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(Gore mention) I had an actual nightmare this year, but it didn't end the way I usually manage it to?
#Think this is one of the rarest times I actually ended a nightmare with violence#Usually I do it by disrupting the logique of the nightmare or less intrusive means to wake up#But tonight I just. It was so vicious#I feel so awful but it woke me up#I had to invoke the word “rupture” and I#Well#Began stabbing the man who exposed the labyrinthine nature of a nightmare and complicit totality of it#He was a real piece of work#I just kept stabbing his face it felt so good#He wasn't quite human but stabbing a lot produced results#Ruptured his face with a ballpoint pen that should have broke#The logic in nightmares are so strange#I kept stabbing him until I was able to wake up this early morning and learned my hair didn't completely dry#A common element that starts nightmares#For some reason#Oops#The accumulation of gore and viscera brought a realism to rupturing a man with a ballpoint I'm kind of dumnfounded#I haven't really had any proper dreams lately but I guess I had a good one out of i#it?#But now I'm awake too early and that disappoints me#I stabbed that piece of work so many times#Hides face#I'll read or listen to music or both now I guess#Hides face (1)
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So there's this thing? That's been kind of bothering me, I've noticed it in the shera remake but also other places, where all these faceless minions are just there to show how hard/easy it is for the protagonists to get rid of them.
There's a couple of things, but I think that it just boils down to that they're not treated as characters? The hero will push them into a volcano and celebrate, then get all conflicted when facing the villain captain puppy kicker because "if I kill/hurt you I'll be just as bad" and in the same shot there's a pile of downed henchmen. And I get that, because from a meta perspective it would be hard to animate several hundred or however many individual people all fighting, but it's just weird right? In the show the only people without helmets on 24/7 are the main cast and of course the Rogelio/Kyle/lonnie group. Which is Confusing?? Because it seems like there's only a few options, either every single other person likes wearing the helmets all the time with no breaks, or they're breaking dress code and getting away with it, or "cadets" means they're in training. And somehow way more competent than all the other trained soldiers. It's weird, and I'm not even fully sure how to describe it. Do you have any thoughts?
Faceless minions are a time-honored storytelling tradition that persist despite being slightly reality-breaking story convention because-
They make it very easy to choreograph cool-looking fights against a big pile of interchangeable bad guys
You only need as many extras as you'll be showing together in one shot, meaning you can imply a vast army of evil with only like five costumes/character models
They make it easier to pick out the heroes in group shots and fights
They provide contrast against the important villains with unique designs
Easy protagonist disguises for sneaking around in
This is pretty useful stuff, but it does all feed into the effect that armies of faceless minions are generally not composed of full-fledged characters. They're a pile of broadly interchangeable mooks. This is one of those things that's technically dubious from a realism standpoint, but I honestly don't think it's automatically a bad thing for a story to make it really easy to tell who's an important character and who's an interchangeable obstacle in their way.
This does get shaky when the characters start acting like that. To them, in the reality of their story, those mooks ARE real, dangerous people, and their facelessness doesn't detract from that. The protagonist's morality shouldn't depend on how important a character is to the plot or how unique their design is, and that character inconsistency is the more disruptive bit of writing. Mowing down minions by the truckload only to spare the big bad makes it feel like the main character is standing apart from their own story and making the kind of value judgment the audience is, and that's weird. It's not weird that the faceless minions exist, it's weird that the protagonist evidently doesn't see them as real people.
But that doesn't mean every stormtrooper or background orc or ninja needs their own unique design, name and backstory. Narrative conventions exist for a reason, and while I do love a setting that feels like it's absolutely full of unique main characters all living their own lives, it's absolutely not mandatory. Sometimes things in stories are made unrealistic so they don't undercut the impact of the story itself, whether that's simple theater sets that don't draw the eye away from the actors, unrealistic lighting so a movie viewer can actually see what's going on, song and dance numbers, flashy showstopping villains, or convenient armies of ninjas to take down with one punch each. Storytelling has its own tools.
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Patterns of identifying the actor with the character are disrupted in The Monkees because the character does not subsume the actor and the actor does not subsume the character. An unresolvable tension between fantasy and reality is created wherein we are left not knowing who the "real" Monkees are and who the "pretend" Monkees are. During many of the non-story segments, elements of the boys' personalities emerge that totally contradict what the audience knows about the characters the boys portray; Mike Nesmith's anti-authoritarian feelings and somewhat pompous avant-garde aesthetic, Micky Dolenz's thoughtful and articulate commentary, Peter Tork's intelligence and political awareness, and Davy Jones's wit and working-class background occasionally surface as contradictions to their on-screen personae.
The Monkees and the Deconstruction of Television Realism Laura Goostree
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When I think reflectively about it, I realize that pretty much nothing has damaged my outlook on the world and hope for the future more than the recognition over the past few years that the seeming majority opinion is that automation is bad and meaningfully transforming our economy is a lost cause, to the extent that the working class will actively and aggressively lobby against technological improvements (even beyond the example of AI/ML...)
I don't agree with this assessment and have argued against it lots, but it's clear that I'm in a small minority among my political allies (i.e., leftists, who recognize that there is a problem with our current lives in the first place). Just a few years ago I was naive enough to assume that "automation leads to less work allows us to collectively downsize the workforce and socialize human needs while increasing abundance" was an obvious and noncontroversial progression.
Now even I'm doubting if we'll ever get there, and that's despite trying my damnedest to argue from a position of optimism. Because the fact is that if nobody believes we can make change then change won't happen, and the recognition that that's a plausible future has made me noticeably more cynical and misanthropic. I don't think that society is a lost cause, but the way that leftist orthodoxy is becoming capitalist realism and scapegoating of the technology sector is driving me there fast.
I can't stop thinking that the potential for a better future I see out there is beautiful, but I can sure as hell get more angry and callous as people refuse to reach out for what's there to be taken. Honestly if we do fail to make the leap then maybe that is proof positive of a fatal flaw in humanity.
I recognize that the issue most people are struggling with is the short term labour market disruption from things like automation, but honestly I don't believe that "dismantling capitalism first" is really a feasible option, society only responds to extant pressure and sometimes I am just like, "the best and maybe only way to make change is to create the conditions where it is intolerable not to follow the path of least resistance, by making the impact of not doing that tangible". Maybe an interim period where a bunch of people lose jobs is worth that, revolution has never exactly been easy. Or maybe I'm just being callous, but my point is that it's harder not to be these days. I thought this would all be so much easier before it came to the point of it.
I hope I don't become doompilled past the point of no return. I need to believe there's a better way for the world to be. I need to believe that we can improve people's lives more than we might damage them in the attempt.
I need to believe we can not re-elect the fucking Tories this year for once.
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˗ˋˏ Briefly Orange ˎˊ˗ | PREVIEW
SUMMARY: Fragmentary source of healing and like an oasis away from the city, for his group of friends, Boo Seungkwan’s family farm is a regular vacation destination away from the city. Yet Seungkwan wishes for anything but a future filled with mountains of oranges, his dream of living in the city still ineffaceable in his head. When he receives a request from a friend he fell out of touch with asking if they could stay on his farm for the Summer, Seungkwan finally finds himself in an opportunistic place in which his dream can finally become a reality. Why? Because you’re cursed to have everything you love disappear.
Sweltering heat and an eventful Summer, magic touches lives in ways that we can never imagine. But in this transition between seasons, we find ourselves asking: When loss is as transient as the lives we live, what does it mean to love with every fiber of our being?
PAIRING: bsk x reader
FIC GENRE: angst, romance, slice of life, magical realism
FIC TAGS: food/drinks, time jump, summer fic, exes to lovers, friends to lovers, slow burn, cooking processes (including mentions of knives), character gets physically hurt
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FIC WC: 30k
MESSAGE FROM NU: this is merely a preview for the longest fic i've written so far. i've been working on this for months now so i'm so incredibly excited to share the preview with you all this product of so much love and care for seungkwan <3 there are 23 chapters in total, and here are some excerpts from the first few chapters. if you would like to be tagged in the final fic a few days from now, please let me know! - nu ♡
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It starts with the peel. Hold the orange in both hands and press your thumbs against the hollow bottom where there’s an open dip between the peel and the fleshy meat of the orange. Press into the peel with the tips of your fingernails, hard, penetrating the peel and creating a perfect opening to peel the fruit. Then, start peeling the bright and smooth outer shell away until you’re left with that orange and fleshy ball of juice. When you halve the fruit between your fingers, it sizzles and cracks crisply as you rip it apart — sometimes the juice escapes the membrane in a transparent drop of liquid, collecting on your finger, and rolling down your hand toward your arm. Sweet or sour, the rest comes after.
The large rolling suitcase leaves behind two long indents in the dry dirt path as it drags along the road. Each pull and tug towards a new temporary familiar coats the once black and glossy wheels in a matte tan color disrupted by speckled imprints of tiny gravel in every new layer of dirt rolled onto the wheels. Once in a while, the wheels break through a pair of footprints that belong to the person pulling the suitcase like the long lines used to omit phrases from a written sentence. Still, the traces along the dirt path are never straight, nor are they as continuous as one would like them to be. As an arborist would study the rings of a tree to determine periods of sickness and health, anybody could see how the lines left by the suitcase indicate periods of pause in transit, a person struggling along the road, and moments of pure and undisrupted conversation.
Under the warm morning sunlight, Boo Seungkwan has a new kind of warmth lingering by his side — someone so familiar yet so new, neither déjà vu nor jamais vu but nostalgia in person. He hasn’t seen you in years, yet he can’t find himself to say he expected the person to step out of the taxi to be someone drastically different. But you’ve changed since he last saw you, albeit it’s a more mature version of you who walks alongside him toward his family farm.
Seungkwan knows everything about you, for instance, as long as he asked you about family, close friends, past relationships, the summary of the last chapter you read: you would always answer, bluntly of course. In the past, he would often find himself wondering about whether or not you never made the effort to ask him any questions about himself because you were simply not interested or if you were afraid of your inevitable. He knows the amount of hair that collects on your drain every time you shampoo your hair. He knows you never order the same drink from a coffee shop twice. He knows the answer to every single question he has ever asked you to the point where he’s afraid that one day he would run out of questions to ask you. So when he received a message from you asking if you could work at his farm for the Summer in exchange for room and board, he knew both your lives are about to undergo a new form of change and momentum. Change or no change, he agreed to your request if and only if you would be willing to fulfill his additional term: you must help him get rid of his oranges.
What presents itself as the Summer getaway is a 3-acre piece of land that hosts a small orange grove behind the cream-colored family farmhouse and guest house-turned-seasonal café that Seungkwan is left in charge of for the Summer while his family vacations in the Maldives. Even sitting in the car with the windows down and turning onto the street in which the property sits wafts of honeyed and tangy citrus can energize those on a long journey away from the city. Beside the dirt road that leads towards the farmhouse are large patches of clover in place of grass and the beautiful array of flowers and bushes that are planted between dirt and clover. What is most magnificent, Seungkwan points out while walking up to the farmhouse where you would be staying for the rest of the Summer, is not the fact that his grandparents built this place from the ground up or the thousands of oranges they produce each year, but the fact that he drew the long end of the stick for you so you have the first floor study to yourself instead of having to share a room with the rest of his friends.
When his introductory gist is returned with silence, Seungkwan finds himself too embarrassed to see whether or not you’ve reacted in response. But if he took the time to look, he would’ve seen you looking around your surroundings in awe, wondering about how much of the landscape could change just by being thirty minutes away from the city.
“Let’s see,” Seungkwan mumbles while opens the front door and leads you to the interior of the house in an attempt to free himself from his embarrassment. “The study is the first door on the left down the left hallway. It’s a sofa bed, and I already set it up for you. Laundry room is one door down. I’m in my grandparents’ bedroom down the right hallway. There’s also a bathroom and a guest room on our side. Everybody else should be upstairs…if you think it’s awkward to have pictures of my family stare at you while you sleep, I won’t be offended if you turn them around.” He scratches his hair, still trying to figure out whether or not he conjured an air of awkwardness between the two of you.
He hovers behind you as you quietly make your way to your room, looking at you crane your head to look around the foreign farmhouse interior from the living room to the wooden beams that support the ceiling. It’s quiet between the two of you, as if you’ve both run out of topics to discuss after the brief moment the two of you trekked from taxi to house. He doesn’t know why he hesitates when you reach for the doorknob as if he were imagining you to be some interior design critic for a magazine. But his breath hitches for a second when you open the door and step into the modest office. Distracting himself from nothing, he looks at anything but you and settles for the tiny streaks of dirt your suitcase wheels brought indoors. And he wipes away the dirt with his foot, making a mental note to mop when he has time.
“Seungkwan?” Your voice calls for his attention not too long after you entered the office.
Seungkwan steps into the open doorframe, careful to not cross the threshold of the room in order to give you some privacy. He notices you’re sitting on the edge of the sofa bed, your suitcase temporarily tucked against the wall and underneath the light switch. There are pictures of his family on the shelves, most of them with him in large puffer jackets holding large oranges in his tiny hands. What is more is that he notices your hand which clutched the blanket in which you are sitting on loosen with his presence and leave a mountainous crease in its absence.
“Thank you,” you tell him.
The response sounds like a squeak which Seungkwan finds both amusing and reassuring. The fact is there is an air of awkwardness present, not from his creation but from the years the two of you spent apart, that causes you to squeak. Gratitude phrased simply, yet your simplicity is more than enough to let him know you’re feeling the same way he feels.
Truthfully, Seungkwan is still trying to fathom and process the fact that you are here with him. It hits him in this moment that maybe the you who sits in comfortable silence while staring out the window isn’t exactly the same you he once knew like the back of his hand. Finally taking time to look at his friend closely, Seungkwan still recognizes you in the same way that we recognize ourselves as ourselves even when all of our cells have exchanged themselves for new cells. He recognizes the way your hands clutch into balls with your thumbs placed between your pointer and middle finger when you fidget. He recognizes the backpack you brought as the same one you used in college. But he fails to recognize and understand why or how you have become the person to reach out to him for any reason. Why is it that he was chosen to be one of your protagonists in your journey in finding the meaning to your life? How is it that a nobody who dreams of a life unattached to the farm could possibly offer something of such value to someone who constantly lives life in fear of loss?
Truth is, there is always something about being next to you that always makes Boo Seungkwan want to cry. Pity doesn’t even begin to describe the feeling that wells and burns in his chest. Is it rage? Sadness? Regret? Empathetic and sympathetic as he is, he is prone to wearing his emotions before he can even realize what he is feeling. Being next to you causes his chest to concave and collapse in on itself, but he knows better than to feel bad for you. Or maybe he thinks it’s so fucked that you’re in a position in which you’re so desensitized to loss that you can’t even recognize in any moment that you lost what you loved. Always by your side, or at least until a few years ago, Seungkwan was there to reintroduce you to the things and concepts you’ve once loved because he cared and notices. Now, a savior isn’t who he’s trying to be nor was that role ever his intention. Maybe a constant without caution is what he strives to be in your life even if his own selfishness causes him to believe that in case you ever allow yourself to fall in love with him he would be able to disappear and thus never take on the responsibilities of a third-generation farm owner.
Yet a curse regarding loss upon a regular human being in love shouldn’t be the wake-up call that shows the world that loss is a daily occurrence. Loss is as banal and unremarkable as its spelling. And Seungkwan knows this. He’s lost torn snack foil wrapper corners from his pockets. He’s lost time during transit. He’s lost those who he once loved dearly. So why is someone else’s loss so much more important to him when he knows that love is involved?
And why is it that he chooses to show everybody unconditional love and care even when he knows transactional relationships would statistically yield more return?
Seungkwan isn’t a bad person. There isn’t a single bad bone in his body. He’s known you long enough to not tiptoe around you because, despite your curse, you’re just a regular person. And you would prefer it if other people treated you as a regular person. But why is it that he feels the way he feels whenever he’s alone with you?
Orange peel sliced away to form a hexagonal-shaped fruit, lean the fruit on its long side against the cutting board to slice thin hexagons. If what you hold in your hand is too dull, then you risk losing more than what there is to the recipe. Dullness slices the fruit just as sharpness does, but you risk bruising the delicate meat and creating soft pockets of mush while the juice escapes and drips onto the cutting board. There are times when it’s better to do things quickly and all at once or you will risk losing the beauty in your creation. Simple orange slices in a refreshing salad, sometimes it’s better to not try too hard. You did your best. And that’s enough for me.
Dropping the ATV off near the entrance to the orchard, Seungkwan jingles and twirls the keys in his left hand while directing to his seasonal workers where the crates should be stored for the night shipment to local grocers. Without noticing how hard he twirls the keys around his pointer finger, the small chain of keys flies off his finger and onto the ground a few feet ahead of him. It lands on a soft patch of dirt, light colored dust covering surfaces that gleamed with a metallic sheen just a few seconds ago. Someone picks up the pair of keys before Seungkwan has the change to chance to react and lightly tosses the keys back to its owner.
Yoon Jeonghan, with his jet-black hair he spent months growing out that finally touches his shoulders, takes long strides towards his friend while reaching into his pant pocket for his phone, a long stream of complaints already trailing out of his mouth.
“I looked everywhere for you,” Jeonghan complains to Seungkwan while Seungkwan finds himself rolling his eyes. “Why didn’t you pick up your phone? We’ve been calling and texting you, but you wouldn’t reply.”
“I left it somewhere. Can’t remember where I put it,” Seungkwan sighs while wiping the dust off his keys with the hem of his shirt. “When did you arrive?”
“Like half an hour ago.” Jeonghan adjusts his light blue baseball cap to better shield his eyes from the Sun. He clicks open his lock-screen to double-check the text he received from his driver. “Seokmin’s napping in our room. He’ll come out later.”
“Oh no, was the drive bad? When did you guys leave?”
“Nah, the drive wasn’t bad. He’s just hungover,” he replies nonchalantly while shoving his phone back into his pocket. The dark-haired man quickly looks around the familiar farm and rocks on the heels of his feet. “Busy, huh?” He observes.
“Yeah,” Seungkwan agrees. There is a glimmer of mischievousness in his eyes when he cocks his head toward the ATV he parked not so long ago. “But the new investments help.”
“Bro I can’t imagine how cool your grandparents must look while riding the ATVs.”
“5 miles an hour.” Seungkwan gestures the number five with his hand and drops it after. “Speed demons.”
It’s clear to Seungkwan that Jeonghan, who had spent a remarkable amount of time on this farm over the past few years, isn’t looking around to people-watch or check out the new additions to the farm. He’s been around long enough that Seungkwan’s grandparents consider him as one of their grandsons. No, Seungkwan knows that while Jeonghan is trying to play it off as if he’s simply checking out and reminisce in his surroundings, what he is looking for is not an it, rather, a who.
When Yoon Jeonghan, who is usually not the type of person to be silent or stay still for long periods of time, freezes in his spot like a deer in the headlights, Seungkwan knows better than to follow his friend’s line of vision to see who exactly it was who caught his eye. Instead, Seungkwan looks toward the blue canopy near the entrance and notices that two people are missing from their posts.
Out of nowhere, Seungkwan feels someone from behind him throw their entire weight onto his shoulders. The force of the sudden weight on top of Seungkwan knocks Seungkwan’s sunhat from his head forward and onto the ground and causes him to lose his balance, but he grabs onto the unwavering Jeonghan’s shoulder to steady himself.
“Seungkwan,” Yunling sings in a sing-song voice. Her bleached blonde hair falls and covers half of Seungkwan’s face as she reaches her arm over his shoulder to wave a familiar object in front of him. “You forgot your phone.”
“Get off me. It’s hot,” Seungkwan groans while bending his knees so she can safely hop off his back. She hands him his phone to which he thanks her for. In the meantime, another person picks the sunhat from the floor and tucks a thick booklet underneath their aim pit to brush the dust off the hat before handing it back to its owner. And Seungkwan finds himself, yet again, thanking another person for handing him an item he dropped.
Seungkwan sees you bring the accounting booklet to the front of your chest while Yunling leans her elbow on your shoulder. It looks like you’re about to say something to him, but someone interrupts your question.
“Yn.” Jeonghan manages to push through his state of shock, yet your name rolls off the tip of his tongue as if he spent his entire life dedicated to saying the name.
It feels familiar because it was.
Gladly handing his daughter over to his friend, Choi Seungcheol mumbles a quiet note of gratitude before he sits up straight and rolls his shoulder backwards to stretch his back. He leans forward in his seat and comfortably rests his elbows on his knees before grabbing the untouched fork next to his salmon salad. And Seungkwan watches him dig his fork into the roasted salmon and take a hearty bite to enjoy the marinated citrus flavor of the salmon by itself before raking the metal prongs through the meat to shred it to pieces just as Seungkwan’s grandparents had taught Seungcheol to do so before they went on vacation.
June is when Seungkwan’s friends all arrived at the farm for a Summer away from the city; January is when Seungcheol arrived at the farm, two people’s lives packed up in a couple of suitcases and cardboard boxes for time away from the city to heal and escape. The café, originally a guesthouse, returned to serve its original purpose by housing Seungcheol and his daughter for a little over half a year, and Seungkwan knows very well that he doesn’t have the heart to tell his friend that he should’ve moved out months ago. So he sits in the once sought-after spot in the café with a sleeping baby in his arms, watching the newly single father scarf down his salad like it’s his last meal. Looking at the infant, her dark-colored eyebrows and the pout that resembles her father’s all too well, stress stores itself in the pit of his stomach, finding company with the sympathetic grief he shared with the heartbroken Seungcheol who once couldn’t so much bring himself to pick up the pen to sign his divorce papers.
Falling in love is easy, but falling out of love and learning how to become whole again is a process that can shatter one’s soul and make one doubt whether or not love in any shape and form is an achievable future feat. A lifetime is not long enough to contain and overcome love’s defeat for some. And for those devastated by love, the process of falling in love would never be the same as it once was.
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Inspired by the lovely @wisteria-wisteria and her Pinterest roulette posts. I present to you an AU:
Lestappen - Coding rivals.exe
Don't know yet if I'll do anything larger with it so I'd love if someone adopts the idea! Give it a new and welcoming home!
Max Verstappen, a brilliant hardware engineer who is mostly focused on robotics, is partnered up to work with programmer and game designer Charles Leclerc. From the moment they meet, he despises his new coworker. Charles is everything he isn't - all smiles and polite questions, a laid-back attitude when it comes to his work and yet somehow constantly praised by others. The predestined programmer, they call him. Max thinks it's all very ridiculous.
But they need to work together to meet the looming deadline. Maybe they'll even learn to appreciate the other's company along the way...
Small scene after this universe's InchidentTM:
"Mr Verstappen. What happened?" His boss's cold voice greets him the moment Max sits down in the overpriced meeting chair. The board of directors stare at him, disdain obvious in their postures, but their faces are carved into polite masks.
Max glares at Leclerc, who is sitting across from him. Even now, he doesn't look like he gives a single damn about the situation he has brought them into, that unnervingly pleasant smile still plastered on his face. Max wants to wipe it off.
Leclerc is slumped in his chair, glasses askew and in his normal working attire consisting of a sweater thrown over a shirt. There is a small coffee stain on front of it, reminding Max of what brought them into this situation in the first place.
"It's just unfair. He pushed a glass of coffee onto the robot, so I pushed it back onto his computer. It's not fair, right?"
Before he can give further explanations, he is shot down, "Thank you, Mr Verstappen. What is your perspective on this matter, Mr Leclerc?"
Leclerc straightens and lets his eyes sweep over the room. Max doesn't miss the fact that he pointedly doesn't look at Max and a small pang of annoyance flashes through him.
Leclerc says, "Nothing. Just an inchident in the lab. We will have the code restored and the robot running by next week."
Max needs to remember all the self-control exercises he taught himself in order to not jump over the table, drag Leclerc towards him by his stupid oversized sweater and yell at him until that guy's ears ring.
Of course, he can say that easily. He just needs to write a few lines of code that the automatic backup hasn't caught. But Max will have to build the hardware from scratch, the delicate electronics fried beyond repair. Oh, how he would like to strangle Leclerc for that.
His boss is apparently pleased by this response. He nods. "Very well then. Get back to work and fill out the provided reports. I don't want to repeat this, the funding is already minimal and you don't want to make your budget even tighter than it already is."
They are dismissed and walk back to the robotics lab in silence, their steps echoing off the blank walls. At least it would be silent if Leclerc's annoyingly smooth voice didn't disrupt it, "I know you don't like me. But at least pretend that you do when other people are around. It will be easier if you let some of my charm work on you, non?"
That fucker has the audicity to wink at him and it is the most awkward thing Max has seen in his entire life.
Max almost snarls. He'd rather be caught dead than enjoy Leclerc's company.
(I don't know why a robotics guy would work with a game dev but just let me fantasize about my AUs without worrying too much about realism)
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Deconstructed Head in Pink, Red, and Blue (cropped) by Andrew Binder
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Hello! Would you kindly considering making a “All About Taurus” post? 🌺
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Hello Siren! I see no problem, I love when people wants more of a series that I started by myself... I feel like at least there's someone interested. So here we go! Kisses from the Sea!
₊˚ପ⊹ Peace seekers – Taurus people are inherently drawn to peace and tranquility. They yearn for moments of serenity and often seek to create a harmonious environment around them. Conflict and disturbances can disrupt their sense of calm, so they prefer to avoid confrontations and maintain their own peaceful corner.
₊˚ପ⊹ Independent and entrepreneurial – Taurus possess a strong sense of direction and are driven to achieve financial stability on their own terms. They have a direct approach to their goals and are willing to put in the necessary effort to succeed. Their determination and practicality make them natural entrepreneurs who strive for personal and financial independence.
₊˚ପ⊹ Great advisors - they have a grounded and realistic perspective on life. They can offer practical advice to others, particularly to those who are seeking guidance. Their down-to-earth nature allows them to see through illusions and provide honest insights, making them valuable advisors. Pisces and Cancer individuals, who are often dreamers, may appreciate the practicality and realism that Taurus brings to the table (our sweet trine).
₊˚ପ⊹ Attracted to trust and stability – Trust and stability hold great importance for Taurus individuals in their relationships. They seek genuine connections with people who are committed to supporting one another's growth. They value reliable and loyal companionship, as they thrive in an environment where trust and stability are present.
₊˚ପ⊹ Impatience with waiting – While Taurus have a strong relationship with their own sense of time and pace, they can become impatient when waiting for others. They value their own schedules and dislike wasting time. Waiting for decisions or the arrival of others can be frustrating for them, as they prefer efficiency and promptness.
₊˚ପ⊹ Defensive when attacked – The symbol of the bull represents Taurus' nature when feeling threatened. They are known to adopt a defensive stance and may even launch a direct attack when they perceive a threat. Taurus people are fiercely protective of themselves and their loved ones, and they will go to great lengths to remove any obstacles or enemies that come their way.
₊˚ପ⊹ Directness in communication – They are known for their practicality, which extends to their communication style. They prefer to express themselves clearly and concisely, aiming to convey their message effectively with minimal misunderstandings. They appreciate good communication skills in others, as it allows for smooth and efficient interactions.
₊˚ପ⊹ Extreme stubbornness – Taurus people are often renowned for their stubbornness. While they may exhibit flexibility in certain aspects of their lives to maintain harmony, they generally have a strong determination and steadfastness in their beliefs and decisions. Their unwavering nature can be attributed to their fixed earth sign quality.
₊˚ପ⊹ Dedication to loved ones – When Taurus develop deep connections with others, they exhibit unwavering devotion. They are willing to go to great lengths and overcome challenges to support and uplift those they care about. Taurus people find joy in nurturing their loved ones and often express their affection through quality time and thoughtful gestures.
₊˚ପ⊹ Desire for safety – They thrive on stability and predictability. They prefer to plan and organize their lives meticulously, disliking surprises or unexpected changes. Taurus individuals find comfort in having a sense of security, and sudden deviations from their plans can provoke frustration and anger.
₊˚ପ⊹ Realistic and responsible – Taurus people have a strong connection to reality and tend to approach situations with a practical mindset. They are known for their grounded nature and may even display a more pessimistic outlook at times due to their focus on realism. They take their responsibilities seriously and often prioritize stability and practicality over idealistic notions.
₊˚ପ⊹ Resilience and perseverance – They possess an inherent toughness and resilience. Regardless of how many times they face setbacks, they have the ability to rise above challenges and continue striving for their goals. Some Taurus adapt and create new plans to achieve their objectives, while others may persist in pursuing the same path due to their strong determination.
₊˚ପ⊹ Loyalty – Building trust with Taurus individuals can be a gradual process. Once they feel secure and confident in a relationship, they demonstrate unwavering loyalty. They expect the same level of commitment and faithfulness from those they hold dear. They deeply value trust and loyalty in their connections and cherish relationships where these qualities are reciprocated.
₊˚ପ⊹Intuition for deception – Taurus people possess a keen sixth sense when it comes to detecting falsehoods or nonsensical statements. They have an innate ability to sense when someone is being deceptive or dishonest, which stems from their heightened intuition. They value honesty and authenticity, and they may become wary or distant when they sense deception in others.
₊˚ପ⊹ Love rooted in trust – They approach love cautiously and require a strong foundation of trust before fully surrendering to their emotions. They are not inclined towards love at first sight and tend to take their time to develop deep and meaningful connections. They prefer a gradual progression in relationships, engaging in conversations, discovering shared interests, and savoring the romance with a touch of sophistication.
₊˚ପ⊹ Reaction to betrayal – Betrayal can deeply affect Taurus individuals, and they often go through a period of emotional turmoil when faced with such situations. They can experience a prolonged period of sadness and find it challenging to move on from the pain of betrayal. They take loyalty and trust seriously, and breaches in these areas can have a significant impact on their emotional well-being.
₊˚ପ⊹ Frustration with indecision – Taurus people tend to be decisive and appreciate clear and direct communication. They have little patience for those who are indecisive or sit on the fence. They heprefer straightforwardness and dislike the ambiguity that comes with indecision, as it can impede progress and hinder efficiency.
₊˚ପ⊹ Appreciation for sophistication – Ruled by Venus, the planet of love and beauty, Taurus people have a natural inclination towards comfort, beauty, and elegance. They seek out aesthetically pleasing environments and appreciate refined experiences. They have a refined taste and often gravitate towards sophisticated and luxurious elements in various aspects of their lives.
₊˚ପ⊹ Timeless romantics – Taurus individuals approach romance with a measured pace, savoring the process of getting to know their partners step by step. They enjoy engaging in conversations, exploring common interests, and allowing love to unfold gradually. They appreciate a touch of subtlety and sophistication in their romantic endeavors, often finding overt displays of affection overwhelming or excessive.
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Okay so my addition to the extensive list of “Tiny world building things that Arknights consistently gets really right” is not having binary, two-sided conflicts.
Like, yeah, okay. Everyone knows that having a multi-sided conflict is generally more realistic and makes for a better allegory and helps motives seem more real or whatever, sure. But that’s haaaard, and it takes forever to world-build and set up stuff that you’ll probably never use again anyway, and do we really need hyper-realism for this one character’s side plot anyway? It’s fine if we don’t have that here, right? This sort of world-building, while good, is usually not worth the effort you put into it because not all conflicts are important enough to justify that level of detail.
To pull an example from another mobile game, Honkai Impact does this in a perfectly serviceable way. While the story as a whole has a number of factions that interact with each other, there’s usually only one faction in the role of “major antagonist” and which faction it is shifts over the course of the story. You’ll sometimes get more than two groups at play, but that’s usually only used to set up the next major antagonist and they’re rarely on even footing and given equal focus. And that comes out fine! It works great for the pacing of the story and serves its purpose perfectly well.
With Arknights, however, they have consistently refused to write stories that are just a two-sided A versus B conflict. From way back in Grani and the Knight’s Treasure up to the political clusterfuck of the more recent story chapters, Hypergryph just doesn’t write stories that are black-and-white protagonist-antagonist. Off the top of my head, the closest we get to that is in stories like Lingering Echoes and Guide Ahead where a single character disrupts a protagonist-antagonist plot. The two stories share a lot in common, actually - there’s a two-sided protagonist-antagonist story that is disrupted by a protagonist-aligned figure, Czerny in the former and Fiametta in the latter, that refuses to be bound by the said simple conflict. Both stories are also complicated by B-plots that don’t have nearly as simple resolutions, which are tied closely enough into the A-plot to make it more complicated.
All of the events are like this - as I write this I’m looking back through the event records for something I’ve missed because there’s no way they’ve been that consistent with this, right? But they have, and it’s staggering how consistent they are with it. There are all sorts of factions lying around that just get picked up again on the whims of the writers (like AUS or the Browntails), and it does wonders for making the world feel more complex and more alive.
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I know there's people who like their fantasy storytelling to take a few steps away from reality, you know. Nothing that verges on allegorical to the stuff we worry about in real life. And I think I'm on the opposite team to that and y'know, the further away we get from gw2's original core story the more I see The World Summit instance as more pivotal than it appeared.
It's the part in the middle of Season 2 where you bring the world leaders together to try and insist that they need to aid you fighting Mordremoth, a primal force who's only just now awakened and started causing disruption and deaths. Mechanically, it serves to show the various cultures being made aware of the upcoming antagonist for mostly the first time.
But there's something that grips me to this day about the realism in that segment. You know full well that this thing is beginning its warpath and will kill those around you. You and your guild know that you need to take action immediately before it gathers itself together to a point you cannot fight it any more. I don't think the scene serves much more than obligatory scaffolding in a narrative sense but it echoes the way I feel in real life all the time. It's the focal point where I've never felt more aligned with my Commander.
Smodur: They're plant creatures! How hard can they be to fight. One good flamethrower and…
Knut: Mordremoth is not yet as close as the Sons of Svanir. They press in around our homesteads. That is more important.
Phlunt: Are you saying we should put ourselves on the line to protect all of you? We are safe in Rata Sum.
Jennah: I'm not ashamed to admit that I don't see how this will work. What are you asking of us?
It's not easy to ask the Main Five Peoples to get anything done together - they do come from legitimately incompatible cultures and there's bad history between humans and charr, and sylvari and asura. But you have to present an argument to each one to convince them this is the most important thing to devote resources to.
It's been about ten years since this was written and it still feels exactly like every conversation that deflects from the reality of climate change. The 'we have bigger things to worry about', the 'it's not that bad', the denials, the giving up, the ones who have enough to feel secure individually and don't really care.
That and the way the narrative turns from 'you're the hero, slay the dragon' to a domino effect that cannot be stopped, wrenching the planet off its hinges and it was all down to you. There's a big difference in changing the threat from ancient dragons awakening to devour all life... and it being the Commander's fault that the stabilising effect those dragons had is unplugged. The allegory becomes undeniable - you doomed the world. You have to chase down that tether and pull the weave back from unravelling even if it'll tear you apart. And even if nobody realises how close their lives are to ending, even if nobody respects you for it.
You have to look the most powerful people alive in the eye and plead with them to fucking help you for god's sake knowing it's a crisis and if you don't take action right now instead of waiting for it to get worse... being able to tell them 'I told you so' will be no solace at all.
And fuckin.... if fantasy stories are there to give us hope for ourselves, nothing hits as directly as the journey from "It's not that bad, why should we put anything on the line for you?" to
That hope means something very real to me.
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Characterization
Giving Your Character a Unique Voice
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⤠ elements to keep in mind
↠ age, background, birthplace, culture, education, social class
⤠ attitude / traits
↠ how does their attitude affect their voice? sarcastic? sincere? suspicious? confident? ambitious? impatient? silly? determined? kind? honest?
⤠ author voice vs character voice
↠ your descriptive writing shouldn’t sound like your character’s dialogue; you are your own person as the author and your character is their own person — you would speak differently (an exception is if you’re writing in first person and it’s your primary character speaking)
⤠ bad habits
↠ interrupting? finishing other people’s sentences? improper grammar?
⤠ catchphrases
↠ what do they say often? what’s their usual greeting?
⤠ concise or wordy
↠ do they rant? do they explain in detail? do they just get to the point?
⤠ don’t rely on accents
↠ your character’s voice should be more complex than simply accents or dialect
⤠ how often they talk
↠ do they say everything on their mind? do they keep to themselves? only say important things? does this change depending on who they’re with?
⤠ humor
↠ what does your character find funny? what kind of jokes do they make, if any? how often do they joke? who do they joke with?
⤠ identify personality type
↠ personality affects speech; consider these types: leader (leads conversation), follower (less vocal / agreeable), antagonist (antagonizes/bullies other characters), questioner (disrupts flow of conversation / questions ideas and intentions), peacemaker (agreeable / finds common ground between characters)
⤠ profanity
↠ do they curse? how often? when do they curse? when they’re angry? being sarcastic? scared? nervous? what curse words do they use?
⤠ realism
↠ your character should speak like a real person; don’t worry as much about grammatical matters; for example, real people don’t always speak in full sentences or use ideal words
⤠ slang
↠ what slang do they use? how often? does this change depending on who they’re with?
⤠ speech quirks
↠ do they stutter? do they hesitate? do they talk fast? or slow? (‘um’, ‘uh’, ‘well’, ‘like’, etc.)
⤠ vocabulary range
↠ how extensive is their vocabulary? do they utilize it in conversation? vocabulary should reflect education
⤠ practice responses (how would your characters respond to these?)
↠ “I have a problem.”
↠ “I don’t like you.”
↠ “Do you like them?”
↠ “What did you think of the show last night?”
↠ “Give me your money and no one gets hurt!”
⤠ tips to know if your character’s voice is effectively unique
↠ if you take away all dialogue tags, could you tell which character is speaking?
↠ could your readers tell the character’s body language based solely on speech?
↠ if you say your dialogue aloud, does it sound like a natural, realistic conversation?
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For the character ask game: Jan, 10, 16, 18?
10) How they deal with pain.
Not particularly well. He's used to long sea voyages and very adept at coping with a lot of discomfort but he's a militarized accountant before he's a soldier or even a gunner. He lives largely in his own company and his own head and is pretty good at ignoring basic needs like hunger or thirst for long and periodically detrimental periods of time to focus on a task at hand. Pain very much disrupts that and is more emotionally distressing than it is physically. Doubly so if he has to interact with people he's unfamiliar with. Says something about him that the two more enduring romantic relationships he has stemmed from the aftermath of Jan getting royally fucked up.
16) Their sexuality
Questionable. Jan's sex life is extremely prone to being transactional. Not always in a monetary way, he and Port are genuinely very fond of each other and do a lot of You scratch my backside, I fuck yours back and forth and have for centuries, but his commitment to Protestantism saw a very harsh breakdown in his sex life. It was at an all-time low when he got dropped into Japan in 1600, and he’s very, very surprised to see very open and obvious bisexual behaviour amongst Japanese aristocrats. Even the shoguns in this era were known to take lovers of both sexes. Kiku and Jan’s frenzied attempts to understand Japanese culture and please Kiku to remain under his protection and then keep both his place as a retainer and then later his trade post see him doing the socio-sexual version of a full body screenshot and never be the same.
18) Special talents they have
He is a whizz at math. There is a reason the Dutch invented capitalism. He’s absolutely batshit talented with pretty much any accounting system. Jan can find money and turn it into more money, calculate rationing in his head, etc. This applies to his ability to learn languages, too. He views most languages through a mathematical lens and is pretty good at breaking them down and learning how they work relatively quickly. He’s a surprisingly good artist, if in a somewhat technical way. He only got interested in it after a lot of the history of realism came into being though.
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