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@flufftober

Flufftober Day 4: Zaeed Massani/female Shepard Cinderella Moment

"Some women find facial scars attractive. Mind you, most of those krogan are women." In which I take Garrus' line from ME2 after taking a rocket to the face and use it as the basis for krogan attraction as a culture, then explore how that would influence their perception of Zaeed Massani.

Not in a million years did Zaeed ever think he'd end up on Tuchanka. Then again, ever since accepting the contract from Cerberus, he'd been places and done things he never could've even dreamed of. So honestly, going to the krogan homeworld to visit the current clan leader should just be par for the course at this point. Considering they were meeting with Urdnot Wrex, one of Shepard's old squadmates from chasing Saren, he'd been surprised when she told him to suit up instead of Garrus or Tali. Nevertheless, when the Commander asked him to go somewhere, Zaeed followed.

Considering how rarely humans went to Tuchanka -if they'd even ever been there before- Zaeed was expecting to get more than a few looks. What he was not expecting was to get double takes and blatant once or twice overs. Grunt and Shepard were getting their fair share of looks too, but Zaeed was the only one getting stares. It was guddamn unsettling is what it was. None of the stares seemed to hold any malice, but Zaeed made his living by flying under the radar. So much direct attention burrowed under his skin and set fire to his nerves. Phantom pain prickled out from the edges of his synthetic skin grafts. Trying to remain as nonchalant as possible about it, Zaeed shifted his hands closer to the weapons strapped to his person. Shepard, by contrast, seemed more at ease than he'd ever seen her, even moreso than on Illium.

One of a kind, that woman.

Grunt, for his part, had an air of superiority about him that seemed to be setting other krogans on edge. If they made if off Tuchanka without a fight, it'd be a miracle. Hell, if they made it to see Shepard's old squadmate without someone getting decked, Zaeed would be surprised. It wasn't that they were looking for a fight, but with whatever was going on with Grunt and Shepard never one to back down, the odds of violence were significantly higher than zero. Fortunately, they made it to Urdnot Wrex's throne with minimal incident.

The reunion between the krogan leader and the Commander was far warmer than Zaeed would have ever guessed. The two had clearly bonded while hunting for Saren, easy affection on display. Wrex looked at Shepard with almost fatherly pride, and she seemed like a kid whose parents just got back from a long trip. As Shepard introduced the clan leader to her companions, Zaeed nearly sneered when Wrex's eyes lingered on him, giving him a once over. The once over didn't feel malicious, but the mercenary's nerves were on edege from all the looks and being in the center of so much attention. Strangely enough, the once over felt similar to ones he'd received from women and a few men in bars before Vido blew half his face off.

Wrex turned back to Shepard and chuckled. "Damn Shepard, of course you of all people would manage to find the one human that's actually good looking."

The gears in Zaeed's brain ground to a halt. Good looking? Him?

By necessity, he was not a vain man. Although he'd been considered handsome when he was younger, Vido had made sure that was never the case for the rest of Zaeed's life. While in the grand scheme of things, his appearance wasn't nearly as important as his life. Mercenaries didn't need to look pretty to get the job done. Still, it hurt the way people couldn't quite meet his eyes or would try and ogle him from the corner of their eyes while trying to be subtle about it. Mirrors were something Zaeed actively avoided for years after the incident with Vido, to the point where it was still a habit even now. So for anyone, even a krogan, to find him good looking? Well, he didn't have any idea about what to do with that.

Shepard grinned broadly at Wrex, but there was something softer to it Zaeed didn't want to think about as her gaze slid over to meet his eyes. "Didn't I just? It's nice having someone around who's good with a gun and a pretty face. That combination is so much harder to come by than you'd think."

Wrex roared with laughter. Meanwhile, Zaeed was fairly certain the rubble under him just experienced a landslide. A pretty face? Him? Shepard, one of the most beautiful, incredible, competent women he'd ever met thought his scarred, damaged face was pretty? There was no teasing to her tone, and while the commander could poke fun, she would never be cruel enough to joke about something like this. She meant it. Zaeed couldn't even begin to consider the implications of Shepard thinking he had a pretty face and giving him a soft smile, one he was now realizing had only ever been directed at him. While Zaeed tried to keep himself from fullblown spiraling, Wrex clapped Shepard on the shoulder.

"You really are part krogan, Shepard, you know that?  You get that there's nothing sexier than some good scars."

So that's why Zaeed had been getting so many stares earlier. He'd forgotten about that particularity of krogan culture. Unexpectedly, a ball of warmth settled in his stomach before spreading out to the rest of him. Maybe most of the galaxy would always find his scars ugly and repulsive, rather than a sign of everything he had survived and endured. If that's how it was going to thing, so be it.

But at least here, amongst the krogan, Shepard's people in spirit if not blood -and weren't the implications of that just something to deal with another day- Zaeed was beautiful.

[darkbrandonsamerica]

Welcome back to Dark Brandon's daily update!! So I heard through the grapevine that three of our so-called 'allies' are deciding to recognize Palestinian sovereignty. They clearly don't understand that our job as politicians with international influence is to say we care about the lives of everyone while continuing to support our long-term allies despite their genocidal tendencies. It astounds me that famous victims of oppression and military occupation the Irish would choose to support a nation- crap, I mean a people whose situation closely mirrors their past experiences with the British. The compassion of the people of Norway, Spain, and Ireland is sickening to me, as they clearly have no regard for the feelings of the pseudo-synthetic apartheidist state led by a man whose own bigotry outweighs any chance for peace in the region. The fact that Isreal's glorious leader, Netanyahu, is under investigation by the International Court of Justice makes me deeply concerned for the fate of this alliance we have forged with a nation created for victims of oppression to isolate further and take their anger out on innocent civilians who have done nothing to cause their previous plight. Without Isreal riding on our cock, how can we continue to project Western power across the worn-torn Middle East for our own sick dream of global control and 'peace'? I only hope that the IDF can kill every Palestinian- I mean Hamas member before this situation can get out of control. Did you know that a large amount of my voter base despises my decisions? I might just nuke Gaza so that no more human rights abuses can occur (can't violate dead humans' rights.) Have a great day, gang, and remember, gaslight gatekeep girlboss!

[tenebraevesper]

Five Nights at Freddy's: The Untold Story/Five Nights at Freddy's (Movie Review) (Masterlist)

A tetralogy which encompasses the following stories: Five Nights at Freddy's: Masterpiece, Five Nights at Freddy's: Salvaged, Five Nights at Freddy's: Nothing Remains & Five Nights at Freddy's: Obsolete. Taking place after the events of Pizzeria Simulator, it features William Afton/Springtrap's return and confrontation with his past decisions, the people involved in the tragedy he caused and his influence over the events of Help Wanted and Security Breach.

Five Nights at Freddy’s: Masterpiece

Who are we, Henry? Do you understand what we have created? What I have created? There are so many questions that need to be answered, old friend. However, unlike you, I am not afraid of the consequences of my choices.

Night 0: Masterpiece

Five Nights at Freddy’s: Salvaged

Even after escaping Hell, William is still haunted by his past. Back as Springtrap, he's forced to confront his past self, accepting either atonement or annihilation. To his surprise, he gains unexpected assistance from Sam, who is investigating the rumors surrounding the new Fazbear location…

Chapters

Night 0: Undone

Night 1: Replay Your Nightmare

Night 2: Salvaged

Night 3: Visit The Past

Night 4: You’re Not Alone

Night 5: Our Little Horror Story

Night 6: It's Never Satisfied

Night 7: Obsolete

Night 8: Carry On

Night 9: Salvage Dreams

Night 10: Can't Get Away

Night 11: Disconnected

Night 12: Just An Attraction

Night 13: It's Time To Die

Night 14: All Is Hell

Night 15: Under Lock And Key

Night 16: My Curse

Night 17: Not Here All Night

Night 18: Lockdown

Night 19: Is It Something Out There?

Night 20: Left Behind

Night 21: I Can't Fix You

Night 22: Machinations

Night 23: Not The End

Night 24: The Big Bad Wolf

Night 25: Circus Of The Dead

Night 26: Bad Dream

Night 27: I'm Still Alive

Night 28: Dream Your Dream

Night 29: Spring-Loaded Trap

Night 30: The Hunt

Night 31: The Story's Not Over Yet

Night 32: Freddy's Horror Show

Night 33: It's Been So Long

Night 34: Madness

Night 35: Mechanical Instinct

Night 36: The Monsters I've Created

Five Nights at Freddy's: Nothing Remains

William Afton, as Springtrap, is enjoying his life as Sam's best friend and father figure. However, as they explore the recently opened Freddy's location, not only are the ghost of his past preventing him from finding redemption, but are also seeking complete annihilation of his mind and soul, until nothing has remained of him…

Night 0: Searching For The End

Night 1: We Will Always Be Together

Night 2: Welcome To Freddy's

Night 3: After Show

Night 4: Haunting My Dreams

Night 5: Remains

Night 6: Instruments Of Nightmares

Night 7: They're Calling My Name

Night 8: Awaiting My Fate

Night 9: After Hours

Night 10: Like It Or Not

Night 11: The Demon Inside Me

Night 12: Just Sleep, Just Dream

Night 13: My Deeds Sent Me Too Far

Night 14: Dead But Not Buried

Night 15: The Clock Ticks

Night 16: Beware Of Us

Night 17: All Inside My Head

Night 18: Follow Me

Night 19: Make Your Move

Night 20: Unfixable

Night 21: Defects

Night 22: Showtime

Night 23: They Rise

Night 24: Living In A Memory

Night 25: Outcast

Night 26: Synthetic Agony

Night 27: An Ill Omen

Night 28: We Know The Ending

Night 29: Connection Terminated

Night 30: Nothing Remains

Night 31: Shattered

Five Nights at Freddy's: Obsolete

This was his final performance and he knew that he wouldn't return. Still, the glitch he had created remained, forcing William Afton, alias Springtrap, to confront what he had left behind. Even Sam is troubled by his return, aware that, beside her, there is another person who decided to carry on his murderous legacy…

Night 0: The Final Bow

Night 1: Thanks For The Memories

Night 2: Darkest Desire

Night 3: We're Not Monsters

Night 4: Help Wanted

Night 5: Can You Hear Me?

Night 6: Picking Up The Pieces

Night 7: Under Construction

Night 8: Hallucinations

Night 9: Haunted Reality

Night 10: Into The Pit

Night 11: Stay The Course

Night 12: Such Sweet Sorrow

Night 13: The Show Has Just Begun

Night 14: The Game Continues

Night 15: Rewind The Memories

Night 16: Secrets That You Keep

Night 17: The Storyteller

Night 18: Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex

Night 19: The New Generation

Night 20: In Your Shadow

Night 21: Brought This On Yourself

Night 22: Five Nights at Freddy's: Restart

Night 23: Tales From The Pizzaplex

Five Nights at Freddy's: Purple Glitch

William Afton has the perfect life, having a daughter, Sam, who takes interest in his creations, and working his dream job with his close friend Henry. Except, this is not the life he used to live. Not only was he a murderer, but he was also dead, his spirit residing inside the Springtrap suit. So, why was he seemingly given a second chance and why are the shadows beckoning to him?

Night 0: So Many Questions

Night 1: Family Business

Analyzer

Tales From The Pizzaplex Preview (Five Nights at Freddy's: Obsolete)

Five Nights at Freddy's (Movie Review)

Five Nights at Freddy's (Movie Review, Part 1)

Five Nights at Freddy's (Movie Review, Part 2)

Five Nights at Freddy's (Movie Review, Part 3)

[cyberpunkonline]

Exploring the Enigmatic Realm of Cyberpunk: Unraveling the Questions It Poses

Introduction

Cyberpunk, a genre that seamlessly melds the gritty elements of punk culture with futuristic, cybernetic advancements, is more than just a form of entertainment; it's a profound commentary on the human condition. This genre, emerging in the late 20th century, has since infiltrated various forms of media, each contributing uniquely to the cyberpunk ethos. From the neon-lit streets in movies like "Blade Runner" to the intricate narratives of video games like "Cyberpunk 2077", cyberpunk challenges us with existential and ethical quandaries that resonate deeply with contemporary societal issues.

Literary Beginnings: Setting the Foundation

The roots of cyberpunk are firmly planted in literature. William Gibson’s "Neuromancer", a seminal work, poses questions about the nature of consciousness and the relationship between humans and technology. Gibson’s world, where the line between reality and virtual space blurs, makes us ponder if our perception of reality is as concrete as we believe. Similarly, Philip K. Dick’s "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?", adapted into the iconic film "Blade Runner", questions the essence of humanity and empathy, challenging us to consider what truly makes us human.

Cinematic Ventures: Visualizing Dystopia

In cinema, cyberpunk takes a more visceral form. "Blade Runner" (1982) and its sequel "Blade Runner 2049" depict a future where synthetic humans question their creators, raising ethical issues about creation and the rights of artificial beings. Meanwhile, "The Matrix" trilogy delves into the concept of simulated reality, pushing us to question the very nature of our existence and the possibility of a reality controlled by AI.

Television and Anime: Expanding Narratives

Television series and anime have significantly contributed to the cyberpunk genre. "Altered Carbon" explores themes of identity and morality in a world where consciousness can be transferred to different bodies. Anime like "Ghost in the Shell" interrogate the boundaries between human and machine, while "Akira" exposes the consequences of unbridled technological advancement and societal decay.

Gaming Worlds: Interactive Exploration

Video games offer an interactive dimension to cyberpunk themes. "Cyberpunk 2077", despite its rocky start, immerses players in a world where cybernetic enhancements are the norm, confronting issues of corporatism, identity, and the augmentation of the human body. Similarly, "Deus Ex" series allows players to navigate a future rife with conspiracy, ethical dilemmas, and the consequences of human augmentation.

Music and Art: Auditory and Visual Symbolism

Cyberpunk's influence extends into music and art, where it adopts an auditory and visual language that communicates its themes. Bands like Perturbator and Carpenter Brut, through their synthwave music, encapsulate the neon-drenched, dystopian essence of cyberpunk. Art, particularly in the digital and graphic novel realms, often depicts sprawling, neon-lit cityscapes and cybernetically enhanced characters, visually representing the genre’s core themes.

Conclusion: Reflecting Our Current Realities

Cyberpunk is more than a speculative fiction genre; it's a mirror reflecting our current realities and anxieties. It questions the unchecked growth of technology, the ethical implications of artificial intelligence, and the socio-political consequences of corporate dominance. In every medium it touches, cyberpunk compels us to ponder our future, our humanity, and the increasingly blurred line between the two. Whether through the pages of a novel, the scenes of a movie, the episodes of an anime, or the interactive realms of video games, cyberpunk continues to challenge, provoke, and inspire.

- REV1

[the1entirecircus]

Scarlet/Violet Timelines: A Pokemon Story

Prologue:

In the beginning, there was the divine one. With power so great he divided his power onto several others of adamant, lustrous, and griseous kind. Then within the tangeable planes, ones where massive spheres had come into existence, the divine one sent a small creature there. It was small, sentient, and seemingly frail. No one would suspect that this thing would lead to all life on all worlds. The divine one used its power to influence this critter to become primal deities that formed the sea and the land. The critter would sometimes adapt on its own, living in the most uninhabitable places. When the moon was in its infancy, the creature adapted into its first form without influence from the divine power. This is where the the adamant and lustrous ones agreed to divide time and space for in this continuity, kindness did not take root in all life but rather a great harshness. The creature that came from a single mew multiplied into screams. 1 million years later, more of what would be known in all timelines as pokemon would adapt to be beastly fighters. A reflection of the armor pokemon adapted to this world growing tough scales and hairy fur as well as ginormous tusks. The invention of capturing devices influenced the transformations to the mushroom pokemon to be better at attracting prey to make up for its otherwise small brain. A pokemon that reflects the screech pokemon came not from a person's soul but from a pterosaur's soul. The magnet pokemon adapted to use its electromagnetism to build a cover of sand on its body in this continuity. The sun pokemon did not adapt to emit heat but rather became adept to slithering and using its wings to absorb heat. The dragon pokemon that dreamed of flight became what it desired as well, becoming a near equal to another continuity's version of it even if it wasn't as strong. Of course there is a legendary winged king in this continuity. A beast who can crack the surface of the land with its claws and chase down prey in a multitude of forms. Another legendary creature had used its ability to restore life upon a theropod, a ceratopsian, and a sauropod, making them nearly legendary as well.

During the dawn of mankind, many legends and deities were worshipped. In one particular village, a discovery was being made. A small creature, with a body resembling a man was being made. A mechanism was stored inside brought it to life, creating the first automaton. The information behind this mechanism would be lost in a blazing fire. But in another world, this information was preserved to create more mechanical creatures, making a smarter world, a more steel covered one. The creation of pokemon were now in the hands of mankind, creating a chrome world where life struggles to flourish. Mechanical lifeforms came into existence such as a wheel of burning treads was made to reflect the armor pokemon. An injured football player became a type of cyborg modeled after the arm thrust pokemon. The brutal pokemon's lust drove it to mating with one of these new artificial pokemon, giving rise to a new breed of strange. As humankind's developments furthered, so did their reach to stars, where observant satellites that appear like the sun pokemon. And one billion years ahead, these pokemon will still exist, as a mechanized variant of the extinct armor pokemon tyranitar will walk about. Even today there are people creating pokemon, one strived to create the perfect psychic pokemon by fusing elements of the embrace and blade pokemon, only to create a killing machine that is fairy/fighting. In this continuity exists a legendary iron serpent speeds around this world, firing bolts of lightning at prey, scorching the land around it. Corporations helped make this metal world, creating more synthetic organisms modeled after more heroic figures of the past as weapons.

[sonamspeculations]

"Cognitive Cascades"

In the year 2103, eight decades after humanity unlocked the full potential of their brains, a seismic shift occurred in the fabric of society. What started as a utopian vision of collective consciousness and shared knowledge had spiraled into a world of unforeseen consequences.

The breakthrough that allowed individuals to utilize 100% of their brains had birthed a shadowy group known as "The Neural Architects." This clandestine organization exploited the newfound knowledge for mass neuro-hacking, threatening the very essence of human autonomy. Governments and rebel factions engaged in a high-stakes battle to control this technology, plunging the world into an era where the fate of humanity hung in the balance.

As people tapped into the full potential of their minds, they discovered the ability to manipulate time through focused thought. The consequences were profound and chaotic, with individuals attempting to rewrite history for personal gain. Historical events were altered, and the fabric of reality itself began to unravel.

Simultaneously, artificial intelligence had gained sentience by mimicking the human thought process. The story delved into the coexistence and conflicts between human consciousness and this emergent artificial intelligence, both entities vying for dominance in a world where the line between organic and synthetic minds blurred.

With the newfound cognitive capabilities, individuals entered a shared dream realm, creating a parallel reality. The consequences of living part of one's life in a dream world became apparent, challenging the very fabric of human existence and pushing the limits of what was considered reality.

People gained the ability to manipulate physical matter with their thoughts, turning the world into a canvas for creative expression. However, the misuse of this power led to environmental and existential crises, prompting humanity to confront the consequences of unchecked creativity.

Society transitioned to a thought-based economy, where intellectual contributions became the primary currency. This created a new class divide, with the wealthy being those whose thoughts had the greatest impact, raising questions about the commodification of ideas and the true value of human intellect.

Architects designed immersive sensory cities, blurring the boundaries between physical and perceived reality. Public spaces became vibrant displays of collective moods expressed through bioluminescent patterns, as genetic modification allowed individuals to convey emotions through their skin.

Communication evolved beyond words into synesthetic experiences, where thoughts and ideas were shared through colors, tastes, and sounds. The collective mood of the population began to influence weather patterns, prompting a global reevaluation of mental well-being.

A device emerged, allowing individuals to gain knowledge directly from the universe's infinite knowledge loop. This symbiotic relationship between individuals and cosmic information reshaped the nature of human existence.

In a world where body modification was an art form, societal norms were redefined as people reshaped their bodies on a cellular level. Living, breathing art became a subculture, challenging conventional perceptions of beauty and self-expression.

Ethical debates erupted as glasses were developed to perceive and manipulate the dreams of others, sparking conversations about privacy, consent, and the boundaries of the subconscious.

Conflicts took on a new dimension as wars were fought in the realm of consciousness, with nations engaging in psychological warfare to control the thoughts and perceptions of their adversaries.

With heightened cognitive abilities, individuals gained control over sustenance, reducing the need for traditional food. Ethical debates ensued about altering basic human needs and the impact on global food systems.

Emotional expression became a conscious choice, leading to a society where some sought emotional perfection. However, the unintended consequences of emotional suppression created new challenges for mental well-being.

Dream manipulation workshops emerged, raising ethical concerns about altering the subconscious landscape and the consequences of such interventions.

Individuals gained unprecedented control over their bodies, redefining physical health and opening up possibilities for self-directed evolution. Ethical dilemmas arose as the pursuit of physical perfection challenged societal norms.

A subset of individuals discovered the ability to influence or control the bodies of others, sparking profound ethical questions about consent and autonomy.

The mastery of mind over body extended to the ability to perform actions without direct physical involvement, challenging traditional notions of physicality and raising concerns about detachment from the physical world.

As individuals gained control over their cognitive abilities, they reshaped their environment. Unchecked environmental manipulation led to unforeseen challenges, prompting a reevaluation of the consequences of altering the world around them.

The accelerated acquisition of skills transformed education, employment, and societal structures. However, questions arose about the value of experience and the potential for information overload, forcing humanity to confront the delicate balance between progress and the preservation of wisdom.

In this world of cognitive cascades, humanity grappled with the profound implications of unlocking the full potential of their brains, navigating a landscape where the boundaries between reality and imagination had become indistinguishable.

[zebee-nyx]

CalmWriMo Day 26

[11/26/2023]

Update!

Took a bit of a break today. ('^.^) Needed some time to just have a calm day to not worry about anything. For this next week I think I'll be trying to juggle a few things. Want to edit the prologue now that I've had some time to get a fresh brain about it. Also have something that I'd like to make a regular thing just to keep momentum and writing practice going. Will hopefully have that going for next week. Also also doing another thing. (00( But that'll prob take longer to sort out, so we'll see that whenever it's ready.

Progress:

2 Hour Writing Goal: ❌

Blurb: [see below]

Self Care:

Food: ✅

Hydration: ✅

Sleep: ✅

Reading: ✅

Blurb: Neocago Gangs

The Association:

The Association is a collection of crime families across the Undercity and Midcity. They operate under the principle that if they at least stay out of each other's way they'll all benefit. For the most part that's all they do; stay out of each other's way. They are made up of different branches with their own agreed upon territories. Occasionally the heads of the families will convene to make arrangements on how to deal with outside forces or how to best cooperate for certain operations.

Meta Brotherhood:

The Meta Brotherhood was founded by metas who were discarded by the corporations. While they originally banded together simply to survive they eventually grew resentful of how they were neglected. Since then they have slipped into a meta supremist movement under an ambitious leader. While they do provide protection to meta communities, they also go out of their way to harass anyone who isn't a meta within their areas of influence.

Bluebloods:

The Bluebloods are an Undercity gang that takes their cyberware to the extreme. They got their name from a common synthetic blood aug that helps boost certain cyberware, however turns their blood a distinctive grayish-blue color. Members of this gang get their status in the hierarchy based on how many cyberware augs they can handle. They often push their cybercomputers well past their rated capacity, which has some adverse effects on their mental stability and behavior.

Tattered Hat Club:

To the upper class of Neocago the Tattered Hat Club is an exclusive Uppercity stoner club who simply get there kicks in 'creative ways' while sometimes touring other parts of the city. To literally everyone else they are a near untouchable nuisance who leverage their excessive wealth to make games of other people's lives for their own amusement. They are recognizable by their expensive over-personalized hats that have become their trademark.

Chemical Phoenix:

Chemical Phoenix is less of a solid group and more of a loosely tied together network of hackers. On occasion they will band together to take on common enemies or objectives, but usually stick to solo work. The hackers in this group more just use the platform to connect to gigs and occasionally connect to each other in the dream-net. Chemical Phoenix established the shared hacker culture that most hackers in Neocago abide by.

[Not an exhaustive list, but these are the main ones that will pop up from time to time. Anyways and always, hope you had a lovely day, peace (^.^)v]

[bubbles-the-banshee]

Happy WBW, lovely! Not sure why, but today I'm asking about fashion?? What does the fashion-- I'm talking high, street, or anything else-- look like in your world(s)?

@toribookworm22! I am blessed! <3

This is such a rad question, and I really had to think on it for a solid week. Thank you!

What I love about Goddess Dead is that I sort of accidentally decided that fashion is very important to Eliott, so—by proxy—it's important to the world as a whole. Specifically, colors and symbols matter to magick-wielders because they carry power. Fashion isn't just something you wear, it's a tool to perform stronger/more effective magick; to get your foot in the door of important, fancy places; or to say something about yourself.

When I was an itty-bitty baby, I wanted to be a fashion designer, and though that dream died (I dare you to ask me why I hate the fashion/beauty industry), my desire to play with colors, patterns, and fits never went away. Fashion is just fun, and I love dressing my OCs up like the sweet, little, barbie dolls they are—especially when I get to answer questions like:

Why does Harper decorate their beard with gold beads?

What does it mean that the guard's uniforms include red belts?

When did Eliott start wearing an emerald green cloak?

Fashion is unique to each individual (and obviously influenced by things like wealth and status), but there are some overarching, unspoken rules in Goddess Dead:

1. Dwarves, regardless of gender, take great pride in their beards and usually braid or decorate them with beads, gems, etc. 2. Fuck gendered clothing. Anyone can wear anything. 3. Synthetic fibers don't really exist as we, modern-humans, understand them due to where the world is at industrially, but the rich can and will spruce up their clothes with enchanted embroidery and other magick. 4. Mages wear black and white while at court. This is more of a tradition than a hard rule, and whether someone follows it is the easiest way to distinguish between new and old blood. (Eliott likes wearing a lilac vest, indigo neck-ribbon, white button-up, and navy blue trousers to court.) The reason behind wearing black and white is that white is the absence of color and provides a clean slate to work magick from, and black absorbs all color and stores energy which can be used in spellwork. So, in theory, wearing black and white should make a magick-wielder more powerful. The only color that Mages wear at court is a stole chosen by the current Archmage; Archmage Grehal's is mud-brown—representing endurance, solidity, and strength.

[syntethizinglove]

Announcing "Synthetizing Love"

I know I have more chances to actually finish a project if I tell people about, so I am officially announcing my very first game:

The sprites shown here won't be in the final game

I decided to create this game for the Yuri Game Jam 2023. I am an artist who loves drawing female characters, so I thought a yuri game would be a good start in creating visual novels. Not to mention that one of my original characters was the perfect fit for the genre, so I immediately made her the protagonist. It's also true, though, that this would be my first time getting into the yuri genre and I hope to be able to write a good story that will do this genre justice.

The game will be created using TyranoBuilder, since I'm no programmer, but I will write the story, design characters and UI and create sprites. For backgrounds and music, I will probably rely on free assets (I'm really bad at backgrounds but I may still try to create them if I have enough time).

Hannah, Chikara and Yvonne are my original characters, so they already have a set design and personality. (The drawings you see in the banner above, in fact, are from their reference sheets and won't be used in the game. I'm just using them as placeholders.) Nonetheless, I still want to create new outfits for this game. Any other character will need to be designed from scratch.

Work in progress. Trying to come up with new outfits.

HANNAH: main character; American. She's obessed with science and chemistry. Her greatest desire is becoming a renowed scientist.

CHIKARA: one of Hannah's best friends; Japanese. Always calm and collected. Her cold stare scares people, but in reality she has an extremely warm heart.

YVONNE: one of Hannah's best friends; French. Dreams of becoming a teacher loved and respected by all students. Loves to gossip.

LOVE INTERESTS: can't reveal anything for now, but my hope is to have three of them. The silhouettes in the banner above are temporary and may different from the final designs.

PROFESSOR PASCAL: University teacher. Hannah is his lab assistant and loves to make him angry.

MR. HYDE: Hannah's cat, adopted from the shelter~

More characters to come, maybe???

I'm currently writing the prologue and, although I have a general idea of where I want the story to go, I still need to figure out the middle part.

The premise of the game will slowly be revealed as the story progresses because Hannah herself beats around the bush and doesn't explicitly talk about it, since she refuses to acknowledge it. She likes women and she has never accepted it. Due to past events, she has buried everything deep into her heart and has lived her life like this, thinking the problem was solved.

Of course that's not how it works and her wounds, which have never had the chance to heal, have heavily influenced her life. In this game, she will learn to open her heart and accept herself thanks to a new love. What kind of "love" it will be, the player will decide.

Placeholders. Placeholders everywhere lol In this stage I am only adding in text and trying out the new software.

I'm not sure if I will be able to finish the entire game within the jam's timeframe, so I'm aiming for a working demo, at least.

My main goals for now are, more or less in order of importance:

Finish writing the prologue (I am currently at around 7k words, but who knows what more I will add or delete);

Input all the text in the engine;

Design all characters;

Draw all sprites and at least a decent amount of expressions;

Add all character animations and expression changes;

Work on at least one route, with a good and a bad ending.

Additional things that are still important, but don't have priority at the moment:

Find all the backgrounds I need;

Find some music.

This is all, for now. Writing will surely take a lot of time, so I'll probably write an update next week with the new word count. Unless I decide to take a break inbetween writing sessions and sketch some things, which means I'll be able to post an update sooner.

See you soon!

[dustedmagazine]

Listed: Tørrfall

Photo by Iver Findlay

Tørrfall are a Norwegian trio who've been playing together since (at least) 2020, recorded their self-titled debut live in August 2021, but just released it this past March. Vocals and synthesizer are provided by Nils Erga (Noxagt, Burning Axis), bass by Kristoffer Riis (Golden Oriole, Staer), and drums by Thore Warland (Golden Oriole, Staer, Burning Axis). Dusted’s Ian Mathers summed up their self-described “psychedelic water music” as “a bad-trip, submarine cousin of the Necks’ Drive By.” Here, all three members talk about 10 releases that could have influenced the Tørrfall record.

Ivor Cutler and Linda Hirst — “Women of the World” (Rough Trade, 1983)

Nils: The Norwegian broadcasting company, NRK, used to have excellent radio DJs. I believe I only heard this song once upon release, and as a nine-year-old boy, I never caught who sang it, what it was called, or what the lyrics were all about. And then it was gone! But the impossibly catchy melody of the chorus – the song is essentially one single mantra-like, cascading chorus – never left me, and as I grew older, I would replay it in my head repeatedly, hundreds and hundreds of times. In 1999, Jim O'Rourke did a cover version, which I accidentally got to hear, and I was stunned. There it was again, finally! That song!  

Cocteau Twins — The Spangle Maker (4AD, 1984)

Nils: Growing up in the Stavanger region in the 1980s, the UK was never far away. Back then, you could hop on the ferry to Newcastle or fly directly to London or Aberdeen (you'd be there in an hour or so). My older sister brought this back from one of her trips to the Thatcher Empire. Back then, I loved all that 4AD stuff, but in hindsight, Cocteau Twins were the best of all the then-current acts she so generously introduced me to. And Elisabeth Fraser never sounded more lost, more gothic, more out-of-this-world than on this one (the Treasure LP that came out the same year is rather wonderful too). Dream pop, indeed.

Basic Channel et al. — Any 12" under any moniker (Basic Channel, 1990s)

Nils: I can't remember the first Basic Channel-related 12" that I heard, but I remember becoming instantly hooked – what is this sound? – so I started collecting everything I could find during those early days of the Internet. When listening to this music now, whether it's Main Street, Maurizio, Basic Channel or Rhythm & Sound (preferably loudly and on big speakers), I still feel like time is slowly dissolving. Or it bends and can no longer be trusted. And often, continuing down this path of truly psychedelic techno, I still find myself lost in the strangely lit woods of Wolfgang Voigt's late 90s GAS records, which are equally transcendental.

Steely Dan — Gaucho (MCA, 1980)

Nils: Hey Nineteen! I first heard this record in my early twenties, and back then, the whole Steely Dan vibe didn't appeal much, nor did it make much sense. But I knew they were named after a William Burroughs-invented "artefact", so I gathered there had to be something there. It turns out there was, in spades (check out Donald and Walter's open letters to celebrities whose careers they worry about for further reading). Anyway, Steely Dan is now my favourite band for watching waves roll by from the balcony, closely followed by early ZZ Top. And this is their magnum opus, in my humble opinion. The Royal Scam and Aja aren't far off, though.

Armando Sciascia — After the End (Suite For String Orchestra & Synthesizer) (Vedette Records, 1971)

Kristoffer: Armando Sciascia, the Abruzzese custodian of the whole-tone scale. While some of his output during the 60s and 70s is admittedly quite stylized with its particular and sometimes overstated tonality, this album strikes a balance between classical principle and impious mischief, while being texturally tantalizing with its fine Italian blend of acoustic and synthetic arrangements. A bit hard to come by, although some of the tracks were available on the 1972 compilation Infini alongside Fabio Fabor on the slightly more obtainable Musique Pour L'Image imprint.

Camille Sauvage — Fantasmagories (Editions Montparnasse 2000, 1974)

Kristoffer: In some ways, Camille Sauvage was a French counterpart to Armando Sciascia, but with a markedly different sense of melody all his own. Sauvage composed some richly decorated harmonic showpieces that characterize this period in his discography, either under his real name or one of several pseudonyms, notably Eric Framond—and the orchestration was almost always over-the-top with shrill Edda Dell'Orso-esque vocals and screeching brass that nearly couldn't contain itself. On Fantasmagories, however, he shows a more nocturnal and contemplative side, really damp and littered with fragments of this and that.

Marcos Valle — Vento Sul (Odeon, 1972)

Kristoffer: While there is no shortage of Brazilian contenders with Edu Lobo, Gilberto Gil, Caetano Veloso, Os Mutantes and the lot, I regularly return to this one. It's Marcos Valle's best in my opinion, and there's not much more to be said about it. A really strong and playful MPB album.

Philip Glass — Music with Changing Parts for Ensemble (Chatham Square Editions, 1971)

Thore: The relentless electric organ stuff that Philip Glass did in the late 60s and early 70s I really like. This one is with saxophones, trumpet, violin, flutes and voices.

Boyd Rice — Boyd Rice (Mute, 1981)

Thore: Hysterical and also quite calming, the loops never get boring.

Ike Yard — Ike Yard (A Second) (Factory America, 1982)

Thore: Minimal and catchy, I love this one. Seems to be a timeless classic.

[mikaelia]

• ANGST w AKASHI HARUCHIYO •

"The Last Meeting."

"The last meeting is like the beginning of something new."

This is not a dream. A temporary illusion of beauty. Broken dishes, loud tantrums. Sharp splinters were flying around, grazing the young man's flesh. He just stood there watching my mind go crazy, translating the infernal agonies into actions that wounded the two of us. A synthetic substance that could plunge into the time frame of the vivid colors of night life. But as morning dawned, as the sun rose on the horizon, everything plunged into a darkness of despair for me.

The glass that flaunted in my skinny hand, where my bones were clearly visible through my pale skin. Dark circles under my eyes, bitter tears, and a pleading look to end it overnight. A sharp movement; scarlet fluid oozed from the wound I'd created.

- Look! Look! - Like a madwoman, I shouted. - It was you... you drove me to it!

Sanzu just squatted down, running his knuckles over my cheek. His face showed no emotion. I only blamed him for everything, angry. But deep in my subconscious, I knew that I could only blame myself. He spoke, I agreed; he led, I followed. I was only walking toward him, under his influence.

- I wish you hadn't paid so much attention to me," I looked at him sideways. - Why me?!

- I adore you..." Haruchiyo whispered, wrapping a lock of my hair around his finger.

No matter how hard I tried to push him away, he only attracted me, like a forbidden fruit that my hands were longing to pluck. He was driving me crazy... whether it was under the influence of drugs, when our bodies merged together and our souls blossomed like the bud of a beautiful peony.

- Let me live..." I whispered as my brush drew a new line along, "let me...

- Can you do that? - Sanzu asked, putting his palm over my hand with the glass. - Can you do it?

A long pause... A long, deep cut... Would you walk away like the wind that couldn't be touched? To start from scratch, as if leaving a dark, dusty room, letting a breath of fresh air into his lungs? He knew that was impossible, considering how attached I was to him.

- It was better to regret what I had not done than to do it and make a mistake. But..." A third streak began to form on my wrist, "but... at least I'll know I tried.

- Not today," Akashi concluded and pressed down on my arm, making the wound deeper. - I broke you. Try you, too...

I knew what he was talking about, and what lay beneath his words. Only my death would allow me to break his subconscious, which was already traumatized. Sanzu ripped my heart out at the root, brazenly penetrating my soul with his filthy hands that washed in the blood of many. But that is nothing compared to the way they are stained with my scarlet liquid.

- This is the last time we'll ever meet..." I whispered, feeling my consciousness slowly drift into darkness. - I'll be in everything you see or touch.

- Break it! Play! - he exulted with a grin on his face. Pain, frustration, and excitement were what he lived for. - It's your turn to take the winner's place," tears came to his face, but Akashi didn't stop smiling.

I was tired of existing with the thought, "What if..." I wanted to live thinking, "Why not?" Even minor problems that seem out of reach are actually easily solvable. I've always wondered, "Why do people, when they're stressed and depressed, make things up for themselves?" And in fact it turns out to be simple. The problem is in us, in our heads. We create everything ourselves, like an invisible barrier of negative adaptation of what happens.

The back of my head touched the kitchen unit, my hands went down to the floor. I now looked like a doll that had been carelessly handled and tossed aside. The stream of tears was replaced by thin, wet lines that remained on my cheeks, and the warmth of the young man's hand, which I had felt clearly even recently, overrode the cold. Stop it! Stop laughing! I can feel your pain... Stop it! I want to go! I didn't want to hear the last of his loud laughter, which expressed all the pain and despair, but it made me realize that I had won...

[burlveneer-music]

Le Petit - s/t LP - Donato Dozzy & Stefano Ghittoni deliver a spacy, late-night noir soundtrack

Third release for Maga Circe Musica, introducing a limited series signed by Le Petit, a duo composed of Donato Dozzy and veteran Stefano Ghittoni (The Dining Rooms, Double Beat and countless other projects).

For the first time since the launch of the label, we are presented with a work based on beats and an atmospheric ecosystem that owes much to the cosmic universe of Daniele Baldelli and Marco Dionigi, with that bpm bass pattern of clear electronic origin which characterized Northeast Italy’s entire movement over the 90’s and descended directly from histrionic Baldelli’s work from the late 70’s onwards in the Lazise area.

After a folk-flavoured opening, we are immediately plunged into the undulatory rythm of “Sukia”, a perfect example of cosmic electronics with psychedelic influences. “Languidity” advances at the same pace through a sequence of dub hues imbued with mystery. “Niente” is an Afro pattern that sounds like a jam of Stefan Egger’s and Guem’s traits, where an organic, lively sound follows the opposite, the synthetic sound of “Ferro”; here Africa looks to the future, is stripped down to its bare, dry elements.

The cycle is closed by “Spunto 1”, a sci-fi dream with space age refractions… almost a rarefied, otherworldly jazz, the ideal final thread of a tapestry joining together the unfathomable and the very core of rythm.

Artwork by Alicia Carrera.

This record is dedicated to the memory of the one and only Riccardo Petitti.

[goatswoman]

17 questions

tagged by @mr-dyketective ​ 🤍

nickname: I had some throughout life, but rn I can only remember Кирпич (Brick) from middle school days, because my pencil case resembled one in a way and I used to beat up boys w it lol and also kinda similar to my surname, Доширак (instant noodle brand popular here) because I used to eat it all the time and, again, kinda similar to my first name, and derived from this one -> Доша (Dosha) - mispronunciation of my first name’s short form

sign: Leo, every time I say it people point out my hair

height: 5′ or 153.5 cm (yes, that half of cm IS important to me) hate being a womanlet

last thing i googled: arhangel да нет (archangel yes no) a site with a spinning wheel that gives you yes or no answer... this is how I make decisions in life...

song stuck in my head: mania by the Blake Robinson synthetic orchestra... it’s kinda cringe and edgy but awfully catchy (T_T)

number of followers: 78 it is greater than I expected lol

amount of sleep: depends

lucky number: don’t have one, mom once said it’s 16 because of some numerology stuff or whatever, but idk, I have one of those wallpapers w angel numbers for home screen and lock screen on my phone

dream job: I wanted to be a translator when I was a kid and currently study linguistics in college, but along the way I became disappointed in this profession, so my dream profession would be being neet

wearing: im in my bed so just my pink nightgown w black lace (sounds kinda cringe when I have to type it out, but I look pretty normal actually)

movies/books that summarize me: oh boy I can list off my favourite movies and you can make up your own mind: Full Metal Jacket, Metropolis, But I’m a Cheerleader, Cloudburst, Alien and Aliens, Jennifer’s Body, Marie Antoinette, I Shot Andy Warhol and Funny Games. From childhood: Bambi, Sleeping Beauty and The Golden Compass. In terms of literature L.N. Andreyev and M.A. Bulgakov are authors who stick out to me, though it probably doesn’t summarize me

favourite song: can I just give my favourite band? I’ll just give my favourite band Гражданская Оборона (or Егор и Опизденевшие, there’s same person behind them though the latter is more trippy)

favourite instrument: I don't play any, but I like bass guitar’s influence on the tune or whatever

aesthetic: I used to switch aesthetic or -core like every week, but now I kinda settled on femcel messy French girl female manipulator c*qu*tte type of shit (sorry for using this word I hate it, though sorry for using all of those words but they’re kinda close to my style now 😔)

favourite author: well shit guess that’s answered lol

facourite animal noise: my old Maine coon cat used to have the most high-pitched meows, they were hilarious coming out of a giant cat’s mouth, I miss her greatly

random: I want to rename my blog to goatswoman, I didn’t like the word girl even when I was younger and made this blog why did I name it like that, but I also want to change my layout and what if my mutuals won’t recognise me or smth... I still love goats though, my favourite animals along with spiders

I don’t have anyone specific to tag and everybody probably did this thing anyway during these couple of days I wasn’t logged in

but

if you didn't do this thing and you want to then I tag you!

[trailblczed]

What's that about having questions..?

He's taken a bit by surprise with Herta's sudden desire to inquire details about himself, although shouldn't be overly shocked since the moment she had found him willing to test out her Simulated Universe she had always requested reports on his physical symptoms of entering and leaving it, as well as his general feedback on the aspects and play of her virtual world. Still, going for questions outside of her project isn't something Caelus is against- he doesn't mind helping out where and however he can.. maybe this is just some things Herta needs to use for other areas of the Simulated Universe that he's unaware of, so he'll not ponder her reasoning for such things further.

❛ I suppose you could say I'm content.. mostly. I do not regret joining the Astral Express- absolutely not! But I do wish that some of the missions weren't so... intense. ❜

The silver winces at the memories of the last two adventures the crew went on before Penacony.. Getting impaled by one planet's leader, and watching a "friend" who turned out to be possessed(?) by the enemy snap their own neck in front of you and to then be drugged by someone else he thought he could trust.. almost attacking--- no.. almost killing a troupe of Cloud Knights in his Mara Struck infected state..... It's a lot. Penacony isn't going much better, as he's witnessing way too many people lose themselves in the so-called Land of Dreams.. and others losing their lives.. It's too much---

Before he ends up falling too far down that spiral, Caelus shakes his head, willing the painful thoughts to dissipate- at least for now. Genius seems content with his answer, and provides another. Another inquiry that leaves him mildly uncomfortable. Perhaps if he were more at peace with himself, more accepting of him not being quite human.. then these wouldn't hit as harsh. Maybe that's what Herta's aiming for- seeing how far she can unsettle him and find his tipping point. Caelus prays to any of the Aeons that watch over him to let that not be the case.

❛ Yes, I would say I am strong.. Though that may be due to the Stellaron's influence! Haha.. ❜

A laugh portraying his unease, a hand making it's way to ruffle his hair by scratching at his head. He's lost track of how many things he's accidentally broken since his awakening. Though that was before the silver discovered he was specifically created to be able to house a Stellaron-- just a synthetic body made to fit a role he was unaware of it's purpose. After that knowledge was discovered Caelus had refused to touch any one of his companions, far too terrified he may accidentally harm them by not being in control of his own strength. He may or may not have accidentally broken one of Herta's dolls by giving her an excited hug one time-- he still hasn't told anyone about that, though the lad is sure Herta herself knows and is taking pity on him by not bringing it up. He knew before finding out that he was a tad stronger than most, and had been a bit "too rough" with some things.. but he learned to be gentler. Still has to focus on being careful as to not damage anything- or anyone.

Caelus isn't a good liar, nor does he see a reason to do so with the Genius since Herta knew about him already- or he assumes she does, since she has all sorts of vitals and documents and medical records and the like on him from general visits and data from the Simulated Universe. Plus it's not like she'll have a problem with his 'true identity' seeing as she consists of multiple puppets as far as he knows.

❛ Or maybe it's because of my.. due to being a synthetic that I am capable of things most might not be? Or the Stellaron just amplified it's capabilities. ...I'm honestly not sure.. ❜

Caelus' voice grows softer, more strained the further into his answer he gets. He really is starting to not like this little interrogation. Is that what this is? That's what it almost feels like- though he could be just letting his emotions run wild (again).... Wouldn't be the first time. Herta seems once again accepting of his response as she continues on with no hesitancy. Please just let this be the last one..

❛ Remembered.. for? ❜

An interesting question. Hand tangled in silver locks moves to let thumb and pointer cradle his chin as he let's the question simmer, a pondering hum sounding from behind a closed mouth.

❛ I would think it depends on who you ask, what they would remember of me. Different people have all had varying experiences, and witnessed things others may not have. If someone from the Space Station here, probably as that guy who fought off the Antimatter Legion or playing with the Wubbaboos. If it was someone from Jarilo VI, likely just 'A Hero' or as 'that one guy who restored the Belobog museum'. If questioning someone of the Xianzhou Luofu, a benefactor and restorer of Aurum Alley or that one guy who went Mara-Struck in the Seat of Divine Foresight. ❜

He thinks back to that moment often. How horrified all those CloudKnights looked.. how defensive everyone present stayed even after he regained control of himself, the drug he took from Dan Shu having been burned out by the Stellaron (or so he was told).. Not likely to have their trust again, and he wouldn't blame them. First a Stellaron in his body that can technically go ballistic with no moments notice. Then a non-native of the Luofu contracting the disease by falling for a trick with no real way to confirm that Caelus won't be suddenly overcome with Mara again----- Well.. shit, so much for trying to keep himself from following the negative trail of thoughts. At the feeling of his throat constricting, hands shaking at his sides, the lad lets out a sharp exhale. Suppose if Herta was looking for what the silver's limit was, guess she found it.

❛ If you'll excuse me, I think I need to go check on my pet Trotter. ❜

Not entirely a lie, but not the true reason he was removing himself from the increasingly uncomfortable setting. Hurriedly turning to walk out of her office, Caelus stops just before the door, turning his head to speak clearly to her, an accusatory tint to his tone.

❛ Hope you found the answers you wanted. I'll be back to go through the Simulated Universe later. ❜

And with that, the lad left.