thinking about the stories of the 999th regression turn
wanderer of the eternal horizon - lee jihye’s giant story that she gained after 40000 years of looking for a way to bring back everything she lost
heart sealing the sorrow - lee hyunsung’s giant story that he gained after trying to carry his promises through 40000 years
flame(s) of eternity - uriel’s giant story that she gained after chasing revenge for 40000 years
I like how it has a similar name to yjh’s "hell of eternity"
delusional design - kim namwoon’s giant story that… started in the subway? In like the first scenario?? hey wait a sec,
you ever think about how the other fucked up giant stories are created from an eternity of wandering while knw got his from coping with delusions since day 1. no wonder it breaks so easily
ones that remember the apocalypse - the giant story all four of them share as the only survivors of the 999th turn
(the rest are regular stories)
battlefield of a hero and flame - the story of yoo joonghyuk and uriel fighting back to back near the end of the 999th turn (some time after yjh went blind)
kim dokja notes this is one of his favorite scenes of wos overall...
flame of annihilation - uriel’s story… I’m gonna guess this isn’t 999 specific?
forty-thousand-year-old crush - hey kim namwoon what the fuck
(somehow this is the only reason we have a timeline for these guys...)
companion of desperate spirit - this is what uriel uses to snap knw out of his hsy-induced meltdown . and I NEED to know the backstory for this one. because uriel fucking hates knw, she literally says she’ll kill him right after she’s done with the secretive plotter, so what circumstances forced them to work together despite this…please orv I need to see this… (what if I write it…...)
*when I say she hates him I mean that she’s coping because what else can she do after 40k years of living only for revenge. obviously she cares about him despite this… she runs to his rescue right after jihye does. ah the living flame...
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Fascinated by people just getting into WTNV and asking if there is a list of episodes to listen to, omitting the "unimportant" stuff I assume.
Chill, you all. Night Vale has been ongoing for around 11 years and it's yet to show any sign that it intends to end any time soon, so you can take your time. Even if it ended soon, there is time.
Enjoy the episodes as they are. Chew on them.
WTNV does this very special thing of making the town feel alive, not every citizen gets an arc or even a spotlight, but they're constant, they're there, living their lives. Those little details, little mentions of everyone growing and continuing living as time pass make it feel so nice.
And then, one day, Night Vale surprises you, and, oh, hey, remember that one intern whose death wasn't confirmed? Well, he has come back, and if you remember him and remember what happened to him at the time, you'll be able to connect the dots of the current arc faster.
The MOST unexpected things come back. The town is alive.
Just enjoy the ride! Enjoy Cecil's voice. Enjoy listening about this friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep.
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Eldritch Echo
So. I haven't seen the Bad Batch and don't really intend to, but I have read some fics (please do not take that as me saying that's the same as understanding the story) and between that and my thoughts of eldritch stuff in Star Wars and a cool art piece I came across that I think was referencing something I don't have the context for, I started wondering what it'd look like if of the Bad Batch, Echo was the only eldritch/cryptid/vampire/otherwise not human one. NOT because of the Techno Union, but because of something that happened sooner OR he'd always been like that. And I might put a bit of that in my vampire clones thing but I was thinking eldritch and I ended up writing a thing. So. Enjoy:
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Crosshair’s willing to admit he doesn’t dislike Echo. He respects the guy’s resilience and his willingness to go with the flow, which is necessary for someone working with their team, even as he rolls his eyes at Echo’s tendency to twitch at the state of their ship and his reluctance to drop the “sir” when talking to Hunter. More than that Echo has zero qualms about sassing him if Crosshair picks a fight and it’s a lot of fun to rile him up.
That said. Echo is also really freaking weird.
Crosshair is very observant, between his eyesight, his role on the team, and his training he had to be and either something’s very off about Echo or he’s started hallucinating because he keeps seeing things that don’t make sense. Not for a reg and not for a cyborg.
He explains this the Hunter once, trying to see if he’s noticed anything, and Hunter frowns. “Can you give me an example?”
“His eyes for one.”
Hunter blinked. “What?”
“We all know what most trooper’s eyes look like. And we’ve seen some variations. But they don’t change color. I’ve seen his eyes go golden or violet, and it wasn’t the lighting.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes I’m sure what do you take me for?” Crosshair snapped. “Look. Next time we’re on a sunny planet. Take a look at his shadow. It doesn’t match him at all. I’ve seen it prowling around him like a tooka without him or a light source moving. It doesn’t look like him either. And remember that time we were sparring and he panicked and bit me? I asked Tech, the Techno Union didn’t do anything to his teeth, but I know what bitemarks look like and that was not it.”
Hunter sighed. “I’ll pay attention but-” He paused. “Huh.”
“What?”
“It might not be anything.” He replies and only knowing that he’s getting to the point keeps Crosshair from interrupting. “But remember how I told you guys that people smell like animals? They’re distinct from each other, and you know I can’t describe it cause I tried to describe you guys, but it’s not like they smell like flowers or old books or whatever people like to think they’d smell like unless they’re wearing a scent. Echo, he doesn’t smell like a trooper. I just never thought about it for some reason.”
“And what does he smell like?”
Hunter frowned as he tried to find the words. “Well. He does smell a bit like a trooper and a bit metallic. But he also smells like, what’s was the spice in that cake you liked so much? The one we found on that mission with the weird vultures?”
Crosshair hummed. That had been a really freaking good cake. “The lady said it was a cardamon cream cake. So he smells like cardamon?”
“Cardamon and lilies and wet dirt is the best way I can describe it and I know it’s not his soap cause he uses the same stuff as the rest of us. So yeah. I guess I’ll pay attention.”
Two days later Crosshair gets confirmation that something’s up in a way he did not expect.
Because walking around in the dark in the middle of the night is his job so it’s already odd to find Echo leaning against the cabinet in their ship’s tiny kitchen in the pitch dark. “You’re going to trip reg.” Crosshair says and leans over to get the lights when Echo looks up.
And twelve pairs of golden violet eyes meet Crosshair’s.
He staggers back, trips over something, falls. “Crosshair!” Echo grabs his hand, pulling him up, then scrambles for the lights as if he forgot they might be necessary and Crosshair yelps as the light hits his eyes.
He blames that and the shock for blurting out; “What the hell are you Echo?”
Echo blinks, looking hurt. “I’m a trooper. Like you all.”
“Troopers don’t have twenty-four freaking eyes.” Crosshair hissed. They aren’t there now, he’s got 2 brown eyes in the exact same shade of brown nearly every trooper has, but Crosshair knows what he saw. He knows what he’s been seeing.
Echo tilts his head. And he grins. It’s a smile Crosshair’s seen before, whenever Echo’s about to respond to his taunts with something cutting and clever, part “take that” and part inviting him to share the joke. There’s nothing off about that smile save for that it’s mirrored in Echo’s shadow, splayed against the cabinets behind him too dark for their lights.
“The Bad Batch.” Echo muses, like there’s a joke Crosshair hasn’t caught yet, and he’s never had a reason to call Echo dangerous even when he didn’t trust him, but he’s starting to feel cornered even though Echo hasn’t moved. “You think you’re the only strange ones. ‘Don’t worry Rex, we know how to handle a reg.’ Never mind that Torrent was always a little crazy, or it used to be. Never mind that I was an ARC and a damn good one, and we’re all more than competent. And I appreciate what you all did, in welcoming me into the squad, I appreciate it more than I can say, and I do really like you guys, but you are so freaking cocky. So certain you can handle anything. And to be fair you’re damn good at your job, but sometimes it’s annoying. So.” He grins that taunting grin again. “You want to know what the reg’s deal is? Figure it out.”
He leaves. His grinning shadow lingers a moment before following. Crosshair stares.
And then decides that a glass of water isn’t gonna cut it and goes for the stash of moonshine.
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I'm using this as an opening nightmare loop for the Alice fic, so it's on the brain, but..... see, Alice is also bad at communication. using a vacation as pretext to trick her partner into therapy is kind of a wild thing to do. Alan isn't an asshole for having a normal upset reaction to that, and he regrets storming out as soon as he's outside. he doesn't stay mad, because he's a normal person who loves his wife. he's very eager to put the blame on himself and also on Hartman. (me 🤝 Alan: Alice has never done anything wrong. even when she's wrong.)
it's not about who's "at fault," it's the quiet tragedy of people having relatively normal people issues, and the fact that Alan is struggling but trying, and Alice means well but does something kinda dumb, and that gets preyed upon by extraordinary forces and also the world's worst therapist.
the fact that those very same issues are enabling them to slowly navigate the Dark Place in Game The 2nd is VERY good and delightful. I'm obsessed with the fact that Alice is kind of doing the same thing, only in an extreme paranatural context, and that it works. I LOVE that for them. we can't communicate outside of our art like normal people but we WILL use that to our advantage. <3
and if, for some reason, the giant cosmic jaws of the not-cabin had not snapped shut at that moment in Game The 1st, Alan would have turned around after a few minutes and gone back and apologized, and he would have felt bad enough about it that he would have agreed to see Hartman, and a similar rotten situation would have happened in a very different way because Hartman sucks just so bad. and I think about that a lot.
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