cared. And he hurt.

Crisp: (Well now it just feels weird not having Flagg. Pulled from the last section of 'Diving'.)

Her duster was hanging on the coat rack, and she grabbed it before heading back out. So much for taking a breather from it all, not that she had breath to take. The show must go on; best get back to it before somebody started ad-libbing something she wouldn’t be prepared to say yes to. The night air was crisp on her skin, and she welcomed the cold for a moment. Feeling it on her face was a welcome change from the mornings. Layers upon layers to protect from the hazards of being her. Daytime hours were meant to be her reprieve; she wasn’t built for this nonstop push, but there was little option. Protection was what mattered now. Moving people away, stopping the internal fighting, trying to find what weakness that could be exploited. The thoughts swirled in her head as she walked the dirt path towards the outskirts, but they didn’t have long to sink in. Rumination ended with an explosion, and a burst of light.

[endlessskymaster]

Wayfinder Trio Dives to the Heart.