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daakjenaar · 9 months

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Sci-fi writers not being racist and unimaginative challenge (IMPOSSIBLE)

I had a dream that I tried to write this recently and accidentally replaced it with footage of me playing Deep Rock Galactic when I tried to post it, so I’ll try my best to not do that.

I know saying that a lot of fantasy and science fiction worldbuilding is barebones and bland is a pretty tepid take. In many fictional settings, the idea of nationality, ideology, and race are conflated. One and the same, effectively. Mass Effect has the Turian Hierarchy and the Salarian Union, galaxy-spanning governments made up of almost singularly the species turians and salarians respectively, who all believe in roughly the same things, have the same broad personality, and have seemingly been stagnant for thousands of years. Deviation from the turian mentality is treated as a unique trait worthy of ascending a random NPC to a supporting character. To all other races, the idea that humans can believe in different ideologies is fascinating. I think it’s an uncontroversial take to say that this is pretty bland writing, and at least a bit racist. Outside of the special and unique (and overwhelmingly European) humans, all other cultures are monolithic and simplified.

I should stop myself here because I genuinely have at least half a dozen essays’ worth of Mass Effect topics I would want to go on a rant about. I should move on.

Orson Scott Card’s writing beyond the original Ender’s Game is also emblematic of this approach. In his sci-fi universe, all of the countless worlds that have been colonized are entirely monocultural. Specifically, they are takes on cultures from the point of view of a 30-something center-right mormon in America in the 1980’s. Highlights include a world colonized by the Japanese which bears the name Divine Wind, which translates to ‘Kamikaze’, which might be in slightly poor taste. There is also a world with a predominately Chinese population that is notable for a) being largely covered in rice fields, and b) not knowing what neurodivergency is. It gives overwhelming ‘I read a Wikipedia article and skimmed a really racist history book and am now an expert on all other cultures” vibes. He also wrote Xenocide and Children of the Mind, so maybe we should stop taking him seriously.

So often, worldbuilding in fiction refuses to reckon with the idea that the nations they depict can be anything beyond overwhelmingly monocultural stereotypes of real-world people. After all, it’s much simpler if all of the aliens are just caricatures of other people that really exist, right? No work needed. Oh no, what's this picture of a T'au doing here?

This took me a while to write because I’ve got a lot of takes on the topic of writing and worldbuilding, and it was hard to figure out what to include and what to save for a more focused post later. On that topic, I do have another one planned focusing on my personal, insignificant takes on the ingredients to make a coherent backdrop for a story, and some hot takes and blanket statements to make about worldbuilding as a whole. It’ll hopefully be something more positive and constructive than this.

EDIT MADE MINUTES AFTER I POSTED THIS: I forgot to include the funniest example of all time, the world of Warhammer Fantasy. There are some incredible examples of this kind of worldbuilding. Kislev, the Lizardmen, Cathay, Nippon, Araby, the Tomb Kings, Bretonnia, all comically transparent carbon copies of the most obvious, stereotypical parts of real-world cultures that managed to become a relatively successful media franchise that helped to launch Games Workshop into the company it is now.

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indietourney · 1 year

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It’s time to reveal the 13th realm (Bracket 13)… Heart of the Cards!

A curious realm where spontaneity has been morally accepted as a thrill of life. Weapons shaping from thin air, structures falling from the sky, basic tools glowing with unimaginable combinations… and it all seems to stem from mystical arts the denizens have been practicing for eternity. Embed such arts into any accepted form of card, and you can turn any table in your favor with a simple grip of two fingers. In order to win the Indie Artifact and its wondrous effects, they will have to play it big and risk losing everything.

One Step From Eden

100% Orange Juice!

Dicey Dungeons

Rounds

Oh, and as a bonus… I revealed “The Gun Show” bracket/realm during the precursor, albeit indirectly and without much indicator. Let’s give them the highlight they deserve! (Bracket 16)

Among the highest complaints of this realm’s neighbors are the sounds of faraway explosions triggering individual reactions akin to shell shock. However, when your prime directive is always set to shoot and ask questions later, how could you resist? Just look at all these weapons! Those are the words the citizens of “The Gun Show” live by. They even host monthly events within their many mini-colosseums in hopes of getting others to follow their ballistic example. (the colosseums suffer severe repercussions every, single, time.) With the Indie Artifact summoning a beam of light upon its arrival, one can only wonder… how does it shoot?

Deep Rock Galactic

ShellShock Live

Risk of Rain 2

Nuclear Throne

Stay tuned for the next reveal! (Did I mention every unrevealed realm has elected to uncover their bracket titles? How exciting!)

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maestriovermind · 8 months

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Video Games I Enjoy Playing / Have Enjoyed Playing, in no particular order:

This post ended up being a lot longer than I thought it was going to be initially. Games towards the top are in more recent memory while most games descending towards the bottom I haven't played in a bit, but with many exceptions that I don't care to point out.

People keep asking me what games I like, so I decided to make a relatively cohesive list of everything I have played at one point and also developed positive memories with it, be they from gameplay or the people I got to talk to while playing.

I have highlighted games that I would consider my "Favorites" in orange, because orange is one of my favorite colors. Anything colored in orange I have *really* fond memories of, as opposed to the ones that I have positive associations with but may have some issues with the game in some way, whether it's not having played it very much at all, or not finding it as fun as those in orange, or some other reason.

Slormancer, DotA 2, League of Legends, Ruined King: A League of Legends Story, Baldur's Gate III, Dead by Daylight, Team Fortress 2, Warframe, Risk of Rain (the original), Risk of Rain 2, Terraria, Tmodloader, DOS II, Slay the Spire, XCOM 2, XCOM: Enemy Unknown, Gunfire Reborn, Stellaris, Darkest Dungeon, Darkest Dungeon II, Borderlands 2, Borderlands 3, Tiny Tina's Wonderlands, Skul: The Hero Slayer, Hades, Monster Train, Nosgoth (RIP), Evolve Stage II (RIP?), Gigantic (RIP), Hollow Knight, Across the Obelisk, Dishonored, Dishonored II, 7 Days to Die, Dead Cells, Robocraft (RIP), Elden Ring, Rogue Legacy 2, Block N Load(RIP), Batman Arkham Series (especially City), MGS:Snake Eater, MGS:Sons of Liberty, MGS:Ground Zeroes, MGS:The Phantom Pain, Peglin, Undertale, Styx: Master of Shadows, Styx: Shards of Darkness, Battleborn(RIP), Payday 2, Saints Row IV, Roboquest, Satisfactory, Deep Rock Galactic, Crab Champions, The Outer Worlds, Fallout: New Vegas, Tyranny, SNKRX, Tribes: Ascend(RIP), Armello, Toribash, Valheim, Vampire Survivors, Griftlands, SF:6, Deathloop, Apex: Legends, Titanfall 2, Dark Souls: Remastered, Dark Souls III, Bloodborne, RE:5, Tabletop Sim, Raft, Pathfinder: WotR, Slime Rancher, Slime Rancher 2, Barony, Fistful of Frags, Dino D-Day(RIP), Brotato, Besiege, Don't Starve Together, Bastion, Transistor, Just Cause 2, Just Cause 3, Stardew Valley, Absolver(RIP), Grounded, Trine 2, Mark of the Ninja, Gotham City Impostors(RIP), GG:Strive, Prey, Doom (2016), Doom Eternal, Ravenswatch, Wolfenstein: The New Order, FTL, Backpack Hero, SFV, Slasher's Keep, CONVERGENCE, Potionomics, Rounds, Ember Knights, Blacklight: Retribution(RIP), Remnant II, GMod, Shadows Over Loathing, Friends vs Friends, Boneraiser Minions, Rivals of Aether, Aragami, Kingdom, Lunacid, Screencheat, Wildermyth, Ace Attorney Series, PvZ, PvZ:GW, PvZ:GW2, Vermintide II, Double Action: Boogaloo, Curse of the Dead Gods, SCP: Secret Laboratory, L4D2, Scribblenauts Series, Skullgirls, Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs, Noita, Inkbound, Dungreed, Celeste, Chivalry, Spellbreak(RIP), West of Dead, Blazblue Entropy Effect, Spelunky, Spelunky 2, Void Bastards, DB FighterZ, Depth, Tower of Guns, Disco Elysium, YOMI Hustle, Magicka 2, Super MNC(RIP), Helltaker, Inscryption, Lumencraft, Broforce

#thoughts on the brain #hopy moly

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ozthemechromancer0-2 · 20 days

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Last week played some Deep Rock Galactic with guests. Today, the stream highlights are out! https://youtu.be/8fa0J7xDxCE

#envtuber #vtuberen #deep rock galactic

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yr1fmp · 4 months

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Initial Investigation

A bunch of ideas to start off with - from communism to insects.

A few ideas from this that I found interesting:

Corruption - broad but to me it stands out as "physical evil" as in evil you'd be able to see clearly with your eyes - always an easy way of making more powerful enemies in a game - Corruption: Its Meaning, Type, and Real-World Example (investopedia.com) "Corruption is dishonest behavior by those in positions of power. Those who abuse their power may be individuals or they may belong to organizations, such as businesses or governments."

Chance and probability - games that have a lot of chance are always going to be different every time you play them - like roguelikes - What is the difference between probability and chance "Chance, for example, is an everyday term that is often used to describe the prospect of teams winning in competitions, or of the possibility of rain. Probability, on the other hand, is a more specific mathematical measure of the likelihood of an event and is measured in percentages."

Bugs and insects - would make a game very interesting if bugs were heavily involved - even simply making them the enemies would be good - What’s the difference between a bug and an insect? | Highlights Kids "A true bug is a type of insect that has a mouth shaped like a straw. Most true bugs, such as spittlebugs and aphids, use this tough mouthpart to pierce plants and drink their sap or other juices. Some true bugs, such as water striders and some shield bugs, use their piercing mouthparts to eat a variety of insects, spiders, and other small animals. So all true bugs are insects, but not all insects are true bugs—just as all ants are insects, but not all insects are ants."

Fake - it'd make a good quirk if there were fake things or illusions in the game - these would slow the player down as they'd have to think much harder before they do things

Life and death - the idea of having two phases to things, where death is one of the phases sounds like a good idea, and would be fun to code too

Corruption can be seen in games like: Terraria, The Legend Of Zelda, and Horizon Zero Dawn:

They mostly use corruption with enemies, to make more powerful versions of the usual enemies, that maybe behave differently to normal as well.

Chance is in so many roguelike games, it's usually what makes them different to all the other types of games, as every run will definitely be completely different. Examples are games such as: Enter The Gungeon, The Binding Of Isaac, and Risk Of Rain:

These all use chance to make a unique experience for the player, every time

A good game that uses bugs a lot is called Deep Rock Galactic:

This game uses alien bugs as the main enemy of the game, and with random swarms, so many different types of bugs, and all the biomes where different ones spawn, it makes a very fun game

There weren't many games that fake things a lot, however there are a lot that use illusions, my favorite being superliminal, which I very much recommend watching the video on because an image won't do the game justice:

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An absolutely mind bending game that is all about illusions.

#Youtube

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silentwisher-feed · 5 months

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Spicy Cactus - Deep Rock Galactic with @nymphs1.3

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randomiproj · 9 months

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5 games that use randomisation

Pokémon:

Pokémon uses randomisation to differ the stats of each Pokémon and which ones spawn in the grass. The spawns are done in a way where the Pokémon have 'spawn locations' in the newer games however, in the older games the spawns were very different.

In the ds games each patch of grass has a list of possible Pokémon to spawn including the chance of encountering each species.

each route would include the same system but different Pokémon and different encounter rates throughout the game.

Overwatch:

Overwatch has a couple uses of randomisation but I'm going to focus on the old lootbox system. Many games have in game cosmetics unlockable by pure chance when opening a lootbox.

Not only is the rarity of each item randomised but so is the actual content. You can get skins, victory poses, credits, icons, voice lines, emotes, highlight intros, and sprays. The lootboxes were removed when the game received a sequel.

Da'Car:

Da'Car is a game on itch.io that was created by me and a friend during the new Anglia games jam. The game has a couple aspects of randomisation which are vfx and npcs.

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All of the voicelines and sfx were put into their respected arrays and played randomnly when the action was performed. For example when your character was reloading it would randomnly draw one of the voicelines and play it. This would be the same for all of the other voicelines that were triggered by the zombies getting too close to the car and before the zombies spawn.

Deep Rock Galactic:

Deep rock galactic is a co op dwarf mining game that consists of many game modes where you have to mine or extract alien materials and bring them home where management sells them. The caves your drill pod enters is never the same, it is procedurally generated with spider like creatures trying to kill you.

The randomisation of the caves mean they are never the same giving the player a unique experience each time. There's a mineral called nitra which you can use to call in resupplies and some caves have less than the others making certain missions more difficult to complete. The Aphids that try and kill you have a chance of starting a swarm where a large amount of them spawn in distracting you from completing your tasks.

Terraria:

Terraria is a 2d sandbox game with a focus of exploration. Each world you create has a seed which is a unique number each time unless you customise it meaning every terraria world is different. The many caves beneath the surface will have different loot set in the chests with a low chance of acquiring boss items.

Every seed has one of each biome, but its location and size is always random including the content within the area. No matter what seed hell will be at the very bottom of the map but the layout will also be randomised.

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deep-rock-galactic-aimbottr · 2 years

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add ANTI-CHEAT pls :: Deep Rock Galactic General Discussion

💾 ►►► DOWNLOAD FILE 🔥🔥🔥 Take a standard, high-grade submachine gun, bolt a semi-sentient AI Core to the side of it, and rig it up with several sophisticated tracking packages. Arm that resulting abomination with prototype rounds that interface directly with the onboard systems, and you have the aptly named LOK-1 Smart Rifle - a glorious bit of kit any Engineer worth their salt would be happy carrying. It is a heavily augmented submachine gun with multiple electronic attachments and wiring surrounding the weapon. In the front, a small mechanical "eye" rests on top of the barrel with a foregrip attached below. A hinged metal arm supports a loaded magazine that contains a munitions window and a pull tab. The Smart Rifle is one of the few weapons that has an alternative firing mode, although it is a lot more unique. Tapping the fire button will cause a single shot to be fired normally. Holding down the fire button however, will cause a targeting interface to appear and begin placing incremental indicators onto enemies within range, along with visible tracers that lead from the gun barrel to the enemy. Upon releasing the fire button, the weapon fires at all enemies that were locked on with the amount of bullets corresponding with the number displayed on each indicator. When a locked on enemy is killed, any excess locks will not cause additional bullets to be fired. When using this alternative firing mode, bullets follow the path of the tracer which means that firing at weakpoints will require you to position the tracer appropriately. This also means that anything blocking the tracer will be impacted instead, which can include terrain, teammates, or other enemies. There are five tiers of modifications and each tier has two to three upgrades. Only one modification can be equipped per tier. More Damage against Armor when all Locks are engaged. The LOK-1 will sequentially target all enemies in its scanning range, prioritizing enemies closest to the center of the 'crosshair', and will not target passive or friendly creatures. Note however that the LOK-1 will only ever use the number of bullets needed to actually kill an enemy, essentially meaning that no ammo is wasted on "overkilling". Lock-on shots may not reach their target if something else blocks their path such as other enemies, players, or terrain without the Seeker Rounds overclock. Holding the trigger will initiate 'scanning' mode to target enemies and acquire locks, this is visually represented on screen by a loading bar with the text "SCANNING". While scanning a lock will engage every 0. The LOK-1 will display a trajectory highlighting the bullet pathfinding for each locked enemy. This orange glowing line can be manipulated by continuing to hold down the lock button and changing the player's perspective. This allows targeting specific areas on enemies. The maximum angle the view can be turned before locks disengage is governed by the "Lose Lock Threshold" statistic. After releasing the trigger the weapon begins firing to each locked target. There is a 0. The explosion won't occur if the final shot killed the enemy and the Super Blowthrough Rounds mod is equipped. Seeker Rounds is a Balanced Overclock that causes locked shots to always hit their targets, ignoring armor and terrain. The interval between shots in a burst is multiplied by 1. This effect stacks. Deep Rock Galactic Wiki Explore. Main page Community portal Recent changes Random page Admin noticeboard. Driller Engineer Gunner Scout. Assignments Promotions Deep Dives Overclocks. Gamepedia support Report a bad ad Help Wiki Contact us. Explore Wikis Community Central. Register Don't have an account? LOK-1 Smart Rifle. Edit source History Talk 1. Categories : Equipment Primary Weapons Add category. Cancel Save. Universal Conquest Wiki. Requires Engineer 18 Purchased for: Increased Caliber Rounds. The overall damage of your weapon is increased. Expanded Ammo Bags. Macro Lens. Zoom Lens. Electro-Chemical Rounds. Super Blowthrough Rounds. In other words: Fire straight through an enemy! Shutter Speed Sensor. Electric Generator Mod. Unstable Lock Mechanism. Fear Frequency. Both the strength of the effect and it's range are affected by how many rounds are fired in the burst. Armor Break Module. Explosive Chemical Rounds. Seeker Rounds. However the extra processing load reduces the rate of fire for locked shots and more care must be taken when reloading the advanced rounds. The down side is a slower lock-on rate and the locks can only be maintained for a short time before the system resets. By default, the LOK-1 will put as many locks as possible on targeted enemies, but will only use the necessary amount of bullets needed to kill them. Fear Frequency will only apply the fear effect after the burst has finished firing and the Fear radius is centered on the player. The mod's effectiveness scales from bullets fired and not locks engaged. Effect Radius: 2.

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When I look at yuzuru he strikes me as a really soft cutesy charming etheral individual not really homme fatal kind of guy that's why I think he's pure romantic rather than TR what do u think? ( love you btw)

i’ve been thinking about it as well, but it’s not a crystal clear case. he’s a sportsman, skating morphs the body in the most uncommon ways which makes it harder to narrow down the type.

basics first so we get the foundations right: pinpointing the kibbe category he is + isn’t and why, the subtype after.

1. which one of the big 5?

- safe to say, yes: he’s somewhere in the romantic category. nobody does these outfits quite like yuzu. light fabrics, intricate embellishments, he is famous for all that gorgeous princely tailoring. the sport is all about the sequins, he definitely shines in them. every professional figure skating photographer out there will tell you that he hits different and you can see why.

WOW.

i’ve witnessed people complaining that the glitz and glam no longer suits his age, he gets scorn for not dressing traditionally masculine, but i don’t know how it wouldn’t look appropriate. the only valid criticism is that it’s often a hit or miss, but we’d be damned if this isn’t what an ice prince looks like.

he’s the best in the world and his main goal is to put on a show. rolling up in a polo shirt would contradict the objective, being an allround artist first and only then a jump technician. he’s exactly how you’d expect a yuzuru hanyu to look like. if you appear ‘like yourself’, it’s the right kibbe category.

R clothing typically has a sexy edge as well, you can’t put a kid into that. cut out cleavage, transparent, figure-hugging, no way. if anything, most R styles seemed all over the place when yuzu was younger (this is from 2010). yin is meant to be tailored for adults to begin with, you can’t make it teenage gamine.

eleven years later at 26, yuzuru hanyu in 2021, adult man, wearing the hell out of a skating gala outfit. this would be tacky on someone any younger. R is not just light and sweet but also dignified and mature. long story short. he’s grown into a yin-dominant type. fits to a T, a feast for the eye.

- meanwhile: you can easily exclude dramatic. very thick, stable fabrics with large lines are gigantic on him. D clothing is a yuzu charm killer, figures because it’s the type opposite to romantic (pure yang). it washes out the face and is twice as wide as his frame is, bulks out around the shoulders.

- not a natural type either, it feels a bit too simple, underchallenging. ruffled hair appears dishevelled where it’d be just right on a natural. it doesn’t fully highlight him: natural looks aren’t the most memorable on yuzuru even if they tend to be rather neutral and don’t look too off per se, it has a bit of draping after all.

he looks really good in the below outfit, but his frame doesn’t fill it out. he’s all elegant underneath and radiates ballet while N is a rough, easy-going, and leisurely concept for very bulky frames. the waist gets missing in translation, the mid-section of shirts like these is too wide.

- not a gamine either. he might appear like one and i deliberated back and forth whether he is Pure G or FG, but the material mix, line breaks, and fashion experiments are creating chaos rather than something put-together. it just isn’t as flattering as when he does drapes and florals. the hair being cropped (typical gamine cut) often obfuscates the face. G styles are confusing on yuzu.

his skating is from outer space but this is probably a bit too galactical 😅

- not a classic. something’s not right, suits like these contrast a lot with how round his face is and sit on his body very randomly. missing waist again (yin). the same people who want him to dress more conservatively/masculine have been roasting yuzu for looking like a salary man in that style 🤔 i sense hypocrisy. in any case, classic underwhelms, he’s made to dress up. more points to yin, he he’s too petite to wear C.

now, we got the main category down, time for subtyping. romantic has two options.

2. which romantic?

arguments in favor of Theatrical Romantic:

this type is what he often portrays in the rink (e.g. the phantom of the opera programme) and has become his secret weapon. whether that speaks of his true type is the question. what i mean is, he can pull it off, the seductive homme fatale. compare jimin, people lose their minds over theatrical romantic men. yuzu is in that lane as well.

as in, balance of main yin with a yang undercurrent — the very gentle, princely young man with the soft face who gathers everyone’s hearts, and he is a damn flirt on ice, but who can give a very visceral, dark performance. that shows a tremendous fervor and an edge, with an athletic and taut body.

he does have some yang elements to his physicality. streamlined silhouette, some narrowness, extreme flat muscle, long triangular upper body, some vertical line. also — his color palette (aka skin undertone, cool v warm, hue, chroma, deepness etc) might match TR. on the other hand, it might simply be the black hair giving him the contrast for it.

the reason why we might get the TR impression is that he often wears all black which suggests dramatic, and the athleticism in his profession has trained away the chubbiness he might naturally have. the face as the only part that won’t be somehow affected by his routine is all yin.

arguments in favor of pure Romantic:

... as you pointed out. in private life and backstage, he is quite effortlessly sweet- and small-looking. with the delicacy and doe-eyedness you’d expect from pure romantic, very unlike his performance persona.

if you didn’t know he’s copyrighted BDE on the ice, yuzu seems like he can’t harm a fly, round rosy bean he is. he makes a very innocent and soft 1st impression in candids which no other type except soft gamine does.

facial features, all opposite of yang. not long, not sharp, not planar, not angular, not bony, not narrow. the button nose, full lips, and puffy cheeks is all you see. you’d not think of him as striking (=D, FN).

that’s also why he’s always pitted as nathan chen’s opposite in whatever he does. nate is on the other end of the kibbe spectrum, people probably don’t even realize that their physical lines are contrasting archetypes. it’s subconsciously part of why people can construct such a rivalry.

study nathan’s face and it becomes apparent. very oblong shape, flat-laying flesh and an asymmetric jaw that couldn’t be any more prominent (=yang). the brows and eyes create a powerful horizontal unlike yuzu’s more wide-set puppy eyes. the nose is longer, the ears, too. nathan looks sharp, piercing, and intimidating rather than soft. you see the exact outline of the bone.

with him, you assume the reverse of what people think of yuzu at first glance. if you didn’t know that nathan couldn’t be any nerdier, you’d believe he’s 1000% jock-off-the-charts. how he has a lot of yang contributed to his on-ice image, too. one’s kibbe type can shape life choices since people see you in a certain way simply based on your lines.

how yuzu is such a visual difference to nathan further points to how he’s closer to pure yin: rather than a subtype that picks up elements from dramatic. otherwise, you’d see some of that angularity. but no: roundness over structure, you see the flesh, not frame. you couldn’t call him a jock by all means 😆

you won’t see that chiseled geometry and crazy jawline/browline. as you say he’s more cutesy, and a charmer, the whole fandom will agree. pure romantics have everyone wrapped around their fingers (and their booty lmao!) because you want to pepper them with kisses, yin types all look so non-threatening and beautiful. ethereal is the right word.

and they’re the sexiest ofc, since they’re curvy. R got hips.

sigh... this type is a showstopper. what to do with him. he can beam at ya or he can sway his hips at ya, another unsuspecting hanyu interessee falls for the guy. he does the prince concept and the sexy cutie alike.

he tries to convince us otherwise 😂

sexy aside, he looks great in the respective clothing recs, with waist emphasis and rounded edges. kimonos are often soft dramatic or natural-inspired, but it works out well this way. and again: romantic is not childish/playful clothing of some kind, it can be very official and deliberate.

rather than in edge tailoring which is very loose around his arms and does yuzu no justice. that’s actually the kind of clothing that makes him appear either younger or older depending on if it’s D or C.

TLDR - he might not seem completely yin in his appearance, but that’s because of his excessive sports regimen. since yuzu has been training since he was a kid, we never saw how he’d normally be. he rocks the pure romantic regardless and it’s likely it’s his kibbe type. him wearing R is always a spectacle.

bonus kibbe meme: yuzu, photoshopped to the moon and back, wearing soft dramatic for a toothpaste ad. amazing.

#kibbe #kibbe body types #yuzuru hanyu #kibbe types #figure skating #cub mail 🐆#anon #ask #long post #yuzuru hayu thread

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shouldntcryoverit · 3 years

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the art of discordance

captain rex x jedi!reader

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CHAPTER TEN

Hope you enjoy! Might start this series up again so let me know what you’d like to see and if you’d like to be tagged! 💕

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Jaida’s feet felt weighted as she plodded along the corridor. In fact her entire body did. She needed caf and, among other things, she needed peace and quiet.

But alas, as is the way of war, she’d have to settle with yet another delinquent briefing, which would most likely result in another mission for her to loose herself in. How fun.

Peace wasn’t an option as of right now, but caf certainly was. So as any ordinary Jedi going through dramatic changes to their moral code while fighting a war which had so far gone against everything they had ever been taught by their now dead master; Jaida went and got caf.

Now she stood outside the war room, significantly late, but with a half drunk cup in her hand. On any regular day, she would’ve surely rushed in; profoundly apologising for her misconduct and directing all her attention to any matters presented to make up for her tardiness.

But instead she stood and stared at the uninspiring, off-white and dented plastoid door with almost a scowl. After a second, she took a swig and entered.

“Jaida! I was wondering if you had gotten lost.” Obi-wan smiled warmly. There was a hint of a jeer in his aristocratic tone.

“Oh force I really am late aren’t I?” She tried to laugh, setting down her cup on a surface she’d found (ignoring the future ring it would leave), snapping into a character that would resemble her more awake self.

“What’ve I missed?” Jaida asked as she settled into place beside Anakin and across from Obi-wan.

The holo-projector before her displayed the usual; a barren-ish landscape with red dots across it, symbolising places she’d most likely have to risk her and her men’s lives before moving onto the next tiny red dot.

It felt fallacious to belittle that sacrifice to so little as those red dots, especially when they’d been planted like seeds as if they’re cost was unimportant. To Jaida, red dots had begun to look more like casualty reports and defeated medics; so much more than a speck on a map in a heated war room in the middle of comfortable Coruscant.

But as is the way of war, she thought.

“After the failure to capture Grievous on Salucami, we know his ships will be in this western quadrant.” Obi-wan gestured now to the map of the galaxy, the holo map had apparently changed as Jaida was blinking, and more specifically to a highlighted section of space.

Her red dots would be minuscule by now.

“Our fear is that with Grievous now in need of a place to get fuel and rations, he’ll attempt to take-over ,in effect, the next planet viable. Which in this case” The holomap zoomed into a reddish planet with a dark brown hue surrounding it, “Would be Yeon.”

“Yeon?” Jaida asked. “What’s on Yeon that Grievous could want?”

Obiwan shifted his weight before speaking. Jaida sighed; sometimes she really did regret asking questions so much, especially when the answer require a deep breath.

“Yeon used to be home to a powerful empire, though the dissolution of said empire left the planet vulnerable and corrupt. The wealth still remains, but without proper safeguarding. It isn’t unlikely that Grievous hopes to exploit this, and use their land and people to help secure more galactic wins.” He finished with a flourish. He did always make good speeches, however short or dull.

Jaida shivered. The thought of such peaceful people once again being used as pawns in the seperatist game made her stomach turn. Is this what the galaxy had come to? Perhaps that question could be answered another day.

Anakin, who had up until this point been studying his friends demeanour and desperately trying to figure out the reason for her obvious lack of clarity, spoke next.

“Our mission is to intercept their ‘invasion’ and protect the people of Yeon before Grievous can even reach them.”

“Huh, fun.” She clicked.

A few more details were flattened out, though they mostly fell on deaf ears as Jaida replayed the events of that morning.

“We’ll leave tonight, get a head start.”

Great, she thought.

The corridor felt like it would never end as Jaida carried a backpack towards her destination. It was half full of ration packs and bacta supplies: in short she had no clue what to pack for. The feeling of unpreparedness sat heavy on her chest, even as she commed Anakin to meet her in the hanger.

As she did, Echo opened the door for her, between beckoning to Hardcase that his helmet was where he’d left it. Jaida almost laughed at how mumsy Echo got the few hours before a mission; it almost matched Kix’s mother hen approach.

“Where’re we up to?” Jaida asked, hesitantly setting down the bag beside her feet as she looked over the clones all preparing for a mission.

Echo smiled softly, giving one last side eye to his dazed brothers before giving her his full attention “Almost ready.”

“Thank you.” She could always count on Echo, and a warmth spread over her expression, secure in that fact. “Where’s-“

“Hullo!” The other jedi spoke through a cracker in his mouth. “You good?”

“Where’d you get that cracker?”

Anakin swallowed. Echo had to suppress his laughter at how much they resembled begrudging siblings.

“Help me with those crates and I’ll show you.” He shrugged off, beckoning for Jaida to follow his path.

The good news was the Hardcase had managed to locate his stranded helmet, and Fives only laughed for a few minute at how he almost cried that he’d thought he’d lost it: but the bad news was that Jaida realised that she would eventually have to talk to her captain, who was standing by the edge of the hangar with Kix.

He’d showered, and his pauldron was fixed. He looked so perfectly in control as he watchfully peered over his men. Jaida felt childish almost instantly at the anxiety balled in her stomach at just the thought of having to look at his deep and piercing eyes to talk to him. This was that feeling ‘crushes’ gave you, as Anakin would explain, and Jaida didn’t get ‘crushes’. Not ever, and not now.

She began to help the clones prepare what few weapons they thought they needed. There wasn’t much to sort out and load up, but still among the Torrent company; it was a grand feat.

Jaida was counting reloads and ration packs when she sensed him. Rex, as you could quite obviously expect, was coming closer. She exhaled fiercely out of her nose and picked up the crate she’d been kneeling over. “He’s just being a captain, just be a General.” She repeated to herself like a mantra.

But when she looked up and his gaze was already on her, she froze; childish and with a crush.

“You’re coming too?” Jaida cleared her throat and asked nonchalantly, trying desperately hard to prevent a redness forming on her cheeks.

“Of course.” Rex spoke flatly. His eyebrow twitched slightly as the words left his lips, perhaps testing her meaning.

“But you’re still injured.”

Now he did raise an eyebrow, “I’ll be fine.”

Jaida kissed her teeth, slightly annoyed at her inability to calm herself now.

She nodded as no words formed on her tongue. Nothing to express the ball of emotion in her throat. The Jedi didn’t meet his eyes as she turned away.

Rex caught her arm as she went to bring her crate to the ship, but even as he stopped her pivot she was reluctant to meet his gaze.

“Jaida-” He tried.

“Don’t.” Jaida cut him off, finally glaring at him, then quickly skimming over the room to check if anyone was noticing their ‘conversation’.

“Just promise me.” Vulnerability flashed across her face as the words left her mouth, and even those crystallised amber eyes of his couldn’t make her believe he would.

Rex bit his lip and flicked back over his men across the room, before looking back at Jaida’s ask. He nodded slowly, accepting that he’d want the exact same if it were her. Whatever it was that they shared really wasn’t simple.

“I promise.”

She smiled slightly, before he let her go and she walked off to the ship.

The company left not long after, but not before Anakin and Jaida managed to bicker over who should fly the ship, then if they’d brought the right rations, then whether or not they were ready. At least it was entertaining for the clones to watch their General’s be so relaxed yet so uppity.

But nonetheless, the company all fitted into their respective places and the ship left. Jaida, after bribing Anakin, was flying the ship. She thought that it’d help her concentrate ready for the next mission, although it did also mean that she wouldn’t have to talk to anyone - so, plus.

The journey was rather short, but it certainly wasn’t sweet; for each time Jaida didn’t have to plant coordinates or watch the pressure levels in the engine, her mind slipped to the events of that morning, over and over again like torture. The guilt and worry pressed heavily against her frame; it was fair to say she was absentminded.

But they made it.

“I think we’re here boys.” Skywalker spoke over the channels.

The landing wasn’t rough, but Jaida’s vision through the ship window was too clouded to navigate properly through the thick air. The ship rocked as it hit the ground, and as the men filed our, their pilot was reluctant to follow.

The company gathered outside, Anakin knocked her shoulder; something he always used to do if she was nervous before a practice or exam. It made her finally exhale the breath she’d been holding onto.

It was dark when they made it to the village: a small dwelling lit with vibrant lights around each hut and structure. There was a hum in the air of content, they were peaceful people, and their laughter and chatter floated through the company like a warm drink.

Jaida wanted to welcome it, she really did, but she couldn’t, not when her head was this scrambled. She was still tired, and still torn between wanting to stay true to her morals and protect Rex, as well as desperately wanting to give in to her heart.

Mind over matter, her master would say. Though it seemed futile now.

Jaida followed her men into the village and tried once more to be content with the sweetness of the air. The sun was hanging low in the sky, but it still illuminated the tops of houses and slopes of hills in spite of the darkening hue encroaching. It was peace, the very kind she needed. Yet it would not breach her armoured skin.

The clones had managed to settle in rather quickly, having now taken off a few bits of armour and their helmets. They were standing and laughing with locals dotted about a wide fire pit, an area which Jaida took to be the market place.

After a cheer of babbling and exuberance calling for them, drums began playing in the background as entertainment; and the villagers seemed excited to have new guests for what looked like the first time in a while. They passed out food to the solidiers, colours of orange and green mixing on platters of fruits and perfectly cooked meat. After having a drank a few of their offered drinks, of which their alcohol quantity was unknown, Fives, Jesse and Hardcase danced to the beat as Echo and Kix tried not to laugh.

Jaida watched with an absent grin. She was resting on a crate with a cup of some sweet drink she’d been given by a swirling child, happy to see them so relaxed. Her view shifted from the gaggle of men to her Captain, who was laughing handsomely at his brothers’ feeble attempts. She tried to ignore the pounding in her stomach growing at how his face was illuminated so perfectly by the evening sun, and how it made her tongue swell to see him aswell so at peace. But it was rather difficult to ignore, especially when she couldn’t not-look.

Jaida placed her cup beside her and backed away, leaving the dancing and laughter behind her.

She found herself in the main hall of their largest structure, eyes closed in her own attempt at peace. She could still taste the wafting smell of meats and breads being cooked just a little further away. It smelt like herbs and spices she remembered only faintly from her own travels with her master. Jaida stood, staring at the painting on the closest wall to her when she wasn’t instead focused on her closed eyelids. Her brain was too foggy for anything else.

It was silent. Of course the base of the drums and the echoes of her men and their hosts still made their way in and out of the open windows, but it was silent to her. So silent that when footsteps began behind her she almost jumped.

The presence made it’s way to just a step behind her and paused. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who it belonged to, but still, Jaida cursed her abilities to identify the warmth and security it brought nonetheless.

“You left?“ Rex’s tone was more a question than a statement, and Jaida didn’t open her eyes as he stepped and stood next to her.

“I needed to think without Fives’ dancing distracting me.” She joked in a low tone.

“You call that dancing?”

Jaida chuckled lightly at that, meeting his smiling eyeline.

A moment of warmth spread between the two. It was as if the complications of their feelings melted away for a few seconds, and both simply relished the presence of each other. But it was short lived.

“I cant think either.”

Her eyebrows were knitted in slight pain and sadness, something he recognised within his own head. She couldn’t speak.

“Do you regret it?” Rex broke the silence between them.

“What?”

“The other night.”

Jaida paused loudly, but spoke with force after a second passed. “No. I don’t. ”

Silence again.

“I don’t know what to do to make this… better.” Jaida admitted, the vulnerability in her voice making her cringe.

Jaida sighed and fixed her almost tearful expression back to that familiar neutral coldness. “I don’t even understand it.” She almost whispered.

“Neither do I.” His words were barely there. “I don’t think anyone ever does.”

“Then how do you know it’s real?” Jaida swallowed, blinking down her rising dejection.

Rex paused again, but spoke with purpose. He had been brave before, now was no different.

“Because whenever you enter the room it feels like time stops. I always look for you, like seeing you will change everything. And you know what, it does; everything stops.”

Jaida was shocked to hear the confession, and it made her heart melt when she turned to face him. His face was just as creased as hers; just as pained.

He studied her eyes for a second, almost asking for permission to continue, or even to be dared to do so. But he took in a breath and carried on:

“I knew it when we were stuck in that cave, and you fell asleep against the wall. All I could think of was how perfect you looked. Force, I don’t think you’ve ever left my head since.”

She smiled. A wilful smile that covered all of her stern face. She knew that feeling he described and it made her stomach erupt as he spoke of it.

Her words fell as a whisper once again. “I can’t ask you to risk your entire life on this. But you can’t tell how much I want to.” She spoke louder now.

Rex’s eyes softened.

“We’re at war, Jade. Some things are just worth it.” Rex paused and looked to her. Her eyes held a silent beg. “You’re worth it.” He wanted to say, but didn’t. Perhaps a part of him knew that he didn’t need to.

In the dim light, he could hardly see her face at all, but the peace that had spread across it was blindingly clear. Jaida blinked.

And Rex closed the small gap between their faces and pressed his lips against hers; tender and gentle yet proud, as if it was their first. He lifted his hand to cup her face and she melted into his touch, allowing the warmth of his mouth to thaw the cold of her heart. The kiss was acceptance, it was emotion and it was thrill.

“I’m in if you’re in.” He demurred with lighthearted intention.

Jaida smiled softly, joy in her eyes that Rex only caught glimpses of, but she caught his lips in feeble ecstasy.

She broke away with a dainty smile, and Rex laughed.

“I’m in.” The jedi whispered.

He grinned again, wider now as a perfect laugh fell from Jaida’s perfect lips.

His fingers dropped from her cheek and found hers without question, taking her hand in his as he refused to break away from her hopeful eyes.

Rex squeezed her hand, then jolted, taking her with him as he ran out of the hall and back to where the music still rumbled.

Jaida let him whisk her away, gladly.

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Geyser

The Doctor and Jamie go in search of a geyser, and very nearly miss it.

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“What are we waitin’ for, anyway?”

“Ah -” The Doctor paused, his hand hovering over the flask tucked into the top of their picnic basket. “Well, we’re waiting for the geyser to erupt.”

“Aye, I know that.” Flipping the other end of the basket open, Jamie fished out a container of little sandwiches. Polly had said they were fancy, but he would rather have big sandwiches than fancy ones any day, he decided. Still, there were enough of them – and sharing the picnic with the Doctor more than made up for it. “But I don’t know what a geyser is.”

“Oh!” The Doctor blinked at him, like he had never imagined that Jamie would not know what a geyser was. The others never quite seemed to remember that sort of thing, Jamie thought. He should have expected that from the start, he supposed. Right from when he had first stepped into the TARDIS, and the Doctor had tried to settle him in by quoting someone who had not even been born in his time. But it had hardly been the most important thing on his mind, then. And if anyone was going to forget, he would rather it was the Doctor. Ben and Polly tried their best, and were kind enough to explain things to him if he asked, but he could not shake the sense of being an outsider to them. That there was something between them which he could never break into, born at least in part of their shared knowledge. All those things that made them giggle and whisper to each other about people and places and things he did not know.

There was more to it than, that, though, he knew that perfectly well. And perhaps they thought the same thing about him and the Doctor, now. That was an odd thought, and one he had never imagined he would have beyond the realm of wishful thinking. Not that he and the Doctor shared any sort of background like Ben and Polly did, of course – but maybe that was part of it. The fact that Ben and Polly would laugh, and he and the Doctor would turn to each other and shrug. There was certainly some sort of understanding between them, in the way he could look at the Doctor and know what he was thinking, and in the way the Doctor seemed to be able to do the same for him. Or there used to be, at least. Now, with everything so new and fragile, like a butterfly taking its first stumbling steps out of its cocoon, he was no longer so confident.

The Doctor’s fingers closed over his own, and he jolted upright. His heart shot up into his throat with the momentum of the movement.

“It’s a -” Gesturing with one hand, the Doctor squeezed Jamie’s fingers more tightly with the other. “Well, it’s a sort of a spring, really. Water, flowing underground. And if it goes deep enough, or, ah – comes into contact with the magma in the planet’s crust, as it does here – the water boils, and shoots out through a crack in the ground.”

“An’ that’s the geyser?”

“And that’s the geyser, yes.”

“Oh, aye.” Jamie scrunched up his face, mulling it over. “So it’s like a big kettle.”

“Ye-es.” The Doctor paused. “Like a big kettle that shoots water out of its spout when it’s boiled, as well as steam.”

“Aye.” Jamie bit his lip to hide his smile, but the laughter bubbling up in his chest could not be quietened. “No’ a very good kettle, then, is it?”

The Doctor had been watching him curiously, but he laughed at that, throwing back his head like he had never heard anything so funny. “No. No, I suppose it wouldn’t be.” He swiped his free hand over his eyes. “But, ah – it does make for rather a good clock. In a few thousand years, people will be setting their watches by this geyser.”

Almost instinctively, Jamie glanced down at his own watch. “When’s it gonnae go off, again?”

“In about -” The Doctor shrugged. “Oh, I suppose in about five minutes.”

Privately, Jamie had his doubts that the thing would go off at all. It would be just like the Doctor, to finally land them somewhere pleasant – somewhere impressive, no less – plan a whole picnic around the thing – and then find that he had landed a few thousand years too early, or something of that sort. But it was a nice enough spot for a picnic, regardless of whether a pile of rocks ended up shooting water into the air. They had spread their picnic blanket on a hill not too far from the little rocky outcrop that the Doctor had said was the geyser. The spot was just at the edge of the forest, leaving them a good view of the geyser in the middle of the clearing but still nestling them in the shade. It was an oakwood that surrounded them, Jamie might have said, if he had been on Earth. He knew perfectly well that they could not be oak trees, but their thick, twisted trunks and the shape of their sunkissed leaves were close enough. Far in the distance, the land sloped upwards, and the wide leaves of the not-oak trees gave way to something needlier, scruffier, and finally to bare snow and rock at the peak of a jagged mountain range. The closest mountain was lopsided, like something had smashed into its side and broken off a chunk.

Or perhaps, Jamie thought, something coming out of the mountain had done the damage. They had landed in an old volcano ring, the Doctor had said. Mountains spewing fire and smoke. That fire under the planet’s surface was what boiled the water to create the geyser, he supposed. And the volcanoes made the smell, too, that awful, stifling smell that lay heavily over the valley, sickening Jamie to his stomach. For a while, he had wondered whether bringing a picnic had been the right idea after all, and had been grateful to find that the clearing around the geyser was almost free of it. He had smelled something like it once before, when a stubborn hen had covered her egg just a little too well, and the insides had rotted away before anyone had found it. The smell came from sulphur, on both occasions, the Doctor had told him. And he had shown him the sulphur deposits here, too, tiny seams of a yellow so bright he almost could not believe it was natural. It had been as if some giant had come along and scribbled over the stones with a highlighter, like the Doctor did with his scientific papers.

“It’s supposed to be one of the most impressive geysers in this galactic sector,” the Doctor said softly. He was gazing out towards the crack in the rocks, as rapt as if the thing was erupting already. “Aside from cryogeysers, that is, but they’re not quite the same thing...”

He was still staring wide-eyed out towards the geyser, and Jamie snorted, nudging his side gently. “Wish you’d look at me like that,” he said, grinning.

“Hm?” The Doctor twisted around, blinking at him. “How do you mean?”

“Like -” Resting his chin on his fist, Jamie put on the most puppy-eyed, adoring expression he could muster. “That.”

Indignation spread across the Doctor’s face. “I don’t look like that.”

Jamie snorted. “Aye, ye do.”

“And if I did -” The Doctor was grinning himself now, leaning in until his nose was close enough that it bumped against Jamie’s. Twisting around, Jamie propped himself up on his hands and leant forward a little more. They swayed back and forth ever so slightly, caught up in the mutual excitement of their own foolishness. “I would most certainly look at you like that.”

Lifting one hand, Jamie brushed his fingers against the underside of the Doctor’s chin, just at the soft patch of skin where it met his neck. “Would ye?” Goodness, if the Doctor didn’t just make him silly. Absolutely, completely, giddily out of his mind. He ought to have been embarrassed by how silly he was. It had only been a few short weeks since he had kissed the Doctor, or the Doctor had kissed him, one or the other. It did not really matter in the end, he supposed. They had both been so terribly awkward, then, fumbling out their breathless confessions. And now here he was – flirting, he had no other word for it than that, flirting with the Doctor – like everything was not still terribly delicate.

But in that moment it did not feel delicate, not with the Doctor’s smile widening, and him saying “I would,” and leaning in just that little bit further to kiss Jamie. It was a good few moments before Jamie could even think to kiss back, and he regretted moving his hand away from the ground, because his other arm was trembling under the weight of his shock. But he did not regret it for long, because he quickly shifted his free hand up to cup the Doctor’s cheek properly, fingers winding their way into the hair behind his ear. He soon brought up his other hand to mirror it, weighing all his stability on the Doctor. They swayed – tilted over – then collapsed onto the picnic blanket in a tangle.

Jamie landed squarely on the Doctor’s chest with an oof, and sat up hurriedly, glancing down to see whether he had squashed the Doctor too badly. He did not seem to be particularly hurt, judging by the way he was smiling, and Jamie shuffled down to kiss him again, smiling back against his lips. They were clumsier now, mumbling little huffs of laughter between kisses, and Jamie almost liked it better this way, with all the freedom of knowing how terribly silly they were.

Something thundered into life behind them, and they sat bolt upright in unison, knocking against each other. The geyser had gone off, Jamie realised a moment later, and a great pillar of foam and vapour had been sent flying impossibly high into the air, so high that he had to crane his neck to see the top of it. It hovered there for a moment, like a feather caught between too breezes, then splashed back down onto the rocks below. The water gathered in well-worn channels, following the paths it must have been running down for thousands of years to drain away into the grass around it. Even after the whole thing had finished, the Doctor was left staring at the geyser hole, frozen in wonder.

“There ye go again,” Jamie said. “Lookin’ like that.”

Colour flooded into the Doctor’s cheeks. “I don’t look like anything.”

Jamie laughed at that – and laughed harder when the Doctor turned to look at him, because there was a touch of that same softness around his eyes, the way his lips slightly parted. Maybe the Doctor did look at him like that after all, he thought. Maybe, against all the odds, he could compete with the wonders of the universe.

“Aye, ye do,” he said, and he leant in to kiss the Doctor again.

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