#wasteland unused

[wasteland-unused]

The Epic Mickey graphic novel is still available on Comixology and readable through Kindle, btw

#epic mickey #disney #wasteland #oswald the lucky rabbit #mickey mouse #gremlin gus #walt disney #wasteland unused #Kindle #Comixology

[knowlesian]

trying to connect words into meaningful sentences when your brain has been melted by a heat wave: perhaps next to impossible 

#my drafts are a wasteland anyway since my monitor busted but i finally have a new one #just in time for my office to become unusable due to being an oven on MILDLY hot days #once it cools down looking forward to working on longform stuff again #e5 piece i will finish you. i will. i w i l l. #rn i’m just trying to find basic words and coming up on empty

[thefalloutwiki]

Fallout 2: Rainbow Confederation

Were you previously aware that Fallout 2 has an unused random encounter called the Rainbow Confederation?

The encounter involved LGBTQ wastelanders that would become hostile if the player lacked Miria (Female PC) or Davin (Male PC) as a companion.

Unfortunately, the encounter dialogue contains homophobic slurs that were used when inspecting members of the faction.

We feel our viewers are mature enough to handle this subject. You can read more about the specifics of the faction here:

https://fallout.wiki/wiki/Rainbow_Confederation

#fallout wiki #independent fallout wiki #fallout #fallout series #fallout 2 #fo2 #lgbtq #rainbow #fallout wiki facts #fallout facts

[climatecalling]

When Richard Reynolds first started gardening around London’s streets, he was so worried he might be arrested that he worked under the cover of darkness. Reynolds was one of the UK’s first modern guerrilla gardeners, a movement that encourages people to nurture and revive land they do not have the legal rights to cultivate. ... It’s important to remember that much of the unused or abandoned land that is potentially suitable for guerilla gardening in towns and cities throughout the UK is owned by local councils. Common examples of such locations include broken pavements with missing slabs, wasteland and the central areas of roundabouts. Although much of this land is already open for the public to walk over, actively gardening on it would become an act of trespass. The law of trespass sounds scary. However, gardening on this land would be a breach of civil law rather than a crime. This means that most guerrilla gardeners are unlikely to receive a fine or a criminal record. Landowners do have the legal right to use “reasonable force” to remove trespassers from their land. But, fortunately, it seems most councils have ignored guerrilla gardeners, having neither the time, money or inclination to bring legal action against them. Colchester Council, for example, were unable to track down the identity of the “human shrub”, a mysterious eco-activist who restored the flowers in the city’s abandoned plant containers in 2009. The shrub returned again in 2015 and sent a gift of seeds to a local councillor.

#guerrilla gardening #urban nature #nature restoration #public land #gardening

[headspace-hotel]

I looked it up and apparently ive never seen a forest older than ~70 years. idk how long I thought those trees had been there but... longer than that.

We really need to have different words for different stages of forest, because people think of a forest with tall trees you can walk through as "restored/rehabilitated" habitat even though all the trees in it are Baby. So many people have never actually seen a mature forest—and old forests have unique characteristics and complexity that young ones don't.

So many species definitely went extinct when we clear cut the Eastern USA.

The time it takes to get to something you would call "woods" is shorter than people think. If you stop maintaining a plot of land when you're 20, you will have "woods" by the time you're 40.

I think we both focus on old growth forests too much and not enough. We need to preserve old growth forests, but we shouldn't count young forests as a casualty or as replaceable either.

I think a big reason why we have so many hostile, lifeless spaces like big swathes of unused lawn grass is that people see "nature" as already "gone" from there—the damage is "already done."

And I've noticed that few people are studying the ecology of these spaces, because nothing could possibly be of value to study in a weedy lawn or a parking lot, right?

But...well, okay, there's this myth that conservation is all, like, preserving these places like old-growth forests that are being increasingly encroached upon—I mean it's in the name, conservation—and as a result, people don't really look at their "developed" surroundings and see something that is a potential site for a restored ecosystem, instead of something already gone to be mourned over. But the conservation victories of the 70's and 80's involved turning a lot of poisonous wastelands into the beginnings of pristine ecosystems, and people who don't know any better will look at these habitats that used to be a smoking crater of capitalist destruction and think "Awww how sad that there are so few of these untouched habitats left..."

The idea of "untouched" nature is its own lie that has a billion problems with it, but that's another post

[allbridgesburn]

fic: all your wasteland flowers [chapter viii]

the ballad of songbirds and snakes; lucy gray baird/coriolanus snow; R, 8/11

“You didn’t give me my birthday gift,” he murmurs, hand trailing up her arm, singing through the green velvet of her dress.

She clenches her jaw, forcing herself to keep still. It’s been so long since the last time they’ve been alone together, and she’s unused to the feeling his closeness engenders. “I couldn’t think of anything I could give to a man who already has everything,” she says, breathing slowly, evenly, as if his proximity doesn’t rattle her, doesn’t set her heart racing.

He smiles teasingly, his breath hot against her forehead. “There is always more to be had.”

Insatiable creature, her husband. Always has been, Tigris said. Always will be, it seems.

-

or: Lucy Gray Baird survives Coriolanus Snow. However, she's not the only one. [post-canon]

read @ ao3

#snowbaird #lucy gray x coriolanus #coriolanus x lucy gray #lucy gray baird #coriolanus snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #in which the dove is dying #fic: wasteland #my fic #happy easter folks!! #(forgive me jesus)

[pinkanonwrites]

I'm So Blue

Vash/Reader, songfic, 1,500+ words, hurt/comfort

My sequel to It's You I Like somehow ended up with the exact same number of words. I don't know how the hell that happens but boy if it doesn't feel like serendipity. This is the same Isekai reader as that one btw.

Read It's You I Like here!

I'm a bluebird, that's been dreaming

Of a rainbow I can follow

To that old familiar place

I long to be

From his perch on the roof rack of Meryl's dune buggy, Vash blinked blearily awake. He wasn't unused to being awoken in the middle of the night, whether by ambush or nightmare or just his own inability to let himself relax, even for a moment. But tonight was different. Tonight it wasn't visions of fire or vengeful townsfolk jolting him to sudden awareness. It was a gentle pull that seemed to lift him back to the surface of consciousness, a guiding hand in the form of a soft, hesitant voice.

Your voice.

He hadn't heard you sing since that night by the campfire. Or at least, you hadn't sung for him. Sometimes he'd hear you mumbling idly to yourself as you helped Meryl put a tent together, or while waiting for your dinner at a cramped diner booth. But you always seemed to clam up whenever you noticed Vash looking, face furrowing in embarrassment like you'd just been caught doing something bad. He loved to hear you sing, but the last thing he wanted was to make you more uncomfortable than you already were, so he was quick to let it slide.

But peering over the edge of the vehicle Vash saw you, several paces away from your tent, sitting in the sand. You were by yourself, the girls and Wolfwood sleeping and blissfully unaware as you sat on the crest of the nearest dune. Your head was tilted up towards the moon, arms wrapped around your tucked knees.

And you were singing.

Friendly faces, a smile to greet me

Or just a simple "Hello! How are you?"

The melody was simple and soft, like a lullabye. He was almost content to stay there, chin resting in his hand, watching you watch the stars. Almost, if you hadn't sounded so, so sad.

Oh without them, I'm so blue

There's only one thing that will do

Even from this distance he could see how your lower lip wobbled, your eyes fluttered to blink back unshed tears.

To make this heartache end…

Your whole body shuddered as you sucked in another shaky breath, and it felt like someone had reached directly into Vash's ribcage and dug their fingernails into his fragile heart.

To be back home again

Oh.

Of course. How could he not have realized? You'd been wrenched from your home, from everything that was familiar with you, and dumped into a burning, desolate wasteland of sand and violence. Instead of a comfortable city life you'd chosen to live on the run with the most wanted outlaw on the planet, and despite your seemingly bottomless well of optimism it had to be weighing on you. You must have felt so lost. So alone.

He hadn't even noticed. 

How could he not have noticed? 

You were just like him. Two beings unlike anyone else in the world. 

He felt like he could be sick. Why were you even traveling with him, if he had been of so little help to you? Did you just not want to be alone? Why didn't you say anything to him?

Ha, as if he had room to talk when it came to hiding your feelings.

Metal creaked under him as he shifted his weight, sliding off the roof of the dune buggy and thunking into the sand below. Carefully, as quietly as he could, Vash began to ascend the dune you were seated atop. There was no way you didn't sense his presence. He'd seen your slight flinch as he approached, you had to have at least noticed he was there. But as he sat in the sand beside you, you just continued to sing, though your voice was softer now, much more hesitant.

I'll never lose my dreams

Even though right now it seems

His lack of questioning seemed to be enough of an encouragement to let you finish your song, or maybe you were just too exhausted to care anymore. Your expression didn't give enough away to let him tell the difference.

Like such a long way

From any rainbows

That could keep my dreams from fading

He wanted to tell you that it would be okay, that you would never be alone as long as he was there. But what right did he have, making more promises he didn't know if he could keep?

Oh no wonder I'm so blue

There's only one thing that will do

To make this heartache end

To be back home again

You blinked once, twice, a single tear finally rolling down your cheek.

To be…

Your voice cracked, pain twisting sharply up through Vash's heart like a knife to the ribcage.

Back home…

More tears were falling now, shimmering silver trails glistening with moonlight as you finally let go.

Again.

And finally, you fell silent. Vash wanted to say something, anything. But what do you even say? 

'It's going to be okay.'?

He couldn't promise that.

'Don't cry.'?

Why not? You'd earned it, after everything you'd been through.

You had begun to shift, like you were about to stand up and walk off and leave Vash alone on the dune with this indescribable weight. And how would you act tomorrow? Would you smile at him again, crack a joke, act like everything was fine? Would you wrap your burdens back up where no one could see them, keep them hidden, safe?

Would you do what he always did?

No. No, he wouldn't let you. You deserved better than that.

As you moved to stand up you found yourself encased in two gentle, shivering arms. A hand cupped the back of your head, cradling you into Vash's broad chest as he held you like he was afraid you'd come apart between his fingertips if he wasn't careful. 

"I'm here." He murmured. "I'm right here."

Your body shuddered in his grasp, shaky fingers gripping the front of his coat. What little power and control you had left seemed to leave you as an agonized sob wrenched its way through your chest, and you let yourself collapse into Vash's arms and wailed until your voice went hoarse.

"I'm here." You could hear the pain in his own voice through your wracking sobs, the sympathetic tears he was trying his damnedest to fight back. "I've got you."

"Don't leave me!" You gasped, snot and tears soaking the front of Vash's jacket as you wrapped your arms around him, fisting the back of his jacket hard enough to make your knuckles ache.

"I won't. I'll be right here."

"I don't-" You choked, chest rattling as you sucked in another breath. "I don't wanna be alone!"

"You don't have to be."

"Please, please…" His grasp and his gentle hands seemed to be helping you ground yourself, one slung around your lower back and one cradling the back of your head so carefully. "Please don't leave me behind. Please, I can't- I can't."

The last dredges of your energy slipping away, you slumped pathetically into Vash's arms, letting him cradle you like a child as you shivered. You could feel his knuckles tracing the curve of your cheek, the pad of his thumb smearing away the tear tracks.

"It won't be easy. You know that. It's only gonna get harder from here. If at any point you think it's too much, you have to let me know. I'll find you somewhere safe, you just need to tell me."

"I don't- I don't want-" Vash's soothing hand on your lower back helped you to steady your breathing.

"I know. I just need you to promise you'll tell me if it's too much. Promise me that, okay?"

"I will."

"Then you can stay with me as long as you want."

You sniffled again, a fresh wave of tears bubbling to the surface as you nuzzled further into his chest. He'd keep you safe, you knew he would. You just needed to stay by his side. "Just don't leave me behind. Promise."

"I promise."

"Do you mean it?"

"...I do." He'd made so many promises he couldn't keep, far too many to count over the last hundred and fifty years. But this one? This one he would keep, even if it killed him.

"I'm sorry I made you cry." You mumbled.

"You didn't make- oh." Vash stopped mid sentence as you trailed your fingers over his cheek, fingertips coming back shimmery and damp with his own shed tears. "Well, you didn't make me cry."

"I know. Still feel bad though."

You twisted your body to lean back against his chest, staring up at the sky with him as he held you tight. Hesitantly, your fingers trailed down his arm to interlace with his, finding the warm metal of his prosthetic and clutching it tight. 

"You could always… sing me another song? If you want to make it up to me."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I told you, I like your voice."

"I could… maybe think of another one."

"I'd like that a lot."

"Yeah. Me too."

Staring up at the sky, cradled in Vash's arms, there was a song that did come to mind. Hopefully Vash hadn't gotten sick of your hokey children's songs quite yet.

Well I'd like to visit the moon

On a rocket ship high in the air

Yes I'd like to visit the moon

But I don't think I'd like to live there…

#vash the stampede #vash x reader #vash the stampede imagines #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun imagines #my writing #long post

[valcubust-writes]

Read the Demo here! / art account is @valcubust​ / Da Spotify

...

2027, A voice transcript found on a recording device:

"...can be killed with fire, testing done in..." A french accent. "September of 2025. If I am counting correct."

. . .

"Now, with more testing I can hopefully learn more about them. Learn advantages. Sending someone out to rile them up. Will check in later."

...End transcript.

You're alive.

One survivor amongst thousands of dead. The actual death toll (if there was ever a record of it) is unavailable now. The world ended in 2026.

Now, four-hundred and twenty-three days later, you're here. In the outskirts of Scarswater, Ohio; you live in what used to be a small farming community. Once full of life and a bustling economy, but even before The End, the area had been steadily gentrified. Dead fields, closed businesses, and now, a beautiful wasteland of parking lots and unused plazas.  

Whatever caused it is unknown. Of course, you could ask everyone you know and they would all have their own ideas about what happened.

All that you know for certain is that in January of 2026, everything stopped working. Cellphones, computers, televisions... all electronics went on the fritz before shutting down entirely. After that, people started disappearing. Animals, too. And then went the crops, mass death of acres and acres of valuable foods and materials. All gone within six months. Mass hysteria ensued, people got scared, started hoarding goods. Everyone and their mother had a gun pointed right at the road, just in case anyone got any funny ideas.

And all of that was before the bizarre sightings.

The... things. Gooey, tar-like. They absorb, and absorb, and absorb.

You wondered, for a bit, how they could eat so much. But that thought has long passed. They have no limits, no voices, no care in the world except consume. How long until they finally consume you, too?

FEATURES

Play as a nonbinary, male, or female character; straight, bisexual, or gay.

Custom Pronouns (I'm considering adding duo pronouns as well. like, she/they etc.).

Choice for a ‘common’ name or something bizarre. In which characters will definitely recognize that you have named yourself something batshit.

Asexual routes (this is very important to me)!

A mildly customizable backstory

Several love interests

LOVE INTERESTS

Miles/Mindy (He/they, She/they): A surprisingly bashful stranger with a farmer's tan, M has the means to keep to themself alive and safe, so why are they bothering to make sure you make it, too? Circumstances have thrown the two of you together, whether or not they stick around is up to you.

Audria (They/them): Goofy and a little out of touch, Audria is a certified genius, not that it matters anymore. The key to your protection — and your group's — is them. They often head out of the camp to scavenge, and  know how to keep a car running. Audria is one of the few people still around who knows anything about electronics. They often seem preoccupied with something important, but Audria always makes time for you.

Calvin/Carissa (He/him, She/her): The unofficial leader of your group — not that they'd want to claim the title — C is in charge of food collection, distribution, and growing. They have a chill attitude about life, and a whole mess of conspiracies. Still, you wonder what's hidden behind all of the easy smiles.

Lola (She/her): Lola is an unfriendly, hot mess. You've never met someone so flighty in your life. She is distrustful and stubborn, and you suspect even the name she told you might be fake. It might be hard to get to know her.

Sandy (She/her, He/him, They/them (genderfluid)): Sandy is a transfer from the West Coast. during a yearly visit to family, they got caught up in an unfamiliar setting. Sandy floats about life, taking very little seriously. They remain fickle in just about every category in their life; they have an easygoing attitude and a tendency to make everything into a joke.

OTHER CHARACTERS

Bea, Preston, Courtney

Bea (She/her): Bea is soft and caring. Not just to you, but the other people in your group as well. Being the only person around with any knowledge about healthcare, she is charge of medical.

Preston (He/him): Preston is a proper hill-billy, not the most likeable of people, but you can't deny he's a good shot. Preston keeps watch and hunts for the group.

Courtney (She/her): The younger sister to C, Courtney juggles many tasks, usually helping out with what others are doing. She always wants to go with you when you leave.

The rest will join later!:)

WARNINGS

 Definitely some bad language, and slang that might not immediately understood by everyone. I’ll most likely include a glossary if it is too ‘Ohio’ of me.

A warning that there is definitely going to be reference to death and hardship (often), as well as active death among background/side characters.

I’m still waffling over a couple of the names I’ve chosen, but for now I think I’m satisfied with them. We shall see!

General warning for horror elements, there’s for sure going to be body horror in the future, and as well as I can write grotesque imagery.

Mentions/explicit depictions of drugs/alcohol/addictions/guns

content/trigger warnings for gender and body dysphoria, plus mild transphobia ( NOT EXPLICIT, it is implied, referencing a point in time in the past )

This setting is (obviously) very specific to me, as I’ve always wanted to tell a story about the type of scenery I see often. I’ve gotten to see a fun mix of rural yet urban in the area I live in that I haven’t seen someone really tackle before.

I’m also super busy, so writing will come pretty slow for me.

Important note: This story may be enjoyed by people who have the same tastes as me, but it’s mostly being written for myself! I love my characters dearly and it absolutely tickles me to see them finally coming to life in text. But it’s very sculpted to my preferences. This story is for me, and it is about my experiences and those I know closely. Give or take a few monsters.

#split if #valcubust #choice of games #interactive books #interactive fiction #split intro sheet #no one has ever been this nervous #as i am right now

[reallyprofoundkryptonite]

ETM Reference Sheet

Other notes: Is completely sterile. Krogan has had any and all reproductive organs completely removed and voided. (Is Castrated, for example. Had womb and any feminine parts scooped out besides what is left of his vaginal canal. Any testosterone or estrogen that he needs to simply live and exist are created via the system that allows him to eat via sunlight.

Most of his organs have been replaced with artificial ones for the sake of compatibility. He cannot eat anything harder in consistency than Ice Cream and if he does, he will vomit. His body still rejects anything that has grains or vegetables in it, with the only thing it will take being mashed up puréed fruits or meat. Preferably fish due to its soft texture.

To avoid being over fed the solar panels will close down on his back and simply stay like that until he needs to eat again. Of which, sedative is released into his body and he sleeps until he is done (sometimes after if the anesthesia doesn’t completely clear out of his system. This behavior is ONLY activated when the chip in his brain doesn’t feel any kind of strain being exerted on the body.

When he climbed his way out of the facility all he had on his back was a slightly torn hospital gown. Krogan relaxes into the ease of running over a few days and spends about a week curled up in the remnants of an abandoned shed on the outskirts of the mega city before he eventually moves on and out into the wasteland beyond.

There are some cities in between his journey where he stops and rests for longer periods of time, but never enough to be routinely spotted by residents of said towns, usually holing up in old unused warehouses and anywhere he can to get away from the elements. After about a month, he makes it to a forest, and then decides to weasel his way in there. There is no shelter in the undergrowth except for the occasional hole in the ground. But he decides to stay in a cave long term until he can find another abandoned building to take refuge in.

Krogan has only killed one person. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. His death was personal.

(Slides a @duoatomica in here)

#httyd #krogan #httyd rtte #krogan rtte #krogan httyd #rtte #httyd fanart #httyd fandom #httyd au #fanart #httyd krogan #rtte krogan #race to the edge #rtte hiccup #hiccup haddock #dreamworks #ETM #ETM au

[unidentifiedflyingchoco]

Ralsei Is A Titan

The titans are a highly speculative species in the lore of Deltarune. We have little to no info on them at the moment other than that they happen during a roaring. However if you are to do some digging you’ll learn something VERY VERY interesting about the middle titan.

How Do The Titans Work?

Before we go any further we need to examine how the titans work. According to Ralsei once the roaring begins the titans will take form from the fountains.

They will then wreak havoc across the world.

From then one the Darkners will all turn to stone and the Lightners will be lost in eternal darkness. 

How Does Ralsei Work?

Now that we’ve seen the way the titans work we need to see the way Ralsei works. Ralsei is a special creature, neither lightner nor darkner. He has a colored portrait like a darkner, 

Yet he has strange qualities unlike other darkners. For example he can survive in other dark worlds when other darkners would turn to stone. 

He also disintegrates upon death unlike anything else we’ve seen so far. 

Last but not least he knows about layouts and places in the light world. 

Now this all is explained through something. Something that makes this theory so much more interesting. Ralsei gets these powers from the central dark fountain in the castle town. 

Not only is this stated by Ralsei but according to Ralsei’s manual he’s literally MADE of the dark fountain.

Remind me, how exactly do the titans work?? 

Oh yeah, they form fro the fountains, just like Ralsei. Ralsei also bears visual similarities to the middle titan. They both have horns and fur and the eyes from Ralsei’s dark world are present on the middle titans body.

So this all raises suspicion on Ralsei, but there’s even more strange things that we see involving Ralsei and his connection to the titans.

Foreshadowing

Something that is seriously overlooked in the Deltarune theorizing community is all the strange foreshadowing behind Ralsei. First of all let’s take a look at this secret.

This shows up when we backtrack after doing the boat ride with Ralsei, the broken camera is conveniently placed between two things that look very similar to the twin titans. This is actually reminiscent of an unused feature planned for Undertale. Toby was originally planning on foreshadowing the Flowey X fight through out the entire game. This is seen through Gyftrot and an unused sprite for waterfall. 

In fact, Ralsei has tons of similarities to Flowey. Both are associated with flowers.

Both teach us about our soul.

Both are the first of their species that we meet. 

Both are interrupted using fire.

Both are the princes of their respective kingdoms.

Both teach us about saving.

Both befriend the human.

Both end the manuals of their respective games in the same fashion

And both know more than they’re letting on. However on the topic of foreshadowing Ralsei becoming a warped boss creature like Flowey, there’s even more to discuss. Notice how Ralsei recruits every darkner we meet from their own dark worlds?

This entire process is eerily similar to what Flowey did in order to absorb everyones souls. 

Not to mention that Asriel absorbs everyones souls by covering them in light, and the roaring covers everyone in darkness. 

The real question though is if Ralsei is a titan, why did he warn us about the roaring? There’s one of two possibilities. He either wanted to wait until later on to unleash the roaring, or the second option, which is what i believe to be the true motivation, which is...

Ralsei Has Experienced A Roaring

Now hear me out, this may seem crazy at first but there’s actually a lot of evidence to back it up. First of all look at the first area of Ralsei’s dark world. 

It’s a barren wasteland full of eyes, dust, and what almost seems to be blood. This matches up with what the titans look like and what the roaring itself looks like. 

What’s even more interesting about this though is that the light world before this area lines up with the description of the roaring that the lightners will face.

The supply closet is a completely dark area with almost nothing inside, it behaves differently than the other dark fountains as well, and of course, it fits the description of a lightner roaring.

So with all this in mind we can conclude that Ralsei has experienced a roaring, that’s why Ralsei becomes so emotional when its brought up, and why he knows about how it works in the first place. But how come he’s emotional if he’s a titan, meaning it’s his fault that everything was destroyed? Well I believe that he can’t control becoming a titan. It’s almost like a werewolf, when the three fountains are open Ralsei uncontrollably becomes a terrifying monster that destroys everything in its path. This also explains why Ralsei has no subjects, he killed them all. 

Ralsei hiding his face also makes a lot more sense now, why would he want to potentially reveal himself to someone who may notice that he’s the one who destroyed the dark world? This also explains why he’s so bad at making friends, he’d definitely feel like a failure and a terrible friend after what he did. Something even more interesting about this though is that it further aligns with the Flowey parallels. When Flowey becomes Asriel again he feels horrible for what he’s done, he wants to make it up to everyone, to fix what he started. Ralsei is doing the same thing, he wants to seal all the fountains so he can never hurt his friends again, he wants to disappear forever to ensure everyone else's safety. Guess who else wanted to do that? 

What’s interesting about Flowey too is that his arc in Undertale never truly ended. He got over his idolization but he just went on to do the same thing again but with Frisk instead of Chara.

So what does this mean? It means that Ralseis arc will be a continuation of Asriels from Undertale.

I mean, hey, Toby DID say there would be some connections between the two universes. 

TL;DR

In conclusion Ralsei is a titan because of his physical resemblance, foreshadowing of being a titan, similarities to Floweys backstory, and the fact that he’s experienced a roaring before.

#deltarune #deltarune kris #fun gang #queue squad #flowey #deltarune theory #deltarune lore #dr theory #dr lore #ralsei #ralsei deltarune #deltarune ralsei #jevil #the roaring #the titans

[wasteland-unused]

Time to dig this old thing back up and share

#epic mickey #disney #wasteland #oswald the lucky rabbit #mickey mouse #wasteland unused #gremlin gus #youtube #walt disney #Playlist #my playlist #music playlist #youtube playlist

[jtmportland]

It’s Thursday! Haven’t done this in a while, so here’s another old scan.

Despite the grain and specks on this photo, it isn’t especially old; and in fact, I was already on Tumblr when I snapped it. October, 2014. I was on a business trip to St. Louis. I’m a sucker for old diners and seek them out in every city I visit. My St. Louis based colleague recommended the Eat-Rite Diner, a no-frills 24-hour greasy spoon amid the industrial wasteland of old downtown St. Louis.

I ordered my usual: 2 eggs sunny-side up, crispy bacon, toast and a cup of coffee (black, no sugar). It was cheap and serviceable, but the atmosphere was fantastic.

I had recently purchased an old Pentax K1000 at a garage sale and was eager to try it out on that trip. Unfortunately half of that roll was unusable. Something in the mechanism caused a deep scratch on 18-20 frames, and there was noticeable light fog. Only a couple of shots were worth saving, this being one of them. I don’t know either of these people, but they were terrific subjects and I managed to sneak a couple of pics without appearing too creepy.

Alas, after serving cheap and filling food out of the same cinder-block shack 24 hours a day since 1935, the Eat-Rite Diner permanently closed in 2020, a victim of the pandemic.

#tbt #film scan #pentax k1000 #eat rite or don't eat at all

[whirlwindflux]

What do you think of the new ‘X’ platform?

Mod: I can’t do anything if billionaires want to build mega yachts and squander finite resources but when they start directly messing with the social consciousness, that’s a serious problem. Sadly, the ‘efficiency’ cuts to staff and infrastructure have left the platform unusable, it’s an AI scraping wasteland, and really serves no further purpose. It’s just a reflection of everything that has become wrong with the internet in the last 5 years, a monetized, advertisers hellscape (and Threads is no better).

#mlp oc pony #mod pony #crafty code #despite the unfortunate layout changes still like Tumblr #just the app which constantly plays the music from ads even when closed is a little annoying #hopefully they fix that - it’s hard on the phone battery…

[wake-up-lieutenant]

d:bh cut content - GUI text

summary: there's a lot of stuff that was cut from Detroit, and some of it was for the user interface. this includes things such as various actions done by the player, the text that pops up when scanning an object (typically called "observations), and the flowchart, among other things.

some GUI text features content from scenes or entire chapters that are otherwise completely deleted. there are a lot left in the game data so I'll only be including the ones that are hopefully most interesting :D

unused relationship statuses:

GUI_GAUGE_LEADER_NEGATIVE - UNCERTAIN (Markus's status with Jericho) GUI_GAUGE_LUTHER_WARY - WARY (Kara's relationship with Luther)

unused dates/times:

GUI_MENU_DATE_BEFORE - A FEW MONTHS BEFORE GUI_MENU_DATE_BEFORE2 - A WEEK BEFORE GUI_MENU_DATE_48H - 48H LATER

unused actions - ??? (10C): Evidence of a deleted chapter for Connor. These interactions would all be potentially possible at Rose's farm, so the chapter likely took place there.

GUI_ACTION_10C_ACTIVATEPANEL - Activate Panel GUI_ACTION_10C_ANALYZEBLOOD - Analyze Sample GUI_ACTION_10C_EXAMINEPLANKS - Observe Planks GUI_ACTION_10C_EXAMINEPOTS - Observe Pots GUI_ACTION_10C_EXAMINETABLE - Observe Table GUI_ACTION_10C_LEAVECAR - Leave Car GUI_ACTION_10C_LOOKBED - Look Bed GUI_ACTION_10C_LOOKBLOOD - Observe Blood GUI_ACTION_10C_LOOKCUP - Look Cup GUI_ACTION_10C_LOOKFURNITURE - Look Furniture GUI_ACTION_10C_LOOKPILLS - Look Pills GUI_ACTION_10C_LOOKPLATE - Look Plate GUI_ACTION_10C_LOOKSHOVEL - Look Shovel GUI_ACTION_10C_LOOKTAGS - Look Tags GUI_ACTION_10C_MOVETABLE - Move Table GUI_ACTION_10C_PUSHCLOSET - Push Closet GUI_ACTION_10C_RECONSTRUCT - Reconstruct GUI_ACTION_10C_TALKPERKINS - Talk GUI_ACTION_10C_TOOUTSIDE - Go Outside

unused observations - The Hostage (01C): references to the Phillips family's original name (Fitzgerald), as well as many things that Connor could observe.

a link to the full list, because there are a lot of them.

unused flowchart nodes - Shades of Color (01M): likely older names for the painting themes in the final game.

MENU_FLOWCHART_01MB_CARL - CARL MENU_FLOWCHART_01MB_MARKUS - MARKUS MENU_FLOWCHART_01MB_EMOTIONS - EMOTIONS MENU_FLOWCHART_01MB_FUTURE - FUTURE

unused actions - A New Home (01K): foreshadowing for deleted options where Kara could use a knife or a bat in Stormy Night.

GUI_ACTION_01K_TIDYKNIFE - Store Knife GUI_ACTION_01K_USEBAT - Use Bat

unused actions - Stormy Night (02K): a wider variety of fighting actions.

GUI_ACTION_02K_PUSHCHESTDRAWER - Push Chest of Drawers GUI_ACTION_02K_TAKEBAT - Take Baseball Bat GUI_ACTION_02K_TAKEKNIFE - Take Knife GUI_ACTION_02K_RESTRAIN - Grab GUI_ACTION_02K_PUSH - Push GUI_ACTION_02K_CHOKE - Choke GUI_ACTION_02K_SLAM - Slam GUI_ACTION_02K_INTERPOSE - Shield

unused actions - Fugitives (03K):

GUI_ACTION_03K_FIXLEAK - Fix Leak GUI_ACTION_TMP_SCOTCH - Scotch Tape GUI_ACTION_03K_WASTELAND - Wasteland GUI_ACTION_03K_PMSTATION - Station

unused flowchart node + observations - Waiting For Hank (03C):

MENU_FLOWCHART_03C_PURSUENOKARA - CONNOR HAS A LEAD MENU_OBSERVATION_03C_MP_BBCONNOR_TITLE - BLUE BLOOD MENU_OBSERVATION_03C_MP_BBCONNOR_SUBLINE01 - MODEL UNKNOWN MENU_OBSERVATION_03C_MP_BBCONNOR_SUBLINE02 - Serial number unknown MENU_OBSERVATION_03C_MP_CHILDFOWLER_TITLE - FOWLER, ALEXIS … ROSE MENU_OBSERVATION_03C_MP_CHILDFOWLER_SUBLINE01 - DOB: 11.08.2003 (Twins) MENU_OBSERVATION_03C_MP_CHILDFOWLER_SUBLINE02 - Address: 3896 Warren. ave MENU_OBSERVATION_03C_MP_FOWLER_TITLE - JEFFREY FOWLER MENU_OBSERVATION_03C_MP_FOWLER_SUBLINE01 - DOB: 03.15.1980 MENU_OBSERVATION_03C_MP_FOWLER_SUBLINE02 - Evidence of air brushing

unused observations - On The Run (04K): the first three are Connor scanning Ralph, followed by Connor scanning Kara's blood on the fence.

MENU_OBSERVATION_04K_MP_STRESS_TITLE - STRESS MENU_OBSERVATION_04K_MP_STRESS_SUBLINE01 - Emotion Engine: Activated MENU_OBSERVATION_04K_MP_STRESS_SUBLINE02 - Status: Abnormal variations MENU_OBSERVATION_04K_MP_KARABLOOD_TITLE MODEL - UNDETERMINED MENU_OBSERVATION_04K_MP_KARABLOOD_SUBLINE01 - Serial#: Unknown (corrupted data) MENU_OBSERVATION_04K_MP_KARABLOOD_SUBLINE02 - Status: Wounded

unused flowchart nodes - Russian Roulette (06C):

MENU_FLOWCHART_06CA_SUPPORT - COVER FOR HANK MENU_FLOWCHART_06CA_DONT - DON'T COVER HANK

unused actions - The Stratford Tower (07M):

GUI_ACTION_07M_SHOOTGRAPPLE - Shoot Grapple GUI_ACTION_07M_TOOFFICES - To Offices

unused flowchart node - Public Enemy (09C): Instead of getting the memory from Simon, Connor could also get a memory of Jericho from the other deviant at Stratford Tower.

MENU_FLOWCHART_09C_DEVIANTMEMORY - FLASH FROM DEVIANT'S MEMORY

unused actions - Midnight Train (08K): Kara being able to scan Alice and look at the rA9 writing on the wall in the laundry room. Also, several of these are linked to Connor's missing 10C chapter (for example - "Close Panel", "Inspect Furniture" vs 10C's "Activate Panel", "Look Furniture"), further implying that 10C took place at Rose's farm.

GUI_ACTION_08K_CLOSEFURNITURE - Close Panel GUI_ACTION_08K_EXECUTE - Execute GUI_ACTION_08K_INSPECTFURNITURE - Inspect Furniture GUI_ACTION_08K_LOOKCLOCK - Look Clock GUI_ACTION_08K_LOOKRA9 - Watch Carvings GUI_ACTION_08K_LOOKTABLET - Look Tablet GUI_ACTION_08K_PRECONSTRUCT - Preconstruct GUI_ACTION_08K_RELEASEALICE - Release Alice GUI_ACTION_08K_SCANALICE - Scan Alice GUI_ACTION_08K_TAKEPILL - Take Medicine GUI_ACTION_08K_TAKEWATER - Take Water GUI_ACTION_08K_TOGARDEN - Enter Backyard

unused action - Capitol Park (08M): Likely from when Markus met with Riley in a very different 08M.

GUI_ACTION_08M_REMOVESHOES - Remove shoes

unused flowchart node - Crossroads (02A): likely for Connor looking at a PM700 (this action is still in the game, but doesn't have a flowchart node)

MENU_FLOWCHART_02A_C_SPOTPOLICEMAN - Spot Policeman

unused menu GUI and flowchart nodes - Battle For Detroit (04A):

GUI_MENU_PLACE_04A_BADCONNOR - AMANDA'S GARDEN Unknown location ----- for a deleted complex QTE sequence involving Connor aiming his gun correctly or incorrectly: MENU_FLOWCHART_04A_CB_NEWCONNORHANKSHIELD - NEW CONNOR USES HANK AS HUMAN SHIELD MENU_FLOWCHART_04A_CB_SHOOTHANK - SHOOT HANK MENU_FLOWCHART_04A_CB_CONNORKILLSHANK - CONNOR KILLS HANK

cut magazines:

Twisters With A Twist Android Terror

for more unused text, see this post. credit to @jamdbh who kindly let me look through their spreadsheet of localization data text :)

#dbh #detroit become human #dbh cut content

[kaseythinksaboutgames]

Having seen that new article about the fallout tv show, it’s clear it’s not written by someone who knows the series well, but… wow, it does not inspire confidence

So, fallout is a series that’s definitely gonna vary in depiction based on personal interpretation since it touches on topics that are so personal (consequences of imperial violence, the evil of capitalist ideology and American exceptionalism), but if the article is accurate? Definitely feels… off

Describing the vault dweller character as “doe-eyed” and being sent into a “sadistic, Darwinian remnant of civilization” feels like such a misunderstanding of the themes. In 1, the raider gangs (which mostly went unused due to time constraints) were descended from vault 15’s dwellers just like shady sands/NCR. In 2, vault 8 had no experiment and upper-middle class Americans just gravitated towards being slavers since their culture already taught them to exploit and use others. The California vault dwellers were usually examples of how deeply evil upper-middle class American values would really be in a post-apocalyptic society, held by a population that has no understanding of the outside world or the consequences of their violence.

Again, adding that this writer doesn’t know the series, but this is set 219 years after the apocalypse. Doesn’t exactly feel great to be like “ah yes, these are rude, immoral, filthy degenerates” about people who are just making their way in life. The appeal of fallout was how it challenged the idea of “the old world was better and ‘civilized’ and everyone now is a vile barbarian”

AGAIN, I know this writer doesn’t know the series beyond surface level info but it’s so strange to treat sentient ghouls as a rarity when on the west coast, sentient ghouls seemed much more common than feral ghouls (since feral ghoul encounters only had 1-3 of them appear, while entire ghoul villages like necropolis and gecko existed), and acting as if it’s so unusual for a ghoul to be clever and cunning, along with saying it’s because he retains his humanity.

219 years in the future, and it’s supposedly still a lawless wasteland. 80 years in and the hub had already established representative currency with water-backed caps. 160 years in and the NCR had grown a presence and waged war against the slaver guild. 205 years in and the NCR had grown beyond California and were described getting cars up and running again and electricity working.

But 14 years after that… we’re back to LA being a lawless wasteland with a previously undiscovered vault opening. I guess it’s possible the children of the cathedral overlooked it while searching for vaults for the unity, and that the NCR lacks influence in the boneyard/LA region for some political reason, but it’s just… strange.

#fallout #fallout tv series #Amazon prime

[allbridgesburn]

for everyone who's been so miraculously patient waiting for ch 8 of wasteland, here's a lil sunday snippet:

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“You didn’t give me my birthday gift,” he murmurs, hand trailing up her arm, singing through the green velvet of her dress.

She clenches her jaw, forcing herself to keep still. It’s been so long since the last time they’ve been alone together, and she’s unused to the feeling his closeness engenders. “I couldn’t think of anything I could give to a man who already has everything,” she says, breathing slowly, evenly, as if his proximity doesn’t rattle her, doesn’t set her heart racing.

He smiles teasingly, his breath hot against her forehead. “There is always more to be had.”

Insatiable creature, her husband. Always have been, Tigris said. Always will be, it seems.

“Well then,” she says, swallowing hard, “why don’t you choose something you want and I’ll get it for you,” and she just can’t stop herself, can never stop herself around him, from adding bitingly, “paying for it with your money, of course.”

Coriolanus’s smile stretches wider, sharper. A tinge of a threat in the corner of his lip. “What I want from you cannot be bought with money, it seems.”

She tenses, an involuntary move, of prey catching the scent of a predator lurking in the tall grass. Baring its teeth. “What more could you possibly want from me?”

He leans over her, lips brushing over her ear. “Just a kiss.” His hand moves from her arm, slides over her side to finally rest at her hip. With tantalizing slowness, he pulls her closer. “You can give me that much, can’t you, Lucy Gray?”

#coriolanus snow is a capricorn btw #i've decided today and it is so #fic: wasteland #snowbaird