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graciousdragon · 3 months

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due to Certain Events (pipe leak in the basement) i was not able to post about this earlier but i will do it now

so in my dream last night i was in target (the version of target i see in my dreams anyway. it looks nothing like my local target) and i was looking around in the clothing section and there was a bunch of folie à deux merch there for some reason? i remember a purple shirt with a picture of the album cover on it and then a red shirt that also had the album art on it but the one that stood out to me was a shirt that looked a lot like a pajama shirt that i have except it was not meant to be a pajama shirt and also had a zip-up collar. it was off-white colored and it had thin dark stripes and there were song lyrics embroidered on the center of the shirt in green thread. i noticed that at least two of the words were comically misspelled. in my dream i recognized them as lyrics from a song on folie à deux but i couldn't remember which one (i think in the dream i might've thought it was w.a.m.s.??), and the only two words i can remember seeing in my dream were "angel" and "cjke" (cjke being one of the misspelled words)

idk i just thought that was silly. my subconscious-generated fall out boy merch with misspelled nonexistent lyrics

#rys.txt #to elaborate on the pipe leak: we're all good but we had a pipe leak water in the basement earlier. we had to get the pipes unclogged and #replace the broken pipe but fortunately my dad knew a guy who could come over and he fixed it really well so its all good now #apparently the clog was from the bushes in the fron yard?? the roots had grown into the pipes somehow??? ok didn't know they could do that #but yeah i just had to help move shit out of the basement so it wouldn't get wet. so that took up most of my day #now back to the dream: i looked it up and i could not find a single song on folie that had the word “angel” in it #in my dream i was so sure the lyrics were from a folie song but uh. they were not i guess #honestly none of what was going on there made sense so. kinda par for the course i guess #while i'm on the subject: when y'all go to certain locations in your dreams do they actually look like their real life equivalent?#like. when i'm dreaming i'll be in a place and in my dream i'll recognize it as a specific place that i've been to in real life #but then when i wake up and think about it i'll realize that the place in my dream looked almost nothing like the place i thought it was #does that happen to you guys too??#fall out boy #fob #folie a deux #folie à deux

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doctorbrown · 6 months

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DOCTOBER '23 ⸺ 「 31 / 31 * FINALE | HEART 」

March 8, 1929

Whenever Erhardt was at the courthouse, if Emmett wasn't in his room, pouring over works that would make his father red-faced and angry, he could be found with a pillow propped up against the grandfather clock in the living room, leaning back and reading whatever caught his eye this time.

It had become a pattern over the years, one Sarah had learned quite quickly after the first two times wondering where her son had run off to when he wasn't anywhere to be found in his room. Emmett was at his most comfortable when his father wasn't at home—and she couldn't blame him for that, despite how she'd tried to soften the tension between her husband and her child—and he didn't hesitate to take full advantage of the house when it was open to him.

Sarah quirks a brow upon seeing the book clutched in Emmett's hands. ❝Are you reading one of my science-fiction novels again?❞

❝Father isn't home to yell at me for wasting my time reading this worthless trash.❞ He puts on his best impression of his father as he can, mimicking the gruffness of his voice and the accent he'd yet to lose even after nearly twenty years here. ❝He wouldn't even listen to me when I told them they were educational, because they were about science.❞

Sometimes, his parents seem like fire and ice compared to each other, opposites in every way eternally fated to clash, especially where their interests are concerned; there are days he simply can't understand how they get along.

❝I found this hidden in your library.❞ He holds up the copy of A Voyage to Arcturus he'd swiped, knowing he won't be reproached for his choice in reading material. Finally, he looks away from the book, and Emmett purses his lips, studying his mother's done-up hair and full state of dress, coming to the conclusion she must be going out again for some of the day's chores.

He wonders if this time, he'll be forced to go along.

❝You know your father usually gets home around five,❞ she says, prompting Emmett to lift his head as high as he can to see the hands of the grandfather clock above him, ❝so be cautious how long you spend out here, dear.❞ The time currently reads 11:00 exactly and he frowns.

❝Is Father ever going to get our grandfather clock repaired? It has been broken for weeks and I really liked the hourly chimes.❞

❝He said he sent out for a repairman, but that was two weeks ago and I've heard nothing since. At this rate, I don't know when it'll be repaired. I'll bring it up to him tonight at dinner. Speaking of—Emmett, I'm going out to pick up some groceries. I trust you'll behave for a few hours while I'm out?❞

Emmett nods and with a quick goodbye, Sarah closes the door behind her, leaving him alone.

The book in his hands no longer holds his interest. Now that they've brought it up, all he can think about is the broken clock, whose mechanical songs have been sorely missed over the past few weeks. The clock had always been a constant, a comfort, a staple in the house as far back as he can remember, and he'd found himself on more than one occasion peering into the glass, watching the pendulum swing and the weights dance with their precise, rhythmic grace.

It was as close to watching time live and breathe as he could get and it had captivated him, as did the smaller clocks set up in the house.

Just a few months ago, he'd disassembled the small bedside clock in his room to see how it worked and had managed to put it back together without either of his parents figuring out.

If he could do that, surely he could fix this one, his favourite clock in the entire house.

His father clearly didn't see the importance of having it operational again—that, or he simply didn't care—and he could already imagine how the conversation at dinner would go. Poorly. And the clock would remain broken for another several weeks.

If he didn't, nobody else would.

Emmett checks to make sure his mother really has left before he hurries to the storage room to dig out the toolbox he'd seen his father use several times.

It's heavier than he remembers, but his mind is made up and nothing is going to get in the way of his goal, even if he has to drag the box the rest of the way towards the house.

As he peers inside the glass, he starts to take stock of all the pieces within, studying each of them carefully as if the answer will suddenly leap out at him. There could be any number of things that silenced the clock and as far as he's concerned, the best solution is to start carefully removing pieces until he can pinpoint the culprit.

For a moment, the task feels gargantuan, what with all the sprawling, delicate clockwork, but he's got his wits, his determination, and his trusty toolbox, so as he stands on his toes, reminding himself to be slow and cautious, it starts to feel more doable.

I should start from the top down.

The side door only takes a little wiggling to get loose and Emmett marvels at the first real look he's ever gotten at the movement, glittering gold in its wooden case. His eyes widen at the mechanical marvel twisting before him and he finds it even more appealing than the ornate carvings inlaid into the dark cabinet.

The front door swings open easily and Emmett's touch is almost featherlight as he pulls the hands off the movement. The clock face looks unsettling without the hands there, almost like it's naked, and he frowns as he sticks the hands in his pockets for safekeeping.

Everything has to come out in order for him to properly inspect it, but the question now becomes how. How does he remove the movement without further damaging what he's trying to repair?

Emmett sticks his head through the open side panel again and lets out an excited aha! when he spots the latches holding the face of the clock in place. A firm push knocks it free and sends the face clattering to the ground. He winces at the sound, but a quick inspection reveals no new damage—nothing has snapped off or bent or broken, so he must still be okay.

The relief he feels at that is short-lived when he realises he has no idea what to do next.

He presses his lips together in thought and reaches back through time to try and feel around the different pieces of the machine. This is all just another puzzle, one created by someone who may understand time better than him, but he has science on his side, and if he follows the cables and pulleys back to their origin point, where they connect must be the problem.

A broken gear, perhaps, or a bent hammer, or something has gotten knocked out of place.

When he tries to pull at the movement again, it remains stubbornly locked in place, and so he drops his focus down to the weights dangling lifelessly at the end of their golden ropes.

Those, too, clatter to the ground in perfect synchronisation with the loud yelp of surprise he lets out.

The rest of the pieces follow unceremoniously after, one-by-one until he's left cradling the silent heart of the clock in his hands.

Emmett turns it over in his hands, scrutinising it from corner-to-corner to try and spot anything that screams this, this is the problem!

❝Emmett Lathrop Brown!❞ That cold, booming voice strikes fear straight into his chest and Emmett immediately freezes, clutching the clock's heart to his chest like a shield. He's sitting in the centre of the half-circle of dismembered clock parts and no amount of trying to talk his way out of this one is going to make him look any less guilty than he is.

His father's anger could level the house. He can feel it, a thousand white-hot blades digging into his skin, even from across the room.

He tries to look up at the clock above him, but instead of helping him, it screams accusations.

❝Y-Yes, Father?❞

#doctober 2023 #a broken clock may be right twice a day but in this case it was very wrong rip emmett #and with that...doctober is over!! it's bittersweet but i'm also thankful and i feel like i've grown more confident as a writer for this #fandom even if just by a little. to all who've read and liked and commented and reblogged any of these prompts i thank you wholeheartedly #you've definitely kept me going with your enthusiasm and i appreciate you greatly for it #i feel like emmett's love for reading definitely came from his mum and sarah is one of those types of people who will read a wide array #of different types of genres #and she likes to collect books too which young emmett helped himself to whenever erhardt wasn't around #it was basically their little secret #also the fact that even in the delorean owner's manual doc talks about the fact that his mum and dad did not part on good terms #just lends weight to this theory of mine; it was probably the culmination of a lot of bs and them not being fully compatible and the fact #that well he just treated their kid like shit and she was not about that #and in the comics erhardt was basically like 'you're just as stubborn as your son' just lends me to believe that he was not the #type of person who did well with others who didn't fully bend to his will #&; a great idea can change the world 「 hc 」#also given the origin of the grandfather clock and the neat science behind it #it seems so fitting that it be used as a main catalyst in doc's life - and that he'd love it #he just wanted to fix the clock okay and as you do when you're young you think you can do everything #doc being also wicked smart and too curious for his own good def didn't help but #doc's obsession with time and clocks is everything to me tbh #every clock is a little different and they all tell different stories and time is such a fascinating concept #man-made perhaps but still

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mychemikuromance · 14 days

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I'm hoping tomorrow goes well. For the both of us.

#j talks #here's to trying to end a [redacted]#in some ways my heart is breaking and in others it was never broken #i feel like my gut was right the whole time and I was just a dummy #maybe i've made too many mistakes to fix things #its hard to blame myself entirely but it feels like i shouldn't have been confused for so long #i think i'm the worst.

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clowndensation · 2 months

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norbyte not fixing the script extender until the next patch truly is like. okay peace. see you all in 4 months.

#this isn't me irritated at him. i also wouldn't wanna deal with this.#this is me irritated at larian for making hotfix 18 completely reconfigure the game files #like i just don't believe you had to do all that in order to fix the trading mechanic or whatever issue you said was broken #'but vinnie there's a fix! just roll back the hotfix!' that didn't fix my game and i'm too annoyed about it to try any more. god bless.

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south-sea · 10 months

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"what do you mean mephiles is a good guy now" you're right the details about this have not been the most coherent since it's taken me a while to actually get all of this sorted, so let's make a definitive post about it

mephiles (they/them) in this context exists somewhere between timeline A (where metal and semi-modern shadow are from) and timeline B (generally "the multiverse at large", more or less also referring to second chance au).

they are native to timeline A, and are the same mephiles that semi-modern shadow would have dealt with. following the events of 06 and the reset, mephiles is ejected from timeline A into timeline B/the multiverse. due to the nature of the reset/ejection, they are stripped of their memories, only capable of assuming the shadow-lookalike/crystal appearances, and a considerable amount of their power is depleted.

in terms of personality, the reset has them leaning more in the direction of "mephistopheles" (eccentric, theatrical, with time-space powers), than "solaris" (benevolent, caring, with sun-powers). cherry-picking details from various portrayals of mephisto, and taking some liberties here with solaris. i'm going more with the idea that pre-experimentation, they were the typical fantasy god that was largely uninvolved, so more passively benevolent than actively generous, but still fondly regarded these silly little humans having their cute little festivals and whatnot. they protected the village/later city because they were fond of humanity in an abstract sense, but that very much changed as soon as certain humans started experimenting on their proxy (the flame) and understandably got a bit pissed about it. just a bit.

so other than how they were in demeanor pre-experimentation, not much is different in terms of how the story plays out. and rather than being straight up erased from existence, they're just shunted off to some other random corner of the multiverse (not too unlike what happened to metal when sonic yeeted him straight out of the stratosphere).

where they end up is completely isolated. just a random forest in the middle of nowhere. no people. animals avoid them. no company but their own. they're in pain and disoriented. days and days (and more days) pass in total isolation. from their perspective, these moments are the first they've ever experienced.

eventually they do make their way into civilization, and they don't really bother anyone, but the way they carry themselves is just too unsettling. no one trusts them. no one wants to trust them, because the way they phrase things inherently sounds threatening. they don't really get it. they don't understand why no one sticks around. but what they do know is that somehow, even with all these people around now, they're still completely isolated.

when semi-modern shadow starts to get reports about this guy who looks like him or maybe mephiles, eventually he tracks them down. he finds they're more or less harmless, and very, very desperate to be anything but alone. shadow, originally there to stop a potential violent troublemaker, switches gears and offers to take them with him instead. (at least then, if mephiles is only acting, or later regains their memory, shadow will be right there to put an immediate stop to it.)

in a way, the two are already fate-bound. the moment mephiles sinks into semi-modern's literal shadow, they're inextricably linked in a more physical sense. at first, mephiles is completely bound to shadow's literal shadow, and can only go as far as it goes, but over time, they're able to fully leave it and act independently within a certain radius, roughly the size of a modest town or so.

it takes some practice, but eventually they're even able to communicate via thought, or project images to one another. mephiles ends up being like the ultimate mission partner helping shadow gather intel and the like, and some unspoken, honorable member of team dark.

overall, the two settle into a more natural/comfortable dynamic, and both look out for each other in their own ways. mephiles means well, and really can't stand to be alone, after all.

(god only knows what would happen if they were alone for too long again. nothing good, shadow surmises, if the roiling thoughts of dread and desperation that filter through their link on especially quiet nights suggests anything. could they be capable of something like truly holding people hostage for the sake of company or being worshiped again? ... no, that's silly. anyway, this physical link they have is probably just a coincidence.)

#semi-modern au #sea talks #this post also exists because this au's tag link on my masterlist is broken specifically on mobile and i don't know how to fix it #so i'm just going to link this post directly in the list too #if you caught the parallel between mephiles and mr. tinker #and how insanely hypocritical it is for shadow to want to spare one and not the other #semi-modern was straight up not around for the mr. tinker thing. if he was then mephiles would be Super Dead #but where's the fun in that

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anarkhebringer · 5 months

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What do you fucking mean someone working on BG3 reacted with an eyes emoji when someone asked if the next big thing was an "Editor"

#WHAT DID THE PERSON MEAN BY EDITOR TOO #Is this gonna be a photo mode thing. Are they gonna release photo mode with the Xbox release of the game.#is it gonna be mod support and editors for it?#WHO KNOWS I JUST KNOW I'M ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT #also hoping Astarion kisses get ACTUALLY fixed alongside the other ones broken for strong masc bodies sjidhufyh

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peniscat · 1 year

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#10pm on a saturday is a wonderful time to start thinking about how i am 23 and i've never been in a relationship #yeah i know that it doesn't define me etc but sometimes i'm just a bit bitter about it. as long as i remember ppl around me have had ppl #crushing on them and then they have relationships and it all just seems so easy. i have no clue how it all even works #siri how to get a gf pls help bc i do not know. and at this point it feels like everyone else knows how to navigate that #idk it just feels like i am broken somehow. like i've missed on something fundamental and now it's too late to do anything about it #and like. i get it. out of all the ppl in the world why would someone pick me. and i know my worth isn't tied to that #but it would still be nice to be loved. or wanted by someone. it wouldn't fix me but i'm pretty sure it would help some #it's just sad i think. maybe pathetic. and stupid too. and i hate how it makes me feel worthless even when i know it's irrational #it just sucks. and i don't even know what to do about it so i guess i'll just keep going.#pain misery suffering etc #personal

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rodentbrains · 1 year

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finally managed to do a half-way decent drawing of yana and immediately had to use it for a a lil character sheet

#fhr #yana nowak #its way too dark but oh well #i'm just pretty pleased!! this is the first time i've made digital work decent enough #to almost match what the character looks like in my head!#and shes my awful baby so the motivation rlly came from wanting to get her right #her nose isnt broken enough but oh well #key traits: broken nose discolured skin and genetic + insomnia uuh black circles are all there #also idk how i ended up with no girl my first playtrough it was an accident but i got so used to it that it now feels weird to have julia #or f!mortu #*mortum :(#but uh just to put it out there yana 100% would also romance julia #and flirt with f!mortum as eden #its too dark but im too lazy to fix it :( i already worked on this for too log tbh #will probably periodically throw out random drawings + facts bc truly one of my best developed characters #my art #i guess!

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marmotsomsierost · 7 months

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I went into the notes of the reading a book =/= reading a fanfic post and just got more cranky but i don't want to get snarkier than the tags i wrote on the actual poll....but...

Nowhere in there is the content of the book discussed in the definition, because it doesn't matter. That's what i mean about exclusionary vs inclusionary definitions of things. There's no way of defining Art that includes 'normal' art while excluding 'weird' art that won't also exclude things often considered 'normal' art. Same with music, with writing, with anything creative humans do- the only way to define it is, ultimately, because you say it is. It's art because it is. It's a book because someone wrote it. You can't argue that books go through an editor and get published because otherwise you have to start picking around the self-published or indie publishers, and what happens if someone writes, does their own editing, self publishes four novels, then does well enough that their next three books are traditionally published? Have they only written three books? Of course not.

You can't even really use content to define what makes a book a book, because how do you define a book that includes nonfiction and biography or autobiographies and fiction and anthologies of short stories or poetry book collections that also excludes fanfiction? 'Is an entirely new story with worldbuilding and characters' will lose you ulysses and the aeneid and neil gaiman's norse mythology and basically every king arthur and the round table story ever written. 'Is over x word count' no, now we're arguing about novel vs novella vs short story collection vs deserialized serial novel vs osv osv osv and that's a side argument that can really only happen if you remove content from the equation- and then you have nothing separating fanfic from nonfic from fic, so why even ask the question in the first place? Is an audiobook a book? A braille book a book? An ebook a book? A comic book a book? Why are we asking?

This is a different use of book but here:

Humans are humans because we are. Art is art because it is. Reading is reading because it is.

#kent simmonds i hope you're happy #your single january term aesthetics class has fully broken my brain #this length of time i am not going to actually calculate definitely should have been spent fixing the screen as i intended #instead i sat down to google why the FUCK i kept breaking the stupid fucking thing when i was following instructions #got the answer and then had a notification and then scrolled briefly and went hey #now i'm hungry the screen is not finished and the puppy has finished her frozen kong and is Annoyed and would like Out Now #anyway #it's just a stupid internet poll m why do you care m #i care because life is too short to define things by what they aren't

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