#data vis

[pali-and-proud]

He must be mad at me. Yes. That's why he kept me out of this story. He must be mad at me, and it cannot be because I skipped out on the last story. No, he must be mad at me because I kiss too well and so we have to pretend nothing happened at all and it's the only way he won't be mad at me. I will not communicate this with anyone. I'm doing great.

[vanderbilt-draws]

this is what happened right

[violethyacinth]

“I… love you… brother.”

“Good-bye, Lore.”

FUCKING OUCH

[relto]

have to update a file system mount on some of our crates, which do NOT have nano installed, which means i now have to figure out how to use vi.. cry

[swagmaxxer]

flipaclip keeps crashing i hate this app but its. Literally my only option if i want to have audio in my animations because i am Incapable of getting it on time eithout having the audio Right Tgere to listen to while lookibg st the animatjon

[dkettchen]

*laughs in still 923 characters in my data set after cleaning up all the duplicate names* 🙃 (down from 975 (unique) old names)

[thedevilwithiin]

starter para: @allburnin

inspirado em: cruel summer, da taylor swift

local: confeitaria "delícias da vovó"

Assim que seu pedido ficou pronto, Stan ergueu-se da mesa na qual estava sentado com Victoria e buscou no balcão os doces de diferentes colorações e cheiros espetaculares, para trazer de volta ao local de origem que estava. Rapidamente confortou-se e voltou a falar para ela: "Então, voltando. Eu 'tava bêbado no banco de trás do uber e chegando do bar, chorei que nem um recém-nascido. Aí falei pra mim mesmo: 'Tô de boa', mas não era verdade. Eu não queria manter segredos só pra manter ela, sabe?!" Deu uma breve pausa apenas para mordiscar o que parecia ser um doce de abacaxi - e provavelmente não seria, pois ali as coisas não eram realmente o que pareciam ser. E estava certo. O doce não lhe era estranho, mas não conseguia lembrar o quê era. Não era ruim, todavia; na verdade, extremamente saboroso já que equilibrava o doce com o azedo. Mesmo de boca cheia, engoliu uma parcela e limpou o canto da boca para retomar a história. "Fiz tanto por ela que teve um dia que entrei bem de mansinho pelo portão do jardim da casa dos pais dela, todas as noites daquele verão fazia aquilo, só pra selar meu destino, e gritei por tudo que é mais sagrado lá de baixo: 'Eu te amo!'" Bufou rapidamente para demonstrar descontentamento consigo mesmo. "Essa não é a pior coisa que você já ouviu? Eu sei, eu era bem patético naquela época."

[kivaember]

writing a pre-fires walter fic where he's a kid at institute city... hm hm hm... here's a wip below

Though it was night, the hallways of Laboratory Alpha (or ‘LA’, as the workers jokingly called it) were brightly lit underneath its fluorescent lighting, reflecting uncomfortably from the clean, white walls and shiny linoleum floors. 

The soles of Walter’s trainers squeaked loudly as he tried to sneak down those brightly lit hallways, his shadow cast harsh and long whenever he hugged along the wall or crept around corners, keeping his head ducked low against the glints of the security cameras, his eyes and most of his face hidden behind his baseball cap and cold mask. While his passing will be noted, it won’t be until the hour was up - Walter knew the security guard on duty, and he’d be too busy watching his favourite show, complacent due to how nothing ever happened at the lab, safe as it was deep within Institute City. 

If only they knew what happened on the lower floors. 

He came to the last corner of the hallway and pressed himself against the wall, peeking around it. There, less than ten metres down the hallway, his ticket to freedom lay: an innocuous door kept locked by a single card swipe and code. 

Walter dug a hand into his jacket pocket, pulling out the keycard he had swiped only twenty minutes before from a scientist dozing in the break room. It had been an impulsive move, but no one else had been around and Walter knew he wouldn’t get a better chance, not with Nagai keeping such a close eye on him and Carla doing the same. 

He clenched his hand around the keycard, feeling its plastic edges dig into his palm. 

It’s been almost a month, a month since he was confined to this lab, cut off from his father who continued to do who knows what to god knows who, emboldened by the Institute’s board of directors, sprinting down a path that’ll end with… 

Walter slid around the corner, jogging over to the door before he lost his nerve. He pressed the keycard against the keypad, like he’d seen Carla and his dad do many times before. A high-pitched beep squeaked out, and numbers in a random order lit up on the pad, waiting to be pressed. 

Right. Right, if he remembered, for this guy, it was…

…beep, beep… beep…

“Um…” 

…beep!

There was a split second pause, but it felt like an eternity to Walter as he held his breath, braced for failure or for an alarm to sound. But the keypad let out a cheerful chime and the door slid open. 

[voiceoutofstars]

Another fan narration of HSR. This is the first part in a collection of Data Bank entries on Terms, including all Locations (as of 2.0).

Timestamps:

Concepts - 00:00

Herta Space Station - 00:47

Jarilo-VI - 02:26

Xianzhou Luofu - 04:37

Penacony - 06:11

Music Tracks are "Reflected Light" by SergePavkinMusic, "Sinius" by Daljit Kundi, "Beata" by OB-LIX and "Dark" by Haletski.

[anditwentlikethis]

estar na faculdade é pensar que somos todos adultos responsáveis nos seus 20 anos até seres forçado a trabalhar em grupo com pessoas que têm o mesmo sentido de responsabilidade que uma criança de 8 anos

[omarfor-orchestra]

*suoni indefiniti*

[luarenah]

everyone in lab went home early so i can blast abba while i code :)

[nathaniacolver]

i just KNOW there's korrasami-trained animators at fortiche bc some of these are actually CRAZY

"catradora walked so Caitvi could fly 🥺"

Who ACTUALLY walked so Caitvi could fly:

[farmerstrend]

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[iocheaira]

did get told “just edit it in canva” about changing the color of a single county on a color coded map of the state that i pulled off a partner’s website and is a freaking jpg. sorry i didn’t realize canva allowed you to color pixel by pixel or break up a single image???????? and the best solution to get everything they want is to learn R