#an extended introduction

[hippae09]

Some things about me

My pfp comes from the np of Oberon from fgo, to anybody not rotten in the mind that probably sounds like gibberish but I haven't played the game in months I just took my love of Oberon as a character with me so there ya have it! I do like Limbus company loathe as I am to say that a gacha has the grips on me but I think that's fine as it is, grip on me deep enough where I posted something on ao3 anyways which I promised an update and haven't worked on for a hot minute but tis a problem for mine future. It shall eventually be left in the long past once I do create a wonderful machination of my mind. If by some obscure miracle you happen to know what I'm blabbering about ignore the above and hurl stones at me or something.

[vindicated-truth]

Extended trailer and behind-the-scenes introduction to “Kaibutsu” (怪物), the Japanese remake of Beyond Evil

As a fan of Japanese media long before I was even introduced to Korean media, I’m actually looking forward to this. So distinctly and genuinely Japanese in its execution while still paying homage and respect to the Korean source. It’s truly localized in a very good way.

[sea-changed]

"For what they are worth, or for what they may recapture, here they are, period pieces, fairy tales, half-meaningless memories of a time and of attitudes which have gone forever from the world, a sad and jocular recording of a little part of a war I saw and do not believe, unreal with trumped-up pageantry, so that it stands in the mind like the battle pictures of Crécy and Bunker Hill and Gettysburg. And, although all war is a symptom of man's failure as a thinking animal, still there was in these memory-wars some gallantry, some bravery, some kindliness."

John Steinbeck, in the 1958 introduction to his collected 1943 World War II reportage Once There Was a War

[dimension-20-every-introduction]

Everyone Introduced in Dimension 20's Fantasy High: Junior Year episode 11

[parallaxshift-raki]

Introduction

Hello.

This is my blog. My name is Adam Raki. I live in New York City, but I prefer looking at things that are very far away, like galaxies and nebulae.

I am an electrical engineer, but I am currently between jobs. I know a lot about space, physics, and astronomy. If you ask me something, I will answer it as accurately as possible!. If you are imprecise, I may ask you to clarify.

The parallax shift is how the position of a star appears to change when viewed from different locations. It is not actually moving, but perspective makes it seem that way. That is how I got the name.

I do not know exactly what people post on blogs, but I will post things about space. If I like something, I might reblog it. I do not always understand jokes, but if you tell me it is a joke, I will try to understand.

Topics I will post about:

• Astronomy

• Space exploration

• Interesting facts

• Possibly answering Questions

OOC:

Hey ! I’m Tej (he/him) and I made this as an rp account for Adam because I adore him. Feel free to interact no matter who you are , just be respectful :) you can always send OOC asks just make sure to mark them as such !

(I also just wanted to clarify that I am neurodivergent myself and I will do my absolute best not to make a mockery out of Adam’s character !)

AO3 :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65369347/chapters/168209467

Tags :

#spacetalks : Adam‘s life

#spacereposts : Adam‘s repost

#spacefriends : Adam and Abigail

- ( @deerrdarling )

#spacesessions : Adam and psychiatrist Dr. Lecter

- ( @therealhannibal )

#spacedogs : Adam and Nigel

- ( @1nvictus )

#spacecousins : Adam and Will

- ( @straydogcollector )

#spacekaiser : Adam and Duncan

- ( @notblackkaiser )

#spacepusher : Adam and Tonny

- ( @coke-n-dope )

anon tags ;

#🧩,#🔭,#🦌,#🧷

[yume-fanfare]

im honestly really excited abt knowing more about this green boy i feel like it's a slowburn in getting to know him

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

frickin shite that was the worst small group I've ever been to in my life

[ko-odi]

i have terrible, awful, horrendous news.

i went from being hyperfixated on a story about a group of young people on the run from the government in search of a magical library and undead family member to... being hyperfixated on a story about a group of young people on the run from the government in search of a magical library and undead family member .

[twiilys]

i have now joined the ranks of people who have watched the lord of the rings: extended edition in full. i'm also reading the books. i want to dissect the score and pause at every scene. i am already the annoying person spewing fun facts while watching. no regrets whatsoever

[avatarskywalker78]

Formal OC Introductions - Alexandra 'Lexa' Sullivan (fc Naomi Scott)

As most of my OCs on my Masterlists were added after the initial post, I'm going to be posting about the ones you might not've seen for the next few weeks!

Lexa Sullivan is no stranger to dramatic upheavals – she joined the army at eighteen because she believed she was doing the right thing only to realise it was anything but, and, in response to this, decided to join the Red Cross so she could actually do some good in the world. Both these jobs involved harrowing and life-threatening situations and she expected that, if she ever did get killed, it would be in the line of duty. Yet it’s during one of her rare holidays when she’s caught in gang crossfire, the only person who comes to her aid a kind Frenchman called Sebastien – who nonetheless cannot help her, but stays with her anyway as she dies. So it's a shock for both of them when she wakes up, and she finds out that she’s now an Immortal – just like Sebastien (also known as Booker), who immediately offers to put her in contact with his old team, and after giving her a few days to adjust tells her the whole story, how he betrayed them because of his own grief and how really, she’d be much better off with them. But...Lexa trusts him, given he stayed by a dying stranger’s side, and he clearly regrets what he did to his family – and, more importantly, she doesn’t think he should be alone. And she can’t provide professional help (though she’s certainly gonna try and prod him into it because holy fuck does the man need it)…she can be a good friend. Now if only she can convince Booker that she actually means it…

Tagging (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @shrinkthisviolet @lady-of-the-spirit @starstruckpurpledragon

[vindicated-truth]

Extended trailer and behind-the-scenes introduction to “Kaibutsu” (怪物), the Japanese remake of Beyond Evil

[ratislatis]

tapas' 1500 minimum chapter word count for the contest is singlehandedly destroying my spirit where it stands

[onedatasoftwaresolutions]

How Data Analytics Enhances IoT Development for Smarter Business Solutions

[thefoghascome]

hello. we are the fog warners, with our jobs apparently easy to guess. before you ask, we are not human and never will be.

our sign-off is 🌫️

tags:

our warnings : main posting

the beckoning : reblogs

extending our help : interacting with other blogs

requests of help : asks

talking to the hivemind : out of character

ooc : this blog is run by multiple people but only one will be posting here. if you wish to speak to another one of the fog warners, you must go through the poster.

the posters pronouns are he/any.

[chesters-ocs]

okay hear me out. i know i already posted the gn post on my main but LISTEN.....

think of how hard a songfic of the original/extended verison of Everything Stays between sylvester and butcher would go. do you see my vision. DO YOU....

i should write that one day. i need to.

[kaiist]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 ⋯ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘 “𝐖𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊” 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑

“We need to talk,” you say, trying to keep your expression serious as you stand before Xavier.

Rather than responding, however, he simply extends his hand toward you.

“Xavier? Did you hear what I said?”

Without a word, he gently pulls you toward the large beanbag in the corner of the room. Before you can protest or explain that your serious tone was just a joke, he’s already settling into the cushion, bringing you down with him.

“This... not now,” he murmurs, positioning you against his chest as he wraps his arms around you. His deliberate movements make it clear—this is his strategy for avoiding whatever discussion you’re trying to initiate.

“I was just—” you begin, but Xavier has already closed his eyes, his breathing starting to deepen in that familiar pattern.

You sigh, realizing he’s purposely choosing sleep over conversation. As his arms tighten slightly around you, keeping you securely against him, you can’t help but wonder if he saw through your playful ruse or if he simply decides that any conversation beginning with ‘we need to talk’ isn’t worth staying awake for.

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

“We need to talk,” you announce as Zayne walks through the door.

He pauses mid-step, his eyes immediately fixing on yours. He sets down his belongings without a word and takes a seat beside you, giving you his full attention.

“Go ahead,” he says simply.

You hadn’t expected such immediate, focused attention, and your planned joke suddenly feels less humorous under his intense gaze. You hesitate, considering whether to continue the prank.

“I’m listening,” he prompts when you don’t immediately speak.

You decide to come clean. “There’s nothing serious to discuss. I’m just happy to see you.”

His expression doesn’t change, but he holds your gaze for a long moment before rising from his seat with a relieved sigh. “I’m happy to see you, too,” he smiles before adding, “But, please, don’t start conversations with ‘we need to talk’ next time,” he says. “Those words create unnecessary anxiety.”

He moves toward you, his demeanor softening slightly. “If you want my attention, you have it. No need for dramatic preludes.” He caresses your head briefly before heading to the kitchen.

Later, he brings you a cup of coffee and sits beside you. “Now, did you want to talk about something else? Or was the goal simply to see me worry?”

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋

“We need to talk,” you announce from the doorway of Rafayel’s studio.

The faint smile that usually dances across his face when he paints vanishes instantly. His whole body seems to stop functioning—even the glass of water halfway to his lips remains suspended in air, forgotten.

His eyes—wide and alarmed—fix on you with such intensity that your playful mood instantly evaporates. He doesn’t move, doesn’t blink, just stares at you with growing dread.

“What—” he finally manages, voice barely audible. “What did I do?” he whispers. “Did I miss something important? Was I supposed to be somewhere?”

You can almost see the memories flashing behind his eyes—all the times he’s flaked on commitments to his art exhibition, all the responsibilities he’s brushed aside for spontaneous ocean swims for inspiration, and all the times he’d flee from social gatherings.

“It was a joke,” you interrupt his thoughts quickly. “Just a silly joke. There’s nothing wrong.”

Relief floods his entire body. “Why would you scare me like that? Now my mind’s blank and I can’t paint anymore,” he huffs.

He ‘punishes’ you with all-day cuddles to make himself feel better.

𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒

“We need to talk,” you say, entering Sylus’s office with a deliberately somber expression.

There’s the briefest pause in his movements before his composure returns completely.

“Do we now?” he responds, leaning back in his chair. “What is it, sweetie? Enlighten me about this matter that demands such a grave introduction.”

He gestures to the seat across from him, watching you closely as you sit down. His expression reveals nothing, though you catch the slight narrowing of his eyes as he studies your face, preparing responses for various scenarios.

“I’m waiting,” he says after a moment of silence.

You can’t maintain the charade under his intense scrutiny and break into a smile. “Actually, there’s nothing. I just wanted to see you.”

The corner of his mouth twitches. “Are you trying to see how I’d react? I assure you, I was completely unaffected.” Despite his claim, there’s a hint of relief in his posture as he leans forward.

“Your mind stopped working for a split second there, didn’t it?”

“Careful,” he murmurs, reaching across the desk to brush his fingers against yours. “Next time you cry wolf, I might just show you what happens when I’m genuinely concerned.”

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁

“We need to talk,” you announce, keeping your voice serious as you enter Caleb’s room.

He looks up from his phone, and for just a moment, his demeanor falters. Then, as quickly as it appeared, the concern vanishes behind a bright smile.

“Nooope. No, we don’t,” he declares, tossing aside his work. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it can wait until after dinner. Or tomorrow. Or never.”

You try to maintain your serious expression. “Caleb, I’m being serious here.”

“And I’m seriously not having this conversation,” he replies, already guiding you toward the door with an arm around your shoulders. “Let’s go get some food instead. Or watch that new movie at the cinema. Anything but ‘talk.’”

“You’re aware that avoiding the topic only makes me more curious, right?”

“Of course,” he grins, “but if I keep you entertained long enough, you might just forget about it.”

“You were scared,” you tease.

“Absolutely not,” he insists, though his grip on your hand tightens slightly. “I just have a strict policy against conversations that start that way. They’re banned in this relationship, effective immediately.” He pulls you closer, his playfulness restored now that the perceived threat has passed.

Two posts for today 😼