more trek ocs for ds1246 ! These guys came from a different ship that had a severe breakout of something, and are now making their home at the station.
SO
I WUZ LOOKING 4 SUPER MARIO THEORIEZ I COULD MAKE IN2 A REALITY
AND I FOUND OUT THAT THEGAMER USED A MARUIGI ARTIST'Z ARTWORK IN 1 OF THEIR ARTICLEZ.
IF U DONT BELIEVE ME HERE'S THE ARTICLE I WUZ READING.
The Mystery Shop is always a hub of commotion. When it comes to uniforms, the store is a kaleidoscope of colors– No matter the hours of operations, it always seems like the shop is filled to the brim with students of all dormitories! It’s a testament to the collection of wares that Sam has in stock and his frighteningly good deals, Ruggie thinks. He ponders if Sam’s going to need an assistant any time soon– It’d be a dream to hold a part-time job in close proximity to campus.
Nevertheless, the Mystery Shop’s the closest thing Ruggie’s ever seen to a real-life treasure trove. Of course, Scarabia also fits that bill with their lavish lanterns, pillars gilded in gold, and the Asim’s endless funds, but he’s seen literal artifacts displayed at the student store. Like, what kind of student’s got that kind of money lying around to casually purchase some ancient relic on impulse?! (He knows exactly what kind of student fits that bill— He knows two of them, in fact.)
Ruggie wonders how difficult it’d be to swipe a little trinket from the store.
His fingers itch at the thought as he roams about the aisles, yet they remain diligently at his side. There’s gotta be some kind of catch to Sam’s endless inventory and flourishing business– Ruggie’s not about to be that hare-brained idiot puttin’ his snout where it doesn’t belong. Instead, he scopes the area with empty pockets and piqued curiosity. You could say that he’s window shopping as he appraises today’s inventory—
But he’s not paying attention to the shelves.
He’s looking at the students.
There’s a lot someone can learn through a person’s shopping basket. For instance, Ruggie knows that the divination class must’ve pushed a project deadline earlier. There’s a flock of students buying the same tools for forecasting, each with a disgruntled look on their face. Octavinelle’s stocking their inventory, ‘cause a bunch of black suits are holding up the counter and dragging out ingredients by the dozen. Ruggie notices that another bunch of them are piling up on party favors— Azul’s birthday is coming up, he recalls. Pale eyes flicker as he cranes his head to look around for a different set of fellow shoppers, then his eyes fall upon a familiar shade of green. Ruggie tilts his head to the side, then breaks into a smile.
“Heya, Trey~ The Mystery Shop’s suuuuper lively today!” He trots over to his upperclassman, then flashes him a big grin. “Ya got a lot of stuff in yer cart, but it don’t look like anythin’ ya guys eat for yer tea parties.” A round ear flicks in curiosity, “’S’not for some wacky science club experiment, right? Ya guys usually use what’s out in the labs or in the greenhouse...”
u really have cool arts and cool concepts and cool headcanons like waw... your infodump tags are the first thing i saw in my dash and im extremely compelled it's such a good hc
Waw... im so glad u appreciate them... im just like talkin to myself half the time. Do u wanna know more. Actually im just gonna say stuff never pass up the opportunity to infodump
For Gojo's unboxing I really Really Really Really really enjoy the idea of paralleling it to Schrodingers' box aka the box where you put a cat in and theires 50/50 percent change the cat dies its like a thought experiment meant to demonstrate superposition aka when particles r in a state thats just Not Here Or There until you Forces it to be Here or There. I know gege doesnt really put much thought into it when he says time doesnt pass inside the box but like thats an extremely Abstract state to be in if you think about it because Our Consciousness is what invented Time anyways so I think Gojo inside the box is in a state of being Neither Dead or Alive and he exists in All time At Once. Aka like yknow how time is linear like as in a line if you squeeze that line into a Single Point. Gojo experiencing his life and death and all the possibilities he can ever have at Righr That Singular moment. Its just that his brain is still pretty human and yknow thats Traumatic or whatever so he probably is Very scrambled if you have watched eeaao its like that but. Less heartwarming comedy more existential horror
Anyways so if he is experiencing infinite possibilities in the box at any given moment it all sorta averages out to 50 chance he dies fifty chance he lives when the box is opened. So gojo being the stupid genius he is realized that he can ensure his survival to 100 percent if he emerges half dead. So basically he allocate 50 percent of his cells to die and 50 to live and the priority is his brain cells bc that's Him he needs that to Exist.
Now the question we gojo satoru brain rottees have to ask our personal intepretations of gojo is: what organs would he keep and what would he think is not as nessesary
omg 13 and 4 for love should make you feel good!!!!
thanks for the ask friend!! <3
13. What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?
okay i was listening to the xx's self-titled album and coexist on repeat for most of it and i think intro + our song are perfect for abner x reader!
4. What’s your favorite line of dialogue?
so so many kdfjkjfdksjfd but it has GOT to be abner opening up in chapter 13 about not feeling like a real/normal person but finally firmly realizing he does in fact want to keep living!! it's kind of the culmination of his intro in the suicide squad ("we're all gonna die"/"i hope so")
“I don’t have anywhere else to go—after the island I just went where Cleo was going, which was where Harley was going, which was the only home she’s ever had, and that’s Gotham. And I don’t like it either but how can I live on my own in a world that I’ve never understood that’s never understood me? I’m almost forty and I don’t—there’s no—I’ve never been to college or had a job or had a home. I don’t know what to do or—or how to live. Sometimes I think it’s too late for me to learn how to be a person.”
He pauses, gesturing helplessly, and you want to speak and refute that idea, but before you can interrupt he speaks again. “I hate—I just, I don’t want you to be stuck there. I know it’s ugly. I kind of hate it too.” He chuckles bitterly and looks down at his feet. When he speaks again his voice is soft and uncertain. “But I don’t have—anything. Just my friends. I always thought I would die in prison. I don’t really know what to do now that I’m out. And then I met you and I—I actually really wanted to have a real life again ... I want to live,” he says, soft and surprised, as if he hadn’t dared voice that thought until now. He grows stronger, brow furrowed in determination. “I want to live,” he says to you, putting his hand back on top of yours.