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erigold13261 · 10 months

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📢Psychonauts NSR AU, Chapter 13: One Final Rock Song To Play📢

Milla and Sasha couldn’t believe on what had happened. Ford was Vision Quest, the output was forty-seven, and why did Gristol say that they were the new ‘king’ and ‘queen’? There were so many questions and so little answers.

“Oh Ford… you are that easy to fool.” Gristol spoke.

“Gristol, great… it’s you.” Ford responded with slight annoyance.

“You guys know each other?” Milla asked.

“Of course I did.” Gristol responded. He then turned to Ford. “You were perfect. Your rock was unstoppable!” He spoke. “But then you decided to go EDM. Well take a look around.” Gristol taunted as he pointed to the office. “Look at this, EDM no longer has a place here. Not anymore!” Gristol chuckled. “The age of EDM is over. Rock rules this city now!” He said. That made Milla think, that phrase… it was very similiar to how she heard it.

'The age of Rock is over. EDM rules this city.’

Milla knew that.

“Oh nice flattering, we saw the readings. The energy output those two produced is the same as ours.” Ford responded as he pointed to the rockers.

“The energy output? Who cares about the energy output?” Gristol dryly asked.

“I do!” Milla responded with anger.

“Yeah! We started this revolution for that reason.” Sasha replied.

“Oh boo frickity boo hoo hoo. What matters most is that we get to see how much of an idiot Ford is.” Gristol answered. Milla’s heart felt like a knife just grazed it. Was that his goal?

“Eat dirt you sack of potatoes.” Ford spoke. Gristol turned to him, and clearly was going to gaslight her.

“Don’t you understand how bad you’ve treated me, Vision?” Gristol asked. “I used to be your biggest number one fan! I supported you threw thick and thin! Everyone turned their backs on you when Septentrion disbanded, but I didn't… I stayed with you! That is how rock matters to me. That’s how much you mattered to me! And after all of that… …you gave up. You just gave up and took the easy way out. You abandoned what made you matter.” Gristol explained. “It was an insult to everything I believed in! You took my heart, broke it, and threw it in the garbage can.” Gristol continued. “Was my loyalty nothing to you? Not even the slightest bit?” Gristol asked.

“Ok, listen here Gristol. I don’t and never had gave a damn about you, got that? I. Owe. You. Nothing. And if that won’t make you listen, then I got two words for you buddy. Buzz. Off.” Ford responded. This made Gristol angry, but he kept his cool and went to use his tablet. Suddenly…

“Warning. NSR Satellite de-orbiting sequence initiated. Inbound in 900 seconds.” A robotic voice spoke.

“What did you do?” Ford asked.

“I was going to save this for a more meaningful day. But I felt like that this would be the 'meaningful day’ instead.” Gristol responded as he turned his head around.

“Gristol… what did you do?!” Milla asked.

“Oh nothing much, just look at the window.” Gristol responded as he pointed to the window. That is when Milla and Sasha look at horror. The NSR Satellite was heading towards tower.

“See? I’ve set NSR’s own satellite to plunge right into this tower.” Gristol responded.

“You… you WHAT?!” Milla responded in horror.

“Gristol. Fix this. Now. Or I swear to god I will—”

“Too late. The coordinates are locked in.” Gristol coldly responded. “I can’t do anything even if I wanted to… this is not one of these moments.” He dryly responded. Everyone was stunned by what Gristol had said. Sasha was shocked, Ford was angered, and Milla… well, she was surprised.

“Warning. NSR Satellite is re-entering the atmosphere.” The robotic voice spoke.

“Oh look at that face of yours. It is nothing but an expression of utter hopelessness.” Gristol responded as he took a picture of Ford’s face. “Now you know how it feels to be ditched, like me.” He spoke. “Ah, the scent of poetic justice. Now come on you guys, let’s leave this building… and watch Ford Cruller die inside.” Gristol said. That made Milla knew that it was wrong… this wasn’t supposed to happen. She wouldn’t leave someone to die. She had to do the right thing.

“No.” Milla spoke.

“Excuse me?” Gristol asked as he stopped.

“You heard me. No.” Milla replied. “What we are doing… is wrong.” She said.

“What do you mean by 'wrong’? This is exactly what we had set to do. To end NSR once and for all.” Kliff spoke.

“This is what YOU wanted. We agreed to end NSR’s ruling, but we didn’t agree to obliterate its tower!” Milla responded.

“But Milla, haven’t you forgotten your fans?” Kliff asked. “They all want you to destroy NSR! Remember, if we completely remove NSR from this landscape, you will gain total control over Vinyl City!” Gristol explained. Milla froze at that line. Total control. That wasn’t part of the deal… and she knew what 'total control’ meant.

“But… but we’ll be repeating history.” Milla responded.

“What did you say?” Gristol asked surprised.

“We’ve became the very thing we stood against. We’re doing exactly what NSR was doing.” Milla explained. “We're… the new NSR.” Milla spoke. Then suddenly, Milla realized it and it was true. What she and Sasha were doing… was exactly what NSR was doing. “Oh… oh no.” Milla spoke as she realized.

“Milla, you’re overthinking this, man! Eradicating NSR is the right thing to do! Don’t you understand?” Gristol snapped.

“Shut it you hacking weasel! I’m done listening to you! And if that won’t make you listen, then I got two words for you buddy. Buzz. Off.” Milla spoke, to which Ford was surprised what she said. Milla turned to Sasha. “Sasha! We need to stop that satellite. This is probably dangerous, but I understand that if you would rather—”

“I’m in. I’m going with you.” Sasha responded. Milla smiled at that response.

“Good. Now a plan of action.” Milla spoke. She turned to Ford, who had an idea.

“The only way to stop the satellite that is by getting my artists reclaiming their districts. Then we’ll have enough power to repel that satellite.” Ford explained.

“Got it.” Milla said as she and Zuke boarded on the lift.

“I need some time to ensure the safety of my personnel and evacuate them from this building. Can you two handle the districts first?” Ford explained.

“We can. You can count on us!” Milla replied. Gristol was not going to let them side with their 'rivals’. And immediately hurried to the three.

“You guys won’t succeed! Your fans will make sure of it!” Gristol spoke. This caused Ford to stop the lift, and lower it… and well…

*THWACK*

“Ow!” Gristol said as he winced in pain by getting a kick in… a certain area.

When Ford, Milla, and Sasha made it to the top, Sasha and Milla reached to the helicopter to control.

“Once you’s reached the districts, head to the Grand Qwasa and rock you’re instruments, okay?!” Ford explained.

“I think I know where you’re going with this!” Sasha responded.

“Good, then good luck then!” Ford responded as the two flew off.

The first stop B2J made was Dream Fever, Lucky’s district. Looking down, they saw that there was spray paint of their faces, their symbol, their bandname. They saw the statues were ruined… the paintings were fine. But they knew what they did was wrong. The two looked and saw that the satellite was falling. That is when Milla got a text when they reached the Evenfall Gallery.

“Milla! Sasha! You need to stop this! You’re throwing away everything that we’ve accimplished!” It read. It was from Gristol. Milla turned her phone off and the two landed.

When they landed, they saw robots that had their faces spray painted on and that a generator was absorbing energy, and that the Evenfall Gallery was surrounded by a force field. Milla and Sasha defeated most of the robots and played their music, which changed their powers. Releasing Dream Fever. Suddenly, Lucky appeared.

“Okay, the district is mine, Sasha! Go help the others!” Lucky spoke. The two rockers nodded and boarded the helicopter to the next site.

The next stop was Metro Division, 1010’s district. The satellite was sort of nearer. Milla saw how all of the pretty faces of 1010 were ruined, and all of the machines were acting out of control. The next text Milla was from Gristol.

“Why are you siding with NSR? Don’t you remember what they did to this city?!” It read. Milla turned off her phone again as the two landed.

Once again, they defeated most robots, destroyed a generator which freed Barracca Mansion from it’s control, where Captain Oleander was waiting for them.

“Area is secured! You’re cleared! Go! Go! Go!” Captain Oleander ordered. Milla and Sasha saluted to the captain as the two boarded the helicopter.

The third stop was Natura, Lili’s district. The flowers were wilting, the plants were in poor quality, and the satellite was a bit closer, all because of them. The text that Gristol had sent had arrived.

“Guys, you’re smarter than this. Ford is only using you!” It read. Milla turned it off. And the two landed.

This time, all of the robots were destroyed, and the generator was broken, as well as the shield that freed Natura Concert Hall. To which Lili appeared.

“Thank you Bunk Bed Junction! You’re not that bad at all!” Lili bowed. Milli and Sasha couldn’t help but chuckle at what she said. The two boarded the helicopter and arrived at the next district.

The next district was Akusuka, Raz’s district. The satellite drew nearer and nearer and the lights weren’t shining anymore. And the Kura Kura Stream Hub was faintly shining. Milla got another text.

“Think of your legacy! Do you want to be known as the biggest failures of Vinyl City?!” It read. The two landed, ignoring the text.

The two defeated some robots, and were able to free the Kura Kura Stream Hub from it’s shield. To which Raz arrived, cheering them on.

“Go Bunk Bed Junction! You can do this!” Raz cheered as he gave a peace sign. The two smiled at his response. When they boarded the helicopter to their next destination.

Cast Tech was the next stop, and it was DJ CCC’s district. They saw how heavily damaged it was. Every image of DJ CCC was torn off, the statue was painted with reds and greens, they knew they had to stop this and that the satellite was building level close. Then a text arrived.

“Milla, I’m sorry, I really need to talk to you. Please.” The text read. Milla ignored it, and the two hopped off.

There was very little of robots and that the generator was easily broken by their music. And when it was freed, DJ CCC arrived.

“Seems that you Plutonians aren’t that bad. But now’s not the time to stay. Head to the Grand Qwasa. Hurry!” DJ CCC ordered.

The two headed to the helicopter. And went to their last stop.

The last stop, the Grand Qwasa. Milla and Sasha saw that the satellite was closer. And that a text from Gristol arrived.

“I WON’T LET YOU DO THIS!!!” It read. Milla had enough. And immediately deleted Gristol’s contact. After that, the two landed.

This time, they saw Gristol face to face.

“I don’t want to do this, but you left me no choice!” Gristol said as he summoned many robots.

They were hard to beat, as if the more robots they beat, the more harder it becomes. Cause every robot defeated, another is summoned. It was hard but that is when Milla heard a familiar voice.

Milla turned around and saw that Ford was back… alongside with his guitar. That is when… he playing the loudest riff ever, it was so loud that knocked out not only every robot, but it also knocked out Gristol as well.

“Thanks!” Milla responded.

“No problem, now hurry! Quick, you two! Get on the Grand Qwasa!” Ford ordered as the two hurried to the Grand Qwasa.

When they got to the Grand Qwasa, they saw everyone.

DJ Cold Comet Crispin, Raz, Lili, Captain Oleander, and Lucky… as of now. It was just the power of the two rockers, it was the power… of seven.

“There’s only one thing left to do.” Sasha spoke.

“Indeed. Come on everybody! We got to do this!” Milla said as she told the rockers.

“Bunka!” They started…

“Junka!” They prepared…

“Shakalaka!” They knew…

“BAM!” They rocked…

And suddenly, the NSR tower. Began to change shape by collecting many buildings. It turned into an arm, which in turned into a rocking formation, which when the satellite was close… the building struck it, causing the satellite to explode. Saving the people of Vinyl City.

#submission #psychonauts #no straight roads #nsr #othfic #othau #the long awaited finale is here!#oh what might be the finale #don't know if the writer is also going to do the aftermath as well #but either way this was a very fun read #if you do end up making the epilogue #then i can't wait to read that as well!#good work!#noart

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lotrmusical · 2 months

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never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱

#was calling beckett and scouring the works of eliza cook looking for lesbianism #good amounts of lesbianism in evidence but unfortunately very little in the way of good poetry #APART from this worm one which DOES NOT MISS #eliza cook #is there a thriving eliza cook tag on tumblr. somehow i doubt it #the hand of the giant and the heart of the brave / must turn weak and submit to the worm and the grave!#not an original theme ofc but GOD the treatment is delightful. so fresh so gleeful some rlly nice use of sound. rlly solidly constructed #words #gay belligerence

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ilona-mushroom · 4 months

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Not socialist in a “I won’t have to work” type of way but socialist in a “I’ll still be working but I won’t be worried I won’t make the rent” type of way. In a “billions won’t be hoarded by one person” type of way. In a “janitors, fast-food workers, child care workers, preschool teachers, hotel clerks, personal care and home health aides, and grocery store cashiers, will live comfortably” type of way. In a “the sick and elderly will be cared for” type of way. In a “no child should work” type of way.

#socialist #socialism #communism #anti capitalism #the belief that we won’t work under capitalism genuinely makes me so mad #like #you realize the goal of social reform is to abolish imperialism right?#there won’t be good just showing up out of nowhere without slavery and/or imperialism

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bjurnberg · 4 months

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My work boots are the most expensive shoes I’ve ever owned.

Also the most comfortable. I chose them after trying on several different brands and comparing lifespan vs usage vs comfort - I needed them for a physically demanding job, not the weekend hiking trails. I could have easily chosen cheaper boots that would have lasted long enough to be worth their low price, but I know the Sam Vimes Boot Theory and knew weaker, less comfortable boots would make my life harder in the long run.

So when the outside edge of the heel started wearing down after three years of heavy use I went to the shop I got them from and said “hey this is a common problem for me with how I walk but now it’s affecting my ankles and knees and I don’t wanna have to buy a new pair, is there a way to fix this?”

The salesman at this very fancy upscale boot store said “oh yeah, there’s a shoe repair place that can give you some heel guards - it’ll keep the rubber from wearing out.”

So at 8am this morning right after my 9hr shift ends I went to the shoe repair shop and it is the most hole-in-the-wall, is-this-a-real-business-or-a-mafia-front, am-I-gonna-get-shot tiny cinder block cube I’ve ever seen in my life. I grew up plenty poor and love me a good hole-in-the-wall business, but going from upscale store to this cash-only repair shop gave me whiplash. Wasn’t expecting this when a guy who wears three piece suits to sell boots said it’s the best place to go.

The skinny kid behind the counter looks somehow 16 and 25 at the same time, but when I tell him this place was recommended he smiles and says to hand over my boots. I hand him the vaguely warm foot-smelling boots, and stand in my socks in the 3’ square entryway surrounded by every color leather polish you could buy and watch as he turns my boots around in his hands, sizes up a crescent moon bits of plastic, and unceremoniously hammers tiny nails through them before handing them back.

The heels are perfectly level again. I can walk without almost rolling my ankles. They don’t clack loudly on the pavement or feel different. This is gonna fix my knee pain. It cost $10.

This kid had every tool he needed within arms reach, worked fast and smoothly, I was in and out the door in less than 8 minutes, and it only cost $10.

I didn’t think anything could cost only $10 anymore. I’m so used to hyperinflation prices I was spiritually thrown back to the 1400’s visiting the cobbler in town square. This kid might have been that cobbler and just decided to never die.

I’m still reeling from the whiplash, and gobsmacked at the price, and thrilled I didn’t have to go buy new, worse work boots (cuz I don’t have that kind of money for a second pair, I’m expecting these ones to last a decade) and it feels like I just experienced one of the rare little chunks of magic that floats around our world.

#shoe repair #cobbler magic #good work boots are a necessary part of life #and finding a cobbler I can take other shoes to is gonna change my life #I love craftsmen #bjurnberg

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crabussy · 1 year

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hey. don’t cry. crush four cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and pasta of your choice ok?

#ITS MY FAVOURITE PASTA RECIPE #tastes so so good and delicious and hearty and warm #doesn’t require many ingredients or effort and is so yummy #I have sensory issues and digestive disorders and this recipe brings me so much joy #barely anything to remember!!! rich while still easy on the stomach!!!!#listen to my gibberish boy #you can add any amount of sugar and vinegar and cheese it works regardless #I UPPED THE GARLIC BECAUSE OF FEEDBACK BTW #AND PUT THE CHEESE AT THE END TO AVOID IT STICKING TO THE POT

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cozylittleartblog · 2 months

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cant tell you how bad it feels to constantly tell other artists to come to tumblr, because its the last good website that isn't fucked up by spoonfeeding algorithms and AI bullshit and isn't based around meaningless likes

just to watch that all fall apart in the last year or so and especially the last two weeks

there's nowhere good to go anymore for artists.

edit - a lot of people are saying the tags are important so actually, you'll look at my tags.

#please dont delete your accounts because of the AI crap. your art deserves more than being lost like that #if you have a good PC please glaze or nightshade it. if you dont or it doesnt work with your style (like mine) please start watermarking #use a plain-ish font. make it your username. if people can't google what your watermark says and find ur account its not a good watermark #it needs to be central in the image - NOT on the canvas edges - and put it in multiple places if you are compelled #please dont stop posting your art because of this shit. we just have to hope regulations will come slamming down on these shitheads#in the next year or two and you want to have accounts to come back to. the world Needs real art #if we all leave that just makes more room for these scam artists to fill in with their soulless recycled garbage #improvise adapt overcome. it sucks but it is what it is for the moment. safeguard yourself as best you can without making #years of art from thousands of artists lost media. the digital world and art is too temporary to hastily click a Delete button out of spite

#not art #but important #please dont delete your accounts because of the AI crap. your art deserves more than being lost like that #if you have a good PC please glaze or nightshade it. if you dont or it doesnt work with your style (like mine) please start watermarking #use a plain-ish font. make it your username. if people can't google what your watermark says and find ur account its not a good watermark #it needs to be central in the image - NOT on the canvas edges - and put it in multiple places if you are compelled #please dont stop posting your art because of this shit. we just have to hope regulations will come slamming down on these shitheads #in the next year or two and you want to have accounts to come back to. the world Needs real art #if we all leave that just makes more room for these scam artists to fill in with their soulless recycled garbage #improvise adapt overcome. it sucks but it is what it is for the moment. safeguard yourself as best you can without making #years of art from thousands of artists lost media. the digital world and art is too temporary to hastily click a Delete button out of spite

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