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Do you have a recommendation for which assassin's creed to start with? I tried 1 on PC and it felt very dated. Is it safe to start later in the series?

run. RUN AWAY. YOU HAVE TO RUN. THERES NOTHING WAITING FOR YOU DOWN THIS ROAD. HEED NOT THE TEMPTATIONS OF DEVILS.

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We are ineffably elated to confirm that Good Omens will return for a third season! This calls for a round of hot chocolate and sweet treats!

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Is it just me or are the new tumblr users convinced there's a penalty of some kind for using this site like it's meant to be used?

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Is it just me or are the new tumblr users convinced there's a penalty of some kind for using this site like it's meant to be used?

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i dont think there's a reflection fandom on tumblr so i will make one. um. watch reflection if you like ttrpg actual plays and/or sci-fi-fantasy lesbianism

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Surprise Stabtober #1: Critical Failure

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Day 1 Prompt: Critical Failure

Ridill Arondite was a scientist. Before she was a hero, a mentor, a lover, a fighter, she was a scientist.

And in the field of science, trial and error is a necessity for progress! Maybe that was a big part of why Ridill loved science; she got paid real money to fuck around and find out with stuff! Ridill did that anyways, so the only difference was the paycheck she got for doing it. Well, her salary was frequently docked due to the accidents and damages she accrued in the process, but twenty bucks is still enough for the month’s groceries! And, in a professional lab, there is more to protect you from any stray explosions than the makeshift wooden barricades that would contribute to her childhood injuries. Now, some people would argue “there should be no explosions in the lab in the first place”, but those people are prudes and narcs, and Ridil Arondite does not need any narcs in her life!

Before the people she loved slipped away, before saving the world became so much more complicated than fighting Demons and Coda diving, before her life became just another piece in the cosmic game, Ridill Arondite was a scientist. It was hard work, but she enjoyed it. Maybe a little too much, to be honest.

To facilitate Ridill’s personal projects, she almost always had a private place where she could perform recreational experiments in her spare time. In the later days of Station One, Ridill had fashioned a makeshift lab where she would perform “Private Science” out of one of the few unoccupied rooms at the base. In some back room in the recesses of the station, somewhere between the janitor’s closet and the armory, there was a small enclosure that Ridill affectionately called her “Science Closet”. It was a small enclosure, mostly decorated with abandoned ribbons from a previous birthday party, probably Ruth’s given the distinct crimson color, and a half-ripped canvas poster from some indie band, “Deaf Leopard”.

Ridil still remembered Ruth’s birthday celebration, as they had held it in secret as part of some long-forgotten bit, but Ridill had since forgotten what had led to said bit. Since then, nobody had taken the time to tear them down, and Ridill had never reminded herself to do it before she started lighting burners or mixing acids.

The only source of light in the room was an antique silver candelabra Ridill bought from a pawn shop in the Undercity, something she had bought solely to reinforce her personal aesthetic of “deranged scientist meddling with the natural order for personal gain”. She really liked that candelabra. And now, at some time between 1 in the morning and the reasonable waking hours of everyone else in the base, Ridill was messing with something in her dimly lit Science Closet, illuminated by three candles and a dream.

On a small wooden desk, practically little more than two bedside tables put together, there are two bunsen burners, each burning with a focused and luminescent flame under two separate test tubes. Ridill leaned over one of the open tubes and smelled the dark fumes emanating from it. As she put a cap on the tube, she mused aloud on the odor.

“Hm, this batch smells a little different. The last batch was more like vanilla frosting, but this is kind of like, a, uh…”

She pondered the odor for a while. At this point, she was more committed to identifying the closest matching scent for this experimental liquid than she was concerned about the liquid itself. The soft roiling of a viscous liquid, having reached a roiling boil behind her back, went unnoticed as she paced around the closet.

“It smells like…”

The fluid behind her began to boil over the fringes of the tubes. The sizzling of an unknown liquid touching the flame grew louder, but Ridill’s focus was squarely lodged into identifying what it smelled like. Finally, she reached her conclusion…

“Gunpowder!”

She pointed her finger upwards, as if to punctuate her point to no one in particular. She was very proud of her discovery. The D20 rolls... Natural 1.

And then, it fucking exploded.

In her attempt to determine what had resulted from her recreational science, Ridill had neglected to turn down her burners. And by the time she had identified the substance, it was too late. Ruth, Willow, and several other members of OPIA stationed at the base were rudely awakened by the blaring claxon of fire alarms. It took them a while to find the Science Closet, panicking and running around the base the whole time. Luckily, Ridill was mostly unharmed in the brief explosion, as her back had been turned to the blast at the time, and her lab coat was miraculously resilient.

To this day, Ridill has not talked about that incident with anyone, even Ruth or Willow. The embarrassment of the whole ordeal would overwhelm her if she shared it to anyone, and she made Ridill and Ruth swear to secrecy. God forbid if Ace ever found out about the incident, lest it give him even more ammunition for his metaphorical Shame Gun.

In the end, Ridill tried to identify a smell and ended up destroying her Science Closet. A failure of critical proportions, indeed.

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BEHOLD THY ORBS

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tried to design my own miku. okay

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its rude to reblog things from people you arent mutuals with fyi. :/

💀 my brother in christopher

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