#Explorer's Blood

[ruporas]

dragon meat, you, and me

[vamprisms]

writers that try to make monsters like vampires an allegory for like... systematically oppressed people but they still like rip people's throats out and the oppressors have a real reason to fear and try to subjugate them and call them fake slurs like fangers or whatever. like.... what are you talking about you're scaring me.

[dykestache]

new heart bong 🫀

[wynns-wonderful-pixel-paradise]

Oh man I'm just exploring some clip art cds from Internet Archive, found a real gem this time. Its 3DColorClipArt, it has a bunch of weird old early 3d art I thought I would share! There also seems to be some 3d model programs on here but I would have to try a VM to get them to work I think

[remxedmoon]

boo! old woman jumpscare

greyscale vers below!

[phrysic]

it's creepy!castiel hour

[elenjaxx]

The Game is On !

¡Al fin puedo publicar mi juego en google!

(This post alternates english with spanish as I did on other social media)

Linaje Explorador/Explorer's Blood:

Este hilo contiene todos los detalles de mi primer videojuego, que ayuda en la escritura académica de una forma muy divertida.

// This thread contains every detail from my first videogame, a very funny tool to help you out with academic writing.

Resumen en Español

En el juego, adoptarás la personalidad del aprendiz de la Biblioteca. Deberás explorar por tanto la Biblioteca y todos los recursos que te ofrece: curiosea los libros, habla con tus compañeros y profesores.

Sin embargo, hay un problema, la figura más importante de la Biblioteca ha desaparecido, ¡y justo en mitad de una guerra entre los Sangre Savia y los Sangre Ardiente! Debes buscar a esa persona por todo el mundo, utilizando lo que has aprendido en la Biblioteca.

Casi sin darte cuenta, tendrás a tu disposición unos conocimientos y herramientas clave para hacer tu Trabajo de Fin de Grado Universitario.

Y todo en una divertida historia llena de detalles satíricos hacia, precisamente, esos tediosos trabajos. ¡Todo es mucho más divertido si te lo tomas con humor!

Summary in English

The most important role of the Library has disappeared. And in the middle of the war between the Forestbloods and the Firebloods! You must find that person throughout the whole world by using what you've learn from the Library.

Without even realizing, you will find amazing tools to finish your final dissertation for your degree. All these things within a funny story that mocks university, because everything is better with a little bit of humour!

Dato Curioso

Este iba a ser mi TFM, pero los problemas de la pandemia, las prisas y el papeleo al que me tenía que enfrentar para defender UN JUEGO en un máster de LITERATURA ... complicaron un poco las cosas.

Además, necesitaba el título cuanto antes para pedir una beca, así que tuve que cambiar corriendo de tema, ¡y apareció Nuestra Bandera Significa Muerte! Gracias a esa serie, conseguí graduarme, pero no quería dejar este divertido proyecto a medias, ¡y aquí está!

Interesting Info

This was going to be my final dissertation, but covid, being in a rush and the burocracy I had to face to defend A VIDEOGAME in a masters degree of LITERATURE ... yeah, things got out of hand.

Besides, I needed my certification to apply for a scholarship, so I had to change topics quicly. That is when Our Flag Means Death appeared! Thanks to this series, I finally graduated, but I didn't want to left this funny project unfinished, so here it is!

ANTES DE NADA: Mensaje para no preocuparte (DONT WORRY)

Si utilizas la instalación manual, te saldrán mensajes como estos y es normal. Tu teléfono puede llegar a tener hasta tres barreras de seguridad adicionales para que no instales aplicaciones peligrosas. Esta no lo es. //The pics above ilustrate tipical messages that android gives when you do a manual installation: it's normal and perfectly fine.//

PROMO

Este proyecto no me ha salido gratis, aunque el juego lo sea :( Me haría muy feliz poder cubrir los gastos del programa de desarrolladores de google [30€]. Si te apetece, puedes mostrar tu apoyo en https://ko-fi.com/elen_jaxx

This project wasn't free for me, even though its free for you :(

I would love to raise [30€] to cover the costs of the google developers program. If you feel like it, you can show your suport at https://ko-fi.com/elen_jaxx

PARA TI: >El juego NO contiene anuncios, sólo una pequeña interacción dentro de la historia que te lleva a mi kofi >Disponible en ESP e ING FOR YOU: >The game has NO ADDS, only a small interaction inside the story that redirects you to my kofi page >Available In SPA and ENG

¡¡¡ AL FIN !!! GOOGLE PLAY ME DEJA PUBLICAR !!! Aquí está el enlace (link to the game): https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.e.linajeexplorador

If you find any problems (i believe it would be impossible to change the language from the app in google play, sorry) Android and IOS english speaking users can download the app here: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1jiKAQ-yiGHg0PBvo6R9sdKRshqhClI5T (READ THE TXT FIRST)

You can also download this to MAC pc's https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/18Q1wbKfP8XahR6rpUNI-oRuvR2GAIhAj… And to Windows pc's: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1KFDdK8RcLpuVON0ETsoAJwm7AOcU2Ppw… (remember to read the txt archive first)

Si tenéis problemas, la app también está descargable aquí, en español, para android/ios: https://drive.google.com/file/d/11SYEYmlDRMO7vbyq32KPtwck4Vwfsgiw/view?usp=sharing… Muy importante: leed el archivo txt primero para que vuestro móvil no se vuelva loco:

Aquí también está para ordenadores windows: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1HlZcP9VJYm5mskCI7KZ3FGHu64elUeur?usp=sharing… y para ordenadores MAC: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1A_EW3-Bo97S7hDOCEO0Gc9I0l-XE7ERv?usp=sharing

[r04sty]

Pt 2!

Pt 1 here

What's the word when you got something on he tip of you're tongue? Yeah that.

[moonsnqil]

Kevin watching Jean ask Jeremy if he's okay, watching Jean offer to hold Laila's bag so she can fix her shoe, watching Jean hand Cat a granola bar before a game because she looked a little unsteady. He's not jealous, he had his time by Jean's side. Maybe it's grief. Grief for something that was never so innocent, never so untouched by cruel hands, something that could've been better if they were anyone else. Grief for something that's long passed and can never be fixed to be made better than before. He had his time at the receiving end of Jean's concerned glances. Maybe he's just a little sad that when he's at an away game, he no longer buys post cards for a friend. Maybe he just misses this person who used to always be by his side but they both knows it's better this way. Jean is happy, it's not with Kevin, and that's okay.

[bolithesenate]

Satine Kryze should not be a sympathetic character.

A complex and tragic one? Sure. Every day of the week.

But she did not 'have a point', neither in-universe, not outside of the sw framework. She isn't a hero, neither of her own story, nor of someone else's. There is no way she wasn't a tool. You should not look at her and think 'this woman has done nothing wrong and what ultimately happened to Mandalore was to no part her fault'.

Because guys. Friends. Strangers on the interwebs.

Pacifism doesn't work.

And it certainly wouldn't have worked in motherfucking Star Wars – the 'wars' is literally in the title – for a system or series of systems who wanted to stay neutral.

YOU DON'T STAY NEUTRAL FOR LONG BY JUST SAYING 'YEAH, NO THANKS <3' TO A LARGE-SCALE CONFLICT.

source: I am Swiss, we've looked at this in history class. Extensively.

Satine was a dreamer (thanks Obi-Wan) who was allowed to keep her delusions because they actively benefitted Palpatine's plans. And that's something you can quote me on. There is literally no other reason (apart from supremely bad writing but we'll leave that aside here) for her and her little friends' 'Alliance of Neutral Systems' or whatever to be allowed to exist.

Not that they were neutral in any way, shape or form, by the way.

So yeah sorry to the Satine stans, but you're idolizing a character that was written exclusively and specifically for Obi-Wan's manpain and who, in-universe, was a supremely bad politician. Because the level of mental dissonace needed to factually be a Republic System, have a seat in the fucking Republic Senate, rely upon their military for aid while actively proclaiming that All Violence Is Bad And Barbaric one sentence later AND THEN CLAIM TO BE NEUTRAL IN THE WHOLE CONFLICT – it's just mind-blowing. Even moreso that people actually look at this character and see something aspirational in her.

Again, I'll gladly dissect her character any day of the week. She is fascinating because of all the implications her existence as a head of state carries with it, as well as her deeply complicated family history and her relation to mandalorian culture.

But it just grates on me personally that that all gets ignored in favor of her being some sort of icon of white american saviorism (bc that's literally what she is) and her objectively bad political takes being treated like they are the only correct stance to be taken during the Clone Wars/Mandalorian Civil Wars.

If you think pacifism works and actually lets you stay neutral, I desperately urge you to open a history book. Because those two are mutually exclusive. Especially in the scenario that Star Wars paints.

[ovenproofowl]

bad blood is one hell of an episode. it literally opens with mulder straight-up murdering a regular teenager via stake-through-the-heart and he and scully are like pretty sure the FBI is going to be sued and they're going to be doing some serious jail time. except both of them remember the story differently. scully's story is predictably logical and straight-forward. the killer was drugging his victims before bleeding them out, mimicking a vampire attack by wearing fake fangs (which are proven to be fake. this is crucial. this kid was wearing plastic fangs when mulder stabbed him. in the chest. with a wooden stake.) what is also crucial is that mulder was a victim of this murderer's attack and so he was tripping hard when scully intercepts the killer. mulder - whilst tripping balls - is convinced that the killer has glowing eyes and flew across the room before running out the door. and so - whilst tripping balls - he gives chase and ends up stabbing the kid through the heart with a wooden stake.

and of course this is the x files and so while scully and mulder are arguing over who gave who the hardest time in their percieved series of events, it turns out that mulder was right. the kid was a vampire and the stake didn't actually kill him. the fangs were fake because he was copying the sorts of vampires that you see in books and on tv. he was a real vampire.

and it's not just the kid. there are bunches of vampires, including the sheriff. the whole town are just. vampires. the lot of 'em. and the second they're found out, they just up and leave without a trace.

sometimes the extent to which mulder turns out to be right in this show is borderline ludicrous, it's amazing, I love it. but what was even better was that the biggest point of contention between scully and mulder's stories wasn't even the vampire thing, it was whether or not the sheriff was actually hot.

[smallfire]

"There's no good way to end this, anyone can see; There's just great big you, And little old me."

@forgotten-elegy

[rhapsoddity]

so uh as a vex hybrid, consuming souls or the husks of souls can boost his power,,, and that can help with his chronic pain- so EAT UP BUDDY ITS FRESH

... yeah Scar has conflicting feelings about this lmao

[clowns0up-felix]

i love your reversal of fate au!! maybe im stupid and its explained somewhere but where is link's huge scar across his chest from?

Not stupid at all, haven’t talked about the scar before! It’s a pretty common type of scar people give wild :)

Thanks for the ask!! Love talking about hcs

More detailed version of the injury under the cut (cw blood and heavy injury tho!)

[starry-bi-sky]

my body's aching like a knock-down drag-out

and my poor heart is an open wound A Childhood Friends Au snippet that very briefly delves into Danny's life post-accident. CW: Mild Mentions of Blood, Violence, VERY mild gore ig. Danny briefly recalls getting impaled during a fight.

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What they don't tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it can hurt. That it can hurt more than when you were alive. That when you die, the emotions you die with stick with you like a leech that just won't let go. That emotions are ugly little thorns that stick their barbs into you and grow beneath your skin; or, at least, whatever’s left of it. 

Danny is familiar with anger. It kept him warm in Gotham, when his parents weren't home from work and he and Jason were crowding Crime Alley with their presence. It kept him warm in Amity, when the fresh sting of moving was still needling into his heart and he wanted nothing more than to rip and tear into the closest person next to him.

He's familiar with violence. With fights. With death. He's seen people die in Crime Alley probably every day. From overdose, from gunshots, from stab wounds; anything that can kill, rest assured he's seen it. He's familiar with getting his own knuckles rough and bloody when other kids turn and bare their teeth at him and Jason; they're all just starving dogs stuck in a fighting pit, primed and ready to rip out each other's throats. 

Black eyes, stomped hands, bloody noses. You name it; he’s had it. Gotham is paved with the blood of her children, and Danny likes to imagine that when he was born, the doctors handed his mother a file and told her; “Take it. He’s going to need it for his teeth.” 

Danny’s mom (and dad, for that matter) was too busy trying to keep him and Jazz fed, so Danny stole the file from her drawer with Jazz’s help, and did it himself.  

He’s familiar with anger, he thought he was getting better at it these days. It doesn’t come to him as easily as it did before. Of course, that was before Jason died. 

Danny is less familiar with grief. Caring kills and Gotham kills the caring, so Danny cares very little about other people. Or he tries to. But grief hurts. His grief hurts. It hurts too much. It hurts like a bug trying to crawl out of his chest; like a rat chewing a hole through his heart. Some days he wants to dig his hands into his hair and split himself down the middle. Some days he just wants to scream. 

He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s dead. 

He wants the whole city to hear him wailing, some days. It sticks itself in the back of his throat like bile, and Danny is one wrong retch away from letting it loose. It sticks in his lungs like all the tar he’s smoked in since he was nine. It pushes and aches at his temples, in his head, like his brain is trying to swell out of his skull. His thoughts becoming so loud they threaten to commandeer his tongue.  

He has no mouth, but he must scream. 

Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it hurts more than when you were alive. Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it’s violent. That it’s bloody. Or as bloody as it can be when everyone has no blood. 

Another thing they don’t tell you about being dead, is that it’s a lot like Gotham that way.

With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies forget death itself. Blood comes easy, like water, and teeth are encouraged. Bring your own fangs to the fight. Dying is something you can just walk off. 

Danny’s been dead for three months. He can’t say he’s been walking it off easy. He’s perfected the art of turning his nails into claws since his heart was still beating, but he can’t say he’s perfected fighting other ghosts. 

Scrappy is just not enough. 

He feels like he’s back in Gotham again. Back in her death-shroud alleyways, fighting someone bigger than him. But there’s no Jason to watch his back, and Danny has to get himself out of there alone. Or he might just not get up at all. 

Black eyes, busted lips. It’s familiar to him like an old scent, Danny isn’t quite sure that he’s missed it. It’s more familiar than his fights with Dash. 

But there’s no one else who can do it but him. Not Sam, not Tucker. He can’t lose them too. He can’t. He can’t. He can’t. His heart can’t take another break, he already feels like he’s going insane. 

With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies fight like death themself. He learns why when Technus puts a street sign through his stomach one day. It pins him to the asphalt like a moth pinned by its wings. 

Danny claws at the metal like how an animal caught in a trap chews off its leg, and every move is blinding pain. He thinks he was howling, but it’s hard to tell. He couldn’t recognize the sound of his voice. 

He bleeds green. It mixes in black with the pitch blackhole in his heart, which throbs and twists and cries in time with his reckless panic. The finger-choking terror of dying again strangles out the air he doesn’t need. His blood evaporates, only to reabsorb into him. It just bleeds out again, cycling like a snake eating its own tail. 

Danny breaks his nails clawing at the metal, and eventually gets it in his mind to pull it out. So he does, and the end drips ectoplasm green as he gets to his feet. In red-vision, Danny sends the sign back with snarling, vicious fervor. The pain is irrelevant in his rage.

Only after the fight does the hole the pole left start to close. Danny doesn’t shift human until it’s gone. Unlike other injuries, a scar stays behind. Ugly; mottled, it aches for a week with every twist and stretch his body makes. He hates it. 

Being dead is agony. 

Every part of him is in pain. Every step, every word he speaks, everything he does, it is prerequisite with pain. The body is temporary, but the soul is forever, and death has carved into it with its freezing green hands and left him with never-ending heartache. It has torn from him and stolen what of him it could, and in return it’s left him with sorrow. 

His pain is his grief, and he’s sobbed in the safety of his room more times than he can count. It’s still as fresh as the day he heard the news of Jason’s death. He knows, instinctively, that it will stay fresh forever. 

In his room, Danny shoves his hands over his mouth and shrieks in whatever, muffled way he can into his pillow. It’s not enough. It’s never enough. He needs to be louder. He needs to be heard. He refuses to be. 

Being dead hurts. 

[valewritessss]

The Stoll brothers just suddenly got the responsibility of being head councilors after their older brother betrayed the entire camp and yet they’re “just comedic relief”