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Photo: nanairo neko
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dolorum-magne · 8 days
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Decided to draw fanart for my fic Remnants because it is consuming my brain rn
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I really love these sketches
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spockvarietyhour · 6 months
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Team confusion "Remnants"
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hangingslothcentral · 2 months
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coming summer 2024! remnants, a new dark fantasy thriller fiction podcast.
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When we die, the remnants of us return to the First and Last Place. Our fate is decided by Sir and his new Apprentice, who read our remnants to determine whether they should be re-shelved or discarded. But why, after untold stretches of existence, has Sir decided that he needs help to do it?
Remnants explores the boundaries between right and wrong, examining humanity from its brightest and best to its darkest and most frightening, and all the grey in between.
The Apprentice soon discovers that when we judge others, we often expose truths about ourselves.
uncover the vibes over on @remnantspod.
with every week, a new mystery. with every new mystery, a terrible choice.
– coming summer 2024 –
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reno11037 · 5 months
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No one ever talks about the fact Makoto deadass took one look at the Remnants and thought ‘I could fix them’
AND HE DID IT TOO LMAO
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I'm not saying Remnants was a great series but do you guys remember that bit where they're encountering the tech of the Aliens With No Visible Skin and the aliens were like "okay, diplomacy would be a lot easier if we were more similar" so they kidnap a teenager and peel all his skin off and give him transparent skin and then he's just a guy that looks skinless for the rest of the series and it definitely does not help diplomacy
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goddessofroyalty · 1 month
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I finally did it - I created the catalogue of (most of) the possible Sefikura children combinations that I have played around with in the past.
It's under the cut (and I'm sure I missed some but guess I can always just keep adding to the slide deck)
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bookwyrmpendragon · 7 months
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Ignore how bad this picture is, but I met one of my favorite authors today! I told her she was one of the main reasons I wanted to be a writer, and her immediate reaction was to say "I'm so sorry..."
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bonewizard-fiction · 1 month
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Amazing render of Arya Skovsgaard from @salem-wilde!
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dailystargatebooty · 2 months
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zmwrites · 16 days
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tag: out of context line
I was tagged by @squarebracket-trickster! Thank you!
I'm going to go with a bit of a throwback and give a pair of lines that I think are funny without context from Remnants:
“And what did he do?” the wrangler asked, nodding to her rescuer. “Kept me from having my face eaten in a literal and unpleasant sense.”
Fedya and Radka in the very first chapter!
I tag @dragon-swords-prophecies, @drabbleitout, @talesofsorrowandofruin, and anyone else who wants to play! As always, no pressure!
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hellsgate-roadhouse · 18 days
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📺 📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺
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sytokun · 1 year
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Blake and Sun dewdles
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spockvarietyhour · 6 months
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Stargate Atlantis "Remnants"
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remnantspod · 1 month
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part of the inspiration for Remnants was walking around a charity shop in my hometown. it was small, stuffy, there wasn't anything I wanted to buy, but there was a tea set which looked almost exactly like the ones my great grandmother used to have on a shelf. there was an old, ugly, heavy alarm clock which ticked so loudly you could hear it from the street outside. there were ugly porcelain cats with oddly human facial features set in dour expressions, with eyes which did the opposite of following you around the room, like they were purposefully avoiding meeting my gaze. there were loads of shirts and shoes of varying age and quality, and then, on a shelf, there was a box of spoons.
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This is not that box of spoons. it's a much fancier one my great grandmother gave me for Christmas the year she turned 97. and i thought of it immediately when i opened the box on the shelf in the charity shop and saw five tarnished silver teaspoons peering up at me, because of these. the box is flocked with impossibly soft blue velvet flocking, and the top is padded silk, which has a proper old fashioned hat pin skewered into it.
by the time my great grandmother gave me these spoons, she was already suffering with dementia, and her only explanation for the gift, and the incompleteness of the set, was that it was well loved and she wanted me to have it.
I polished them up a little as they were very tarnished, and i put the spoons back into their little slots, as they were all askew when they came to me. i pulled out the very sharp hat pin and wondered where it had come from, how long it had lived with this silverware, and who had put it there in the first place.
I found a few pieces by the same silversmith selling online for a decent amount, though all much bigger and fancier than my incomplete little spoon set. I've asked my grandmother, my great aunts and uncle about the spoons and where they came from. they possibly belonged to my great grandmother's mother, making them well over a hundred years old, but the dominant memory everyone has of the spoons is playing with them as children, and as far as they could remember, the hat pin had been in there then, too; they remembered pricking their fingers on it.
to me, the spoons are almost like a little ghost. a tiny piece of a past I'll never fully get to appreciate. I don't even have a full story to pass along about them, just little remnants of several of them, of people who remembered them as part of childhoods in my great grandmother's home.
every single item in that little charity shop was like these spoons. every one holds little fragments of memories. and there they are, sitting on shelves, gathering dust, waiting to get picked up and become a part of someone else's life.
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upodupo-reblog · 4 months
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I made a quick thing for @faker-aus remnants au! Not my best because I was experimenting with the line art and shading but I still like it
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