#project vitality

[sheythegayy]

💚 A bit more from my RvB Fan Project: Project Vitality! 💚 > "Being the teams forward scout can be a lonely job, but I wouldn't trade it for the world." - Lainey

[half1spin]

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[beneathsilverstars]

My @isat-secretsanta-2024 gift for @pillowspace!! They said they’re fascinated by secret research lab AUs, and, in a case of incredible serendipity, that’s been my favorite trope since I was like 8 years old. So I may have gotten possessed and spent three weeks straight worldbuilding a whole entire thing.

So! This comic is my gift for Pillow, but I’m planning to write a fic set in the same AU eventually, titled Desperate Measures. It will take place in a modern day Vaugarde and focus on Odile, Loop, and Siffrin, alongside other more-or-less-familiar faces. And by “eventually” I mean this is now my highest priority project, but it’s big enough that it may be a couple months till I have anything else to show!

Journal transcript under the cut:

wavelength of 690nm, which means it would activate L cones nearly exclusively. If we're correct in our mapping of wavelength combinations to color terms in historical documents, then this would be considered a shade of "red".

I still don't know if I believe it. It seems fantastical, like I've become a character in a children's story, chosen to leave behind the world of the mundane and enter a realm of magic. Or like this is all a dream, and as soon as I'm about to see the shade my brain will realize it doesn't actually know how to show me something I've never seen before, so it'll put me in front of a full auditorium instead; and then I'll forget how to speak Vaugardian, or realize I'm not wearing any pants, or both, and then I'll wake with a start back in Ka Bue.

But however strange it seems, I can't think of any reason they'd have to lie about it. Why else all the NDAs? Why else contact me? So I must assume that it's true. That after years of trying to solve humanity's loss of color vision — a project that began long before I joined it, and that I expected to continue long past my time — I am about to simply be shown a perceivable color. That's the strangest part, really; that this breakthrough isn't related to the mechanisms of sight, but rather, the thing seen.

14/1/29

I thought perhaps they'd synthesized it somehow. Stumbled upon the correct combination of chemicals by accident. Maybe even invented a new sort of craft.

I didn't expect their source of red to be alive.

[sainz100]

Alex & Carlos on The Fast & The Curious 02.14 episode 💙💙

[gachacatt]

"I talked to so many therapists about that day. I thought I'd be better, but now it's tearing us apart all over again. I just wanted closure..."

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 39

a redraw from a couple years back that was originally a redraw from 2014 so thats a FULL DECADE OF PROGRESS, BABEY!!

[white-hole-station]

OWV really had the exact right "crazy mf" to "voice of reason" ratio to get that project off the ground, huh.

You've got Slate, whose idea of a good date is an explosion - and who says that they (Slate) (The Explosions One) have no idea how Feldspar lived long enough to become an astronaut, based on their nonexistent sense of self preservation. And then you've got the aforementioned Feldspar, whose idea of a good time is flying straight into the eye of the Giant's Deep storm for breakfast, and Dark Bramble for lunch.

Those two are the roaring engine of the endeavor, but if Hornfels wasn't methodical enough to channel that energy with actual science, they'd be an uncontrolled blast instead of power with steering. Gossan is the safety rails to the objective, the one to handle "how can we do this and live to do it again" and "how can we do this repeatably enough that other people both can learn and want to". If Slate and Felds are the engine and Hornfels is the steering, Gossan is the fuel line, a measured and steady input to give the whole thing staying power and make sure it's built to last.

Without the wilder half to take the plunges, they never would have passed the point of prototyping with the scant resources and unanswered questions they had. Without the more grounded half, they would have leapt too far too fast and become a barely-spoken cautionary tale instead of an inspiration. The existence and success of this project is as precarious and beautiful as flight itself, and it is so interesting to me to think about how each of its components helped to lift it to where it is by the start of the game.

(I briefly forgot about Esker but I fixed it in the tags) (Esker Rights forever they deserve to be remembered for their role and also visited, somebody visit them please,)

[notbecauseofvictories]

I will say, choosing to make your way through a bunch of point-and-click games on itch.io will single-handedly remind you that creativity is not "dead" or "corporatized" but actually, we as a species are still amazing, wildly inventive, and largely unhinged; if you claim otherwise, you're just not looking at the right bits.

[rizwalda]

one of my two pieces for @eamesie That's Cinema!: A Dimension 20 Movie Poster Redraw Zine - created as part of @d20zinejam 2024 get this zine and 67 others in a bundle and help support humanitarian aid for the people of Palestinee

& there is a really cool letterboxd list to go along with it 🎞️

[sheythegayy]

💚 Some Glory Shots from my RvB Fan Project: Project Vitality! 💚

🤍 Featuring the Spartans: Tanker, Lainey, and Eddie! 🤍

// This is just a little something I cooked up using MMD and a lot of premade stuff, just having a bit of fun. Might be dumping even more GIFs from these lil projects soon! Lore drops soon maybe too?? idk??

[kvroii]

Poison World, Chapter 13 - When Kori returns from Curiah for the first time, she finds that Ares has taken Tekuka into the hospital while she was away. She confronts Dr. Orochi to get the details of the cyborg's hospitalization, only to find it was just so the company could keep Tekuka out of their way.

[duckapus]

A couple things about the aftermath of Project Thunder:

-The CCC had to replace Juliano and the retaken worlds with backup data to keep Connected Cosmos functional. This means the Rising Star Circus crew now has a non-living npc version of Juliano to deal with on top of coping with the fact that they're trapped here.

-While the memories of the stolen worlds' inhabitants were restored and the Twilight purged, the worlds themselves weren't restored to their original state. So they still need to repair the damage and deal with the three-ish month timeskip that CC:TG's lore caused.

-Said timeskip means that Tulip is now 18. She doesn't know how to feel about that.

-SMG7 is, in fact, now paralyzed from the waist down. As soon as Tulip finds out about this she immediately starts building her the most kickass wheelchair possible (which considering her skills will be pretty damn kickass), and making the Van and the mansion (the latter of which needed work anyway between Reboot Saiko's attack and the Twilight apocalypse) wheelchair accessible. 7's actually pretty excited about it, though she's made it very clear that that's as far as Tulip's help should go. She's specifically banned whatever cybernetics Tulip might be thinking of.

Look, don't get her wrong. She loves Tulip. She trusts Tulip. But nobody besides Tulip will know how to install the robo-spine-whatever and she is not letting a teenage insomniac mad scientist with 4 IQ and no medical license operate on her no matter how cool the inevitable superpowers would be.

-Ash manages to get a dedicated projector for Alice (her body is technically a hologram, and Tulip's phone both can't actually project holograms (which makes her less durable) and probably isn't sturdy enough to withstand hits strong enough to knock Alice out. Said projector is a little blue pin shaped like a cat head that Tulip sticks onto her jacket when Alice isn't using it.

-Thankfully there aren't any custody issues over Tama. She'll still be living in Luminos Castle with her new family and Blotch will still be living with Overseer, just now that she knows where Tama is (and that she's alive) she'll be visiting a lot. She's not calling Nimbus "mom" though. Among other reasons they're too close in age for it to not be weird.

-Due to everything that happened, Renata and Sleeping Gaia are now well aware of the Digital Multiverse, and given that they found out in pretty much the worst, most confusing way possible everyone's got a lot of explaining to do.

-Mira now knows about her true origins and is having an existential crisis. To make matters worse, while they were able to purge the Twilit Corruption from her the ordeal activated the long-dormant data of the Werehog transformation, so she now has to deal with that every night.

-Steve, Welony and Bob are working on a new scarecrow body for Rob.

-CPU looks upon this absolute trainwreck and decides that all of them (or at least as many as logistically possible), need a fucking vacation. And fortunately, while it'll take a couple weeks to get things set up, there's a certain resort-owning Admin who owes him and Vitality several favors.

-Speaking of Vitality, she's still in a coma. Though when Kelsie checks on her (after dealing with all the wounded from the battle, of course. Swag makes for a lousy patient, especially when he's told he won't get to keep his crazy god powers) she notes that her recovery has accelerated slightly.

[forthedancingandthethriving]

(TW: Blood and injury)

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There's hardly time for him to react.

Vitality lunges at Disc, one eye obscured by shadow as she slams into him, full forced. Her claws wrap around his throat, and they both fall.

The portal opens, they fall through, and they're gone.

The portal spits them out somewhere unknown, but Vitality could care less. She and Disc tumble through the air, bodies soon scraping against the rocky ground as they skid down a mountain side.

The Program that was once her brother kicks her off with such ferocity that it makes her fumble. She goes skidding away, pointed stones digging into her shoulders.

She's up on her feet in no time, and her peacock feathers shake. They turn into fox tails, and then into a singular large one. Twenty-six eyes on it glaring with hate at him.

She summons her kyoketsu-shoge, just in time for Disc's naginata to clash against it. Sparks fly as the two former siblings-in-arms glare daggers at one another.

No words are said. They know that one of them will not be leaving alive.

Vitality swings the chain of her weapon. Even if she's the one not leaving alive, she's sure as hell not dying without a fight.

It wraps around Disc, and she sends him flying to the ground. The familiar feeling of flames aches at her.

Disc glares at her, cold as ice.

Vitality glares back, as hot as flames.

○●○

Blood, orange and white, paints the jagged stones and cliffside of whatever dimension the two are in.

A large fox tosses a tailless and earless coyote to the wayside. His limp body skids across rocks.

The vixen stands there, panting, chest heaving as white blood slowly falls from her wounds. It drips from her maw as she begins to stagger forward, hearing ringing and vision swimming.

It's too blurry for her to see what's happened to Disc. He's there one moment and gone the next.

Deactivated, Vitality hopes.

She collapses onto the ground, switching back to her regular form. Blood slowly dripping.

A chat box pops up.

Abyssal: Vitality, where are you?!

Another.

Crash: Vitality?? Why are 8&9's Admins telling us you just vanished from TCS?? Where are you?

More and more. Multiple messages. Chats.

But Vitality doesn't have the energy to respond. She can't respond, she's too weak to.

But she has to. There's that determination. That pride.

If she's going to die here, then at least her final words are going to be known, damn it!

She pushes herself up to her knees –

Before she collapses right back down.

“Shit,” she mutters weakly, eyelids fluttering.

Vitality doesn't know how long she laid there for, slowly bleeding out. Hours, probably. Chat boxes and messages appeared frequently, but her vision was far too blurry to properly read the times.

It wasn't long until she heard the crack of a portal, and a familiar voice.

“Oh my- Vitality!”

Sparks.

Green and red fills her vision as her friend's model shifts to one from when times were good.

“Gods, you have everyone losing their minds, even ClearAll is worried. Imagine my confusion when he rushed in and was asking if you were at the bar,” Sparks spoke quietly as he carefully picked up his friend.

Vitality hums quietly to let Sparks know she's awake and listening.

Sparks is grateful for that. He feels her body heating up on account of the blessing from FireFox. She heats and heats up, and he can hear the sizzling, the crackle and popping as her wounds heal.

“Do you need to go to him?” Sparks asks, voice a soft murmur.

“I'm okay,” Vitality answers, weak and quiet. “Code can handle it.. gonna need.. a lot of rest..”

Sparks takes notice that her braid has come undone, and he gently weaves it back together. “Adminspace?”

A hum is his answer.

“Should I answer any questions they have honestly?” Sparks asks softly. He knows how she feels about her past.

A pause and then a nod. “They.. deserve to know.. but.. not every.. detail..”

Vitality exhales. The cracking and popping of her code is a comfort. She can feel the heat healing her.

“You had us all so worried,” Sparks murmurs as he walks, probably just to give him time to talk with Vitality. “Me and ClearAll especially. I swear, for a bit, I was convinced you were going to, well.. deactivate..”

“Not.. for a while..” Vitality mumbles, voice fading as she slowly falls into rest.

Sparks lets out an amused but exasperated sigh. “Some things never change..”

[umaralikhokharbristol-iii]

Kashmir Awareness Campaign, Poster Project - 2019

[sheythegayy]

💚 More from my RvB Fan Project: Project Vitality! 💚

>"I don't know what that shiny guy's problem with me is, so what if my helmet's a bit dinged up?" - Lainey

[lunar-fey]

btw i meant to make this post like 3 days ago but i have been very forgetful and not perceiving of time lately teehee ^^ but anyway yall know that one post thats like. i will die if people do not tell me about their ocs. well that is real and true and i do in fact think people telling me about their ocs would fix me at least a little so im gonna need yall to fucking pick it up or i'll DIE okay. [i slam my hands down on my desk and like normally it would be really cool and awesome and intimidating but i am so weak and sickly due to lack of ocs that it doesn't even make a dent and its kind of a little bit awkward.]