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[ausetkmt]

dem man yah legendary Badness, seen..

[daitranscripts]

Trespasser Pt. 20

Elven Ruins

Trespasser Masterpost Previous: Agent of Fen’Harel

The PC emerges in an overgrown path of some elven ruins.

Party comments:

Cassandra: The Viddasala cannot have gotten far.

Blackwall: The Viddasala can’t be far.

Iron Bull: Come on. The Viddasala can’t be far.

They see the Qunari running up ahead.

Sera: There! On them!

Varric: There, up ahead!

Cole: Up there!

The Anchor begins to flare and the PC falls. The mark creates a huge blast that knocks everyone back.

PC: It’s going to… everyone back! (Cries out in pain.)

Party comments:

Cassandra: If it keeps up like this, it will kill you. Solas must help, as he did at Haven.

Varric: We’ve gotta stop this before it kills you. Assuming we find him, maybe Chuckles can help.

Dorian: That can’t be healthy. Perhaps Solas can help.

Vivienne: We must hope Solas can reverse the Anchor's effects before it kills you.

Sera: Solas can stop it, right? He has to know something. He always did. The whole time.

Cole: It's louder, faster. Solas can help, heal the hurt.

Iron Bull: You all right, boss? That's… damn. Maybe Solas can help.

Blackwall: If it keeps up like this, it will kill you. Solas must help, as he did at Haven.

Party comments:

Cole: Solas doesn’t want to hurt people. He isn’t that kind of wolf. The Qunari don’t see.

Sera: Hated his “too-smart-for-you” pity before the whole agent-of-Fenny business. He better help. We’re owed.

Varric: Chuckles, who apparently works for Fen'Harel. It's always the quiet ones…

Vivienne: Solas, the agent of Fen'Harel. I suspected something was off with our unwashed apostate.

Cassandra: Solas… an agent of Fen'Harel. I should have suspected.

Blackwall: That'd be Solas, the agent of Fen'Harel. (Grunts.) Knew there was something off about him.

They continue to chase down the Qunari through an eluvian.

Iron Bull: Over there. that’s gotta be where Solas is.

Dorian: That must be where Solas is.

Vivienne: that must be where Solas is located.

They emerge in a gully, where the Viddasala stands on a high ledge.

Viddasala: Saarebas! Rethra! Shokra!

The party is attacked as she goes through the eluvian with her saarebas.

Sera: The big mage! He’s always with their leader-woman!

Varric: There's the big saarebas who's always with the Viddasala!

Cole: There! He can't be far from her, or it hurts him!

The PC heads through the next eluvian, fighting across a long bridge and into another eluvian, emerging at a shrine to the dread wolf.

Viddasala: Saarebas! Meravas adim kata!

The saarebas, Saarath, leaps down to fight.

Sera: Here he comes! Let's have you!

Varric: The big guy's headed our way!

Cole: He's coming to stop us!

Viddasala: Saarebas! Rethra! Shokra!

More Qunari join the fray.

Iron Bull: Is that all you've got? I went through Seheron, you little shits!

Cassandra: Be ready! They have reinforcements!

Blackwall: More coming!

Eventually Saaraths’s collar breaks, and he runs off.

Iron Bull: Damn! Looks like he's off the leash!

Dorian: It seems the saarebas is no longer following orders!

Vivienne: Their pet mage has gone mad!

Viddasala: Saarebas! Meravas! Meravas!

The PC makes their way forward.

Viddasala: You will not leave here, Inquisitor! Antaam, ebrashok adim!

They fight across another bridge, and end up in a room with multiple eluvians.

Cassandra: One of the mirrors must lead out of here!

Iron Bull: One of the damned mirrors has to lead out of here!

Blackwall: One of these blasted mirrors has to lead out of here!

They continue to fight Qunari as they make their way across the area.

Cassandra: We must hurry!

Iron Bull: We gotta move, boss!

Blackwall: We need to keep moving!

Solas: Come on!

Varric: We need to hurry!

Cole: Quick, we're almost there!

They finally find the eluvian that takes them forward.

Romanced companion in party

Cassandra: Finish this, my love!

Iron Bull: All right, kadan! Take him down!

Blackwall: Let's end this, love!

Sera (married): Whatever happens, wifey—I’m wearing your underpants! (Laughs.)

Sera (not married): End them, [Shiny/’Teetness/Tadwinks/Buckles/Honey Tongue/Inky]! (Laughs.)

Dorian: Finish them off, amatus!

No romanced companion in party

Cassandra: Let us finish this!

Iron Bull: All right! Meravas katara!

Blackwall: Time to finish this!

Viddasala: You are dead, Inquisitor! Your soul is dust!

The Viddasala goes through the Eluvian, leaving Saarath to fight the party. He summons demons as the fight drags on, and Saarath begins to get overwhelmed with magic.

Cassandra: We cannot hurt him! Use your mark!

Iron Bull: We can't touch this guy! Use your mark!

Blackwall: Use your mark!

Sera: He's all magicky! Use your hand!

Varric: Nothing's hurting him! Use your mark!

Cole: You can't hurt him, but the Fade can! Use your mark!

Dorian: He's invulnerable! Use your mark!

Vivienne: You must use your mark!

Saareth is defeated, and the PC heads into the eluvian.

Next: The Dread Wolf

[clairehadenough]

Remember when she said this?

How Gully actually acted and what he said:

“Step to the side if you don’t mind? Thank you, thank you very much, appreciate it.”

Goodness gracious what a fucking lmob boss”😱

[cyncerity]

sorry that all of my posts lately have been about literally nothing but i am seething with rage rn so i’m posting

i’m assuming all of us in the g/t circle know about Fern Gully. It’s one of, if not in my personal opinion, the greatest g/t movies ever made. My sister and i used to watch it every time we drove somewhere on these cheap little screens you could attach to the back of a car seat so you could watch movies. We watched it on a weekly basis. It is one of my favorite movies of all time and it’s not just the rose tinted glasses: i can absolutely understand that some of my favorite movies absolutely suck while actively enjoying it (looking at you Strange Magic), but Fern Gully is genuinely such a good movie. the voice acting (mostly thanks to Robin Williams and Tim Curry), worldbuilding, characters, pacing, the soundtrack and animation especially, it’s all incredible. it holds a special place in my heart.

that being said i just learned that there’s a Fern Gully 2 and it absolutely sucks balls.

rant under cut

really i’ve never had a harder time sitting through a movie, and that’s saying a lot since i just mentioned how much i actually enjoy Strange Magic, which is a notoriously hard to watch movie.

In Fern Gully 2 the pacing sucks, every character is butchered, Batty is kinda like how he was in the first movie, but without Robin William’s delivery he feels like an entirely different character, every bit of world building is chucked out the window, i’ve never seen a more nonsensical plot in my life, there’s these 3 baby animals and the movie can’t decide if it wants them to be able to talk or not, and the budget drop is so obvious it’s painful. the only even mildly enjoyable part of this movie is a short lived gospel number Batty sings for no goddamn reason, but i can’t get mad at it for being totally out of place cause it was the only bit that made me smile even a little.

also it’s in Australia?? I get that the first movie had a kangaroo and like 3 shots of a platypus, but other than that it was kinda just an ambiguous rainforest. No one in the first movie sounded Australian. Even if it was in Australia, I guess you could reason that the fairies didn’t have to have the same accents as the humans, right? Maybe Zak (the human guy that gets shrunk: remember him for later in this rant) was from America but was working in Australia? The two guys who sit in the machine throughout the movie are certainly the peak of American stereotypes. But when the first human and villain (he’s a poacher so basically the villain from Tarzan if he was written worse) of Fern Gully 2 is introduced, he is so violently stereotypically Australian that it’s genuinely jarring when he says his first line.

then we meet his boss who…isn’t Australian. Actually, he kinda looks like a short and fat Hitler.

But whatever, maybe the boss is from out of town, too, like Zak. but NO. we then proceed to meet two more humans who are confirmed to live in Australia with American Accents. PICK A LANE MOVIE. Either set the movie in Australia but give no one accents, or give everyone an accent, you can’t just ONLY GIVE ONE GUY AN ACCENT. HOW THE HELL CAN HE DEVELOP A REGIONAL ACCENT IF NO ONE ELSE IN HIS REGION SOUNDS LIKE THAT??

They’re also both such a massive step down from Hexus. Hexus, aka Tim Curry goo, is one of my favorite villains of all time (Toxic Love is a hard song and scene in general to beat), but he had a purpose. He was representing the dangers and evils of human greed and power. He was a very literal force of chaos and destruction. The entire reason he had power to destroy the forest was because of humans, and that’s a massive part of the movie’s theme and moral.

In Fern Gully 2, these two jackasses want money for selling baby animals. That’s it. And it’s not even really the fairies who stop them: it’s a human girl and her Grandpa who Pips met. The entire symbolic thing from the first movie of Zak having to learn from his mistakes and turn on a goal he once had worked towards is gone. In the first movie, it was equally Zak, Crysta, and the rest of the fairies who trapped Hexus again. In this movie, the fairies are powerless (which they say like 100 times), the humans are doing their best but it’s not doing much, and the only reason the movie turns out ok is cause Crysta shows up for a literal Deus Ex Machina at the very end. It’s so fucking infuriating.

Also, back to Zak: he’s not in this. Like, not even mentioned. There’s one instance of “humans dont know the harm they do to the forest” “well remember some humans do” but that was just foreshadowing the human we meet in this movie who sucks. How can these fairies, who in the first movie believed that humans were fucking extinct, completely forget about the only human they have ever met? Crysta, who by the way isn’t even the main character anymore, never brings him up. Pips (the jerky red haired fairy with the beetle posse), who spends most of the movie around another human and who is the new main character (and maybe the only returning voice actor from the first one), never mentions him. Also, there’s just a FUCKING TOWN NEAR THE FOREST. A TOWN.

remember this shot from the first movie?

yeah apparently it missed AN ENTIRE DAMN CARNIVAL??

Pips, Batty, and the beetle boys take LESS THAN A DAY TO FLY THERE. FUCK THIS MOVIE. SERIOUSLY FUCK THIS MOVIE.

i could go off on more about how the human in this movie (Budgie, which is a stupid ass name) sucks, and now Pips just strolls up to her like “hey” and she’s like “woah a fairy, i’m so shocked you’re real…and now i’m over it, let’s go hang out.” I could also go off about how in the first movie, the entire reason Zak gets shrunk is because Crysta tried to use a spell to make him see her, but accidentally said “size” instead of “sight,” meaning that canonically in this universe, humans can’t see fairies without that spell. So when Pips just waltzes up to the first human he sees, she shouldn’t be able to see him, but whatever. I could also rant about how they made Crysta so disinteresting that she’s probably in less than a third of the film. I could also rant on the three main baby animals who i hate with a burning passion and i was rooting for at least one of them to die throughout the whole movie, but I have homework i need to be doing and grades that are due this friday, i just decided to rant instead of doing stuff lol

[understandableparadox]

Curse of strahd dm grindset routine

i wake up after sleeping 8 hours upside down, need to know how it feels for the flying mammellian homies

first things first, my phone plays the extended batty rap from fern gully then Toxic love from the same movie, alternating so i can get the twin extremes, the music exhilarates me.

I have the gym and hit fifty BLEH BLEH BLEH!'s in a row, fifty standing coffin rises, fifty hiding my face from the sun with my clock, the blood is pumping, hit me up BS'ers... (blood suckers)

after my work out, i hit the showers and sit curled up, attempting to fathom living hundreds of years with my mistakes, letting the water be cold as ice so i know how the homies feel.

time to put in the work, i study the dragnacarter curse of strahd reloaded, interactive tome of strahd, van richtens guide to ravenloft and the original curse of strahd at the same time while, i have forced myself to sprout an additional four eyes to keep up.

Follow absoloutly none of it and write whatever the fuck i wanted to do anyways while sneakily stealing the cool shit from whatever book im reading through. the mind is Sharp.

Blair 80s music as i go through it all and make it properly 80s themed, i dont wear my thick legging because i live in texas and that may kill me.

spend 10 hours figureing out how i can psychologically fuck with my players while stareing at a david bowie poster i drew lil fangs on, gygax may have hated women but he was right about one thing... its us vs them. and im here to Lose baby, im training to lose so fucking hard.

i end the day practicing my shocked face when the players use the overpowered item i gave them to defeat my boss encounter i worked way to hard on, fifty reps of course, cant let the body think that just because the suns down its time to power down.

[brasideios]

My boy Charlie

So, tentatively, I really want to start posting more about my original writing, since that's what I do full time; what I'm working on, the things I'm writing about, and just generally more writerly stuff, including talking about my OCs.

I feel rather shy about it, but I'm doing it anyway. If y'all hate it, I'm sorry in advance.

I've started with an OC because of a conversation I had in passing with @ainulindaelynn last week. As I said there, a lot of my OCs are based on kind of 'archetypes' I've developed (if that's not too grand a name for it) who I write and rewrite in various guises. I usually call them after the name I gave them the first time I really dug into their character.

Which brings me to my boy Charlie.

He's been my muse for a really long time - and I had this weird experience where I found a picture of him the other day so you can even see him without my having to attempt to draw his ass:

[This image is from a fashion catalogue; the absurdly expensive brand is Connolly.]

Something about the unsmiling face, the way he's looking away into the distance - just the whole vibe. The model from other angles doesn’t look like him, just this image... and the vibes.  

Original Charlie

The first time I wrote Charlie was in 2004 in a short story called The Pioneer; that short story was re-written heavily in 2014 and was eventually polished up and included in my published (2018) book Stories from Wiacubbin.

It was called - can you guess? - Charlie 😆 I've never enjoyed coming up with titles!

The whole book was written as an extension of that short, to expand on the characters in it so - what a journey this guy has taken me on.

Anyway. This is (the polished version of) how he's first introduced:

~~~

The sky was the barely blue of a long dry summer, even though it was only early December. Sun-bleached wheat fields lay across the flats, blonde on red clay.

Charlie was surrounded by familiar sounds: the shush of the breeze in the wheat; the snort of the horse’s breath and the muffled thump of its hooves on compacted dirt; the clink of the harness. He was a man used to being in the saddle - his mother had liked to say he was born into it. 

He squinted out from beneath his hat, pulled low over blue eyes, at the crop as he passed. It was an assessing glance which told him harvest wasn’t far off.

The Young’s homestead lay ahead. Granite dry walls, sun-baked mud brick, corrugated iron; the outbuildings of canvas, tree trunks, stone; and beyond, the granite outcrop, Wiacubbin Hill - a dark looming mass in the bright day.

The cattle dogs heard the horse and rider approaching and began to bark. Two men walked out from the stables curiously, shielding their eyes from the sun. 

As Charlie dismounted, the elder of the two asked, ‘You the new man?’

Charlie nodded curtly, and introduced himself.

‘I’m Ed, this is John.’ John nodded in greeting.

‘The boss about?’ Charlie asked after shaking hands with them both.

‘Down the south paddock. He’ll be back shortly. Head into the house and the girl’ll get you a drink while you wait.’

The house faced the outcrop. There was a dry gully which ran from the dam in the orchard at the south end of the house, along the front of the veranda and into oblivion, thus dividing the house from the driveway. Two rough-hewn tree trunks had been placed across the gully, and Charlie walked over these and then up the couple of steps to the veranda and the front door.

The door stood open. He knocked politely against the door frame before stepping across the threshold. 

The dining room was unexpectedly cool. With whitewashed walls, it was dominated by a large, scrubbed table; its only nod to decoration was a sideboard on which several old-fashioned photographs stood. He was looking at these when a girl in her late teens came into the room.

‘My father’s out. He’ll be back soon.’ Her voice was very soft. For a moment, their eyes met. She looked away. ‘Please sit. I’ll bring tea.’

He watched her go, then did as she’d instructed. He took a seat which gave him a clear view of the outcrop and the dam humped beneath it. The landscape was blurred and moving in the heat haze, a wash of gold, ochre and brown. 

His eyes wandered back to the photographs on the sideboard. The family ancestors, he assumed. None of the girl, he noted; only matriarchal women in tight-laced dresses and huge hats, and men in dark suits and full moustaches, all of them looking very serious.

He heard the clink of the teapot lid and teaspoons against the china as the girl came back. She set the tray down on the table, then handed him a cup and saucer, and set another at the head of the table.

She turned to leave, but stopped when he said, ‘I’m Charlie, by the way.’

She looked at him from under her brows, as if she couldn’t bring herself to look at him directly. Her face was as serious as the ancestors on the sideboard beside her.

‘I’m Rebekah.’ She was gone again before he could say anything further. He poured the tea into his own cup, frowning momentarily.

~~~

New Charlie (Joel).

I've been working on a new story, set nearly ~80 years later, and was digging into a new character via dialogue, Joel. I got a-ways in and was like, oh no. This is Charlie.

So new Charlie has just dropped (or has started to drop, anyway 😆)

(This is a WIP so forgive unpolished bits):

~~~

It was a perfect golden afternoon – the sparkling ocean beneath a high clear sky; a cargo ship even then was slipping towards the hazy horizon.

There was a golden quality to it all that tugged at my heart strings. The strange sense I sometimes have of the perfection of the world – or at the least, of a moment of perfection.

That feeling was powered by intense gratitude. I was still haunted by the person I’d been, and perhaps still partly was. The darkness that’d been in me – but I didn’t want to think about that. There was too much pain in it.

The guy who was sitting with Rowan came over to where I was looking out at the sunset, dragging a chair behind him, clumsy and shy. The sun caught his sandy brown hair, turning it vividly gold. His face was pleasant, wide-browed, but there was something vaguely brooding about him; something stern could be glimpsed lurking beneath the friendly surface. His eyes were very blue.

‘Since your friend and my friend are talking, I thought I’d introduce myself. I’m Joel.’

He offered a hand, and I shook it. His hand was so calloused, I almost recoiled.

‘Arity,’ I said.

‘So, what brings you ladies here this arvo?’

‘It’s my birthday actually.’

‘Let me guess,’ he said, squinting at me. ‘You’re… twenty-five?’

He was right. ‘Good guess.’

He smiled in one corner of his mouth.

I pondered a moment, looking at the pint of beer he’d placed on the table. The drops of condensation on the glass caught the sunlight like jewels.

After a minute, I said, ‘Well, I guess one of us has to do it.’

He raised an eyebrow. ‘Do what?’

‘Ask the obligatory, boring question – what do you do for a crust?’

He half-smiled again. ‘I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.’

I laughed, though I wasn’t entirely sure he was joking.

I suggested, ‘So… you’re a secret assassin, here to take out innocent women quietly drinking their cocktails?’

He smiled properly. It transformed his face in an astonishing way, softening the hard lines, crinkling his eyes at the corners charmingly.

‘Not at all,’ he said, though I could see him choosing his words. ‘I’m in public service. What about you?’

‘I work in hotels.’

‘Anywhere good?’ he asked, then clarified, ‘I mean here, in Perth, or somewhere exotic?’

‘Here,’ I said. ‘But I want to go up north eventually, after I finish my degree.’

‘Your degree?’

He’d visibly recoiled a little. I wondered what he was thinking.

‘I’m going to be a writer.’ I said it boldly, as if finishing the degree would automatically eject into the world someone who would write a novel. As if authors were somehow produced via a reliable process. ‘That’s part of why I want to travel. I can’t write about this shithole, can I?’

He half smiled at that; whatever thought the degree had provoked had passed, apparently. Maybe I’d misunderstood his body language.

‘I dunno.’ He looked around us pointedly, eyes sparkling. ‘I’ve been to worse pubs.’

It took me a second, then I caught up. I laughed.

‘You know what I mean!’

He took a drink before he said, ‘I sure do. Perth sucks.’

I agreed with him, but there was something about the way he said it that made me perk up my ears. To me, it sucked, but I meant it in an affectionate way; his dislike was different.

‘You’re not from here originally.’ It wasn’t a question.

He shook his head. ‘Brisbane.’

‘Been here long?’

‘Seven months. Another five to go.’

‘Then what?’

He shrugged, looking out at the ocean. ‘Not sure yet.’

Something clicked then. I’d grown up in Langarrin with new Navy kids always turning up for classes, then leaving again a year later. One of my high school friends had joined up when he was old enough, and he’d seemed to move at least every year, sometimes more, until we eventually lost touch.

And, of course, there’d been my Dad.

‘Are you in Defence?’ I asked, unintentionally pitching my voice low, as if I was asking him to disclose a state secret. Maybe it was his earlier evasiveness which made me vaguely nervous about asking.

The swiftest flicker of surprise crossed his face, as though I’d caught him out; but it was gone as he tilted his head and asked very coolly, ‘What makes you ask that?’

I sat back. I knew I was right. I wondered why he hadn’t just told me outright – I’d never met a sailor who’d been that evasive.

I shrugged. ‘I’ve known sailors all my life.’

He scoffed. ‘Navy.’ He shifted then, sitting up straighter. He met my eye with an almost defiant expression. ‘I’m Army.’

I wasn’t sure what he expected me to say about that. I said, ‘Fair enough,’ but I felt compelled to add, ‘I don’t judge.’

He visibly relaxed. I didn’t understand his reactions at all.

‘Do you want another drink?’ he asked. Why did I feel like I’d passed a test?

‘Yes, please,’ I said, waving my now-empty glass at him. ‘Tom Collins.’

He asked Rowan if he wanted another, and Suzie took the moment to glance over at me then.

She tilted her head, as if to ask if everything was good. I smiled back, reassuringly. I wasn’t sure if I liked Joel, but I’d definitely been around worse people.

I returned the favour, and she smiled in this way she had that said she liked him. I smiled back.

~~~

So that's Charlie. He's one of the easiest to pin down.

Where I can identify the source of his character, he's based very loosely on a close friend I had at one time, mixed with a collection of ideas gleaned from the books of Cormac McCarthy, all things Western, and a brief spell of being really into mid-century history.

If anyone cares to ask anything about him or OCs in general, or anything about writing, I'm open to talk about anything pretty much. AND I would love to see/hear about everyone else's OCs. It's so interesting to see what other people people are making 😆

If you read this far, thank you 🤍

[ckret2]

assignment understood let me dial it back and try again. once upon a time there was a magic jungle full of pink sparkly rainbow versions of your classic zoo animals, lions tigers zebras giraffes etc. theres a clan of evil gray apes who want to rule the jungle but they are fought off with the power of friendship. also one of the youngest members of the apes clan joined the side of good and the magic of friendship turned them colorful so they'd match the rest of the good guy cast. also to keep the unicorns theres sky islands where they live and theyre kind of treated like the gods/angels of this world think skywishes the pegasus from g3 mlp

Anon I think you're onto something. Love the Lisa Frank vibes.

I had a thought about a half hour ago like, "What if fairies? What if flowers is the thing of this show? What if like Fern Gully but reimagined with the tone and aesthetic of Care Bears—" and forest fairies with colorful animal pals would work pretty damn well. (If it wasn't fairies it'd have to be Token Human Sidekicks, if you don't have a human cast there's always gotta be a Token Human somewhere in these shows.) Get five fairies, five EXTREMELY lovable animals to be their buddies/teammates, and the Main Character Team Leader's teammate is a unicorn. Or maybe the unicorn is the main character and there are just like two helper fairies running around the animals.

Not sure about gorillas specifically BUT it could be other Spooky Animals—like, make an Evil Spider, Evil Snake, and Evil Bee (some producer somewhere thought this was a Good Message to send children because it teaches kids not to play with venomous animals), but the Evil Bee becomes a good guy because he loves flowers so much (and maybe some environmentalist with a very narrow focus wrote in scolding the production company for vilifying the hardworking bee and they were scared of controversy). The bee has rainbow stripes. There's some kind of "being kind makes you beautiful!" dialogue that nobody questioned at the time but in retrospect sends a pretty messed up message.

The boss of the spider and snake is literally just Hexxus with the serial numbers filed off and made 80% less threatening. It's just, an evil purple cloud that hates friendship, flowers, and colors.

There might be one middle-aged balding guy who gets roped into the villains' schemes because he's too dumb to realize they're evil.

It's called something like "Flower Painters" (we'll workshop that) and their stated mission is, specifically, bringing colors to plants, which by extension gives color to the rest of the world, and somehow this causes love and friendship maybe? Or maybe NOT being friendly drains the colors from flowers? Something about colors is going on here. The colors are mandatory. There's some sort of goofy abstract morals. Also don't litter.

If this show actually existed in real life and I was an 8-year-old girl, the evil snake would be my favorite character. Not because the snake is more interesting than the hero animals, I'm just very bad at being representative of my target audience demographic.

[therealjoebro64]

would sonic xtreme have been good?

It's impossible to say, but personally speaking, no. The way it was shaping up, I don't think it would have.

A scenario in which Sonic X-treme is even released relies on a ton of "what if"s. What if STI had more time? What if they knew how the Saturn actually worked? What if corporate politics weren't screwing the project over at every stage? What if Sonic Team / SoJ had assisted in its development? Any one of those would dramatically alter how X-treme would've ended up.

Based on the materials we've gotten over the years, I think X-treme would've been a jumbled, confusing mess of a game if it came out in the direction it was headed. I booted up the Jade Gully map in SRB2 fairly recently and didn't think it was very fun. It didn't feel like a Sonic level at all, aside from the aesthetics. It was blocky, haphazard, and small, and there was absolutely no sense of speed or flow.

In a scenario where X-treme comes out, I think at best it would have been ok by early 3D platformer standards. But even then, I have a hard time thinking it would've been remotely competitive with the likes of Tomb Raider, Crash Bandicoot, and especially Super Mario 64. Like, just look for yourself; it's a classic "flirting vs. harassment" meme:

Ultimately, I think canceling it was for the best, sad as it is. Based on how development was going (according to the producer, Mike Wallis, it had precisely one level and two bosses done at the time of its cancellation), it would've been a major black eye for Sonic and Sega as a whole had it been released as intended during Christmas 1996.

[clit-eastwood-spicy]

3, 4, 7, 10, 34, 55, 62, 85, and 94 (or whichever you feel like doing lol)

AAAA YIS, MORE QUESTIONS - THANK YOU <3 ^^

3. I feel like roughly 95% of my writing is romance based to some extent or another... so like just about all sdkjff (9/10 scale)

4. So I had to look the term up, but if I'm understanding the definition correctly it would be for a Pokemon Legends: Arceus fic I started awhile back and never finished. I had roughly like... 5 optional endings offhand and I wasn't sure which one I planned on using officially and had been tempted to make multi-endings just for the same of letting the readers pick their own idea of a proper ending.

7. Ohhhh boy, this one is gonna be interesting. So like my first fanfic was actually about Batty from Fern Gully. It was about how he escaped from the testing facility and ended up in the rainforest. I don't remember too much of it since I was like 7? But like I remember I liked how it turned out at the time nad was super proud of it. ^^

10. Honestly I usually slap a half assed temp-title to help me remember the idea I had but sometimes I'll get an idea for the title mid-writing or with a phrase said by a character and I'm like "oooo thats gold, gotta make that the title". On rare occasions it comes to me the moment I start lol.

34. I usually look up names relative to the region I'm writing about and go from there. Sometimes I wing it like a boss though. Main character / oc names are usually thought about for awhile lol.

55. My google docs are a hellscape of half finished / abandoned fics. I'm really bad with starting and never finishing ideas unfortunately oof. I think in the past few years I've only finished one fic, but it was hella short to begin with.

62. My reasons are usually because brainworms go nuts over random thing and I have to do the thing otherwise I have a mini breakdown or forget the idea and get mad jyhewgfwgf.

85. I've actually never done a moodboard before admittedly, but for the current ones I've got cooking I'd say lavender themes with hints of gravestones / death indicators for one of them. The other would be red and wood themes with some bondage vibes and a few images of cameras (spicy fic dsfhgsdf)

94. I vary on that front - I do tend to over-describe a lot but I think it tends to work out a lot in my writing.

[capoteera]

Her boss owns the bar and Dennis owns the club/

I thought all the pictures of them promoting his place was a bar not a club.

From the night before the wedding? That was a promotion party for gully’s tequila not Dennis’s club I think that was just a local bar that held the party

[insaneiceshard]

Chapter 2

Hello!! I finished up chapter 2 of "In the flames we dance like fairies, as a lonely person turns to dust", and I'm really happy with how it came out! This one varies in tone quite a bit since it's a different perspective. Quick warning, It hasn't show up yet but there is a character death via the rain world equivalent of suicide, so I'd recommend you stop reading this series if that triggers or bothers you. Either way I'll still be tagging the chapters with trigger warnings.

Go check out chapter 1 if you haven't already!

Gourmand strained to open the stubborn fruit, digging her claws into the thick and hard exterior hoping for some kind of leverage. These new fruits can be so troublesome! Eventually, after wiping her hands dry for better leverage, it popped open, the sweet and acidic scent instantly hitting her. The pup next to her perked up, previously sat twiddling their thumbs. “How do you always manage to find the toughest fruit, sweet bean?” She asked as she handed the two halves over to the hungry pup. 

They simply shrugged their shoulders, juice already coating the slick fur around their mouth and paws. Gourmand chuckled, it was always a delight to watch the pups rip into their favourite meals, cleanliness be damned. The sound of footsteps echoed throughout the shallow cave they call home, and Gourmand looked away from the messy pup to identify the visitors.

“Oh! You’re back so soon?” She strode forward to close the distance between her and the hunting party. “Yup! Apparently squidcada are slower up north.” The hunt leader happily stated. She moved to take the carcasses from the party members when Sunset asked, “Is Trench still here? He said he’d head back early to tell you to prepare a fire.” The pink slugcat handed her their bounty, then they scrunched their face tight. “Oh- please don’t tell me he forgot. I was thinking about ‘Cada soup the entire trip back.” 

Gourmand turned to put down all the Squidcada in a pile next to her cooking table. She’d have to butcher them all later. Making fires was a time-consuming process, so perhaps she’d ask for some help.

“No, I haven’t seen him yet.” She paused to clean her paws of blood, “Maybe he got caught by something? You know he’s not very good at avoiding conflict.” Dawn shook their head, looking past the entrance like Trench would appear at any moment. The rest of the party started to exit the cave of tangled roots, welcoming the small pup in the group as they climbed out. Their happy chittering faded as Gourmand looked back at Dawn, who was still staring.

“It’s alright, I’ll go find him. You were near the northern shores, hm?” At this, Dawn perked up a bit. ”Yes, but if he died on the way here he might still be at the Gully checkpoint.” 

The Gully, huh? It’s been a while since she’s given that old ditch a visit. It shouldn’t be too tough though, the barren expanse gave way for no new life, so at most there’d be a vulture or maybe even a few centipedes. A good lunch, if she was quick to leave. “Alright then!” She clapped her two paws together, ”Just so long as you butcher these and grab Monk to cook.” Gourmand posited, already grabbing a satchel for the short trek. “Not a problem boss!” Dawn giggled, saluting their “boss”. 

“Though-” They interjected, making her pause before she grabbed a spear from a cubby high off the ground, safe from any curious pups. She waited as Dawn thought of what they wanted to say next, looking quite uncomfortable. “Could-, uhg.” They rubbed their cheek, in embarrassment.

”Could you tell him I’m sorry?” Gourmand tilted her head at that. Usually, it was Trench doing the apologizing. He always found a way to say sorry for things obviously not his fault. Once he even apologized for breathing too loud while sleeping in the same den as her. She hadn't even complained, just being awake for longer than what was comfortable was enough to set him off into a fit. The poor scug will learn someday that there are just some things that can't be helped. 

“Did you do something Dawn?” She asked the nervous scug in front of her. “No, not really.” They drew out. “Just-” The large Slugcat waited, with an eyebrow upturned. Dawn rubbed their paws together, looking back towards the exit. For a second she thought they might turn tail and run. Void below, it couldn’t be that bad, could it?

“I, well we, were scouting an area out.” They paused for a reaction, and when there was none they haphazardly continued. “We were scouting when he fell into a mud pit. It was pretty funny how he just fell right into the mud, I didn’t even know you could fully fall into a pit like that!” they laughed, then remembered why they were telling Gourmand this, clearing their throat a bit. “He didn’t like that I laughed at him”.

“So he ran away because you laughed at him?” She asked. At this, Dawn tensed up. “Well, not exactly. I mean I wouldn't blame him, it was pretty embarrassing, but no.” Gourmand took a deep breath. ”So what really made him mad?” 

“I told the rest of the party. Like, made him look stupid for falling in. The group loved it, but he got really mad later. I guess that’s why he left early.” They finished. Ah, that made more sense. It was dangerous to leave the group alone, but if a scug needed a moment to themselves, well. 

She finally grabbed that spear she needed, stored it in her sling, and turned back towards Dawn. “You care about Trench, don’t you Dawn?” She prodded. The pink scug looked up at her, nodding her head. “Obviously! I mean sometimes I'm a lil mean but he didn’t deserve to get laughed at like that!” Gourmand smiled at the suddenly passionate slugcat in front of her. She then placed a gentle paw on their shoulder.

“You can tell him that when I bring him back.” She said. Dawn smiled tightly, and hugged her. The soft and round scug wrapped her paws around her family member, gently smoothing down the short fur of their back. 

“I promise he won’t be that mad, don’t you worry.”

[surprisinglyfriendlybirds]

aight i'll bite!

S: setting sail, coming home by darren korb (bastion)

U: ungowami by sha sha, soa matrix

R: radio by sylvan esso

P: party poison by mcr

R: rosalie (español) by lewis del mar

I: it's getting boring by the sea by blood red shoes

S: sound of the underground by girls aloud

I: i, carrion (icarian) by hozier

N: neopet graveyard by gully boys

G: god? by alec holowka (nitw)

L: laura by scissor sisters

Y: you know what they do to guys like us in prison by mcr

F: fishies by the cat empire

R: rex - brutus ii by the buttress

I: i'm going to break something by alec holowka (nitw)

E: eat me by demi lovato, royal and the serpent

N: next year by two door cinema club

D: de selby (part 2) by hozier

L: life after salem by lil nas x

Y: you wish by flyana boss

B: boy division by mcr

I: i'd rather be me by barrett wilbert weed (mean girls)

R: rattlesnake by st vincent

D: durkillesburg by alec holowka (nitw)

S: stim sludge by sugs

there we go. all 25 letters. jesus christ. lil bit sad i couldn't think of any megan thee stallion songs to fit any letters because i've had her on loop these past few days.

idk anyone else who might wanna have at it, so consider this an open ended tag to anyone who wants to participate!

URL Song Game- ty @theresthesnitch

Ok. Let's do this. And try not to do all Taylor Swift which was ... A large part of my listening last year (I'm guessing I'm supposed to try to think of songs without looking them up? But some artists I couldn't remember so I did after)

B- barely breathing (ashes to new)

R- ready for it but Taylor

A- after life by citizen soldier

N- never ending nightmare by citizen soldier

D- daylight by Taylor

I-- I can't breathe by dead by april

L- let down Palisades

E- every time you leave by I prevail

I-- if I surrender by citizen soldier

G- get you the moon by kina

H- hero by reddy redd

(I don't know many songs with numbers so I'm cheating and not doing those lol. Bonus points to you if you know 2003 🤣)

No pressure tag: @heartofspells @ginger-snapp @lavenderhaze @insidious-apple @shamelesswolfstarshipper

And anyone else who wants to play tag me

[schrodingersvibecheck]

can’t stop thinkin about her

[deejaybearclaw]

Ursine Waves Episode 019: Belated Juneteenth

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A belated celebration of Juneteenth and Black Lives Matter with exciting sounds from contemporary independent Black/multiracial/intersectional artists from coast to coast and abroad.

Originally broadcast 6/24/20 on Hollow Earth Radio, KHUH-LP Seattle, 104.9 FM & hollowearthradio.org. Playlist with links:

- air break - Dua Saleh - umbrellar (radio edit) - ROSETTA Red Sea Sharks - Lord Grinham - Squalor NNAMDÏ - Flowers to My Demons - BRAT Tidiane Thiam - Dannibe - Siftorde L'Rain - Bat - L'Rain - air break - Vagabon - Every Woman - Vagabon teamonade - goin thru it SPECSWIZARD - the PRESIDENT (part two) (radio edit) Sammus - Childhood (radio edit) - Pieces in Space Big Joanie - Tell a Lie - Sistahs Melissa Laveaux - Nan Pwen Lavi Ankò - air break - Shabazz Palaces & Stas Thee Boss - Mega Church (radio edit) Aye Nako - Particle Mace - Silver Haze Gully Boys - You Should Sleep Alone - Phony JOYEATER - BLED SO DRY - NAYSAYER The Muslims - Call the Cops - Gentrified Chicken - air break - Shamir - On My Own (radio edit)

[the-antiapocalyptic-man]

Britain’s Finest at their Worst, Part One: Stormcloud, Dr. Salt, Godiva, and The Knight

Popularly known in his heyday as “Cap’n Blighty” Gulliver “Gully” Troy had been a war hero turned thief until the machinations of one Dr. John Salt transformed him into one of Britain’s most powerful (government-controlled) metahumans. His wife, Melanie, left him after years of abuse and moved to America. Gully and Melanie’s granddaughter would go on to become the Gotham Rogue Breathplay.

Dr. Salt himself--an avowed Fascist in the Raven League, itself the basis of the Raven Union and eventually the infamous Norsefire Regime--was beaten to near death shortly after turning Troy into Stormcloud. Rebuilt with early, pre-Stone cybernetics, Salt was stronger than a normal human, but still largely relied on his political connections to function as little more than a petulant crime boss.

Socialite Dorcas Leigh, a metahuman with the ability to control her own prehensile character--much like the Major Comics villain of the same name who fought the Maximums, many years later--fought with Stormcould and Knight against the Raven Union in the Second English Civil War, as well as maintaining a brief romance with Cyril, much to Gully’s chagrin. There’s speculation she may have some ties to the Amazons, but other sources claim her origins lie elsewhere...in Suffragette City...

Cyril Sheldrake, heir to the Knight (separate from Shining Knight, White Knight, Green Knight or any others besides), he inherited his father’s spot in the Batmen of Many Nations (later Batman Inc.) as well as a bunch of other responsibilities he didn’t particular want or ask for. Nonetheless, he was brave to a fault, and his metahuman allies would remember him fondly even after his death years later and the ascension of his Squire, Beryl, to the role.

[professionallydeadinside]

I have sorta lose concepts for two ocs currently!!!

Both would be mutants obviously because LOL has a chokehold on my consciousness at all times

The first would actually be the bat oc I mentioned wanting to make when we talked about Fern Gully! I think I’d make her based off a Rafinesque's big-eared bat bc I’m a sucker for animal aligned characters with huge ears. She’d have been mutated by LOL, obviously, but would run off to join Yara’s gang because let’s face it LOL is not a fun boss. She’d definitely be with Doug and Dr.DOS in the ‘paranoid weirdos’ club but to be fair, she double crossed LOL of all people, she has a right to be nervous. She’d be untrusting of those who are known to work closely with LOL, and of other mutants. Probably a thief type henchman, stealing smuggled goods and bonds. She CAN hang of ceilings and regularly freaks everyone out doing so. She cannot actually fly, yes, she has tried, yes, it ended badly.

The second concept is way less thought out, just. Something acid related. One of the henchmen who are slower and have a pausing animation, like how Ms.DOS stops to catch her breath bc she’s old, but the pausing animation is them melting into a pile of bubbling goo on the floor.

I SEARCHED UP THE BAT AND I LOVE THEM???? Also love the idea of an acid related villain,,,,,love that they just turn into a goo pile wasdfghjhgfds