#anyways GOOD NIGHT >:]

[emil1863]

don't mind them they're dumb

[tawnysoup]

"You never know, you could surprise us all in time. Who’ll ever know if it was you that caused the crime?"

(video lyrics under the cut)

"I heard a word that they paint mirrors on their face And soon forget that they reflect but don’t create.

I suggest that you address your appetite For to be seen to cast your beam across the night."

[et-in-arkadia]

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Mission mode change detected, now in Monument Mode Goodnight friends. After exchanging our final bits of data,

I will hold vigil on this spot in Mare Crisium to watch humanity's continued journey to the stars.

Here, I will outlast your mightiest rivers, your tallest mountains, and perhaps even your species as we know it.

But it is remarkable that a species might be outlasted by its own ingenuity.

Here lies Blue Ghost, a testament to the team who, with the loving support of their families and friends, built and operated this machine and its payloads,

to push the capabilities and knowledge of humanity one small step further.

Per aspera ad astra!

Love, Blue Ghost

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no you are actively crying over a dying robot on the moon i am doing just fine thanks

[taimanzano]

One of one. One, alone, one.

[yesokayiknow]

also i don't understand how this run could have so many moments of the doctor loudly loving his new skin only for him to regenerate back into a white woman. like if he was gonna steal a companion's face martha is right there

[egophiliac]

since Eng is getting 7.5 soon(?), I felt motivated to go back to my Meleanor rig and make her a couple of lesson animations! ...except for alchemy, because the cauldron bubbles proved too hard to photoshop around, whoops.

maybe she just got lost on her way to the classroom...?

(credit: backgrounds are from the game, I just put her on top of 'em)

(aside from the backgrounds, this is not an edit, I drew her from scratch! please do not tag or treat as an edit!)

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being Sylus' non-mc significant other. part 2

Imagine Sylus had always been good at slipping into roles. A lover, a liar, a partner, a predator. Not because it was his nature but because that is how he survived. How he navigated a world full of ghosts and guns where names changed with the wind and loyalties died in the dark.

so Imagine when the mission called for him to play the doting boyfriend to MC, he did it without hesitation. Business was business. And nothing more. But you, you were never part of the plan.

Imagine you were something he never expected to find in the wreckage of his life. The softness he did not think he deserved. The quiet safety in a world too loud. With you, he wasn't a weapon, he wasn't a monster. He was just Sylus. Your Sylus. And that terrified him.

Imagine the way he knew what it looked like. The missed calls, the half truths, the bruises he wore like secrets. He watched you swallow your suspicion with grace, letting trust carry the weight of all the things he could not say. And you, you never asked too much. You never demanded more than what he could give and that made him want to give you everything. But then the mission came.

Imagine, the fake relationship with MC was meant to be a temporary cover. A strategic alliance masked in flirtation and staged intimacy. And he hated every second of it. He hated how close he had to stand. He hated the way MC would linger when the cameras weren't rolling. And what he hated most is the way he saw your silence begin to turn into sorrow.

Imagine he noticed everything. The way you started to flinch at the word "work." The way your smile faltered when he came home smelling like someone else's perfume. He noticed and it broke him because he couldn't tell you. Not yet. Not when the stakes were this high.

Imagine he never touched her like he touched you. He never whispered her name like a prayer. Never let her see the parts of him that he bled out in your hands. The vulnerable pieces you pieced back together night after night. MC was the mission. You were the reason he came back.

Imagine the night you asked about her and the way your voice cracked. That sound, that single, fractured breath did more damage than any bullet ever had. He looked at you and saw everything he stood to lose. Not because you doubted him but because he knew you had every right to.

Imagine he let it happen. He let it happen because he thought he was protecting you by keeping the truth buried beneath duty. But secrets rot. Even the ones told with good intentions. And you were starting to wither away from him.

"It's not what you think." He said but you already heard the guilt even before he felt it. Not guilt for what he did. But the guilt for the pain his silence caused you.

Imagine the way your silence answered. You did not scream. You didn't even cry. You just looked at him. You looked at him like you'd been bracing for this all along. And that killed something inside him.

Imagine in that moment, he realized something that made him feel like a sword pierced through his chest. You thought he loved her. You thought you were being replaced. You thought you were disposable. He made you feel that way.

Imagine that night, He stayed the night because he couldn't stand the idea of you being alone with that lie. Yet you did not touch him. You didn’t speak. You just curled into yourself like a wound trying to heal without being treated. And he lay down beside you. Not as a lover, not as a man but as the ghost of everything he ruined. Listening to the way your heartbeat refused to sync with his.

Imagine as dawn bleed into the room like a slow confession. He when and left with your back was still to him.You were quiet. The kind of quiet that used to mean peace, now it meant distance. The kind of quiet that he already knew he had lost you and you were just too kind to say it.

Imagine you were the kind of wound that he wanted to keep. The one that proved him that he could still feel something. And he would give anything to unlearn how it felt to wake up beside you knowing he didn’t deserve it.

Imagine he would give everything to go back to the moment you said his name like it was still a prayer and not a question. Because Sylus never loved her. He only loves you. And now he destroyed the only truth he ever had.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

i think everyone who's ever had migraines should be financially compensated forever btw

[linterteatime]

Woaw...

[xxplastic-cubexx]

good news for emma players coming this weekend: you're guaranteed having a mags to try the new team-up with if i'm on your team

bad news for emma players coming this weekend: you will functionally be solo-tanking if i'm on your team and we're on krakoa

bonus:

[altarusse]

Fellowship

[kitamars]

hhhnhhghgjjghgugujgutuutghn piskin……..

[yeiwing]

a quick presentation on my findings as a casual podcast consumer

[infernoflorys]

media: narcissists only get their supply from directly abusing everyone around them until everyone is manipulated and forced to see them as god.

my friend: i appreciate that you did this task for me. you are a good friend

me, grinning, blushing, twirling my hair, getting the supply: haha no problem man

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Sunrise, Parabellum.

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[yukiicantdraw]

Waoh sprite editing be upon ye🫴

But in all seriousness this was fun to make on renpy (minus the figuring out how to code it in part-) so I might do more of these if I ever come up with more dumb scenarios

because I don't know- playing with renpy sprites feels like playing with dolls but better because 🫵 look it's the weird worm, ghost and shroom trio 🫲✨interacting✨🫱

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