#foundation texts

[fgrobichiko]

Case 2022U- Minute to Midnight

[Subject: A recording of the thoughts of Fuji783, Robotic Organism, at the conclusion of mission [REDACTED]]

"Fifty nine seconds until detonation.

The device is set. Final protocol is to return.

Fifty eight seconds.

Enemy movement continues. More of the creatures are appearing. Parameters for escape unclear.

Fifty seven seconds.

Fuji782 is not moving. Functioning has not ceased. Missing limb insufficient to prevent motion. Fuel loss is significant. Sharing fuel line.

Fifty five seconds.

We must escape. Fuji780-Fuji790 all but destroyed. Only us now. Shielding holds. Creatures have begun their approach. Fuji782 is not moving. Why is Fuji782 not moving.

Fifty one seconds.

I start to carry Fuji782. It is difficult. Escape barred by numerous creatures. The device is set. Final protocol is to return.

Fifty seconds.

Ammunition continues to run low. The way is cleared for now.

Forty nine seconds.

The way is blocked. Structure seems to be unstable. Perhaps the physics of this place differ more than suspected. Selecting alternate path.

Forty two seconds.

The creatures are rallying. Fuji782 has moved. Her hand holds mine.

Thirty five seconds.

Leaping gaps becomes difficult as shared energy depletes. Climbing route selected.

Twenty nine seconds.

I cannot fail. She cannot die.

Twenty five seconds.

Final protocol is to return. The gateway is open. The device is set. Return to [REDACTED] is final protocol.

Twenty seconds.

My leg. The servos. Something has me. I lash out. Final protocol is to return. Fuji782 holds me. She is broadcasting now. Our memories will be recorded.

Fifteen seconds.

The missing leg has slowed us. Digits on second hand fused. Energies beginning to destabilise structural integrity. I hold her to my chest.

Nine seconds.

We are almost there. She cannot walk. I must return. The creatures surround us. I am crawling. I am crawling.

Three seconds.

Fuji782 will return. I push her through the gateway. She will be safe. Our fingers each slide through the others'. I have failed my final protocol. I have succeeded beyond success.

Two seconds.

The creatures are upon me.

One second.

Ze-"

[On repeated readings, it is clear the Fuji7 series must be discontinued. The mission was completed, and the threat from [REDACTED] seems to be confirmed as over. Later models must be programmed with greater adherence to protocol - though unit 82 was recovered with full records, the state of the machine was untenable. Remind doctor [REDACTED] that next time, he must be more careful with his products.]

#foundation texts #microfiction

[wanderinthedeep]

sometimes the solution is just to jerk off and go to sleep. before you do something stupid, have you tried just jerking off and going to sleep?

#sponsored by jerking off™️ #with generous support from the passing the fuck out foundation #and viewers like you #thank you #text

[undemolitioned-lovers]

i feel like foundations of decay is the song equivalent of lying on your back with your eyes closed in the middle of a forest at dusk while the cool rain hits you through a clearing in the trees with a sharp intensity that comforts you despite the mild pain of it all, and as the rain is soaking through your clothes, and you're growing cold, and as you feel the dirt sticking to you, you open your eyes and look up at the sky, and feel truly alive again, yet somehow not quite human at the same time

#anyways how was your week guys #mcr #my chemical romance #the foundations of decay #phantom says things #my chem #text post #foundations of decay #idk man

[fishareglorious]

I wonder what exact chain of events happened to make Z have this mug. Did she buy it herself? Did she design it? Make it? Was it a gift from. Consantine? Also how and why does she keep bringing it around to places (see: first img is in a car in green lake campsite) is it her arcane skill😭

#madam z #reverse 1999 #certified storm moments #get a damn thermos girl!!!! someone get toof to buy her wife a thermos!!! #i saw someone in twitter ask if this mug means the foundation is selling employee merch for propaganda purposes😭😭😭 #madam z nuis. mark hall keychain charms. constantine bobbleheads im on the fucking floor wheezing #also i do have to mention the text in her mug says something along the lines of ‘Labor is Glorious’

[one-time-i-dreamt]

The SCP Foundation had to recall all of the Grimace shakes due to the mass amount of deaths that were happening. Grimace himself was classified as “Keter” class.

#dream #text #July 5th 2023 #scp foundation #the scp foundation #grimace #shake #food #eating #death #death mention #death tw #drinking #keter #queueueueueueueueueueueueueue

[arowrath]

the thing about my chemical romance is that you will be like what do i even do now. and they will be like you must fix your heart.

#the foundations of decay #text #peer reviewed banger #lost&found #mcrla5

[suzie-bee]

Had a dream the dsmp was a play and i just remember this one part where tommy was hiding from dream in the crowd and dream was walking through the audience looking for him and all the kids had to make lots of noise to get him off track and confuse him

I dunno it was kinda sweet

#mcyt #text tag #i was tommy in this dream and i was also part frog #later on the dream got way more serious with the theatre turning into a giant hotel? #and dream was getting angry #ready to tear down the very foundations of the building and killing everyone inside to find his hiding spot #i remember hiding in this giant art piece that looked like a huge white tree and watching dream walk past me #very scawy

[vanillabat99]

Here's a petition for combatting the latest anti-trans stuff in Alberta!! I'm pretty sure you have to at least be in Canada to sign it, but I'm not sure if you need to be in Alberta specifically. Please sign it if you're able to, this directly impacts my community and people I care about!!!

If you can't sign, there's a legal fund donation page for the Skippingstone Foundation, which is a group I can personally vouch for and that does so so so much for the community.

Thanks for taking the time to read this, and I hope we can get through this together!!

#skippingstone foundation my beloved. please please please check out their website at the VERY LEAST!!!!!!!! #the founders are amazing people and the resources they have are fantastic!! #also!! help make my shitty province less shitty please!! #batty blogging #text #link #activism #lgbt #lgbtqia #lgbtq community #queer #trans #transgender #trans rights #canada #sorry for all the tags i really dont know how to tag this!!

[lastparty]

ten years

#trc #foundational text!

[nibbelraz]

heh the funniest thing about all the sqh stuff is I literally have most of a fic written from outsider pov which is basically sqh’s head disciple realizing he’s a god and that any prayers to him get answered (usually by sqh without him realizing it). It’s several k words now and the random sqh posting makes me hopeful some people would like it 💜

ANON

ANON PLEASE

On my KNEES AND CRYING PLEASE SEND ME THE FIC WHEN YOU DROP IT I PROMISE YOU SO MANY PEOPLE WOULD BE SCREAMING WITH JOY AT THIS CONCEPT

if not I will scream with joy, I AM screaming with joy rn, I personally will be your number one fan

anon I would love to read this whenever you post/publish it

#BEGGING ANON I WOULD READ IT I WANT TO READ IT SO BAD #svsss #shang qinghua #i wanna see the cute baby disciples ask sqh innocent questions knowing he's literally changing the foundation of the world and theyre just #owo #all the writers/authors out there know ily so much and anything you write is breathtaking #beautiful #and perfect #nib text #ask

[annabelle--cane]

the discussion topic tonight at my campus mspec social group was queer horror, and I shall say that nothing has ever made me more aware of the Type Of Guy I am than when I mentioned carmilla and interview with the vampire and absolutely no one knew what I was talking about

#are these not the foundational texts? does no one care about gay vampires 🧛‍♀️🏳️‍🌈 ? #marina marvels at life

[fgrobichiko]

Subject 2022K - The Dark Night

[Subject: Report detailing a series of disturbing dreams experienced during work on the [REDACTED] project.]

It starts the same every time. We finally manage it - extra-solar flight. Not just the few probes and comms we've sent out before, not even the [REDACTED]. Actual, manned, universally-known flight to another solar system. The pilots were glorious, heavenly messengers to the wider universe. We celebrated. We put all our worries behind us. We didn't think how our need for adventure could blind us.

The next ships were made with advanced systems. They were new, sleek, you could barely see the guidance systems. They assured us that the biggest issues from the last flight were taken care of, mostly radiation and comets in the way. As it launched, it unfolded a shield. The pilots were instant celebrities. We loved them, and we knew they loved us.

The third series of ships were even sleeker. They were like sharp spikes pointing into the sky. Angular, with flat panels that would open up. There were warnings that some kind of debris field had floated into the path they were being taken through, so the laser systems were increased, able to blast things out of the way with energy harvested from the black panelling it was covered in. It was a genius design. When it launched, there was a small glitch in the audio feed, but the pilots came back after a moment and they were cheering as they flew. The ship launched a web of carbon tubes before it as it flew, forming a strange, dark star that would absorb the worst of any impacts. The cultural impact reached a fever pitch. We were there, we thought. A truly science fiction world, making our way into deep space. People clamoured to join the next mission, and the next mission came quick.

This time, not just a ship. A small fleet. National budgets turned entirely towards space. We were selling our bodies, our futures, for progress. We forgot the promise that each mission would be feeding back, and the ships were filled up. They did lotteries because they were so popular. These ships were.. strange. More organic seeming, with huge segmented parts like the insides of a shell. They were totally covered in protective surfaces, to the point no communications would leave or enter. They'd said when they were launched they would drop a satellite that could relay messages. We didn't question it. We didn't question it when the people filed in and went silent. When they launched, it was in silence apart from the rockets themselves. The new engines channeled the blast in weird, efficient ways. It sounded like screaming. They were recycling everything. There wasn't any exhaust.

The next few missions passed like that. We stopped celebrating. We stopped seeing the pilots as celebrities and started seeing them like patriots of earth. It wasn't our sense of adventure anymore. It was our sense of duty to the wider universe. The ships kept going out. They kept getting stranger. Long, distorted. Asymmetrical. They were finding new, more advanced shapes. We sold everything we had. We lost all our rights. Nothing mattered more. We didn't look into the night sky in wonder anymore. We didn't look at all. We worked and we worked until we could join the ships. They aren't using pilots anymore. Not... not like they used to. The "pilots" were part of the ship now. And we were part of the crew, even if we weren't aboard yet.

The next ships were black. But not like solar panels. Like they'd been burnt. Like they'd scabbed over some kind of bleeding flesh. They were half-finished, too. From a distance the struts and scaffolds of the ships looked like... I don't know. Like a net, keeping things inside. And they launched silently, like they were being taken by the sky. A black swarm of blades, cutting the atmosphere to ribbons.

Then, we heard from it. The other system. Life. They were broadcasting to everything they could. Pleading with us. Begging us. Stop. Stop. Stop. We're sorry. We're sorry for whatever we did. Stop coming here. Send back your demons.

By the time we saw it, it was too late. We looked up and the sky was black.

[The report ends. [REDACTED] has been transferred to other projects since.]

#writing #microfiction #Foundation Texts

[tasteofyourblood]

#this took me a REALLY long time bcuz i couldnt understand why the glitter text wasnt moving and i tried figuring it out on my own #and only after like 2 HOURS did i finally give up and look online to find out it was SUCH A SIMPLE SOLUTION OH MY FUCKING GOD #but hey now ik how to layer gifs ontop of each other (still dont exactly know how to make gifs tho) #but yeah long way of me saying FOUNDATIONS OF DECAY GET UP COWARD YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS #mcr #my chemical romance

[mewtwo24]

I can't stop thinking about the revelation of Luo Binghe's heavenly demonic heritage and how striking the differences are in SVSSS vs PIDW. 

In terms of the original, how Shen Jiu's violence was unexpected but numbing after a point. How Luo Bingge's awakening would be a means to freedom; that while he might be reviled by human immortals, at least he no longer had any reason to give a damn what they thought. Demonic cultivation would exact the wrongs that had been acted on him tenfold in cold blood, to repay youthful admiration and blind trust with all the cruelty unleashed on him indiscriminately. How easy it was for Luo Bingge to choose power and performance because he had little if nothing else of substance to turn to. 

For Luo Bingge, otherness is an easy second skin because he's never once belonged in the first place. Sneering is natural when the entire world has done nothing but badmouth, ridicule, hit, and condemn you for things that were never within your control. “What does it matter that you're a monster now?” Luo Bingge seems to think, “You were and will be a monster always.” Every facade, every ill-intended act of deception and violence is merely injustice reaping its due.

Luo Binghe (Bingmei) has no such liberties.  

For Luo Binghe, the trappings of comfort and belonging end up yielding an entirely new problem, a reversal of Luo Bingge’s non-conundrum. His fear is that Shen Qingqiu’s love might be conditional rather than a despair that it is non-existent, because in many respects it is for the surrounding immortals; they go from calling Binghe a promising and shining youth to a demonic scourge born to invite ruin in the span of a handful of years. Shen Qingqiu, caught between what he wants to do versus what he believes he must do and his own fears, sours Luo Binghe’s trust to quivering doubt. What Bingge desperately craved was precisely what put Binghe through such unrelenting turmoil. Where difference and change is freedom for Luo Bingge, it is a chilling and unwelcome prospect for Luo Binghe. 

For Luo Binghe, the thought that he could be something monstrous to the person he loves is a form of self-annihilation; so much of his desperation to appear non-threatening to Shen Qingqiu is rooted in this self-same anxiety. In the wake of Meng Mo’s intervention, Luo Binghe cannot even bring himself to ask “What does it matter that you’re a monster now?” He can only cling to the desperate belief that if he can just conceal what he is for long enough, the future he always dreamed of might still be within his reach: an eternal life of peace by Shen Qingqiu’s side. 

For Luo Binghe, the rejection of his humanity means rejecting the people who nurtured him wholeheartedly (the washerwoman, transmigrated Shen Qingqiu) with love and kindness. Even despite the confusion behind Shen Qingqiu’s change, even despite how enigmatic and reticent he can often still be, Binghe recognizes powerful instances of tenderness and care in his actions. Someone who stubbornly healed his wounds, who was unable to watch him be brutally bullied without due recourse, someone who trusted in him and his potential with his whole heart. 

For Luo Binghe, power and demonic strength mean absolutely nothing because he has love. He doesn’t want them, and even when he does have them they are used in service of protecting Shen Qingqiu. Xin Mo isn’t able to take over because Luo Binghe isn’t strong enough to resist its temptations to subjugate the world, it happens because he exhausts so much energy trying to preserve Shen Qingqiu’s life that his resistance fractures. And even when Xin Mo succeeds in warping Binghe’s mind, the end result is still in service to a desire to be close to Shen Qingqiu’s heart. In the end, he continues to seek love.

Where the inexorable tides of change become opportunity (arguably even a boon) for Luo Bingge, for Luo Binghe this change is the focal point of his calamitous loss. How Luo Bingge's ascension is a ruthless and seamless transformation--all of his experiences hardening him into something harsh and brutal and unyielding to survive. How Luo Binghe's is instead a fall from grace; the corruption of innocence and stolen youth--of dreams razed to ash and safety obliterated.

And after all, doesn't it hurt so much more to have known peace and thrash that it will forever be out of your grasp? ...Than to live in such tumultuous waters that gentleness is an alien, loathsome, and unfathomable thing. For the former, a feeling of safety may never be restored--always looking back before looking forward. For the latter, there is nothing but the grim and solitary march on, eyes shuttered to all else.

I feel like that's why I love the ending of the third novel, as disturbing as it may appear to a lot of readers. Shen Qinqiu expresses his disbelief and hurt that Luo Binghe would lie to him and choose so much destruction, but for Luo Binghe it all has a singular source. Without love, he has nothing. He cannot choose a life devoid of the person he loves.  

(I once read a fic where Luo Binghe says ‘I never wanted to be a demon’ to Shen Qingqiu and I think it metaphysically changed me as a person. Every single day I think about it and try not to bawl my eyes out. Anyways.)

#svsss #scum villain's self saving system #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #bingqiu #luo bingge #there's a much longer analysis post i'm plotting regarding bingqiu and sqq specifically but god #this shit? this guts me every single time i read fanfic or reread the original text #pretty much this and tianxi is a direct hit to the gut for me #i will never be over how relentless mxtx is about the importance of kindness/compassion #how even a single person's acknowledgement of our deepest vulnerability is enough to change us irrevocably #how that is a foundational aspect of what it means to be a person in the world. the most animating force #mxtx is such a real one i'm sorry i just adore her work

[laurasbailey]

critical role foundation donating to palestine? damn i didn’t think they had the guts after this long, good for them.

#text #a company that runs a foundation absolutely has a responsibility to this crisis #i’m glad they made the right choice (finally)

[undemolitioned-lovers]

every time i hear the static at the beginning of foundations i start shaking violently

#the foundations of decay #mcr #my chemical romance #phantom says things #swarm #my chem #text post #my chemical fucking romance