#goole news

[orbitsuns]

i am once again going back to good ol sumahama ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

[blackpointgame]

[flamboyant-king]

Howdy, I'm still alive. Not many drawings lately, but a lot of ling fun time. I just wanted to share my crafts hehe

My niece had fun playing with the ling plushies, I taught her about the goolings, and she drew Wiwi a couple times. I made her a Wiwi plushie and I'm gonna make a Lewling and a Hoardling too since she really wants her own. Makes me happy. That's what they're made for to make folks happy.

But sewing is so tedious 😵‍💫

[avalondesigns]

POV: you’re about to hear an offer you can’t refuse

[nicokingalmightlyofallnerds]

What the fuck is up with functionalism???

It’s literally boomer-indecision-ism. Ah yes, we shall support this idea because it’s in society and thus is necessary. Not we hate this new idea because it’s not this one. Now we like this new idea because it’s popular and is in society and thus is necessary, not like that old idea.

please just stick to one thing. Like duck new rights, but at least they’ve always been bigots. Bitchy and predictable.

[the-ant-in-amber]

What makes it even better is that the entire events of the game take place over the course of one night, meaning that it's very likely most of the citizens slept through all the craziness that happend

Every so often I remember that the plot of NSR is just showing up to random concerts, beating the shit out of the performer and just fucking leaving after, like to your house. To go make dinner or something.

[anachronismstellar]

OK OK OK I NEED TO SLEEP BUT

in celebration of @notsofrozt teasing art

(omg omg check this out ITS SO GOOL),

AND this fic reaching 35 pages (someone save me) here's more Airplane vs The System!

Let the games begin >:)

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There was only one thing Shen Yuan hated more than being considered stupid and it was actually acting stupid.

Because why, WHY haven't they checked the bane of their existence, the persona non grata of binary code, the absolute most devilish collection of pixels and fuckery, aka the System?

It was right there, the notification blinking in green, marking it as a mission in progress.

He clicked, actually expecting more trouble on top of the Mobei business, only to be presented with-

Mission in progress: Author's favorite.

UV002 objective: aid UV001

Mission progress: 47%

What. The fuck.

He hadn't accepted any new missions, there wasn't even an obnoxious notification! And what's up with his objective?! Aid UV001?! How?! It didn't give him any other hint of what to do!

Oh he wasn't just angry, he was furious.

To the point that he had almost torn the door off its track when he opened it, the noise loud enough to startle Shang Qinghua into throwing his brush at him.

As if that would help against a real attack.

“Have you seen the new mission?!” He snapped as he entered Shang Qinghua's improvised office, glaring at the other trasmigrator.

“W-What?” Shang Qinghua blinked like a deer in the headlights, eyes puffed red as if had been crying moments ago.

Shan Yuan swallowed his pity, hardening his heart to focus on the task at hand. He closed the door to buy himself time before approaching the desk covered in parchment, slowly putting both hands on top of it to get closer to Airplane.

“Have you seen,” he pitched his voice low so they wouldn't be heard, doing his utmost to convey his fury through whispering. “The new. Mission.”

“Uh,” Airplane blinked again, scrubbing tears away, looking as lost as a puppy dropped from the moving truck. “Cucumber-bro-”

“Don't! You Cucumber-bro me,” he held himself back, closing his eyes to not lose his temper. “We're going to talk about your murderous ways later. Right now I need you to shut up and check. Your. System.”

He could see Airplane about to ask why, but his expression might have been terrifying enough because he just nodded and opened up his system, immediately frowning.

“What the fuck?”

“What? What is it?” Shen Yuan moved to get next to Airplane to better read what he was seeing. It never failed to amuse him how different their systems were: his looked like a proper video game menu, while Airplane's just looked like a lazy programmed blog.

“There's stuff missing. And I can't click on any missions. Like, I could at least check my old stuff? But now it's all gray?!”

“What do you mean?” At this point he was almost putting his face next to Airplane's so he could see, the bland white screen making his eyes burn. “Urgh how can you stand this, can't you change to dark mode? And go check for new missions.”

“As if, your system is way nicer than mine. Wait, do you have a new mission?”

“Yeah, it's called Author's Favorite. But it says nothing, just to help UV001. It's your user, right?”

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See you guys in the next update!

[crepesuzette2023]

Mcharrison car key stand off??

            RINGO: There are lots of driving stories. This is how a band gets close: in the van, going up and down the M1, freezing your balls off, fighting for the seats. A lot of madness went on in the van, but it got us together. We had a Bedford and Neil would drive. There'd be the passenger seat for one of us, and the other three - whichever three; the rest of us - whichever three; the rest of us - would sit behind on the bench seat, which was pretty miserable.

            We would go everywhere in the van and the amps and everything would fit in it with us. I remember sliding all over Scotland. It was bloody freezing in the winter.

            JOHN: But we always got screams in Scotland. I suppose they haven't got much else to do up there. Touring was a relief - just to get out and break new ground. We were beginning to feel stale and cramped.67

            RINGO: We never stopped anywhere. If we were in Elgin on a Thursday and needed to be in Portsmouth on Friday, we would just drive. We didn't know how to stop this van! If we had a day off and we were going to Liverpool from London, we would just drive.

            There was only a small piece of motorway in those days, so we'd be on the A5 for hours. Some nights it was so foggy that we'd be doing one mile an hour, but we'd still keep going. We were like homing pigeons; we just had to keep getting home.

            One night I remember, when it was very, very cold, the three of us on the bench seat were lying on top of each other with a bottle of whisky. When the one on top got so cold that hypothermia was setting in, it would be his turn to get on the bottom. We'd warm each other up that way; keep swigging the whisky, keep going home.

            PAUL: Quite an image. People think of stardom as glamorous, and there's us freezing - lying literally on top of each other, as a Beatle sandwich.

            GEORGE: There were a lot of good times in the van; all the rough-and-tumble stuff that happens. And there were some hysterical things that happened. I had a good crash once. We were coming over the Pennines, the roads were icy and I was driving pretty quickly as we came through what turned out to be Goole in Yorkshire. Everything was fine until suddenly I went into a right-hand turn. It was a bit sharper than it looked and we went up onto the grass bank, which then slopped down to the left. The whole van tipped as we went down the embankment, at the bottom of which was a wire-mesh fence with concrete posts around a Burton's factory.

            We bounced along - bump, bump, bump - knocking down all these concrete poles and finally came to a stop with Neil sitting in the front seat next to me, howling, 'Ow, ow, my arm!' The accident had ripped the filler cap off and the petrol was pouring out. We got out and had to shove T-shirts and things into the hole to try to stop the flow of petrol.

            We'd started to push the van back up on the road when, out of nowhere, came, ''Allo, 'allo, 'allo, what's all this then?' It was a cop, and he booked us for crashing. A couple of months later I went to court; Brian came with me for moral support. (He did stand by his lads.) I think they banned me for three months.

            RINGO: Another great van story was when George and Paul were both planning to drive the van; George got into the driving seat and Paul had the keys, and there was no way one was going to help the other. We couldn't go anywhere. We sat there for two hours. When you're touring, things can be pretty tense sometimes and the littlest thing can suddenly turn into a mountain; that was one of the great ones. (From: The Beatles, ANTHOLOGY)

[thegoldensanctuary]

Part II : The Room Where The King Dresses(Part 2 A : architecture and overdoor paintings)

2.1 The Architecture of the room

In the end Mansart settled for composite pilasters pilasters for the central salon(fig11),and Corinthian ones for the attic, as a way of remaining consistent with the spirit of the Grand Gallery. The style of the western wall with its three archways giving access to the Gallery was mirrored on the eastern(the one on the cour de marbre side), which unlike its western counterpart is still visible to this very day(fig12). 

Fig 11 : Western wall of the central salon, before 1701, AN O1/1768-A fol. 2

Fig 12: Eastern Wall of the King Bedchamber today, Goole Maps.

While planned as a common room linking the Gallery to both the King and Queen apartment, the premature death of the Queen in 1683(before the completion of the construction), meant that from the very beginning its status would change. Indeed, upon reentering Versailles and rediscovering the palace with its brand-new Gallery, and new rooms, the King decided to annex to his apartment the rooms with view on the Cour de marble, which were originally destined to be part of the apartment of his defunct spouse. He chose the room next door as his new bedchamber(fig13), which soon became too narrow for the increasing number of courtesans attending the morning dress up ceremony. The central salon therefore became the room in which the King is dressed.

At that point there was no plan to turn the salon into a bedchamber, despite its central position behind the Cour de Marbre Avant corps, there was no room left to create an alcove, indeed the western wall had three archways linking it to the Gallery, similar to the eastern wall but with 3 windows instead and, the northern and southern walls on the other hand had two doors each as part of the enfilade.

Fig 13: Blueprint of the first Floor of the central wing, 1687-92 , with the King’s Bedchamber (before 1701) in green, BnF VA-448 (B)-FT 6, IFN-53128547

2.2 The paintings

The list of the paintings present in the room is given by various contemporary authors[7], as well as Painting inventories[8]. The layout of said painting partly known thanks to several elevations and blueprints[9], with 9 attic paintings with three frames on each of the attic walls except the eastern one, four paintings in the frames at the center of each of the four overdoors, and two large paintings at the center of the northern and southern wall respectively. Piganiol de la Force in his 1701 edition of the Nouvelle descriptions des Chasteaux de Versailles et de Marly provides lists the following paintings[10]:

Portrait the marquis of Ayton

Fig 14 Van Dyck, François de Moncade marquis d’Ayton, , 76,3 x 65,3 cm,  Château de Versailles, MV 7315

The portrait the marquis of Ayton by Van Dyck(fig14), depicting Francisco de Moncada y Moncada, a Spanish general and diplomat, it was purchased from the Jabach collection by King Louis XIV in 1671[11]. The portrait in question is a reduction based on a larger equestrian portrait by same artist dated from 1634[12] (fig 15). Piganiol paces it right in from of the Van Dyke self portrait.

Fig 15 : Van Dyck Francisco de Moncada, III marqués de Aytona, 305,2 x 240,3 cm, Museo de Bellas Artes de Valencia, Inv :494

Van Dyke’s Self-portrait

Fig 16 : Van Dyck by himself 76,5 x 65,5 cm Château de Versailles, MV 7316

Portrait of Van Dyck by himself(fig 16), painted around 1630, it was acquired by King Louis XIV from the Jabach collection in 1671[13].Pignatol places the portrait above the door at the entrance of the appartement which at that time would have meant the northern wall on the enfilade side, which puts the marquis of Ayton portrait above the door on the southern wall just in front.

Saint Magdalene

Fig 17: Domenico Zampieri, dit le Dominiquin, Sainte Madeleine 76,5 x 66,5 cm Château de Versailles, MV 8377

Saint Magdalene by Domenichino(fig 17), the origins of this painting aren’t that well known. A similar painting superior in quality exists at the Pitti Palace(fig 18). Pignatol places the painting above one of the fake doors.

Fig 18 : Domenichino Saint Magdalene, Palazzo Pitti

Saint John the Baptist

Fig 19 : Giovanni Battista Caracciolo (dit il Battistello) ,Saint Jean-Baptiste 80,5 x 63,2 cm Château de Versailles, MV 8326

Saint John the Baptist attributed to Battistello(fig 19); it was acquired from the Jabach collections by King Louis XIV in 1662[14]. Pignatol attributes the painting to Caravaggio, that attribution changed to Valentin and later to Battistello[15]. Pignatol locates right in front of the Saint Magdalene painting above one of the fake doors.

[7] Felibien,Description sommaire de Versailles ancienne et nouvelle . Avec des figures, 1703, p.344-345 ;Pignatol de La Force, Nouvelle Description des Chasteaux et Parcs de Versailles et de Marly, 1701, p.120-122

[8] AN O1/1964

[9] Three of the attic paintings on the northern wall can be seen on an elevation attributed to Blondel dated 1735, BnF,Ms FT 6-VA-448 (B);

[10] Pignatol de La Force, Nouvelle Description des Chasteaux et Parcs de Versailles et de Marly 1701, p.120-122

[11] Arnauld Brejon de Lavergnée ,L'inventaire Le Brun de 1683 : la collection des tableaux de Louis XIV, 1987,number 320 of Le Brun’s inventory.

[12] Museo de Bellas Artes de Valencia, Inv :494

[13] number 229 of Le Brun’s inventory, see note 11.

[14] number 59 of Le Brun’s inventory, ibid

[15] Betatrice Sarrazin, Chefs-d’oeuvre de la chambre du Roi, 2022, p. 25

[aamusedly]

Hancock made himself tough to read outside of the fury etched into the chasms of his face, but only those who truly knew him could see what it was covering up. It was visible for one moment only, and it was as the name Bobbi took him by surprise like a punch in the gut.

Panic. John Hancock was quickly becoming overwhelmed.

He didn't answer for a few moments in favor of silently scraping his jaw off the floor and yanking his heart back down from his throat. "...I told her to keep out of here," Hancock managed. What was supposed to be a dangerous growl came out limp, but thankfully Cass didn't seem anything more than concerned for him.

"Seems she didn't listen. Word has her around North Vegas... not far."

Hancock let his breath out through gritted teeth. Panic was swelling back up from behind his eyes. Everything felt too hot. He didn't answer.

"Are you gonna... uh..."

Go kill her? Send a hit squad? Do something about the NCR trying to pull us apart? Kill your friend? Kill your brother? Hancock thought all of it, but had no words. Instead he raised a hand to quiet the caravanner, and turned heel to walk off. Six would nearly be able to hear how heavy his breathing had gotten.

Hancock was beelining for his Statehouse; not for his office, but for the sectioned off basement serving for storage. His ears were ringing, and his hand was fumbling too much with the doorknob.

Six was, even in all of the voices in her mind, something of an optimist. Things would be better, because she would guarantee however she could that they would be better. She learned well enough how the game worked here, how to stay hidden when she wanted to be, show herself when it was prompted, and what to expect from the other players at the table.

Her suspicion had been right enough -- an assassination of settlers from NCR territory, sowing seeds of distrust and shattering the progress Goodneighbor had so steadily made into something more than a place for no good drifters. That stung plenty, but that wasn't what made her throat close up and her heart feel like it was beating so fast it might fail her.

Only the Courier was allowed to twist her narrative. She was meant to control how people perceived her. Every choice had been premeditative. Every action was meant to endear her to some and unnerve others. The whole point was that nobody truly knew, because it meant freedom in her movements.

To have that taken out of her hands by someone else entirely terrified her, even if she didn't show it. With a tightly clenched jaw and a deep furrow of her brow, it was the cloudiest that Courier Six might've ever looked in front of the disgruntled mayor. Rat Bastard didn't begin to cover it.

Obvious affair. Like it was impossible that she loved him -- it was a fetish thing. A way to use him. Would John believe it? The urge to throw up was building in her throat. Logic told her that the gossip hit-piece had been privately funded. The other part of her feared chasing down Hsu for more answers lest he read it and think of her that way too.

But what if he had already? What if it was too late? Would it make her look desperate? Sharp blue eyes focused intently on the pamphlet that Hancock lit up like it was kindling. She managed to swallow despite the lump in her throat.

"Reckon that's too kind," and that's all she could manage through a forced even tone. It was quiet, though. Careful, like she might've burst into tears if she were any louder. While she wanted to do the same to her copy, Six knew she had to keep it, just in case.

"For what it's worth, the King's been rounding up the ones that come his way," Cass offered, a cross of her arms and a glance across the way, "But the NCR squatters are eating it up." A small pause followed, "But I think you have something else to worry about, Mayor -- heard tell Bobbi's back."

[imeriayapping]

1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4

Pedro is cautious, he's always cautious when it comes to his rivals. No matter where they started that's all they are in the end. Rivals, a target to beat, someone to overtake on every chance presented to him. Pedro always tries not to get anywhere close to becoming friends just so it won't be a problem afterwards when he crushes them on his way up. Because he knows how often it doesn't work out, how it will hurt when they get angry at him for pushing till the limit.

So what to do when you start as friends? Pedro never managed to find a good answer, at first he tried his best to maintain neutrality and not let racing get between them even if it was the thing that brought them together. But at one point it gets tiresome, the effort feels too big for a relationship that is dying it's slow death.

At least that's how it looks to him.

So it's easier to convince your brain that it was never there, that he was always just a rival, that there was never anything but want to beat him. That just fully ignoring him is the most logical option until he stops being same person that you once knew.

And it works well, only takes a few averted gazes when he feels eyes on his skin and a bit of strategic stepping out of the way not to touch. Race after race his face gets blurred in Pedro's memories to the point of person next him on the podium doesn't look familiar and all goes well.

And then he gets to motogp and he doesn't even need to think about any of that. He has new goals to achieve, new heights to discover.

He's not there to make friends but somehow he finds himself a few and it feels different, not because those are "motogp stars" but because now everyone around isn't emotional teenager and personal relationships don't get shaken by on track actions as much. At very least they can just talk it out.

It all holds well and works just like he needs this system to work, season goes around without any turbulence.

And then winter break passes past him leaving Pedro absolutely unprepared for when he's sitting next to him in press conference and they are doing some stupid questions again. It takes a lot in pedro to continue his usual avoidance of others eyes with how long it was since the last time he needed to do it.

And then he gets pulled out of his thoughts when someone's phone rings loudly enough to distract everyone in the room. It gives him opportunity to catch rest of the question.

"-was gifted that wasn't racing related?"

He hears bezzecchi on other end of the platform starting to talk about some robotics dinosaurs that his friend gave to him and it's enough of a clue to understand that it's once again some unrelated question about birthday gifts. Pedro scrambles for any answer in his head, somehow pulling out dusty memory of some shark related book he was given once and takes initiative when other rider finishes talking just to fulfill his duty and move on with this conference. It continues to move along pretty ok until he hears voice on his left, somehow closer than physically possible with their sitting arrangements.

"To be honest it's a bit silly but once my friend saved up for it and gifted me Minecraft game because we both really wanted to play. Maybe it doesn't sound like much but when you are that young that effort and saving feels like a whole world"

It feels like pedro was dunked into bath gool of ice, change inside him so sudden that his head spinns. Soft tone and light laughter in words make him look up. Make him look for the first time in probably years and see.

See fermin sitting right next to him and smiling with creases around his eyes, not that visible but same as always so he remembers them. See fingers that are beating out rhythm of a catchy song that they once were singing for a week straight because it would not get out of their heads.

See fermin who is same person who he called friend, not a stranger, not just a rival, he's Fermin.

It takes just a second, small reminder of memory that happened a lifetime ago to crack everything Pedro managed to convince himself of. To start wondering if race track they build in there right after he gifted the game is still there, if fermin still uses the app at all. To start seeing person in front of him again after months of training to stop noticing.

All this turmoil happens in mere seconds but leaves pedro unprepared for the next question. And just to secure whole revelation fermin is refocusing question on himself to give pedro a bit of space to breathe, saving him in a small way that also feels familiar.

But now while whole conference is ending pedro just sits in his chair thinking about what to do with these cracked bits of his worldview that he not sure if he wants to put back together.

[blackpointgame]

aabon35

[the-empress-7]

William is forcefully bringing a new the gool old royal mystique that TQ treasured so much. The one that the petulant eejit shattered. Whether the media vultures like it or not, he's going to do things his way. William doesn't give a fuck about what the media thinks. What they are going to do, boycott him? Stop covering his engagements? He'll be more than happy and he can use IG or X to update the public. The noise will not drown his, his silence is louder than all that rubbish

👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

[bunk-bed-blorbos]

Hey No Straight Roads fandom! It's me, your humble Strawberry, asking for a little help with a conundrum im having.

*ahem*

WHAT THE SLIMY POSSUM IS THE TIMELINE OF NO STRAIGHT ROADS???

If you can't read the crazed chicken scratches of a madwoman, don't worry I'll translate.

The start of the timeline is simple enough (at first); The Goolings were a rock band that acted as the sole charter of Vinyl City, before things fell apart and the band split up (source: Tatiana's lore dumps between bosses and during/after her own bossfight) either before Mayday was born or when she was too young to remember them. Fine so far.

Sometime after this, Vinyl City starts expanding, adding new infrastructure, making things shiny and new, all happening while Mayday and Zuke were growing up, evident when you explore the intractables around the city. It's easy to assume NSR is behind all of this, what with Tatiana's goal of eliminating the past and moving on. EXCEPT...

Eve, you bundle of questions wrapped in an enigma you...

According to her Kliff Notes, Eve was the very first artist signed onto NSR, and was directly responsible for the label's rise to power.

But THAT MAKES NO SENSE thanks to what little concrete evidence we have towards the timeline: their ages.

Mayday is 21. Eve is 27.

With that in mind, NSR forming immediately or at least shortly after The Goolings broke up IS IMPOSSIBLE.

There is a sizeable, wobbly gap between The Goolings breaking up and NSR's foundation, a gap where SOMETHING is happening, unless Vinyl City was just plunged into darkness for who knows how many years, WHICH SOMEONE WOULF HAVE PROBABLY MENTIONED, MOST OF ALL TATIANA, WHO HAS EVERY MOTIVE TO REMIND PEOPLE OF A QUITE LITTERAL DARK AGE WITHOUT NSR.

But even if that was the case, it makes no sense that a company or government that isn't NSR to make such rapid expansions to the city, because WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU BUILD SUCH ENERGY-INTENSIVE INFRASTRUCTURE WITH A MASSIVE POWER VACCUM OPEN.

BUT THATS NOT ALL, HEAVENS NO, Because there's a whole lot of questions about sigifigant events WE HAVE NO POINTS OF REFERENCE FOR.

When was the War that Neon J and the battle bots are veterans of? When was the Qwaza invented/discovered? When was DK West's unwitting uprising? WHEN DID BUNK BED JUNCTION EVEN MEET???

I am slowly losing my mind, so PLEASE, for my own sanity, if anyone has any backstage info, or a quote from an interview or an ama, or just found something I missed in game, please, please, PLEASE let me know, so that I can AT LEAST nail down an ORDER OF EVENTS.

[zappyjoan]

NSR Family Headcanons New and Improved

Mayday

Has a mom, dad, and two younger sisters. She grew up in Natura in a pretty high-up family, dad is a finance worker in the nsr building and mom is part of the Natura management. They were quite strict, only showing their support for rock when it was more stable in vinyl city, but now prefer her sisters' enjoyment for EDM. As she got older, she clashed with them, and eventually left their home when she dropped out of college. She hasn't spoken to them, but does talk to her sisters.

Zuke

Has a Mom and Dad, with West obviously. He isn't from vinyl city, but a kampung on the outskirts, though it still was under nsr's domain. His kampung (and many others) faced the worst of the blackouts because of their distance from the city and their limited resources, so everyone there is a bit weary of nsr. His family is quite large, and they all have shadow puppets. His mom is a second-generation jamacian immigrant.

DJSS

Raised by a single mom. His whole childhood, she would lecture him about him mattering in the world and making great art to make her proud. She only praised him when he made very impressive music, and was ashamed of him when he quit his teaching career. She has recently remarried, has a wife now.

Sayu kids

keeping it simple bc there's so many of them. Tila has a single dad, two older sisters, and a twin, remi is an only child with a mom and dad, Dodo is a single child and lives with his uncle, and sofa has a mom and dad, and older brother.

Yinu's mom Comes from a traditional and classical-leaning family. She was a closet goth and loved industrial EDM, but could only play music her parents approved of. This was mainly because she grew up before the Goolings solidified rock as the VC genre. Her great-grandmother is the great-great grandmother of Mayday. She has siblings. Yinu's dad Also came from a classical leaning family, but he always loved the piano, so this wasn't an issue. Was actually not a big fan of the Goolings or rock, but was open-minded about it. He probably has siblings.

Neon J

He had a single mom and littler sister. Growing up, he was the self-appointed man of the house (though he was born a girl), which contributed to his heroic tendencies. Learned to make toys to comfort his sister. He hasn't seen her or their mother in decades, and he doesn't know where they are.

Eve

Grew up relatively rich with a mom and dad. Neither of them really understood how she thought, but they tried their best to. It didn't work well, though. They kind of just treated her as quirky and didnt take her art SUPER seriously, but they meant well if that makes sense. Her father's insecurities rubbed off onto her, which worsened her skin complex.

Tatiana

Has a twin brother made of sedimentary rock. Parents are made of opal and obsidian. Prim and proper, awful parents. She still speaks with her brother regularly, but he much prefers being out of the limelight in comparison to his sister.