#worldhoppers

[rosewind2007]

Just struck me (not related to my child leaving the room when there’s a cringe-worthy bit of romance/sex going on in a series we are watching at all, oh no, not at all) that ART could seriously piss MB off in arguments about their favourite shows by claiming stuff happened during that sort of scene (which MB missed due to its habit of fast forwarding such scenes), MB’s ignorance of which is leading it to misinterpret the action

It could have such fun

MB: [makes controversial but supportable claim regarding current plotline in Worldhoppers]

ART: You’re wrong: As you’d realise if you’d recognised the callback to what happened in episode 172 during the scene in the hot tub (which you’ve never actually watched)

#watching media together is bonding #Worldhoppers #murderbot #the murderbot diaries #murderbot diaries #asshole research transport

[nellasbookplanet]

I think I have finally learned to draw the wizard boys??

#this is supposed to be That Scene from worldhoppers but it kind of got away from me #shadowgast #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #critical role #cr2 #critical role fanart #nella arts #worldhoppers #fic art

[its-your-mind]

I love that the major coalitions of worldhoppers are:

The Evil Shards

The Good Shards

Autonomy (surprise surprise)

A faction that wants to take the shards for themselves

A faction trying to just keep everything fucking CHILL for TWO SECONDS

Two old crotchety warriors who Also would like everyone to chill for Two Seconds

A faction that literally exists to only protect one (1) world, despite having members from Several

Just some Guy

A scholar and her artist buddy/bodyguard/grudging assistant just tryin to write everything down before everyone dies

#cosmere #worldhoppers #shards

[onlycosmere]

The Nim: Would a mortician be able to tell that the body in front of them is a worldhopper?

Brandon Sanderson: Yes. But not because of the worldhopping. A mortician would generally be able to tell because... I guess it depends. There's some that you would not be able to tell if they were. If someone left Roshar and came back to Roshar and died, a mortician wouldn't necessarily tell. Now, someone who can read their spiritweb might be able to tell.

But that's not going to leave an effect on you physically, unless, for instance, they're doing an autopsy of what's in your stomach. And they're like, "Oh, we found offworld food." I would say, a lot of times, there's going to be some forensic sort of things you can do to determine.

Or, you might be like, "This person is a different ethnicity than we have on this planet." So, I would say, a lot of the time, but there's nothing that's gonna leave intrinsically... it's not like, "Count the rings, how many times they leave the planet."

#cosmere #worldhoppers #cfsbf #brandon sanderson #root #wob

[ub-sessed]

Is the Worldhoppers that Murderbot watches supposed to be a reference to Becky Chambers' Wayfarers series?

#murderbot #worldhoppers #supposedly the Rise and Fall of Sanctuary Moon is based on How to Get Away with Murder

[pooslie]

ART/Perihelion and Media

A lot of people have discussed/made art about ART watching Media over Murderbot’s proverbial shoulder and focus on the “someone large and breathing heavily while they watched your personal display surface over your shoulder. While leaning on you.“

But I am here to tell you that we are ALL Perihelion.

have you ever re-read/watched a book/show/movie? You KNOW what happens (heck many times you can quote most of the thing) you have downloaded the data. BUT! to actually experience it, we have to view it through a “filter” (this filter being time, not another being).

idk if this makes any sense?

I’m not high, I swear lol

#murderbot #art/perihelion #sanctuary moon #worldhoppers #martha wells #murderbot chronicles #media

[rjalker]

which was about the crew of a large exploration ship

so at least it's Stargate: Universe, where they don't commit any war crimes, but only because there's no one to commit war crimes against

#Rjalker reads The Murderbot Diaries #The Murderbot Diaries #TMBD #Worldhoppers #is literally just Stargatei f you missed that memo. #she wrote several stargate books

[butwhybother]

Why can't I ever remember whether the tag I used was "worldhopper" or "worldhoppers"

P.S. I'm going back and editing posts to tag "worldhopper" because I used that one for longer

P.P.S. I can never remember whether to use "steel inquisitor" or "steel inquisitors" either. I'll try to stick with the plural. The reason being that steel inquisitors join an organization, but each worldhopper is an individual.

#worldhoppers #worldhopper #text

[tamhdaph]

#transmigration #worldhoppers #light novel #wattpad #system

[lamaery]

Nothing important to see here. Just a man at the checkout buying some aluminium and hard cheese.  (Did you never wonder where he got all those aluminium sheets from in Oathbringer?) Anyway, nothing wrong with being prepared. What would you pack for a journey to Roshar?

#cosmere #brandon sanderson #stormlight archive #procreate #cfsbf #character art #spoiler #oathbringer #spoiler oathbringer #hoid #worldhopper #aluminum #aluminium #hard cheese #crem and love #id in alt text #described

[redwinterroses]

There’s a cherry tree in the middle of the redwood forest.

False isn’t sure what to make of that. She shifts her grip on the staff in her hand, its pale glow reflecting faintly off the fresh snow. She’s come out here for resources—the vault altar is demanding logs, and these giant trees are an easy source—but the incongruous sight of an enormous, blossoming cherry tree sending pink petals wafting on the frozen wind…

She wonders if this is what fish feel like, when they see a lure.

“Hello?” she calls, her voice echoing off the trees. The world stands in permanent semi-twilight here, and the deeper shadows hide the mobs that will venture out come nightfall. A sneak of creepers is bedded down in a sweetberry bramble just on the other side of the clearing, and False tenses when the lead boar lifts his head, but he apparently doesn’t deem her worth stalking so early in the day. 

There is no other reaction to her call.

False is of half a mind just to head back home and farm her own dang trees. It’s not like the vaultar is picky about the kinds of logs—she could just as easily grow up a bunch of birch and throw those in there. But that will take so much longer… not to mention she’s not sure if there are even enough saplings in her storage.

She unhooks her enchantment-glittered axe from her belt and pauses to mentally poke at her mana reserves. Plenty high. Whatever’s lingering near this tree, it can hardly be worse than what she deals with on the daily in the vaults. Overworld dangers are barely a challenge anymore.

The logic of that doesn’t change the uneasy feeling that buzzes over her skin though. 

Venturing further into the clearing. False’s gaze traces up the trunk of the cherry tree, following its branches to where they terminate in lush bursts of pink and white blooms. A sweet smell drifts on the wind. She wrinkles her nose, reminded of compost piles and fermented spiders’ eyes. 

The tree’s branches stretch long and low—a canopy of their own, heavy with flowers and dark, glossy leaves. The space underneath is filled with falling flowers and a fog of pollen, the air moisture-thick like a lush cave.

Lifting one hand, False catches a falling petal on her fingertip.

It sizzles as it touches her skin, stinging and buzzing like live redstone.

She hisses through her teeth, shaking her hand and letting the petal fall to the forest floor. “What the heck?”

Another petal tumbles past her face, and she watches it with narrowed eyes—right until it fizzles out of existence a few pixels above the forest floor.

“Glitch,” she mutters. “That’s… not good.”

Iskall needs to know about this—it could be a bug from one of the new updates, or it could be something deeper in the code, but either way: this glitched tree is a problem. She’s probably lucky it just stung her.

She reaches for her communicator, raising it to take a pic of the cherry tree.

“Oh, hi there, False!”

False yelps, spinning around with her axe ready to swing.

Gem is standing behind her, a wreath of cherry blossoms tangled in her hair and antlers, leaning casually on a tall staff of blooming cherry wood. Her smile is wide, and sap flows over her fingers, pale golden, dripping down her arms to leave dark spots on the faded denim of her overalls.

“Gem!” False lowers her axe. “Oh my gosh, you scared me. I didn’t know you were doing Vault Hunters.”

“Hm?” Gem raises one eyebrow, and for a moment her eyes flicker to red and then purple before settling back on green. “Oh—I’m not doing Vault Hunters, False.” Her voice is amused, almost chiding.

“Oh.” False feels unexpectedly small—which is impressive, considering she’s nearly half a block taller than Gem. 

More of the glitched petals fall, resting on Gem’s hair and slowly melting into it like snowflakes. The brief moment of relief when False had seen Gem’s familiar grin is fading into something like the sensation of freefall. 

“What’cha up to?” Gem asks, and her face blinks from one expression to the next like a bad video message. Her clothes are blue—no, green—no, bloodstained and grey—no, blue. They’ve always been blue.

False takes a step back.

“Uh, not much…” she glances up at the redwoods. “Just doing some… resource gathering. You know.”

“Cool!” Gem giggles, and stands up straight. False tenses, but Gem only spins around her staff and waves a hand at the glitched tree. “I didn’t realize this was an occupied server—are there many people here?”

There’s a buzzing in False’s skull, and she blinks rapidly. A muscle twitches under her eye. 

“Um…”

“I guess it doesn’t really matter.” Gem lifts one hand and grabs one of the lowest branches of the cherry tree. She really should not have been able to reach that.

Swinging herself up with the lithe, effortless strength of a cat, she perches on the limb and stares down at False. The grin is gone from her face now, and she looks down at False with bright eyes.

“Etho’s not here, is he?”

False opens her mouth to answer, the words yes, of course he is, I can take you to him heavy on her lips… And with effort, she swallows them back. 

They taste of sweet rot.

“Why... why doesn’t what matter?” she asks instead.

Gem stares at her for a long moment, expressionless. The flowers woven through her antlers are growing of their own accord, twining up to caress their brethren in the branches overhead. 

Then she smiles broadly, flashing teeth that nearly glow white in the dappled shadows. “Oh!” she exclaims. “No reason! I’m only passing through, is all.”

“You’re not… you’re not sticking around?” False tries—and mostly fails—to sound disappointed.

“Naaaaah…” Gem stands and walks along the branch, as secure and balanced as if it were a stone floor. The flowers in her hair flow along behind her, sliding from the branches and falling like a cape down her back. “Worldhopping is easy. Staying in one spot is way harder.” 

False watches the flowers move and swirl, their smooth, strange motion ensnaring her attention. The buzzing is back, too. Like bees, drunk on honey and sleepy in their hive.

“World hopping…?” she manages. “With admin commands?”

Gem’s laugh is as brilliant as a knife and as sharp as a spark. “False!” she crows. “You say the funniest things.”

False laughs. It seems appropriate. She isn’t sure why.

“Anyway,” Gem continues, fading into one patch of blossoms and reappearing on the other side of it. Her eyes are sprays of cherry flowers now. Her antlers are branches. “Anyway, cherry trees are all the same. They make it easy to get around.”

“That…” doesn’t make sense, False wants to say. But her lips are heavy, and coated in sticky sap. Maybe it doesn’t really matter.

“Oops! Behind you, False!” 

Gem’s chirped warning is flaked in glee, and False turns around, as slow as if her feet are buried in soul sand.

The creepers she had seen—the entire sneak—are standing behind her, pink flowers blooming from their eyes. 

“Oh no.”

The boar’s blinded head snaps toward her voice, hissing. He starts to aggro, bioluminescent streaks flashing from his snout to flanks in increasingly-swift pulses of light.

“See ya in season ten, False!” Gem cries out cheerfully.

The axe drops from False’s nerveless fingers, trailing strings of sap. She smells the inescapable stench of burning gunpowder, overlaid with rot.

“...Dangit.”

[FalseSymmetry was blown up by a creeper]

~*~

Jerking upright in her own bed, False swipes wildly at her face, trying to smear away tree sap that isn’t there. 

“What the heck, Gem?” she exclaims at her empty base. Her voice falls flat, swallowed up by the sky that surrounds her builds. The clock above her head ticks impatiently, and she huffs in frustration, pushing up out of her bed. All her tools, gone—her levels, gone... and after all that she still needs those logs for the vault. 

Grumbling, she starts pulling backup gear from various chests, trying to cobble together something that can get her back to the redwood grove before her items despawn—assuming they hadn’t all been obliterated by a second or third creeper explosion. She glances at the vaulter, and freezes.

It’s been completed. The crystal floats gently atop the stone pedestal, gleaming with an inner light. 

And, tumbled at the base of the vaulter—abandoned, more than was needed to fill the crystal’s requirements:

Half a stack of cherry logs.

#falsesymmetry #geminitay #red said eldritch gem rights #let her be cheerful and scary too she deserves it #also there needs to be more Vault Hunter fic in the world. and more False content. #this was inspired by a post of some enormous redwood trees I saw the other day with teeny tiny people at the base of them #along with Gem's tree building -- the cherry trees in her hardcore and s9 builds #and the headcanon from hc8 and empires that she's a worldhopper #anyway this is the first thing I've really written in (over?) a year so... I'm quite happy about it. #might polish and put it on AO3 later but for now it's just for the hellsite <3 #redwinterwrites #oh also excuse for creeper/minecraft worldbuilding yaaay XD

[slayerofsnails]

Vin's like the most anti-vorin woman imaginable. She's the bastard daughter of a priest who wasn't a slave, she has killed hundreds in combat with a sword taller than her, she regularly sees into the future, her boyfriend/trophy husband is a lord while she is about as low as one can be socially, she has no interest in painting or music and while she enjoys balls and gowns she also is just as happy ripping someone's head off. Oh and she has an exposed safe hand.

Anyway point being Vorin world hoppers must have a conniption when they learn about Mist Jesus and all the ways she fought in the most dishonorable ways possible

#mistborn #worldhopper #cosmere #vorin #stormlight #vin is an icon

[nellasbookplanet]

“Before Beau knows it, her arms are around Yasha’s neck and her mouth is against Yasha’s and it doesn’t even feel like a decision, really. It feels like a force of nature. Like she’s caught the storm with her hands and lips, and if she stops touching for even a moment, it will be forever out of reach.”

From chapter 18 of The Worlds Between Us

#beauyasha #yasha nydoorin #beauregard lionett #cr2 #critical role fanart #critical role #posting this again bc for some reason the first one isnt showing up in the tag #and i put too much work into it to abide by that #i realize at this point red storms have become an imogen staple #but i didnt know that while writing worldhoppers lol #worldhoppers #nella arts #fic art

[merlotbooks]

rating the worldhoppers’ Rosharan aliases

Hoid: a silly little name for a silly little man. 9/10

Wit: the Rosharan equivalent of letting everyone call you “Jester” or “Fool.” Do you think he showed up on Roshar intending to just go by Hoid again, but then got the job as Wit and went “y’know what? This is better.” He’s in his element. 10/10

Azure: Pretty. Simple. A little on the nose in a way that could tip off people who might be looking for her. Could’ve put more thought into it. 7/10

Zahel: Just a name. He’s just some guy. This man is the only one who understands the point of an alias. 10/10.

Lord of Scars: who keeps letting him do this. 0/10.

Thaidakar: Snappy. Dramatic. Kinda sounds like he heard someone say “The Lord of Scars” through a mouthful of bread and just ran with it. 8/10.

#let's not split hairs over whether Thaidakar can be considered a worldhopper. #mine #cosmere #The Stormlight Archive #mistborn

[ultimateinferno]

With proper Space Age Cosmere just over the horizon, from what we've seen, Sanderson is very good at making the cultures he already had us fall in love with fucking infuriating from an outside perspective. Like damn, with Sixth of Dusk and The Sunlit Man, Scadrians are a bunch of fucking bitches, aren't they?

#''oh Scadrial is such a fun world. My first foray into the cosmere. metallic arts are so cool.'' #*[Meets a Scadrian anywhere but there]* ''I"m going to fucking deck you.'' #''Why should we have told these people who subsist on human sacrifices how to survive without human sacrifices?'' #Felt is the only one who's got it right. He doesn't delude himself into believing he's non-interventionist that he doesn't bother trying #but he also doesn't stick his dick into everything. He'll try to help where he can and knows when he can't. #The best worldhopper. #cosmere #cfsbf #mistborn #ssp4 #ssp4 spoilers #the sunlit man #cosmere spoilers

[unheavenlycreatures]

The difference between Murderbot's taste in media and ART's taste in media is that Murderbot would be an avid watcher of Days of Our Lives, would be able to remember/make sense of all the plotlines, and would get irritated at you for not being able to remember about the plotline about that one girl who was faking being in a coma back in season 55.

On the other hand, ART would still be an avid SuperWhoLockian in the year of our lord 3059, who ran with the JohnLock conspiracy until the final reboot of the show ended with Sherlock saying "gay pride? what do they even have to be proud about, anyways?" and making out with Irene Adler (who is now a robot that they made to have tits--not a ComfortUnit, but a human form bot that they put tits on), and tried to convince the rest of the bombed out fandom to help it file a class action lawsuit against BBC about it. It also likes to incorporate quotes from the shows into its daily lexicon (for example, using the "wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff" speech for things that it really probably should not apply to).

This is also why none of the PresAux humans or ART's crew ever ask to watch media with them anymore.

#.txt #tmbd #the murderbot diaries #murderbot #secunit #ART tmbd #perihelion #i am not taking criticism at this time #this all spiraled out from me wondering whether worldhoppers was the in universe equivalent of doctor who #asshole research transport