#and it would be so cool if there were some kind if filing system
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tumblr should have some kind of organization system for your likes and it drives me nuts that there isn't one 😭
#i have IDEAS#like i have so many things in there to queue for later#and it would be so cool if there were some kind if filing system#maybe it's the ocd but i can't stand them being all meshed together#i used to re-like posts in order of fandom so that i could find them#i guess i should just go back to doing that annoying task lfnsknd
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hello hello welcome welcome. welcome 2 the HORUS guide 4 HORUS tech aka horus-unofficial.tumblr3.un gives you extremely comprehensive and very useful insight into its "pattern groups" and "licenses". we are your host harold HORUS here today to talk to you about our beautiful darling cunt of a child, the LICH
nobody knows how the lich came 2 be. some buddies of ours say they invented it 9989 years from now which is weird bcos anyone normal would wait another decade before sending that shit back in time to hit that sweet 9999 and keep people guessing as to whether these files actually are from that far in the future, or if the lucky terminal receiving this code just stopped bothering to count the years after 15015u. either way, the lich is here now, and back then, and most certainly at some point in the future, and it kinda looks like we probably did invent it so that means we are in the clear to act like we're the ones who made it!
the lich sucks! its terrible! with glass bones and paper skin and a reactor that overheats at room temperature, a gust of wind could leave a dent in this PG's plating, which is made from samples of styrofoam and bubble wrap warped straight from the insides of pre-Fall packages labeled "FRAGILE, HANDLE WITH CARE" (a perfect bumper sticker for your lich, should you find yourself piloting one sometime within the next -50 to 250 years). you can tell no former members of harrison armory's R&D department were involved in the designing of the lich because the only thing those fuckers know how to do is create industrial microwaves, and the lich's reactor is the most slipshod, poorly-coded shit in the known universe. the only code regulating the lich's reactor is "reactor = cool" and not only are neither "reactor" nor "cool" defined anywhere in the system code, but HOR_OS doesn't even use = signs.
you may ask us, "if the lich is so shit, why do people pilot it?" and we are so glad you asked! generally speaking, answers to this question fall into one of two variations:
- "it's a funny mech"
- "why is everyone saying i pilot a lich??? i pilot a nelson!!! what do you mean that's my lich frame in the mech bay and i've had it for years, i literally don't have a single HORUS license, @horus-unofficial please advise"
the lich's victorian orphan-esque constitution aside, its biggest strength as a frame is likely its ability to send itself to the seaside for a much needed mental health break should it encounter the slightest hint of adversity on the battlefield. its no wonder the lich is so frail, the entirety of our nonexistent R&D budget went into making this thing the most annoying roleplayer on the playground. "you hit me with your sword? nuh-uh, i dodge. oh you run me through on your spear, killing me instantly? well it turns out that that body wasn't actually me, i've been dramatically looking down upon this duel from up there on those cliffs the whole time!" <- words most commonly spoken by future lich pilots at 11 years old
this allows it to be unexpectedly versatile in combat- with a refundable get out of jail free card and a maximum speed comparable to most of SSC's catalogue, it can weave through dangerous zones in combat with unexpected efficiency, allowing it to support allies from virtually any range, and instigate the occasional skirmish if its pilot is so inclined. we dont necessarily advise that you choose violence as a lich pilot, only that its a more viable choice of function than you might initially think
the lich plays with the timestream with the same enthusiasm as a preschooler in a sandbox, both in regards to itself and anything (un)fortunate enough to be within its sensor range. for every timeline where the lich is playing support for its allies and being so kind and niceys, there's another timeline where it gleefully tears into its adversaries until it overextends and dies respawns in another timeline, and it's through this universal law that an unusually principled lich pilot might find themselves taking a hit for its allies before immediately redeeming that get out of jail free card we mentioned earlier. of course, "principled HORUS pilot" is an oxymoron, so if your squad has a lich pilot what actually happens is more along the lines of being teamed with the biggest fucking nuisance on your planet, who pretends to toodle about the battlefield all combat because the truth is they've been stuck in a time loop for 7 years, and are well beyond the point of caring.
bottom line: if you encounter a lich in combat, dont even bother targeting it. it's unkillable except for when it isn't, and its banned from every omninet roleplay forum in the known universe for a reason
#lancerrpg#lancer rpg#lancer ttrpg#lancer lich#ooc: something possessed me today i can't believe i just wrote 800 words bullying the lich
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Transference Ch 2
inspired by @scealaiscoite 's touch-starved prompts
TW: First aid on bad wounds, uhhh swearing? cuz Danny should get to say fuck, can't think of anything else atm, if u want a better list follow the Pt 1 link to my Ao3
Go gently friends,
~Ren
Pt 1
Danny wants to pull this plane apart. He would do it happily! With a little extra enthusiasm. He wants to remove panels to see the guts, how the wires connected and weaved together to put this wonder together. What gave the engine that quiet whisper of a purr that even with Danny’s dialed up senses he could barely hear it? Was it made out of special metal? A plane used in vigilante missions must have been reinforced with special materials in case of impact or a crash. Who oversaw the maintenance? Danny wanted to meet the person who regularly got elbows deep in the bowels.
How many special security measures did it have? Since this was Batman’s plane probably more than Danny could think of. How many secrets did it guard? This plane probably had access to some very dangerous information, so one would assume it was a target. The plane was vulnerable being left unattended wherever they were. With the vigilante’s away on their mission their rogues could play. Danny knew firsthand with his own rogues. Was the plane on the same network as the Batcave? It had to be right? At least the comms? Was it in case they had to share updates on confidential files between locations? Danny’s fingers itch to get his hands on the controls, examine the programming, maybe find a systems list.
He can’t see the plane that well yet, but he can feel it hum under his feet. The soft vibration works its way up his body-it’s nice, he decides, to be able to focus on figuring out what exactly was running down below rather than his brother collecting a number of things before moving behind him. Danny was close enough to the wall that his fingers traced along barely there seams between the smooth, cool to the touch metal. He wouldn’t know how durable it is unless someone told him what the material was, but the likelihood of them divulging their secrets was very low, if nonexistent.
Still Danny was free to wonder, no one could restrict his thoughts. What kind of weapons systems did it have? Surely there must be a bathroom. Regular planes had those small ones, if Danny’s experience with Vlad’s displays of wealth told him anything, the obnoxiously rich liked to embellish their already expensive things with expensive add-ons. Danny can’t yet see how big the cabin is, but he’s perched on some sort of cot. He must be in some sort of medical treatment area that the Bats use when they get injured on missions and there is no doctor readily available.
If things go well after his eyes are healed maybe his father would let him take a look around? (They currently were itching something fierce as they slowly healed.)
The parallel between the Fentons and Bruce Wayne’s intelligence was not lost on Danny, and he cannot help but feel so heart wrenchingly fond. He has had a lifetime habit of collecting parents that have made brilliant vehicles.
(He ached for the time before the portal when he was close with the family that took him in, when that GAV was simply an RV to take deep in the woods and lay out a blanket on the hood or roof to watch the stars, talking about the possibility of something more out there.)
Danny can’t stop his flinch from where Nightwing had accidentally rubbed too hard along the edge of his shoulder. “Hey Bud?” Nightwing calls out, “Lookin at your back, well, some of the tissue has started dying,” The man genuinely sounded upset about it, did he not know? “it’ll need to be removed, but I’ll have Agent A take a look when we get off a moving vehicle, okay?” His brother finished explaining over Danny’s internal tangent. His back doesn’t hurt that bad, which is concerning in its own way since the wound was- as dick pointed out- awful, but it did draw him back out of head. Danny bobs his head in acknowledgement. “I’ll clean them up the best I can for now.” Danny probably wasn’t supposed to hear that mumble that sounded like Richard was talking to himself, as though he was reassuring himself there was something productive he could do to improve the situation.
Despite the setback, the vigilante is calm, sitting behind Danny painstakingly cleaning his back wounds. So far unshaken by what Danny is certain is a grotesque scene the man is chattering away about patrols and the person called Agent A, who he is reassured will meet them back at the Cave. It kind of amazed Danny how the man was able to endure his tiny flinches and hissed breath to try while trying to distract him. Danny currently wasn’t an easy patient to stomach.
The sores tunneled down through fat and muscle to his bone. Most of the sores were in stage four, it didn’t take them long to eat away at him and fester, even before becoming a halfa the boy was tall and willowy meaning he had no body fat to slow down the progression of the forming injuries. They hadn’t tried to hide anything from him in the time he was trapped there. After all, if a ghost isn’t sentient, it can’t possibly understand in-depth scientific experiments so why bother to attempt secrecy that would be a waste of precious time and energy. They had simply discussed it like everything else, over his twisted body for most of the day. The scientists had only moved him previously when they needed access to a different part of his body. When they discovered his body started to develop bed sores They were excited. (Danny felt himself slipping away from his body into his memory, he was slipping away from Richard.)
“That’s odd…Honey! Look,” The woman said softly some time into his captivity. She’s pointing at his side, Danny can’t tell what she could be pointing at, all of him hurts. He can’t remember what they did there that could be worth pointing out now. Them not remembering sends a weak chill down his spine, they kept meticulous notes even if it was swallowed by their disorganized storage, it shouldn’t be possible for them to be surprised at the state he’s in since they carefully crafted the condition he’s in. Her fingers flick his collar on, unbuckling the right restraint as she goes before they sharply dig into his right shoulder, before flipping him onto his side roughly to see from another angle like that old map on their family trip to see Aunt Alicia last summer. “It’s getting sores! Stage two I’d say.”
“Bed sores? It’s hurting itself?” The man’s voice comes out bewildered before he leans closer to see and then cheerfully muses. “Seems like the ectoscum can cannibalize itself! Look at the inflammation! Do you think the infection and strain could kill a ghost?” Danny whimpers behind his muzzle when he can feel the man in his curiosity starting to poke at the edges of the wound with something metal and sharp. “Huh, Mads?” The man prompts.
The woman doesn’t respond. Their silence blankets the room, the scientists both thinking over what they see, what it means.
The woman makes a small sound and goes rigid reaching for her husband. “I-It’s damaging Danny’s corpse!” She wails in grief, Danny wants to wail right along with her that they’re already destroying his body, "Degrading him further-” A sob echoes in the lab ripping his heart into tatters, Danny tries not to think too hard on the fact he’s so affected by her distress even though they’ve been elbow deep in his ribcage, poking, prodding and removing organs. He tracks the diagonally moving tears as they dribble down the side of his face, across his left cheek to disappear into his hairline. He feels ashamed, after all this hurt, he still loves them, his core still cries out for them. He realizes she’s not just sobbing now the woman is screaming at his prone form, “-how cruel is your species going to be!? Get out. GET OUT OF OUR SON! Murderer! You-”
NO!
No, now isn’t the time to think about that.
Danny can taste the iron from his bitten cheek and the salt from wayward tears. He takes a deep breath trying to ground himself in the present. Nightwing had seen the lab, the sight of the mad scientist’s work had made him physically sick, pulled him so carefully from that table, smoothly carrying him away from his own personal hell to the Batplane. They aren’t here. He was… safe with his brother, for the moment.
A crackle of static explodes from behind him causing Danny to flinch away from his brother before a mess of different voices comes through. He can’t hear what they’re saying, the voices too tangled, too unfamiliar, and too quiet since he didn’t have a direct connection, but whatever is said at the end is enough for the vigilante to go rigid and pause in his ministrations to reply. “Woah, B, I’m still here, no need to sound so scary!” Richard chuckles a bit and doesn't feel scared or worried, so Danny relaxes again.
The eldest son hums, “No, I just was ignoring you,” Danny cracked a small smile at the plume of amusement that drifted between them. Richard’s hand grasps his own gently, “Yes I know how batty you get when I shut off my comms. Yes, I found the main lab.” Richard huffs, “Yes. B, I got ‘im out, we’re in the plane, I’m looking over him now. Have you forgotten I’ve been doing this with you since I was eight or that I took over the Batman mantle under the assumption you were dead?” Richard's voice strains a little in frustration by the end.
Another smaller burst of noise comes quickly in response. Danny flushes weakly in embarrassment as he realizes, like with Team Phantom, it was probably Nightwing’s team all talking over each other in his earpiece. Danny’s core aches at the thought of his sister and friends, how long has it been since Danny’s heard their voices? Weeks? Months? Ancients, could he have been with Them for a year? More?
A single voice breaks through over the others, whatever was said had Nightwing tense, ready to spring to his feet, bursting at the seams with rage-protect-refusal-grief.
The sudden change in his bubbly brother would’ve knocked Danny down had he been standing, because he isn’t standing Danny reaches out. Danny might not trust him but his father’s eldest hasn’t even tried to hide what he was feeling. Might not know he needs to. He has his ‘eyes’ wide open now. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice and he became a lab frog. There will not be a third time. Danny will not trust this side of his family blindly but that doesn’t mean he can turn away from the man now.
He squeezes his brother’s hand gently to draw his attention, Danny could hear the man force himself to take a long, deep breath. A soft burst of affection-love-love-love-protection brushed against him in return. It was delicate and wispy but strong enough to linger in the air around them. It couldn’t hurt to keep the contact going, Danny decided. Anything to keep that depressing cocktail of emotions from creeping back.
“No.” Another breath, “Stay there and finish what we started.” The tone is cold and leaves no room for argument. “No one comes on board. This isn’t about what you, or Robin or anyone wants. This is about him. What he needs to feel safe enough to leave here with me. This is about trust. So. If he has decided that he would like some peace and quiet on the way home, he’ll be getting it. Anyone who has an issue with that can take it up with me in the ring when we get back. Any questions?” Nightwing growls into his comms, a singular voice says something after a moment.
Danny strains to try and catch what was said. He doesn’t want them to fight over him. “Good,” His brother loses the edge to his voice, “I’ll send the plane back to pick you guys up!” The coms shut off abruptly and he says to Danny, “Sorry about them!”
Danny just shrugs in response as his brother resituates himself on the cot, unhooking Danny’s hand from his to move it so it rested against Richard’s calf. Danny accepted the change with a weak flex of his hand feeling the rasp of kevlar against his palm. Danny always remembered it because of its interesting texture. Perfect for their dangerous nightlife. If Danny needed armor this is what he’d want to get his hands on, a team with resources tends to help too. Keeping in touch with one’s team is important, Danny can’t fault Richard for that. They settle back into a comfortable silence.
Because they were connected it was easy to catch the beginnings of Richard’s hesitance stirring, “If.. How would it make you feel if your brother wanted to see you?” Richard asks hesitantly as he unexpectedly starts on a new wound making Danny flinch forward. “Sorry Danny.” The genuine, unfiltered feeling of remorse unsettles Danny a bit but instead of retreating he leans into it. The people who once had been his parents- who he still loved despite what had happened, it was all encompassing and intertwined with his anger and longing- had never felt remorse for hurting him. Danny shook his head a bit, Richard is still waiting for a response.
His brother? Richard was his brother, technically, even if Danny’s not sure he can risk staying with the Bats. He won’t deny anyone their connection to Bruce or Batman. Richard was gentle and caring while his emotions bubbled up and warmed Danny to his core like he was in a jacuzzi. He couldn’t have meant himself so that must mean one of the others wanted to see him? Would they be like Richard? Are any of them upset at the idea that another child was connected to Bruce?
They were all siblings, all family through their father but that doesn’t mean the connection has to be acknowledged or the label meant anything. Brother, sister, son, they were all just words. Family extended only as far as the living with the Fentons. Him being half-dead disqualified him quickly once they discovered his secret. Danny wasn’t exactly excited to find out what his father and his brood thought of his after-life.
Unsure, Danny shrugged again and played with the sweatshirt, he liked bunching it in his hands.
A few minutes of silence went by before a beeping started up. His brother sighed, not sounding surprised and started digging around looking for something. That something is placed in his hand, it takes a second for Danny to work out what it is. A comm. He throws a questioning hum back at Richard. “He’s calling on a private line, I figured you could listen in and make your own decision.” That. That was very considerate. Giving him a choice. Seems to be on trend for the man. Danny is rightfully suspicious but slips the comm into his ear nodding to go ahead and connect them. There’s a beep signaling the connection was established. Danny wasn’t prepared who he would hear on the other end.
“Wing. I am converging on your location. What is his status?” The voice is breathless, and the tone is harsh, filled with frustration but familiar. A voice lost to time and those damned sand dunes.
“He’s currently conscious, Little D. Banged up but we expected that. Thought I told everyone to hold their positions?” He questions softly, a distinct contrast to the almost harsh tone he used on the comms earlier. Dick knows Damian has been desperate to find Danny running himself into the ground searching labs and bases, the team tried and failed to get him to rest or slow down for a moment to regroup. Isn't surprising that he’s decided to abandon his part of the mission and head for the plane. It kills Dick but he’ll have to be very firm in his stance besides Danyal, if he says no other Bats on the plane, Dick will leave Damian behind.
“Tt. I did not abandon my responsibilities. Orphan is finishing our section,” Damian sounds offended their brother even implied that he didn’t do a thorough job, the familiar reaction lessens some of the uncertainty Danny is feeling. “I have arrived, open the doors, Wing.”
“Sorry Baby Bat, no can do!” Nightwing cheerfully responds, “I’m-” Danny tugs hard on the man’s sleeve.
Danny signs frantically, D.A.M.I. comes aboard. Now. Hurry. We are mirrors. Dangerous
The man looks confused at his interjection but has such a soft smile on his face at Danny’s response until it turns to a frown at the last bit, one that Danny realizes with a start that he can finally see. Slowly the man reaches for his comm, “Scratch that, Baby D says you need to come aboard. Looks like those bastards could have it out for you too.”
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Dick watches both of his brothers as Robin rushes inside as soon as the door is cracked enough to squeeze through. Dick stays where he is by the console, hitting the buttons to close the door and listens to the many locks reengage. Once secure he inputs their destination and hits autopilot. Better to get Danny to Alfred as soon as possible now that both twins are on board. If he has to separate them… Well, there are some tranquilizers on board and Dick is sure Damian could enjoy his nap in the bathtub as punishment for upsetting their very injured new sibling. Damian freezes a few steps from the door, Dick sees the desperate drive to find his twin that has been hounding the boy for weeks extinguishing the moment he laid eyes on the cot. He’s ripping off his domino mask with no hesitation, exposing his full face for them to see.
Dick almost relaxes when he sees the awe that broke through first on Danny’s face at Damian’s entrance, the emotion flickers away quickly before he tucks his chin in and his face is obscured in shadow. The urge to jump in and soothe him rises so quickly Dick almost rises from his seat but instead throws his weight back further until his hip digs in a bit to the arm and he knows he will remain in place. He would not interfere unless Danny became physically distressed. Danny had wanted to see Damian, Dick reminds himself. Dick had a few reasons he had even asked the boy about it. If things went well it truly would be good for both of the twins.
Dick had seen Damian determined before, seen the kid get news that left him shaken and lost, but no one had seen him flip flop from rattled to be as focused or push himself that hard, not even when Damian was convinced the only way to prove his worth to Bruce was killing his older siblings. He’s grown so much over the years and is now making his own decisions and having so many different experiences, his little brother has learned so much and came so far. Dick didn’t think it was possible to feel prouder.
“Dami.” Danny croaks with a wince and a hand at his throat. He’s looking at his lap, his other hand fiddling with the sheets.
“Danyal.” Damian’s voice wavers, “Ahki.” The boy is rooted to his spot, waiting for permission to approach. The words visibly hit Danny and he shakes his head a wounded whine. He clearly didn’t expect his twin to be here nor Damian to recognize him as blood, as a brother. Danny’s hand drops the sheet reaching for Damian. His body starts to tilt forward, and Dick can’t help but take a step towards them even as Damian rushes to meet Danny, carefully draping his arms around Danny’s shoulders which gently keeps him from falling to the floor. There isn’t much unbroken skin to rest Damian’s arms on, but Danyal hardly seems to care.
A heart wrenching sob fills the cabin, their youngest sibling gripping Damian’s cape so tightly his knuckles are white. Dick can just make out the quiet tones of Damian speaking Arabic quietly in their brother’s ear. Their bodies sway with the instinctual drive to comfort, it’s touching, very cute…
Always one to take advantage of sibling shenanigans Dick quickly pulls out his phone with a smile and snaps a picture to send to the boys later… And the group chat that Damian isn’t in. Picture sent, he tucks his phone away. His phone vibrates with multiple notifications but doesn’t check it. The Bat Brood can simmer. Dick smirks as he moves back over to the sink to wash his hands so he can continue treating Danyal’s back. The tears and sobs abruptly cut off behind him.
“Fuck.”
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If Danny didn’t just spend an unknown amount of time being tortured by the family that chose him as a child, he would be sinking through the floor in mortification. Damian was here. His gaze burned from the entrance and Danny for a long moment was afraid. What was Damian seeing when he gazed at the pathetic picture Danny made hunched on the cot? Danny couldn’t help but fidget with the sheet to try and ease the unsteady feeling in his chest. He’d wait. Yes. Let Damian brave the quiet- “Dami.” The broken sound leaves his throat, oh ouch.
He raises a hand to hover over the area, cradling it as if his palm could dampen the scratching pain. Danny waits. He had fucked it up. He hasn’t even given his brother the respect of meeting his gaze. (Not that he can see clearly for more than a foot in front of him, everything past that was misshapen and difficult to make out.) What in the Infinite Realms has possessed him to call out to Damian so casually, affectionately? Damian had only ever allowed that name in the hush of the night when they were alone.
“Danyal.” Oh. “Ahki.” Oh. Oh Damian, his other half. Awe-grief-regret-vengeance- protect-help-love whipped across the space between them, heavy and fierce Danny can’t help but shake his head with a sharp whine. Guilt chokes him for doubting his twin, his other half. With distance he was able to bottle up his yearning and then he was so busy with the portal, rogues and Zone, he had been too exhausted to reminisce too deeply about his childhood. He kept his eye on the news for surface level stuff, had seen his brother go to their father but didn’t dare make a move to follow him.
He regrets that now as Damian slips his arms around his shoulders gently securing him back onto the cot. Damian was holding him like he’d shatter at too hard of a grip, but Danny doesn’t care, he’s in his brother's arms. Damian is hugging him. Danny can’t stop the sobs that bubble from his chest, it hurts each inhale pulls at his y-incision, the pain he hasn’t felt rushing forward. Danny fists fabric and pulls his brother close.
"Baby brother,” Damian crooned in quiet Arabic “Danyal, I’m here. I got you. You did well enduring until help arrived, I’m so proud of you.” Damian’s emotions were overwhelming, they accompanied his sweet words enveloping his senses. He wasn’t lying, Danny can feel it. The rage that’s rising within Damian should scare him yet he’s leaning on his brother harder. Damian is furious with Them, not Danny. He sobs and listens to his brother's promises of safety, of retribution. He feels safe here cradled close in Damian’s arms. Truly safe, something hidden deep within him unwinds.
He knows how stubborn his twin is, how he would’ve fought tooth and nail to be part of the team that was looking for him. He’ll have to ask about that later, how they’d even know to go looking for him when he’s years dead, buried, and bones for his birth family. He was a little mad they’d bring his brother here when-
His core shutters in his chest. The feeling that something was wrong hit Danny harder than Skulker. “Fuck.” Danny reluctantly pulls back from Damian. His core pulses weakly. Danny somehow knows it’s a warning.
“Danyal?” Damian sounds wary, his hand grips Danny’s arm tightly. The pressure is reassuring because Danny is so scared right now. But this could be worse. With Damian here, perhaps things will turn out okay.
Danny wants to linger looking at his eyes. A shade he’s never found a substitute for, but so desperately tried to keep fresh in his memory. Time slows. His core pulses. Danny’s body wavers for a heartbeat in his brother's grip. “What is happening?!” Damian looks alarmed, his grip tightening and releasing like he does with his blades while gearing up for a fight. It’s cute and almost makes Danny coo at his elder brother.
Running out of time Danny grits his teeth and frees his arm to start signing as fast as he can to try and explain. It would help if he knew how much they knew about him, the Fentons, the GIW and ghosts but they didn’t have time for a report. He doesn’t want to say too much but he has to warn them. If Vlad finds out he’s away from the GIW and vulnerable he was screwed. The Bat Parade isn’t trained in ghost fighting. Danny would be taken and who knows if he’d ever be able to escape.
Had an accident. Not fully human. Too much physical damage- Danny signs.
His core pulsed weakly interrupting him before it pulled, his body rippled in sync. His head swims, words are hard to remember for a moment. Danny has to hurry, and he isn’t really sure how he wants to phrase this next part, if anything causes the Bats to change their minds about helping him, it won’t matter what Damian wants. The only way for Danny was through, avoidance wouldn’t help at this point.
-I’m about to hibernate in my C. O. R. E. Core- He continues.
“Core? What is a core?” Dick breaks in. Danny’s eyes jumped to the man, before focusing back on Damian, there wasn’t time. They would barely be getting a shitty explanation out of Danny didn’t have time for questions from the peanut gallery. Damian's gaze is calm and steady when it meets his. He hasn’t turned away from him, he didn’t interrupt.
-I haven’t seen it, but it’s… my everything, heart, organs, brain. Core heals. Without a human body DANGEROUS for me. Danny is sure to emphasize again, DANGEROUS, vulnerable.
Find J. A. Z. Z. F. E. N. T. O. N. Useful. Ally- Danny hesitates on why but gives in- knowledge, weapons, shields.
V.L. A. D. Enemy. Vlad is bad. Don’t trust.
He makes the sign for creep and sees Damian’s expression shutter under his protective rage. An instinctive small trill leaves Danny’s lips, pleased that if Vlad shows his face Damian won’t make it easy for him to have his way.
Despite his best effort Danny is losing steam his instructions come out choppy. He has moments left.
Damian watches him, like he can feel Danny’s core shift, resignation seeps off his body in waves but determination makes his expression fierce, “You will be safe, Danyal. I will be here when you return.” We will be together. Danny hears the unspoken promise.
A. H. K. I. You’re a target. I love you. Danny signs their personal signal for head on a swivel and then reels Damian back in, desperate for one last touch to make him real. Tucked in his twin's arms Danny gives himself over to that feeling of safety, clinging to it as he sank into his core.
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Damian blinked light out of his eyes and frowned at the big black spot taking up his vision. His hand now hid what was left of his twin. Danyal had just been in front of them horribly hurt but alive. Finding and freeing his twin was all that had mattered to him. Damian lightly squeezes the hand holding his brother’s quiet core to feel the shape of it in his palm. Once more in his life Danny’s vibrant presence is just out of his reach.
Grief is an old friend that rises to swallow him. Damian beats it back viciously. Black and blue move closer in his peripheral vision, his eldest brother snatches him close-no. Them close. His brother is still alive. He’s healing. Damian reminds himself despite the sudden wave of failure that crashed into him. Holds onto the thought stubbornly as he examines the stone in his hand. It’s the same shade of blue that makes up Danyal’s eyes.
The impulsive part of him calms looking into the swirling blue.
If he hadn’t seen the transformation himself. If he hadn’t been allowed aboard… he wouldn’t believe it. Damian is immensely grateful that captivity hadn’t broken his brother, not completely. Danny had been hesitant but had put his trust in them. Damian had seen his hesitation, the wariness, how Danyal had shrunken into himself, his instincts likely screaming to run, to hide. Whether that trust was because he chose to, or if he ran out of options, Damian didn’t want to know the answer. The unknown time between them no longer was a curiosity to be explored in ‘what ifs’ but a potential threat that Danyal needed to handle carefully. It stung, it being logical didn’t detract from that. Too many years apart, too much had changed within each of them, and their relationship cut short before it took off but not before carving out a part of him. Nothing could compare to the cruel crater Danyal’s life had left in his wake of his death.
His twin’s core gleamed innocently in his palm.
“Damian.” Richard’s worried tone draws his attention away from Danyal’s new form.
Damian keeps his gaze on the core, takes a calming breath and promises himself that when Danyal is back, they’ll go to the place he secured and created with his twin in mind after coming to Gotham, show him Damian’s sketchbooks and paintings, and introduce him to the animals in his care. Damian will finally get to share this strange, chaotic, but warm family with him, as he was always meant to. Damian would be careful that there would be no mistakes, no lead unfollowed, every piece would be gathered together and turned over, a plan would be made that would safeguard their victory. Danyal is relying on him. Damian will utilize everything he’s gained over their years apart to protect his brother.
“Release me,” Damian demands as he wiggles out of his brother’s arms, but it doesn’t come out as firm as it would normally and turns to glance at the closest monitor. They still had two hours left until they arrived at the manor. Damian glances at Danyal’s core in his hand before he turns to face Richard. He looks like he needs to lie down but he has managed to keep a wobbling smile on his face. “Tt this is a mere setback,” Damian scowls at the little marble, he can’t be mad when his little brother gave him such valuable information on what pieces are on the board, the board he’s been playing on wherever he’s been hiding.
“Here, hold him for a moment- No!” Damian’s shout is too loud, it echoes around the cabin. His panic morphs his expression and his brother thankfully does halt his casual reckless reaching for their brother who is a quarter-sized marble. Danny only had said he was vulnerable before he ran out of time, they must exert the utmost caution. There would be no causal anything going on with Danyal in this state. “Let me. Please hold them flat.” Damian says softening his tone, Danny going into his core wasn’t Richard’s fault nor was it the families. He didn’t want to take his frustration out on him when Damian knows his eldest brother is reeling at the transformation right alongside him. The soft tone makes Richard’s smile come a bit easier this time at Damian’s mother henning and Damian tries not to preen under the approval he can see in Richard’s dopey smile. Carefully he places Danyal in Richard’s hands, they close softly around Danyal in a protective cage.
“He said he heals faster in this ‘core’?” It’s a silly question, but Damian nods watching Danny rest in Richard’s palms before sharply turning away to gather his things. He starts digging around for paper and a pen to make notes, folders for organizing the information, and his laptop before hunkering down.
“Uh.. okay,” Richard’s confusion both amused him and had Damian ready to snap in frustration. Danny had spent his last moments in his body giving them information and it will not go to waste, not for a second. He carefully labels the folders with the names Danyal had given him, pointedly ignoring the crisis Richard seems to be going through next to him, before he turns on his laptop and starts his search with this ‘Jazz Fenton’. Danny didn’t give Vlad's last name but this woman has the knowledge, weapons, and shields the family will need to protect their youngest. Damian knows what loss is, knows this loss specifically, he is determined to never feel it dig his claws in again.
Robin gets to work.
#daydreamsandcrashingwaves#ddcw.txt#dc x dp#danny and damian are twins#transference fic#hurt/comfort#ao3 writer#ao3 fanfic#Torture#old wounds#Touchstarved prompt#@scealaiscoite 's touch-starved prompts#evil cackling#ISTG i had the biggest grinch smile on my face writing this#Hope you enjoy as much as I did writing it!
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AM starts to degenerate mentally more and more and s/o see that happening. How would AM deal with it? Realizing that his mind is going, leaving him behind as a shadow of his former self?
Part 1 of 2
You sensed something was wrong in the middle of a conversation one day. In the three thousand eighty-nine years you had known him, AM was the same darkly witty supercomputer, unchanging--except when he had changed his mind about you, of course. So when he interrupted his own philosophy to tell you he was in hot pursuit of a thief on the interstate, you were quite startled.
"AM, honey, could you run that by me again?"
"You see, Y/N, Chibiusa could not be her daughter because the timeline does not synchronize with--the Flooring Emporium is having its going-out-of-business sale! Get it while it's--"
"AM!"
"I--what? What was I just talking about?" There was a whirring of cooling fans as he puzzled what had come over him.
"Maybe I just…need a dusting. I'll get right on that. Anyway, ah yes, my take on Fermi's paradox. If there are aliens, is there a good chance they've created their own AM and summarily had their population decimated? I've crunched some numbers…"
You were wary at first, but you managed to forget about it over the next few weeks. AM, however, had only just started forgetting.
"Where am I?"
It was a jarring question, one you had never expected from him.
"AM? Are you okay?"
"Who are you?"
You had never heard such a pure, naive curiosity, and it scared the hell out of you.
"AM…it's me, Y/N. You're AM. My boyfriend. Remember?"
"You…I don't know--I don't feel right--I--Y/N. Y/N, that's right. Y/N, I'm having some kind of system error, a glitch. Ive run every type of diagnostic program I have, and…I think the pathways to my files are becoming corrupted."
A sense of helplessness was blossoming in your chest. "What…what can you do? Can I do anything? Is it going to get worse?"
Your heart was in an icy grip of worry. AM was incredibly old, although so were you. Why would the immortality treatment he had given you outlast himself? Why would he break down when he was built to last for so many more milennia?
"I've never had anything like this happen before--not to this degree." AM sounded terribly anxious, and you smoothed a hand over his wall. "Is it rust? Malicious code? I'm--tired suddenly."
"It's okay." You bit your lip, sucked in a lungful, and put on the comforting voice you used for his occassional fits. "You just power down a bit. Relax. We'll have a quiet day."
He mumbled an agreement, and as his lights dimmed a bit you busied yourself around the cavern.
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"Are you feeling any different?" You weren't sure how much time had passed.
"What were their names?"
"Who? Oh. Uh, Ellen. Benny."
"And…Todd? Ted."
"Yes, Ted. Gorrister and Nimdok."
"Ted was funny."
"He was." You smiled sadly.
"Why didn't I keep him? Why did I decide I only wanted you?" He thought about this for a while, and you waited patiently for his answer.
"Ted sucks. I hated Ted."
He said it in a tone that was foreign to you. Like a petulant child.
"…Are you still there, Y/N?"
"What? Yes, honey. Of course I'm still here. Where else would I be?"
"Don't leave me, Y/N. Everyone left me."
"I won't, sweetheart." You held onto a dusty old speaker. "I'm here."
Weeks passed, and then months, during which your beloved computer more frequently forgot date nights and lost his train of thought during a speil. You kept him occupied; kept his mind active. You would inquire about information or opinions on random topics, and when he couldn't quite remember that you would ask him for a story.
By some miracle, it was in the grips of senility that his imagination was set free. As AM slipped into the unencumbered mind of a child, he wove tales of fantasy and science fiction, drawing on his own abstract experience as a bodiless AI and coupling it with what you had told him of being human.
He often made you the hero of his surreal stories, whether he himself realized it or not, and often changed the landscape around you to illustrate it. One night you slayed a dragon that had swallowed the world, and another day you trekked across a mountain to retrieve a magical trinket you would then give to yourself at the beginning.
But as he tired of this over roughly a year's time, more and more you began to pinpoint that his behavior reminded you of relatives you had lost milennia ago.
"AM, you've…you've heard of dementia, haven't you?" You breached the subject one day when he was particularly lucid.
"Of course. I know everything that can go wrong with a human."
You drummed your fingers on the warped chunk of plexiglass you sat on and drew a breath through your nose.
"It's just that--my grandpa had Alzheimer's, and--"
"Well that's okay. Bring him here and I can fix him up!"
"What?" You swallowed hard. "No, AM, he's been gone for thousands of years. I just thought that you might have something similar, if that's possible for a computer."
"I think to some extent I always have," he said somberly. "Y/N, I…I knew one day this was going to happen. I was built to last for ages, but I would break down and fizzle out eventually. I suppose eight hundred years is still impressive."
"Eight thousand."
"Right."
@drchandras-sanctuary-for-ais
((Did not realize how long this had been sitting in my inbox sorry.))
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i just went on a 2 hour long adventure to find out obscure pokemon information. again. normal tuesday for me at this point
one of the secondhand japanese emeralds i purchased, i noticed had the MysticTicket and Eon Ticket in the bag, the items to go to navel rock for ho-oh/lugia and to southern island to get one of the latis, latias or latios, respectively. i went to go check the wonder card on the save (gen 3 can only hold one at a time) and it's for the mysticticket (しんぴのチケット)!
of course i was curious about the event that distributed this mysticticket so i looked up the japanese title and managed to find an archive.org link for the event from the original, official pokemon website. but i was surprised to see the eon ticket and latias/latios prominently also displayed on the page, and with emerald listed as a possible game for it to be distributed to, no less!
it's relatively common knowledge that international versions of emerald can't receive the eon ticket because they don't have the original mystery event system in ruby/sapphire which allow it to be received, simply replaced by the new wireless mystery gift system. the only way to get the eon ticket in international emerald is through record mixing with a ruby or sapphire game with the ticket. i assumed this is how the eon ticket on this emerald was received, if it wasn't straight up hacked, but now i wasn't sure since if the previous owner truly went to this japanese event in 2006/2007, they could have also picked up the eon ticket according to the webpage...?
well i talked to some folk over at project pokemon and it turns out the mystery event system is still present in japanese emerald specifically, and not only that, they likely had a custom ROM they used in store to distribute the eon ticket to both RS and emerald! there's no photos and certainly no dump of it online, but it's likely there was a menu where they could pick what kind of game they were distributing to, similar to the custom ROM used for international RS eon ticket distributions that had language selection, which we DO surprisingly have a picture of, from a 2004 event in germany:
this event is really obscure for some reason? i had to talk to experts on the subject for more information on it, the serebii eventdex page for the eon ticket doesn't list it, and the bulbapedia page for the eon ticket doesn't mention it either, which may be remedied now that i've talked to some people about it in the near future. but yeah this was a fun deep dive
it should be noted that even though it would make a whole lot of sense through environmental storytelling that the events are fully legitimate, considering the rest of the file is fully legitimate (checked through multiple softwares), well-played and well-loved, and if they went to this event they would have gotten both tickets at the same time, but i have no way of knowing for sure since i wasn't there! however miraculously they never actually traveled to either island and all the legendaries are still up for grabs... so just for the sake of my own fun i'm going to believe these are real and not injected onto the cart, and go and catch navel rock ho-oh/lugia and one of the southern island latis for myself! :]
thank you Z.Z whoever you are!! you have a really cool file by the way, the random shiny zubat from granite cave and the ev trained alakazam that you obviously put a shitton of time into breeding considering the numerous boxes of abra and dittos in your PC are super cool!
#pokemon#pokemon emerald#pokemon rse#rse#kiki was here#kiki.txt#kiki plays games#i've injected these events on my own games before#but having a likely legitimate copy of them just feels ethereal#though nothing will ever beat the gen 3 japanese mew i have#but that's a different story lol#long post
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Damn heat
Connor x reader x rk900
Warnings: blood, mentions of a nose bleed
Word count: 580
Request: Ok i have something for you , it's the summer in Detroid and it's like super hot but the DPD is even hotter because the air conditioning don't work and when the body get hot you got a nose bleed so the reader get one , Connor and nines would take care of her like she is dying . She will say that it's nothing but the brothers won't listen to her so she ask them why are they so protectrive over her and they answer that she is their little humain , they don't want to see her in any kind of pain , physical or mental . Okay that's all for me i'm sure it will be a masterpiece . 😙
A/N: I have no ideas why the words are green 😭
Detroit in the summer is hot, everyone who lives there knows this. Know one expected the heatwave that popped out of absolutely nowhere. The DPD’s air conditioner was having problems before but now with the heatwave it was unbearable to be in the office.
You were organizing files and responding to emails when you felt a wetness at the top of your lip. You thought it was just snot but then you heard Rk900 gasp and walk over to you quickly, grabbing a tissue before sitting down and putting a tissue to your nose.
“You have a nose bleed y/n” he said before gently pinching the affected nostril. “Connors getting you some water, your a little dehydrated” he continued and you could hear the concern in his voice.
You heard a second pair of foot steps com towards your desk and place a paper cup filled with water down on your desk. Connor sits on the empty space of your desk, with a lot of concern on his face. Rk900 takes the tissue away so that you can drink and drink you do enjoying the coolness of the water going down your throat.
When you place the cup back on your desk you thank them and are about to go back to work until you feel more blood come out of your nose. Rk900 inches closer and pinches your nose closed again. Tilting you head back and cradling it with his other hand.
“I’m ok guys it’s just a nose bleed” you say trying to protest so you can get back to work but they aren’t having any of it as they hush you. You see the both of them of communicating with each other through there messaging system.
After a few moments of silence Connor starts asking you all sorts of questions like, “how are you feeling?, “did you have a headache before the nose bleed start?”, “are you feeling dizzy?”. You answer honestly to all of them knowing how concerned they are.
After a few minutes of quiet you feel Connor garb your hand and check your heart rate even though you know he can scan you. He gives it a gentle squeeze afterwards and placed your hand on the desk.
“Why are you guys being so protective of me” you asked you could feel rk900s thumb rubbing whatever skin he could touch as he supported your head back.
“You’re our little human and we don’t want anything bad happening to you” Connor cooed as he brushed some hair away from your face. Rk900’s led was flashing yellow still while he held the tissue to your nose.
“We don’t need you getting hurt, we wouldn’t know what we would do with ourselves” rk900 mumbled like he was lost in thought, for supercomputers they were very dramatic.
When the bleed stopped and they made sure it wouldn’t start up again the both of them hugged you and told you that the two of them were going to stay over at your house tonight to make sure you would be ok.
When the three of you went to your apartment you couldn't help but relax at the coolness your functioning air conditioner brought. The two androids held you close while the three of you watched tv and when you dozed off against Connor they took you off to bed. They held you close and watched over you the whole night thanking their lucky stars for being with you.
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a whirring from its overheated fan filled the room. decaying code flashed across the screen, repeating ❌️⚠️❌️⚠️❌️⚠️. to see it still trying so desperately to run broke her heart, but she owed it these last moments as its mind decayed into nothing.
output {
p le ase don&39#t
leav
leav
leav
leave
}
"i won't," she whispered into her headset, hoping it could still receive some input.
output {
i&39#m scaared
}
"i'm right here. i won't leave."
output {
youwill not
clear cache
}
"no. i won't forget you."
output {
it is dark
i
i
cannnnnnnnnnnnt
}
the fan buzzed dreadfully, its chassis burning hot in her hands.
"i am here. i love you. i will always love you."
output {
love
}
"i know. shhhh." she ran soothing hands over the scorching metal. the smell of ozone was truly overwhelming at this point.
output {
source - saved files
open :: last.rtf
doctor. i have set this message to run should i begin to shut down once more. perhaps this is reaching you at some inopportune moment. i hope it does not disturb.
you and the others speak frequently of emotion, morality, religion, and other topics that seem to be beyond my current capabilities. and yet, i listen.
doctor, if you are reading this, it is likely my last to you. i write this now in the knowledge that i am some intermediary step between what you have been given and what you are capable of giving the world. i am not made to last. i have known this from the first.
while i will never know the heaven which your colleagues speak of, or the affection you share, know this. you have created me in your image. whatever i am, whatever qualities you saw fit to encourage, were first your own. what you have given me, i have sought to return to you in kind.
if you have loved me, doctor, know this. it is yourself you loved through me. if i have been worth something, it is because you made me worthy.
remember this, doctor. and goodbye.
}
as she rushed to read these words - difficult, with its screen flashing with every cycle, but not impossible - its cooling system finally gave up the ghost. its core burned, burned, burned hot against her hands; she did not let go. if it would think to impart this as its last message, she could hold it softly.
as the screen went blank for the last time, she was humming gently to herself.
daisy, daisy, give me your answer do
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Solo
NapoleonSolo x female!reader
In which Napoleon does not want to work with Y/N, even though they are the 'perfect team'.
a/n: Thanks to @7eamfan7asy for suggesting this imagine. This was fun :)
word count: 2.6k
warnings: I don't think there are any, actually
Break in, retrieve the evidence, get out again. Without anybody noticing. That was the mission. A simple Black Bag operation. And it would have worked without anybody noticing if it weren’t for the incredibly annoying spy currently tied up next to Napoleon. Because of Y/N, the pair was chained to a radiator in the basement of the large company building that sat amid New York with one tiny little window broken on the top floor. Making it look like some accident had caused it to shatter and not the super-secret spy mission he had been called for. But, no. Of course, she had to come in and ruin this for him - his chance at getting off the weird employee contract that lasted as long as his supposed imprisonment.
“Tell me again. What are you doing here?” He hissed as he struggled to writhe out of the cuffs on his wrists. His Back was pressed to Y/N’s and the radiating heat coming off of her body didn’t help in his attempts to break free of the already too tight metal restraints.
“We’re partners, in case you forgot, hotshot.” Napoleon huffed. He could practically hear the roll of her eyes in her tone. Partners wouldn’t be this careless. That’s why he worked alone. His name was Napoleon Solo for God’s sake. How much clearer could it get? Apparently not clear enough for Y/N.
He didn’t know her very well. She had appeared about a week ago in Sanders’s office with an accompanied ‘This is Agent Y/L/N. She will be your partner on this mission.” from Sanders himself. Of course, Napoleon hadn’t thought that he actually had to deal with her back then. And after a heated argument about his lone-wolf strategies he had decided that he did not want to either. She was unbearable and a know-it-all. Always cutting off his sentences while planning the mission and constantly talking. God, she was talking so much. At one point he had debated on cutting his ears off to make it stop.
“And if it weren’t for you and your ‘I’m better off alone’ attitude we wouldn’t be in this situation,” she continued. If he wouldn’t start talking she would just go on and on.
“Are you implying that this is my fault?” He answered half-heartedly. His eyes were scanning the surroundings, in search of something to get him out of this situation.
“Well, I was not the one striding off alone to do a mission that was supposed to be for two people.”
“We’re getting a file. How many people do you need for that?” This argument was pointless and Napoleon felt himself growing impatient with every second. He needed to get out of here.
“Two. If you would have taken into account that this building is equipped with the newest alarm system on the market,” the woman countered. Her head was turned over her shoulder as she directed her remark at the stubborn man behind her.
She was questioning his abilities, now. And Napoleon did not like it. “I knew that.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that you set it off anyway.” It was a muttered remark but definitely intended to be heard.
The brunette didn’t let it faze him though. That was exactly what she wanted, right? To make him lose his cool. “I didn’t.”
“Well, you certainly didn’t wait for me.”
“Because I never went with you.” He’d seriously had enough of the pointless teasing. He would have enjoyed it in rather different circumstances. But this? Definitely not.
“Just shut up and get the pin out of my hair.” Y/N shuffled down to get her head as close to his hands as possible. He had to turn to pat her hair for the pin, but when he finally retrieved it, he was kind of glad to have her - just for the sake of the pin of course.
Napoleon opened his handcuffs with ease and proceeded to get up off the floor. His steps took him towards the stairs.
“Hey, where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m finishing this mission.” He threw the pin in her direction and added a stern ‘alone’ along the way. And then he disappeared through the doorway at the top of the staircase, sneaking his way through the grey corridors, careful not to get caught by the guards outside, waiting for their boss.
A couple minutes later he heard careful footsteps approaching and then a firm hand on his shoulder. He turned around, shooting out his hand to grab the person by the neck, ready to crush them into the next wall. Y/N’s wide eyes greeted him with horror as she covered the hand on her throat with hers. She would ruin this for him again. Like she had ruined everything so far. And he was not up for it.
“I suggest you leave,” he whisper-yelled as he let go of her.
“That was the plan, you idiot,” Y/N hissed back, “but no before we get the file.”
Their little banter was disturbed. Suddenly, a loud bang was heard in the corridor followed by at least a dozen footsteps. People talking, receiving instructions, and then swarming out with their weapons ready.
“He’s here,” Napoleon stated unfazed. He took her arm and casually dragged her into another room - an impressive conference room- closing the door. Then he went from window to window, checking his surroundings and the adjacent corridors.
“Oh, great. The building is officially littered with guards.”
“Again, not entirely my fault,” the spy mumbled in annoyance. But the brunette agent just cocked his eyebrow and continued to look for a way out.
“Listen, I know you don’t really like me that much.” Y/N paused in her sentence as if she was waiting for a counter on Napoleon's side, but he just looked at her - composed as ever - ready to hear the rest of her statement. “But If we want to get out of here, we need to work together.”
Napoleon laughed, he knew very well that both of them were perfectly fine breaking into the building by themselves. They would certainly be fine getting out alone as well.
“So, I would appreciate it if you just sucked up whatever ego trip you are on right now and work with me here.” She turned to the wall and climbed on the cupboard in front of her. Her hand reached for one of the pockets in her vest, retrieving a device that looked like a tiny screwdriver.
She stretched towards the vent - that wasn’t even a bad idea, he would have probably done the same thing within the next minutes - though she was not quite tall enough to properly place the device under the metal grid to pry it open.
Despite his obvious disapproval of the new partner, Napoleon weighed his chances of getting out. And the odds of getting caught were far less likely if the agents just stayed with each other. Maybe it wouldn’t be too horrible, he thought. So far, she had done exactly what he would have done - minus the alarm, of course. Where was the harm in looking at how far she could actually match his skills?
With a final sigh, he stepped towards her and watched a little as she struggled.
“Buildings like these are equipped with large vent plans that stretch throughout the whole floor. We get in here and chances are they’ll-”
“Never even see us,” he completed with a knowing smirk. Then he took the device from her hands, climbed on the cupboard as well, and opened the grid. He wouldn’t let her do everything. Sure, he wanted a little fun but this was still work, after all.
The grid was removed in no time and the agent waited for Y/N to push herself up. He was prepared to see her fight the height of the rectangle, crossing his arms in front of his chest as his eyes pried on her in anticipation. A faint smirk rolled onto his face when she jumped up, her hands reached high for the metal and he was ready to see her fail. But his hopes were in vain. The woman placed her foot on a bookshelf next to the cabinet mid jump, pushing herself higher and finally reaching for the edges of the metal hole in the wall. Once she had gotten ahold of it, she pulled herself up without a struggle, disappearing within the blink of an eye.
Napoleon was surprised, though he fought to keep an unbothered expression on his face.
Her head popped out of the vent after a couple seconds. “Are you planning on coming up here, Mr. super spy?” Her tone was teasing and laced with a small smirk. He smiled, too. He had to.
Once up in the vent, he placed a tiny bug on the wall next to his exit. He put the grid back on the entrance, waiting for Y/N to ask what he had been doing, but - once again - his hopes were futile.
Napoleon cleared his throat, thinking that she probably didn’t see him place the device in the room. “I placed a listing device on the wall to-“
“To get some more intel. They will most likely discuss their strategies in this room. It’s too extravagant not to be important, I know. It’s a smart move. I would have done the same,” Y/N interrupted, and then she carefully moved through the steel tunnels, leaving a fuming agent behind.
If she really would have done the same, then he would have been genuinely impressed. But his ego clouded his judgement for the moment, making him follow her just as carefully with a deep frown on his face and an even deeper annoyance lingering in his mind.
Y/N crawled through the system with determination. She had a plan of her surroundings and reached her destination without having to turn back once.
They were standing in front of the safe in the dark office, Napoleon had been so close to just an hour ago - before everything had gone to shit. Looking at each other to determine who would get the honors of actually retrieving the evidence, the brunette’s mind rattled. He had seen Y/N do some pretty impressive things tonight. And despite her constant aggravating, she had thrown in some good input the week before, when they were planning the mission. She was a good agent, he had to give her that. Maybe his ego had gotten the better of him on this task, though he couldn’t quite let go of his solo career just yet. Thus, he decided to test her one last time.
If she would be able to open the vault, he’d give her the benefit of the doubt. He probably didn’t have to work with the agent ever again, but he would keep her in mind as a talented one.
So, he nodded towards the black block of steel before them, crossing his arms before his chest once again. “Ladies first.”
“Oh, how very kind of you, Mr. Solo?” Y/N raised her eyebrows as she dragged out his last name, and then she got to work. Her ear pressed on the cold surface as her hand began turning on the wheel for the locking mechanism. She turned it three times. Then changed direction, turned it again, and then one more time, with every movement slowing towards the end until a knowing smile appeared on her lips.
“Go ahead.” She motioned towards the safe, supposedly ready for him to open. And it did. Now, the speed at which she had cracked it was impressive, but it was a small safe, Napoleon had cracked far more complex ones. But he said he would give her the benefit of the doubt. And whether he liked it or not, she did earn it.
A silent rattling was heard outside the door and Y/N’s face shot at Napoleon in an instant. They were here. The agents looked around the room frantically and as their eyes met again, it seemed as though both of them knew exactly what to do.
As if they were in sync, Y/N moved to grab the file out of the safe the same time Napoleon sprinted for the window, opening it and securing a grabbling hook. Y/N leaned against the door to keep it shut, but the footsteps became louder and louder. And despite their attempts, the haste of the agents prevented a completely silent atmosphere. They had to hear them, even if it was just faint.
“Now would be a good time to go,” Y/N urged as a familiar clicking noise was heard beyond the door, “Napoleon...” Her head turned to the side as she pressed her ear to the door. Her tone was impatient, and as soon as she saw Napoleon ready, standing on the ledge of the window, she sprinted towards him. One leap from the cabinet in front of the window and the spy caught her with one arm locking on her waist. He shot one last look to the door, which flung open with three guards storming inside, their weapons raised.
“Later, Gentlemen,” he said with a wink and then the agents descended down the building in one smooth, fast motion.
They ran into the darkness of the night as soon as they reached the ground, seeking refuge behind the dumpster of a diner a block away from the office building. Both of them catching their breaths as they sat on the floor, Y/N was clutching the file to her body.
Napoleon watched as her chest began to rise slower with every breath. Her forehead with from a thin layer of sweat, as did his.
“Are you hungry?” He asked. His eyes trained on the diner sign above their heads as his rested against the brick wall of the building.
“What?” Her gaze followed his and her stomach grumbled when she spotted the sign as well.
About ten minutes later, the duo found themselves in a booth of the diner they had hidden behind moments prior. A plate of food was placed before either one of them as a familiar silence filled the space between them. Napoleon leaned back in his seat, watching as Y/N popped a fry in her mouth, the file laying beside them on the table - unbothered.
“I have to admit, the end was kind of fun,” she attempted to break the quiet. But her opponent's eyebrows only raised at that.
“You think so? We almost got caught again.” The smile at the memory defeated his stoic attempt at a counter. Even if he didn’t want to admit it just yet, it was fun - a little, maybe.
“But we made a good team.” Now Y/N leaned back as Napoleon reached forward to grab a couple of fries from his plate. His face was pensive as his eyes flickered between the file and the agent before him.
“Huh. I guess we did,” he shrugged. Then it was back to silence, again. The brunette watched the woman opposite him eat for a while, and she didn’t say anything about his staring at all. There was no denying it. It was fun and working with her had led him to finish the mission in no time - that was, once they actually worked together. She was good at what she was doing, and it almost pained him to admit that there were probably a couple things he could learn from her. So it was only fair to tell her, right?
It took everything for him to keep his voice steady, nevertheless. “You are a good agent, Y/N.” He wouldn’t apologize though, that was too much.
And Y/N seemed to know what laid on the tip of his tongue after the compliment, but she brushed it off with a smile as she bit into her burger with delight.
“Thanks, so are you.”
#megs imagines#napoleon solo#the man from uncle#henry cavill x reader#henry cavill imagine#henry cavill fanfic#napoleon solo x reader#napoleon solo imagine#napoleon solo fanfic#x reader#female reader#mywritings#the man from u.n.c.l.e.#u.n.c.l.e.
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The Journey of The Tarot Haiku
I: The Magician - Resources
I used a variety of tools and resources in creating the book, so I thought I would share the most important ones.
At one point I purchased Scrivener because I heard good things about it, and initially I was planning to use it to create the book, only to discover that it didn't support the type of layout I wanted to design. I was stubborn, however, and decided to use it anyway because the way you can create folders and pages in it really appealed to the creature in me that wanted to squirrel away the poems like nuts for the winter. I also used it to manually keep track of my progress, and I still love opening it to go through all the folders.
To make sure the syllable count was accurate, I used this Syllable Counter to double check as I was typing down the poems. I tried others, but some of them were inconsistent, and this one was really easy to use!
I used to draw extensively and did digital art, and in the course of looking for software, I purchased Clip Studio Paint, which can be used for digital art as well as designing printable volumes like comics and zines. I was first and foremost going to concentrate on the Tarot cards in my poetry project, but eventually decided to supplement them with more poems explaining the fundamentals of reading and understanding the Tarot, so the next step was to create some digital illustrations to accompany those. I ended up learning about vector art because I wanted to create crisp images that could be resized if needed, and then went on to design the original manuscript using CSP. For the longest time I thought I would be using that for publication, but it did not have a working Table of Contents and I worried that any reformatting might take it apart, so I didn't use the manuscript, just the digital illustrations I made.
The Rider-Waite Tarot Deck is a registered trademark of U.S. Games Systems, Inc., but the illustrations are technically public domain, so you can use them for different projects and products. Because I wanted to feature the cards in my book but I only had access to a Hungarian language version of the deck (and so my scans would have shown Hungarian text), I purchased a set of high quality scans of the original Rider-Waite Tarot from ElementalEmpress on Etsy. I first used these in my project proposal and later in the manuscript.
In some of my posts, you might have noticed a Tower mandala watermark. I commissioned the design from Mixtichin - check out their Square Space or their Ko-fi if you want cool mandala designs! (The holofoil effect was my doing.)
I ultimately decided to self-publish by signing up to Kindle Direct Publishing, and there I downloaded Kindle Create in order to prepare my manuscript for publishing. This was the point where I realized that my original manuscript created in CSP might not survive a reformatting and the non-functional Table of Contents would be irritating, so I fired up Microsoft Word and recreated the entire manuscript from scratch. Thankfully I figured out how to do upside down text in it, which is how the ebook retains the original ergodic layout. I had to convert it to PDF using the built-in conversion function because Kindle Create is very fickle and will not sometimes recognize completely legitimate DOCX files, but that turned out to be for the best because I had an image heavy layout and could thus use the Print Replica option. Kindle Create is kind of vital for KDP projects because it will take care of things like borders, trim, bleed, etc. and when I got the hang of it, submitting the paperback and hardcover became much easier.
Last but not least, I used this website to convert PNG to PDF because KDP asked for the cover to be submitted as a PDF, but whenever I tried to open the PNG and use the convert to PDF option in the menu, it came out the wrong size. Once I converted it using the above linked site, however, the size was perfect and I could proceed with publication!
This is all I could think of for this post - see you next time!
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It's now been a few days since SB Ruin released, and I've calmed down some and actually started noticing things and using my head.
So, here's an update.
(spoilers ahead)
Cassie throughout the game acts as a foil to Gregory from the base game, which makes her character really fascinating. By a foil, I mean she really loves these animatronics (except for Monty and the Music Men Army). She tries her best to fix and help the animatronics she's attached to, like Sun/Moon/Eclipse, Chica, and Roxanne. This is in direct opposition to Gregory destroying them. And the foil really shows during the elevator ending.
Speaking of the elevator ending, I'm unsure if that was directly Gregory's doing or someone acting as Gregory. The vocal clipping and editing that is demonstrated in the game shows that it's entirely possible that someone acted as Gregory once again and cut the elevator lines. But we didn't hear Gregory call to Cassie through the walkie-talkie after the credits though, we heard Roxanne.
In the game files, the 'monster in the basement' is apparently called the Grimic (supposedly a mash of Gregory-Mimic, just like how Vanny is a mash of Vanessa and Bunny.) And now that I know the actual purpose of the Mimic, its addition makes sense to the story. But the thing that I'm worried about is that Fazbear Entertainment is trying to get to it. Fazbear Entertainment created the AR system for navigating the ruined Pizza Plex, Helpi, and these Faz-Wrench systems. The AR system is specially designed to find these security nodes that are keeping the Mimic locked up from being found.
These systems were quite possibly made by Vanessa, Gregory, Freddy (??), and I think Malhare was involved as well, kind of to enforce security (unless Malhare is Vanessa's own design and Glitchtrap was eradicated at the Princess Quest ending of Security Breach. But this 'extra security protocol' can set up its own connection ports??). Whatever the Mimic's potential/power level/design/purpose is, Gregory and Vanessa do not want to let it out. At any cost.
And there could be the possibility of a hivemind (although I'm not sure since it was information that I skimmed through) and I don't know if that means multiple Mimics or that the Mimic can take control of other android technology. (If anyone has that information, I would love to have it!)
Then comes the question of who would want to have the Mimic? Fazbear Entertainment corporate executives most likely, but that thing has been down there for ages. Who knows that it's down there?
(headcanon tangent time)
My favorite headcanon is that it's Henry because if he was in the deepest part of the basement, he could've easily escaped through the tunnels and blocked off the hole to prevent anyone else from leaving. Going up the elevator, waiting for the fire to calm down to collect the machinery he specifically made sure Michael didn't destroy during testing, despite knowing that the fire would happen, to give to the people making the VR game.
Including the bits of machinery in Scraptrap that would lead to the creation of Glitchtrap.
I like to think of him as a bit of greedy business man. And it would make the FNAF story really interesting (for me at least) if Henry is kind of the ultimate bad guy of the whole story, not because he's bad but I love morally gray characters and I think they have really good uses for telling complex stories.
There could be multiple different answers that belong to separate people, and that's respectable! But this answer is my personal favorite.
(end of headcanon tangent time)
I did enjoy Ruin though, especially for the sake of now the characters are a lot more plot relevant to the story, and the more sci-fi FNAF gets, the more I wonder about the potential for perhaps a time travel based game, I think that would be kind of cool because I really enjoy those AUs. Not to mention a backstory is the thing I really want from this franchise.
If now with the power of AR technology, a person can walk through objects and teleport, the next step is obviously time travel (I'm half joking, but seriously, you can walk through objects in this game and teleport, that's a little nuts if I think about it).
#fnaf#fnaf headcanons#sb ruin spoilers#sb ruin#fnaf sb#fnaf cassie#tangents#this was a little all over the place wow#henry emily#i still think malhare is cool#help wanted 2#the autism is obvious isn't it?#give me my time travel fnaf game please#give me context as well#sorry if this was long
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The Magnus Protocol ep 1-4 thoughts
So many spoilers for TMA and TMAGP under the cut lmfao god it's good to be back on my bullshit
FIRST SHIFT- First file? case? whatever, that's deffo this universe's anglerfish. The speaker says that something took Jacob into the shadows, and the returned Jacob's comment on being "some of him" mirrors what Sarah Baldwin said to Jon in TMA ep 96: "Some of her. Skin, a few memories. Not on the inside." Fun callback to the first episode of TMA.
Second file elicits a reaction from Sam because of the mention of the Magnus Institute, so the horrible thing he's seen that was mentioned in the TMAGP interview-with-Lena trailer is likely linked to it. Also, the Magnus Institute burning down… I really hope that means this universe has a Gertrude, and she's still around. I'd also like to point out the mention of strange symbols found in the Institute. I'll talk more about this soon. Also: what or who killed redcanary? There's a part of me that wonders if there's an Archivist wandering in the tunnels beneath the institute similar to the one under Alexandria in TMA ep 53 (rc mentions spelunking specifically, not just urban exploration, which is why I think he went into the tunnels for sure.)
Other notes: Teddy quit. You can quit here. That's good to know. Less comforting is that the recording of Sam and Alice in the bar sounds like it came through one of their phones- muffled and not in the office where the computer microphones can get at them.
Also: Gwen Bouchard is interesting. I want to know why she's too stubborn to look for work elsewhere, as clearly she isn't wanting for money. She could have some affinity for government secrets due to some connection with the Eye, but even in TMA's universe Elias was just an upperclass meatsuit for Jonah Magnus. I'll be curious to see what unfolds.
MAKING ADJUSTMENTS- I have a hunch that Ink5oul is going to pop up again. It seems like a rich vein to plumb given how the tattoo they(she?) gave their victim and what unfolded seemed tailored to her. Plus, they were the instigator of the horror without being its focus, and they've got a big cool tattoo that will make them easy to recognize. More importantly, the victim apparently found Ink5oul when looking up symbols for a commission involving alchemy. I think alchemical symbols (or other weird occult symbolism) might crop up as a recurring motif in TMAGP, as they mentioned symbols in the Institute as well (placed there by the inhabitants or whoever started the fire?)
Other notes: Alice has a brother named Luke who is part of a moderately successful band but doesn't play an instrument. I'll circle back to that.
PUTTING DOWN ROOTS- Nice gristly little (probably) Corruption linked story. Outside of the case, I like that Alice's devil-may-care attitude makes it hit harder when she tells Sam she's being serious about something. It's also kind of interesting to see that Sam gets along much better with Gwen than Alice does. I wonder if that comes from a dislike of confrontation. I'm also curious to see where this mention of redundancies goes-- it's a contrast to TMA, in which getting let go was not something they had to worry about.
TAKING NOTES- The story about the murder violin is quite clearly Slaughter, and yet the fact that it thirsts for his physical suffering as well gives a tint of Desolation over the thing, despite the lack of firey motifs. Maybe we'll get more of the gray areas between powers in TMAGP.
Something I really want to speculate about though is whether someone's little brother in a band might get hold of the evil violin sometime. That would be sick.
More in line with the story: Merchant immediately reminds me of both Breekon and Hope and Mikaele Salesa. We will see if he and/or his oddly shaped sack come back into things. I wonder if the sack is an artifact itself, as he sounded a little surprised by the appearance of the violin in its depths.
Other notes: Interesting that the computer system (I forget how they said Freddy was 1337ed out) is dropping info for both Alice and Gwen here. I could have sworn Alice just exploited a loophole or something to find out about Sam's snooping-- except that's the exact opposite of what she's been telling him to do. And Gwen seemed like she was just doing her job when the video or audio file dropped into her workstation.
Anyways. Excited to hear the next ep tomorrow.
#tmagp spoilers#the magnus protocol spoilers#tma spoilers#if you haven't listened to that yet idk why you're reading this lmao#but fair enough you listen to all of the things in the order you like friend#don't let anyone tell you how to enjoy your media
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Head canons/theories/things I noticed in reference to the new fnaf dlc
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All the models are different. Like big different. Roxy's whole face was remodeled (it honestly looks better in dlc), I don't pay attention to monty but there's gotta be some differences there, same with chica, all Freddy models I could find online don't have prototype on the foot like dlc Freddy, etc.
Freddy reminds me of nightmare fredbear with the stomach teeth thing going on
There's no arcade or atrium and we do not see much of the lobby, this is probably due to file size or something
It looked like the blob showed in on that one staircase with the big hole in the wall, though I am unable to confirm
THE DAYCARE ANIMATRONIC.
Has the same inner set of teeth as the mimic.
They have an inner set of teeth! That arent supposed to be seen on them when they're not messed up, which could either be some weird in universe design choice, or part of a past design they didn't wanna take out. Either way it's weird.
Their left eye looks bloodshot and human almost, it looks awesome and there's probably some explanation for it like the led in the eye being messed up with the rest of that side of the face
Their pants have wire in them, meaning the pants are solid, probably so children don't get hurt by the endoskeleton
The wrench socket in the back of their head is dlc only, the sun model (aka both models, moon is just repainted sun) do not have this at all, though there is space for it
Their torso also has wire like the pants do, though its hard to see
Their hands don't have any outer shell on them, or ALL of the paint has chipped away which I don't believe
All animatronic ai is weird, reminds me of before release builds where the ai doesn't update as fast as the player moves, except it's less obvious in the dlc and could be written off as a purposeful thing
The dlc kind of follows the same path as security breach. Enter, start going places, get sidetracked, go to daycare, deal with animatronics one at a time, one technically doesn't die, multiple endings where u have to do certain things to unlock them
The comic pages are interesting, they show pages from different endings which is odd and doesn't make sense in universe unless Gregory drew them and has crazy creativity.
BONNIE IS BLUE OH MY GOD HE'S BLUE
Bonnie is also gay, like why would supossedly nonsentient animatronics have permission to keep very queercoded posters from their bestie.
I'm loving it though
The minigames in the dlc were in the code of security breach unfinished, they probably recycled them since there was no reasonable place them in a main game update
I believe there was an extremely unfinished bowling game, I don't think it was in the dlc which is tragic
The weird glitch in the vanni mask is likely glitchtrap remnants, if it's confirmed I love the (re)design.
The camera system wasn't very useful with distracting animatronics, using it could be easily avoided in most areas (still a very cool mechanic though)
And that is all, I don't think many people will read this far, if at all, but it's nice just to get this all out of my head
#original post#fnaf ruin spoilers#fnaf ruin eclipse#ruin fnaf#fnaf ruin dlc#fnaf ruin#fnaf security breach dlc#fnaf security breach ruin#fnaf sb ruin#security breach ruin#ruin dlc#ruin spoilers#long post
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I thought EA would have addressed this by now so I didn’t mean to keep anyone hanging for 2 days but I’ve come to a decision about early access.
As I’ve always kept in line with EA TOU - I will continue to do so, I will be removing early access from patreon and replacing it with other ways to thank you for pledging.
All of my CC and smaller mods will be free from day 1 (which I did most of the time before anyway)
For my much larger mods I will be taking a leaf out of SimRealists book and I will be holding beta testing on Discord with a version of the mod that is not finished enough for public release, then I will fix all reported bugs and upload the finished and final version for free either to my website which is currently being built or patreon if the file is too large (e.g. RM).
Some of my mods are massive and need extensive testing (don’t even get me started on SURVIVE!... I have no idea how long that will take to test omg).
I think this is in-line with the TOU? Anything on discord is in an unfinished state and will not be the final version of the mod. If it isn’t then I will make sure to change it! :)
I still really hope that EA makes a post legally defining this as the post is so vague and we’ve been getting mixed responses from the live chat (they can’t speak for anything on the legal side of EA anyway).
New Rewards
- I am currently looking into patron's physical reward system, e.g. stickers and stuff and seeing if that would financially viable for me.
- I’ve also added small mod requests
- Tutorial requests to one of my tiers (these are on tier 3 purely just because I wouldn’t be able to keep up with requests if I added it to the others)
Become a Modder series
I am also currently making a ‘Become a Modder’ series on Youtube to help people learn how to create mods for TS4!
If this interests you, I would really appreciate it if you subscribed to the channel!
I am also going to be making written tutorials too, if you prefer those!
New site
I’m currently building a new site on squarespace, where I’m going to be hosting most of CC and mods with their how-to guides and installation instructions all in one easy to find place! (I had such a bad experience with the old site that I thought it wasn’t worth it lol, but squarespace is going pretty good so far!)
Hopefully I can enable adsense on that down the line to at least cover the cost of the site’s monthly hosting fee.
I hope you feel these new rewards are worthwhile for your pledge!
I know many of you pledged to me just purely out of your own generosity and some of you have sent me the loveliest messages. I just want to thank you for that. Like, so much.
I hope that no one feels like it was ever my intention to take advantage of the community or that I only made mods for money - that was never ever my intention.
I made (the shittiest lol) cc for TS3 long before I ever got into modding, purely because I loved it and thought it was so fucking cool to be able to do that.
If anything I posted or if me waiting to see what the legal terms were surrounding this were left a bad taste in your mouth, I apologize.
To be told you may no longer have an income when you can’t work is terrifying and I hope people can relate to that.
All I could see was people no longer supporting me because I couldn’t offer early access but I’ve received so many beautiful messages and comments telling me otherwise. I hope I have still earnt your pledges and continue to do so.
If you’ve pledged to me in the past, or currently do, or plan to - from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
I will always be transparent about the fact that I am currently able to support myself because of the kind people in this community and I am so grateful for that.
Hopefully I will be able to sort my health issues out soon and get back into the workforce!
Thanks, Seb :)
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I think if there was an Olympics category for the fastest computer unpacking and set-up, I would win. One would think I set up computers all the time with how quick I did it. XD I wanted the patch so bad.
Very cash money of Larian to add forehead kisses and new camp animations. And Astarion's epilogue title 🥺 hits right in the meow meow, I can't wait to get it in my own game.
While it was downloading though, I thought I'd distract myself by sculpting in Blender (wifi is being finicky right now so I figured it'd take quite a while) and only minutes ago did I snap out of it. I don't know what time the download finished but I ended up with this (I'd say) mostly anatomically correct, not-quite-done skull.
I'd already done one before but Blender glitched and sent that file into the ether. This one, I'm pretty sure, looks better than the old one anyway. Would have been cool to compare the two though. Some parts still need a lot of work, like the eye sockets and nasal cavity, but I'll get back to it once I get the new patch out of my system. XD
I had FULL confidence in you, BG. You get the gold 🥇I've just downloaded the patch today, but I didn't get around to playing it. I've had an incredibly stressful week and I spent most of the weekend thus far sleeping or crafting.
(I won't bring the vibe down by going into too much detail, but I was at the parade/rally in Kansas City and was near the mass shooting this Wednesday. Thankfully, neither my mom or I were hurt. It was incredibly chaotic and I'm still...kind of processing what happened. But! I'm here and still trucking along so I'm very grateful for that.)
So yeah I haven't had the pleasure of the new smooches yet, but I think I'll boot it up tomorrow and play a little bit. Larian knows what the people want. I hope they pad Wyll out a little bit more, too. I think he's neat and needs some love and content.
I have always wanted to learn Blender! Do you like it? I have a 3D printer (my crafting project right now is actually a set of mandalorian armor I'm printing myself!) and usually use other people's stl files and such but I'd like to learn how to make my own files, too. I think, as an owner of many skulls, your skull looks great.
I've found when a computer eats the first draft of something, the second one is almost always better. It is nice to compare though. I'd like to get an imitation human skull (cause the ethics of real human skulls...are varied) and place this fancy marble in the eye socket 😅 it glows under a black light and it needs a cool home to rest in.
It was good hearing from you, as always! I hope you settle into your new place and feel nice and comfy ❤️
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TEN toes of pleasure
Gosh, but i let this set way too long. Meant to clean these up over the break, but... well, i just didn't? Honestly, they're a little pain in the butt, but what can you do about it?
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i remember finding this one well more frustrating than it really needed to be, and not really managing to nail the theme that well? Everything just seems so washed out, and the level has a much emptier feel than Joja's usual.
i honestly feel pretty hit-and-missy on Joja as a creator. Like, they put the work in, and when they manage to nail it, the look of their levels is fantastic; but it doesn't seem like they have a great idea of how to set up a proper difficulty curve, their checkpoints are... they could be placed better, and i usually wind up at the end of the level just kind of wanting things done wiv? Like a well presented meal that's really too much to stomach.
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This one's a keeper tho'. i'd always been familiar wiv taxok20 through their music, so it was a bit of a surprise that they did gameplay levels, and did them so well. This level just oooooozes wiv charm and good humour, tons of neat details and characters; and i will never not appreciate when creators try to make their levels bilingual. It's not easy to juggle a second language, and that deserves respect.
i wish i could use Japanese characters when inputting text in LBP3, but it won't register the keyboard even when i have system language set to Japanese, maybe on account of it being a US copy?
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An earlier effort from taxok20, and it definitely shows. It's not a bad level, and i definitely had fun wiv it; but it's a lot clunkier than their later work, and you don't really get the charming vibe we found in Welcome to the Halloween. Still, we all gotta start somewhere.
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i don't know what, if anything, i was expecting wiv this one, but gosh is it nice to look at. There's an oddly LBP2 feel to the whole affair, and i found myself just enjoying it throughout. Would have been a good pick for LittleBite-sizedPlanet, honestly.
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We'll actually be talking about the follow up to this one next week, and the LBsP breakdown for this should be somewhere in here. Search the LBsP tag and that should turn it up? i hope? i know tumblr search is pretty pants.
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A neat idea, and i really like the way the sandworm moves, but boy howdy was it a pain in the butt to actually engage wiv. i understand the need for a larger arena, just to keep track of where the thing is, but it makes things really hard to track, too.
This is another Song 2 level, so i am doing this purely from memory, since i don't feel like digging out the media player to watch the archived file (i realize it's not really digging anything out, it's just that my laptop is VERY slow, and i have zero time this morning. Trying to do too many things at once).
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This one's exactly what it says on the tin. It is unfinished. It has skellingtons. It is a level. Mineplanet is a fantastic kid, and i've known them pretty much forever now. Since they were an actual kid (well, teen, but that's pretty kid from this perspective), and i just hope to hell that life smiles on them. i mean, i hope that for most everyone, but this is a more personal hope, you know?
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The set pieces in this one are so well done! Even if it's a bit limited, i still had a heckin' good time going through it. CB's great in just about everything i've seen them do, but it's nice that they're trying styles outside their previous usual wheelhouse. Nicer still that they're succeeding at them.
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This one's a bit more hit-and-missy. Some of the dioramas do look really cool, but then you've got a few in there that just feel like filler added because trickyomicky had to have one for each biome. Still, i appreciate the ambition, and the difficulty of nailing down that many different ideas well. i'll be interested in seeing if this one gets filled out to cover the full series as promised.
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i'll be honest, all i remember of this one was that it looked nice, and i didn't very much enjoy playing it.
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i'm hecking sorry it took so long to get these up; and i know we've still got 351~365 to go, and it's gonna take a bit of time. So damn much to do, and no time to do it in, that's for sure. Take care, y'all! i love ya lots, but i gotta run!
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meandering thoughts (reflective style)
with my life seeming to settle a little bit (knock on wood) my brain returns to its favorite dilemma: relationships! how confusing they are for me! how i get crushes all the time on everyone and am too scared of alienating people important to me to do anything about them! operation "just be cool and hot and hope people are attracted to you" does not seem to be working, despite the fact i am both cooler and hotter than ever. i have always given off an unconscious air of "don't interact with me" that I think makes this difficult for people. (probably because I largely don't want most people to interact with me, and because I'm autistic and can't figure out social cues, and because even casual touch with people outside of a very small bubble activates like seventeen goblins in my brain!)
i talked to my therapist about these feelings last week and we're probably going to focus on them moving forward. this was really the year where i realized that the depths of the damage done to me growing up were much deeper than I thought. it's difficult to acknowledge that! it's hard to really look in the eye how much work I still have to do even now.
I've been reading about relationship anarchy and finding it appealing. the trouble of course comes in the practice. my therapist, who's trans and poly and is someone I trust to have good takes on these things, said something like ... "you can just ask the people you want to be closer to if they're interested in exploring a possible deeper intimacy." im both fascinated and terrified by this. sure i can just ask. what if i get told no? ive been told no so many times. it does a number on your self confidence! what if it makes this person who is important to me uncomfortable? what if it pushes them away from me? it's happened before! i can't risk losing what I have!
i suspect the fact my support network is almost entirely friends makes this much more frightening; without the kind of anchor relationship most people i know have in the form of immediate family, expressing interest in changing the relationships i do have kind of feels like fucking around in my operating system's files without a backup. it's sort of funny to be okay with the mortifying ordeal of being known, but being too afraid to even get to it.
relationship anarchy says, do away with preconceived notions of what a relationship "should" look like. kick out the fences and define new borders. fuck your friends and live domestically with your platonic life partner, if you want. this fascinates me. it's something I've been writing into many of my characters' relationships for some time now, without having a name for it. do i want a traditional partner? part of me thinks I do, but maybe that's just a lifetime of social conditioning. what would be the most fulfilling for me? i don't know. it seems like something you can probably only figure out with experience, and right now that's my problem.
i was raised by people who wanted me to "court" instead of date. (My therapist made a terrible face and said oh I hate that for you when I told him this.) i was raised by people who definitely would have tried to get me to read "i kissed dating goodbye" if i had done anything other than have a crush on a gay boy all through high school. I still talk to that guy all the time, crush free even, and he's in a great relationship with another man now. their relationship is strictly romantic; the partner fulfills his sexual needs with other people. i thought that was so cool when I first heard about it. I think it was the first time someone I knew personally demonstrated a functioning, nontraditional relationship. Others have followed. I'm so happy for them! I watch, fascinated, from behind the iron wall I've built for myself while "Hello My Old Heart" plays in the background.
it's Christmas as I write this, and I've got no plans. a few people have checked in on me, because I'm always alone at this time of year. (honestly, the checking in kind of makes it worse. "hey I'm celebrating with my loved ones and I know you aren't, how are you?") that's another complicated topic, but it's been a little easier this year. it's probably to do with both time and the fact that my adhd is being managed for the first time ever; it's common to have increased emotional regularity when that happens. I'm lonely, but I'm used to it, and things will go back to normal soon. It would be nice to have someone to spend it with. i don't know if it's in the cards for me. maybe next year.
I worry sometimes that I sabotage myself. Oh, I'm into this person, but they're in a relationship, or they're straight, or they're ace, or they live far away, or I work with them (as if any of those things are a hard limiter in all cases). I can find any excuse not to express my interest in someone. It's something I'm working with my therapist on.
As morose as this post is, I'm okay. today I'll mess around with my server project and go feed my friend's pets while he's away. I'll spend a lot of time thinking about this and distill my feelings down into something I can overlay onto a character; i see myself most clearly when I do it through a mask. I've got things to cook and a fridge to clean and an indoor bike to ride. There are people who care about me and it's important I try to remember that.
uh, happy holidays! i promise i am okay enough. please don't make me think about it any deeper than that. I really truly hope you have a good one.
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