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fefairys · 6 months

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this is one is important as fuck i see so many people not understand this and it drives me crazy

"Sburb ruins, mythic challenges, and personal quests generally tend to come off as shallow busywork, stage props, or set pieces in a spurious Hero's Journey. Rose either faintly glimpses this truth at this early stage, or she's just hitting her rebellious teen stride. Either way, she doesn't take the surface value of the quest seriously at all, and only wants to smash it apart and loot the secrets. My sense is that the average reader reacts to this impulse unfavorably. Because readers watch the formula play out so often, they are trained heavily to respect the journey of the hero, to anticipate and crave its fulfillment, to see it as something verging on contractual in their relationship with a story. So a gut-response to this recklessness is like, "ROSE, NO! STOP THAT! You simply must complete your quest and play the rain!" What comes with this view is the feeling that her evolution as a character is only being delayed for a bit while she gets some anti-narrative foolishness out of her system, and then we'll get down to business and watch her do her quest, play a whole BUNCH of rain, and reap the narrative satisfaction. There's just one problem: she never does that. This candy-coated Kiddie Kwest is at no point ever taken seriously by Rose or the narrative itself, nor should it be.

When trying to parse character arcs, we look out for certain beacons. So when we hear "play the rain," we're like, ah, GOT IT. That's Rose's arc. Once she finally gets over this destructive teen bullshit, she can wise up, play the rain, and her arc will be finished. Wrong. This is almost a red herring arc. Her quest on this planet, its patronizing presentation, its intrinsic shallowness, is a mirage surrounding her that represents a fully regimented series of milestones for achievement and personal growth, much as society dubiously presents to young people in many forms. The true arc-within-the-arc is actually an upside-down version of what it appears to be. What Rose is doing now, which seems to be misguided recklessness taking her further away from the truth of herself, is actually better seen as a good start to her real journey: breaching the mirage of regimented growth, exposing it for the charade it is, and pulling the truth out of it. The real conflict in her arc comes not from the fact that she refuses to take it seriously, by destroying it and taking shortcuts. It's the opposite. It's that, upon trashing her planet, she continues to have this nagging sense that she should be taking this quest seriously, much like how a young adult may have a nagging sense of guilt that they aren't "being an adult right" by the time they approach adulthood. And this nagging, unanswerable guilt arises from the truth that the regimentation of adulthood is completely fake. It was always a mirage. Learning this, making peace with it, is part of the growing process for many, and it is for her too." -Andrew Hussie

intrinsically queer as fuck, too, btw

#sams reading homestuck again #homestuck #rose #i also see this in particular interpreted as a 'writing mistake' from hussie #no. its on purpose.

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stardusted-bookworm · 2 years

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"Desi (/ˈdāsē/) noun: a word used to describe the people, cultures, and products of the Indian subcontinent and their diaspora, derived from Sanskrit देश (deśá), meaning "land, country".

"DesiQuest (/ˈdāsē kwest/) noun: an epic, culturally authentic Dungeons & Dragons actual-play show with an all Desi cast, game mastered by Jasmine Bhullar, that’ll Fire Bolt your brain and Thunderclap your heart.

"It's incredibly rare out here in the US, to create a production that has all Desi cast. We're usually competing with each other for the one guest spot on shows with a similar format. So, whether you are Desi yourself or not, whether you're an experienced player or new to D&D, if you want to see more highly skilled and highly engaging BROWN faces on screen, weaving epic tales inspired by mythology and lore from the Indian sub-continent, then we need YOUR support to make it happen." ~ Kickstarter Description

#i've never wanted to see a project to come to fruition more than this one #a fully south asian cast playing dungeons and dragons?#as a desi person i am OVER THE MOON that this might become a reality #please if you can help back this project #please please #critical role #dimension 20 #cr #d20 #jasmine bhullar #sandeep parikh #rekha shankar #anjali bhimani #desiquest

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theunderestimator-2 · 1 year

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Punk Rock Utd: an all-star team of various musicians of the late-’70s London rock scene playing charity football matches in 1979 against Shoot! Magazine and a TV sporting celebrities team and ending up playing at Stamford Bridge Chelsea FC ground, as captured by Bob Legon for Smash Hits.

L-R, back row: Bill Stewart (Island Record’s talent spotter), Gen X’s Billy Idol, Robert (4″Be2″s roadie), Sex Pistol’s Paul Cook & Gen X’s Tony James.

front row: Mike James (Tony’s brother), 4″Be2″s /John Lydon’s younger brother Jimmy, Sex Pistol Steve Jones, 4″Be2″s Paul Young, Gerry O’Donnell (loan from Celtic), the Skids’ Richard Jobson & Thin Lizzy’s Phil Lynott on the far right playing “spot the ball”, to quote the original caption.

London promoter, DJ, manager & member of 4" Be 2" & The Bollocks Brothers Jock McDonald along with Faebhean Kwest of Cuddly Toys & Raped organized the event and Killing Joke’s Youth, one-hit reggae wonder Dan-I and some more presumably took part as well, while the part of the hooligan crowd was performed by The Upstarts’ Tomy Mensi.

(via, via, via, via, via, via, via)

#punk rock #early punk scene #1979 #punk #steve jones #paul cook #sex pistols #4Be2s #generation x #billy idol #tony james #the skids #richard jobson #thin lizzy phil lynott #people #football

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heliopauseentertainments · 1 month

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Coffee Kwest 2

Continuity: IDW1

Rating: General

Characters: Prowl

Warnings: Crack, Comedy, Not Beta Red

Summary: In which Prowl, certain of sabotage to his vital office equipment, seeks an emergency alternative to his malfunctioning stimulant brewer.

Crossposting: AO3 | Dreamwidth

Fic under cut. See AO3 for complete notes.

The chronometer screaming bright red digits into the early morning darkness of Prowl’s office tried to tell him he had stayed up far too late.

Another night of unpaid overtime.

Prowl’s level of seniority in the slowly demilitarizing Autobot-Neutral coalition government on New Cybertron meant he no longer qualified for it; his level of responsibility was too great for his time alone to affect the budgets beyond a baseline salary.

None of that stopped him from working more than the schedule strictly demanded. There was too much to do and none of it would get done if he didn’t personally do it or dictate to someone else exactly how it needed to be accomplished. That would be the only way anything would get done and get done right.

Setting down one of the datapads he had been transcribing report data from, Prowl took a routine look at the fuel mug on his desk. Given the thin film of stimulant-laced fuel glowing sadly at the bottom of the mug, it was time to top it up. Another cup of adulterated fuel would give him the boost he needed to make it to sunrise.

The brewing machine was, of course, waiting faithfully on the other side of his office, stationed on a shelf over a cabinet full of supplies. Cubes of plain fuel were stacked neatly in the cabinet, but that was the only tidy aspect of the set up.

Other accouterments were scattered about the cabinet and shelf in disarray. Half-open stimulant syrup packets leaked onto surfaces until they had dehydrated into a glue-like adhesive. Flecks of other additives were sprinkled here and there, in some places stuck in the stimulant-glue and in others forming a tacky dust.

Prowl had, once upon a time, tried to keep his stimulant preparation area in some semblance of order, but, as everything had worn on over the years, it had become… lower priority.

With a sigh, he brushed aside some of the clutter that had tried to attach to the brewer’s carafe. One of the gluey remained adhered until he picked it off. A blob of residue lingered on the glass.

It was fine.

A problem for another time.

Or the cleaning staff if he ever felt comfortable letting them in here. Who knew what alternative motives they could have had? Who knew who they were really working for?

A small amount of fuel remained in the carafe, long cold and scorched.

Prowl simply poured that minuscule remainder into his mouth before setting the carafe up for a fresh brewing cycle. The brewer’s additives and syrup holders were refilled to meet his specifications. The brewing cycle’s settings were dialed. Everything would be just like it was supposed to be every other time.

However, when Prowl pressed the power button… nothing happened. Again and again, he tried the button, in case it was just faulty. Something was deeply wrong.

This brewer had served him faithfully for many years now. There was no reason it would simply give up now. There was no other explanation but the obvious.

Sabotage.

Standing in front of the quiet, dark brewer, Prowl could feel the impending embrace of exhaustion pulling at the edges of his consciousness.

Without this brewer and its products, Prowl’s energy levels would never get him to sunrise in several hours. Someone had clearly managed to bypass all of the security measures on his office to interfere with his work, someone who would benefit from even the slightest interruption in the review of incoming data.

The situation had to be rectified immediately. Before he could even begin to search for the infiltrator responsible for this unabashed assault on his professional competency.

It was too late at night to submit a proper requisition request through the appropriate official channels. Emergency measures were required.

Only one viable option was left remaining to him.

Vagueslist, a gray market Extranet network of independent “vendors” selling various goods and services with minimal audit trails, was Prowl’s only recourse.

Of course, he knew the risks; there were many. They ran the gambit from a defective product to minor scams to inexperienced money laundering fronts to bait for trafficking. There was also the more personally applicable chance that there wasn’t someone selling what he was looking for in the immediate area. Unlikely, given the website’s vast, morally flexible userbase.

Prowl rushed back to his desk, frantically tapping the necessary commands into his console with more strokes to rectify hastily mistyped keys than he would have ever admitted to in a court of law.

Typically, this website was a tool his department used for investigative purposes, sometimes even setting up fake offers or requests to bait criminals or suspects or otherwise chasing down leads. Tonight, however, Prowl looked through the ugly bulletin board in earnest, cycling through various keywords in the search function.

Very few results popped up, at least within Iacon’s city limits. Sure, he could drive farther but time before the inescapable exhaustion kicked in was steadily ticking away. He only had so much time and he couldn’t afford to drive for an hour or two round trip, let alone one way.

One result, however, stood out to him.

“Free Stimulant Brewr, Good cOndition, As Is”

The typos and shanix symbols plastered throughout the title were typical of offers on this platform. Allegedly, they had just gotten a newer, better one to replace the freebie. Critically, the location was a precious few neighborhoods away. The item was left out on the “seller’s” balcony for pick up by whomever wanted it whenever was convenient.

Including the middle of the night.

Prowl didn’t even bother responding to the ad. It wouldn’t matter. It was free and out there for the grabbing anyway.

It didn’t even matter was model it was, only that it would work.

His wheels protested as he tore through the darkened streets, following his GPS to the coordinates in the ad.

He could only hope that some other desperate mech hadn’t also seen the ad and already swiped up the machine. This was his only chance, the one shot he had to defeat the impending exhaustion brought upon him by the sabotage of his own brewer.

There was no time left for any alternatives.

Prowl skidded to a stop around a corner. The address should have been the building in front of him, so close….

Up upon a balcony four levels up, lit only by a flickering, undervolting lantern, sat what looked to be his prize: a free, “gently used” brewer.

It would be faster to scale the structure rather than go around to try and find public access stairs. Time was ticking and exhaustion was still creeping into his mind.

Hand over hand, Prowl awkwardly pulled himself up onto the first railing to reach for lower edge of the balcony just overhead.

He could do this. He had to do this.

Clenching his jaw shut, he climbed, disregarding the fact that he could easily be mistaken for some kind of degenerate prowler, bent on either thievery or mischief.

After a few minutes of struggling, he was nearly in reach of the brewer. He stretched his hand out towards his prize, the cheap material of the brewer’s casing gleaming in the light of the weak lantern. It would be his—

Just as his hand closed on the far side of the brewer, a loud sniffing noise came from nearby, like a creature snuffling about in the garbage looking for choice refuse. He paused, barely hanging onto the balcony by one shaking arm.

What appeared to be a rotund mechanimal, about the size of small cassetticon and variegated gray and black in color, sat on the balcony’s ledge, near the brewer as it preened dust and debris from the articulated plating of its banded tail. Its paws were more like hands, meant clearly for climbing and committing all manner of crimes.

The glint in its optics as it stared at Prowl promised hijinks.

“No,” he told the creature, certain in his exhaustion that it cared for whatever he had to say. “That’s mine.”

As though to spite him, the creature put its terrible little hands on the sides of the brewer, pulling it away.

“Stop! Thief!”

Prowl scrabbled with his already extended hand to yank the brewer back from the creature.

It hissed at him.

Seeing no other option, Prowl threw himself upward, grabbing the brewer with both arms.

The creature relented, releasing the brewer and clambering away.

However, he could not celebrate his victory.

Prowl found air rushing up around him… before he and the brewer collided with the road below the balcony.

It had taken an act of iron will to not fall asleep in a heap after his… gravity-induced setback.

Thankfully, his new brewer had survived impact, having been cradled safely under Prowl’s bumper.

Slapping the access codes to his office into the panel next to the door, Prowl himself had been grateful to escape the encounter with just scrapes and dents… and sore struts.

Exhaustion continued to creep into his processor. Automated alerts requesting that he recharge were dismissed with a self-executing macro that he had set up ages ago, but even now Prowl couldn’t deny that his processing speed was suffering from the lack of recharge, the lack of stimulant-laced fuel. The focal rings in his optics kept spiraling out, making his vision intermittently fuzzy while his processor struggled to adjust the calculations to resolve the feed.

When the door finally opened after several tries of the code, he staggered across towards where his old, sabotaged brewer waited.

With a wave of his arm, he knocked items off the shelf, clearing space for the new brewer. Accouterments and paraphernalia clattered to the floor as he set his prize down.

Prowl grabbed the old brewer, lifting it up as he prepared to sacrifice it to the floor. One thing, however, caught his eye.

The power cable of the old brewer dangled down, disconnected from the wall socket.

Prowl squinted, taking the cable and plugging its jack back into the wall.

With a cheerful beep, the brewer powered on, telling Prowl it was ready to make him however much warm stimulant he wanted.

It wasn’t the upending of Prowl’s desk that summoned the security guards, but the echoing howl that accompanied it.

#fic #maccadam #prowl #idw1 #one shot

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worldsofzzt · 8 months

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Source “Kwest” by Oryx-de-Cow/Voighdt (1999) Published by: Red Aureole [KWEST.ZZT] - “” Play This World Online

#Oryx-de-Cow #Voighdt #Kwest #kwest

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red-and-black-forever · 8 months

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I also happen to love Sadie and Kwest together and I also wished that they had ended up together. I think Sadie and Kwest would only be broken up for 6 months because I honestly I cannot see Sadie with Darius or Kwest with another Woman. I think Sadie would try to move on with Darius but I think it will fail because she would realize no matter she would never stop loving Kwest. I think that Kwest will try to move from Sadie by dating other women but those dates will never go past a first date. I think that eventually Sadie and Kwest will get back together before Jude returns from London. They would get married before Jude returns from London. They would visit Jude when they can and they would ended up halving kids who will go with them to visit Jude. I think once Jude and Tommy would ended up getting married Sadie and Kwest's kids will be apart of Jude and Tommy's wedding party.

#instant star #sadie + kwest #sadie #kwest

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icedmetaltea · 1 year

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Book suggestions for you!

Johannes Cabal the Necromancer

(one of my all time favorites, if you like dark humor and a main character dragged kicking and screaming into caring about other people(at least a little bit) you'll love it too!)

The Murderbot Series

(the first book is All Systems Red. Personally my favorite book so far is Artificial Condition (book 2) but seriously they're all bangers. Somewhat short too, if you need something to ease you back into reading full length books)

Tales from the Gas Station

(just read them. Seriously you will not regret it. Jack Townsend is a freaking gift for writing that series and I will scream about that series till the sun goes down)

For stuff that's got some spice😉

Anything by Kathryn Anne Kingsley. My personal favorite of hers is the Julian Strande story, but they're all super good.

Anything by R. Lee Smith. The Last Hour of Gann and Land of the Beautiful Dead, as well as Cottonwood are superb. Just a warning though, these stories are massive- I'm talking 500+ pages. Not that they ever feel like it- these suckers really pull you in.

Anyways! Those are some recs from off the top of my head! If you need more I got plenty, just ask. Also I'd like to say that your writing also makes my list of favorites:) Thanks for sharing your writing with us.

Thank u so much for all the recs!!

#Answer tag #Metaltea Talks #dragonkwest #Also that comment at the end rwjgireigerigwr my hEART #Stop being so nice ur gonna kill meee #book recs #*gives kwest a box filled with unspeakable horrors that are in fact very nice and kind*

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witchblade · 1 year

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im trying to think what else do i need to do before i get my ass beat by margit

#im not doing the edgar kwest yet last time i did it i was in hell at a much later level #uem i got alexander i found d ummm #i got my jelly guy #i dont think margit locks anything but i cont recall

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parker-fyraga · 8 months

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Lost Ascension Art Showcase!

Part 1

Today was the the second stream for the Sequence Break Lost Ascension One Shot:

Qobold Kwest

And to celebrate, I thought I’d share all the art I made that were showcased on these streams! Now the thing is, I must be careful, or a certain boss man will destroy me, so only stuff that was shown and stuff given consent from said boss man will be shown.

Spoilers for both streams and the Lost Ascension Campaign

First off are the two player characters I was given the privilege, “Minion” played by Mikey and “Noks” played by Amy. All Mikey told me about Minion was to make him magical, so I did just that, along with the requested orb and scale color. Then Noks was requested by Amy to have a very Bloodborne style of dress and a crossbow, and while he has black scales I’ve chosen to give him a purple tint so the scale color doesn’t clash with his line art.

Then there’s this “recolor” of minion. Now that’s in quotes because the actual canvas file for Minion got corrupted and was unsalvageable, so I just found the same picture and redrew it from scratch at a higher scale. This was a bitch do to.

After that, are these two monsters. The prompts for each were a corrupted frog and a corrupted sheep. Both have black bodies with the white veins to symbolize what I interpret the corruption to look like in game. The orange on the corrupted sheet is to give a design flare for the fiery powers it has, and the frog is just all around adorable!

The Kobolds! These little bastards were fun to draw, especially my children: Gehro, Zett, and Mog. The first three at the top right were meant to be the “Metallic” Kobolds, which were discriminated against due to their scale color, which I utilized in their roughed up demeanor. The chromatic I drew weren’t important characters, and were more generic npc designs, which is why they are recolors for the most part.

Now these Kobolds are more filler characters, but for specified enemy types, those being casters and brutes. I chose the colors they have based on the scale color lore to see what fit what scale type. The brutes have a bit of permanent corruption on them to give them some uniqueness as well.

These three were some generic designs made for the campaign as civilians. The human male was done for recolors so there were differences between the characters Richard assigned them. The cat girl was a design made with the intent of crossing a halfling with a tabaxi, and it works even better with a corrupted tail.

#dnd #ttrpg art #dnd commission #dnd art #sequence break #dnd 5e art #kobold #dnd campaign #dnd 5e campaign #dnd 5e oc #dnd 5e

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