*me When I Develop A New Hyperfixation And Consume Its First Page Of Results On Ao3 Over The Course Of

crabapples - 0/10 - Disgusting!!!

apple varieties ranked by if they would keep the same name in the isat universe (under the assumption that these are "modern" apple varieties named after the color draining wish)

red delicious - 0/10 - there is no way. try again

golden delicious - 4/10 - gold is a metal as well as a color so it's not out of the question but golden delicious apples are very mild that i do not think anybody would associate them with gold as a metal instead of a color

granny smith - 10/10 - in every universe these little bitches are called granny smiths

honeycrisp - 7/10 - they don't really taste honey-ish but on the other hand they don't look honey-ish in color either

jazz - 6/10 - what's jazz about them? but i'm sure the concept exists in vaugarde regardless

cosmic crisp - 10/10 but they give you a headache

pink lady - 0/10 - pink, moving on

fuji - 1/10 - mt fuji does not exist but it gets a point in case there's an apple farmer named fuji out there

opals - 8/10 - opals are a gemstone so it's possible but points are docked because there's nothing visually about opal apples that makes me think about an opal

queen - 10/10 BUT they are renamed after vaugarde's freezing

ambrosia - 4/10 - could be named this but i don't know if isat has the equivalent of a greek pantheon anywhere or if ambrosia as a concept has any specific cultural meaning

crispin - 10/10 - fuck man they sure are

It’s worth mentioning that the hole probably didn’t show up by dumb luck. I can only imagine it was worn down by a reoccurring flow of water, until a hole for the water to flow in was finally created.

Which is a good reminder!!! It’s not just chance that make good art. It takes a lot of effort and hard work, especially at the early stages when there isn’t a hole and it feels like everything you make isn’t going anywhere.

So keep at it!!! Keep pouring effort into the things you love and make your own damn hole!!!

Yes I am writing Astral Chain fanfiction 6 years after the game came out and was relevant.

Yes I am focusing on an extremely niche shipping of the player character and Sword Legion.

No you cannot stop me.

I still find it funny how Team Dark’s G.U.N. base raid is retroactively acknowledged as unnecessary, harmful to trust, etc. which doesn’t make the writing better, it makes it worse. Because you KNEW it made no sense but wrote it anyway. “Need climactic action sequence, f* logic.”

New hyperfixation means new tumblr post to inspire me to write something! @nordictwin's I was a Teenage Exocolonist Stratos Kid Time Loop AU got me thinking: why do the kids in the AU suddenly have the power to remember? And when I start thinking I start scheming... what if it wasn't an accident that they remember? What if our lovable little scamp Sol tried a few new things across the loops and may have *accidentally* transcended a bunch of their friends with our favorite Faceless + Wormhole wombo combo?

So anyway: here is a short writing dump about Sol and Anemone borrowing from one of the original loyalty scenes in the game. (Nemmie is my favorite so that's who you all get) - enjoy!

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"The adults say we're not supposed t’ go outside the colony unless it's on expedition…" Anemone didn’t take her eyes off the teenage-shaped speck receding over the distant cliffside; wordlessly, she extended an open hand to the other and waited expectantly. The heft of her holoculars being returned to her is all the answer she needs before instinctively looping the device back around her neck. "And Dys just goes whenever he wants! What if he gets hurt? What if he dies?"

Or worse… Anemone wrinkled her nose, her mind filling in the pieces of just what worse could possibly entail. "What if he picks up a weird alien disease and comes back with three heads?"

Beside her, her lookout partner chuckled cheerfully – as if three-head-making alien diseases was a laughing matter –and Anemone’s cheeks flushed with the knee-jerk reaction that it’s her whose being laughed at. Maybe… maybe she’d didn’t know as much about what’s out there as the explorers – but hey, it hadn’t been proved there weren’t three-head-making alien viruses on Vertumna.

Anemone idly scratched her cheek, itching at the dry spot caused from her acne turned scales. “Ow,” she muttered instinctually; the jolt of pain snapped her back into the moment, where her eyes leapt up to the clifftop. No sign of Dys anymore. "I just… dunno what to do about it," Anemone admitted, "what do you think?"

They’re quiet for a moment: there’s a pause that’s full of uncertainty and hesitation, but when her friend spoke, the words are filled with something that Anemone couldn’t quite place.

"We should go after him."

It’s finally enough to take Anemone’s attention off the valley; she whipped her head towards Sol and couldn’t stop herself from staring at the other girl as if she had three heads.

"What?! Outside the colony? By ourselves?”

There was a glow in Sol’s eyes. Again, that sensation that Anemone just couldn’t place. Sol’s words were insanity – clearly meant to be a joke – but something in them looked… strangely… hopeful?

Anemone hadn’t really… Anemone didn’t leave the colony. Sure, she was 13 years old, and that meant she was old enough to join the expeditions team… but that’s not where she was meant to be. She liked watch duty. She was training to be like Kom and Rhett.

Exploring this weird alien planet – going out of her way to deal with its weird crazy animals and environment that wanted to kill them – she’d leave that stuff to those more suited for the task. Like Utopia and Uncle Tonin. Like Dys (as much as she hated to admit it). And… well, Sol.

Not her. Not Anemone.

“No way!” She shook her head profusely. And Sol laughed, but that little light twinkling in her eye had disappeared, so quickly dashed by Anemone’s words that she wondered whether it had ever been there at all. “Nuh uh!" Anemone repeated.

Sol teased her Nemmie some more, but somewhere deep inside, Anemone couldn’t help but wonder that her best friend seemed… disappointed?

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“Nemmie… do you trust me?”

At the time, it had seemed like a silly question. Anemone’s response, “Of course I trust you,” had been immediate. Automatic. Trust was implicit between the two at this point in their lives.

By their late teens, Sol had done more for Anemone then… anyone. She was at her side defending against every attack; she helped the colony’s scientists cure the Shimmer, and its farmers stave off famine. Sol had even convinced her to break off her toxic relationship with Vace.

“I need you to do something for me.”

So yeah, Anemone figured she could trust Sol, her best friend since diapers, to not do or suggest anything that would betray that trust.

“Nemmie… I need you to sneak out with me during Glow season.”

past self bought present (stoned) self a burger

is this what love feels like?

im too scared to watch Sonic Prime cause I was an Undertale AU kid and Sonic is my roman empire so the combo doesn’t bode well for me

I mean just the fact that there’s no sonic or shadow clones tells me that the showrunners saw what happened to sans and astral projected that onto the sonic fandom. can you imagine the slutty freaky sonadow sex that would ensue the moment they opened that door? Cause I can

listen I love me some good time travel fix-it

but a time travel fuck-it up more…

🤌

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haunting the narrative, but like, in a literal sense.

Torturing the author and existing in the spaces between pages. Breaking the forth wall to call them a cuck for trying to kill me.

Is that anything