(She/Her) Fanfiction for Octopath Traveler, Hitman, Skyrim, and more! Plus occasional fanart. My OTP is H'annit/Olberic (sadly the rarest of rarepairs). You can find all of my content on AO3 under username Postal_Ninja
Y'all, the world is sleeping on what NASA just pulled off with Voyager 1
The probe has been sending gibberish science data back to Earth, and scientists feared it was just the probe finally dying. You know, after working for 50 GODDAMN YEARS and LEAVING THE GODDAMN SOLAR SYSTEM and STILL CHURNING OUT GODDAMN DATA.
So they analyzed the gibberish and realized that in it was a total readout of EVERYTHING ON THE PROBE. Data, the programming, hardware specs and status, everything. They realized that one of the chips was malfunctioning.
So what do you do when your probe is 22 Billion km away and needs a fix? Why, you just REPROGRAM THAT ENTIRE GODDAMN THING. Told it to avoid the bad chip, store the data elsewhere.
Sent the new code on April 18th. Got a response on April 20th - yeah, it's so far away that it took that long just to transmit.
And the probe is working again.
From a programmer's perspective, that may be the most fucking impressive thing I have ever heard.
"Unicorn Overlord." "Triangle Strategy." "Octopath Traveler." "Bravely Default." These are not meant to be video game titles... These names are meant for racehorses.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Octopath Traveler II (Video Game)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Castti Florenz/Osvald V. Vanstein
Characters: Castti Florenz, Osvald V. Vanstein, Elena Vanstein
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, endgame spoilers, Pre-Relationship, Reunions
Summary:
Some time after the eight have dispersed and gone along separate paths, Castti receives a concerning letter requesting her aid. Wasting no time, she makes her way to Conning Creek to reunite with Osvald.
Biggest reframe of my artistic life was when somebody pointed out that putting down your own work in front of people who enjoy it is tantamount to insulting those people’s taste. Knocked the self deprecation right out of me