#g: starfield

[fereldanwench]

i forgot i had a free month of game pass i hadn't used yet so in a surprising turn of events I'm gonna give starfield a go

after it downloads

all 140 gigs of it o.O

[seranavolkihars]

infiltration?

SLOPPY STYLE

[doe-writes-stuff]

A/N - More of the cowboy space dad, because honestly there is never enough of this fictional man. <3 This is just some of reader having a moment to just...acclimate after being pulled into everything that is Constellation. Sam's there to provide some much-needed company.

WARNINGS: None, drinking of alcohol. Tiny hints of flirting before relationship?

The ornate tumbler of whiskey burns like nothing else on the way down your throat, but damn it was much needed after the week you’d had. The glass gives a dull clunk as you set it back down on the Lodge’s bar top with a wince and a hissed ‘ahh.’ The first of the night, and likely not the last.

The headquarters of Constellation, for once, is silent. Well, save for the ever-present hum that the three artifacts emanated down below in the library. Even with the door to the library balcony shut, you could still hear and feel its looming, distinct presence at the deepest part of your subconscious. Some part of you is comforted by this, but the other shivers in a muted sort of horror at this ‘connection’ you seem to share with the damned thing.

Sitting on the stool with your elbows propped up on the counter, your head falls into your hands, fingers massaging slowly at your throbbing temples. As you waited for the alcohol to kick in and give your turbulent thoughts some respite, it was unfortunately impossible not to dwell on the very thing you were trying to forget about.

One minute, you’d been stuffed into a too-big mining suit and strapped with a cutter to mine on the little nowhere planet of Vectera. Argos Extractors. A simple contract. An easy paycheck. The perfect place to keep your head down, not make waves, and just…earn a living that wouldn’t draw the ire of the many powers that be. Trade Authority, Ryujin, GalBank, it didn’t matter who. Better to be a nobody and just…coast through your lonely little life and retire someday with enough for a decent ship all your own. That had been the idea, at least.

And then the vision had knocked your breath away, both literally and figuratively. The moment your suit had brushed against the metallic surface, colors and feelings and sounds you’d never imagined had assaulted your brain. There’d been vibration across your skull, what felt like a blindingly white-hot swelter of heat, but accompanied by a chill so icy you thought yourself frozen. All at once, you’d gotten the sensation of the galaxy expanding in size and scope tenfold. But when you’d come to, Heller and Lin standing over you with marked concern, the world had looked exactly the same as before. 

You could never quite convince yourself you hadn’t been yanked from one reality, given a glimpse of something incredible beyond words or comprehension, and dropped back where you’d come from with little regard for the consequences to follow.

Maybe that’s exactly what it’d been…in which case, a shiver ran down your spine again.

Whatever it had been exactly, everything had been upturned in that one moment. Pirates and a fire fight; adrenaline had coursed through your body as bullets whizzed past your helmet, all while still reeling and trying to make sense of the vision. Your hands had shaken for hours after the fact.

Then meeting Barrett—a man like no one you’ve ever met before—who’d practically thrown you onto his ship with his robot companion, sent off to bring the artifact that had given you such boggling visions to begin with to the rest of his team back on New Atlantis. As if you’d just waltz into some science club with that hunk of metal with little explanation for why you were there.

And that hadn’t even been the end of it…

Vasco had analytically drawled at you in its robotic voice that you must destroy the pirates that’d been on Barrett’s tail, and so you’d entered their base of operations, weapon in hand and senses surely left somewhere behind on Vectera, and taken them out. Pure luck had you walk out of there alive. Most of that day was coming back a little fuzzy. Hell, maybe it was just your whiskey at this point…

Speaking of, you pour another finger’s worth of the stuff into your glass, marveling at the amber liquid. This one was easier to knock back, throat already having experienced the sting and now anticipating it. Smoky with a hint of honey, according to the salesman. All you could taste was the burn.

At first, you think you just imagine it. The sound of distant footsteps. But the longer they went on, growing more pronounced the closer they came, you realized someone else was up just as late as you were. Odd. You contemplated getting up to leave before you had unexpected and perhaps unwelcome company, but knew it was too late. Whoever it was would hear you making your exit by now, and that little niggle of curiosity was wondering who might be coming your way. Presumably for a drink as well. Half a dozen more steps and your late-night visitor appears in the doorway. 

Sam, you think his name was. You’d only just met him and his daughter today, but the brunet cowboy had made an impression. Not many people outside of Akila chose to wear attire that resembled something in those antique western movies. By appearances, you’d expected some stubborn, prideful smart-ass typical of the planet’s residents. Instead, he’d been remarkably humble and charming. Definitely not the worst person that could have stumbled upon you at this late hour.

Surprise registered on his face when he spotted you already occupying a seat at the bar. Obviously he hadn’t been anticipating anyone else being awake. Then, his eyes flickered to the glass and bottle of whiskey you’d clearly already broken open with a little smile. “Long day?”

Your laugh is nothing more than a huff of breath. “Long week.”

He nods, gaze drifting around the room. You see the moment of hesitation, where he stays standing by the entrance, unsure of if he would be welcome to join you. Ah, a gentleman as well. Figuring his company wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, you give your head a jerk to the stool beside you, already reaching for one of the upturned tumblers further down the counter.

He sits with a long sigh, gratefully accepting the glass and nodding when you lift the whiskey in silent question. You eyeball a finger’s worth into the tumbler, but he clears his throat and gives it a tiny jostle.

“Better make it a double.”

A wry, curious smile curls its way onto your face as you look up at him, but you do as he asks. “Long day for you, sounds like.”

“Not really.” He brings the glass to his lips, downing the contents with little more than a wince in response. “Just a…long conversation.”

“At this hour?” You hadn’t heard anyone else speaking when you crept off to the bar by yourself earlier, but then again, you weren’t exactly sure where Sam’s room was. He gave a slow nod.

“Ex-wife.” There’s some sort of emotion in his tone, but it’s impossible to tell what. He doesn’t give much away with his expression, just stares down into his now-empty glass. “Work takes her all over the systems, so…our talks are often at odd hours.”

“Ah.” You’re not sure how else to respond to that, and decide that a simple acknowledgement of his statement was enough. He doesn’t continue, and you don’t pry. Based on his behavior, the topic of ex-wives was most certainly not a can of worms he was eager to open with you. Hence his trip to the bar. And truthfully, you weren’t in much a mood to listen to that right now.

Figuring more alcohol was the solution to both dilemmas at hand, you pour another round of whiskey in both of your glasses, which Sam doesn’t object to. The glasses are knocked back simultaneously, and thunk only a second apart back onto the counter. That warm, familiar buzz tingles your fingertips and chest. Wonderful.

Hearing your own sigh, Sam suddenly gives a low chuckle under his breath, before turning his head to face you. “So, first week. I take it Constellation’s been a bit more than you bargained for?”

“You have no idea…” The admission is accompanied by a weary shake of your head, which only caused Sam’s grin to widen further. “If you had asked me a month ago what I’d be doing with my life, I’d say something like…wasting away in some dark, dank cave on a planet no one’s heard of. Something boring. Forgettable. Hunting down unexplainable artifacts to unlock the ‘mysteries of the universe,’” you say with air quotations, “was nowhere on the list, believe it or not.”

“Quite a career change.” He posited with amusement, then crossed his arms and leaned on the counter, interest plaguing his expression. “What we do, it…ain’t for the faint of heart, sure. I mean, meeting Barrett is an experience all its own. But come on, do you really miss mining of all things?”

“It’s not that I miss it, exactly. It’s…” You drift off, eye rising to the ceiling as if searching for the right words to explain. Accompanying it is the slightest sensation of spinning, so your hands grips the edge of the counter. “It’s more like…I had already prepared myself for a few decades of boring, inconsequential work. And all this,” you gesture at the Lodge around you, “is nothing at all like that. I’ve…lost my footing, I guess.”

“Yeah, but…” Sam grimaces a little, eyes narrowing as he shakes his head, unable to understand, “…mining?”

You get the impression your career choice—former career choice, you remind yourself—was somehow especially bewildering to the cowboy, and can’t help the grin. “There’s routine. Familiar people, familiar terrain. You wake up each morning, and do the same thing you did the day before, and the same thing you’ll be doing the next day. Mine, lunch, mine some more. If you’re trained, then you work some equipment. Boring. Easy. A guaranteed paycheck for as long as the vein is plentiful. It’s…comforting, in a way, to always know what will happen next. Go in, get the job done, extract. Then, it’s off to the next mine and it starts all over again.”

You think you see the man shiver in his stool beside you, and laugh at the reaction.

“Sorry, but I ain’t seein’ the appeal in anything you just said.” Another laugh from you. Sam seems to be very good at getting you to do that. “You’ve just described a nightmare to me.”

“It’s definitely not for everyone.”

“Honestly, you don’t strike me as the type to want something like that either.” He goes on, and this piques your interest.

“What gives you that impression? We just met today.” You point out, and he concedes the point with a tilt of his hat. “You can hardly know me all that well.”

“Fair enough.” Sam inclines his head in understanding, then reaches over to grab the bottle of whiskey, pouring himself another. He flashes you an easy-going smile as he lifts his glass. “Just thought that…well, maybe I’d like to.”

It’s easy to blame the whiskey when you start questioning his meaning behind that. He just continues looking at you, and it’s somehow difficult to look away.

“Once you find that footing again, I get the feeling you’ll really like it around here. And, uh…between you and me?” After a conspiratorial glance around the empty bar, he leans in a bit closer. “The Lodge, the others…don’t get me wrong, they’re great. But there’s something about  being out there, on a ship, among the stars that feels right at home. Never knowin’ what you might find at your next destination, that sense of adventure and freedom.” He shoots you another smile. “Discoverin’ the mysteries of the universe is a bonus on top of it all.”

You find yourself nodding along, mesmerized. Some part of you thought you could listen to him talk for hours. Mining had seemed like the most secured and consistent source of income available to you at the time. But it wasn’t your passion. It wasn’t what you wanted to do. It just…seemed like the correct decision to make at the time. You’d resigned yourself to being stuck deep in the rock for years to come, and now? That distant and foolhardy dream of having a ship all your own to travel across the stars was beating against the box you’d stuffed it in up until now.

Whether it was the alcohol or just Sam himself that kept him talking, you could’t be sure. He leans back a little, with a rueful shake of his head. “I know I’m ramblin’ at this point, but…there’s too much beauty in this universe to just…sit back and let your life go by without seeing it all. You know?”

“Yeah.” And you do. Or, maybe this buzz was making you nostalgic. “I think I know what you mean.”

“Good. I’m glad.” He seems happy with that admission, and you feel pride at having earned his favor somehow. You liked Sam. From what little you knew about him, he was a good person to have around. Not bad company, either. Having had this talk with him just solidified those positive traits you’d initially seen.

Which, speaking of…

“You mentioned having a lead on one of the artifacts earlier, right?”

“Back in the day, Solomon Coe, the founder of Akila City drew up some maps that I think should point us in the right direction. They’re locked up in the GalBank vault there.”

Mulling over that information, and taking a few seconds longer than you’d like to admit to put the family relation part of it together, you finally nod and offer a smile. “Then…what would you say to traveling together?”

“Heh.” Sam’s expression brightens a little at the proposal. “Up for adventure already, huh?”

“I think so.” It seems strange to say after having been overwhelmed by the past week alone, but with a pleasant buzz and someone as charming as Sam to help you into this new life of yours, well…it was easier than you anticipated to shed the anxiety and embrace the anticipation of not knowing what awaited you with Constellation. He could be real convincing.

Then, you give a little laugh. “That’s as long as the hangover isn’t too terrible in the morning, of course.”

“Trust me. We’ll both be feelin’ it tomorrow. This stuff’s no joke.” Sam says, picking up the whiskey bottle and reading the percentage of alcohol. Then setting it down, he pins you with another look that you think peers right into your soul. How the hell did he do that so easy? “To answer your question, I’d love to travel with you. Oh, uh…as long as you’re alright with me bringing Cora along.”

Cora? Right, his daughter. “Isn’t she 12?”

“She goes wherever I go. We’re sort of a package deal. Non-negotiable.” Sam explains with a shrug. He must see hesitation in your expression, uncertain if bringing a child along would be all that wise, so he adds, “She’ll stay on the ship if we’re somewhere safety might be a concern.”

“Under those conditions, then I accept.” You say. If anything, Vasco could lock down the ship and protect her while you were away.

“Great. She’ll be thrilled to hear that.” His smile is wide and infectious.  Then, glancing at his empty glass of whiskey, he sighs and sets it downwards on the counter. “Better call it for the night. We’ll be sorry enough as is in the mornin.’”

“Yeah…” You agree, feeling more drunk now than tipsy. A deep, drunk sleep was exactly what you needed now. It was sad to have the conversation come to an end, however.

He peels himself out of the stool, then hangs back to make sure you were steady on your feet. You flash him a grateful smile, but gesture that you’ll be fine making it back to your room. It’s a short walk there, and you turn to your companion. “I’ll see you and Cora in the morning then.”

“Bright and early.” He promises, then chuckles. “Or late. Whichever the whiskey allows.”

Your smile widens. “Goodnight, Sam.”

“You too, Y/N.”

[tau1tvec]

Moonwalk. //

[larevuegeek]

Le nouveau pilote Game Ready 537.34 de NVIDIA sont là

NVIDIA a toujours été à l'avant-garde des performances dans le monde du jeu vidéo, et leur dernier pilote Game Ready, la version 537.34, ne fait pas exception. Sorti le 12 septembre 2023, ce pilote offre une multitude d'améliorations pour divers jeux, y compris Lies of P, Mortal Kombat 1, et même Starfield.

Le nouveau pilote Game Ready 537.34 de NVIDIA sont là - LaRevueGeek.com

[glimmette]

TPOT 17 stuff! (spoilers - also the last one has body horror and blood, kinda)

One's crashout! (the background is inspired by Marx Soul's arena from Kirby Super Star Ultra)

(brushes: impasto (donut and one); watercolor texture (background); experimental web (lightning); shoujo bubbles)

Little things.

(brush: g-pen)

One splitting like Marx Soul.

brush: impasto (main), starfield (fx)

(also, what did one DO to the other algebraliens?! I GOTTA KNOW!)

[sls-manchester-official]

Precentor Devlin Jacobs stood in zero G on the bridge of the Erinyes, his magboots locking him to the deck. Outside the bridge viewports, he could see the latticework structures of the drydock, cradling the massive vessel that he was temporarily calling home.

Each vessel in the Helios Mothball Fleet had a rotating skeleton crew, the minimum number necessary to maintain vital ship systems while they were shut down. Rumor had it that when their ancestors had arrived, they had set up a fully operational SDS system centered on Helios, but everyone said that was all coordinated via the AI research base on Helios' moon, and in any case no one had seen an SDS vessel in decades - if there were crews going out to perform maintenance on those ships, they weren't telling anyone about it.

Only a handful of small corvettes and frigates remained active and operational, alongside a swarm of DropShips that handled most intrasystem transit and transport. It was ironic, thought Devlin, that getting posted to one of those vessels was regarded as a fate to be avoided among those of the Heliosan navy - sure, you were on active duty, but conditions were cramped, the ships were old and cranky, and most of the command officers aboard were hard drivers, almost as fanatic as the ROM weirdos on Helios itself.

No, it was far better to be on one of the skeleton crews. Sleeping ships couldn't be cranky, the quarters on these larger vessels were much better, and while there wasn't a lot to do, it at least left a lot of time for relaxation. Each of the systems two mothball facilities - one each at the L4 and L5 Lagrange points - had their own space station, each of which served as a home away from home for those crews assigned to care for the mothballed vessels. Each station was a stack of five grav decks, each 2 kilometers in radius, arrayed around a central core.

Considered "wonders the system" by Heliosan tourists, a portion of the traffic to and from the stations was indeed civilian - they were dual-use structures, leftovers from the early days of the Diaspora before Helios had been fully settled again, with little permanent population other than their own crews. The station crews had been originally drawn from the Belter populations of the Sol system, and were generally as oddball as many of the stories told about their ancestors.

But, as much as the civilian amenities and personable crews made living on the stations comfortable, it was when he was aboard the Erinyes that Devlin felt truly at home. He knew what she had been built to do, of course, and that purpose had terrified him. But Erinyes, like a great dragon, slept. Had slept for years and years. She was his to care for, and he knew that to wake her meant something was going horribly wrong. Out of the viewports, past the drydock in which Erinyes slept, Devlin could see dozens of other vessels - a score of Diaspora class JumpShips, a pair of cruisers, a battleship, and support vessels.

And then, suddenly, with the lensing bubbles and bright flashes of successful Kearny-Fuchida jumps, three more vessels were among the mothball fleet. Devlin stared at them, at the symbol on their sides he could easily see through the massive bridge viewports. Devlin's stunned brain supplied only two thoughts.

The Star League? What the hell is going on?

( @is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not )

Commodore Mikolaj looked out at the dozens of Heliosan ships scattered across the starfield before them, floating in the void near a considerably-sized space station which, if the HUD painting the bridge windows in blue light was correct, sat exactly at the Lagrange point of the system.

"Status report." She ordered, glancing across the array of officers at terminals all around her as they gave their reports in clipped tones, all systems operational and ready, with boarding parties ready to go, just as she'd ordered.

"Excellent work, ladies and gentlemen," she said. "Now get me a reading on those ships. Intel says it's a mothball fleet, but I'll confirm that for myself."

After a few tense moments, one of the officers spoke up. "No signatures that would indicate an enemy combat-ready ship in the local voidspace, Ma'am." Collen nodded, thanking the man with a nod as she turned to her comms officer.

"Wilson, what's the chatter like? Any orders for battle stations?" The balding man turned slightly, though his eyes stayed locked on the rapidly-scrolling wall of text before him.

"Mostly confusion, Ma'am. It seems they had no clue the invasion was even happening. As far as they're concerned, we've undergone temporal displacement from Amaris' War."

"Very good," she said, reviewing the sensor readouts that were just now beginning to fill her command console, indicating that the entire fleet was on external power from the station, with not a single weapon powered up. "Prepare to broadcast on all frequencies, let's serve up our demands."

Colleen leaned forward, ensuring the microphone in her console would pick up her voice loud and clear, and when Wilson gave her the nod, she began.

@is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Friday, May 2nd

Giles: They're absorbing the steroid mixture through the steam. Xander: (follows him) Not they. We. Me! We have to find an antidote, don't you think? The clock is ticking, people! Buffy: I wouldn't break out the tartar sauce just yet. I mean, it's not like you were exposed more than once. (gets a worried look from Xander) Twice? Xander: Three times a Fish Guy.

~~Go Fish~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Time Will Tell by veronyxk84 (Buffy, PG-13)

Dopamine by Kittenwritings (Angel Investigations polycule, E)

And all I think about is how to make you think of me by Greensword101 (Fred/Lorne, T)

Everything Black by Kittenwritings (Angelus/Fred, M)

dust bunnies by Greensword101 (Fred/Lorne, G)

Proper Phone Etiquette by Greensword101 (Angel & Harmony, G)

Heroes of Today by Kittenwritings (Angel Investigations polycule, G)

SOTL: Starborn Trinity - 2nd Unity - The Future?! by JoshuAB (Scoobies, Starfield crossover, FR15)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Red Mors, Chapter 10 by IsobelSalmon (Willow & Xander, M)

She's my wife, Chapter 9 by HannibalLecter29 (Spike/OC, M)

Shared Skin, Chapter 4 by Sting99 (Buffy/Faith, E)

the Witch, the Scholar, and the Spirit, Chapter 12 by perfectlyGoodInk (Willow/OC, Willow/Tara, T)

Healing Waters, Chapter 6 by MagnusXXZ (Xander/Monica Dutton, Yellowstone crossover, M)

Dawnster Chronicles, more chapters by Astolphe (Dawn & Buffy, not rated)

Hearts a Mess, Chapter 4 by splendidchapette (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Wrong Ones, Chapter 1 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Mile Markers and Blood Moons, Chapter 4 by JamesMFan (Buffy/Spike, R)

Copyright Infringement, Chapter 5 by dogbertcarroll (Xander, FR15)

Back to the Light, Chapter 11 by MountainKing (Buffy, Doctor Who/Torchwood crossover, FR18)

What the Drabble? Vol. 3, Chapter 43 by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

[Images, Audio & Video]

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Artwork: Moving In Together by Kittenwritings (Angel/Fred/Cordelia/Wesley, G/worksafe)

Artwork: The Hellmouth by Kittenwritings (Cordelia/Harmony, G/worksafe)

Artwork: Slayer Slumber Party! by evesock (Buffy/Faith/Kendra, G/worksafe)

Manip: Deviant & Willing by fatalfae (Angel/Spike, T/worksafe)

Artwork: Warren by garscrucible (worksafe)

Artwork: Willow/Kennedy by sideartblog999 (not worksafe)

Playlist: artists that would play at The Bronze in 2025 by the-lavender-girl

Fanvid: Women in Buffyverse - I Am King by Rita

Fanvid: Damon & Elena + Buffy & Spike | The Chain (Parallels) by SweetAndBitterCherry

Fanvid: Buffy & Spike - Even Then, I Loved You by Buffy & Spike Channel

Fanvid: bad reviews | buffy summers by leticia

Fanvid: Spike & Buffy - The Calling by William Pratt

Fanvid: Buffy and Spike - Life Of The Party By The Weekend by Nakia Littlejohn

Fanvid: Buffy and Spike - War of hearts by Nakia Littlejohn

Vidlet: I'm Buffy The Vampire Slayer || Buffy Edit by consolestocinema

Cosplay video: “You are the slayer…” Buffy and Giles cosplay by RolePlayRiot

[Reviews & Recaps]

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Podcast video: S5E09: Listening to Fear by One Girl in All the World

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Podcast video: Sea monsters on the swim team! by All Bronze, No Brains

Podcast video: Buffy and Angel get POSSESSED! ['I Only Have Eyes For You'] by All Bronze, No Brains

Podcast video: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season Five, Episode Five: No Place Like Home by Slayed! The Buffyverse Revisited Podcast

Podcast video: Buffy S04E03 "The Harsh Light of Day" Spoiler Review by LGRN - Entertainment

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Podcast: End of Days S7 E21 (Buffy and the Art of Story Podcast) by Lisa M. Lilly

Podcast: Episode 223 - Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1997-2001) by Your Inner Child Is An Idiot

Podcast: Ep 8 Buffy the Vampire Slayer by My Generation Gap

Podcast: Buffy S3 at 25: Bad Girls (Shortened Version) by Slayerfest 98

Podcast: Slayer Talk 73: Where the Wild Things Are by Massive Late Fee

[Search and Recs]

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Fic search: Does anyone have any good btvs fic recs about when she's in the mental hospital/afterwards? by zevuffie

[Fandom Discussions]

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Kennedy is already over 18 by badwolfwho1 and coraniaid

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B I S E X U A L L I G H T I N G

Just a reminder that Val is, in fact, bi.

Cyberpunk R E D

Val, not a V, but related to one.

A couple of shots from the archive of Val, just to remind y'all that I haven't forgotten about my Cyberpunk blorbos as I relentlessly consume Starfield content and give due praise to our lord and saviour, Todd Howard.

I'm still taking shots in Cyberpunk, including reworking the coveted 🌶 post. Val's changed the colour of her piercings, and she's had Vik take a look at her hand cyberware, but otherwise she hasn't changed much. I'll show some of her tomorrow.

And lo, Saint Todd said 'it just works', and the Creation Engine did, and all was good.

Bethesda 20: 06-23

[bearlytolerant]

Fandom: Starfield

Rating: G

Pairing: Sam Coe x Spacefarer

Word Count: 239

loop

It was supposed to be grand!

Stellar!

An adventure and experience you never had before!

At least the last bit had proved to be true.

But now you stand amidst your friends—not friends? The elation and high wearing off as some marvel and some doubt.

All seeing starborn and not you.

Your eyes meet Sam’s, one’s you’ve lost yourself in a million times before, and he is suspicious while holding the hand of your reflection. This version of you is happier and softer. Years of togetherness etched in the laughter lines reminds you of what you chose. They are what you can now, never be again.

Breath hitching in your throat, you turn right back around, pushing through that Lodge door, regret a stone in your belly.

The artifacts are yours.

Step through the unity again.

—

Oh, it’s getting old. Redundant. Laborious.

The endless cycle of exiting and entering or is it entering and exiting? You’ve lost track. All you care about is finding Sam. Your Sam. The one you spent too few years with, trading time with him for this cycle of monotony.

Gun loaded, you point the trigger. Mercenaries. Yourself. Andreja. Cora.

The last one makes you numb.

You tried to find Sam. Even one that wasn’t yours but a you had already married him. Already loved him and they could not make room for Not You.

No love for a starborn.

So you move on.

Hunter vs Emissary vs Arbiter.

Another cycle.

Another artifact.

Another.

Anothe—

A—

[therealgchu]

OC Intro

thanks, @silurisanguine. c'mon coemancers, let me see your intros.

Fandom: starfield

Role: spacefarer

BASICS

Full Name: at the beginning of the fic, Myeong-Hwa Kim. her real name is Hwa-Young Kim.

Nickname(s): Hwa

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: mostly straight?

Occupation and Titles:  top cyber-runner for seokguh syndicate, miner, constellation member

Birthday & Age:  27. she doesn't know when she was born, just the general year.

Physical description: 4'10" and slender, but unusually strong. grew up on neon, and has unusually dense bones and muscles even beyond someone growing up on a high G world.

Clothing style: whatever's practical. she prefers tank tops and baggy pants. boots. whatever gives her the most freedom of movement.

BACKGROUND

she grew up in ebbside on neon. she had a brother, two years her senior, and her mother. her mother was an aurora junkie, and sold the kids to the seokguh syndicate when hwa was 7. they never saw their mother again. her older brother died in a gang turf war when she was 10. she took his place as a lookout. she killed her first person when she was 10 while being a lookout by nearly slicing a guard's head off. she had always been good at lock picking and hacking, and the syndicate moved her into special operations when she was 12. she was trained in cyber-running, paramilitary combat, and special unit tactics. she was about to be promoted to an underboss when she snuck out of the syndicate at 27, which is where our story begins.

COMBAT & SKILLS

Preferred fighting style: she's a sniper, and martial artist, having been trained in both since she was 12.

Favorite weapon(s): her hard target sniper rifle

Special skills: she can hack into anything.

RELATIONSHIPS

Family: none

Love interest: sam coe

Best friends: she doesn't have any "friends". she thinks barrett is funny, and doesn't mind him around because he does most of the talking so she doesn't have to.

PERSONALITY

Positive traits: exceptionally intelligent. survivor. objective to a fault

Negative traits: objective to a fault. her morality is rather shaky because of this. she doesn't understand most people.

Likes: sam. any ocean shore that's not stormy. reading. cora.

Dislikes: the syndicate, neon, ryujin, corporations, spiders (fuck those goddamned 7-legged octopus things).

Fears: the syndicate finding her. spiders. fuck spiders.

Guilty Pleasure: she's hoping she can have some in the future

Hobbies: reading. otherwise, she's never had the time or opportunity to develop any other hobbies.

[vollerey]

REVAMPED INTRO - 09/17/2023

name(s): kazz, vol, anti, or any nicknames moots come up with pls give me nicknames i love them

pronouns: they/them or any !!

age range: mostly anyone. ill only post sfw so anyone can int!!!!

interests: bungou stray dogs, persona 5, music, chainsaw man, hatsune miku, vocaloids, gloomy bear, wind chimes, death note, bluey, cartoons :D, my limited edition hot topic my melody funko pop, fnafff!!, redacted asmr, minecraft, starfield, history, nikolai gogol books, kirby, gba, STARSSS!!!!!, and umm…. tech :p

music taste: tv girl, juju, bring me the horizon, hemlocke spring, odetari, v flower, fifty fifty, (g)i-dle, sir mix-a-lot, mitski, blackpink, ado, adele, bo en, GHOST, laufey >>>>, newjeans, lana del rey, baby mental, kikou, & men i trust

instruments i play: bells and electric guitar! :°D

genres i enjoy: fiction + mystery yada yada… yeah idk

thank uuuuu </3

[ky0uka]

Starfield default keybinding for grenade is G and lo, wouldn't you know, my screenshot keybinding also contains G. A woman has died for my vanity and I'm here holding up the murder weapon like I caught it from a pond in animal crossing

[meowlentine]

#fanart #space #starfieldfanart #myart #cosmicballet

Me on every low-g world in #Starfield:

[larevuegeek]

Nouveau Driver Nvidia 537.13 : Optimisé pour Starfield et ICARUS et DLSS 3.5 pour Cyberunk 2077

Nvidia continue d'innover dans l'écosystème du gaming avec la sortie de son tout dernier driver, le Game Ready 537.13. Annoncé le 22 août 2023 par Andrew Burnes, ce pilote arrive juste à temps pour les gamers impatients de découvrir Starfield et l'extension New Frontiers du jeu ICARUS.

Nouveau Driver Nvidia 537.13 : Optimisé pour Starfield et ICARUS et DLSS 3.5 pour Cyberunk 2077 - LaRevueGeek.com

[jenroses]

A lot of it can! I built a stupidly overpowered computer given that the game I played the most in the first month or two was Sid Meier's Alpha Centauri from 1999. Windows 11 actually does better with SMAC than Windows 10 did, it's only crashed once! I can also run Creative Suite CS2 which I OWN on this system. Photoshop from 2004 doesn't quite know what to do with multithreading but it's actually still really fast and the 64 gigs of RAM doesn't hurt. At the moment I have NMS running in the background while I have a gadzillion firefox tabs open and I could easily watch a video like this and be fine. One of the upsides of holding on to old software is that where it can take advantage of the new hardware, it really does run very well and you get actually uplift. The issue is that a lot of people lost the thread of Intel's naming scheme and haven't upgraded their computer or they bought something with stupidly little RAM (16g is probably okay but 32 g is what most gamers will be happier with and I bought a little word processing toaster of a netbook in 2020-ish or 2021 which had FOUR gigs of RAM but there was a huge tech shortage at the time and it can do what i needed it to do (run Scrivener) just fine. It cannot handle a lot of tabs open and still do, you know, the operating system. 8 gigs is Sluggish because of Windows bloat.

And yes, I have a fervent desire for two things in programming:

That programmers optimize their programs to run on a wide variety of systems with reasonable speeds

That programmers enable their programs to use things like multithreading and large amounts of available RAM *if there is excess capacity readily available* to speed necessary functions that take significant time. Like, oh, loading screens and transitions shouldn't take much time at all on my system but the cpu is sitting there at like 4% utilization while the framerate drops to 30fps on a LOADING screen because they just had to animate a gadzillion star systems through the gpu alone (looking at you NMS.)

What I mean by that is that, for example, in the gaming sector, there are a lot of companies who are like "How much eye candy can we stuff in here to meet our arbitrary (stupidly low) framerate goal" and most of the "eye candy" is stuff most observers wouldn't know or recognize from a hole in the ground. Yes, I'm talking about Starfield. I didn't understand why they'd accept a framerate of 30fps on console until I discovered they'd artificially locked both Skyrim and Fallout 4 ON THE PC to like 30 or 40 fps. And then tied the physics to framerate, completely unnecessarily (as in you can change this behavior with like two or three ini edits.) Then there's games like Baldur's Gate which was done thoughtfully and can run on a huge range of hardware. I had to return one Civilization game because they hadn't accounted for an aging fanbase and high resolution monitors and I flat out couldn't read the tiny text to play the game.

But yeah, we have this neverending leapfrogging bloat that goes on, where users try to upgrade to get things to work better and companies decide to fill in the new overhead with data mining background tasks and "user experience optimizations" that are a ridiculous rat race that in no way enhances the user experience.

Anyway, I'm not opposed to upgrades but like, do them sensibly and if you can, learn to build your own stuff so that you aren't beholden to the anticonsumer tactics most major computer system integrators (dell, etc.) use to get as much of your money as possible while giving you the least in exchange.

we should globally ban the introduction of more powerful computer hardware for 10-20 years, not as an AI safety thing (though we could frame it as that), but to force programmers to optimize their shit better