#Archive System

[vocaloidgender]

Archive system

A flag for systems who feel a connection to, feel represented by, and/or just like an archive. The system may also be an archive.

Note that this is not an origin term. Colors are taken from this picture.

[bipolarsupernova]

[fogaminghub]

🌟✨ Gamers, unite! Have you got your hands on the contact codes from the archives in Star Wars Jedi: Survivor? If not, fear not! We’ve got a detailed guide just for you on how to retrieve those elusive codes. Discover tips, tricks, and the secrets to leveling up your gameplay! 🎮🔓 

[ao3org]

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Posted: 18:37 UTC February 7, 2025

[wolfythewitch]

Sketch

[syrren]

“The artist becomes the canvas!” - TMAGP 002: Making Adjustments

[novahedron]

Me circa 2018: what the fuck is a mangos archives

Me, 2023, covered in blood: I get it now.

[officialmiintee]

wind breaker / please share some of your burdens with us

[nineraeix]

[PLEASURED EXHALATION] freak.

[voidwelt]

Every time Welt side-steps answering a question, a chill runs down the Void Archives' spine.

[silvermoon424]

I'm watching a video on ancient Fanfiction.net drama and the creator is going over all the dumb rules FF.net has that I forgot about (no 2nd person perspective writing, no interactive stories, no explicit 18+ stories, no incorporating song lyrics into your fic, etc, not to mention the systemic problems like the lack of an archival system).

We are so fucking lucky to have AO3 nowadays, you guys.

[thebarrows]

put them in a room together and no one will come out alive (●'◡'●)

[rage-n-anxiety]

hey hey—any TMA fans or TTRPG nerds out there?

if you've ever sunk way too many hours into D&D, Vampire: the Masquerade, Call of Cthulhu, etc... you might wanna check out this The Magnus Archives-inspired RPG! it's spooky, collaborative, and runs on the Cypher System (don’t stress if that’s new to you—we got you).

right now we’ve got DMs actively looking for players, and the server owner is planning some intro one-shots for folks who just wanna dip their toes in. super low-pressure, very story-focused, lots of weird little horrors to uncover.

we’re building a chill lil discord community and would love to have you—whether you're ready to run a game or just wanna vibe as a player.

[ao3org]

Our Systems volunteers have written up a great behind-the-scenes look at last year's DDoS attacks against the Archive. Why not check it out and show them some love?

[keferon]

Getting lost (part 2/?)!!

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The humans were really weird today, they had treated him to a meal in addition to the frozen fish he got every day, and he had done nothing! His pool was closed to the public, which only happened when he had a medical appointment and he hated them. The feeling of apprehension clouded his thoughts, it steamed in his belly, resonated in his heart before intruding into his flesh and bones, filling his being with a tugging, a curious desire to search, to understand. With this thick cloud blocking his little world of thoughts and the many staff members circling around his waters, he only wanted one thing: answers.

He would have asked, he COULD have asked, but humans didn't like that. He often tried to talk to them, but the more words came out of his mouth, when his language went beyond simple things like "eat" and "hello", their gaze withered, in the same way that an overwatered flower would have done. The truth brushed the veil of their thoughts before being quickly rejected for coos of joy and excitement at the new words that the orca had learned. And they couldn't really hear him anyway, people he recognized as veterinarians thanks to their green outfits were standing behind the glass of his indoor aquarium and not on the platform they normally used above the water. It felt more like a check-up than a real intervention and he thanked all the deities he knew for that! But no verbal interaction for him.

That still didn't explain why his part of the aquarium was closed. The keepers liked to do their check-ups in public, and honestly it, reassured him not to be alone during them. Being alone made him feel empty, there was nothing to do, nothing to say....just him and himself. He loathed when his body became numb from inactivity, when even his emotions mixed in the melancholy of his thoughts to become nothing but noise without purpose or words. He knew that the more the days passed, the more the little world he tried to keep in a corner of his head crumbled and that one day it would end up collapsing. That day, he will have gotten lost deep enough to never get out again, and there are days when he wonders if he would do better to swim faster to the bottom, to stop the internal bomb that was sleeping inside him, to let the ticking of the clock stop for good and to finally be at peace.

Little taps on the surface brought him out of thoughts he didn't want to have, that he tried as best he could to hide. It was his signal, maybe everything wasn't completely different today? Without hesitation he gave a simple tail swipe that propelled him without any real force towards the air. It was much too hot for his taste, one of the big disadvantages of summer, which made him think that they hadn't provided him with any enrichment with ice recently, maybe they didn't have enough for the whole park? His gaze fell on his regular keeper, Brice, who gave him a gentle pat on the top of his head between his ears.

"Hi buddy"

He cooed before throwing him a fish from a basin placed next to him. Jazz caught it on the fly, creating waves under his weight that soaked the keeper from head to toe, making him laugh. He liked to make people laugh, he was good at it, and he knew that the more he did it, the more humans would come and the less alone he would be. While eating his meal (they were really generous today), he saw Brice talking to the veterinarians who had been behind the window a few moments earlier but also to other people he didn't recognize, inspectors perhaps? In any case, their conversation was clear, even if the humans, as usual, didn't suspect that he was listening.

"Are we sure that the procedure is possible?

- One hundred percent, Jazz is completely docile and has no wounds that could be infected by a mystery disease from the other.

- The new mer is clearly not docile, he has been trying to escape since he woke up. I recommend a gentle approach, a quick first contact so that they assimilate each other."

The orca's ears perked up and his food froze in his throat. A new mer? Here?? He seemed to pause in his rapid descent into the heart of his mind, a pause in the chaos as the numbers of the bomb stopped decreasing, all to listen, to confirm the growing feeling in his chest. Hope? Fear? Stress or just pure denial that something like this could happen? In his head, a new melody began to write itself.

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-🦇🐧

Part 2 is less poetic, I didn't have the strenght for it🥲 hope you still like it!

OOOOOOOOOAAAHHHHH I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT SO MUCH DKLDNFKELNDHFKF

[monakisu]

was discussing alternatives to bingpup with my friend and this was the result… cliffbing the big red demon dog. my first time drawing bingqiu ever. how did i do