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[lanymme]

On the eve of Lonetrail ending, I have some sad thoughts about preservation of media in this game.

The event is amazing. The effort and love put in to this story and all the little details is beyond me. I’m really glad that it’s gonna go straight into the Intermezzi so that anyone who picks up this game or missed the event gets to experience it.

But a big part of this event is going to be missing. The lobby, for one thing, is a huge part of the story’s lingering emotional power. The narrative touched my heart. It made me cry.

But what made me break down, what destroyed me, was finishing that final story segment and seeing this

Turn into this:

And just sitting there, full of pain and wonder and real, actual grief, reflecting on what had just happened as I sat there in the dark with my headphones on, totally immersed in the lonely and hopeful and Ad Astra, reframed by this new context into something that was also terribly and beautifully sad.

It didn’t fully comfort me. But it gave me the refuge to feel the things I needed to feel, drifting and alone.

Throughout the rest of the week, the little missions from the Investigation section helped me return to and slowly process my feelings, with little bits of additional story and context.

And each time I opened the event, that devastating splash of Kristen dunked me back into my emotions, to give them another go.

This is the only piece of art I’ve consumed that comes with its own aftercare and damn if I didn’t appreciate it.

I probably don’t need to explain this whole experience to you in detail, because y’all reading this have (hopefully) already played the event and experienced that for yourselves.

But people in the future playing this event are not gonna experience that aspect of this multimedia piece of art, because these parts of an event do not show up in the archive.

They won’t experience the guy saying “*A new age is upon us!*” getting replaced by the empty billows of space as Kristen’s pod drifts outside terra’s starpod.

You can probably find it, in recordings. But searching down something on the Internet to see what used to show up does not hit the same as getting greeted by the new intro and splash whenever you return to the event. You’ll be like “oh yeah I bet that was cool” and not “Oh, I’m not okay.” Or whatever your reaction to that piece of the art in its proper place would be.

I don’t really have much else to say on the matter.

I just think that’s sad.

[quantummindclassicalheart]

The first verse of The Parting Glass sung a cappella for @elodieunderglass :) Using my bass range for good (and a little bit of evil, if the role calls for it). Featuring a little bit of a growl on the low D if I'm honest.

[benevolenterrancy]

Swords pining for each other's cultivator is my new favorite type of pining. Love your NieYao content! <3

I don't suppose we could get Baxia or Hensheng throwing a tantrum while Jin Guangyao / Nie Mingjue are away, leaving their owners to deal with the embarrassing aftermath?

Also, do you have any recs you'd recommend with these two?

this is the exact moment Nie Huaisang realised he was going to have to start meddling in his big brother's love life (con't: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

Hensheng, on the other hand, doesn't throw tantrums but WILL sulk...

[waterlogged-detective]

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[the-travelling-witch]

so i can’t work on my twst x pokémon au (fittingly named a twisted pokémon au) atm since i’m absolutely overwhelmed with irl stuff but i want to share this little headcanon with the attentive ones of you that catch this post

I still haven’t finalised giving each character a team but every now and then I think about it and I know a lot of people give Azul a tentacruel or octillery as a signature pokémon, and I definitely have them written down too, don’t get me wrong, but I had this stupid idea out of nowhere

Picture this: you’re fighting this super tough battle against this cunning opponent and he has all these intimidating water pokemon and you somehow get him down to his last but strongest pokémon. As you wait with bated breath for what kind of ace he will send out next, he throws his pokéball to release… quagsire, arguably one of the least nefarious water types there is (at least visually)

And basically the backstory is that Azul’s had the whooper since he was still a chubby little octopus and it was basically his first real friend who’d stick by his side and wouldn’t bully him, even trying to ‘protect’ Azul from his bullies despite being so small itself (the twins would totally find it hilarious yet strangely adorable), so Azul being the softie he is just can’t not have quagsire on his team, even if it ruins his whole reputation

Tl;dr emotional support quagsire for the business octopus

I mean quagsire isn’t a bad pokemon if you don’t put it in front of a plant (or the opponent has freeze dry), it just ruins the image Azul is trying to establish here. But I think Azul is low-key a softie and I want to believe that quagsire could be the worst mon ever and he’d find some kind of excuse to keep bringing it along (Jade and Floyd just trade knowing smirks as Azul clears his throat and pushes up his glasses)

Speaking of Jade and Floyd, they get to make fun of Azul/ quagsire but if anyone else does it, they’d better start praying to all higher powers they can think of

Imagine quagsire wearing Azul’s dorm uniform hat, being all happy and proud about it ㅠㅠ

(Also quagsire going from this stick thin little guy to a chubby bigger guy kind of parallels Azul’s insecurities if you want to read more into it than I initially considered)

Azul: Should we order dark purple or lilac decorations for Mostro Lounge… What do you think?

Quagsire: :]

Azul: You are so right, a deeper purple would compliment the tableware nicely

or maybe I’ll just give him a tentacruel anyway… though quagsire is also working his way into my heart

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[quarks-pussy]

So I know we here at Startrekfandom love that "came back wrong but from the pov of the wrong" thing and apply it to many different characters and canon situations and I am far from trying to complain about it (I'm "came out wrong" trope myself so I was always gonna obsess over it) but having recently watched a very important episode (you'll know which one) for the first time I think there's a character who hits both tropes mentioned but llike, intertwined, opposite and subverted, and whom I wanna talk about.

Julian Bashir.

From his parents' pov he's "came out wrong but we got him help and he came back better" while from his own pov it's "came out 'insufficient', was destroyed for it, came back wrong and only later slowly came to terms with his new self tho never the process (justifiably so)" and it's heartbreaking because in a way, he's right! Jules Bashir died! His parents had an intellectually disabled child and decided to eugenics him! Julian is not the person he used to be and while I do love the person he is now, that doesn't bring back who he was! Part of me wishes we could've gotten to see Jules at least once and part of me hopes we never do because my heart would shatter.

This isn't a good comparison but nonetheless one I can't help drawing: it's giving similar vibes to anti-vaxxers. "I'd rather risk having a child who is dead than one who's autistic". Obviously this doesn't map over since Julian is still autistic and the procedure his parents subjected him to specifically targeted his intellectual disability and if any folks with id wanna comment on this I definitely recommend you listen to them over me, but it's a similarity I, as an autistic who has encountered anti-vaxxers again and again, can't help but point out. "Give me a normal child or give them death."

This may have been written about already but there needs to be stories about teenage Julian (after finding out and rediscovering who he was) practicing some good ol' recognition of the self through media. I need to hear about how he would encounter a story about someone who came back wrong (I'm gonna assume there's plenty of "wrong" pov stories floating around by the 24th century) and absolutely weep. I need to see Julian mourning Jules, taking years and years to process his feelings, experiencing guilt about how he, the imposter, didn't deserve to live Jules' life.

Came back wrong from the returned's pov but it wasn't an accident. It was done to you deliberately by the people who claim to love you. And now you are here, piloting the corpse of your predecessor.

Jules Bashir is dead. Long live Julian Bashir.

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday💀

tagged by @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @daffi-990 @fortheloveofbuddie @disasterbuckdiaz @hoodie-buck 💖

hi! so, yesterday I randomly opened the doc with the buddie death cast au - which is a fic I started writing last summer on vacation and never got back to it but then made progress lol it's gonna be MCD, which i know is not everyone's thing so feel free to ignore this 🤣 it's basically buddie in the universe of the "they both die at the end"/"the first to die at the end" books so it's gonna be sad, sorry lol (I never even read mcd, idk why i'm writing this but this idea just wants to be written i guess haha) gotta put this weird mood I've been in lately to good use and finally write this 🤣 not sure if I'm happy with this snippet, but it all needs editing, the first two snippets were written on my phone and haven't been edited yet lol

I posted two snippets so far, gonna link them both snippet 1 | snippet 2

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“Is all of this clear, Eddie?” she asks in the end.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” he says shortly. He should've just hung up immediately. Or cancel this stupid subscription after Shannon died. Sometimes he wonders if maybe people who get the calls and coincidentally get into accidents, for example, just give up and refuse to fight because they think it’s their time. Not like Shannon could do much, her injuries were too severe when they got there, but the point stands. Maybe they get more reckless, thinking it doesn’t matter anyway. 

There’s a short pause on the line, but then Jane speaks up again, her tone softer, more sympathy seeping through.

“I know it’s not easy to accept, if you’d like some help with that, on out website you can find therapists and grief counselors specializing in-”

“Listen.” Eddie interrupts. He’s spent enough time in therapy. He’s not doing it on his supposedly last day. “I know it’s all bullshit. I don’t care. You said what you had to say, I listened, for whatever reason.” he rolls his eyes. He really should’ve hung up, or not answered at all. “Is this conversation over yet?” he asks and is met with another moment of silence. She’s probably wondering what everyone else always is: why is he even spending money on this if he doesn’t believe. He has an answer ready to go, but that’s not what she asks.

“Can I ask you a question?” she says quieter, whispering, probably not allowed to go too much off-script. 

“Sure, why not.” he shrugs. He’s wide awake now, anyway, he’s not in a hurry. Not like he’s dying anytime soon.

“If it was your last day, how would you spend it? You don’t have to answer, just think about it.” she adds quickly, her tone much softer and gentler now. Eddie’s mind immediately supplies a picture of Christopher and Buck, just a casual hang-out, like usual, maybe going to the movies, or the aquarium, or the planetarium, something fun for his kid. And later a gathering with the rest of their family, maybe a barbecue at Bobby and Athena’s, with Maddie and Chim, and Hen and Karen, all their kids, just everyone having fun together. Yeah, that’d be a perfect day. “There’s no harm in spending today just like this, if possible. Just in case.” Jane adds, still whispering. He doesn’t tell her that’s more or less his plan, anyway, for the evening after his 12-hour shift. During which nothing will happen to him, because Death-Cast doesn’t know shit. “Well, lastly, Eddie,” Jane’s voice is back at normal-volume, tone strictly professional but sympathetic, as she recites the end of her script, “on behalf of everyone here at Death-Cast, we’re so sorry to lose you. Live this day to the fullest.”

Eddie hangs up without a word.

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[maretriarch]

i work at mcdonalds in the meantime now so im going to be boofing all the free diet coke until it comes out my nose

[rendevok]

fandom ask!!! 6 9 and 17 w/whatever character ((: also just wanted to let u know how much i've grown with ur art lol, i was a big caejose enjoyer and when i started getting into my aa phase i looked back at ur art and saw all the narumitsu stuff and was like hell yeah!!

Omg how fun! I love being able to see works from familiar creators when i explore new fandoms, I’m glad i could be that for you hehe ^^

6. Show us a bit of a WIP!

Since you got me feeling nostalgic, have this caejose wip that i love even if i may never finish it! (Werewolf/vampire au!)

9. Write a recommendation of someone else’s fic you enjoyed!

(tgcf incoming…)

tremble (for my beloved) by yilingcatriarch - there are no words better to describe this than “The Eming Fic”, and the reason it’s what i want to recommend out of the many many fics i’ve loved is because i read it like a week ago and i genuinely cannot stop thinking about it. Such a fun, sweet, and original concept & execution. I really enjoyed it! So- easy to read and easy to love! I really hope the author might consider writing a sequel someday, but truthfully it’s perfect as is!

17. What’s a book, movie, or show you think [character] would like?

OHOHOHOHOO OK SO!! (7yg narumitsu + trucy, no one is surprised atp)

I have a bit of a headcanon surrounding it, but i think that Phoenix, Trucy, and Miles would enjoy watching Perry Mason together to try and see who can figure out the truth/true criminal first! (Bonus points bc! MASON + 7YG!!) The hc is that they would habitually watch an episode or two at the end of the day, and compete see who ends up with the highest accuracy rate. This show has just enough niche/antiquated culture knowledge (Miles), random character motive bs (Phoenix), and “guy who was on screen but nobody noticed” (Trucy) for it to be a relatively fair competition between the three of them. Trucy definitely wins out in the end though, by a small but reasonable margin.

[sergle]

Btw. b. t. w. there are a couple other meds I’ve been sniffing at that I’m gonna ask my doc about switching to. but I’m probably going to bat for bupropion (Wellbutrin) DO ANY OF YALL... currently use it / have positive experiences w it. or mild warnings. no bitching about it is allowed until/unless I use it and hate it, bc otherwise you will frighten me

[natsutakashi]

damn i've been struggling so much with anger issues;;

[astrxealis]

hi guys please wish me luck for my college entrance exam tomorrow for one of my dream schools xoxo

[raineandsky]

A Corrupt Guardian

or #8.2 (Part 1) (Part 2)

“Ugh, what a day,” the villain exclaims as she swings the front door open. The handle violently batters against the handle-shaped dinge in the wall for good measure. “It’s been a long one – heroes just don’t know when to leave off.”

She shrugs her coat off, frowning at the lack of response to her complaints. “[Civilian]?” she calls into the house as she traipses down the hallway. The TV’s on in the living room, unoccupied, and she tuts in disappointment as she switches it off. Her next port of call is the bedroom, and it’s only when she finds the sheets perfectly made and the curtains open that she starts to suspect something is amiss.

“[Civilian]…?” she repeats a little louder, the name wracked with nerves. She makes several rounds of the house and a dozen unanswered phone calls before she accepts what’s happened. She sinks into the living room sofa, and the lingering warmth on the leather almost brings her to tears.

She’d promised she’d protect him. He’d come to her in a moment of weakness for help, and she said she would keep him safe from the so-called heroes – yet here she is, in an empty house, only the pleasant warmth of his recent departure against her back to suggest he was ever here.

She knows exactly where he is – heroes aren’t anything if not a little obvious. She gets to her feet, steeling her resolve as she strides back out into the hallway and whips her coat back over her shoulders. He’ll be back in the safety of her company in the next twenty-eight minutes.

-

Seventeen of those minutes are the painful journey to the hero agency – rush hour traffic makes her honestly consider upping the ante of her crimes. She abandons her car in a dark alleyway nearby, making her way to a simple backdoor on foot and slipping through the moment the guards aren’t looking. They obviously presume no one knows about the door to use it to break in, since their attention is caught on something they’re laughing at on their phones.

Nineteen minutes now. The villain studies the hall she’s in nonchalantly, the walls bare and the space devoid of life. She wanders aimlessly until she happens across a junction in the corridor, complete with a sign of directions – it was always humorous to her that the agency’s size required signposts to point employees to and fro, but right now she couldn’t be more thankful for them.

Twenty minutes. She finds the holding cells and follows the arrow down the hallway, leaping into the barely-there shadows whenever she catches an inkling of another human. Eventually she spots a plastic sign next to a door when she pauses in a slightly darkened alcove. Its bold, unabashed letters might as well be a neon sign pointing to the door for her specifically – ‘Holding Cells’.

She flits down the corridor on the twenty-third minute. The lights are overbearingly bright, as if the agency wants you to think the sun is trapped in their ceilings. The sterile environment was never something she was particularly a fan of.

Twenty-four. She turns hopefully into the cell room. Bars line each wall, broken voices of criminals arrested and instantly forgotten seeping through the cracks and boring into her skull like a dull drone. She carefully walks down the middle, checking each cell and trying to not get put off by the other villains’ excitement at her presence. She’s not here for them.

Twenty-five. “[Civilian]?” the villain says as loudly as she dares into the damning echo of the room, and a shuffle catches her attention from somewhere behind her.

“[Villain]…?” The cell behind her on her left. Hearing the civilian sets her heart alight with relief, and all the tension dissipates from her body as she swings back to him, following his voice to the cell with a barely contained laugh.

“[Civilian], I–” Her voice catches in her throat as she pauses in front of the open bars, her victorious grin dying on her lips.

A cold steel chair sits in the middle of the tiny cell, a small radio propped up on its seat. “[Villain],” the radio says.

“Wh–” She barely has time to comprehend the reality of what’s happening before someone harshly shoves her from behind. She stumbles into the cell with a poorly held back curse, barely recovering before she hears the rattling rails as the door is rammed shut behind her. She swings to face her captor, not entirely surprised to see Hero locking the door with a sigh.

Twenty-six minutes. “Hey,” he says casually, as if they’re just spotting each other in the street and he’s not currently locking her in a prison. “Figured you might come.”

“Bastard,” is the only name that comes to mind to call him. “How dare you–”

“Your boyfriend’s fine,” he interjects levelly, unbothered. “He’s living a lot better than you’re about to be, at least. Does he prefer one or two pillows on his bed?”

“He prefers me, freak.” Her hands wrap around the bars, willing them to bend apart under her feeble strength. “You seriously went for him?”

The hero shrugs tiredly as he swings the keys idly around his finger. “Got you here, didn’t it? Our plan worked a treat.”

“Well I’m here now, aren’t I? I thought you didn’t bring civilians into it. Thought you were the morally superior, perfect role models.”

The twenty-seventh minute is rewarded with a heartless shrug. “He’s in no danger, technically. Makes good blackmail for you, though.”

“How the fuck are you going to blackmail me with his being here if you’re doing such a wonderful job looking after him?”

The hero lets out a noise that vaguely resembles a laugh. “Guess you’ll have to stick around and find out, huh?”

He steps away from her cell with a proud smile before turning on his heel and wandering out of the room, leaving her in her new prison with the cacophony of angry and upset and annoyed and terrified criminals surrounding her.

It’s been twenty-eight minutes.

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[emometalhead]

Things I'm putting on my personal Bingo card for my Eras Tour concert:

• I will cry 3+ times

• I will cry through the entirety of the surprise songs

• My dad will only sing along to I Knew You Were Trouble and You Need To Calm Down

• My dad will purposefully sing the wrong lyrics to I Knew You Were Trouble

• I will break a nail or severely chip the polish

• I'm going to trip, but not completely fall, on stairs at the stadium

[butchlifeguard]

every joan of arc post should be certified by someone whos butch and catholic and going through the horrors. this excludes gerard way posts tho i think they also truly understand her

[fightwing]

HELLO FRIENDS!!! slooooowly starting to come out of hiatus SO couple of important things: 1. please LIKE this post if we have an active thread you'd like to continue (i'm gonna try and reply to some anyway, no pressure at all to continue ones you've lost interest in, this is just to help me remember who I owe. also message me or comment here if you've got one specifically you'd like to continue), 2. send me a meme if we don't have anything/if you just want new thread(s) and 3. i am slowly VERY slowly going to be catching up on stuff i missed while i was gone like followers list etc. so if youre still with me or i missed u i wanna say thank u for being patient and hmu if you'd like to write anything specific!!