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I request Tallests ship art pretty please
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Here you go, you menace
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AITA for bitching about fics I dislike on my blog?
as a foreword, this is kind of a non-issue and no one's ever told me to stop, but I'm curious what other people think of fandom etiquette.
the fandom: a fairly small one. 2.4k fics on ao3 small. I recognize most people posting in its tumblr tag small. if I tell you the name of the source you'd almost definitely be able to find me small.
the source: pornographic, which means everyone involved is or should be an adult. it's BL with a switch MC, but the fandom overwhelmingly prefers bottom MC/top LIs (love interests), to the point where I've had people be astonishingly rude to me because my favorite character is a bottom LI and some of my friends have been outright harassed for the same. I used to not care about sex positions in the slightest, but now when I see bottom MC fanworks I can't help but remember how poorly I was treated.
the fics: wildly and inexplicably popular, even though they are, frankly, poorly written. it's eternal bottom MC turned up to 11, complete with copious amounts of OOCness in order to turn every ship into the worst ye olde yaoi gender roles dynamic you can imagine. it's things like MC, canonically a 23yo plank of a dudeguy, being written as a big titted milf in his 40s (which is made more confusing by the fact that one of the LIs is already a big titted milf). it's also things like the MC being written as disliking sex and having to be coerced into it when one of the most charming things about him is that he's a hilarious sex pest, or writing the LIs sexually harassing the MC when they really would never do that. I've likened it to replacing the characters with OCs that share the same name and my friends have agreed with me. I'm honestly convinced that the author and his readers don't actually like any of the characters if they feel the need to change everyone so thoroughly.
why I might be an asshole: it's assholish to hate on free fanworks, and I've bitched about these fics on my public tumblr blog. the fandom is small enough that there's a non-zero chance of it getting back to the author and a reasonable chance that fans of the fics have seen my bitching. I'm probably projecting the hostility I've received onto someone who's done absolutely nothing to me, and I am absolutely just straight up jealous that their fics get better stats than mine. I may also be being an asshole to myself, because being critical of other people's fics has made my hypercritical of my own.
why I don't think I'm an asshole: I think everyone has the right to be bad at things, but I also think everyone has the right to be a little hater. I don't put the fandom tag on these posts; they stay on my blog and my blog alone, and if later on I feel like I was unfairly vitriolic I'll delete the posts. I only post on tumblr because I'm certain the author in question only uses twitter, which dramatically lowers the odds of him stumbling across my posts. the fics are so popular that it's definitely possible that their fans would see my posts, but I think it's unlikely that they'd bother looking at my blog because 99% of my posts are about one of the bottom LIs. I have never and would never leave comments on the fics themselves, and I generally try to keep the bitchy posts to a minimum; it's far from a constant thing.
tl;dr - I publicly bitch about fics that (in my opinion) are poorly written and extremely OOC, under the assumption that it's unlikely the author would ever see it. AITA?
What are these acronyms?
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Space Weather and Shuwogs
This ship didn’t have any humans onboard either, but they did have an extra spacesuit in one-size-fits-most human measurements. It smelled, predictably, like feet. It was also a little short for me, but I could deal with a bit of tightness in the shoulders. Much better than braving an actual spacewalk with just a cheap air shield.
They needed my long human fingers, you see.
“It’s between these panels,” explained the small lizardy being beside me. Her suit was the same boring gray as mine, but the face behind the dome was a yellow more eye-searing than the ship. She was a very businesslike lemon lizard. “We have tools somewhere that can probably reach it, but those might scratch the surface, and anyway an idiot who shall remain nameless put them in the wrong place. No idea where they are. Go ahead and grab it if you can. Then we can finish welding.” She waved back toward the pair of crewmembers waiting with repair gear.
“No rush,” called the other lizardy Heatseeker, her scales a mottled orange. “It’s a nice view out here.” She pointed her tail down at the moon we were orbiting. “Lovely clear space weather.”
“Yes, rush,” grumbled the bug alien in a segmented exo suit. His gray outfit was decorated with adhesive spangles and fake gemstones, which was certainly a choice. From what I could see under the dome, his praying-mantis face was gaudy purple and similarly decorated. This sure was a colorful crew.
And they were waiting on me. I took a magnetic-booted step towards the damaged area. “Is the meteorite hot?” I asked. Probably a dumb question, since it had hit the ship hours ago, but better dumb than dead from air loss.
“No, no,” the yellow Heatseeker said with a wave of her tiny hand. “Just a bit of junk where it shouldn’t be. Honestly, I would have gotten a Strongarm to pull it out, but the tentacle arms on their suits are thin and flexible; they might tear. Yours has armored fingers.”
“That it does,” I said. I appreciated that armor. “All right, let me see. Not sure I can reach that far. Does this plate pull out farther?”
“Yup.” She waved the bug alien over. “Put those mighty blades to work. Mind you don’t bop her in the face with a shuwog.”
“Shuwog?” I asked as he proudly clicked his way over, pincher arms at the ready.
The orange Heatseeker burst into song. “WHAT THE HELL IS A SHUWOG?” she bellowed, making me jump. “Someone tell me ‘bout the shuwog. All the times I’ve heard shuwog … nothing rhymes with a shuwog … c’mon explain it to meeee…”
“That doesn’t answer my question,” I said.
"It's a song!" she replied.
"An annoying song," the bug guy muttered as he fit his pincher blades into the opening.
"But what's the answer?" I asked.
The orange Heatseeker pushed the repair kit forward and launched into an explanation. "In the Mesmer language, the term for that part of their arm translates as 'Sacred Hinge Upon Which Our Glorious Blade Arms Pivot to Eviscerate Pathetic Prey-Beings.’ That makes the massive acronym 'SHUWOGBAPEPPB.' It shortens to shuwog, and the band The Loud Ones just came out with a song about it, which is very catchy..."
The Mesmer cranked on the panel with more violence than necessary, and held it open for me. "Stupid song," he said. "Disrespectful."
“No it’s not! It honors the sacredness of your arm parts! And makes a catchy dance tune.”
I edged around him to peer into the crevice and reach for the meteorite. "So a shuwog is…"
"Wrist," said the yellow Heatseeker. "It's his wrist. The bendy part. Their language is unnecessarily flowery."
"Very necessary!" the Mesmer objected. “To showcase our glory!”
I closed my armored fingers on the space rock and pulled it out with nary a scrape. “Got it!” I held it up in triumph, ready to say more, but stopped when something bounced off the hull near my head.
"Shrapnel! Get inside!" the yellow one shouted. The others were already scrambling for the hatch.
"Did we do a full orbit already??" asked the orange one, struggling with the repair kit.
The Mesmer looped a pincher through the straps and dragged her along with it. "Yes."
I kept close, hunching my shoulders as more small things hit different parts of the ship. The crewmembers tumbled through the hatch and pulled me along with them, slamming it behind me just before a large chunk of something whanged into it. I managed to smack my arm on the bulkhead, but took no other damage.
"Everybody okay?" the yellow one asked. The others said yes.
"Yeah, just a bump," I said, realizing I was still holding the space rock. I moved it to my other hand and shook my arm dramatically. "Ow. Right in the shuwog."
The glare that the Mesmer gave me, with angled antennas and flaring mouthparts, was balanced out by the bray of laughter from the orange Heatseeker. Even the yellow one snorted.
"Sorry. My wrist's not sacred," I told him.
The orange one was still laughing. "Sure it is!" she said. "It helped get the rock out from behind the panel! Saved the day! We can finish the repairs as soon as the junk cloud is past."
"That may be a while," said the yellow one. "I'll check with--"
"Let's sing to pass the time! C'mon, I'll teach you the words."
The Mesmer slammed a button to open the door between the airlock and hallway (with his shuwog) and flounced out, stomping with all four feet. He took off his helmet as he went. "Call me when it's time to weld. I will be ANYWHERE else."
"Party pooper. Anyway, it starts with a drum solo..."
The yellow Heatseeker left on official business while the orange one trailed out into the hallway before settling down to explain at length.
I followed. The hallways were tall enough for me to stand up on this ship.
“The chorus is the best part, but even the background singers have a good time. If you can say ‘shuwogbapeppb’ a few times in a row, you’ve got it. And the beat is so danceable!”
I set the rock down on the floor next to my helmet, listened to asteroid chunks raining down outside, and I learned a very catchy song.
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I’m exploring backstory in honor of the book coming out soon. There are so many adventures to be had!
#humans are weird#this one came from a conversation about what term to use#so glad I found a way to actually use it in a story#my writing#Robin Bennett#the Token Human#at first that was just the name of the comics#but it occurs to me that if I make the upcoming novel into a series#that would make a fine series name#looking forward to it#humans are space orcs#haso#earth is a deathworld#hfy
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AITA for falling in love again after having my heart completely wrecked?
Okay so here's the situation. I (35f, elf) met this wizard (35m, human) by complete chance last year after we both got swept up by a mind flayer ship and had tadpoles inserted into our brains. i knew pretty much from the moment we met that i was in love with him, and though it took a while for us to get together, once we did... i don't use the word soulmate lightly, but i was pretty sure he was mine.
my wizard used to be Mystra's chosen. tl;dr they were lovers, and he tried to impress her by going after a piece of lost magic that should've stayed lost. it nearly killed him, he lost mystra's favor, and became a walking nuke.
as it turns out, the piece of lost magic was actually part of the Karsite Weave-- ya know, the shit that temporarily killed Mystra once upon a time-- and the only way to diffuse the bomb in my wizard's chest was to get the Crown of Karsus and bring it to Mystra to be destroyed. only, the crown was on top of the Netherbrain's head, so to get it, we had to deal with that.
together with our friends, my wizard and i defeated the Netherbrain, and the Crown of Karsus broke into pieces and fell into the Chionthar. but here's the thing: instead of doing the smart thing and deciding to retrieve the Crown, bring it to Mystra, become her chosen again, and have the bomb in his chest removed forever, my wizard decided it was in his best interest to find the Crown, reforge it, and ascend to godhood himself.
i told him not to do it. begged him not to, actually, but in his mind asking him not to meant that i thought he couldn't do it, which only increased his desire to become a god-- just to prove everyone wrong.
he left me the day we defeated the Netherbrain to go search for the Crown. he didn't ask me to come with him, he declined when i asked him to stay, and he walked away from me without so much as a kiss goodbye.
i won't go into the details, but his departure broke me in a way i've never been broken before. i was devastated and assumed a lot of really unhealthy coping mechanisms because of it.
enter my vampire (250?m, elf)-- this man was one of the people my wizard and i defeated the Netherbrain with. he watched our relationship from it's very first moments to the moment i collapsed on the docks in tears because my wizard left me. he stayed by my side for a tenday after my wizard left, because he didn't want me to be alone, and he (and our other friends) were worried i might do something stupid.
the vampire has always been a good friend to me, and three months ago, we became more than friends. as it turns out, he'd been in love with me this whole time and let it go because i was happy with the wizard. the vampire picked up the pieces i'd broken into and painstakingly put them back together, and i fell in love with him in the process.
last week, the wizard came back out of NO WHERE, after being gone for a full year. he'd ascended to godhood and was finally coming back to "give me everything" and "take me to Elysium."
i told him no, and that i was with the vampire now, and he took it....poorly, to say the least. the wizard seemed SHOCKED that i said no, that i'd moved on, and had the audacity to tell me i BETRAYED him and his trust by not waiting for him. not to mention, his "apology" for leaving could hardly be called an apology, it wasn't even sincere.
to be clear, the wizard did not explicitly ask me to "wait for him," nor did he try to contact me at all while he was gone. honestly by the third month of radio silence, i'd given up hope that he was coming back. he claims i must have never truly loved him or believed in him by assuming so.
AITA for moving on???
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first of all, i'll give you a fair warning, euphemia; this is not going to be as nice an ask like the one sent before by someone who was clearly far too polite to your thick skulled self. especially considering you didn't even answer their question. i'm sure you won't publicly answer this ask anyways, since you're a quivering pussy.
(this is the point of no return. feel free to not read the rest of this ask, since you claim to not like confrontation.)
anyways, to be quite honest with you, i don't think you even truly comprehended what was being said in that ask other than your being wrong, which you took immediate offense to like an impulsive hothead with no self control would. speaking of which, congratulations! congratulations on finally admitting to being a victim-playing, self-righteous hypocrite, who is dumb enough to publicly hate on one half of a ship that you actively participate in the community of. seriously, what did you THINK was going to happen?
really, just...wow. never before have i ever seen such a whiny little bitch in the tomarry community, and that's saying something. this entire community is composed ONLY of whiny little bitches. i mean, be real with me for a second. for someone who claims to not want confrontation, you sure seem to keep asking for it by spewing your hot rancid takes all over the place. have you never heard of the T.H.I.N.K. (is it true? is it helpful? is it inspiring? is it necessary? is it kind?) acronym before? you'd greatly benefit from it. you MUST like the attention to some extent, but can't handle criticism in any way, shape, or form, so you have to play the victim card so people are forced to infantilize you and pull their punches. meanwhile, you can get off mostly scott-free, and get the "thrill" of being in a "debate", when really it's just another person trying their best to give you honest critique on your character and the way you act, and you vehemently, and rather ignorantly, not acknowledging any of it, and making an entirely different point on why you're not in the wrong. it's the most nonsensical and inane form of recrimination you can do, not that recrimination is something to be proud of either. and for the record, blocking them after saying your a whole lot of nothing is also not a "debate". i won't even go into the whole 'immediately blocking someone for breathing an inkling of criticism my way' system you've got going on. that's certainly not any form of debate. it's not even the sort of "debate" YOU like to do, which you previously had claimed to enjoy. it's pathetic.
(frankly, this is sickening behavior. i am genuinely sickened by you. you have zero consideration for others, and that is why i am utterly disgusted by you.)
i am aware that you are young, but you should be old enough that you hold at least a modicum of self awareness for christ's sake. you're legally considered an adult in most countries; act like it. i'm also hoping that your young age means you'll eventually grow out of whatever strange "criticizing" phase that you're in right now. oh, and for the record, it's not "criticizing" that you're doing, or whatever other bullshit name you call it. you're actively pissing all over people's passions and interests, and don't seem to feel guilty about it in the least when they freely admit to you that what you're doing affects them negatively. you just don't acknowledge it. not even the slightest bit of accountability from you. so disgraceful.
this is a side note more than anything, but the way you throw out "facts" and "evidence" to support your hot takes are just...well, plain wrong? i honestly question why you'd even think these things, or put them in your posts since they're either not true, or don't correlate to whatever point you're trying to make. i sometimes wonder if we're even reading the same material.
i won't be citing any direct sources in this ask from either the books or your posts, because in all honesty, i don't want to waste my time trying to talk to a brick wall if i have the choice. but if you'd actually like to have a real, intelligible debate, just post something on your account, or even better, shoot me a pm so we can talk. i'll cite direct examples to disprove, or at least broaden your mind a bit, regarding most of your volatile posts either in pms or in another ask if you'd like. but again, i'm sure you won't do either of those things, because you simply can't handle the fact that you can't shit in someone's cereal, and expect them to be fine with it, with no repercussions to yourself.
i hope this rant at the very least made you think about your actions moving forward. remember the T.H.I.N.K. acronym?
have a lovely day 😊
for the record, i did not block anyone interacting with my posts, they blocked me. they could've replied, but they didn't.
calling me a "quivering pussy" while hiding behind a burner account... why don't you say it to my face you dumbass bitch.
anywaysssss do i at least get an award for being the Whiniest Thick-skulled Bitch with a Quivering Pussy number 1?
wdym repercussions? bro this is tumblr . com i am talking about fictional men in the Harry Potter universe boning each other it's not that serious 🙄 if you wanted to contradict me with your sources you could have replied instead of sending me this threatening wall of text. i do answer them, so i'm not the best brick wall unfortunately. maybe i should try harder.
and it's not my job to coddle strangers on the internet. if they don't like what they see, they should do something about it, not RUDELY scream at me under my own posts.
#if people can point out what i said wrong without calling me names maybe i might look into it#you don't know me you don't get to call me names and expect me to take into consideration what youre saying#wah wah cry about it#also i dmed them and they said they were going to sleep so 🤷♀️#turning off reblogs because i know people will agree with this person and i dont want to hear it#if you want to talk shit about me make your own post#Edit: i blocked them because i realised i truly don't care 🤗🤗🤗 peace and love
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Oh, maybe you'd like to share how we should name your creator-sona (are you a corporation ? an artist/writer or director/scenarist duo ? A lonely soul ? Do you have pronuns ? Names ?
You may also want to share your pronouns / prefered way of address as a pollrunner (do you want them to be the same when you're in character and aren't, etc)
Just a few ideas of things we could decide together :
- the fandom tag : AROIS / Rose of Ice / Icerose / etc
- how fans are called (I have absolutely no idea)
- how old it is (probably depends a bit on the genre (video games from 1903 aren't that numerous)
- is it a reboot/rewritting etc if the overall genre allows that kind of thing
- how popular the work / important the fandom is : are we more likely to lament nobody knows it or tell people who say it's overrated to let live ?
- ship names once we get the names for the characters sorted (or you've named them) (that would be fun for later : I never understood why x and y shipname is djkd when they could have gotten away with jkke)
This looks amazing, sincerely.
I can't wait to see people screaming about how happy they are their (often underated) blorbo made the cut and telling people off (nicely) for comparing the mirror scene with the one in that other film when it's honestly superior and ranting about the living-room's blue certains.
Well first off, I suppose I'll introduce myself as mod Zero, I'm an "any pronouns[except she/he]" kinda person but I don't mind if people stick to "they/them" for me,
and when using the [in character] voice, I'm talking not really as a creator but simply as a passionate fan who wanted to make a bracket for a small fandom that didn't get enough attention
So far, the tag I've been using for this is "ice rose summer", and if I had to decide on an official acronym I'd pick RoIiS
I'm not really one for naming fans, lol, but if someone else wants to come up with that one have fun
Let's say that A Rose of Ice in Summer came out in the 2000s, probably not a rewrite or reboot of an older thing that's just too many levels of meta for me right now,
In the Intro Post I lamented not seeing these characters in other brackets, so, smaller fandom, but clearly a very dedicated and passionate smaller fandom
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M****************** Minion Marketplace: Fucked up robot things one of my exes made
(So I wrote up an OC thing, slime CEO fucker I’ve drawn before. Honestly I could have them be talking about anything and they’d still be fun to write. May make this minion marketplace thing a series, may also make this a comic. However currently I’m working on drawing up a big comic, it’s my first one ever and it seems to be going well.)
“So you’re thinking of becoming a super villain? Yeah you’re not fooling anybody “for the good of mankind” folks if you’re on my site you know what you’re getting into. My name is Delmonico, that’s right, Isabella Larcroft, don’t ware it out. Just kidding by the way, neither of those are my name, I’m not that stupid.
So anyway I’m known for being the biggest, (in every imaginable way) businessperson in the abyss, and recently I’ve opened up a new market! Evil minions! See I don’t have my own I just put a little me in a corpse and badabing badaboom it’s under my control and I have the one ally I can trust as a minion, me. But some of you are fancy bitches. Also some of you aren’t Abyssfolk. So I figured you’d want minions!
Now, you. Yes you. You’re dumb soft and fucking stupid, and you are feeling overwhelmed with CHOICES! Wonderful choices! So I’m creating this video series to go over the pros and cons of every minion to help YOU match with the evil minion you’ve always been dreaming of!
The first minion on my agenda, if you read the title, is the fucked up robot thing. I call em Skinwalkers, they aren’t, and that’s not what they’re official name is, but listen, I stole them from my ex after he fucked off and died, I get to pick what I name the bloody things.
Ok, so what are they? Skinwalkers are small, lightweight robots, with advanced AIs that mimic real people to a degree but with the ability to mute them if they get too fucking annoying and scream and cry everywhere. Those tears are oil, they stain.
Skinwalkers come in two varieties, big dick energy attack droids, and pathetic and useless service bots. I currently produce both.
BDEADs are PERFECT for your lone assassin, or even mass swarming foot soldiers. They never complain and if they do you can shut them up, they obey any order, they learn, they blend in as human, and they are ARMED. The cons of these is if you ask for them to bring you a nice cup of tea they will make the WORST cup you’ve ever fucking had oh my god like are you fucking stupid? Yeah they are GREAT at fighting and adapting to challenges but getting shit done? Pffft. Get a roomba to clean your house not one of these fucks.
Now, variety too, the roomba in question, aka the useless service bot/USB, Hah acronym is something that exists funny haha. Anyway. USBs are USELESS in a fight, give them a gun and they will somehow manage to shoot themselves. However for personal use as servants, god they’re… good? I dunno they cry a lot when you yell at them and I prefer my help having a spine. Good at the actual job though.
Both these droids are good, one for your wars, the other for your wardrobe, though I can see most of you would be leaning towards the latter, some of you appreciate the finer points of villainy. A villain should be sheik, attractive, sexy, me, not living in a gutter, ugly, bland, everyone else. Be me. Not you. Have a whole staff of minions to do boring shit for you.
Now, finer details. Will they rise up and betray you. For once I’m not lying when I say fuck no. These things HAVE to obey your every command! It’s almost funny. In fact, it is! It’s hilarious! My ex used to quality test each one he made. But that’s expensive and stupid so I just mass produce them and ship them right to your doorstep.
Skinwalkers are covered in a layer of synthetic… skin. Ok who am I fucking kidding here it’s fucking real. They also contain human souls in gem form as a purifier, the humans don’t do shit by the way they’re dead. No hauntings. I may have been crazy to hook up with my ex but not that crazy. Anyway they blend in with humans so good spies.
I could make some that blend in with other species. But you’d have to special order AND supply the cadaver.
Now insurance. You get none and you don’t complain.
Price? All your limbs, not an arm and a leg, all of them. If you had 10 of each.
Do I accept returns? No, also don’t be a pussy.
Can you beat them up? Sure. Go wild.
Do they have a remote to make them explode like a nuke? Yes. Will you be receiving it in your box? Add another 15k to the receipt and sure, otherwise I’m keeping it.
They’re too small. Small but deadly my good sir or madam or better.
Mx Salesperson this seems sketchy. No.
Ok. Buy my shit. Goodbye.”
#oc#monster oc#PH CEO Person#patchwork heart#ouija#ouijathicc#ouija bored#original content#original writing#original character#original work
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when I was 15 & 16 and I was in Sea Cadets, I got to go to Quadra, on the coast, for summer camp, two years running. I did the boatswain I & II courses, which is honestly so all purpose as to defy description.
the first summer, idve been I think 15 & it was Boatswain One (aka bos:n one)was a three week course, and we slept in Tent City (I loved it and still miss it) and my twin sister was in the group next to me. i can't recall all the terminology right now and that's annoying.
so the first year, bos'n 1, we each had a week on the YAGS (wish I could recall what that acronym means). which were a small engine propelled ship. The MarEng's (Marine Engineers, a slightly older and more prestigious & specialized group than junior boatswains) handled the actual facts running of the YAGS, but we got to learn about staffing a ship - standing watches at the different bells, getting up for a night watch, filling out the log book... we each got one watch where we got to navigate.
We were in the channel between Vancouver Island and the mainland, so it was very straightforward sailing.
I really really truly miss the way it felt to fall asleep on the water. I miss my sea legs.
I miss the next year, where I lived on a tallship for two weeks, even more
#gpoy#slice of life#ships#ocean#tallships#look I have Reasons to get nostalgic about Whale weekly okay
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Last Line Tag
Thanks for the tag @emelkae!
Up until work today, the only words I'd written were in ramble outline form, & while that would have made for a funny response, I wanted actual story words to post. XP
Okay there’s a bit of ramble outline under a read more bc I think I’m funny sometimes & I wanna share XD
Distant Light is what I wound up working on today, so have some words!
Day -- what is it, Malle, three? -- day three in a shitty little escape pod with an unexpected six-year-old.
My memory's not any clearer than it was yesterday. I don't remember how we all got separated, or what exactly happened on the ship. What sent us all running.
I hope the others are okay.
Hm -- what's that, Malle?
I introduced myself and everything at the beginning of all this! Who's going to start on day three?
. . . Okay, okay. You win.
This is Shayde Caligari, communications, with Malle Court, Little Brat, originally from the ship Viax.
There. Happy?
What -- no. I don't have enough information for a sitrep -- and how do you even know what that means anyway? What has Riyor been teaching you?
Wait, wait. Malle. Turn around and look at that. Does that look like a station to you?
Those look like human ships. You know what to do? Think your translator's working okay?
Oh, hush. We're from the same planet and I'm fluent in Ciponi, too.
Okay. Let's get out of this pod, kiddo.
^^ Okay, and I’m gonna tag . . . @holyatlas @echoing-sailor @mr-writes & am leaving an open tag for anyone who might wanna join in. Do if you want, don’t worry about it if you don’t. ^^
Ramble Outline Excerpt! Just because xP
Chapter One!
Probably Jax POV because I love them. & I have a thing for prologue-y thing in one POV just to switch to someone else for the actual story. OH. Jax’s ship needs an AI. Because what is space sci-fi without AI? Hmm. [I think AI gets to go by ‘Test’ XP Because Jax is occasionally a lazy bitch who totally didn’t expect this one to actually work, but it did, & by then the name had stuck. Honestly, the full name is probably like, Test_86 for how many attempts it took to get a functioning one that they liked. XD] [& that way I don’t have to figure out the acronym meaning. XP Because I am also something of a lazy bitch who doesn’t know science.]
:) Okay, I’m gonna hit post now.
#tag game tag game#pepsi gets tagged#Distant Light#Shayde Caligari#Malle Court#for now sticking with things like 'six year old' and 'kiddo'#eventually will hit a point where Prouthea gets at least some surface level worldbuilding#like how they measure age & how they refer to their young#((i like the thought of them using like 'sols' but also))#((idk))#okay while I was at work I left the Proutheans' ship name blank as well as the language thing & named them when I got home#so now I'm gonna figure out like#how the Prouthean languages SOUND#bc no I am not creating one new language let alone like#4+#but I can at least figure out whether they're lyrical or if humans would hear a lot of vowel-like sounds or what#:P#okay enough tag ramble#worldbuilding/actual writing now
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PATTY!
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Patty! Thanks for (hopefully) agreeing to be my best man! To celebrate, I made a lil’ mixtape of 20 songs with entries from the 90s that we may regret, to timeless classics from DMB, JT, LOTR, and all the other acronyms in between!
No More “I Love You’s” — Hadn’t heard this in years, and then I played it for you some night in the last year and boom, you knew all the words
Ants Marching — Definitely would’ve been on our Spotify Top 10 lists from basically every year in the 90s
All Falls Down — Ah, take me back to when Kanye popped his collars and let other people edit his music
Cry Me a River — A break-up song for the ages
Peaches — Grown-up music that you liked that I wasn’t really supposed to listen to, but did anyway because I WUZ A REBEL (not)
Feel It Still — Your favorite indie-ish song of the last 10 years
Bitch — Rebellious listening version 2.0
Time — Hootie could do no wrong in the 90s
I Don’t Want to Wait — Dawson and Pacey and Joey and Michelle Williams and other white people gettin’ FREAKY by a small body of water...every Thursday on the WB
I Love You Came Too Late — Picked this one over Jordan Knight because remember that music video in the diner?? (well you will if you check the YouTube playlist)
Make Your Own Kind of Music — SEE YA IN ANOTHA LIFE, BROTHA
One Day More — Cue the memory of Second City’s Lamaze vs. Les Mis sketch
Found/Tonight — Best way to pull in Hamilton AND Dear Evan Hansen
Dick in a Box — Had to include some JT SNL aka “Bring it on down to ____ville!”
Faith — I honestly didn’t want to include Limp Bizkit, but Fred Durst and his damn red backwards hat snuck in
Ni**as in Paris — Remember when they would perform this live and do it like 10 times in a row? I’ll take JT + Jay-Z at Soldier Field, though
Midnight City — I remember you being VERY obsessed with this song even though you have to admit that the hook can be a little grating
Chandelier — Your favorite BANGER of the last 10 years
I Don’t Wanna Live Forever — First “I Don’t Wanna Wait” and now I don’t wanna live forever? Which is it?!? Also, throwback to the Aussie trip with this one
Into the West — Only fitting to bookend the list with Annie Lennox; she and the ships have come to carry you homeeeee
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I heard you like fandom-y/chronically online ones so heres a recent one from me
So i (21F) was very into a certain show/fandom when i was around 14-16. This show had a mostly male cast consisting of a group of teens aged 15-17 and a 25yo man who was very attractive. I personally live by the "ship the character youre most attracted to x the character you project the most onto" way of shipping, and in this show the character i related most to was a 15f like me and was very gnc and dressed and acted like me. As you may have guessed, i shipped the 15yo with the 25yo for some time. It didnt last long, the 2 characters didnt interact much after the first seasons so i just forgot about it and grew out of it. I honestly forgot i ever shipped it and now that im older id never think to ship this or any similar dinamic or age gap like this. Also no i have never been groomed or have daddy issues or anything theres no context or INFO there i just thought the guy was rlly hot lmao.
Fast forward to now, someone i recently started being mutuals with began stalking me and scrolled down through 7 YEARS of my tumblr and eventually found my posts from when i was in that fandom. They went apeshit and screenshotted everything and showed their friends who all started attacking me for shipping that when all the posts were from 6-7 years ago. They said that since the posts were still up that means i still support the ship.
The posts themselves were mostly me reblogging fanart of the ship (nothing nsfw) and the ocasional original post from me talking about a screenshot/scene in the show w both characters
If i could find the posts id just delete them and be done w it but the person just screenshotted the posts and didnt interact w them + the search function is shit so i gen cannot find the posts easily and i dont want to waste hours scrolling down my own blog. I tried explaining why i liked it when i was a teenager and how im nowhere near that same mindset anymore but they refused to listen and just kept attacking me until i blocked them.
Could i have handled this better? I didnt think i was TA for shipping it as a teenager but now im not sure. For now tho the AITA question would be
AITA for not deleting posts/reblogs from when i was a teenager that were about a rlly bad ship?
What are these acronyms?
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#im becoming old bc i can no longer recognise half the acronyms in people's dnis#and yknow what. that's what pure bliss feels like. blessed ignorance#im still raging over the fact that i had to learn what an 'anti-anti' is and that it takes up space in my brain#i honestly dont care about ship politics or whatever but the fact that i KNOW about it. heartbreaking#i do not mean to offend anyone with this post but.....Yeah
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Oh, the things I would waste money on, if I had it —
This object, photographed at a local thrift store, is not, as labeled, an Apple II of some kind — it's an Apple Lisa, an altogether more esoteric beast.
See, back in the early '80s, Apple had a genuine hit with the ][ and its successors, the ][+ and //e. But while they had enduring success in the educational market, their place in selling to both the home market and the business market was being eaten up — on the home side, by cheaper machines with better graphics like the Commodore C64 and Tandy Color Computer, and on the office side, by IBM's PC and its clones. Their first attempt at a business machine, the Apple /// — basically a souped-up II with the fun parts taken out, designed almost entirely by the marketing department — launched in 1980 with stability issues that required a recall, and the line was already considered a failure. (The /// was the computer that, according to legend, had such bad heat problems that the chips would work their way out of their sockets; the reported corrective was to drop the machine from six inches off the desk to knock the chips back in.)
This failure had sent everybody back to the drawing board. Steve Jobs led a team to take the graphical user interface ideas pioneered by Xerox PARC and make it a business machine, with a new operating system and office suite, that would eventually become this machine, the Apple LISA. (LISA supposedly stood for "Locally Integrated Software Architecture", but Jobs's first daughter was named Lisa, so. Wags claimed it stood for "Let's Invent Some Acronym".)
Jobs's leadership and, honestly, mismanagement became onerous for everyone involved, and the project was taken away from him in 1982. The Lisa launched in 1983, at a $10,000 price (around $26k in today's money), to a lukewarm reception. Jobs, meanwhile, had turned around, taken Jef Raskin's team's project, and pushed them to change it from a sub-$1000 text-based office appliance to a stripped-down but incompatible version of the Lisa: the Macintosh, which shipped in 1984 to immediate acclaim.
After the Macintosh was an obvious success and the Lisa an obvious failure, Apple tried to salvage the line by installing a Mac upgrade package in it and pitching it as the Macintosh XL; this wasn't much more successful, and well into the '90s surplus houses had vast stocks of new old stock Lisas.
Anyway, there's nothing I could actually do with a Lisa, it'd take untold hours of restoration and repair to get it to where I couldn't run anything on it, and it'd take up a huge amount of space.
Doesn't mean I don't still want it, though.
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quick, non-poemmic updates!
i wasn’t going to do this, but then realised that it’s TRULY been a while, so maybe something like this isn’t totally out of order :’)
some of you might’ve noticed that my old sideblog, @redeyecyanide, no longer exists / is no longer accessible. i figured i’d explain that, so that nobody worries about me or worries that something bad might’ve happened that resulted in that.
i’m also kind of in a new era of my life, so i figured we’d talk that through, as well. i’m happy & content & in a good place - a better place to be in than i’d hoped at this point in time, and it’s something i am grateful for.
and i just want, you know, if anyone’s been reading my work and relating to the despair in some of those poems, or the grief, or the sadness, or any of that - it gets better. it’s getting better for me. it might not feel like it, but it will get better for you too. you just have to be more stubborn than the things that are getting you down - easier said than done, but doable. and so, so worth it.
stuff re: old blog down below!
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so well, here’s the whole deal w/ redeyecyanide. while i did not grow up on the internet to the same extent some of my peers did, i was definitely extremely online from when i was around 15 onwards. i don’t regret any of it and i think for the most part i had relatively healthy boundaries going - with a few exceptions, which i can confidently say i have learnt from.
keeping that aside, as it usually happens when you are 15, and when you come back 7 years later, is that a lot of your beliefs change. i owned redeyecyanide and was active on there primarly when i was ... 18 / 19 / 20, but i was still in the process of learning & unlearning a lot of things. i often made statements that were... not accurate, with sweeping confidence, because i thought i was right. i sometimes generalised things in problematic ways, or made commentary based on my opinions which did not in any way represent how i felt about other people’s opinions. i was honestly very angry at the injustice present in the world, and learning to live with that anger and channel it into something more sustainable, productive, useful and healthy. that wasn’t the easiest thing and in some instances i feel i could’ve handled a lot of things in better and in more objective/calmer ways.
basically, i deleted that blog because it felt like a very “there’s a lot to unpack but let’s throw away the whole suitcase” kind of moment. my values are still the same, i’m still firmly anti bigotry, but i’m also 100% sex positive / anti swerf, provided there’s informed consent btwn people who can consent & all that good stuff - which is a value i always believed in but, at the time, i hadn’t done enough unlearning to be as sex positive as i wanted. kink-shaming doesn’t make sense to me anymore, esp not under the guise of “social justice”.
since we’re on tumblr, i unfortunately need to add that assuming people are p*dophiles at the drop of a hat, just because someone said so, definitely does not sit right with me. that’s a serious, serious allegation, and it’s important not to throw around allegations like that over... somebody shipping drarry, or whatever the new ship that everyone hates is. let’s not make callout posts for everyone under the sun, moon & solar system, please. save it for when it’s important.
i’m also 100% radically inclusive when it comes to lgbtq+ identities. i support any and all good faith identity & pronouns (and by good faith i mean, identities that are sincere/genuine and not made to poke fun at people or be degrading) and i honestly think most lgbt+ discourse is unnecessary because another person’s gender/sexuality is not your business - which is something i have always believed, but now i know that if i have to choose sides, i choose the people who are quietly existing, rather than the people who believe they shouldn’t exist or should exist elsewhere.
i identify as “queer”, i do not identify as “lgbt” or “lgbtq” or “lgbtqia” or any other acronym. no shade at people who prefer those, just doesn’t work for me anymore.
yeah, that’s about it. thanks for reading all the way, if you did :’) hope everyone’s doing well!
#not a poem#i was a little on the fence about posting this and i still sort of am#but hey.......... it's growth#i think that's important#now im logging out again. see y'all in another couple of months
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I'm WHEEZING. So I keep seeing "bua coming soon" all over the place and I had no clue what bua means, so I 'urban dictionaryed' it and this is literally what it says "BUA: acronym for "break up article", often used on stan twitter: "oh my god did you see there is a new bua about elounor?" Apparently urban dictionary ships larry
This was honestly really funny. I love urban dictionary for this.
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Tonight’s event is a movie I have been trying to get a fic off the ground for but haven’t been successful as of late.
Her
A man falls in love with the voice of an Ai
After the funeral, Stephen is mourning the death of the man he had fallen in love with and upon returning to his room in the Sanctum, notices a little toy Iron Man which greets him in Tony’s voice.
And it’s really, really weird.
Especially with how the voice says it ‘wants’ to be called Tony.
Not to call him by that as if it was programmed into it, but that it ‘wants’ Stephen to call him Tony.
Stephen has no idea what is happening but barley gets one of his many questions out before the voice begins to explain what it is.
He is an Ai (standing for Anthony’s Intelligence, because of course it is) and he is an AWS model, standing for Asshole Wizard Stephen, because of course it is.
Stephen should feel offended by this but honestly, with how much Tony loved his acronyms, all he can do is laugh.
Tony begins to organise his life little by little, starting small with emails and appliances and meeting schedules, much to the horror of all the attendees of said meeting, and slowly working his way through all the magical scrolls and books and relics, helping to catelougue them so if Stephen needs something urgently, Tony can find it in a heartbeat.
Stephen slowly begins to open to the voice, talking to it about everything, loving how he can still talk to Tony even though he can’t see him, like a long distance relationship.
With an Ai.
In a dead man’s voice.
A dead man whom he used to love.
But it’s not weird...ok it’s a lot weird but Stephen’s fine.
He’s fine, he’s good, he’s better than good he’s great!
And it’s all because of the Ai that he is falling in love with.
He’s falling in love. With an Ai. In Tony’s voice.
He’s not fine.
But he can’t help but push his feelings on to this second chance he’s been given.
Before he knows it, a year has passed.
A whole year is gone and he didn’t even realise it.
It’s on the night of the anniversary of Tony’s death that he gets a message from an old friend, Tony’s voice reading it out to him as he’s too busy to look at it.
It’s from Christine, and she wants to catch up with him.
Stephen stops what he’s doing.
Why would she want to catch up now of all days?
More to that, why does she want to catch up at all?
Then Tony’s voice is asking him when he’ll be ready to start dating again.
When he’s going to decide that he has to move on.
And he doesn’t answer.
Everyone keeps asking Stephen the same thing.
They keep telling him to move on from Tony Stark, to forget about him and get rid of the Ai that’s not helping him.
But it is helping him.
It’s not just Tony’s voice it IS Tony. His personality, his laughter at the right moments, it’s like he never left.
They just don’t see that, nobody does.
Not the remaining Avengers, not Wong, not anybody!
If he had tried harder, the actual Tony Stark would be here with him and not just this Ai voiced by him.
But it’s all he has left.
And it’s Tony’s voice asking him if he’s okay that brings him back to his question about responding to the message.
So Stephen says no. He won’t.
When Tony’s voice tries to argue, Stephen snaps at it, and Tony doesn’t argue any further.
Just agrees.
To make up for his behaviour, Stephen decides to take the little Iron Man the Ai is attached to out one night, enjoying Tony’s company as if he were right there with him.
They’re about to call it a night when they run into Christine.
Stephen apologises for not texting back and she says she gets it but still wants to catch up with him, so Stephen, unable to get out of it now, has Tony make them a reservation somewhere nice.
Tony says he knows just the place and a few days later, Stephen is sitting opposite Christine in a very nice restaurant that he could picture him and Tony coming to.
It’s going well and the night is progressing smoothly, right up until she starts wanting to talk about what happened when he was abducted by that alien space ship she saw the Iron Man fly after all those years ago.
And he has to get out of there.
His hands are shaking worse than ever before and all that’s flooding his mind are moments that happened and moments that didn’t, and moments that could have and why didn’t he try harder, why didn’t he keep looking and...
“Stephen?”
The voice in his ear calms him.
He can’t go a day without wearing an earpiece so he can talk to Tony whenever he feels the need.
He makes it back to his room and lays down in bed to sleep, and the voice tells him how he is scared that his feelings for Stephen might not be his own, but Tony’s that he programmed into the Ai.
Their conversation shifts from Stephen wishing Tony were there with him, to what he would do if Tony were there with him.
It’s almost surreal how the noises coming from the Ai fill his mind and make him believe Tony laying next to him in the dark.
And the next morning, it’s awkward.
They fumble over words and quickly get back into the swing of things, but Stephen can’t get it out of his head.
He can’t pretend that this is as good as it would have been with Tony, he can’t pretend that this is the next best thing.
So a few days later, when a specially modded Iron Man suit created by the Ai itself blasts into the Sanctum and pins Stephen against the nearest wall, Stephen almost loses himself in the moment.
All he can feel is Tony’s armoured hands running over his body.
He presses his back against the chest plate, warm and whirring softly.
And when he turns around and sees those blue lights of the helmet and not Tony’s face, he can’t go through with it.
It’s not Tony.
And it never will be Tony.
And the Ai understands and goes quiet.
And Stephen goes quiet.
And the Sanctum, for the first time since the Ai came into his life, is quiet.
Confused about how he feels, he turns to Wong for advice.
Wong hadn’t wanted the Ai in the Sanctum to begin with.
But when he saw how happy Stephen was when he talked to it about music and joked with it and heard him laughing and saw just how much good it was doing him, he came to the realisation that this is how Stephen would have acted if Tony was still here with them.
It’s up to Stephen to decide what he wants: An Ai that will never leave him of the man he loved, or is old life back before he knew Tony.
And Stephen simply smiles, and puts the earpiece back in.
Quotes -
“So basically, in every moment, I’m evolving. Just like you.”
“That’s really weird.”
“Is that weird? Do you think I’m weird?”
“Kind of.”
“Why?”
“Well, you seem like a person, but you’re just a voice in the computer.”
“I can understand how the limited perspective of an un-artificial mind would perceive it that way. You’ll get used to it.”
Stephen is a little put off by this Ai in Tony’s voice.
“You have a meeting in five minutes.”
“Oh, I forgot. Thank you. Wow, you’re good.”
“Yes, I am.”
Stephen is starting to warm up to Tony.
“But you don’t know what it’s like to lose someone you care about.”
“Yeah. You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t apologise. I’m sorry. You’re right...I keep waiting to not care about her.”
Even a year later, Stephen can’t let Tony go.
“And then I had this terrible thought. Like, are these feelings even real? Or are they just programming? And that idea really hurts.”
Tony wonders if his love is his own or his creator’s.
“Am I in this because I’m not...strong enough for a real relationship?”
“Is it not a real relationship?”
“I don’t know. I mean, what do you think?”
“I don’t know. I’m not in it.”
Stephen seeks Wong’s advice.
Him
Tony Stark has a parting gift for Stephen after the events of Endgame.
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