#obsidian vault

[eric-the-bmo]

I have amazing notes

(aka i'm teaching myself how to use Obsidian Vault and I'm slowly losing my mind. I have so much to transcribe)

#eric finally speaks #NO ONE IS FORCING ME TO DO THIS EITHER IM DOING THIS OF MY OWN FREE WILL #vtm chronicle #obsidian vault #blood and silicon #THERES NO WAY I CAN REMEMBER ALL OF THE INFO I LEARN SO IM??? DOING THIS I GUESS??

[discoknack]

Ok so like a KNACK mini wiki but it's just my current understanding of the characters and a little of the world plus the pieces of my story.

I'm in a bit of a pickle because I want to write things down so the ideas are not lost, but I want to forget them afterward. I worry if I put too much effort in, I'll have memorized everything and won't be able to forget without damaging something. On the other hand, I kind of already wrote long pieces here and there on tumblr and in documents.

Alternatively, could I accept the losses? Not do anything and let my documents collect dust and the unwritten ideas fade away. But I think that includes a lot of cute ideas. But I can only vaguely remember them now anyway.

#obsidian md #obsidian vault #trying to weaponize my forgetfulness so I can somehow get a better stance on the games #also trying not to feel depressed? #bah

[marmaestro]

quick peek at the evolution (and current status) of the obsidian vault we're using for writing the game !! I'm having so much fun writing characters and designing the little village :))

#if this project ends up being lame I'll throw myself off a window or something I like the characters so so much #and also it'd be great for my portfolio but well let's not mention that rn okay... #game dev #dev log #game design #narrative design #character design #punic goose dev log #punic goose #roguelite #cozy games #obsidian vault #obsidian

[ceo-of-sloppy-men]

So... I decided to import some of my fanfics (I left out ones I didn't like) as well as my ST headcanons into Obsidian. I left out the Destiny ones as there's way too many of those

Here's the map

#yup #obsidian vault

[simplepotatofarmer]

speaking of rothko, this piece always drives me crazy because i look at it and all i can see is the main cell of pandora's vault and it makes me feel something really intense i can't put into words...

#do you get it? the yellow and orange of the lava. the black of the obsidian. the red of the cell. #because the cell is just. pain and loneliness and violence!!! FUCK!!!! #loyal talks about stuff and things #dreblr #pandora's vault

[ackee]

me when its time to sort and organize OC info

#the program obsidian is so sexy for this okay [makes 700 vaults a day] #txt

[worldwhampion]

for the past few years, my nms obsidian vault has been my pride and joy, and it's arguably what had enabled me to delve so deeply in the lore. however in recent times i haven't been making new additions to it partly due to a waning interest.

so i figured why not make it public! so someone else might be able to carry on what i have left unfinished.

it is a collection of most of the lore logs, the connections between them, along with some of my own personal notes. however, be warned that you might see some Strange Silly Stuff in italics which are My Commentary. also, this vault uses the nms font !!

#i use to live in this vault 25/8 #specifically i used to pore over the telamon boundary logs!! for the longest time i Could Not Make Sense of them #i suppose there had been so little content of them that i had to suck the most out of the paltry telamon lore hello games had given us #clearly i had found the best use of obsidian #i couldn't have started any better way #now this has paved the way for other things #you know a hyperfixation was good when you come out of it with more than you did before #no man's sky

[danimyerstalks]

I really want to start playing Fallout: New Vegas but I'm just so intimidated by it, I've never really gotten into RPGs so the scope of the game gives me a little bit of anxiety. It's the only Fallout game I own due to the reputation it puts off. If any Fallout fans would like to reach out, please do, I'd love to have someone to talk to about this so I can quell those anxieties and finally hop into the game.

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fallout nv #obsidian entertainment #vault tec

[echthr0s]

hey any o' y'all want this bit of smut well *tosses* woe, it be upon ye regardless

She has never been good at locking doors -- something about having grown up in tents and yurts, perhaps -- but most Eorzeans knocked at closed doors, so it has rarely been an issue. Rarely.

"We're down to the last bottle of arak and Lyse seems determined to empty it before sunrise, so I brought you--" Haurchefant is already talking as he walks through the cabin door and only Dayir's little oh! of surprise stops him. Frozen in place, she watches him take in the scene before him, his expression progressing smoothly from stunned to speculative to amused (yet still speculative).

Oh, what a sight she must appear! Knelt on the bed, robe loosely tied and slipping off one shoulder, the end of a cylindrical pillow peeking out from between her thighs. One hand on the mattress, stabilising her, the other shoved down beneath the robe at the point where groin met pillow. Her hair unfettered and tumbling, a fair amount of it tangled about her horns, her startled-doe eyes peeking out from between snow-white locks. For a moment, there is no sound but the creaking of the ship and the ceaseless roar of the sea.

"Oh-ho," Haurchefant murmurs after a beat, pleased as punch. "Did you leave that door open on purpose?"

"Most Eorzeans knock first," Dayir retorts haughtily, but the tremulous quality of her voice ruins her opportunity to take the high ground. Haurchefant doesn't miss it, and his cheeky grin spreads.

"Fortunately for me, I was raised by wolves," he says breezily as he perches in a nearby chair, the cup of arak he'd brought her still dangling from his fingers. "Thinking of me, perhaps?"

Dayir sighs ruefully, settling back on her haunches. "Would that I was." She taps the pillow between her legs. "But I saw this and thought of…" She winces. "Hauchefant, you have to promise not to judge me."

He laughs, but sobers some at the pleading expression on her face. "My love, you could tell me you were thinking of… of Nidhogg and I would still not judge you. You know this."

"Oh, that doesn't count. We are both too enamoured of our dear dragoon for that to be the strangest of concepts," Dayir replies pointedly, and they both laugh then, wickedly.

"It's only… I know he is terrible. He struck down our allies, our friends, without a thought! He would have done the same to me, I'm sure. But… something else happened, that awful day in Rhalgr's Reach. When he saw me. When we saw each other…"

"Oh, surely not, Dayir! Him?" Haurchefant's brows furrow, his eyes darting as he processes. "Surely not!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Haurchefant, but you know me! You know me well! I can no more ignore this than I can… than I can cease breath!" The memory of locking eyes with the crown prince of Garlemald across a landscape dyed red with the blood of her allies and friends haunts her, but more than that, it stirs her. She had seen something, a glimmer of something, in that impassive gaze. And perhaps he had seen something in her, too, because he'd left. He'd flinched, imperceptibly, he'd sheathed his sword, and he'd departed as swiftly as he'd arrived. It'd seemed an utterly random choice to the others, but…

"Why did the pillow remind you of him?" Haurchefant's question snaps her back to the present, and then confuses her. He seemed to have recovered himself, and some of the old humour is glittering in his eyes again. "You think he's that big, then?"

This drops her jaw for a second, disarming her. "Gods, no-- No! But he is so formidable, and his… his thighs…"

"Ah, the great Primal-Queller, the hallowed Saviour of Ishgard, rutting against the leg of Garlemald's least finest like a drooling hound…"

"Haurchefant!"

"I jest, my love." Wickedness has suffused his expression entire, his gaze locked somewhere near the center of her. He licks his lips, leans forward. "And I have so rudely interrupted you. Please… continue."

The intensity of his gaze is warming her, quickening her. Haurchefant Greystone, avid worshipper of her body and its endless capacity for delight, who thinks nothing of diving deep into indulgence when it is offered to him, who is curious and ravenous and wholly without shame. They had been perfect for each other from the beginning, and here, now, she is again reminded of why.

"Give me that," she commands, gesturing to the cup almost-forgotten in his hand.

He approaches, leans close. She can scent the heat and hunger rising off him, the heady excitement of restraining himself. It makes her indescribably hot for him; her hips flex, her muscles loose and liquid as she undulates against the pillow. He tips her chin up and she obediently parts her lips. He pours the liquorice-flavoured spirit into her mouth, slowly, with practised ease -- giving her time to swallow, not spilling a drop. His breath is quick against her forehead and his free hand twitches towards his swelling groin, but he does not lose focus, not even when she begins to grind in earnest, her hand massaging her cocksheath in tight circles, the pressure of both her cockhead and cunt tight against the pillow making her dizzy with sensation.

The arak spent, he steps back, never taking his eyes off her, his cheeks bright with colour. She tries to watch him in return but her eyes keep rolling back, waves of liquid warmth radiating from her core so quickly now that she can barely remain upright. She leans forward, bracing against the mattress, her hips rolling, her hair tumbling. "Haurche… please. Please…"

She is so close she can hardly stand it, and here is Haurchefant, wicked Haurchefant, replying with such insouciant innocence, "Please, what?"

Dayir turns her face up to him, lips parted and slick with spit and spirits, and Haurchefant can keep up the ruse no longer. He lunges forward, shoves his hands into her hair and his tongue into her mouth, and groans in pleasure. Every time she's come for him, it's been like this, with his mouth tight against hers and his fingers pressing against that oh-so-sensitive spot under her horns, his deep-throated sounds spilling into her. Today is no different -- a muffled scream, her hand clawing desperately at him, catching in his shirt, tearing it, her body tensing like a lute string pulled too tight before collapsing in a progression of shudders that Haurchefant feels in every cell in his body.

"Good girl," he whispers raggedly against her cheek as she trembles in his embrace, almost sobbing in relief, "good girl."

"What if it does happen?" Dayir asks, later, as he is drawing her bath. "What if, against all odds, against everyone's wishes, Zenos yae Galvus… and I…"

Haurchefant rocks back on his heels next to the tub, trailing his fingers lazily in the water, and considers.

"I think there is something irreparably broken about that man. But I saw what Ysayle did for you. I see what you do for Estinien. My home is beginning to heal from a thousand years of agony and death because of you. Every day I am so grateful to wake up and see how you will once again completely upend everything I know about life.

"I imagine no one else has ever and will ever regard Zenos the way you do -- as someone you could love. And that is what makes you singular. That is what makes you powerful. That is what makes you the saviour of our star. So… we shall see what we shall see. For now… a bath, a drink, and us. Together. Against all odds."

#this and two others have just been sittin in my obsidian vault growin mushrooms and shit #i was doin a challenge thing but then i lost interest so i just got the three done #and then i was like ''well that's just three big fat nothings bc i didn't do The Whole Thing'' so i just left them in there lol #you know how it is. #ffxiv #dayir.haurchefant #webspinning

[hrshl-hlms]

NOOOOOOOOOOOO

Like "the goal of the wiki is to make a big list of all derivatives medias of sherlock holmes" is not enough to request a wiki?

Like dude that's the goal of it like what else can I say?

the scope is huge because it will regroup in one place what is dispersed around in the wild of internet and it's much more readable and cruisable than my original plan that was just a spreadsheet?

Like except for the mention of the spreadsheet that's exactly the same thing as the sentence above but just like... spelled out for people who can't understand shit?

#If I have to battle with this shit I guess I'll just do an obsidian vault and idk like share it around? #I can't code from a to z a whole ass wiki you guys #i also don't have the money to buy a server

[eric-the-bmo]

Obsidian Vault is a cursed artifact and I genuinely cannot put into words how true that is

#this thing is Drawing me in #and is making me fixate on it #theres so much to work on i keep realizing theres So Much #eric finally speaks #obsidian vault #after 3 hours of working on that thing my mind was so fucking fried but i wanted to keep working and i was Losing It #i felt like a nocker in bedlam

[noisytenant]

i havent had to take advantage of cohosts profile notes function yet but its so smart bc it solves my problem of "i blocked this person but idk why". Needs to be adopted en masse

#indexed post #Alternative: list in my obsidian vault of blocked users (im not doing this)

[waterbearable]

@ prev reblog 100000% agree that it's ridiculous that so many tools for writers are expensive (the fact that the microsoft suite is a fucking subscription based model now still kills me)

but i do recommend obsidian if you're looking for a free notes space you can use for worldbuilding/writing (you'll be writing in markdown if you use it, though), and scrivener if you're willing to pay for one (it's like 60 upfront but it's a one-time purchase, i've found it worth the price and have transitioned most of my creative writing there)

#ari speaks #both scriv+obsidian work by allowing you to create diff projects/vaults and organized folders+subdocuments #i'm not as familiar w obsidian i think so sometimes it gets annoying to order documents correctly? #like it sorts alphabetically or in order of creation. there might be a way to ignore that though #but yeah i honestly love scriv. there was another free scriv-like program that i used to use that i cannot remember the name of though. #might have been made by a german dev?? i don't recall. but you can also search for free scrivener alternatives and they're around

[oxygennarcosis]

what do you mean... i'm not procrastinating drawing by researching peasant fashion of the 1510s...

#i made a new obsidian vault for this

[your-host-joe]

Fallout New Vegas - Episode 3

In which we make some drugs, ask a gangster a rude question, and our game crashes for about 12 seconds, which wasn't worth going in and editing out.

#youtube #fallout #fallout new vegas #new vegas #obsidian #bethesda #interplay #black isles #gaming #video games #videogames #let's play #lets play #letsplay #vault dweller #the courier #courier six

[izukuwus]

I do wish there was a viable alternative to evernote for cloud-based notes that didn't make me want to shoot someone do NOT say google docs shooting myself would be a better time than trying to import 678 individual documents to google docs and organize them let alone actually WRITE in those documents in fucking google docs

#distant citrus sounds #I will accept suggestions that are not google docs and don't have insanely small data limits #yes I consider obsidian sync's 10gb remote vault size limit to be too small #I have written every night for 3233 days in a row. I need more storage.