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#There is a survival mechanic
ventique18 · 28 days
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Book 7, Chapter 7, Episode 111
(MALLEUS APPEARS AGAINSD ASHJDD SADLSDLADSJKASD)
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Ortho: "No way... Brother, do you really think that black haze is "Ortho"?"
Ortho: "No! You have to leave this place quickly! You can't get caught by that black haze!"
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Ortho?: "Don't think of anything anymore. Iddy, you're just tired from too much gaming... You should get some sleep."
Idia starts falling asleep, but the real Ortho keeps shouting for him not to. But still, he falls asleep and gets transported into a dream within a dream...
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Idia: "... Wha, I... Why am I in ceremonial robes, in the courtyard?"
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???: "Is that person over there Shroud?"
OH MY GOOOOOD HE'S HERE, HE'S HERE! IT'S IDIA'S CEREMONIAL ROBES VIGNETTE SDAIDIODSA AWOOGA AWOOGA
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Malleus: "So it is Shroud indeed. ... What is it? You look like you've seen a ghost."
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Idia: "Ma, Malleus... What are you doing here?"
Malleus: "What ever do you mean... Is the entrance ceremony not about to start very soon?"
Idia: "Eh? Entrance ceremony?"
Malleus: "Haha... You seem to be half-asleep. Much like our dorm's Silver.
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"Hm? Wait. Hasn't the entrance ceremony, like, ended months ago..."
Malleus: What are you saying? You are to be housewarden today. It's your first entrance ceremony as one."
Idia: "Is... Is that right?"
MALLEUS IS GASLIGHTING IDIA OH MY GOD LOL
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Malleus: "What an odd fellow you are. Well then, let us go to the Mirror Chamber together. It would be quit an improper decorum indeed for third year housewardens like us to be late."
Idia: "Why do I feel like I'm forgetting something important..."
Suddenly, something explodes from afar!
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Idia: "A, a ball of light is floating in the sky... Is that, a meteorite?!"
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Idia: "Wu-wuh, what the hell! Is it hurtling towards me? Is it?!"
THIS IS SENDING ME TO DEATH OMFG! HE HID BEHIND MALLEUS! I CAJKKLDASDS A IDIAAAAA DHISDASIOJKLASD
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Malleus: "That thing... is something "I do not understand"."
Idia: "Wuh-what, what? How are you so calm?! We gotta run for it!"
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Idia: "If that thing hits us, even you'll get K.O.'d in one hit!"
It keeps approaching them, so Idia tries to cast a magic barrier out of desperation. It doesn't do shit though and still causes another explosion.
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"I hope the program that "erases all data in all devices in an emergency" works properly..!"
IDIA IS THIS REALLY THE RIGHT TIME TO HOPE YOUR BROWSING HISTORY GETS DELETED WHEN YOU DIE OH MY GOD.
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"......... Uhm? I'm, I'm alive?"
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???: "Soul Signal Tracking complete. Target acquired."
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Ortho: "Thanks for waiting, big brother! I've come for you!"
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Idia: "Eh?! Who r u?!"
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He sees STYX's emblem on Ortho and asks if he's a brand new mecha suit made by his mom. But then he notices that the thing called him "big brother"...
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Ortho: "I'll explain later. Stand down, big brother."
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Ortho: "There's a scary guy glaring at us."
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Malleus: "What is the meaning of this, Littler Shroud."
Malleus: "You are not supposed to exist in this dream. How did you get in here?"
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Ortho: "Ahaha! Didn't you say it yourself, Mr. Malleus Draconia."
Ortho: "I'm like a ghost; just an intangible electronic data. Do ghosts need a reason to phase through space?"
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Malleus: "Heh... Hahaha! I applaud you for surprising me twice."
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Malleus: "However, the fact that you have intruded in my castle not once, but twice..."
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Malleus: "IS PURE INSOLENCE. MECHANICAL DOLL!"
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Malleus: "AWAY WITH YOU, FOOL!"
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liesandnights · 3 months
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I’m surviving solely on day dreams and fantasies at this point.
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j2h5b5 · 1 year
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There was only one thing that could have dragged Steve out of bed at two in the morning when he was nursing a booze-induced headache and an Eddie Munson-induced heartache.
“We need you,” she said.
He didn’t even bother putting on a jacket.
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Dustin was sloppy, red-eyed and so unsteady that when Steve thunked a strong hand down on his shoulder, he almost lost his balance turning away from the group of asshats he’d taken up with to see who had grabbed him. Some of the drink in his hand sloshed over the sides of the cup and dribbled down the front of his shirt and onto the already filthy kitchen floor.
“Hey, what the—” he began, and then he dragged his gaze up to land on Steve.
There was a time, not so very long ago, when those same eyes would’ve lit up at the sight of his babysitter slash idol slash best friend. He would wrap him in a hug if it had been a day or two since he’d seen him, or sling a companionable arm around him, or punch him good-naturedly in the arm in hopes of initiating a play scuffle, which inevitably ended with him in a headlock getting his mop of curls aggressively tousled because he was just never going to have any kind of athletic edge on Steve.
But now.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” the younger boy asked in a tone so sharp and cold and so very NOT-Dustin that it made Steve’s heart squeeze painfully in his chest.
“Hey, man,” Steve said, aiming for casual if only to keep Dustin from embarrassing himself in front of his new asshat friends. “Can I talk to you? Step outside with me for a sec, okay?”
“Um, no,” Dustin bit out. “This’s my party, i'ss my house. It would be rude to leave my guests.”
“Yeah, since you brought that up … who are these people?” Steve swept his gaze over the Henderson kitchen, which was almost unrecognizable with all of the clutter, displaced furniture, and wasted teenagers. “And Dustin … where’s your mom?”
“Not here.”
“Well yeah, I kind of gathered that. Listen, Dust…”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Are the others here?”
“Oh, you mean the traitors who called and ratted me out to YOU? Who the fuck cares?” His voice lowered to what he seemed to think was a conspiratorial level but was really just an extremely loud stage whisper. “Maybe they tripped and fell and landed their buzzkill asses back in the Upside Down.”
“Okay, that’s it.”
Before Dustin could protest, the cup was plucked from his hand and tossed expertly across the room, over the heads of several unwary drunken youths and into the crusty-dish-crowded sink and he was being towed along behind Steve through the kitchen, the living room, out the front door.
“What the fuck, Harrington? Let go of me! Let go!” Dustin struggled against the vise grip on his bicep but only succeeded in ensuring he’d probably have finger-shaped bruises there tomorrow.
Steve paid him no mind until he had deposited the boy into the passenger seat of his car, slammed the door, and locked it. Then he walked around to the driver’s side, unlocked it only long enough to get in, relocked it, and turned to Dustin.
“First of all,” he began loudly, drowning out Dustin’s sputtering attempts to find the words he wanted to hurl at Steve in his outrage at being manhandled out of his own party. “First of all. Joking about the Upside Down in a room full of strangers? NOT OKAY.”
“They don’t even know what—”
“Not. Fucking. Okay. SECOND, if you ever imply again that one of ours should BE in the Upside Down, you will find yourself with my foot so far up your ass you’ll choke on my shoe, and if you think I’m joking about that, Dustin, try me.”
This time there was only an eye-roll from Dustin, because he kind of didn’t want to try Steve on that point and because he kind of felt bad about saying it.
“Third, your friends are not traitors. They care about you and they’re worried about you; they called me for help because you’re treating them like shit and shut down every attempt they make to help you. Listen, I know I’m not your favorite person right now, Dustin, but you have to let someone help you. You’re not okay, buddy. This isn’t you. And all this shit you’re doing, the drinking and the partying and the pretending not to give a damn? It isn’t going to fix anything. It … it won’t bring him back.”
“Shut up!” Dustin shouted, flinching so hard at the words that he smacked the back of his head against the side window. Steve winced at the sound of skull meeting glass and resisted the urge to reach out and check for blood, or a bump. Dustin seemed not to have noticed that he’d nearly brained himself, infusing his next words with all the venom he could muster. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, Steve. Even if you were right, it’s none of your business what I do! I am none of your business.”
“Don’t say shit like that, Dustin. Of course you’re my business.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah! What are you saying?”
Dustin barked out a humorless laugh. “As much as I’d like to sit here with you and have a heart to heart right now, I have to get back to my guests.”
“No,” Steve snapped, reaching over Dustin to slap down the peg lock when the teen yanked it up. “We’re not done here. Now I can go inside and clear out your house and we can talk there, or you can drop the bullshit and talk to me right now.”
“You’re not shutting down my party.”
“Then we talk here.”
“I have nothing to say to you.”
“Right, sure you don’t. Maybe I can give you some words, then. How about this, Dustin? How about: ‘Hey, Steve, you useless idiot loser, you promised to keep us safe and then you fucked it all up like you always do. The plan didn’t work and Max got hurt and Eddie fucking died, and you couldn’t stop it. I hate you for that, for lying and making us feel safe and telling us it was going to be okay. I can’t even look at you anymore and I hate my friends because they don’t hate you for some reason, but we know, don’t we? We know whose fault it is that we came back a man short. It’s yours, Steve. Yours.’” Steve’s voice was cracked and painful, like he’d been eating gravel and chasing it with cheap whisky and cigarettes. It hurt, that voice. “How’s that, Dust?” he finished, staring unflinching into Dustin’s shocked eyes. “Am I in the ballpark?”
Before Steve could react, Dustin unlocked his door and flung himself out of the car. He was drunk and it was dark, though, and he only made it a few yards before tripping and landing hard on the grass. Steve was on him almost instantly, hauling him up by the arms and scanning him for injuries.
He didn’t see the punch coming, wouldn’t have believed Dustin Henderson capable of such an effective hit, right in the mouth, knocking him back a couple of feet. “Jesus, Dustin!” he shouted, touching his lip and staring dumbfounded when his fingers came away wet with blood. “What the fuck, man?”
“Hit me back.”
“What? No! Dustin, what’s—”
“HIT ME BACK, STEVE! You have to!” Dustin’s voice cracked, the sudden violent burst of emotion threatening to unleash something big and scary and unforgivable. A tidal wave that had a name.
Steve grappled wildly with the boy, trying to grab his flailing arms so he could pin him, but Dustin was surprisingly swift in his current state, and he launched another punch, this one landing heavy in Steve’s gut and socking the breath right out of him.
“HIT ME, STEVE! I KNOW YOU WANT TO, JUST DO IT!”
Fueled by a burst of frustration and a sharper burst of fear (what is this?), Steve recovered enough to trap Dustin’s arms against his body, using his own weight to twist the boy around until he was trapped with his back against Steve, the hold immobilizing him so all he could do was squirm and shout out his fury. “LET ME GO FUCK YOU STEVE WHY WON’T YOU JUST FIGHT BACK YOU ASSHOLE?!”
“Dustin, stop. Stop it. Breathe, Dustin. Take a breath. No, hey, stop. You’re not going anywhere until you calm down for me. Breathe. Shhh, buddy. Breathe,” Steve’s hold was unbudging, his tone stern but soothing. Dustin’s violent struggles gradually slowed, and it took a couple of minutes for Steve to realize that the boy was shaking with silent sobs. And then the sobs became words, almost indecipherable in the wrecked, wretched voice that was rough and strained from screaming.
Every sentence Steve parsed from the stream of horrible self-accusations added another crack to his heart, which couldn’t have been more than a mess of spiderwebbing at this point.
It’s my fault.
He’s dead because of me.
I couldn’t save him.
You loved him, I know you did.
Why don’t you hate me?
Why don’t you hate me?
Why don’t you hate me?
Finally, finally, the words stopped and Dustin sagged, exhausted, in Steve’s arms. Only then did Steve ease up on his hold, but only long enough to turn the boy around and hug him properly. He bent down to bury his face in the unruly curls, his own tears falling unchecked and inconsequential.
“Dustin,” he whispered into the mop of hair. “Oh, Dustin, never.”
And when he realized he didn’t have the right words, he just stopped. He just picked Dustin up and carried him to his car, buckled him into the passenger seat, and told him he would be right back. He had a party to break up, some kids to chase away, and a boy—his boy—to mend.
“You loved him, I know you did.”
With a soul-cleansing breath that sounded more like a sob, Steve made his way back up to the Hendersons’ house.
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emberglowfox · 22 days
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gave gods most edible animal simulator a try again
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oifaaa · 4 months
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I firmly believe no gothamite believes in magic etc in their city and they explain away vampires and werewolves as Gotham Just Being Like That.
Someone from Gotham will see a child turn into a dog not 2 meters away from them and just go fucking metas
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caffeinatedopossum · 10 months
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New emotion unlocked called "vaguely suicidal" which is where none of you know if I'm actually suicidal or not and neither do I
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i will never be not insane about the fact that Ivy's backstory song didn't get archived
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themostuselesspotato · 2 months
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Hello I have Lyf design ideas
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cedarsmoke4 · 2 months
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God’s perfect killing machine has the most luscious lips known to man
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mllekurtz · 11 months
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i'm just. taking a break from work and thinking about the fact that it's been almost two years since the c2 finale and that campaign still has me in a chokehold. i still think about the wizards all the time, which shouldn't surprise anyone but it's still remarkable. just taking a little moment to be in my feelings about them on main, nothing to see here
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neitherabaron · 9 months
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Hello Kofi. My HNOC brainrot is lasting longer than i thought it would be, but I am yet to understand HOW THE HELL DOES FORT GALFRIDIAN WORK. I've spent hours collecting information and I think I generally get how it's shaped and the artificial gravity thing. What I have not absolutely understood is 1. Where do the people live? Are they on the curved part of the cylinder (so they see the sun as a line in the sky) or in the base (which mean that they see just the end of the tube ig)? And 2. How do they travel through the different levels? I'm sorry to have robbed you of your time with my random rambling, thank you for all your work which makes me so happy everyday. Byeeee<3
So the movie Interstellar came out a few months *after* HNOC, but both Fort Galfridian and Cooper Station are variations on the O’Neill cylinder concept (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/O%27Neill_cylinder) so it’s not an original concept to either.
Interstellar is probably the clearest and easiest to find visual example of the main habitable level I can think of. I think this is concept art from the movie:
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So as you can see, the people live inside the inner layer of the cylinder (think the inside of a cardboard tube.) The ground is also the ceiling and it’s all a bit giddy. The whole station spins to generate an artificial gravity effect. The big difference between this picture and Galfridian is that this station has the light source at the extreme end of the cylinder (and presumably at the opposite end too), which would not light the whole station evenly, whereas (according to all of us except Jonny, who obviously has a right to his opinion) Galfridian’s light source is a huge strip that runs from end to end of the cylinder, supported by colossal pylons, providing uniform light and oppressive heat (tube sun).
There are, of course, many lower layers under the ground where a combination of automation and operations crew carry out the essential functions, life support, hydroponics, weapons systems etc. How do they get down there from the habitable layer? The same way you’d get into a basement. Service elevators, stairwells, tunnels.
As Galfridian is broken, and there’s no longer a crew as such, these systems are decaying and wearing down. Some stopped altogether without the GRAIL. As the station’s solar orbit decayed over the years, the very outer levels became so flooded with solar radiation that even the Saxons won’t go that far out.
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unexpectedstormy · 6 months
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Attention Everyone
I love Linked Universe Sky. That is all.
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mintcrepes · 2 months
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The slow and looming realisation I had while playing through the Our Life 2 demo is that this game will do lasting emotional damage when it comes out, can't wait!
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Honey, you've got a big storm coming 💃
fun fact: initially I wanted to draw a spider but tbh they'd be more intrigued by a bagworm than a common ordinary spider 🤔
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thepeacefulgarden · 2 years
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sincerely-sofie · 3 months
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Celebi: "What is holiday what is it for"
Also Celebi: "I can make people smooch this is the best one"
(Referring to these tags on this post:)
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mer1099 · 4 months
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TW CONTENT
Some comicverse goldenheart angst bc I like suffering:
The day Ballister and Ambrosius got really intimate for the first time, Ambrosius had a terrible crisis. The moment Ballister touched him under his clothes, something snapped and Ambrosius suddenly remembered his days in the streets and the things that more than once, as a little child, he was forced to do to get some food. And he's confronted by every single lie he has kept telling everyone (and himself) about his past, his father, etc., during all these years. Because that was his survival mechanism.
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