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History precise Altidiya

I don't know who to tag, or how

starting a picrew chain bc i found one that has tons of options for outfits and such

here is the link

so here’s a biblically accurate atlas for you folks

fun fact i have this exact outfit ^_^

no pressure tags: @gently-decaying-flowers @tellme-o-muse @gayoticbeing @xgirlidiotx @trying-to-be-cool-abt-it @bassguitarinablackt-shirt @dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies @astraeasparrow @fakevariety @mack-anthology-mp3 @my-cages-were-mental and anyone else who’d like to!!

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Imgonna draw rolang celebrating angelas birthday with her oh m ygoddgod om tuogid oh mg god <- she is not ok they are losing their mind

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it would be quite silly iff i afdxed a quote from the book wouldnt it

@scriptum-pandemonium thanks for. reminding me about the last line in the book

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Alex's Office (Fixer Office)

Office's Grade: Grade 7 Operator: Alex Members: 5 Fixers Located: District 24

A newborn office, they have climb the grade system quickly for only a year of working.

The office was created by Alex, a young X Corp feather that has the privilige of a father with enough influence to finance his adventure on Fixer work.

Trained by the best training offices on the Nest, the young fixer prove himself worthy to the Hana, quickly climbing to Grade 8, 7 and 6.

Alex's Office is then created as a simply "safe" entertaiment for Alex, that wanted to give some adventure to his sister Alexandra. Having a safety net on the money from their father that has buy multiple back up bodies if they screw up in some moment.

In this very informal tone, Office only hires people with "Alex" on their name as their "theme", Alex at the Head with Alexandra as his co-operator. With the three other being Alexander, Alexios, Alexis. While this started as a joke, it also has become the opportunity for very young and inexperienced Fixers -Alexis in specific- to find an office willing to hire them for good pay.

The Office only deals with small jobs that in the best of cases are categorized as Urban Myth by the Hana Association, most of them uncategorized on the abstract level of Canard. Each member being free to specialize on their own equipment and mostly do as they please on their missions.

Due to this, they haven't use their back up bodies, at all. The training of Alex making sure he can keep protecting and having fun with their friends. But not all of them are on this as a game, while Alexis -the youngest of the group- is happy and feeling comfortable with Alex, Alexios wants more challenges and looks for dangerous cases to solve, while Alexander -the oldest of the group- seems to be tired and even frustrated to how the group look at Fixer work like tourists.

Alexandra, in the other hand, appreciates the effort of her brother, but isn't happy with this life. Only keeping at it because her brother excitment.

Notes: Most people that voted for anything that isn't everything wanted to see Fixer Offices. And so, I wanted to at least start with it.

I don't have any idea if this is enough. One part of me wanted to go deeper on more technical stuff like tactics and equipment. When designed for TTRPG, these guys were the most anti-synergistic possible, Alex doesn't demand any theme except having "Alex" in the name, and due to the low risk they tend to move, every one of them has take a different approach to fighting.

But I find that could become too long/cumbersome?

In any case, this Office was created mostly as a joke. The idea that every member of the Office is called "Alex" and that no matter if players kill them, they will reappear because they almost unlimited access to back up bodies.

But it also has the fundations for become more serious or intriguing as more times they appear. Players will be probably the first to kill them, experiencing dead isn't cute even more for sheltered and fortunate feathers. Alexis isn't ready to die even if he can come back, and Alex is very caring, so if he empathize with the suffering of his coworkers, man is quick to take the path of vengeance.

But well, first Office of the month.

#Alti's City #headcanon #limbus company #fanfic

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One PM Thing a day: Planing ahead

So, before starting I need to clarify I will be using "Alti's City" as the hashtag after thinking a lot on it because my bigger thing when doing fanfic or writting headcanons for TTRPG is "this is my version of the City"

I'm happy to discuss, talk about themes and share the reasoning behind some groups and people that will appear here. But if someone looks at this as gospel, I can only invite them to take advantage of the incredible world that Project Moon has created!

Other important things to clarify for anyone interested is:

All my headcanons and fanfics in general are after the WNDD event and the ending of LoR, assuming 5 years after the ending of LoR [My headcanon is that Limbus take place 10 years after the end of LoR, based on some discussions around Walpurgis]

Some post will name other posts, one of things I like to do when writting is that everything is connected in some form. You will not find "Corporation on their island that doesn't interact with anyone"

I'm a very unoriginal person, inspirations from history, stories, games and even jokes will appear. But I consider myself talent in using the PM paint and in building upon the works of others. All of this is fanfic after all.

I'm not a visual artist, so, I don't have any drawings about what the hell I will be talking about.

I hope you enjoy this month of headcanons and simply my sharing the multiple factions I have planned, scrap or simply assume that exist for my PM inspired TTRPG sessions.

First post should appear in like... an hour, maybe two.

#Alti's City #headcanon #limbus company #fanfic

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hey guys who wants to say hi to my little trans coded sentient ai oc (i love them so much)

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The interesting thing is that if she took Fixer work going from Office to Office, that means she wasn't that dead center on killing Ahab UNTIL Limbus tell her she will be able to do it. That is also part of a curiosity I have on why Ishmael Canto doesn't show her recruitment...

What happens in between the events of Ishmael’s backstory and the events of Limbus?

Since I’m working on a PMV, animatic, whatever you call it of Ishmael’s backstory, I’ve been facing against this exact question.

[LIMBUS COMPANY: CANTO V SPOILERS BELOW THIS LINE]

As most of the video is going to focus on the events in Ishmael’s backstory that happen before the Pallid Whale swallows the Pequod, up until after the lyrics “Now that existence is on the wake // Let’s see what we can make”, the remaining parts of the animatic are going to focus on what happens right after.

In Moby-Dick, Ishmael states that the events of the book happened a few years ago. And in Limbus, Ishmael says the same thing— that she became the only known survivor of the Pequod being swallowed whole by the Whale a few years before the events of Limbus Company.

So the question is: What happened during those few years?

In Ishmael’s promo video, she says that she began jumping from Office to Office after returning from the Pequod’s voyage on the Great Lake. So, we’ve got that figured out— she continued doing fixer work with the Fixer license granted to her when she joined the Pequod’s crew.

But, if you’re like me, and like to overthink things, you’re probably wondering: “Hey, how did Ishmael get back to solid ground, anyway? Wasn’t she just hanging onto Queequeg’s floating, empty coffin for dear life?”

Well, we… don’t actually have an answer for that, not yet. At least… not a canon one, anyway.

But I do have my own headcanon.

In Moby-Dick, Ishmael is rescued by another ship—The Rachel—after the Pequod sinks.

So that’s what I imagine happens to Ishmael in Limbus: she’s found by another ship, most likely another whaling ship, and once the crew of that ship determine she isn’t being pallidified, they take her aboard and bring her back ashore.

But that’s just a theory. A GAME THEO—

okay okay i’m sorry lmao but yeah. That’s what I think happens. Anyways I’m gettin some fabric for the ~Ardor Blossom Jakt~ so farewell for now!!!! And thanks for reading.

#ishmael swim all the great lake to earth

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Output and Ranting

This is my first Tumblr rant and it is about how I feel tired of people and myself and my creative output [funny knowing my plans for february, but it will make more sense as I write down my thoughts, I suppose, maybe I'm just contradictory]

I'm a really passionate person, about every creative project I have or I participate, even if indirectly. I sit down to think about implications, I create connections, I think about themes, tones, and philosophical distinctions. All of this is in my writting [both for creative writting or for TTRPG writting].

And people seems to like it. At least I feel they enjoy it and I receive compliments about it. So, I understand that level of passion and dedication and taking it seriously is worth it, that people will like it.

But then, people know me. Not my work, but me. And they seem to always... dislike it?

And I don't refer that I'm a horrible person and they discover it, but they dislike my creative process itself. If I start to ramble about philosophycal implications, about what statistics are saying and about what is the logic behind each argument I give on a point...

"You are taking it too seriously", "It is too phylosophic", "As long it is fun, you don't need to criticize it"

And I don't get it, sincerely.

Why people like my shit then?

Everything that people hate about me is everything that allows the things that people supposedly likes exist

Is courtesy? In reality people hate my work but because we are friends they say they like it?

Maybe is the other way around, they just want to be friends because what I do, even if they despise me

Maybe is just that caring doesn't matter, I don't know

But I'm tired of talking with people, again, because again I feel like the stupid autistic child that takes things too seriously. That I dedicate too much to my stuff.

#rant post #ttrpg

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youyre never gonna guess what i started working on today

(guess) (please guess) (im like a kid about to show their mom a drawing of her they made at school, hiding the paper behind their back)

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So me

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YOU KNOW SOMETHING I ALWAYS WANTED TO DO?

There is always this stuff like "Inktober" were people with actual talent do one piece of art each day. But I always had problems looking for something like that for writers.

But now, I can do wathever I want on Tumblr [I think (?] and I feel very inspired on a written mood. So, I was thinking on using February [my birthday month] to start doing something that keeps my creative juice going. With a clear focus on Project Moon City and Outskirts

So, I'm making this for two reasons. First, if a person crazy with headcanons wants to join me on this journey. But also to decide about what to do it.

I accept suggestions <3

#headcanon #library of ruina #project moon #limbus company #lobotomy corporation #I suppose I will need a tag for this

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Have y'all seen this 😭

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Reblog if people are literally ALWAYS allowed to make fanart/headcanons of your characters and tag you!

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It sounds like you are making an Ardor Blossom Star Ishmael's Bomber Jacket. But is just a hunch

im totally not cooking something up. and its definitely not ardor blossom star ishmael’s jacket. yeah. nope. i definitely didnt just buy two different bomber jacket sewing patterns so i could Frankenstein them together. and make a few adjustments. and add a couple of details. no siree. im definitely not going to wear it 24/7 and by “it” i mean nothing because im not making anything

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For the dwellers of the City, there is only Light.

After the White Nights and Dark Days, everything has changed and everything remained the same. People is more emotional, more aware of their own unhapiness, some even outright revolutionaries...

They don't know Him, they haven't hear the message.

When Him reach our building, we were defensive. That is what the Zwei always do. I recognize some weapons, some styles of fighting... So many different Syndicates, without their uniforms.

But it become clear once I heard his eyes. One message...

Hear His Gaze Look at His Voice

And I understand.

I can see what Him wants from me. I can hear what Him feels for me. Is intoxicating.

I found myself. And I will help Him on helping everyone on this City.

He is my Light.

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Mostly me exploring and rambling about a concept around another phenomenon that co-exist with the Distortion Phenomenon.

In general, after GMing a lot, one part of me is frequently annoyed by the obsession with the Lobotomy Corporation - Carmen related stuff when doing fanfiction [EGO, Distortion, the Light in general], mostly because I find the City is fascinating enough to explore A LOT more.

Offices, Corporations, Outskirts, Cults, Syndicates, Fingers, Associations, Workshops, and the list goes on and on and on.

So, I also get obsessed with the idea that the "Distortion Phenomenon" is called like that because there had and exist other Phenomenons, by other names.

This is the story of a victim of a phenomenon of a man with blue serpentine eyes. His gaze can be hear, and his voice can be seem. The minds of those that are touch by his blessing forever changed.

#limbus company #library of ruina #headcanon #project moon #fanfic

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The Fistfighter finds herself in a place all too familiar to her.

The smell of smoke and the crisp, frigid air permeates her entire being, filling her with a dread that she can’t quite remember the source of. But she will remember. She always does. Even if she doesn’t want to, the Fistfighter will surely find out. And always in the hard way.

The Fistfighter hears hurried footsteps and gasping breaths. It’s only when she stops running that she remembers that they’re hers. But that doesn’t make any difference, because to her, there’s a more important matter at hand—

—the Phantom who stands in front of her.

The Fistfighter says the same thing every time she finds herself in this situation. Her lips part to utter two simple words; a statement of disbelief that turns into a realization:

“It’s you.”

The Phantom smiles sadly, standing on the street, hands in the pockets of her dark green coat. Her emerald eyes are just as radiant as the Fistfighter remembers.

Not that she can help remembering.

And then, the Phantom responds, dismissing the Fistfighter’s short, hushed murmur.

“…Looks like you’ve gotten yourself into a bit of trouble, huh, Marsha?”

That was an understatement and they both knew it. The Fistfighter made a horrible mistake, and the Phantom was quite aware of the gravity of the affair. Everyone was, in fact. Everyone was aware of the consequences of poking a slumbering beast with a stick.

And it just so happened that the Fistfighter had done just that. She had prodded a beast awake. A beast known to everyone as the Middle.

And everyone knows what happens when you mess with the Middle.

The Fistfighter found herself unsure of how to reply. Even if she had tried to speak, the thundering of her own heartbeat would’ve drowned out the sound, her words being crushed by the endless ocean of her fear. Even so, she attempted to respond.

“I’m sorry, Misha.”

This was nothing but a memory of the day that the Fistfighter could never forget, no matter how much she wanted to. She vividly recalled the Phantom’s response, how she looked at her with such sorrow, while her lips were curved into a regretful, knowing smile. 

They both knew how this would end.

“It’s okay, Marsha. Save yourself. I’ll take care of things.”

Screams began to ring out into the air, and the sound of crunching snow underneath several sets of feet. Cries of pain, begs for mercy. The sounds are deafening to the Fistfighter, for in the end, blood will be spilled because of her actions.

And so, the Fistfighter, a coward, does what a coward always does— She ran away. 

Ran away, to find herself awake in her bed in a cold sweat. Underneath sheets that aren’t quite warm enough for her liking.

The Fistfighter sat up, and turned to face her bedside table. The alarm clock read 3:26 AM. The Fistfighter just stared at it blankly. She didn’t want to go back to sleep.

Because she knew that if she did, she’d just find herself reliving the events of that day again.

And she wants to forget.

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felt like sharing some oc lore through a little fic. me when the ghosts of my past keep haunting me for my past mistakes am i right you guys

i’m letting you figure out who this story is about by yourself. first to guess correctly via Asks gets bragging rights /hj

#GM Takes Notes deviously

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Moirai is insane, right? [And my take on the Weavers]

Like, just look at this girl

But why I talk about Moirai?

On the first place, because I love the Index and the logic and philosophy behind the Prescripts. Also, I have players that have interest on what will be my take on the Weavers, and so for those that find this Tumblr, here you will have my answer.

On second place, because she is a girl, and I like girls.

But yeah, I assume that everyone that is familiar with Library of Ruina is familiar with Moirai being insane. The woman doesn't have contact with human beings from years, disregards any empathy or concern for Yan wellbeing, and knowing the truth, still believes blindly on the orders of self-generated papers.

The girl is insane... right?

But we see that the Prescripts are somewhat omniscient. They know what to do for their benefit. And there is something that I feel that Index fails to see [or maybe, simply don't care], maybe the Prescripts only look for their benefits, not for the benefit of the "Index".

And we know that when confronted with the truth, Yan end up distorting. The weight of knowledge destroying him and his sense of self. And Moirai helps to do it.

From this, starts my theory

How are Weavers selected? They are the biggest invesment that the Prescripts could do. A Weaver needs to be a person capable of understand the truth, remain loyal to them, and be changed by the truth in the correct way.

I think that last part is the most important. It is impossible to not be affected by the truth of the Prescripts. But is very possible for people to have a variety of reactions and accept their position.

So, the most important thing about Weavers is how they are changed by the realization of the truth. Moirai taking a logical, uncaring, and almost cynical personality. But what others reactions can be there?

When a weaver appear, one needs to think constantly in that they were selected by the Prescripts and they know the truth long before everyone else. They are already broken and processed.

So, is Moirai insane for trying to rationalize it?

Or is more insane the Weaver that takes the truth as obvious? The Weaver that is happy of the meaningless of free will, even stopping eating without a Prescript ordering it, and that Prescript always appearing.

And they were selected because, the day someone meets them, that exact way of breaking down is what the Prescripts need you to receive. The final push towards their objective.

#headcanon #library of ruina #limbus company