#who has finished w359

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whats an anxiety disorder, im jacobi

[theonceandfuturefool]

I think something that is so funny about the wolf 359 finale episodes is how much of a non-issue everything becomes. your crew gets their minds restrained so they do whatever they’re told? just use some alien blood to short that shit out. you get shot in the leg? ship has an automated surgeon. your commander tries to hurl you back to earth solo without your consent and the ship will only respond to her? say the order with enough conviction and turn that baby back around. you need that one guy to get the information you want, but he got shot off into space? good news, doug eiffel fastball special. bomb goes off? jump out of the way. evil tech guy obsessed with progress can somehow catch bullets? yeah, okay, sure. harpoon.

[ceruleanvulpine]

long(ish)fics I have planned extensively over the years but (almost certainly) will never finish:

cassvarric fake dating (dragon age): a misnomer tbh because dorian is the third main character. post-inquisition, three people with complicated feelings about family legacy go to nevarra. the remnants of the rebellion for which cass' parents were executed try to recruit her as a figurehead. meanwhile, varric tells an aunt that he and cass had an absurd meet-cute and are deeply in love, as a joke; she cannot contradict this without an obligation to avenge her honor. meanwhile, dorian gets drunk at a party, offends a mortalitasi who is part of said remnants by asking too many probing questions about necromancy, and DOES have to fight a duel for THAT guy's honor. varric gets kidnapped as leverage. cass has to Tell A Story (Lie)

college ghosts (heathers musical): veronica gets into a Fine college. close to home. she's sooooooo moved on and over it and sees the goodness in people. ... except heather duke is her roommate. a truce where neither of them want to reveal their past is broken by heather getting drunk and nervous at a party, at which point veronica starts seeing heather chandler's ghost again. AND jd. being intermittently possessed and going Maximum Alpha Bitch Mode / straight up punching that asshole in philosophy class is bad for her. AND bad for duke, who was kind of in love with chandler. I appear to have written veronica cathartically tackle-hugging the ghost of her own horrid mean drunk teen self but I do NOT remember the context, except that it's halloween and she put on her old blue jacket. duke figures out what happened with heather and jd. veronica has a chance to let her die in an unlucky frozen lake based incident, but doesn't, despite this

miranda pryce's journey of self rediscovery (w359): postcanon pryce and eiffel bond over how fucking weird it is to be surrounded by people who know your past when you don't. some of her bad personality remains, although a lot of it was Made Worse by like sixty years of hanging out with cutter! lovelace wants to destroy goddard, jacobi wants to redirect goddard, pryce would prefer not to be the symbol for this conflict thx. pryce and jacobi bond (?) over losing their platonic soulmates and being deeply offended by the suggestion that she could be maxwell 2.0. pryce goes on a trip, impersonates herself, finds some of her history, finds some of cutter's history VERY DIRECTLY in the form of a failsafe backup of his brain, and, we hope, has character developed enough to say no to his offer this time.

Jesus Christ I worked on the dragon age one and the w359 one in 2017 someone take me out

[clonerightsagenda]

One of those get to know you posts!

tagged by @herawell

LAST SONG? U2's "40" because I'm working on questions for our scholar bowl competition's 40th anniversary and I'm trying to create a whole round of 40-themed questions.

FAVORITE COLOR? Hard to pick one, but overall I prefer cool tones. Recently painted my bathrooms teal.

CURRENTLY WATCHING? Nothing at the moment, but I am eagerly anticipating the next season of Great British Bakeoff, although I'm also morbidly curious about which cultural foods they will destroy this time.

LAST MOVIE? Oh man. I honestly can't remember? It might have been Glass Onion, actually.

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY? Sweet tooth. It is my prime vice, and I think it's actually gotten worse as I've grown older, although my current meds tanking my blood sugar might be connected to that. Baked goods are my passion.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS? Single and unwilling to mingle.

CURRENT OBSESSIONS? This year has been a lot of me revisiting old obsessions. Funnily enough I'm pretty sure I cycled from FMA to W359 the *first* time and now I am doing it again. We'll see what I migrate to once I finish my w359 relisten; I'll have to look at the suggestions I got again.

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED? "keelhaul", to re-immerse myself in the horrifying origin of that phrase. Fun fact: I did not know it was literal until I read the Baru Cormorant books.

People I’d like to get to know better: I never know who to tag on these things; feel free to do it if you'd like!

[arctiidaes]

Tagged by ! @herawell

LAST SONG? pigs is pigs by mannequin pussy

FAVORITE COLOR? anybody who knows me irl will know my favorite color is green. I have joker hair, all my favorite clothing items are green, etc. I especially enjoy warmer greens and more muted shades.

CURRENTLY WATCHING? relistening to W359 with @catgirl-stigmata and only spoiling some of the major plot points :3c

LAST MOVIE? annihilation, also watched it with @catgirl-stigmata. I finished the book the day before and my only real complaint about the movie is that they made the biologist less of a freak weirdo. #notmybiologist

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY? savory for sure!! I like sweets but not too much. my spice tolerance is super low. but savory has never let me down

RELATIONSHIP STATUS? single

CURRENT OBSESSIONS? wolf 359 is my main fandom interest right now!! this might mean nothing to you but the fact that I'm willing to draw fanart of it is telling considering I'm usually not the type to draw lots of fanart. I do want to get more experimental/generally interesting w my w359 art so watch out for that hopefully

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED? trying to find the world of GAYS image :(

People I’d like to get to know better: @sophieswundergarten @metronn

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[ars0nism]

"i should actually try catching up on wtnv its been so long" *rewatches wwdits for the 4th time in like 2 months*

[dumbass-extraordinaire]

whats w359? it sounds kinda interesting

oooh i'm so glad u asked homie! it's a "comedy" podcast about the life of the crew of the uss hephaestus station as the orbit red dwarf star wolf 359. it's fucking incredible and changed me fundamentally as a person and i haven't stopped thinking about it since i finished listening in 2020. the mc doug eiffel is my blorbo of all time and the ultimate poor little meow meow. extremely well written characters with the added bonus of there being no romantic relationships whatsoever. the crew is friends with the ai, hera who has anxiety <3

big anticapitalist themes, incredible musical motifs, complex male/female friendships, this podcast has it all! do you like men who are utterly pathetic and riddled with guilt and self-hatred? do you like women who get shit done? do you like to wonder about whether or not we as human beings are nothing more than a collection of our memories and experiences? do you struggle with the concept of personhood in a capitalist hellscape that defines worth based on productivity? if you answered yes to any of these questions, then wolf 359 is for you!

it was one of the first podcasts i ever listened to, and it is one of my favorite pieces of media ever. i HIGHLY reccomend it to everyone and anyone. it's completed and very bingeable with just 61 episodes, each about 30 minutes in length.

do yourself a favor and go listen to it! i use spotify but its available on pretty much any podcast platform.

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4, 5, 7 [trapdoor, obvs], 9

4: Tell me about one of your abandoned WIPs. Why did you abandon it?

Last summer @twutch and I came up with an elaborate Wolf 359 Stargate AU where the W359 characters were part of the Stargate program, and I was going to specifically write the "Divide and Conquer" episode with the Zatarcs (sleeper agents, brain scanner that picks up repressed memories that they think are brainwashing, but it's really O'Neill and Carter's feelings for each other, iconic)

Eiffel is the guy in the control booth yelling "chevron locked!" Former SG-12 Captain Lovelace has recently gotten a Tok'ra symbiote to save her from cancer and left the gate team and her trusty lieutenant Minkowski behind. And then of course Kepler and Jacobi of the highly competent SG-5 team are the ones dealing with the repressed feelings in the chain of command problem. I elaborately outlined and got like 6K in but I ran out of steam and never finished it ;_; Maybe someday.

7: Were there any ideas you had for Trapdoor that you couldn’t make work? What were they?

When Dean goes on his anger vacation, he spends a month living in a motel in a little town in Minnesota and befriends the local bartender Darren, who is like a big burly Benny-type guy. I did write a scene where Darren takes him on a moonlight ride on his motorcycle down to the lake. In the end that was too gay, so I had Dean get in a bar fight instead.

9: Are there any fics you’d love to see but don’t want to write yourself? What are they?

I want Ketch to be in The Dean Winchester Beat Sheet

5: Share a snippet that you’re proud of from an upcoming fic/chapter.

Jack & Dean at the burger shack from Trapdoor Ch 2 (under the cut bc long)

Inside, Bubba's was cream-tiled with red accents, and an intoxicating smell of fries and grease. Families with little kids, teenage couples, and a few lone truckers waited in three long lines, in front of three red-visored young cashiers behind a high white counter. The low overhead lighting was long fluorescent tubes. One was flickering.

Dean rubbed his eye. Jack was reading the menu with his usual concentration.

“You hungry?”

“A little,” Jack admitted.

“The seal took it out of you, huh?”

“I guess so,” said Jack. “What’s a fish and chips?”

“Something you should not buy from a burger place in Missouri,” said Dean. “Just get a cheeseburger.”

“Okay.”

Dean took out his wallet and extracted a $20 bill. He handed it to Jack. His memory was doing the skipping-record thing again, and he thought maybe it was because he was hungry, or maybe because he needed a beer.

“Get me a double bacon cheeseburger and a large fry, and a beer.”

“Double bacon cheeseburger, large fry, beer,” Jack said.

“Yep,” said Dean, pulling a $20 bill out of his wallet.

“You already gave me money,” said Jack, holding up a $20 bill.

Dean frowned at it. “Right.” He pocketed his wallet. “Be right back.”

The bathroom was cramped and dingy, with a garbage can overflowing with used brown paper towels. Dean splashed some water on his face and considered his reflection in the glass. His eyes were bloodshot. He rubbed his eyes again and blinked at his reflection. No, it was still there in the glass. The afterimage. It nudged something in his memory, like déjà vu.

When he came back from the bathroom, Jack was milling around the waiting area. “I got everything except the beer,” Jack said, holding out the change for Dean.

“Why? Keep it,” Dean added, holding up a hand.

“They asked for my ID,” Jack said.

“But you have an ID,” said Dean.

“But it’s fake,” Jack protested.

“Of course it’s fake. That’s why we gave it to you, Jack,” said Dean impatiently. “Cause you’re a freaking toddler in a Disney Channel meatsuit.”

Jack looked offended by that. Dean took the receipt from his hand and checked the number. 96.

“86,” one of the girls behind the counter called out.

Dean sighed, annoyed.

The flickering light over the middle cash register was making him feel wired. He needed that beer, but he didn’t want to stand in the line.

“So you universe-hopped again, huh,” said Dean, putting his hands in his pockets and closing his eyes against the glare. “What was that like?”

“It was strange,” said Jack. “But, most things are.”

Dean raised his eyebrows. Fair enough.

“It was like flying. One second, we were in the compound in Apocalypse World. Next second, we were in the snow.”

“So teleporting doesn’t feel like anything to you, huh?” said Dean. “Cause to us, to humans, it feels like a juicer to the skull. Like—” He made an illustrative sucking noise with his cheeks.

Jack looked at him oddly. “No.”

Dean shrugged and closed his eyes again.

“88,” said the girl behind the counter.

“That’s us!” said someone behind them.

“How did you like hanging around with Cas piloting my meatsuit?” Dean asked.

“I liked it,” said Jack. “You were nicer.”

Dean cracked an eye open. “Ouch,” he said flatly. “...But I was Cas. I mean—I wasn’t me.”

“Castiel is nicer than you are,” said Jack.

“I guess that’s fair.”

Dean closed his eye again.

“Cas told me you were proud of me,” Jack added after a pause.

Dean frowned.

“96,” said the girl.

“That’s ours,” said Jack.

“I know,” said Dean.

[theshadowedqueen82]

@loxxxlay tagged me for this one!

Rules: List ten of your favorite female characters in different fandoms and then tag ten people.

Tulip from Infinity Train! I just finished it and I’m so proud of her and she deserves the world

Wanda Maximoff, my girl, she’s been through so much and has grown so much and also is amazingly powerful which makes me happy

Hera from W359. I’m a sucker for AIs, and I was floored by her character development.

Katara from ATLA, what a queen, she’s ready to fight the world to protect those she loves and do what’s right

Winry Rockbell from FMA, literally one of the best non-combative characters I’ve ever seen, role model

Ochaco Uraraka, she’s so determined to be a hero, amazing and compassionate and optimistic, a true inspiration

Every female character from the Lunar Chronicles, they’re all so amazing and you can’t ask me to pick a favourite

Gwen Stacy aka Spider Gwen (yes this is a different fandom than Wanda shhh) anywho I LOVE GWEN her character design? character arc? fighting style? backstory? drummer aesthetic? 10/10

Moana, because her movie resonates with me every time I watch it, thank you Disney for giving me a character who loves her home and her family but also wants something more and is torn between them but manages to stay true to herself through it all and picks her destiny for herself and shoot I’m crying again aren’t I

Mabel Pines because what a pure child, she gave up her summer dream for her brother and had such good character development and I want to protect her forever

This was fun! I’ll tag @aceofstars16, @smalltreenergy, @a-l-ias, @theincredibleshippingqueen, @evasive-breakdancing, @tiekaay, @seakliff, @the-wondrous-imaginator, @suucrette, and @itspetitfantomestuff

[psyce]

ok 1) i tried looking up ur old url n got worried when u didnt show up and 2) wht r ur final thoughts on w359 nw tht ur done :3c or just thoughts on the finale

HA YEAH SORRY ABOUT THAT IM STILL HERE... duke changes urls cuz he decides to stan a robot airplane that has like three speaking lines in a one off podcast episode released more than a year ago & absolutely no one is surprised. BUT. ill put this under a cut cuz i have. a lot of thoughts im sorry LOL. obvious but wolf spoilers ahead if u want to avoid them

fucking.. okay. i feel like the ending did a super good job of wrapping up loose ends and finishing the story as a whole.. its one of those series where like i WANT more content but thats where the story ends and it makes sense! i feel like everyones character arc wrapped up too as well even if... with CERTAIN characters it messed me up.....but they all rounded out and i dont feel like anyone was ignored in favor of anyone else. its definitely.. complete. like esp w eiffel i feel like his character specifically w the memories being erased was the ONLY way he could move past what hed done and even tho it was super fucking sad he had his friends and stuff with him to help and.. AH... the using the first names thing now DEFINITELY. hurt. also shoutout to kepler for deciding to be good at the last possible fucking second just do die doing what he loved (being a little bitch) etc etc... although jacobi losing his whole family and not ever realizing that kepler was on his side at the end SPECIFICALLY after he gave him one more chance to be good hurt like. a bitch. and the flashbacks also killed me i WASNT expecting that.. but they did a super good job of tying all of their beginnings back to the end and showing how far everyone had come. really bittersweet......... aslo i really thought jacobi died for a second when they didnt fucking say anything and that scared me BUT. yeah everyone who died at the end deserved to i think so thats nice. i havent like FINISHED finished a series in literal years so im like super sad now but. honestly one of the best and most complete & satisfying stories ive ever heard (listened to??) and im really really glad i did and now im really emotional soooo thank u wolf im gnna go lie down again

[waveridden]

FIC: living on your own time

“Mr. Kerchev is just married, and there’s nothing more that newlyweds love on honeymoons than other newlyweds to show off in front of.” Kepler arches an eyebrow, presumably to let everyone absorb that. (W359 undercover as married AU, 3.1k)

A/N: this is actually a chunk of an abandoned WIP from a handful of months ago. I decided to rework the opening scene into something presentable. The longer fic, if it’s ever finished, would be Minkowski/Lovelace and Eiffel/Jacobi, with a little bit of Eiffel/Jacobi even shining through in this scene. (What can I say? I’m biased.)

AUcember || title lyric || read on ao3

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“Ladies, gentlemen.” Kepler looks around the room. “What do you know about the Ukrainian mob? And Agent Eiffel, don’t say that you know they’re from Ukraine.”

Eiffel closes his mouth just long enough to frown. “That’s a legitimate piece of knowledge, sir, I think it’s to my credit that I- ow. ”

“Whoops,” Hera says cheerfully, and lifts her heel so it’s not crushing Eiffel’s big toe anymore. She’s smiling, which is the worst part. Smiling like she knows that she’s embarrassing him in a mission briefing. Smiling like she doesn’t care, which is even worse. It’s the ultimate betrayal.

Kepler doesn’t even acknowledge them. Consummate professional, that guy. “Of course, we have local mob chapters all over the country, but the main boss-”

“-is in Ukraine,” Eiffel finishes triumphantly, but this time it’s Minkowski who elbows him in the ribs. “Hey!”

“Time and a place,” Lovelace says mildly, from where she’s practically draped over one of Maxwell’s fancy touch-screen computer tables. Which is totally unfair, because if it were Eiffel, Maxwell would’ve pushed him on the floor by now.

“The time is now!” Eiffel protests. “We’re talking about the Ukrainian mob! There’s no better time!”

“I can duct tape his mouth shut if you want,” Jacobi offers, which, again, definitely unfair. If Eiffel said something about duct taping Jacobi’s mouth shut, Hera would make fun of him for having an oral fixation, and Kepler definitely wouldn’t make a face like he’s considering it. Eiffel tries to glare, but Jacobi just sort of smirks at him. “Solve a couple problems.”

After a couple seconds, Kepler sighs. “Just keep poking at him until he stops trying?”

Eiffel rolls his eyes, but Minkowski and Hera both say “yes, sir” in eerie unison, so it must not be worth the effort of arguing.

“Good,” Kepler says. “The Ukrainian mob - which is based in Ukraine, thank you, Agent Eiffel - is helmed by this man.” Maxwell, standing at Kepler’s side, hits a button, and a couple of images pop up on the massive display screen. It’s a blond white guy, early thirties, with that creepy dead-eyed stare that most mob bosses have. “Mr. Yevgeni Kerchev, who likes to cause a lot of trouble by dealing arms.”

“Seems young,” Lovelace says, propping her chin up on one palm. Her eyes narrow. “Let me guess, inherited?”

“Correct, Agent Lovelace.” Maxwell hits another button, and another image comes up, this time a family photo. “Here we have Mr. Kerchev, with his recently deceased father Piotr and his missing-in-action brother Viktor. This is all speculation, of course, but we’re pretty sure that Yevgeni killed both his father and his brother in order to take over the operation.”

“Mr. Kerchev is on watchlists all over the country. CIA, FBI, NSA, anything with three letters. Hell, the EPA probably has it out for him.” Kepler’s eyes sharpen. “He’s also stolen proprietary Goddard tech to redistribute.”

Hera whistles lowly. “I didn’t know you could steal from Goddard.”

“Generally, you can’t.” Jacobi frowns at the screen, eyes narrowing. “How’d he get away with it?”

“Mob connections, probably.” Maxwell’s mouth twitches. “Probably went all Godfather on some employee.”

Eiffel jolts upright, a slow grin already spreading across his face. “They made someone an offer they couldn’t refuse?”

Jacobi glares at Maxwell, who already looks sheepish. “You had to enable him?”

“Oh, don’t hold out on me now, Doctor.” Eiffel clasps his hands together. “Please, tell me more about Mr. Kerchev sneaking a horse’s head into Rachel Young’s bed.”

“You had to enable him,” Kepler repeats heavily, and this time Maxwell shrugs. “Fine. The point is, our goal is to bring Kerchev in as soon as possible. And luckily for us, it looks like we have an opportunity.”

“Wedding bells are ringing for Mr. Kerchev.” Maxwell hits another button, and a few more pictures pop up, all of Yevgeni Kerchev with a pretty blonde woman. “Meet Natalie Delight, and yes, that’s her real last name.”

“The YouTuber?” Minkowski says dubiously.

“Who taught you what YouTube is?” Eiffel demands. He recognizes her, now that he has a career to put to the face. “Hera, did you-”

“Me, actually,” Lovelace drawls, looking immensely pleased with herself. “Someone’s got to teach our good commander how to entertain herself online.”

“Remember before we worked with them?” Maxwell sighs, slanting a longing look at Jacobi. Even Kepler looks a little wistful, which hurts maybe more than it should. “Back in the good old days, when we would’ve been done with the mission briefing by now.”

“Already be on the next flight to Ukraine,” Jacobi mumbles.

“Not Ukraine,” Kepler says. “If you all don’t mind terribly, I’d like to get you sent on your merry way, so if you could let Dr. Maxwell and I finish with your mission briefing-”

“Aye-aye, sir,” Eiffel says, and doesn’t even protest when Hera lifts a hand to close her fingers over his mouth. He doesn’t even lick her palm, because that’s the kind of chivalrous guy and good employee that Doug Eiffel is.

“Go on, sir,” Hera says, and lifts her other hand to cover the first for good measure.

Kepler doesn’t smile, but Eiffel kind of gets the impression that he’s pleased anyways. “Natalie Delight has just married Yevgeni Kerchev, and they’re going on a honeymoon. South of France, lovely spa resort, vineyard attached, very remote. They’ll be there for ten days, and that’s ten whole days where Kerchev will be out in the open for us to find.”

Minkowski leans forward. “Sir, is this an assassination or an extraction?”

“Extraction, if possible. We don’t know what Kerchev did with the weapons he stole from Goddard, and we want them back.”

“Extraction,” Lovelace repeats. “Undercover?”

“Undercover. Mr. Kerchev is just married, and there’s nothing more that newlyweds love on honeymoons than other newlyweds to show off in front of.” Kepler arches an eyebrow, presumably to let everyone absorb that.

Eiffel glances around the room. If they need newlyweds, then they need two people. Hera never goes on missions, by virtue of technically not being trained for that, and with something this secretive Kepler will probably want Maxwell to stay in Canaveral.

And of course, SI-5 mission assignments are always… erratic, to say the least. Eiffel’s not really trained for any of this, but he’s still gone undercover more than once, so there’s a good chance that he’ll be going again. As far as partners go, Minkowski’s kind of an awful liar and Jacobi is about as subtle as a flaming sledgehammer, so that leaves…

“Dibs on Lovelace,” Eiffel says, even though it’s muffled by both of Hera’s hands. She grimaces, but digs her fingers into his cheek and holds on. “Hey!”

Kepler arches an eyebrow. “Something you want to share with the class, Agent Eiffel?”

Hera reluctantly pulls her hands away, and Eiffel grins. “Dibs on Lovelace?”

“It’s cute that you think it’s your choice,” Maxwell says, “but yes, that’s the plan. You and Agent Lovelace will be going undercover as newlyweds honeymooning at this resort.”

Eiffel grins over at Lovelace, who smiles back at him, looking pleased. Sure, everyone on this team likes to act like he doesn’t know what he’s doing, and sure, they’re normally right. But something about working with Lovelace makes him better at his job. Probably something to do with them actually being friends.

“What do you say, Isabel?” Eiffel wiggles his eyebrows, and she rolls her eyes at him. “Wanna get hitched?”

“Mm, I think I’m the one who proposed.” Lovelace glances at Hera. “Can we make that official?”

“I can make that official,” Hera says, because she is Eiffel’s best friend, and by extension his greatest enemy. “Congratulations on the engagement. And the wedding. I was Eiffel’s best man, of course.”

Eiffel beams at her. “Aw, baby, you know I wouldn’t have anyone else.”

Maxwell clears her throat, and all eyes go to her. She looks excited. Unnervingly so. “Sir?”

“Because this is such a high-priority mission, we need as many agents as possible in the field.” Kepler inclines his head. “Hera, obviously, you’re staying here with me, and Maxwell is staying because she has more than enough other projects to work on. So Jacobi, Minkowski, mazel tov.”

“No,” Jacobi says sharply. “No, sir, you can’t-”

“I’m going to have to object too,” Minkowski says, looking a little green around the gills. “You don’t mean-”

“I do mean.” Kepler fixes Minkowski with a placid look, and Maxwell has to hide her smile behind her remote. “Jacobi, Minkowski, the two of you will be going undercover with Eiffel and Lovelace. This is too serious to let go because you two are squeamish about it, do you understand?”

“Colonel,” Eiffel breathes, “it’s not even my birthday and you’ve given me the greatest gift of all.” Minkowski glares at him, but Eiffel can’t even bring himself to care. This is it. He’s died and gone to heaven, which must be real after all, because now he gets to watch Minkowski and Jacobi have to act like people. People in love. People in love with each other. “Hera, am I dreaming?”

“Maybe,” Hera whispers back. “But probably not.”

“Why do I have to be with Minkowski?” Jacobi demands. “Why can’t I be with Lovelace?”

“Eiffel called dibs,” Maxwell says, which is completely true. Eiffel knew he liked her for a reason. Maxwell is Eiffel’s favorite now. “That, and we’re pretty sure she’s the least likely to go stir crazy and kill him while you’re living together for ten days.”

“Minkowski’s really not my type. And for that matter, neither is Lovelace.”

“Do you want to be married to Eiffel for a week and a half?”

Eiffel carefully looks just over Jacobi’s shoulder, so it doesn’t look like he’s invested in hearing the answer. Because that would be desperate, and Eiffel isn’t desperate.

“Maybe Minkowski won’t be so bad,” Jacobi allows grudgingly, and Eiffel doesn’t let his face fall. He refuses. Hera bumps her hip against Eiffel’s, and he bumps her back, because there’s not much else to do in a moment like this.

“If only so Eiffel doesn’t die,” Minkowski agrees. Eiffel rolls his eyes. One of these days, these people are going to get tired of giving him shit. It hasn’t happened yet, but it has to one day.

“Congratulations on your vows,” Kepler says, with all of the infinite patience of someone who is very, very close to snapping at them all. “Eiffel, Lovelace, you’re our A-team on this. You’re going to make sure Kerchev is complacent and comfortable and having the time of his life, do you understand?”

“Yessir,” Eiffel says quickly, and Lovelace nods.

“Minkowski, Jacobi, you’re backup. You only contact Kerchev and Delight through Eiffel and Lovelace, never directly. You are there for intelligence, and you are there to make sure things don’t go wrong. Is that clear?”

“Crystal,” Jacobi grits out. If nothing else, Eiffel can appreciate the fun shade of puce that his face is turning right now.

“Excellent.” And just like that, the vein bulging in Kepler’s neck goes from “meltdown imminent” to “meltdown might be happening next Thursday.” Eiffel barely avoids sighing in relief. “You’re leaving for your honeymoon bright and early tomorrow morning, so get packed. Maxwell already emailed out your supply lists, and we’ll have some waiting for you once you get to France. Remember, you have ten days.”

“It’ll only take four,” Jacobi promises. Minkowski mutters something in agreement.

“Eiffel’s going to help me review comm devices,” Hera announces, and grabs him by the elbow. For such a tiny woman, she has hands of iron. It’s one of the things he loves about her, although maybe not in this moment. “Right, Doug?”

“Right,” Eiffel says, because he’s not about to argue with Hera about this. “Colonel, permission to check up on the comms array?”

Kepler nods. “Dismissed, both of you. Make sure you have something that’ll work well long-distance. You never know what kind of situations you’ll run into.”

Eiffel flicks off a quick salute before Hera starts tugging him towards the door. “Hey, Lovelace, wanna go ring shopping later?”

“I’d rather shave my legs with a potato peeler,” Lovelace answers blithely, ignoring Eiffel’s full-body shudder, because ew. “Goddard’ll have rings for us, right? We kind of need them.”

“We have a selection of standard-issue fake wedding rings,” Maxwell confirms, which is maybe the strangest sentence that Eiffel has ever heard come out of her mouth. She’s starting to say something else when Hera drags Eiffel out of the room and shuts the door behind her.

“Well,” Eiffel says slowly. He gets the feeling that he’s missing something here. “Comms room?”

“Comms room,” Hera agrees. “Great place to avoid being overheard.” She starts down the hall, moving so fast that it takes Eiffel aback.

He waits until he pulls the comms room door closed to look at Hera. “What?”

“What, me?” Hera frowns. “How about what, you?”

“What me?”

“Jacobi?”

Eiffel grimaces. “Yeah, that wasn’t the best.”

“That was totally unfair of him,” Hera says nobly, which, okay, that might not be true. Eiffel doesn’t have the best track record with undercover missions, but Hera probably doesn’t care about that. She’s definitely the best friend that Eiffel has ever had: she’s smart as a whip, she’s a good listener, and she is completely devoted to defending his honor even when he doesn’t deserve it.

“Maybe,” Eiffel hedges, but apparently that’s not enough, because she glares at him. “What? The guy’s allowed to not want to marry me for the sake of taking down a Serbian mobster-”

“Ukrainian.”

“Don’t tell Kepler I said that.”

“After your whole ‘I know he’s from Ukraine’ bit?” Hera snorts.

Eiffel winces. “Not my finest moment.”

He’s never going to admit it to anyone other than Hera, who already knows all his darkest secrets, but he kind of wants Kepler to like him. It’s partly a self preservation thing, because he gets the impression that people Kepler doesn’t like go away and are never heard from again. But it’s also because he’s pretty sure everyone else on the team likes him. Even if it’s the awkward, begrudging kind of liking that people start out with, they still like him. Kepler doesn’t seem to like anyone, but Eiffel’s going to try his best anyways. Because that’s what doing his job is all about. Or something.

Hera waves him off. “You’ll have another moment soon, don’t worry about it.”

“Thank you?”

“You’re welcome.” She flashes a smile at him, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Okay, we actually do need to do our jobs-”

“Do we?”

“Yes, Douglas, so pick a comms array for when you head off to France.”

“Alright, geez.” Hera only calls him Douglas when she’s patronizing him, or as a codeword something’s gone horribly wrong. He’s actually not sure which one of those situations is happening right now. But he gives it a minute, just to feel it out. He starts going through their communications devices - they need something that prioritizes the short-range, but Kepler was right about the long-distance - and settles on one of the newer models, setting it on the table in the middle of the room. “Think these’ll work?”

Hera, who seems to be settled in staring at the door, doesn’t even look. “Mmmhm.”

“Do you know what I’m talking about?”

“You don’t need me to tell you how to do your job, do you?”

Eiffel pauses. “Nnnnnnno?”

“Do you think those will work?”

He looks down at the case. “Probably?”

“Then they’re yours.”

“Hera, what’s-”

“Nothing!” Hera whirls around and slams her hands on the table. The comms room is small enough that the smack echoes, and Eiffel has to try not to flinch. “You know, maybe I’m trying to- to have your back on this whole Jacobi thing, which I still don’t get, by the way-”

“You don’t need to get it,” Eiffel mumbles, but shuts his mouth as soon as Hera’s eyes sharpen.

“Maybe I don’t need to get it, but I’m still trying to back you up with all this, and you don’t even seem bothered by it!” She folds her arms, and suddenly she looks far too small. “Maybe it’s bothering me, and I don’t know why it’s not bothering you that this is happening.”

Eiffel blinks. “This isn’t about Jacobi.”

She looks away, and Eiffel lets out a long breath. Of course it’s not about Jacobi. This is going to be the first time he’s going undercover since… since.

“Hera,” he says softly, and goes around the table so he’s closer to her. “All four of us are going to have a direct line to you and Alana the whole time.”

“The whole time,” Hera repeats, not quite mocking, and it feels like a fist wraps around Eiffel’s heart and squeezes. “Yeah, nothing’s gonna go wrong.”

Eiffel snorts. “Darlin’, something’s going to go wrong, and you and I both know it.”

She shoots a glare at him, which is completely undercut by how watery her eyes are. “Then why aren’t you worried?”

“Because I’m going to spend the whole time partnered up with Isabel, who’s one of the best people to have in a crisis. And Minkowski and Jacobi are going to be there, and they’re the best backup. And best of all-” he reaches out and rests his hands on her shoulders, as lightly as he can, and she relaxes into it - “you’re gonna be in my ear making sure that I don’t do anything too stupid.”

“You’d better not.”

“I’ll try my best.” Eiffel grins. “I’ll call you every night.”

Hera’s face relaxes into a smile, and Eiffel’s lungs collapse with relief. “You think your wife’s going to like that?”

“You know, I get this funny feeling that she’ll understand.”

“Every night,” she says seriously. “Last thing before you go to bed, no matter how late it is.”

“What’s the time difference between Canaveral and France?”

“Enough that you’ll be calling me and the other way around.”

Eiffel smiles and squeezes Hera’s shoulders. “Every night and twice on weekends.”

“Good,” Hera says, and steps forward to bury her face in the crook of Eiffel’s neck. “Come back.”

“I will.”

“Without the bad parts this time.”

“I will,” Eiffel repeats, and hopes more than anything that it’s not an empty promise.

[mercutiglo]

8, 9, 13, and 14 !

wow these are late as fuck answers but i’ve had a wild couple of days so i’m getting to them now

8. do you listen to podcasts and multitask at the same time? depends on how you describe multitasking, because really i just like, play phone games while i listen to podcasts mostly. sometimes i’ll take notes bc of fanfic purposes but not always. i’m a big liveblogger esp when i’m like binging something so like, not - wait a second i would listen to podcasts while doing shit at work, of course i multitask.

9. who is your favorite podcast character? oh my god that is. a very difficult question. my first reactions are like, doug eiffel and rita from the penumbra but like, i’m not even sure those two are my favorites. probably not. more thinking has to be done on it.

13. what podcast merch do you own or want to get? WELL i own mostly night vale things: the purple leggings, a tour tshirt, a tour sweatshirt, some pins, and a poster (i think? that’s all?) (as well as the pin from preordering the limetown novel and a sticker for being a patron of ars paradoxica) i really want the “average height medium rage” kfam tshirt and also the penumbra pins but also i’ve had plans to get some sort of w359 shirt or mug at some point i just still dont know which one i want. there’s also other night vale merch i want but that’s like, multiple things i’m not putting brain effort into figuring out for now. 

14. what was the last podcast you finished listening to? oh man convenient timing! i dont have to think too hard! it was time bombs!

[gemsofthegalaxy]

SOO I wrote one part of the Goddard Office Christmas Party fic! I do have more in mind but it remains to be seen if that will ever be realized, however, I wanted to share at least a bit of the holiday joy before the season passes (and before w359 is done forever /sobs) 

So, Merry Wolfmas! There’s some minlace, minffel, mindelka, and jacoffel content, p much all of it is pretty mild, the minkowski/kouldelka stuff is the most overt by far. Characters are Doug Eiffel, Isabel Lovealce, Renée Minkowski, Hera, Dominik Kouldeka, Daniel Jacobi, Alana Maxwell, and Alexander Hilbert. Mentions of Cutter and Rachael. It’s comedic and cutesey. The gang hides out from their bosses in Eiffel and Minkowski’s office space. Fun times ensue. Warning: Many of the characters are drinking/drunk (but not extremely so). It’s about 2,400 words I think? You can also read it on ao3!!!!!

Working title for this part is Reindeer Games

Dec 23rd 9:47PM - Goddard Futuristics Headquarters

“Well,” Minkowski starts in a singsong voice, “if we’re all gonna camp out down here anyway, we might as well do something fun.”

“Oh?” Lovelace asks with a smirk, holding her festive mug up to her lips. It contains a mix of peppermint Kahlua, vodka, and milk, in keeping with the theme of the night. “What do you have in mind, Renée?”

“You finished with this?” Renée asks Jacobi, plucking the rum bottle from the desk in front of him. He takes it from her to shake the last drops of alcohol from the bottom onto his tongue, then hands it back.

“Why?” he asks.

“We’re gonna play spin the bottle,” Renée announces, gleeful.  

“Excuse me?” Doug says from his spot on top of the other desk, his eyebrow perked.

“Why not?” Renée asks, going to sit on the floor. “C’mon, live a little, Doug!”

Doug knits his brows and looks over at Dominik, who shrugs at him before joining Renée on the floor.

“I think it sounds fun,” Dom tells her, and she grins and giggles at him in an amorous way. Daniel makes a gagging noise and spins his chair around.

“I’m down,” Isabel says, pushing herself off the filing cabinets to go sit opposite of Renée on the floor.

“Eh, why not?” Maxwell asks, shrugging her shoulders. She takes a spot next to Lovelace.

“Eiffel! Come on!” Renée says, in that barking tone she tends to take with him. Not that it’s effective, usually. Tonight it’s a little different.  

“Ffffine,” he hops down from the desk and goes to sit next to Renée, shaking his head.

“There is no way I am doing this,” Hilbert says from his spot behind the desk, not so secretly playing solitaire on the computer.

“Well, I’ll cave,” Daniel says, as he opens his flask and takes a swing on his way over to complete the circle. “If you all jumped off a bridge…” he trails off.

“Me first!” Renée cries, leaning forward and spinning the bottle in the middle of their circle. It lands on Isabel.

“Wait,” Isabel says, tilting her head. “What even are the rules here? Is this, like, kissing, or truth or dare, or what?”

“How about,” Dominik starts, “kiss or dare? You either kiss the person or they give you a dare.”

“Alright,” Isabel nods slowly, “I like your style. Who gets to decide which one is it, the spinner or… spinnee?”

“Both,” Renée says, “the person spinning gets to say their preference, but if the person it landed on doesn’t want to kiss, they have to provide a dare.”

“Everyone cool?” Isabel asks, and everyone nods and murmurs their agreement. “Cool,” she repeats. “So..?”

“Kiss?” Renée asks, and Isabel smirks.

“Hell yeah,” she says, and the two of them move to their knees to lean over the bottle in the middle. Isabel places a hand on Renée’s cheek and kisses her softly, before they part and settle back into formation. Renée giggles and Isabel rolls her eyes in an affectionate way.

After that, Isabel takes the bottle and spins it, landing on Daniel.

“Dare,” he says, before she has a chance to say anything. She snorts.

“Agreed. What’ll it be?”

“I dare you to…. Go lick that computer screen,” Daniel says, pointing to the computer that Hilbert isn’t playing solitaire on.

“What the fuck?” Isabel asks.

“Gross,” Doug says.

“Just do it. It’ll be like you’re kissing Hera or something instead of me.”

“Um, how?” Hera cuts in, from the speakers above “like, yeah, I’m connected through the computer but it’s not like that single computer is me.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t really make sense, Dan,” Alana starts.

“Okay, okay, you two can stop right there. I-” Daniel pauses, pointing a finger towards himself with the hand holding the flask, “am drunk. And I literally don’t care. Go lick the science, Izzy!”

“Don’t fucking call me that,” Isabel grumbles, but she stands and walks over to the sleek computer sitting behind the desk, pressing her tongue to the screen for a couple second before leaning back and making gagging noises for the drama.

“And now it’s my turn,” Daniel says, taking the bottle and spinning it. He crosses his fingers behind his back. It lands on Doug, who looks surprised somehow.

“Uh,” Doug says, and Daniel regards him with hazy eyes.

“Kiss?”

“Okay?” Doug says, his voice going up an entire octave as it so frequently does when he’s spooked, or nervous, or confused. Well, really, anything can make it do that. Daniel scoots forward and Doug leans over as well, they kiss briefly.

Doug can taste the alcohol on Daniel’s lips and he hates it just a little, but he tries to put it out of his mind. The kiss is otherwise fine. Nice, even.

“Your turn,” Daniel reminds him with a raise of his brows.

“Right,” Doug says, muttering a swear as he takes the bottle and spins it. He winces as he watches it go, and his eyes widen when it lands on none other than Renée.

“Uh,” he starts again, looking over at her. She’s covering her mouth to keep from laughing at the absurdity of it.

“We should probably do dare, ‘cause I’m your boss,” Renée says. “Totally not appropriate for the workplace.”

“Uh,” Doug says, but Isabel interjects.

“What about any of this so far has been appropriate for the workplace? We’re literally hiding out from our bosses, most of us are fucking drunk, we’re already all kissing each other anyway.”  

“Follow your heart,” Daniel follows up, which causes Renée to laugh more, scandalized.

“Okay, okay,” Renée says, then she looks at Doug with her eyebrow perked.

“Oh boy,” is all he says, but the two of them lean in at the same time. Her lips, like Jacobi’s, taste of alcohol, but it’s much sweeter. She must have been drinking that peppermint Kahlua too, and he knows she’s been drinking wine. Doug glances over to Renée’s husband after they lean out. Dominik just winks at him, which causes Doug’s face to go even redder than it already is.

“It guess it’s me again!” Renée says, and spins the bottle. This time, it lands on Dominik. She grins at him and leans in, but right before they kiss she puts her finger between them. “I think you should give me a dare.”

“Really?” he asks, shaking his head in amusement.

“Gimme a dare, Dom,” Renee requests.

“I dare you to kiss me?”

“Nuh uh. That’s not fair.”

“Ren,” he says.

“Whoa, hold up,” Doug says, “do you call her that?”

“Dominik,” she hisses, looking at him.

“What? My little Rennie boo-boo bear?”

Doug lets out a loud laugh and Renée’s eyes go wide.

“He does not call me that,” she says, holding up a finger and looking over at Doug.

“You are never living that down,” Doug says anyway. The others are snickering as well.

“Dom,” Renée whines.

“You should’ve kissed me.”

“That is cruel and unusual punishment.”

“Not exactly unusual, and all my punishments are cruel.”

“Ooh, kinky,” Isabel says, clicking her tongue.

“Okay, no,” Renée says, pointing at her. “We’re not doing that. Not going there.”

“Doing what?” Isabel asks, putting a hand on her cheek as she feigns innocence.

“I just kissed two people I work with, we are not getting into sex stuff. I am not too drunk to be kissing but I am definitely too drunk to talk about kinks or fetishes.”

“It feels so wrong to hear you say those words, oh my god,” Doug says, holding his face. “You’re my bosss,” he whines.

“She’s also a married woman. Come on, Eiffel,” Isabel says with a roll of her eyes.

“We are dropping this, now,” Renée says.

“Like it’s HOT!” says Daniel from his spot, taking another swig from his flask. Alana giggles at him.

“I am very sorry for the direction this went,” Dominik says.

Renée huffs, then leans over to kiss him. After that, she hands him the bottle. “Okay. You spin.” Dominik takes it from her and spins the bottle. It lands on Alana.

Like Daniel, she calls out “Dare!” immediately.

“Hm, I’m no good at these.”

“I’ll give you something,” Daniel says with a smirk.

“Okay, c’mere,” Dominik says and Daniel scoots over to him, muttering in his ear.

“God, we are being such teenagers,” Isabel says in an airy voice, lifting her mug to her lips once again.

“I am so worried,” Alana murmurs, waiting for Daniel to finish explaining his dare.

“Okay,” Dominik says, chuckling a little. “Okay, Alana, I dare you to hack into the computer system and change all the desktops to a picture of bigfoot with the words “seasons greetings” written on it?”

“I’ll find the specific image,” Daniel clarifies.

“Oh my GOD,” Alana says. “You’re gonna get me fired.”

“Come on, Alana, you can do it without it being traced back to you. I know you can,” Daniel says. She huffs at him, and he pauses for a second before smirking at her, “Are you saying you can’t?”

“Fucking… dammit,” she mutters.

“Is that what you’re saying, Alana?” Daniel continues to antagonize her, his voice taunting.

“Hell,” Alana says, “Fine, fine.” She grumbles and stands up, going over to the unoccupied computer. Daniel gets up to watch her, and slowly the rest crowd around the computer.

“Hera, you gonna help me out with the security protocol?”

“Hmm… Is that included in the dare?” Hera answered.

“Uhhh.. I mean, it would make things a lot easier and less invasive,” Alana looks over at Daniel.

“I mean if Hera is willing to help you, that’s fine?” Daniel says.

“Okay. Hera?” Alana asks.

“Mhh.. maybe. What’s in it for me?”

“What could we possibly even get you?” Daniel asks.

“Maybe think a little bit.”

“We don’t have a ton of time for this,” Alana points out.

“Doug! Get Hera to do the thing.”

“What?” Doug chimes in, “why me?”

“She likes you best!” Daniel says, gesturing towards him vaguely.

“Yeah, because she’s my actual friend,” Eiffel grumbles, then huffs. “Uh. Hera? Pleease? We would all probably be implicated in this if Alana manages to screw up and it’s traced back to us so you’d be saving my ass, and, like, Renée’s, and Isabel’s too.”

“Fine,” Hera says, tone just a little clipped. “If I end up in trouble, I’m holding you all accountable.”

“Thank you,” Alana singsongs. “And don’t worry, you won’t get in trouble. None of us will.”

Everyone quiets down as Alana sets to work. In about fifteen minutes, the deed is done. By that time, they’ve got music playing quietly from Doug’s phone and are back to milling about, chatting and (for most of them anyway) drinking.

All of the desktop backgrounds have been changed from the Goddard Futuristics holiday logo to a beautiful, festive, bigfoot-themed greeting card.

“Finished,” Alana announces, and they all turn back to her to see it.

“Yes,” Daniel whispers, and then a few of them start to chuckle, which dissolves into everyone giggling together before Alana herself bursts into laughter. Even Hilbert spares a chuckle.

“I.. cannot wait until Cutter sees that,” Renée snorts, putting a hand over her mouth.

“Your laugh is so cute,” Dominik tells her, and it’s Isabel who makes the gagging noise this time.

“Stop being so married, you two,” Isabel says.

“Sorry,” Renée says, but she doesn’t really sound sorry.

“So, are we done with spin the bottle?” Doug asks, picking up the bottle from the floor so nobody trips over it.

“Eh, yeah,” Renée says.

“I think it’s ru it’s course,” Daniel agrees, hopping up on one of the desks.

“What now?” Doug asks, tapping the bottle on the palm of his hand.

“Hmm,” Isabel taps her finger on her lips. “Not sure.”  

“Oh, oh! I have another idea,” Renée says, grinning.

“Yesss?” Doug perks a brow at her.

“Let’s sing Christmas carols!”

“Oh, okay, sure, Cutter,” Doug scoffs.

“Uncalled for!” Renée says, eyes going wide.

Daniel whistles, “Yep, that’s a bit much.”

“How could you even say something like that, Eiffel?” Isabel asks, shaking her head.

“Cold,” Hilbert says, deadpan, not looking up from the new computer game he is playing.

“Wow, Doug,” Hera sounds from above.

“Not to mention just.. mean,” Alana chimes in.

“Oh… my god, you’re all assholes,” Doug makes a show of rolling his eyes. “Obviously I didn’t mean it. Damn.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Renée says. “I know you’re just sensitive because you feel overshadowed by Jesus.”

“Oh my god,” Doug repeats, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose in the way Renée so often does. “Yeah, that’s totally it,” he says, sarcastic. “I’m just saying, if he gets an entire month to celebrate his birthday, the least we can do is celebrate me the entire month, too.”

“I like it!” Renée calls out, and Doug laughs.

“What?”

“Henceforth, Doug is our new lord and saviour.”  

“Take it to bank,” Daniel says, “we have ourselves a solid idea.”

“Uh,” Doug says.

“Sweet baby Eiffel in the stable,” Isabel says, grinning at him. Alana cackles and claps a hand over her mouth.

“Okay, whatever,” Doug shakes his head with a laugh.

“So, all Christmas carols are now birthday carols,” Renée insists. “Which means we can still sing them!”

“Ugh,” Doug says again, but Renée immediately launches into the first line of “Baby It’s Cold Outside”.

When nobody answers her call of the first lyric, she repeats it, more forcefully, until Isabel joins her. Renée’s eyes light up like a Christmas tree and she continues the song, smiling. After a few moments of singing, Isabel grabs Renée’s hands and pulls her to dance, as Alana offers some background vocals from her spot on the floor with her laptop open on her the top of her thighs.

The three women start another song together, with Renée pausing in the middle to yell at the men to join in. Dominik eventually starts humming and Daniel whistles along with them, too. Hilbert hums a little bit too and Doug eventually caves and sings quietly along.

Their third song is cut off after the first chorus of “let it snow” when Hera flashes a light at them and starts fake-whispering, “Hey! Everyone! I need your attention!”

“What is it, Hera?” Renée asks, swaying backwards as she looks towards the speaker Hera is talking from.

“You all need to hide now, your bosses are headed this way!”

“Oh shit,” Renée mutters, and they all freeze.

“Go!” Hera tells them, and they all scramble, almost able to hear the clicking of heels on the floor from the hall. They cannot afford to get caught by anybody hiding out from the office Christmas party.

[theradioghost]

Hey, so I’ve been deep down a hole of great podcasts and just finished the Bright Sessions and Wolf 359, do you have recommendations for other shows when I loved those? I just love the emotional moments that really punch you in the gut, and there are just so many options I’m not sure where to start

Oh heck yeah! I also have a podcast rec tag, a specific podcast recommendation post of my faves, and a stupidly huge list of podcasts in case you feel like a roll of the dice. Idk whether you’ve listened to shows other than TBS and W359? but here are a few I heartily recommend:

Greater Boston is an utterly fantastic, incredibly underappreciated show and, in my opinion, very poignant and emotionally powerful (especially in season two GOD that was a rollercoaster). It’s about a community of people in an alternate version of Boston whose lives begin to intertwine and affect the entire city after the death of one man, Leon Stamatis – and his brother, his sister, his ex-girlfriend, his best friend, the woman about to hire him for a job, her coworkers, her pregnant wife, half a dozen other people, and the entire subway system are fundamentally changed by the results. I actually think it’s a lot like TBS in its use of an ensemble cast and the focus on how human beings react to their abnormal world, rather than on the abnormality of the world.

If you liked TBS and getting your emotions tugged, then you should definitely head on over to ars PARADOXICA (if you’ve finished W359 and heard the crew of the Hermes, or listened to their crossover “The Intrusion” with TBS, then you’ve heard the aP folks). They share a lot of creatives with TBS and have been called “the sad time show to W359′s sad space show.” It’s about Sally Grissom, a scientist who accidentally invents time travel and ends up delivering herself and her technology into the lap of the US government on the eve of the Cold War. It’s also about consequences, and friendships, and patriotism, and the ways those things go wrong.

If you’re a fan of scarier things, Archive 81 is my favorite piece of horror, ever, and also has characters I genuinely care about (to whom terrible terrible things will happen). It somehow manages to visually evoke horrible gore using only sublimely terrifying found-footage sound design, so if that’s your thing, definitely go for this. the same folks also made a short post-apocalyptic series called The Deep Vault which is slightly lighter re:horror and a lot tighter re:plot. this is a much better summary if A81 sounds interesting.

And of course there’s the Penumbra Podcast, my beloved, a fantastic queer anthology series currently running two storylines: their main story, a scifi noir detective show about a private eye named Juno Steel, his attempts to do some good in Hyperion City, Mars, and his complicated romance with a mysterious intergalactic master thief. The other is Second Citadel, a fantasy about the mismatched band of knights who protect humanity from the monsters outside their walls, and the strange things they’re learning about those monsters. It’s good, it’s so so good, and along with Greater Boston and W359 it’s definitely the audio drama I am most emotionally attached to.

That’s just a few of my favorites! (If you want more, I’m currently subscribed to and caught up on 41 different podcasts, so, just send an ask. I’ve got more. I have so many)

[primalriddle]

oh BOY my area of expertise I have a few okay

(these are all probably gonna be story podcasts since that's mostly what I listen to, but if you're not looking for that I've listened to some my brother, my brother, and me and that's a good one anyway let's talk about story podcasts)

the first one I'd recommend is wolf 359! it's about a spaceship and its crew that's circling the star wolf 359. it's ended and has about 60 episodes if I remember correctly? I enjoyed it so much I listened to all of it in like a week, this is probably my favorite podcast and I give it the highest of praises.

the second one is eos 10! once again another space podcast, I'm sorry I've listened to a couple of these dksksksksm

anyway it's ongoing but currently in-between seasons with four complete seasons out. this one takes place in like a travel hub so it has a lot of different characters and not just the same few like at least the first part of w359. the problem with this one is, the first and fourth seasons are under a paid service called stitcher premium, but they should be out of that sometime around the summer or you can use the free trial and try to listen to the entire podcast in that time which I think is possible since the episodes are pretty short.

the third one is directive, which is, you guessed it, another space podcast! this one centers around a guy who's on a ship with 23 other people taking care of these other people and... I'll leave it here. this one's really short, about an hour and half total for the first season, and there's a second season announced and I'm really excited to see this story keep going!!

now here's some not space ones because I feel bad for suggesting you three

if you think you'd be up for a long one and you haven't already heard this, welcome to night vale is really good! it centers around a strange town called night vale (duh, evan) and is told through the view of a radio host running a local news broadcast. (ongoing, episodes only come out twice a month though)

one that I haven't finished because I lost motivation to listen to podcasts in the middle of this but seemed nice while I was is the bright sessions. this one is told through the view of a therapist's logs of her patients who have special abilities that she helps them learn how to control!! (this one is ended but there's a spin-off podcast under a different paid service that I forgot the name of and there's a book out now I believe!)

this is all I have, I hope you find one you like Rachel!!

do any of you guys have podcast recommendations!!