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da-vulture-boi · 1 year
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Omg, mine is literally Neurodivergent! And “borked”, selfie, “nip slip”, thumb drive, airplane mode, and parkour. Lol
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platyroonism · 2 months
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ra ta tooey
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nell0-0 · 27 days
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I love your LU stuff, makes my day every time!
Glad you like it! I'm having a blast drawing them tbh, even if I'm drawing more Warriors + Mask stuff lately. In fact:
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Morning routine!
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sweetteaanddragons · 3 months
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Stepford Smiles and Time Travel Wiles
Another fic I never got around to crossposting!
Featuring time travelling. Unfortunately, for most of the characters, they don't know that.
The door had scarcely closed when Feanaro rounded on Maitimo, eyes blazing. “You see?” he demanded.
Maitimo, for his part, was too busy blinking at the door his mother had just departed through to answer for a moment. “I see,” he agreed when he had gathered his wits. “Or I glimpse, at least. Atar, what happened?”
His father had abandoned his chair at the dining table to pace furiously in front of the windows. “She returned two days ago,” he said, gesturing toward the hall. “She has been like this ever since. About everything.”
”Everything?”
“If I declare Nolofinwe treacherous, she decries him and his mother. If I say the Valar are untrustworthy, she rants on the foolishness of giving ear to Melkor. If I speak of making swords - “ There Feanaro paused. “There we disagree,” he conceded. “She has been scolding me for not practicing with mine enough. She demanded one of her own and has been devoted to it since; she wonders that I do not do the same.”
When he had first learned she had left his father, Maitimo had felt as if the world was opening beneath his feet.
Somehow, this was not the relief he would have expected.
“Perhaps she changed her mind,” he said tentatively.
“I admired a song of Lauriel’s, and she praised it to high heaven,” his father said harshly.
Ah. His mother would never be rude enough to publicly express an outright distaste for any work made by a protege of Makalaure’s, but Maitimo was not the public, and he could be trusted to know what to keep from his brothers.
His mother could, of course, change her mind on multiple things at once.
But.
The energy that had propelled his father left him in a rush, and he crumpled against the wall, running a hand over his face. “I know she still wrote to you,” he said wearily. It was the first time he had acknowledged this. “Did anything she write . . . ?”
“We didn’t write of politics,” Maitimo said carefully. “Her art, mainly. Tyelpe’s latest projects. That sort of thing.”
His brothers’ projects as well, though that was a more careful line to dance; some of them would not be happy to know news of them had been passed on.
He had written of his father’s work, what little of it wasn’t political. She had never commented on it.
“But she was well?” his father demanded. “The separation didn’t - didn’t burden her fea?”
“It pained her, of course,” Maitimo said, even more carefully than before. “But I had no thought it would drive her to Lorien. It is not as if the bond was broken.”
“No,” his father agreed, abandoning the wall to slump into the closest chair - the one across from Maitimo, instead of his usual place at the head of the table. “No.” He frowned at where one of Grandmother’s tapestries hung on the wall, staring at it as if it held all the secrets of Amil’s heart woven within. “It is not like her,” he said plaintively.
It wasn’t, Maitimo agreed fervently, even if it was only in the privacy of his mind. When his father had half invited, half demanded his presence at supper tonight and said it was about Amil, he had expected anything but this.
“She may have just wished to reconcile,” he suggested soothingly.
Too soothingly; his father looked up sharply, biting words all but visibly forming on his lips before he swallowed them back and waved dismissively. “I should not have involved you in this,” he said instead. “It is not your burden to carry.”
His mother had expressed similar sentiments to him before in one of her letters. Maitimo heartily wished she had not; it had preceded a significant restriction in the information she passed on, and he could not fix what he did not know about.
“If something is wrong with Amil, it is all of our concern,” he said, retreating from ‘soothing’ to ‘rationality.’ “Or if something is right, it is all of our joy. I’m very glad you invited me to supper tonight; even with this . . . puzzle . . . it was good to see her again.”
This reassured his father as his other statement had not. “She wanted to see you,” his father said. “Desperately.”
This was not a surprising revelation. His mother had flung herself at him as soon as he entered the doorway and had not let go of his arm throughout supper. He thought she would be here still if Lauriel had not stopped by with word that Makalaure had safely returned from Alqualonde and was back at his own house in the city. Amil had not been content to wait for his and Aranel’s inevitable morning visit and had immediately gone to welcome them back.
His other brothers, he suspected, would receive a similar treatment when they returned from the various tasks their father had sent them on. He would have to see if he could send word to them first; he trusted Makalaure’s reception of this turn of events, but some of the others might need a few gentle nudges not to let their feelings about Amil’s departure get in the way of her return.
“If she is feeling so agreeable, have you tried asking her about this change of heart?” he tried.
His father shrugged defeatedly. “She said she had thought about what the next few years of her life would look like, and that she had decided that she couldn’t afford to waste time on the ice.”
Maitimo knew poets sometimes compared difficult relationships to ice. He had never considered his parent’s relationship in those terms, even over the last few years; he had tended to lean more towards ‘volcanic.’
“I wrote to Mahtan,” his father added abruptly. “She must have said something to him and Liriel before her departure; if it gave them reason for concern, surely . . . “
“Of course,” Maitimo agreed and made a mental note to write himself. His grandfather had retreated from Atar as tensions rose, but he wrote to his grandchildren as often as ever.
Or perhaps he should write to his grandmother instead; that way if Mahtan chose not to reply to his father’s letter there would be less of an obvious contrast.
There was reason for concern, as much as he hated to admit it, whether or not his grandparents had caught it. Amil had been almost as manic as Atar in one of his moods tonight, her usual quiet passion transformed into something too loud, too bright, too fierce.
Like magnesium burning so, so bright for just a moment, and then -
No. She was in Tirion again; that was good. She was back, and she was talking to Atar again, and Maitimo could set to work smoothing the way for everything to fall back into familiar shapes.
“I’ll talk to Makalaure in the morning,” he told his father. “He might have picked up on something. We’ll work this out; you’ll see.”
Things were one step closer to being as they should be; he wouldn’t let them fall apart again now.
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Meanwhile, Nerdanel’s perspective: Do I agree with Feanaro? No. But did arguing with him work last time? Also no. So if I am going to save my idiot family, I am going to have to go with them, and I am not risking getting left behind when they take off, so . . . time to let my husband pretend he married Farande. Feanaro, not so quietly sulking: I don’t want to be married to Farande. Nerdanel, oblivious: This is going great!
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eriquin · 10 months
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Time Travel AU The Trolley Problem master post
Since I'm going to be posting this serially on tumblr until I figure out a good name for it, I'm gathering all the links here.
Summary
Steve Harrington goes to sleep sometime after the apocalypse and wakes up in October of 1983. He remembers what’s going to happen. No one else does.
Part 1: Pancakes Part 2: The Bet Part 3: The Game Part 4: High School Part 5: Nancy Part 5.5: Robin Part 6: Jonathan Part 7: Dad Advice Part 8: Back to School Part 9: Spinning Eddie a Story Part 10: Failing to Convince Eddie Part 11: Eddie Reconsiders Part 12: The Sword Part 13: The Book Part 14: The Plan Part 15: School Daze Part 16: Fight with Carol and Tommy Part 17: An Attempt at Reconciliation Part 18: Sunday Part 19: The Demogorgon Part 20: Finishing the Fight Part 21: The Party Grows (apparently I posted this on December 3rd and forgot to make a note of it. I've screwed up the posts entirely. This is what I get for not keeping up with my notes.) Part 22: In It For Real Part 23: A Hasty Exit and a New Plan Part 24: Monday Part 25: The Party Part 26: The Wizard and The Paladin Part 27: The Storm Part 28: Eleven Part 29: Tuesday Part 30: No Quick Breakfast Part 31: Wayne Part 32: Trap building Part 33: The Ambush Part 34: The Pool Part 35: Heather's Party Part 36: Chief Hopper Part 37: Clean Up and Deal With It Part 38: Wayne Returns Part 39: Back to School
This is now up on ao3 under the title The Trolley Problem
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Blood Drops on Roses Ch 17: A Trail of Blood and Shadows (Pt 3)
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The travelers get back on the road. Warrior and Wind try to drown each other. A particular member of the Chain sparks a memory for Wild, and he hides it from Twilight. Tw: none, other than Wild's memories, but the chapter summary made that obvious XD.
Hard blue eyes. A sneer. “What are you looking at, soldier?”
The sudden aching push of an undiscovered memory in the back of his mind startled Wild.
Read the rest here! Blood Drops on Roses: Linked Universe - Chapter 17
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cremeriie · 5 months
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modern au. they're def judging you.
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shantismurf · 3 months
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Fanfic authors are amazing 🥰
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All right, whoever’s running the angst idea machine, can you turn it off? My blorbos are gonna start rioting against me for what I’m putting them through.
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five-of-cr · 11 months
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the crows but if minecraft was a thing
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theheartpyre · 3 months
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Shouting out the trailer featured at the end of last week’s episode! Travelling Light by @monstrousproductions is a cozy scifi show exploring different places and cultures, a bit like a chill travel show. It’s a really great audio drama and I love hearing about all the different space-y places and beings and all the rest of the worldbuilding. That’s always been my favourite part about sci-fi, to see which wacky things a writer came up with and I think Travelling Light's doing a great job at that without stressing you out with big space wars and whatnot. Also, for some episodes the listeners can help choose how the story continues!!! So if you like THP, here’s another show you can influence!
And if you’ve listened to THP’s newest episode, don’t forget to vote! You still have until next Thursday to help Rena navigate this new city. And if you haven't yet, what are you waiting for? There's some cool steampunk-y stuff waiting for you!
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muninnhuginn · 9 months
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So, going to link a couple of things before I start with this.
Firstly, the new MV for the Vortex/Overthink/Tides medley which is going to form the basis of my observations.
Secondly, this post, which makes a strong argument that Link Click is deliberately drawing from other time travel media. In this case, the 2002 version of The Time Machine. Also, a fun fact not mentioned in the linked post, but that I recently discovered is that the name of the girlfriend the time traveller is constantly trying to save is *Emma*.
Now that I've linked these two, I just want to say that this rest of this post is me having fun and I would love for these to be deliberate references, but let's be real, a lot of time travel media understandably shares a lot of visual language. Hourglasses, butterflies, and clocks are all fairly recurrent themes.
Click the read more for a mix of potential references to other time travel media and screenshots of specific details of the new MV I found interesting:
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Left: Link Click (note the photo reel design). Right: Doctor Who (specifically one of the intros for the Twelfth Doctor)
And to add to the photography aesthetic present throughout, the photo reel clock resolves itself into a camera lens:
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Next, we have a main character centred within a clock. In both cases, the character casts multiple shadows that resemble clock hands.
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Left: Link Click. Right: Steins;Gate
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The shot where Qiao Ling is stood still amongst a moving crowd is neat for two reasons. First, the people she's surrounded by seem to be those related to the cases CXS/LG have taken on. You can see Emma just behind in the above screenshot. And the other thing is that the first time this sequence plays the moving characters are too blurry to easily make out. When the sequence reverses however, and the lyrics speak of "pausing" the scene actually freezes with all the characters clear for a tiny bit. (I didn't screenshot purely because it was a pain to get the exact moment but you can check this if you want)
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Upper left: Link Click. Upper right: Higurashi Gou/Sotsu. Bottom: Steins;Gate 0.
Next up: fragments! This one is honestly a real stretch, but hey, there are at least two other time travel adjacent shows that use them as visuals in their openings. I would really like the use to be similar to in Higurashi (the example screenshot is from the anime sequel Gou/Sotsu but the sea of fragments is present in the og too). In Higurashi, each time "loop" is actually an alternate timeline (wherein events would differ slightly even without intervention) and so each fragment represents another timeline. For Steins;Gate, it's more a visual that exists purely in the opening sequence to play into the whole shattered clocks aesthetic.
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Left: Link Click. Right: Steins;Gate.
This one is inspired by me watching the opening only to go "Okabe Rintaro????" when Qian Jin showed up. But also. We can clearly see some of Qian Jin's scars in this shot. There appears to be one on the back of his neck and two over his left shoulder. These have to be relevant and obviously his eye colour has me side-eyeing but I don't think we have all the pieces for this character yet. (Him being a former cop with a connection to both of our focus cop characters though makes me think)
And a final one with generic anime trope no 58382929:
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Left: Link Click. Right: Steins;Gate
I know, I know. This is typical anime/donghua. But! It's deliberately a shot in Steins;Gate that returns again and again throughout the series. It's also very associated with the character of Mayuri so take that as you will.
Bonus whatever this is:
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Multiple Cheng Xiaoshis in different states of doing badly. I wonder if the centremost one is the one Lu Guang appeared to be thinking of in episode 1? Possibly another "fragments" situation or if not then it may be various things Cheng Xiaoshi will go through in this season
Anyway, the Steins;Gate opening visually has a lot of similarities and of course a lot of it is natural overlap because they're both time travel series. And they both draw inspiration from The Time Machine (especially Steins;Gate's sequel, Steins;Gate 0). But I find it pretty neat how all these series from different times and places do have these recurring themes.
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theheartchoice · 2 years
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Has it really been ten years? 
That's way too long, Cas. We don't need to work together just to hang out, right? 
*gazes fondly at Dean* Right.
#suptober22 day 15: smoke
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incomingalbatross · 3 months
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Came up with not one but TWO separate fic ideas featuring Ford and time travel yesterday.
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publishinggoblin · 6 months
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While the ghostly story telling game What We Possess is the focus of the Kickstarter, Zoetrope's 2nd Edition, Death Didn't Take, is also having its soft launch on that project!
In this zany time travel TTRPG that runs on cards, you and your friends take on the role of time travel rent-a-cops, trying to solve time crimes. While players have their Actions, Gear, Time, and Weapon cards to rely on for informing their roleplaying choices and actions, Story Leaders are not left in the dust!
This is a game system that can run with zero preparation, even for the person running the game, thanks to Event cards!
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These square cards have an Inciting Incident that can give you what the mission is for the session, but they also have a bunch of additional information you can use to inform details such as what time we're going to, where in the world we're going to, names for NPCs your players might run into, pop culture touchpoints that might relate or be used, weird Zoetrope canon events, but they also have something that any game can use...
Does it feel like the game is getting a slow point? Does it seem like the mission is being completed a little too easily?
Flip an Events card and choose one of the three Events to have suddenly happen to complicate things!
These are also great to use in response to weird actions your players might take, to see how the world might react.
So if time travel shenanigans sound fun to you, now is a great time to hop over to the What We Possess kickstarter today and pledge for a copy of ZOETROPE, or get both games together in a discount bundle! Each game is just $25, or grabbing both gets you them at $40.
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bedlamsbard · 8 months
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I could fight Marvel's What If and win.
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