#cosmic corsair

[tapiov]

7DRL 2023

It’s upon us once again. I originally didn’t have a huge inspiration, but here we go yet again.

During the past year I’ve made little experiments with Elder Circle codebase and created a 3d renderer for it. The basic idea is to take the existing tileset and slap it onto procedurally generated simple shapes like boxes, planes and billboards. I use Three.js library for the WebGL rendering, an old familiar I used already back in 2014 7DRL challenge for Golem Quest.

I first developed it with first-person view and while it’s interesting and another type of game might be lurking in there, I don’t think the basic roguelike gameplay works super well in that perspective. Recently I got an idea to try an “isometric” camera which allows me have the gameplay work similarly (e.g. click to move), while still allowing me to play with the 3d gimmick.

So yesterday I started working on a new 7drl, where the idea is that you are a space pirate and you execute heists on different space ships. On top of the 3d renderer (which was partially done before the challenge, but has needed a lot of changes already), I’ve started gathering art for a more sci-fi themed tileset, and blocked out a very basic draft level generator of two spaceships meeting in space for our pirate to board the other through a short spacewalk.

I have also implemented basic ranged combat (which will probably be the major gameplay feature for this year). I already had ranged combat in 2015′s Beware the Space Bears (that used probably the first incarnation of this “engine”), but it was stripped from the code for 2016, and is/will now be a complete rewrite as well as hopefully less awkward UX-wise.

It’s super tempting to play with all the graphical gimmicks a 3d renderer allows, but now that I have the basics working, I hope to first reach some form of gameplay completeness (no great ambitions here really), and then just leisurely tweak visuals the rest of the time. Fingers crossed.

#7drl #gamedev #cosmic-corsair

[circeius-invidioso]

I do not get why the Red Corsairs are not a popular choice.

Like.

Like here is the elevator pitch for the warband and then we can come to some justified conclusion.

What isn't there to love?

You want me to turn into an infomencial and make a top 3 reasons why the Red Corsairs are great?

Cause I can.

And I will.

The Diverse Working Enviroment

Here in the Red Corsairs we might have started as Ultramarines but the barrier for entry is on the floor. So anyone can join.

You are Night Lord with a bad rep and no ship.

Buckle up we got you covered.

You are a Fallen and have 20 Dark Angels all up in yo business? Trying to shoot down the boss babe you are?

Fear not, or in our case. Know no Fear. We are strapped and don't get clapped.

You are a traitor that likes their Legion but sadly you got in our way?

Tough luck buddy, you will join or die and your geene seed will join our cause. Nothing personal battle brother. Just business as usual.

Everyone is welcome as long as they follow Huron's guidelines and don't aggitate the topless sweaty Khorne worshipping Ultramarines in the basement.

Sustainability

Unlike the corrupt Imperium of man and the corpse Emperor our leader is powered by miracles (which is trully a miracle how he survived but that on the next section), and we use 0 psyckers to power our crap.

Our carbon footprint is also minimum as we use salvaged goods and don't indulge in toxic industries that destroy worlds.

The Red Corsair base of operation is in the Eye of Terror and from there we expand our scope. A place greatly known for its constant shifts, and horrible conditions but the tan our serfs have are spectacullar from all that cosmic radiation.

Finally we are commited to recycling. As in we take from our victims benefactors and put those stolen goods to some great use. Nothing goes to waste, neither mortal, nor static object. If something is not nailed on the floor we will take it.

In fact we might take the floor too and the nails used to set it in place.

Nothing goes to waste!

Unmatched Leadership

Last, but certainly not least.

The man.

The myth.

The Legend.

Huron Blackheart.

Aka Lufgt Huron.

Aka what would happen if we gave a compressed Guilliman a daemonic familiar and left him to ferment in a warp storm.

Not only the name is so edgy you might cut yourself by saying it out loud. But also it's complex enough that if you say it quickly three times without twisting your tongue theres is a chance furniture might start levitating.

The man has put his Ultramarine brain to use and amased enough influence and power to put the Black Legion to shame.

Huron went from 0 to 100 in no time, he is a self made Warmaster. With no daddy issues or troubles in the world, he goes into battle blasting Alestorm in the voxxcasters.

He does not care.

He probably wears this when he wants to relax.

You think he cares?

He does not care.

He has a biker gang specifically organized to hunt down those who have betrayed him.

They slap those things on their armors not for the usual biker reason

(which fun fact the meaning is, 99% of the bikers are law-abiding, where the 1% are not. That's where the 1% comes from. The more you know 🌈)

no they wear that 1% because that's how high are your chances of escaping from them are.

Is that a bit extreme?

Yes.

You think he cares?

He does not care.

The dude once gathered his buddies and decided...

to you know. Have a casual outing. Nothing too serious, it was a sunday afteral.

So they decided on.

Kidnapping Guilliman.

Which they almost did if not for a Fallen of all people getting in the way.

But still.

The mad lad took Macragge's Honour and went on a joyride/ mini civil war.

Who in the galaxy can turn and say.

Yeah, I stole Macragge's Honour, almost captured my old Primarch. Told a daemon prince they are irrelevant on my way there. Anyway after crushing a fool who thought he could take my crown as king of the space pirates, I went to the home planet of the White Scars and kidnapped and tortured their Chapter Master. What did you do this week? 💅

Who wouldn't want to be a part of that?

You tell me I can be an immortal, gorgeous chaos Ultramarine goth boy going on pirate adventures across the galaxy?

Where do I sign up?

I don't need ink for a signature.

I will use my own blood.

#warhammer #warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k #wh40k #shitpost #red corsairs #chaos ultramarines #chaos space marines #games workshop #black library #huron is the chaos ultramarines representation we deserve

[why-i-love-comics]

Harley Quinn #39 - "Quin-Zel: Cosmic Corsair" (2024)

by Erica Henderson

#harley quinn #poison ivy #harleen quinzel #pamela ivy #DC #wednesday spoilers #spoilers #comic spoilers

[denofimagination-blog]

"Stars are our allies, and cosmic mysteries are our power."

Corsair Voidscarred Kill Team!

We are a miniature painting studio. If you need painting, converting, sculpting, assembling, LED lights - literally anything regarding the hobby, don’t hesitate - simply contact us via [email protected].

#aeldari #repostminiature #killteam #nerd #warhammer #gamesworkshop #harlequins40k #paintingwarhammer #citadelminiatures #cyberpunk #best4minis #warhammerpainting #eldar #miniatures #tabletopgames #warhammer40k #wh40k #harlequins #Corsair #minipainting #wargaming #warhammercommunity #warmongers #tablegame #wargames

[equilibertysims]

Athenica A and her newly arrived nephew Jovial AER and Fredrika Sparre. This young stud was recently bought from another discord member, born of Fleur de Joie A and sired by Cosmic Corsair AER.

(📸 Fredrika Sparre) @emhojsims

#equiliberty #equilibertysims #sims 4 horses #ts4 horse ranch #sims 4 horse ranch #harpg

[xmenred2022]

Speaking of scott summers I do genuinely believe that part of the reason the xmen movies have yet to adapt the more cosmic/shiar stuff is because that would mean adapting corsair which would mean focusing on Scott’s backstory. And they don’t care enough about Scott to do that.

#also budget but that’s another thing #it’s kind of crazy that we’ve done dark phoenix twice and we’ve done the shiar.

[dccomicsnews]

"Happy New Me", and "Quin-Zel: Cosmic Corsair" Writers: Tini Howard and Erica Henderson Artists: Natacha Bustos and Erica Henderson Colors: Nick Filardi and Erica Henderson Letterers: Steve Wands and Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou Review by Kendra Smart Harley Quinn #39 is upon us finally! When last we left our brave heroine, she had not only celebrated her birthday but also renewed her sense of purpose in her pathway towards who Harley Quinn is. Her recent probation has had her doing community service as a teacher, this is a big reason she wants to use her own smarts, her own drive. She wants to help people in her own way and to do that she is willing to bend a few rules in order to achieve helping someone who really needs it. And when last we left Harley, she was feeling a cold breeze indeed. Mr. Freeze had come with an offer. Mr. Ten Below  We begin where we left off, this issue starts off with Mr. Freeze seeking Harley out because he has a serious offer. Having heard she is back in the mix villain wise, he wants to see just how serious a player she is. But Harley has her own offer and the two don’t come to terms but Freeze leaves a warning with Harley, she will regret her decision to not join him. But Harley is serious about helping people in exchange for her services. It doesn’t take long for the right candidate to show themselves. Enter Maxie Zeus, a self proclaimed God who is low on his juice and luck. The officers of GCPD are quick to point out his flaws, this king needs a jester to help him organize his thoughts and Harley has no problem playing jester. Maxie agrees to Harley’s terms of service and his journey is on, as Harley tries to show him where his inner turmoil stems from. But Harley is racking up her roster of landing on the bad side of people: the GCPD, Robin…and she may find herself on bigger radars if she isn’t careful. [gallery columns="5" size="large" ids="189625,189624,189623,189622,189620"] Time For Our Session Tini Howard does a really nice job of making Harley’s wish for her purpose tangible. We get to see her fumble through what it means to achieve her goal. But it is paid off in droves as we get a super tender moment of clarity and understanding between Harley and Zeus. It is really nice to see Harley succeeding in a way that benefits her goals without too many side quests. Not to say there isn’t a build up, it is just nice to enjoy the moments that Tini Howard, Natacha Bustos, Nick Filardi, and Steve Wands establish for us so wonderfully. We also get a galactic bonus story “Quin-Zel: Cosmic Corsair” with story and art by Erica Henderson and letters by Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou. It features Harley Quinn, space adventurer, stranded on a mining planet. On her way, she soon runs into the inhabitants, but they are stopped by Ivy almost immediately. What follows is a hilarious fight between Harley and the narrator as the story escalates with Harley just wanting to kiss her girlfriend. Erica and Hassan deliver a charming and hilarious short story. Conclusion Harley Quinn #39 sets up a chilling beginning to Harley discovering her way and finding success. What Freeze is up to remains to be seen but the moves he is making may leave Harley with no choice but to join him in his work… Images Provided Courtesy of DC Entertainment. 

[blushingphoenix]

Yes! There's a rift between Scott & Jean, thanks to the Brood, but neither Jean & Scott are not assholes for not seeing eye-to-eye.

Scott is a man who has seen the devastation the Brood cause thanks to their parasitic reproductive process. He has rescued friends/fellow X-Men from being used as incubators. Now he rescued his father Corsair from being used as a Brood incubator.

A man can take only so much before he cracks. Scott reached his limit during the previous Brood encounter, but the Corsair rescue mission cracked him. He's over the Brood, their reproductive cycle, and their existence.

Jean is a woman who was impersonated by a cosmic entity and retains all the memories of what was done. Jean REMEMBERS the planetary genocide that was committed by the Phoenix. The price of that moment was the Shi’ar coming to Earth and annihilating anyone genetically related to Jean.

Jean cannot live with the weight of eradicating a whole race of sentient life because their evolution turned them into parasites. She strives to be better than that because she has no choice thanks to the legacy the Phoenix left her.

Each viewpoint is clear because their respective histories shape how Scott & Jean want to deal with the Brood. 

Now can their relationship survive their difference of opinion?

#jean grey #scott summers #cyclops #x-men #uncanny x-men #the brood #broo

[adventure-showdown]

What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

ROUND 1 MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

The Fallen

Synopsis

A year after the events of the TV movie, the Doctor finds scientists working to splice human and Time Lord DNA.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

The Land of Happy Endings

Synopsis

The Eighth Doctor, John and Gillian visit Darbodia where they discover that the inhabitants have been purged of all imagination. Upon discovering that villainous scientist Wargonn has imprisoned the native species, the Doctor and his grandchildren work to foil his schemes.

Propaganda

Really beautiful story as the 8th Doctor DWM comics prepared to end. (@finalpam8000 )

Old Friends

Synopsis

In this swashbuckling instalment, the Doctor and her fam - Ryan, Yaz, and Graham - get caught up in the escapades of infamous rogue Time Lord, the Corsair! Accused of a crime she didn't commit, the Doctor becomes involved in a daring heist with her old friend in order to retrieve something valuable for the Corsair's mysterious benefactor...

This is the Corsair's first ever appearance! Includes a special feature on the history of the Corsair.

Propaganda

Best “canon” appearance of the Corsair, a rogue time lord friend/nemesis and the doctor, filled with fun pirate and heist shenanigans as is befitting the Corsair. Also written by Jody Houser, who plays the Corsair in her best non-canon appearance (Geek and Sundry’s TBD RPG Doctor Who Actual Play) because what’s more iconic than getting hired to write comics and choosing to bring in the very minor one off ‘already canonically dead’ character you played in a live-streamed ttrpg game. Although, don’t let that fool you. This is also a good comic in general. Even if you’ve never heard of the Corsair. (“canon” here meaning officially licensed as Doctor Who doesn’t actually have a canon) (anonymous)

Space in Dimension Relative and Time

Synopsis

The Doctor is the only one who realises that the flow of time in the vortex has been disrupted, but can he uncover the cosmic culprit and put causality back on the right track — before Alice and her fellow TARDIS travellers are de-aged right out of existence?

Propaganda

backwards doctor who comic! also there is a nimon (@lilydvoratrelundar )

Time In Reverse

Synopsis

The First Doctor, John and Gillian arrive on present-day Earth in the middle of a sea. After making it back to the mainland, they realise that time is running backwards and they have arrived at the end of their adventure. The only way for the travellers to be reunited with the TARDIS is to retrace events of which they have no knowledge that will lead them to the story's beginning.

Propaganda

it's the first backwards doctor who comic! it's really cleverly done and interesting (@lilydvoratrelundar )

#round 1

[windy-trickster]

Ancestor Archive

LOG #1: THE SONGBIRD LOG #2: THE MARAUDER LOG #3: MAVERICK CIRRUS / THE WINDWALKER LOG #4: THE UNDYING CORSAIR / THE SCRIBE LOG #5: THE VOODOOIST LOG #6: THE HISTORIAN LOG #7: THE THESPIAN LOG #8: THE DOLLMAKER LOG #9: THE SAWBONES LOG #10: THE HELTER-SKELTER LOG #11/#12: THE COSMIC MISSIONARY AND THE HELLRAISER LOG #13: HER DARLING CABARET LOG #14: THE PETTIFOG LOG #15: THE PANTOLOGIST LOG #16: THE PURITY LOG #17: THE NIGHTSHADE LOG #18: THE ENIGMATIC BARONESS

#windy files #ancestor logs #will be updated as needed

[tapiov]

Cosmic Corsair - 7DRL 2023

I am declaring success. I got the win condition stuff done on Tuesday (day 4) as well as the ability for enemies to shoot too. I also added a little handmade starting area (first pic below shows the addition to the level generator json to support that, but for the results, you need to try the game!). I also experimented with post-processing effects and later normal mapping, but ended up scrapping those as they did not give enough bang for buck to justify the amount of time needed to tune them and fix them to look nice.

EDIT: Sorry, can’t figure out how to make that picture above less huge and obnoxious.

On Wednesday I didn't have much time to develop, but Thursday was quite productive: map variation tuning, new "stat augment" item pick-ups, more weapon variation and general testing. I also added more lighting by slapping point lights to certain emissive tiles as well as bullets. It looked really nice, but the way three.js handles lights, there was quite a bit of shader compilation stutter (whenever there is a different light count on screen, that’s a different shader permutation), I ended up compromising by limiting concurrent world point lights to ~4, though it still gives pretty nice effect.

Anyway, I still got maybe an hour tomorrow morning, but realistically the game is done, and it is playable here:

https://tapio.itch.io/cosmic-corsair

#7drl #gamedev #cosmic-corsair

[phvntom-limbs]

Celestial Dip - Chapter I

Diabeth (Dio / Self-Insert) ✧ 1.9k ✧ SFW

Syn: A Siren must turn to a pirate captain for help when she gets wounded and washes up on a shore.

✧ Read on AO3

Dark waves lapped the rocks and the moon hung high in the sky. It was almost summer, and the night was cool and short as Elizabeth perched on the edge of a small stone island and gazed up at specks of cosmic glitter. The tips of her fan-like tail dipped into the water and danced with the movement. This night was perfect and welcoming. No man or beast would fear the vast blue for now. She could feel it in the waves, in the dark of the dimly moonlit night there were visitors, many of them, in a huge hulking vessel splitting seafoam and waves. A ship. Perhaps navy or pirates. Elizabeth often preferred the former, as their blood didn’t offend her palate as much as an oft-drunken corsair. As the ship breached the horizon she exhaled pitifully. She wouldn’t be so lucky tonight, it seems. 

Pushing forward in the distance was a beautiful wooden vessel, flag flying high and proud with bright lanterns placed around the ship in a flaming game of connect-the-dots. It was an undeniably gorgeous sight. Probably stolen, no doubt. Even from this distance she could tell that they were either lucky pirates, or among the richest of them. Perhaps they would be the nicest pirate feast she’d ever encountered. She thanked the gods above she didn’t need to share.

Elizabeth dipped below the waves for a second to soak her drying skin before returning to her spot on the rocks. She watched the boat creep closer and closer before summoning the eerie lament in the back of her throat. It filled the night air with ease and creatures below the waterline sank deeper beneath the waters surface as it disturbed the once peaceful waves. Come to me, across the sweet blue, come.

From the slowly closing distance, she could see a few figures on the ship lean over the edge and search the dark water for the source of music. Her canines poked her bottom lip as she smiled. Poor fools. Sometimes they dove in from such a distance to reach her, sometimes they sailed closer. These men, despite their searching, seemed to choose the latter with a hurried change of course that had their captain burst onto the deck and begin yelling confused reprimands at his crew. 

She broke her singing with a musical laugh as a couple of his men hit the waves despite his berating. The blond gripped the side of his ship and looked over the water, his cognac glare meeting her shimmering gaze before she pulled the men closer and ran the tip of her tongue along a fang. Her nails pricked their skin through their shirts and she dragged them below the surface before the captain could finish ordering her capture. She slipped out of his grasp, just like that, drowning two of his men and laughing in his face. 

Under the waves, far below the glistening surface, Elizabeth inspected the now breathless men. Their clothes were higher quality - on par with some of the sailors she’d captured in the past - and one of them wore fine jewellery, most of which wasn’t scuffed or marred. She’d been right. They must be among some of the richest pirates she’d ever encountered. A wider smile grew on her face - they didn’t smell like alcohol. Tonight’s feast would be delightful.

Dipping down further, she plunged her teeth into the neck of one of the poor men and blood burst into her mouth, dyeing the water around her a morbid pink. Her prediction was right; no alcohol. Just metallic sweetness coating her tongue. She hummed against the punctured flesh with unbridled joy.

Once she had finished, she held his body out and began carefully removing the jewellery from his arms and ears and slipping them on herself. They floated gently in the water and glistened where the moonlight could reach and she smiled proudly. This was only one of the men after all. She glanced at her second catch of the night before tossing her previous victim away like an old toy, leaving him for the calm waters.

Turning her attention to the second man, she grabbed his arm and pulled his throat to her mouth, plunging her teeth in once more. Her eyes fluttered shut, she could savour this feast longer, her heart thudding viciously in her chest with all her excitement. This was divine. Her nails pierced his neck and arm as she held him in place, devouring all she could. When Elizabeth finally pulled her head back from his flesh she almost felt lightheaded, head swirling with joy. This was addictive. She knew she could live without it but the chase reaped such delightful rewards, she couldn’t deny herself such bliss. Leaning over, she flashed her teeth again only for them to suddenly clamp themselves together. Pain bloomed in her abdomen and her eyes snapped downwards as bright red danced in the water around her. Clasping a hand to the wound, she hurriedly looked for the cause before her gaze fell on a blade rising to the surface of the water and then to the man’s waist. His dagger had come free of its scabbard and sliced her when she went for seconds.  Furious, she pushed his body away from her and plunged the blade into his chest with a frustrated yell. 

She was still bleeding and her hand was doing nothing - she needed to get home or somewhere. If she got to land she could pass herself off as a human victim and get help that way, she knew there were beaches close by, she’d explored these waters over and over. Turning in the water, throat tight and head spinning, she pushed forwards through the blue until her arms ached, ignoring the needle-prick pains spreading across her gut. 

It was day when Elizabeth awoke, the smell of salt in her hair and the grit of sand pressed against her skin breaking through her drowsiness and nausea. Red stained the ground beneath her still, though it had begun to dry when the tide receded and she didn’t have the strength to push herself up. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the sun, blurriness swapped for clear shapes as she started to pick up familiar noises: idle chatter, seagulls, steps on wood. She’d washed up somewhere lively, at least, but nobody seemed to have even noticed her yet. 

Trembling, she tried to push herself along the sand, newfound legs numb and uncooperative. She cursed, tears welling in her eyes as she gripped fistfulls of sand. God she was naked, the light breeze and sand coating her skin finally registered and along with it came the awareness of her own nudity. She was exposed and fragile and starting to feel a flush rise to her cheeks. Hanging her weak head, she sunk into the sand again and closed her eyes, trying to gain some strength to push forward despite it all.

Then, she heard steps in the sand and the distinct jingle of metal against metal growing nearer and a muffled ‘I will join you in the tavern soon., don’t cause trouble’ breaking through her haze. She tilted her head, lidded eyes slowly focusing on the stranger before they flew open. Blondie. Fuck. 

The leather boots promptly stopped in front of her and their owner crouched in front of her, a smug grin on his face, “Fought back when the music stopped, hm?” he cooed, pulling her head back with a hand grasping her hair. 

Elizabeth scowled, smacking at his arm weakly, before her expression turned to a grimace, “If… If it’s any consolation, their knife did this to… to me,” she mumbled, removing his hand from her. 

His smile grew, somehow, “Oh?” he laughed, tilting his head after a moment, “At least you get to die somewhere pretty.”

A gasp rose in her throat and she grabbed his arm again, “Please, I’m… I’m sorry I took them but I-” her free hand gripped her abdomen again and she curled her legs up to her torso, the pain setting in as she finally fully awoke. 

“Don’t try to make me pity you, you killed my men.”

She pressed the ball of her hand to her eye and trembled, “I would ra- rather be in your debt if you helped me than die… die here like this, without dignity.”

The blond’s nose twitched in some essence of distaste and he stood, “Begging to a scoundrel isn’t helping your latter case.”

“Please,” she pleaded, raising her head, moving her hand to grip his trouser leg, which he hurriedly yanked away.

“God, get off me- fine, you’ll embarrass me too if you keep this up,” he snapped, shrugging his jacket off of his shoulders and all but dropping it on her, “Do not protest, I’m not carrying a naked, half-dead woman around.”

“Ah, but a clothed half-dead woman is… acceptable?”

“I am truly glad we’re on the same page,” he muttered quietly, scooping her over his shoulder with a deep sigh, “Your repayment better be worth it, woman.”

He adjusted his jacket over her before beginning to carry her onto the ship, expertly pulling himself aboard with his one free hand. 

The deck was empty, his crew likely decompressing in the tavern over steins and riveting conversation. Out of all the ships Elizabeth had had the misfortune of seeing, this was by far the cleanest - even with small puddles and bundles of rope strewn about. He didn’t give her much of an opportunity to take it in, though, carrying her into his quarters begrudgingly and all but dropping her on the bed.

She yelped, glaring up at him and wincing as she pulled his jacket around her again. It practically swallowed her whole, she realised. 

“If I'm going to be sitting in your bed, do I at least get your name? You’re not being much of a gentleman.”

“And you’re not being a lady,” he scoffed, opening a chest in one corner of the room and pulling some alcohol and fabric from within, “It’s Dio.”

“Dio…” she echoed, thinking deeply about it as he sat on the end of the bed and narrowed his eyes.

“This is the part where you tell me yours. Lay back,” he ordered.

Elizabeth blinked, cheeks burning as she slowly did as she was told, “Elizabeth,” she said sheepishly.

“I do not care that you’re naked, stop being so flustered, Elizabeth.”

She pressed her lips together and averted her gaze, jumping where she sat when the alcohol soaked into her wound and sent a sting through her body. Gritting her teeth she looked to the ceiling, eyes watering - in all her years hunting she’d never been hurt like this, never mind treated for it.

Dio shot her a look, brows knitting together, “Stop moving,” he snapped, holding a hand under her waist to help raise her hips as he wrapped gauze snugly around her. 

Once he was done, he returned the aid supplies to the chest and without sparing her a glance, declared he would be in the tavern with his crew before promptly exiting his quarters. She didn’t hear the lock click.

Had she doomed herself here, laying in the blond captain’s bed, bandaged and still disoriented? She slid down the bed and draped the jacket over her fully to act as bedsheets - she refused to get under his - and tried to let sleep take her peacefully this time.

#honey bats extended universe #jjba #dio brando #my writing #dio x self-insert #Shamelessly inserting my SI everywhere right now for comfort and peace.

[why-i-love-comics]

Harley Quinn #39 - "Quin-Zel: Cosmic Corsair" (2024)

by Erica Henderson

#harley quinn #harleen quinzel #poison ivy #pamela isley #DC #wednesday spoilers #spoilers #comic spoilers

[emhojsims]

Family gathering

What a truly exciting new addition to this little stable! A while back we parted ways with Fleur de Joie A, a fullblooded sister to Athenica, hoping she would make a mark on the world in her own right. And what a start she had indeed..

When this young gentleman popped up for auction Rika could barely contain her excitement. Jovial AER is the son of Joy and Cosmic Corsair AER, a registered SWB like his dam with a Hanoverian sire. Though the auction offered fierce bidding from several interested parties, Rika couldn't let anyone else bring home this little gem. She offered the buyout price, paid, and Jovial was hers!

It was an anxious few days before Jovial had made the journey to Sweden, and then to Stall Appelhester. But of course, the first thing needing doing was to commemorate the occasion with a quick photoshoot! Pictured next to his aunt Athenica, this young stud is curious about his surroundings but also quite ready for a nap.

Join the Equiliberty discord!

#equiliberty #simblr #sims 4 #sims 4 horses #sims discord

[midnight-and-his-melodiverse]

THE TITANIA COLLECTIVE TRILOGY: FORMAL INTRO!

Ambient noises of TV static can be heard, as Midnight walks over to a screen on a pedestal.

"...Hello? Is this thing on?" He taps it expectantly.

The screen then lights up with blue. "Transmission began." it read on the LCD screen.

...Alright, so it is on! Midnight thought to himself.

Welcome officially to the formal intro for the Titania Collective trilogy!! Here will be the plot, characters, and opening line of each WIP in the trilogy!

Starting first with Stars, Bits, and Bytes!

"Why did we decide to do this again?" - Lyric, "Stars, Bits, and Bytes, Episode One: The Discovery of the Titania"

The Titania Collective, Part One: Stars, Bits, and Bytes

-SUMMARY-

After two adventurous young kids named Lyric and Ottava stumble upon a strange spacecraft, they are thrown into a grand adventure through space with a cranky AI named Intra who loves to misnavigate the ship, a group of strangely greedy space pirates who really want a piece of the group's ship, named the Titania, and an emperor who wishes to siphon music magic from everyone and everything to give himself power.

-CHARACTERS-

THE MAIN CHARACTERS!

Lyric - a young eleven year old boy, who is enamored with space. Along with his sister, Ottava, they head far from home to discover a mysterious spacecraft in construction, which would come to be known as the Titania. On the side, he likes to entertain himself with painting either landscapes, or the ship itself, on their long planetary excursions.

Ottava - a young twelve year old tween, who like his brother Lyric, is also enamored with space, but instead is more focused on the astrology side of things with zodiac signs and constellations. She accompanies Lyric on their journey far away from their home to see this spacecraft in construction, during the events of Episode One: "The Discovery of the Titania"

Arietta - a thirty-four year old pilot, ten years fresh out of flight school, who along with her partner in flight school Quintus, had some hands in testing the Titania's aeronautical capabilities and seeing if it was fit for the harsh environment of space.

Apparently Lyric and Ottava are now calling her "Mom" which is definitely an endearing gesture, but she's not really sure what to think of it, as sweet as it is.

Quintus - Arietta's partner in flight school, also ten years fresh out of it as well. His hand in testing the capabilities of the Titania were more from a technical standpoint, less of a pilot view.

And like Arietta being called "Mom" by the kids, Quintus is also called "Dad" which confuses him.

THE SIDE CHARACTERS!

Intra - Intra is a computer assistant that was originally installed inside the Titania for navigational, research, and general purposes. Now though, it's programming must've change, because almost all responses to simple questions come out as impudent and rude.

The Constellation Corsairs - these guys are known around Stella Concordia as being freebooters, they take what they can afford from others' spacecraft because they're trying to build their own base of operations within their craft, but they need "just a couple more spare parts" when in reality its more like, seven thousand dollars' worth of spacecraft parts.

A situation with them: "Hey, are those spare spaceship parts? Let us just uh, steal seven thousand dollars worth of well-crafted and polished craft parts and use them for our own gain!"

THE ANTAGONISTS!

Emperor Tetrachord

The Silencers

The Titania Collective, Part Two: Blizzards, Puzzles, and Strange Messages

UNDER CONSTRUCTION, CHECK BACK LATER!

-- Management

The Titania Collective, Part Three: Space Pirates, Shadow Monsters, and Cosmic Anomalies

UNDER CONSTRUCTION, CHECK BACK LATER!

-- Management

-OPENING LINES-

"Why did we decide to do this again?" - Spoken by Lyric at the beginning of Stars, Bits, and Bytes!

"On this planet, there are three things you should be concerned about: 1. Preparing for winter. Unlike any normal planet, the atmosphere shifts to be more hostile when winter rolls around, so whoever is reading this, please for my safety and yours, keep your guard up. 2. Nightfall. You have to be very vigilant during nightfall, as some Silencers are camping out and around. Not all of them were destroyed when Emperor Tetrachord's ship was totaled. 3. Navigation. Proper navigation is paramount, especially in very harsh blizzard conditions.

That's what Lyric, Ottava, and the Constellation Corsairs, of which they had now befriended, had woken up to during one morning when winter was just starting to set in around them. It wasn't at its worst... yet, anyway, so they had plenty of time to prepare. Well... at least if Mother Nature would play nice." - Narration at the beginning of Blizzards, Puzzles, and Strange Messages!

"It was cloudless and terrifyingly moonless, on the night the Corsairs were ambushed by the shadow monsters. Through darkness they pursued them, and wisps of black dust trailed behind those godforsaken creatures as they hunted the group like a pack of wolves to its prey." - Narration at the beginning of Space Pirates, Shadow Monsters, and Cosmic Anomalies!

*transmission ended.*

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