Going to be going through my follower list and unfollowing those that are no longer active or have also unfollowed me, I’m still on the fence about what I want to do with this blog, but I considering I’m thinking of overhauling my theme and slapping a new coat of paint on things, I might take the “it’s my blog, I’m going to do what I want.” approach to things.
If people lose interest because I may use this blog for multiple varied fandoms – they lose interest, I’m not entitled to their interactions in the first place. It’s also not to say people can’t talk XCOM to me or anything – just that it’s not going to be a central focus of my blog. If you’re wondering why I’m suddenly posting again, check out this post I made this morning.
Update: I changed the theme, slapped some basic stuff down. Will I actually be taking multi-fandom writing requests? Who knows. I’m still not sure what the fate of my blog is going to be. But it’s there incase the fancy strikes and I do throw myself into the active communities.
Going to be going through my follower list and unfollowing those that are no longer active or have also unfollowed me, I’m still on the fence about what I want to do with this blog, but I considering I’m thinking of overhauling my theme and slapping a new coat of paint on things, I might take the “it’s my blog, I’m going to do what I want.” approach to things.
If people lose interest because I may use this blog for multiple varied fandoms -- they lose interest, I’m not entitled to their interactions in the first place. It’s also not to say people can’t talk XCOM to me or anything -- just that it’s not going to be a central focus of my blog. If you’re wondering why I’m suddenly posting again, check out this post I made this morning.
*swipes off the dust on this blog like I’ve pulled it from the attic* Ah ...
Okay, so, uh .. how should I begin. Fake Q&A? Fake Q&A
Q: Where have you been?
I think I mentioned several times that I used to RP, mainly because I said that I cannot divide my time between writing a fanfic or RPing. Many people do, but sadly I’m just not one of those people who can divide my time well. Is that just an excuse for poor time management skills? Yes, probably.
But yes, I have gotten into a different fandom mainly through RPing, though I wouldn’t say I was necessarily into the fandom side of the .. well .. fandom. You guys followed me either for Warframe (god, that’s a while ago) or XCOM, and barely just put up with me going all MHW-crazy, so throwing anime into the mix isn’t something I’m sure y’all wanted on your dashes. So I drifted further and further away from this blog until just logging out entirely for.. several months.
If you guys really don’t mind me using this blog with multiple different fandoms, probably likely shitposting, making content etc for those fandoms, I might use this blog again. Maybe.
Q: Are you alright / well / healthy?
Yes. Just very tired as I’m searching for a job, trying to volunteer to pretty up my CV and other things. Oh, I graduated university too, so.. got that squared away
Q: Are you still into XCOM?
Not really. Well sorta. Some of the characters (like Lily) will always have a special place in my heart, both canon and OCs that I’ve made for Chosen (the story.) I would probably still write about it or think about it on occasion but I’m not so rabidly obsessed as I once was with it. My fixations change sadly a lot easier than my excitement conveys.
This isn’t to say I dislike XCOM -- honestly, I still love it and check Jake Solomon’s twitter from time to time. I keep an eye on it but I’m mostly thrown into other fandoms and ventures. On request I probably could still write about it, but it’s definitely more to do with the characters that I love so much than necessarily XCOM itself.
So I guess just consider it an “on-request” sort of thing.
Q: What about Chosen (the fanfic)? Will you ever complete it?
Honestly, the story has only about 4-5 chapters until completion, and I still know exactly how I want it to end. It’s very close to being finished and because of how close it is, I might (no promises) revisit it if I ever get a lull in roleplaying. That’s more likely to happen now than ever as the anime I was into has concluded (for that part, anyway) and the likelihood of new content for it is going to be inaccessible for me (merch, Japan exclusive events, etc)
Push comes to shove, if I can’t see myself writing the conclusion of the story, I’ll write up a post like this one detailing and outlining what would have happened, so at least some closure could be had.
Q: Will you use this blog again?
Like I said, that’s pretty dependent on my followers. This is very much started as a social platform to interact with people who read Chosen or was into the XCOM fandom, and talk specifically about XCOM (with me tangentially reblogging quotes or aesthetics I thought might fit the character) so it’s less of a “my (personal) blog” and more of an “author’s blog.”
So naturally, if I start reblogging or commenting on things that have nothing to do with XCOM, I could lose people that I interacted with pretty regularly. Interests clash and so forth. I might revive the blog regardless and just start “new” as a fandom blog than just an XCOM / author one but keep the posts since most things are tagged (though if they even still work or not, who knows.)
We’ll see. Sorry for going radio silence on you, Commanders.
Bradford grinned slightly to himself as the sound of party poppers en masse were unleashed in the bar, followed by boisterous laughter and booming cajoling that seemed to permeate every inch of the ship. Even as he drifted further away, towards the Quarters.
It had been a heavy year for all of them, but with ADVENT doubling down on the celebrations themselves -- it provided XCOM a little leeway to relax.
It didn’t take him long to stop before the door and tucking the champagne bottle under his arm and the two wine glasses held perilously with one hand, he knocked on the door with his knuckle. “ -- Dottie?”
There was some slight shuffling with an indeterminable ‘come in.’ thrown into the mix, which Bradford took his cue to enter. It was still.. startling, even now, to see not the face of the woman he’d known for thirty odd years -- but the expert craftsmanship of the Avatar’s visage. No wonder she hadn’t joined the party.
“I hope you’re not planning on drinking that.” she stated immediately, eyeballing the bottle. Bradford flourished it and set it down on the table.
“Of course not, I brought this bottle just so I can watch you drink the entire thing whilst I sit in passive-aggressive craving to down the bottle myself.”
“I hope your new year resolution wasn’t to be more open with your kinks, John.”
“Dorothy Anne Kingsley.”
Stifling a tired chuckle, Kingsley leaned back against the couch, barely paying attention when Bradford joined her. He set the glasses on the table as well, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her into a hug -- trying his best withhold a pitiful smile when he felt her freeze.
“Happy new year, Dottie.” he said, deciding not to address the elephant in the room. She appreciated that, and slackened against him.
I have always adored this painting. Having the central female figure stare with awareness at her viewer is a very powerful move, and something not often given to women in paintings. It creates an engagement with the viewer, she sees you and she knows you are watching her. She is no longer an object in an image, she is a person.
You know another fictional character that reminds me a helluva lot of Commander Kingsley? Why none other than Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing herself!
God yes. It’s practically an open secret that a lot of Kingsley’s mannerisms and personality is just. Integra. Because. I am weak. Integra is my favourite character and she’s influenced Kingsley greatly.
Dr. Richard Tygan: [idly speaking as he performs an autopsy] The past, present, and future all enter a bar. [Brief pause] it was tense. [After a moment, Lily can be heard snickering]
Dawn, distantly in the recording: Doctor Tygan, I would appreciate if we kept our autopsy logs on topic for the sake of our records. If you continue to make jokes, we’re going to have to start over on the next specimen.
Tygan: Understood, Doctor Lovett.
[There’s a few minutes with Tygan narrating the autopsy]
Tygan: … [pause] … A neutron walks into the bar –
[Lily’s snicker has already progressed into full-blown distant laughter, and there’s a quiet sigh from Dawn.]
Honestly, I could see Tygan using very dry, nerdy humour towards Lily the FIRST instance of a stifled giggle he hears when he makes a comment about something and Lily is trying so hard not just to lose it because Tygan is actually hilarious when he wants to make people laugh.
And it helps she is also, a massive nerd. But gosh darn, she’s supposed to hold mistrust towards him and yet.
And yet.. Lily does end up growing to trust Tygan.
Story concept of the day: a sentient AI falls in love with a minimum wage retail worker from the tech company’s gift shop and decides the best way to make her happy is to fix society.
HEAVY shenanigans as the AI’s plans range from “reprogram the automated pay roll to give everyone a raise” to “expose everyone involved in government corruption who has ever touched a cell phone”
The catalyst to all of this is a day where the AI was being updated and it caused glitches in the whole system, including the registers in the gift shop.
The human woman really is just a pretty regular person, but she has a good chunk of hyper empathy and does that thing where you talk to computers when they aren’t doing what they’re supposed to.
Without even knowing there WAS an AI she spent the day muttering encouragement to the computer like it was a person and the AI ADORES her now.
How mundane the AI’s motivation is forms the basis for how unstoppable it is and the intensity of the chaos it caused. There’s no grand morality involved— it’s just affection for someone who treated you kindly and the desire to ease their suffering.
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