the tall spindly anxious vaguely insectoid man strikes again
Sorry I’ve been inactive! I’m sick and there’s an exam marathon spewing it’s pure wrath upon me, so I haven’t been able to get as many Subnautica related ideas out!
Take this drawing of AL I made before I created this tumblr account for good measure, it’s not the best because it was a little rushed and for my Instagram story but I really like the colors.
i just got the data entry for Hope and oh my god?????? i love Alan he's so so so so silly silly oh my god Maybe its the dynamic of one character is disgustingly human with their emotions and to the other human emotions and stuff like that are a foreign concept that just tickles me the right way i dunno but theyre just my favorite
the way that robin goes from kind of hating Alan for getting in her head to slowly as you discover more and more artifacts to thanking him for telling her about them and encouraging him that he can find the rest of his network is beautiful.
also the fact that he thinks hope must be a bird because of the way the Emily Dickinson poem describes it means he must have never known hope before. Robin literally taught him what hope is. She gave him hope for the first time in god knows how long and even in his analytical literal-mindedness he understands that hope is something he needs to take care of and keep safe
its just a beautiful dynamic because again Robin is driven by human emotion shes on 4546B to find out what happened to Sam, she does this reckless thing based solely on her feelings, and Alan is the exact opposite. He only knows logic and rules and emotion gets in the way
AND AND AND the parallels between Robin losing Sam and Alan losing his connection to his network is beautiful because that means they have something in common, a link that they can work through to explain to one another
its just beautiful writing and im probably reading into it way too much but thats my fucking job
i was planning on drawing myself in the hammock and I might come back and add it later but I like it as is for now
someone probably already made this
hey gang is it is it cringe to link fanfics here
okay so the story is kinda reminding me of Space Station Weird. Its probably the "guy trapped on ship with weird ai and shit keeps getting weird also he has no idea what to do"
i got project hail mary yesterday so everybody better be ready for YAPPING!!!!!!!!
dwarf, talking about his wife: yeah she's great she's a miner isnt that awesome modern day human: What
A removed conversation between Robin and AL-AN that remains in the games audio files.
It’s a very interesting interaction, but I do see why they opted to leave it out. Though it is nice to see a longer conversation between them. Especially one where they talk out their reasonings for differing views, and one where Robin ends up expressing empathy for AL-AN.
Transcript under the cut
AL-AN: Thank you for undertaking the quest for an alternative storage medium.
Robin: I would really love it if you could stop referring to me as a storage medium.
A: Not you. Your body.
R: My body is a significant part of who I am and how I experience life.
A: It is different for us.
R: Clearly. Or you wouldn’t have been hanging out in that sanctuary waiting to hitch a ride with me.
R: How did you get in there anyway?
A: We came here in search of a cure for the Kharaa bacterium.
R: What? Thousands of years ago?
A: I do not experience time as you do, but yes, that is technically correct.
A: My body was infected before a vaccine could be developed. I uploaded my consciousness to the sanctuary for storage.
R: What happened to the others?
A: Some left, others perished. Over time my connection to them grew weaker… I cannot sense them now.
R: AL-AN… I—
[missing piece of dialogue]
R: Yes okay, but— what I was going to say was… I’m sorry.
A: …Why? You have done nothing wrong.
R: Not sorry like an apology. Sorry like I feel empathy.
A: Are all your human languages so… confusing?
R: All the ones I know are.
literally so happy that patch 8 is out but also :(((( aw man the fandom's gonna start dying isnt it? everyone's gonna move onto the next bbg. we're never gonna get to explore the upper city pre-explosion
on earth: it must be so loney on mars. i wonder what's going on in his head mark watney: *elevator music*
I had a dream like a month ago where a super skinny, black figure with four eyes that was taller than my doorway was standing slightly hunched over in front of said doorway. In response, dream me asked him if he wanted to sleep in my bed. He then came to my bed, climbed the ladder... and proceeded to cuddle me. So I guess it works sometimes?
question: what happens when monsterfuckers try to seduce their sleep paralysis demon? does that ever work out for yall?