Arknights answered every one of my prayers at once, finally a fucking welfareknights vanguard that actually generates passive DP, I’m fucking free. I’m saved. I can play the video game now. I also want her to punch through my skull like a piece of plywood but that’s so much less relevant
Rogue Trans Void Witch
- she/her
To evolve, to flourish.
To let die that which makes you dead.
My short fiction
Tag for my longform posts.
idle thought: I would love for the generally creatively stale survival craft genre to get like... make a game and hire a metallurgy historian on your dev team to really spice things up. There's all sorts of other non copper/iron/silver metals that were used in metallurgy back in the day. where's my fuckin knives made of bismuth alloy, that was actually a thing. You could make shit so much cooler by bringing a wider sense of history (though that's true of most games)
I would love more influences of old/medieval in media to draw upon greater historical detail. Every time I hear that a popular way of handling an aspect of worldbuilding is drawn from D&D or some other source younger than my grandparents I end up wondering what's being passed up in favor of these shorthands.
Musical Guardian Synth-Metal kicked off her boots and went to make herself some coffee after a long solo mission.
The whole Musical Guardian Anti-Carceral Magical Squad thing was going pretty cool in her opinion, on account of her not being in jail. Still, the finer points of de-escalation and non-violent engagement were not her... strong points, as such. Always nice to get to just go blast a big mindless monster with lightning.
Grindcore, Deep Funk, and Phoebe had set up a conspiracy board type thing in the kitchen, and were stressing over a map of the city with various locations crossed off. They were also hogging the coffee pot.
"What's uh. What's this?" She asked, kissing Phoebe gently on the top of her head and gesturing at the chaos.
"We have a little bit of a world-ending situation." Phoebe explained, sighing. "You may have noticed that it's raining blood."
"I picked up on that, yeah." Synth-Metal said, nodding. "Is this a situation that calls for my talents?"
Phoebe shook her head. "Nah. Really all we need to do is interrupt the cultists that are trying to summon fucking Cthaaproq, the Great Annihilator, and then once the ritual is interrupted gently convince them that maybe there are other solutions to their problems than destroying the universe." She gestured at the map. "But we dunno where they are. So, big problem."
Synth-Metal kept nodding slowly. That did sound like a big problem. She squinted and put her hand to her forehead.
"Wait, Cthaaproq, that's the fuckin' uhhh, Void that Hates guy, yeah?"
The three looked at eachother, than at her.
"Yes? Why?" Asked Grindcore.
"Okay, one sec." Synth-Metal said, pulling out her phone.
that just doesn't happen to be one of them