#memory bubbles

[phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing]

sorry it took me a hot minute to get back to this, i. have been obsessively playing star rail sjgfhf

ive got a good chunk of the bubbles on the space station done, but theres some im gonna need to find on my alt(looked at them before i realized theres not a way to review them) and some others i just didnt get to yet

but yeah heres the link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/18-JqVuxJP44EgWmp2CoYc1HLuHnTXxZP6te302QdEZk/edit

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Link for everyone:

Star Rail Memory Bubbles

Herta’s Space Station Master Control Zone a splendid planet. “Hey, Caro.” The man next to you stares out the porthole at a sparkling, jade-l

[blazingblorbos]

wtf I just found the gayest Memory Bubble in the Space Station (it’s in the Base Zone’s medbay)

I’m going to transcribe it here (because pasting screenshots would be insane of me):

Your neurons are connected to the bones of Mecha No. 16′s arms – the experience has always been uncomfortable. You turn around, ready to complain to your partner, only to find Leah is also staring at you. No words are necessary.

She smiles, then raises her arm. You sense a reaction in your forearm. Like a marionette, you are controlled by invisible strings. You try to resist it, but it hurts. At last, you lift your arm, and the pain lessens as expected.

“You don’t like being controlled by me in this way?” She snickers at you with her head crooked. Blinking her eyes, she sticks up her index and middle fingers and rests both hands on her head, making them look like a pair of rabbit ears. You are forced to do the same and feel embarrassed about it.

You know she is  making fun of you. "Could you not read my mind?” You deliberately crease your forehead and quickly spin around to avoid meeting her eyes. This is not something you are used to doing.

Leah chuckles before inching her face closer. "No. 16 isn’t capable of that." You can feel her warm breath caressing the back of your neck. "Are you blushing? C’mon, you are a girl too."

You decide to steer the conversation away from the awkward topic. “What’s our mission this time?” You grit your teeth, feeling as though there are burning coals in your mouth and your body is on fire. Your voice is cracked.

"Catch that star". She looks up at the light of the star that glides downward outside the cockpit and falls into the ocean, where it is crushed by the waves. You let out a muffled grunt, unable to figure out why she appears so calm.

"You’re scared." She extends her arm in your direction, but your arm does not move in response. It seems like she has cut off the connection. While you are deep in your thoughts, she beckons you over. "Come on," she invites in a serene tone, "let’s do it like the old days.”

You reach out your hand silently. She gently laces your fingers together and holds your hand in a tight grip as usual. She is strong despite her slender and small body...

The stars are still sparkling on the ocean outside the cockpit. Instinctively, you tighten your hold on Leah’s hand to prevent the starlight from slipping through your fingers.

Y’ALL WHAT DID I JUST TYPE.  WHAT IS HOYOVERSE COOKING IN THAT DAMN KITCHEN??????

[muffl-in]

[one-track-daily]

The Nightcrawlers Memory Bubbles (1984)

From the album: Memory Bubbles (The Nightcrawlers)

[bizaron]

Dark Times: Fading Eternity

During a bleak and dark night, an old man is walking through a silent snowy landscape, surrounded by gnarled trees and dusty ruins. His eyes are constantly looking at strange transparent bubbles all around the place, some are as big as a little house, other barely reach the size of a human head and several of them slowly move around. But all of them are filled with some kind of imagery, most of which is moving. As the man walks, he is dressed in an old shabby coat and holding a homemade walking cane, his body is frail but apathetic to the unforgiving winter. He stops for a while, looking at a human-sized bubble with two transparent young people inside, plotting something together while having great time, the same scene repeats again and again, lasting for about five minutes each time when they walk away and suddenly appear back. After watching the same cycle twice, the old man walks to his next stop - a small bubble lying on the ground, depicting a rock with symbols painted on it. "Oh, I remember." the man says and then looks a few meters further from it, the exact same rock is lying there but completely solid and with only a small traces of paint left. He walks very slowly to the rock and picks it from the ground, then puts it in the bubble, trying to match the position of the projection. The old man then sits on a decaying stump surrounded by a huge bubble projecting a sinister shaped tree with several carved pictures in it. Looking around, he sees dozens of bubbles, some containing people and animals, others just objects and a few meters from where he is sitting, a much more clearer but still transparent imagery can be seen – it is an old man standing and looking around, the same one that is sitting on the stump right now but with fewer wrinkles and a less shabby coat.

After staring at this projection for a while, he pulls out a plastic bag full of pills from his pocket. They are all filled with some kind of transparent substance, behaving like a fluid without the restrains of gravity, just moving around in the pills. The man puts one in his mouth and bites in it, holding the strange liquid for a minute, then swallowing it. "They taste cold." The man thinks for himself as a bubble starts forming around him, containing his exact slightly transparent copy inside. Then, he walks away far enough to see how a bubble with the image of him sitting on a stump is trapped inside another much more transparent bubble containing an evil looking tree. His next station is a child-sized bubble inside a ruin of what used to be a small shack, depicting a little boy looking around, holding a piece of wood. Several other bubbles with different objects such as diaries, toys and even bricks are floating in the air, these are the most transparent bubbles from them all, they could be easily overlooked by someone not directly looking for them. "If I only remembered how it felt." goes through the man's head as he stares at all the bubbles surrounding him. Time came for him to visit the very last place in this white valley of fading gray bubbles on a dark background. With certain effort, the man walks on the highest hill that provides him with a clear view on all the ruins, fallen trees and transparent bubbles, some of which are moving around the place in fixed directions. Then, he turns around to look at twelve other bubbles, some of which contain lying people with closed eyes and other animals with closed eyes as well. Each of the bubbles also contains a solid and heavy gravestone with carved words such as "Adventurer," "Companion" or "Spark." Just one word is on each grave. Staring at the bubbles, the man says: "If I only could ever create more." Then, he slowly walks away, leaving a trail of tracks in the snow.

[silent-screaming-prophet]

MAN LYON DON’T KNOW SHIT ABOUT EXPLAINING MY RELIGION. :o(

MY INVERTABROTHER WEREN’T JUST SOME FOLLOWER, HE WAS THE MESSIAHS. EACH ANGEL OF DOUBLE DEATH HAD A MIRTHFUL MESSIAH WHO WOULD COME TO END THE WORLD IN THEIR NAMES, AND GAMZEE WAS BOTH A THEM MOTHERFUCKERS AT ONCE. HE WAS AS CLOSE TO AN ANGEL AS A MOTHERFUCKING MORTAL TROLL COULD GET.

[silent-screaming-prophet]

This is Lyon, I’m a system mate of Kurloz’s, I’m going to make the post for him because if he’s going to document important things like these they need to be readable, dammit.

On the subject of Kurloz’s religion, and indeed, the religion of all subjuggulators...

The two main deities of the religion were the angels (sometimes called gods) of double death, which were based on Caliborn and Calliope. The idea was that they were two halves of a perfect, immortal being, constantly at war with one another but constantly in balance. In order to become like them, perfectly balanced and holy, one would have to die twice. In order to deserve a second death, one would have to devote themselves to embodying both the angels at once. Since one angel was represented as sweet, passive, healing, tender, and caring, and the other was violent, brutal, controlling, and greedy, this meant a devotee of both angels would have to fight to keep balance in their life.

Pleasing the gods could be done in variety of ways, including offerings, prayers, ceremonial acts, just about anything you might expect. One overarching rule was a follower must be completely devoted to the cause, and must always follow orders and visions sent by the angels. If the task or sacrifice seemed too much, the follower would simply put trust in the angels that following through would grant them rewards.

It is worth noting here that pre-game and pre-accident, Kurloz believed he was just another humble follower and worked to convert his close friends and quadrants, though was never particularly violent or insistent, just a bit preachy. As can be seen with Meulin, he wasn’t entirely unsuccessful. However, after his accident, he believed he had been chosen as a prophet of the angels, and followed visions he believed were being sent to him by them. When he and his team died, he believed it was his duty to assist Gamzee (who he believed to be another servant of the gods, if a higher ranking one) in bringing about the destruction of the dream bubbles, thus killing all his friends twice.

As for how Kurloz is now, he believes he failed in his tasks and thus his angels have become disappointed in him. He plans to begin work shortly to start serving them again. Myself and our other system mates will be keeping tabs on him. We honestly don’t mind if he wants to keep on the same religious path, but he’s going to have to stay within legal and moral bounds, as far as we are concerned.

[silent-screaming-prophet]

I GUESS I’D BETTER GET DOWN TO IT AND START RECORDING WHAT I’VE ALL UP AND REMEMBERED WHILE I WAS DICKING AROUND IN HEADSPACE.

I AIN’T SURE IF MEULIN AND I EVER BROKE UP, IF WE DID THEN WE GOT BACK TOGETHER, ME AND MY KITTYBITCH JUST WEREN’T GONNA BE SEPERATED. SHE WAS SHOCKINGLY FORGIVING, I DIDN’T DESERVE ANY OF THE SWEET TREATMENT SHE GAVE ME, BUT THAT DIDN’T STOP HER.

I DIDN’T KEEP THE STITCHES. I KEPT MY VOW, BUT AFTER A COUPLE DAYS MEULIN JUST WOULDN’T HEAR OF ME KEEPING MY MIRACULOUS MOUTH ALL SEWN SHUT, SHE KNEW I COULDN’T STUFF MY GOB LIKE THAT AND THE THOUGHT OF ME STARVING WAS MORE THAN SHE COULD BEAR. SHE CONTACTED THE MARYAM GIRL AND HAD HER MAKE ME A SET OF SPECIAL LIP RINGS. IT WAS LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING MIRACLE. I KEPT MY MOUTH PIERCED SHUT AND TOOK THE RINGS OUT TO EAT. IT WAS A VERY NICE COMPROMISE, KITTYCAT EVEN SAID THEY LOOKED HOT.

I DIDN’T USE MY WICKED HANDSIGNING MUCH AROUND PEOPLE, NO ONE ON BEFORUS REALLY BOTHERED TO LEARN MUCH BSL. IT WAS DAMN ANNOYING, SO I KEPT TO JUST GESTURING MY MEANINGS AND IF THE THICK IDIOTS DIDN’T GET ME I’D JUST LEAVE. I DIDN’T BLAME MY BEE BOY THOUGH, MITUNA WAS TOO FUCKED UP TO PROCESS SOMETHING LIKE THAT. SO INSTEAD I LEARNED TO TALK TO HIM WITH GESTURES, ALL SIMPLE LIKE, SO HE COULD UNDERSTAND ME. AND OF COURSE I SIGNED WITH MEULIN. SHE WOULD ALWAYS UNDERSTAND ME.