#project meteor

[joiedecombat]

Where were Raine and X’khal when the Seventh Umbral Calamity happened? Did they lose anyone and/or have specific fears born from it?

This one is easy, though unfortunately as answers go it's a little boring.

Raine was safe in Radz-at-Han, and still in something like her mid-teens. It was a frightening time - I imagine most people can't see a moon fall out of the sky and be unmoved by the experience - but they were much less impacted by it than Eorzea and the satrap managed to keep things reasonably calm.

So the Calamity didn't have a life-altering impact on Raine the way it would have if she'd grown up in or nearer to Eorzea. She had intermittent nightmares about Dalamud falling, but got over them in time.

X'khal was in Gyr Abania, a soldier with a resistance camp and also in his teens. He and everyone around him was very much on edge throughout the experience, and they had a rougher time of it than Thavnair did, but still not as bad as people in lands closer to ground zero of Dalamud's impact and Bahamut's rampage.

The Bozja Incident which preceded the Calamity affected X'khal more personally, since that was when he was orphaned. He doesn't really have a lot of clear memories of that, though, since he was quite young and it was pretty traumatic - the experience has a lot to do with his unwillingness to get attached to people.

[beeclops]

the entire 2024 US Presidential Elections in a nutshell

[pokekaito]

[ask-thearchivists]

our Archivists and the Conservator, if you were to carve yourself a Palsimen, what would you carve?

The Coordinator: Oh, I very much enjoy keystone species, ones that if lost, cause a chain reaction and eventual collapse of the ecosystem they belong to. They are usually predators, but sometimes they are other types of mortals. So perhaps one like that.

The Charmer: My favorite type of mortals are extremophiles, so I would like one that is like that. Though I couldn't tell you which of the ones we have encountered I would like.

The Cartographer: I like domesticated species a lot, so maybe something small, shy, but friendly. I've encountered so many species like that, that it is hard to choose.

The Curator: I'd want it to be a creature so weird and bizarre that it's extremely difficult to classify, since I love mortals that are exceptions to the general rules of their classification. Like animals that usually lay eggs, but there's a small selection or just one that is absolutely in the same class, but it gives live birth instead, or other various exceptions.

The Conservator: Oh, having one of those would be nice, even if it would serve no purpose for me besides companionship. My favorite kind of mortals are the venomous ones, I am fascinated by all the different kinds of venom there is and how so many have unique chemical structures and functional properties. I would probably choose mine to be a Relizenithica Devasterrifim, which is the scientific name, meaning Powerful and Ancient Bringer of Horrifying Destruction. It was a species with two types of venom, one from a stinger on the tail and the other from fangs. Its species was millions of years old and had not evolved except, perhaps, to make the venom more corrosive. The stinger was a paralytic agent that was powerful enough to induce localized petrification of tissue if the prey managed to get away quick enough for the second venom to not be used, and the fangs administered a strong corrosive venom that would liquify the prey from the inside. The paralytic did not cause the organs to stop, unlike many paralytics, so the prey was quite typically digested from the inside while still completely alive and cognizant. I would name it Twinkle.

[incomingalbatross]

Saiki K. is the power fantasy of "what if you could sway your social group's opinions and make your opinion felt and take an active role in things without any of your thoughts/feelings/opinions/preferences ever being traceable back to you"

[elvenchain]

For where else could I go?

Who else could I love but you?

[lwuvicidal]

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૮꒰ྀི ◞ ⸝⸝⸝ ◟ ꒱ྀི১⠀requested by @hawntedboy 〜

[okpitseleh]

08.19.24

find me here

[dogstar9069]

Pulse of the Meteor/流星のパルス - *Luna

Translation reference credit official translation

On that day we saw, that star in the sky

Marking our road ahead—our voices joined as one

My aspirations and regrets oozing as thick and black can be

I wonder where I would be? If I could let go of these lies so easily…

Hey, what kind of sound will make people listen to me?

I couldn’t move forward, while the door to the future was waiting for me

Although I said I was “fine”, I was never “okay”

Such cowardly ways, not cherishing a thing

I pretended to avert my gaze, but they’re screaming for me anyway

“I am still here, hey!”

Was it alright to smile and pretend I’m “fine”?

Even though I can’t write down a single thought or feeling of mine?

(I want to change, and move forward) But then I realized…

That with our sounds, like shooting stars, we can shine in the dark sky

And make our voices heard to all (It’ll be alright, let’s move on)

We’ll sing and show you now

Hey there…

Can you hear it now?

This voice of ours

Accumulated projections and a distorted self defense mechanism

If only I could solve these lies so easily, would I still be your hero?

Hey, what sounds can open my wounds and expose me?

Left alone, I tried not to cry, but I couldn’t close off my feelings

And as my pride came crumbling down, I just wanted to run

But I heard your cries from above, forcing me to hear you…

“I’m always right here by your side”

“I’ll always believe in you, y’know”

“Listen to me, hey!”

Why is it I lost my way? When I can’t decide?

Though I can’t throw out a single thought or feeling of mine?

(With our dream, I’ll keep singing) I’ll deliver no matter what

And now with our song, I wonder if we too can become a

Ray of sound that fills the world with light? (It’s alright, let’s move on)

We’re rising up now

Back then we,

Hung out all “Day” long and ran to see all the

“Stars” that cloaked the dark night with bright lights

And “Future” was never on our mind

Only our “Wish” together

We’ll never forget!

I vow I won’t forget!

Not ever!

Things come and go, passing us by and

Keep changing without anyone able to stop it all

I can’t do anything…

But in this moment, that I’m living

I don’t want to miss a single second of the “now”

That’s why I’m standing here with you

So let it resonate! This song of ours!

Even if only a single person is willing to listen to us

(We’ll keep playing, delivering)

In this “World” where we began

And with our voice, buried in the dark sky

So weak and fragile, we could break apart—we have the strength!

To shine and show you now

Hey there…

Can you hear it now?

This voice of ours

[mapping-elysium]

LONESOME LONG WAY HOME

Heading southwest of Martinaise

Courtyards = the abandoned housing and the fishing village?

Le Domaine Eminent

in North Jamrock, past the motorway

Main and Perdition appears to be the rough address for the Precinct

HEADING "HOME"

Past the 41st [heading east/west]

through the market

Boogie Street Spearhead

I think this means the north end since it stretches all the way to Faubourg in the south

Around meteor lake

turn on Voyager road past the video rental

PROBLEM

Let’s rewind. Let’s trace your drunken steps back home. Jump across the raised channel bridge south-west of here. Fall over. Get up. Get off the asphalt in 20 minutes, shuffle your feet through courtyards, scaring little children. Go under the great raised motor-tract, the 8/81, until you reach le domaine éminent in North Jamrock. The streets are frozen this time of year, caked with ice. Walk down Main, to Perdition -- there’s a side alley there and your footprints in the mud...

SOLUTION

...here we go. Home awaits. Walk past Station 41 and through the market. Past the Boogie Street spearhead to the other side of the lake -- the frozen eye at the center of the district. Then past the video rental store on the corner. There, at the end of a street lined with pine trees: a small house, no larger than a matchbox. 11 Voyager Road. You no longer live there. Those times are gone, and so are those people. Why did you come here? Why are you still here? And where’s the dealer? You have to get back to work. That’s all you have now.

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

PJSK always gives its most banger outfit sets to the events that don't have a 3DMV for the commission so you can't use them there </3

[meteors-lotr]

Why does Tilda call Legolas princess

Because when I was a kid, I thought Legolas was a princess and I thought this

was their wedding

There's a reason that I ship Aralas

[grapeagata]

It's so sad and demolishing!

frankly it's smiting!!!

it makes me booboo!!!!

there's not enough rocks on tumbler!!!!!!!!!

I follow a ζπᾸ⨋⨑⨓⨪⨞illion geology blogs but it's not enough!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I need more

I need more

MORE

MORE ROCK

[m1d-45]

(anotha one.)

To Mr. Alberich,

I can see your smirk permeate through this page, so I'll keep this brief.

I'll take up on your offer on that meeting at Angel's Share. I sure hope your government won't kill me if I step foot in that tavern, haha.

Anyway. Onto more serious matters,

How are you? It's been ages since we met. The paperwork is boring you as usual, I presume?

I'm fine, i guess i can say that much. Still in hiding, but loads better than last time. Thanks for rescuing me.

Ah, one last thought. This letter has some trinkets you remind me of, along with a personal item of mine i'd give to you as a token of my gratitude.

Angel's Share, 19:00. I'm the woman with the dark blue cloak.

See you soon!

[The letter contains a silver ring, finely wrought with silver and entwined with white wood from a certain tree. It also contains a peacock's feather and a small silver brooch, swirling with Cryo energy inside.]

kaeya, as a knight, is a rather busy man. despite his habit of evading paperwork, preferring to spend time on-field, that doesn’t mean he slacks off that much. he just… appreciates break time, and maybe delays his work a bit more than the average knight.

(in his defense, his reports always turn out the most coherent. most of the knights are… lackluster, he’ll say, in their field of work. at least he’s direct and concise)

and it’s because he’s so busy that he spends a large portion of his time in his office. granted, he’d be outside more often if he stopped staring out the window so often, but as of now he can’t find himself regretting the habit as much as he normally would.

not when he knows for certain that the glow of lanterns from the city below would have prevented him from noticing the star outside his window, even as dusk darkened to twilight.

his pen drops from his hand, his exposed eye flicking over the panes of glass as if making sure he’s seeing the right thing. when the star refuses to fade, he finally stands, carefully making his way over. he fumbles for a moment with the latch, but eventually pushes open the window, letting the floating ball slip inside.

after a cautious moment, he reaches for it. it’s closer than he realizes—a con of constantly wearing an eyepatch, he supposes—and his finger makes contact with the surface of it faster than he meant to.

the point that he bumped caves in, the rest of the shell crumbling away, and he hurries to cradle the remains in his hand. he didn’t mean to break it, he swears, he just knows there’s only one place it could have came from and-

oh. there’s a envelope in his hands. it… was meant to crumble.

…his paperwork can wait a few more minutes, can’t it?

he rips open the envelope with a bit less tact than he should probably show to a holy object, but his curiosity washes away any guilt. there’s objects within the letter, and he wonders what they are as even as he reaches for them.

one is a ring, simple silver twisted around a thin beam of stark white wood. the other is a pin of some kind, the icy gem as cold as the vision on his hip. a bright feather is the last item removed, and he sets all three items on a shelf before he can get too excited.

they’re probably not for him. he’s done nothing to deserve such gifts. not when he’d done so little to stall the hunt for you, not when he’d barely done anything to protect you, only managing to lead his patrol in the other direction.

he reads your letter with haste, ignoring the comment about his or the knights’ attitude in favor of what follows.

you’re safe. the hunt in mondstat has mostly died down, as current reports placed you somewhere in sumeru, but he can see that isn’t the case from your final message.

kaeya skims the letter once more to ensure he hasn’t missed anything, then slips the ring on his finger—it fits, he’s not surprised—and fixes the pin to his vest.

he debates, for a moment, on finishing the paper he was working on, as it’s a bit earlier than your meeting time…

kaeya eventually decides against it, shutting the door to his office with a decisive click.

it can wait.

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Model references for -Etoile Gamer Gear (Kagamine Rin) -Meteor Gamer Gear (Kagamine Len) Project Sekai: Colorful Stage!

[okochamasensou]

song logo transparents ripped from mm+