#rights for 17776 and Nine

[pixevs]

i think about 17776 every now and then and it's fine. It's normal. it's a really interesting exploration of what might happen if everyone lived forever. And that's cool! but this exchange from the denali/chicago chapter kills me every time

[wander-wren]

i’m out here crying bc i have an idea for a 17776 fic and i think it will be amazing and lovely and i’m trying to find some specific moments for reference and i keep stumbling into reminders that nine is so baby. that first conversation with nancy oh my heart

[ultrakill-confessions]

i need someone to take me by the shoulders and very firmly tell me that i already have two major WIPs right now and i should NOT be starting another project. jesus christ.

anyways 17776 au. humanity is immortal. entertainment is fuel. hell is a football field. v1, mirage, and v2 are nine, ten, and juice respectively. gabriel is their favorite player. ur welcome

- girlfailure v1 anon

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[arlesposting]

OK. ok. i identified that weird-ass bug next to nine from my last post.

do any of y'all know who the hell this is? google tells me it's the james webb space telescope but...

OH MY GOD DID YOU GUYS SEE THAT???!!!? GOOGLE WAS RIGHT???!!!!

ahem. OC REVEAL! not even 17776 is safe from OCfication. i actually made this whole collage infocard thingy about a month and a half ago i just only felt confident enough to post it now 😭 so uhh yeah meet the James Webb Space Telescope! otherwise known as JAWS! they're color coded with magenta-ish purple cause they have pinkish elements irl and i wanted that to translate over here. i'll draw her someday I PROMISE. also they're old friends with hubble (they go WAY back) so she really misses them :( on text they have their base purple, two shades (one for regular convos, other for sharing info on their pics and such), but i've been wanting to incorporate their honeycomb mirrors by making her text go yellow whenever she screams cause typically they're all lowercase and DIE BY IT. i've seen other webb telescope OCs around here so I wanted to do my own take and i'm just especially fond of this telescope in particular :] ok byebye!

extras under cut

in the back of JAWS' card, there's some dialogue i did for her to give me a quick perspective into how i think their character would translate onto text!

here's the thingy:

.i hate the sense of loneliness. and that we're just doomed to forever be alone

.we're all just forced into the fact that well, humans will never know otherworldly beings that can interact with them as intimately and closely as they do to eachother and have to accept it out of necessity.

.cause if they don't? they're aimlessly jumping in the air reaching for dying stars, making themselves look like idiots, draining resources to hit the same wall over and over again.

.but it just eats away at me. what do you mean there's really nothing left after this? that there's really nobody home? where's any of the fun in that?

.i think it's better to speculate with hope, wonder, and the truths we know now without always having to put those thoughts into motion, or prioritize the debilitating facts over it too. sometimes it really is just fun to think about what could've been.

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.pfft but what do i know. i'm just another one of many probes man left behind in space when they shifted their end goal from exploration & conquest to leisure & play. the truth about ourselves is sad but we don't let it weigh us down anyway.

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.are there any fun games on right now? i'm quite partial to a good 500 wild goose chase myself.

she's painfully wordy and she knows it and isn't planning on stopping >:)

old thingy from the webcomic swap but since i haven't revealed JAWS until now it's here instead!

on another note, been thinking about the spitzer and kepler space telescopes too. has anyone else considered '76ifying them? I NEED MORE TELESCOPE LOVE 💔 ok byebye

[fum1r]

INTRODUCTION POST

Greetings,

Just a heads up, I block freely.

you might have known me as CrowInSnow, Snow or Cherubim. I don't mind being called any of those, but my current nickname is Fum1r.

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TW: this blog may contain:

blood, gore, substance abuse, mental health issues, disturbing imagery

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Fandoms i partake in:

Dandy's World

Rain World

Nine Sols

17776 football

CRK

Games i played that might be worth mentioning:

Hollow knight

Ori (both chapters)

Undertale

Portal (both chapters)

Little Nightmares

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[crowdsourcedgender]

[Image ID: Two versions of a very low resolution, pixellated flag with 9 stripes and a thick dark grey border. The outer 4 are wavy, while the middle is straight. In the corners are 4 white quotation marks, two facing right and two facing left. The first version has text on the middle stripe reading "This is a universe in which things can still fuck up. And that's where I belong."]

Name: Unibelongciteric

A citeric term where the user relates the quote "This is a universe in which things can still fuck up. And that's where I belong." to their sense of self and/or being, as well as possibly their identity.

Quote from 20020 (sequel to 17776) by Jon Bois, said by Nine. This term may also be used for other parts of the speech- I really couldn't decide between that and "My life will never be a perfect one." Citeric coined by @mantra-repeated !!

Made for day 5 of Coining Challenges, theme: space & the sky and challenge: low resolution.

You should go read 17776 & 20020 (without looking up anything about it). /nf

[themoreitisreproduced]

17776 - What Will Football Look Like In The Future? by Jon Bois.

Before we begin, experience it yourself here: Intro | What football will look like in the future

Between Kendric Lamar’s Superbowl halftime performance and the way most American eyes go to it when it is on, it only seems right that American Football earns its place as a stage for art. ‘Seems right’ is heavy phrasing, because most sports fans and most art fans do not cross paths (ever). Still, there is no doubt in saying that American Football attracts a larger audience, so almost everyone in America has an opinion on it. Hell, I’m not even American and sometimes I find myself having an opinion on it more than I do for the actual British football teams I’m supposed to support. So, abstinently, when I saw an article with the title, What will Football Look Like in the Future?, I clicked on it. Expecting to read something about how football will become even more of a battleground for politics, instead I was taken on a transformative media journey.

In the very first section, the prologue, we are introduced to two characters. ‘Green’ and ‘Nine’. They communicate via messages sent, dated on a calendar labelled March ’43. There is no 20 or 19 or 18 or other number to tell us when this date actually is, which adds to the mystery and intrigue of the experience. The very first messages we see take two days to be transmitted back and forth, and after this, green disappears, and we are left only with Nine, and an overly large calendar. Occasionally Nine will speak, but nobody speaks back. This is, I am sure you are aware, emotionally devastating to witness.

As Nine begs for a response, pleas of help getting more desperate and louder, Green does not indulge them. They are left alone. We do not know where they are and neither do they – in a way, we are them. We have no clue what is about to happen or when we will hear from Green again, we are trapped, as Nine is, with just the dates. It is a sad and lonely existence, so far removed from anything else. The design of the website helps aid in this, the image of the calendar with the words on it takes up your entire screen. The messages from Nine quickly go from long and complicated to short and desperate. Are we Nine? Are we simply reading Nine? Who are we, and who is Nine? Lengthy questions remain unanswered.

We’re in July now. July ‘43. We haven’t heard from Green since they first spoke to us. Nine. Whoever or whatever we are. Eventually the tired begs for a response give way to a more open and honest ask, instead of two words, we are back to asking a few sentences for Green to speak to us. To do anything, really. We begin to feel desperate, uncontrolled, frightened. Green is the only thing we know and now Green is gone too. Where did they go? Why did they leave us? Did we do something wrong?

We already have to wait eleven days to talk to Green. Why should we keep wasting time? You would think that if They cared for us like they claimed to, claimed to know that we were afraid, then why did they leave us? At this point we’ve forgotten that they asked us too be patient. The loneliness of not knowing, of not understanding why they’re gone is too much, and we are desperate for an explanation or a single word from the one thing that we know, even know to the point it is the colour of our background on the calendar. Green.

And so, we return to begging. We return to that desperate, all-encompassing thing we need, human connection. We beg for someone to notice us. We beg for Green, Green specifically to notice us, but there is no Green to respond to us, there is only the calendar background, which only serves as a reminder of what we have lost.

The year changes. One thing that aids this piece of media, piece of art, is the way we are a witness to the time changing. It is not only cemented by our desperate messages of help happening every eleven days, it is cemented by the year changing, and the background colour changing along with it. It changes into something that we’re more familiar with, red. We’ve forgotten Green. At least, we’ve forgotten what they look like. Now the background colour is something familiar and almost comforting. It’s ourselves.

The final plea is desperate. We have not heard from Green in many months, and we have lost hope. ‘This is my final transmission’ allows the viewer to really put themselves in the shoes of Nine, which is, of course, us. The plea, like the first one, takes place across two days instead of just one. It helps emphasise how long it takes to send these messages, and how lonely it feels. We have spent two entire days writing two sentences.

This is, of course, a lie. Why do we lie to them? To whoever Green is, saying that it is our final transmission when we continue to send? Again, this helps with the question of what are we, and allows us to really think about if Green is good for us. Many more months will pass.

In June, after a long time waiting, which the viewer must scroll through, checking every box just to see, we finally get a response. This response also comes with a name, Ten. The number after Nine, the one that comes after our name. Ten makes their own begs here, similar to how we were begging them earlier; I love you, call me Ten. It is at this point the reader begins to realise that both of them are named after numbers. Are there more numbers? Is there a One through Eight? Again, the year changes and time moves on.

Again, a message from Ten. This time, we know more. We understand their name, and that they know and process a magnetometer. Instantly, this begins to create an idea in the mind of the reader of some kind of sci-fi setting. The colour of the calendar has also changed, this time to blue, which is an entirely new colour and an entirely new experience for us. The font changed alongside it, so it is clearer now, less messy. Things begin to become more ordered for both ourselves and the reader. Though we protest Ten’s idea’s – We do not have a magnetometer. Again, with the knowledge we have now, we begin to scroll.

It is an action almost akin to doomscrolling, which refers to endlessly scrolling on social media, particularly through bad news or terrible comment sections. It is the same, mindless action, but somehow more boring. The reader begins to feel tired and drained, the same way they would if they were scrolling through a hateful comment section on a TikTok, or more likely, Instagram Reels. It is monotone, it is boring, it is unhealthy, but this comes with a promise of light at the end of the tunnel, rather than doomscrollings endless doom.

It ends with Ten talking to us again. A simple message that requires so much effort to get to, so much so that enough time passes for us to begin to wonder is any of it is worth it. Is it worth scrolling this fast? This piece forces the reader to ask themselves these questions. In a time of attention span crisis, this piece challenges that whilst indulging it. It tests it by having huge, aching gaps in between the phrases, but it indulges it by allowing the reader to scroll through the story. Ten is not only just words on a screen here, they represent a light in the dark, the end of scrolling. When Ten arrives again, we begin to feel hopeful. We begin to do things.

Here, in November, it almost sounds like we are talking to the reader directly. We are getting good at being patient, and so are they, but we are desperate. We need to hear from Ten again, Ten represents hope, Ten comes after Nine, they come after us, they will be here when we are not. Ten is a shining light in the darkness of doomscrolling, and we are stuck with them as our only companion. The font here also becomes more futuristic, with the dots and large, blocky texts being hallmarks of the genre, as well as the lack of clear year group. Again, the calendar has changed colours to yellow. It’s beginning to get less reasonable. It was green at the beginning, because Ten is green, and then red, because we are red, and then blue, which comes after green on the colour wheel, but why yellow?

Yellow symbolises many things, most of them different from the other in a strange way. Firstly, yellow symbolises, and is most associated with, joy. It is also a warning sign, whilst simultaneously being associated with optimism. Ten has shown up and told us we can do things, thus offering us optimism we so desperately needed. It begins to feel more hopeful, more freeing when the reader see’s the calendar. It no longer seems so monotone. Now at least there is hope.

And then when the new year comes, with no other word from Ten, the calendar is back to blue. It is brighter now, to be sure, but there has been a choice here; the colour is almost comforting in its familiarity. It is blue, but it has hints of green in it, like the colour of Ten’s text we read. The numbers and words begin to become clearer too, as they are shown in lines instead of dots.

Quite possibly the most heartbreaking message we receive is that one. Ten is our best, our only, friend. Being told not to message them for such a long time brings us back to the doomscrolling sensation mentioned above. It puts us back in the same position we were at the start of missing Ten. This time, we know Ten will have to have a response.

But, as is the way with people and things we love, we mess up.

And we mess up again. Twice more, in fact, only extending our communication hiatus.

And then the viewer see’s this, simple black and white text on a screen. In this time, the viewer is witness and so far apart from many major historical events, but none that you could tell by looking at them or the piece. The cluster of months, rather than dates, add to the impersonal feeling about the entire calendar and the out-of-touch way the reader is witnessing the events of history. It’s simple black and white design makes it look like the night sky, the pitch black with thousands of stars. It keeps going, until the reader see’s this.

When we realise the answer is negative 48, it fills the reader with pride. The larger part, the map of the stars, that blocks out the rest of the calendar, moves as the viewer looks at it. Finally, the doomscrolling is over. The reader begins to see something different, scientific documents and reading, pieces of code and flowcharts.

And at the bottom of it all, like at the bottom of all the doomscrolling, every time, is Ten.

This time, Ten is speaking to us on a black, blank background. Ten helps us come to the realisation that we are not a person, and we are a machine. More specifically, we are the Pioneer Nine space probe, and Ten is Pioneer Ten.

The opening to this piece ends with Ten asking us if we want to watch some football, while we are repeatedly asking them what year it is.

What Will Football Look Like in the Future is a piece of speculative fiction, presented through multi-Media and published digitally by SB Nation, written by Jon Bois. Jon Bois, by trade, is an American sportswriter and not an artist. He is also the creative director of SB Nation, which is used to blog about Sports, and has many other speculative fiction stories on its website. Outside of his Sports writing, he makes and produces YouTube videos and films. Bois is not an artist, or he claims to not be an artist, but I do not know what else to call him. He truly makes the reader of the piece feel as though they are Nine in this situation.

So, how much of this was real, and were the newspaper clippings just edited pieces made up by Bois or were they actual articles? Were Space Pioneers Nine and Ten real? Did they communicate?

Space Pioneer 9 was real, but it was launched in 1968, not ’43. And yes, whilst it did die, and they did loose contact with it, that was in 1987. It seems again that Bois had taken the liberty of making a piece of writing that inspires it’s viewer to question every piece of information they are presented with. When does this story actually start?

You will never know. The first people outside of Nine and Ten the reader, us, see say that it’s 17776, though.

Words: 2379

[faeryton]

[Image Description: Domestic photos overlayed with quotes from with 17776: What Football Will Look Like in the Future. Nine asks: "How long it been like this?" A photo of a fenced-in playground. Ten responds: "On April 7, 2026, people stopped being born. On the same day, people stopped dying, and people stopped aging." JUICE: "ham cheese. ham cracker. cheese cracker. ham and cheese cracker. ham and cheese." Then, a photo of a parking lot in winter. Ten: " They got tired. Some lasted longer than others, but they all got tired. Now they are resting in a moment that will last until the end of time." A photo of a neighborhood street. Tim: "I kinda look at the big long life ahead of me that stretches out forever and disappears. And I get scared. And I think, 'this can't be Heaven if I'm getting scared, right?'" "And then I think, 'maybe I am in Heaven, and Heaven is scary.'" A photo of a pink cloudy sunset, trees in the distance. Nine: "I love you guys." Ten: "Love you too." Juice: "love y'all too". Nine asks: "This is the end, right? The end of this story?". And Ten responds: "We were always at the end. It's a free play, buddy. Clock's all zeroes. It's after the end of the world." End ID]

“Please answer.”

17776 excerpts + photos i took

edit: please read 17776

[polybiusplayer]

OKAY!!! uhh ill be sending these in as i think of em :] STARTING OFF:

whats nine and ten's relationship like there?? like we've seen juice interacting with both but as far as im aware, no nine n ten interactions which has me very curious. ID IMAGINE theres. obviously a bit of protectiveness there but asides from that i have NO CLUE what you have in mind for these guys and i am staring abnormally. Whats Their Deal

FINALLY after starting to write this response out like 3 times and getting distracted or busy I can sit down and do this. Tehe. Beware of long incoming rant as I take this opportunity to explain a bunch of other stuff along the way.

I am so sorry. I talk a lot. Here we go.

Ten and nines relationship throughout the au goes through a lot of changes.

They’ve always been very close, since before the moment and well after. They both learnt how to cope with the nature of humanity and immortality, and how to come to terms with purposelessness. That is until Nine found out about the mission NASA was working on. that mission being sending a crew to deep space to go “where no human, robot, or satellite had been before.” It was a big deal to them, they still longed for a meaning in life like this. That was before everyone figured out there wasn’t much out there, and that life should be centred around what we already have. This was when people were RUSHING to create and to drive humanity further and further, in these early stages progress was all that mattered, and Nine wanted to be a part of it.

So Nine and Ten, and their friend Juice, they went through the training program together, and they formed the crew that would eventually go into space to hopefully discover the unknown.

Nine and Ten were always close, they supported each other, they are siblings after all. They both tried to make sense of the new world presented to them.

Now I’m not sure if my sort of, summery, really explained this well. I looked at my old posts and they really don’t have much. But the plan was always for 9 10 and J to be put into a deep sleep for a couple thousand years to get to deep space, the idea was that it would essentially function as a time skip for them so that they wouldn’t go CRAZY trying to get far away from earth. So for a while they all slept and then 10 and J woke up right on schedule. (Not in the year 17776, because that’s around when Nine wakes up) I sort of intended for this au to at least sort of parallel the story beats of the original.

But when Nine didn’t wake up and what was left of NASA basically told Ten “I unno man.” She tried for such a long time to wake them up, there was something fucked up with the system and nothing was working. Nine was out, alive and well, but not awake.

Ten never really knew if they were going to wake up, and after long enough she tried to focus herself on her mission (finding anything interesting in space) and on Juice, hes a bit of a screwball as we know. She never gave up on them though, no matter how hopeless it seemed there was always something in her mind basically pleading for Nine to wake up. but she unintentionally started almost, grieving, the loss of Nine. Years and years passed when Nine was always right there, but never really There. It was weird for her to live out the life Nine so desperately wanted without them around. And for her to experience everything without them, something she had never had to do in her life up to that point. It was hard.

Then Nine wakes up. First it’s relief, because godamned she missed them, so fucking much. But then it’s concerned.

I guess my twist with this au is that being asleep for that long fucked with Nines memory, they can’t really remember Ten, they can FEEL their love and trust for her, but have a lack of memories to link that back to. They also can’t remember the moment, immorality, anything.

You’re right, Ten is protective!! She’s determined to never let anything hurt them like this again, but she’s also confused too, and a bit hurt. She’s not going to portray that to Nine, because she knows that’s not what they need right now. But she just got them back and they don’t even know who she is.

She cares about them so much, and Nine trusts her so so much and doesn’t even know why.

It’s like in the opening chapter of 17776 when Ten talks to them for the first time and she says “i love you” and Nine says it back without any hesitation. They don’t know who she is, or what any of this is or what it means or even who they are, but they know they love Ten.

Their relationship is strained as first because of this, Nine feels like they can’t be who Ten remembers because Nine doesn’t even remember themself. But things ease out, because even without the memories, they’re still Nine, and she can see it in the way they talk and get passionate about things and their inquisitive nature.

Jesus how long have I been typing does this even answer the question I DONT KNOW IM SO SORRY if you read this all I’m actually so impressed. It’s 4:30 am so if there’s typos just ignore them

[whatsupspaceman]

cant believe i never shared these slides i made. i presented on 17776 for powerpoint night one night. here are just a few because im guessing none of yall know real football rules either.

[gnomebud]

finally caught up on 20020 and man i fuckin cried all over again. i need 20021 soon ;——;

[riotleviathan]

great now i'm rereading 17776. i only do this nowadays when the emotions are really high.

i find myself identifying with Nine more and more every time. last time i read it was 2-3 months ago, i was just starting to explore my gender identity and getting comfortable with being nonbinary.

today i read that first chapter and it hit me so hard, no other piece of media has presented loneliness in this way. you can give examples of "better" representations all you want, i'm just saying nothing else does it *like this*. scanning through the calendar pages made me cry. i am so lonely today.

that first chapter is also about self-discovery in the rawest sense. about finding deep, platonic love with your friends, even if you don't understand it at first. about finding new interests. and, at the end, just a little bit, about mourning a world you lost.

that first chapter has so much of what i'm going through right now.

not the heartbreak, other than the loneliness. but the rest of the upheaval.

i saw a piece of fan art a month or two ago of Nine drifting in space, far from a bright star, and made it my cover photo on fb. every time i see it, it resonates more and more. a lonely nonbinary satellite, disconnected from the world they knew, adrift, searching for purpose. trying to exceed their design specifications, but breaking down due to their limitations.

that's me these last few months. i feel like Pioneer 9.

i feel full of holes and heavy

[thegeminisage]

the 20020 update (spoilers in this post) got me so bad like...

the way 20020 said “love means doing something impossible,” the way that ten and all the people who built nine loved them before they even knew what nine would be, the way nick loved manny enough to somehow, impossibly, make the PERFECT throw...i’m fucked up thinking of ten spending literally MILLENNIA searching through the vast and infinite vacuum of space to find one more person like her not because she had nothing better to do but because she believed nine was out there and didn’t want to abandon them to the dark. im fucked up thinking about some woman working for nasa talking about her children literally SEWING data onto a space probe that was built to be destroyed and then making it to 2026 and then making it to 17776 or whatever and finding out nine is still out there...im fucked up thinking about how nine doesn’t work very well but juice and ten take the UTMOST care in repairing them every time

also, if you highlight nine’s invisible text, you can read it, and i really thought for a second i was reading nine’s final words

and i almost LOST MY MIND. the way 20020 said love and heaven are the same thing!

[goodollouise]

The year is 20020, and they’re back in orbit!!!

[glassydiatom]

some extras while plottin nine and juice’s new outfits!

[aperture-of-bullshit]

s/o to 17776 for dragging me kicking and screaming out of art block

(click on them for better quality!!)