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mostly-mundane-atla · 2 months

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Hi! Your blog is awesome. I don't know if I'm allowed to ask non-atla questions, so I hope this is okay. I'm working on a non-avatar ttrpg campaign that takes place both in a (fictional/fantasy) northern tundra region AND during a magical endless winter. The people in it aren't based on any specific culture but, given that they're successfully living in similar environments & have for countless generations, I want to draw as much inspiration & knowledge from real-life circumpolar cultures & native science as much as possible. Do you have any advice or even just fun, underappreciated ideas for winter tundra survival, things someone who grew up in a desert like me wouldn't think of on my own? If you need/want more direction: I'm particularly looking for clothing, shelters, resource gathering-practices for non-food (esp what kinds of resources would be valuable), as well as like, any fun details that evolve naturally in a culture that formed in the tundra that you'd want to see represented. I hope that makes sense ^^; Thanks so much if you decide to answer, have a good day either way <3

[I am SOOO sorry this took so long! Tumblr kept not saving my progress when i tapped "save draft" so i had to rewrite a few of these passages a few different times]

Don't worry about asking, friend, i get cultural questions all the time and i'm happy to share.

Note: my knowledge is almost entirely based on coastal tundra peoples with access to marine mammals. That's not to say it's impossible for people to live farther inland, just that it's not my area of expertise.

Clothing

Just about everything you wear is going to come off of a dead animal. This doesn't necessarily need to be the case if your fictional culture has a means of raising hardy livestock for fiber and a history of woven textiles, but even then skin clothes are warm and generally quite hard-wearing and are a good fit for living in these circumstances.

This amount of fur means lice are a perpetual problem. If you want to make that an immersive part of the game, you can work in a mechanic for checking scalps and clothing and bedding for lice.

Bird skins can also be used for clothing and waterfowl specifically has the benefit of water resistance. Fish skin can also be used for similar properties. Animal intestines can be made into a waterproof material if sewn with sinew and soaked before finishing.

On that note i'd recommend making a list of available animals and what qualities and textures their skins and furs have. Even if you don't intend on being incredibly descriptive with clothing, it's something better to have and not need than need and not have. And if you do anything else creative in a similar setting you have your nifty little source to consult.

When it comes to the actual construction of the clothes, you want a loose fit. Trapped air ia a great insulator and you want clothes to be easy to move in. Another benefit for loose-fitting upper body garments in cold weather is you can pull your arms in and keep them by your much warmer core. Not only will this option keep you comfortable, it can also prevent muscle injury or getting frostbite

Mittens can be worn on a string yoke. This doesn't have to be exclusive to children either. Wind can pick up out of nowhere and lost mittens means fingers exposed to arctic cold which can mean gangreen and amputations down the line.

Swimming or running to deliver a message may involve stripping nude, even in cold. Clothes soaked in water or sweat are deadly in the cold.

Clothes may be stored in bags outside when not in use. The low temperatures can kill bugs and bacteria. On a similar note, boots and coats are best to be hung to dry as soon as one is indoors for the day. This may mean it's normal for people to be topless indoors.

Boots should never have holes or tears. Frostbite and resulting gangreen is already bad enough but you especially do not want it on your feet

Shelter

You're going to want dwellings to have as few rooms and windows as possible and small doors. The fewer walls you have, the easier it is for heat to circulate throughout the whole dwelling. You'll probably want one room separating the door and where you sleep. Remember: trapped air is a great insulator.

The culture I've reconnected with is semi-nomadic so the permanent houses are not always occupied and a village can seem abandoned when it's just on its "off season". You can take that or leave it depending on what you're going for.

Even if the dwelling is not a tent, you're probably still going to have poles serving as a supporting frame.

Sod houses are common due to the availability of sod (the grass and the dirt its roots are tangled in). Tents made of warm, waterproof skins (like walrus skin) are also an option.

An easy way to insulate such a dwelling is to build a wall of packed snow around and fill the gaps with loose, airy snow. This traps air the same way down feathers do.

Non-Food Resource Gathering

While I imagine you meant obtaining resources outside of hunting, in a tundra or tundra-like setting, a lot of your resources are going to come from dead animals. Your garments and shelters and bedding are likely to be made of animal skins, with hollow and/or fluffy fur for warmth, or smoked intestine or fish skin, sewn with tiny stitches and soaked to keep everything flush, for waterproof boots and overlayers. Antlers and tusks are good carving materials for things like spoons and closures and slabs for armor and handles and also talismans and smoking pipes and beads and art. Baleen is good for art too, as well as boot soles and smaller sleds and beautiful baskets. Sinew and rawhide are good for thread, ties, and rope. Bones have a near infinite amount of uses from tiny wing bones to make sewing needles to huge whale bones used to build houses.

For the purposes of working this into a roleplaying game, i'd second the recommendation of keeping a list of animals in your universe and their properties, as well as the things that can be gathered from or made of them. A sort of crafting recipe guide would allow all kinds of quests and sidequests.

There are, of course, non-animal resources to gather for non-eating purposes. Soapstone is the traditional material for oil lamps. Grasses can be woven into baskets for any number of purposes, including supports to give the uppers of one's boots more structure. Wood, in the form of slices of tree trunks, can be hollowed out into bowls and small tubs and buckets or, as logs or slats, can make up flooring. Sturdy branches can be used for frames in houses, boats, and drums, and tree resin makes both good glue and antibiotic salve for closed wounds. Sod, also called turf, makes a good building material and moss is exellent insulation in boots. You can make a list of these too, if it helps.

If your fictional culture has a strong tradition of metallurgy, then they'd also mine for metal that can be used for knives. If not, slate is another option that requires significantly less fire. You could even have both and make the metal a status symbol.

Fun Details to Represent

There are so many lovely little things that show up in arctic cultures

First, a gift economy. Where a cash economy relies on a fairly individualistic culture where you work for someone else to earn capital and exchange that capital for goods and services, a more collectivist and interdependent culture natural to the harsh conditions of the tundra tends to result in a gift economy. The currency in a gift economy, to perhaps oversimplify, is favors. Someone does you a good turn, you remember that, and when you're in a position to help, you return the favor. Usually this means basic material things like hospitality and food, but the "gifts" exchanged can also be luck! King Islander boys would often wish hunters setting out at dawn good luck, with a slab of driftwood as a token of that luck, and if the hunters were successful, they'd give the boys who wished them luck a share of their catch. I believe it was Frank Ellana who remenised that this was what the world was like before money.

Another thing that would be nice to include is parenting practices considered fairly gentle to a Euro-American perspective. Physical punishments are traditionally treated as abuse and scolding a child is not only seen as wrong but something an adult ought to be ashamed of. Discipline is instead a series of moral lessons, teaching children why what they did was wrong and using stories as examples of the consequences. Given the amount of stories about the dangers of abusing a spouse or child, i'd say a lot of these lessons were proactive and preventative. Knowing someone will be hurt by it is considered enough of a deterrence to stop bad behaviors. Traditional potty training, for example, is also gentler in comparison; starting at a younger age (about six months) with more emphasis on praise and encouragment than routine. The goal here is to teach the baby to signal when they need to go so they can be taken out of mama's atigi and relieve themself in a hygenic manner instead of holding it until they get permission. Even our take on kissing is based on inhaling instead of pecking with the lips. This kind of gentleness is usually overlooked to instead focus on the badass hunter image or overall "cuteness" so it would be nice for it to be referenced.

Oral histories would be pretty neat too. I think the idea of learning to be a historian of oral histories is an interesting one and i think it has a lot of potential plot hooks for an rpg.

That's all i have for now. Sorry for the delayed response time. Happy gaming, and i'm always up for further discussion if you would like ^-^

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2n2n · 2 years

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ok, mindless madman rambling about AidaIro’s abandoned VN project

man I also spent a few days trying so hard to track down any of 少年サンタ - ルドルフと夏の長い一日 - but outside of all the random blog post doodles and such plenty of people have dug up, various entries of the OCs chatting, there is nothing I have been able to find.... not even character bios. Not even a summary!!! Which sucks, I WANT TO KNOW LENT AND RUDOLPH’S DEAL.... the random blog entries just make me feel crazy, throwing out names like Clause-san and Nicolas with no explanation. Beyond Lent being thirsty for Rudolph and calling her senpai (!!) I have No Knowledge....

I did find that Lent has that eager SIMP quality we see in Akane and Natsuhiko, lol.... happy to change anything about himself to make her interested. Spineless boys. This trait in Akane is kinda subtle in Hanako-kun but it is ye olde trait of his

You really like to write this kind of guy, lol..... Iro...

But god, Iro says Shounen Santa wasn’t a romance. But all of Aida’s art of it. Was. Largely. Just Rudolph x Lent. So what do you mean. Aida+Iro like, repeatedly, obviously, favor romance. Your very first collab ever was romance. Killing me. I know less than nothing. Christmas is more of a couple’s holiday in Japan too. What do you mean your Christmas game isn’t a romance????

Will say its cute they love Christmas so much lol.....

It was meant to be released in 'chapters' sorta episodically (unlike Snow White), due to its length. And it sounds like it would follow different characters on a specific day? There used to be a 'download' link on the site I can see, but I don't know if it was ever an active button. No JP VN resource I can peep at can list any downloads, no wayback can find any links.... even if a site registers the title, it has bubkiss. If it ever existed for download, idk who really downloaded 1 chapter of an obscure VN during a specific year and would still have it.... the real lost media. SHOUNEN SANTA!!!!! I need someone smarter than me to find it by a miracle.....

I learned some heartbreaking stuff though which might explain its odd quiet death as a project... it seems Aida got very ill for months and had up and down recovery, and wound up hospitalized for a time. This being around 2010 that made it hard for Iro to even stay in contact with her (cell phones and service coverage ain't what it is now back then). Iro’s own posts get pretty lonely and depressive while she's out. Struggles to code, complains about bugs, harps on themself about deadlines and slacking behavior. In earlier entries it sounds like they were frequently in the same room (with Iro describing her expression or turning to comment to her), so her being gone would be huge....! Sad.

Of course once Aida is back Iro seems perfectly perky again, but I dunno, maybe the project got kinda blighted. Seeing as they shift to oneshots and pilots for serials maybe Iro didn't wanna code shit anymore!!

#avvy's JSHK

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residentdormouse · 1 year

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Seeing Stars (And Other Shapes) Word Tag Game

Profuse apologies @mrsmungus for the delay in this. In true sharing is caring fashion, my children had given me their stomach bug, and I was down and out for a few days. Finally starting to get caught up.

My Words: Circle, Square, Triangle, Heart, Star

Since we’ve covered the alphabet, our colors and shapes, we should probably start on our counting.

Your Words: One, Two, Three, Four, Five (substituting up as needed)

As Always, this remains an -Open Tag- for anybody looking to join, although unlike our alliteration train, this is traveling an unclear path moving forward. What’s next? Who knows. Seeing our pattern, my three year old may advise better than I... 🤣

Circle:

(One of the only times I go for Flagg’s perspective. Wasn’t a place I wanted to linger long, let’s be honest 😂)

The cell didn't leave much room to maneuver. So many steps had been taken to avoid this in his lifetime. Years dedicated to its prevention. He would not be caged or taken advantage of. Never again.

But now the walking dude could barely pace a circle in his new found space.

The cubes around him held a variety of creatures. Things he himself had never seen before. And then there were things he recognized with little doubt.

Flagg glared at the same sentinels he had trusted. Slavers in some of the others. Prior residents of his New Vegas. His self-created paradise. A flash of red hit his eyes at just the mention of the place. His realm and his folly.

Once more, his fist smashed against the glass, obstructing his view of the creatures. Because there was no question now; they were like him. They were something more. Something under all that, a connection just outside his grasp. Beyond his current knowledge. A connection of crimson and destruction.

Square:

The TV was already turned off, the portable music player and headphones he wore were now resting on the table, and the last thing left was to throw a blanket over the small child. Once everything around him was peaceful and squared away, she went into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water for herself.

"How was Lloyd?"

'He said they know about him. Who he was.'

The idea threw her for a second. Hell, she barely knew who Lloyd was, and she came here with him. For people here to already know… And how exactly did he find all this out…

"Is he sure? How does—?"

'Max.'

Three letters, but it said all it needed to. She knew Max just as long as Lloyd, and while his past in Vegas was more threatening in appearance, the girl, one who by all logic should be a savior-hero type, seemed to be more of a menace than anybody else she knew. Well, practically everyone else. But her interactions with their nightmare man were limited in comparison to the others, and Harold… well, he had his own problems too.

Triangle: (Shape)

(I got nothing. No triangles in this world. Maybe I should go write some Gravity Falls stuff real quick. Replaced it with ‘Shape’ since there seems to be no other actual simple shapes listed that I can find at least…)

The closer the figure came, the more irregularities she picked up on. The sagging skin, eyes that had just the slightest red shine to them. Eyes like she saw in her nightmares.

The pair of them continued to backpedal slowly, their sight never leaving the prowling shape. A small amount of distance was placed between them, until she backed into something solid. Solid, but not static. Pliable. Only slightly, but it moved as she hit against it, and the thought made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

Her breath caught in her chest as she turned around to see another figure, the red shine taking over dead looking eyes, coarse hair poking out around its eye sockets. She didn’t have time to process anything further.

Heart:

"You own a cabin?" Scribbling started on a blank page.

"I don't think, just in my head."

"What's all in this cabin?"

"Lots of books, some pictures. Hey! I think Glen painted this one." Instinctively, his smile reflected the one shining on her face, but otherwise, Glen remained silent.

"So we're after Trips, then?" Disappointed with the development, Stan muttered it more to himself, but still turned to Glen for confirmation, "...you met her after Trips, right?" Nodding affirmatively only prompted Stan to close his notebook and sink back on the couch. "I'm not really sure what to try next. I was hoping something there would work."

Looking back at Hayden, his heart sank. Was this really it? He was hoping to give her some answers by the end of this. Would be a lie to say he wasn't damn curious himself, but that was secondary. He wanted her to know, even if it didn’t help them. Especially if it didn’t help them. Once she knew what was there, she may be able to let it go. Or they could begin actively dealing with it. Either way, it had to be better than the purgatory she kept herself in. Whatever they found, though, he believed what she told him before: regardless of what was found, she wanted this life here with him. And he was coming to realize he wanted it just as much.

But he also knew, until they tried everything, she wasn't going to give up on this.

"Hey, Stan, do you mind if I give it a shot…?"

Star:

(A bit longer, but I love writing Harold and Glen bickering. Non-canon fun time.)

"Well, that metaphor leaves a bigger question. If that fucker was just the knife, who exactly stabbed us in the first place."

Max gave a sly smile as she checked in on him. "Oh, gold star for you sweetheart. Truly." The two shared an unspoken exchange of expressions that neither Hayden nor Glen could miss, but it faded shortly after it appeared. “While I’d love to delve into the shit show that your world is clearly immersed in, I’m still waiting for some clarification here myself. And to be honest, think I’ve been pretty damn patient about it to this point. So spill.”

Glen felt Hayden turn her attention to him as well. “If everything’s falling apart regardless, I think I’d like to know it all too…”

His other free hand went over to fall on hers. “Yeah, yeah. Of course.”

A smile was sent her way, the only gesture that he could give at this point. It seemed to be enough though. Her shoulders released the tension that had built up, and he could see a new calm taking over her features.

His train of thought was derailed as a pizza combo flew in front of his vision. “Hey! What’d I say about that shit!” Another shot back and bounced off Hayden’s head. “Story time. Start talking.”

Harold grumbled as he turned back around in his seat. “Like he really needs the extra prompting… Give Bateman the floor, and he’ll pontificate until your eyes roll back in your skull and your soul shrivels up and dies…”

Unable to hold it back, a light chuckle at the commentary escaped him. “Fuck you too, Harold.”

#letters colors shapes and numbers #mom mode bleeding over #what is happening 😂#mouse's tag games & reblogs

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suneeater · 1 year

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Hello!🌺

hope for you a good day✨

I like your writing!.. and when I saw the request open also the matchup thing.. I got interested! soooo Here we go, it's first time I request a match up really but I'm confused it might help me to hear your opinion of the right person to me from Hikyuu & Obey me, specially Obey me I like them all.

Well let's start! I will try to make it easy tiddy and not boring statement for you.

1)Some baseline data: if you know The mbti personality test it might help! I'm an intj, female and straight one.

2)Qualities: I'm a moody person.. like really! Quite and loves quite environment, clean freak sometimes, Anger issues but under control, organized person, overthinker, really closed person even my family don't know a lot about me, food not a problem to me.. many times days passes and I forget to eat!, coffee addicted, prefer dark than light.. like I love sitting in dark places it's comfortable, I'm really an expert at psychology, reliable and loyal person, do not take back my words.

3)Hobbies and interests: Drawing.. surprising fact that I hate drawing but it's the only way I take out my stress, Write sometimes just for myself, Like to read about flower language, Chess and pool gamer, likes to play games from time to time, loves technology and fixing things, Reading books, listening to some piano music, loves animals specially sankes and deer, I do have a cat, seek to knowledge of anything, horror movies and serial killers stories I love to watch and read them.

4)How people see me: most of them agreed that I look like a tough hard cruel and gloomy person with a mystery personality, and others see me Just a freak nerd complicated one! maybe because I were glasses? anyway, most of them also do fear to get near me or talk to me.. and I don't really mind that! but when some kind of problem happens they seek for me.. many times I wonder how they trusted me, a lot of misunderstanding like always! I got used to that already.

5)Dislikes: noisy kids, nosy people, prideful ones too.. but not like lucifer no.. more like miphesto! or whatever his name is I really wanna kill that jerk, Ahem anyway, disgusting creatures like rats or bugs! yeah my actions of that somehow like Barbatos IF they were in my house! thankfully there is not.. but rather than that I don't mind see them outside at the streets etc.., don't like idiots who is lazy to get their brain to work.. or troublemakers, dislike parties, crowded rooms, any kind of noise, surprises, gifts.

I guess that's all.. I do apologize for make it long and if there mistakes of the language I tried my best not to do.

Thank you for reading it, I will be waiting for a respond take your time, and please no nfsw content.

Again hope for you a peaceful day🪷.

Hihi! Thank you for your request and support <3

For Haikyuu, I pair you with Wakatoshi Ushijima!

You would definitely connect over the shared experience of appearing as mysterious and quiet to others, as well as being someone that they come to whenever they need help. He feels like he can connect to you easily because of it

Ushi is also very organized, and so it's something that the two of you have in common that just helps you click together

He is so respectful of the way that you like things; no surprises? He's going to remember that for as long as he is alive, and will always give you a straightforward heads up for anything so that you're never caught off guard. No loud noises? He's going to go out of his way to make sure that everything is at peace for you

For Obey Me, I pair you with Satan

Satan really admires the way that you seem to have your emotions all under control. Especially as the avatar of wrath, he really looks up to anyone who can recognize and come to terms with their strong feelings, and still be a positive and kind person regardless

You also have very similar hobbies, making things just seem very natural between you! He adores being able to read any of your writing, and will also give you plenty of book recomendations

Since you are knowledgeable about flower language, he tries to communicate with you through the different kinds of flowers that he gets you. It's cute, sincere, and intimate

#minervasev #jo #matchup #hq x reader #haikyuu matchups #obey me matchups

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inmh01 · 2 years

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I think one of the things about Video Game Discourse that just... Exasperates me the most is the constant confusion between Canonical Narrative and Gameplay Function.

I’ll use Far Cry 5 for an example.

I consider Canonical Narrative, in a video game, to include anything

Absolutely required to complete a mission, whether that mission is necessary to finish the game or not (Ex., it is canonical that Deputy Rook drove the Ryes to the doctor so Kim could have her baby. it is canonical that you drive the Ryes’ truck, not Mary May’s. You don’t have to play this mission in the game, but the fact that you are capable of doing so at any point make it part of canon.)

Present in a cutscene (Ex., it is canonical that Whitehorse, Burke, and Deputy Rook walked into the church at the beginning of the game; it is not canon that Deputy Hudson went in with them, because she stays outside for the duration of the scene.)

Far Cry’s a bit tricky just because they have alternate endings (secret ending, walk away ending, nuclear ending) and determining which one is the “real” ending becomes sticky when you consider Far Cry New Dawn (which follows the nuclear ending) and Far Cry 6 (which seems to follow the Walk Away or even possibly the Secret Ending).

I would argue that each ending is technically canon; the creators just created alternate timelines for each ending.

But then you have Gameplay Function. Sometimes it overlaps with narrative, but other times it just stands on its own.

A place in Far Cry 5 where Gameplay and Narrative overlap is in the scene in the Fall’s End Church, where you have to take the bible. If you refuse to hit the button, John will instruct his henchman to pistol-whip Jerome. Refuse again and it repeats, this time with Mary May begging you to say yes. Refuse a third time and the resulting pistol-whip will cause Jerome to drop the bible, revealing the gun tucked inside; here, the scene unfolds as it would have if you said yes from the start.

Is it canon? I wouldn’t give it a hard ‘yes’, as failing to say yes three times does not (to my knowledge) change anything about the narrative later on.

This is where story and gameplay blend together: There are alternate ways the scene can unfold if you refuse, and this can be tempting once you know about the secret ending at the beginning; sometimes Far Cry rewards you with Easter Eggs or trophies when you do the opposite of what’s expected, but not always.

As for an example of pure Gameplay Function: It is canonical that Deputy Rook is capable of finding a flamethrower and a weird alien space gun. It is not canonical that Deputy Rook used them, as they are not required to complete any missions.

In games like Far Cry, crazy weapons are not a function of the plot so much as they are an added feature to make the game fun. This is the same with so-called “Fetch Missions”: In real life, people would not be standing around waiting to tell you where an outpost is so you can go raid it solo; this is a function of the game to offer you missions (and in this particular game, as you are capable of finding these things on your own, you don’t strictly need the NPCs to tell you anyway, although it saves time).

What bugs me is that although I see plenty of people joking about these things good-naturedly, there are people in fandom who make judgments about character development and storytelling based on gameplay functions.

Like for instance- I can’t exactly recall if this was about Far Cry or a different game- I do recall someone unironically, as in not humorously arguing, “How come everyone in this game relies on you to fix their problems for them? Why am I being asked to do X when there’s an evil villain running around?"

Because it’s a video game.

Those side-missions are a function of gameplay. They are there to give you fun things to do. They are not meant to be an accurate reflection of what someone would be realistically doing during a hostile cult takeover.

Additionally (and this I do remember being a Far Cry related discussion some years back) there were people arguing that the Far Cry protagonists were psychopaths because they were running around killing people with trucks and flamethrowers and whatnot. Except (although it’s been a while since I’ve played 3, 4, and Primal) there are no missions in Far Cry 5 that require you to murder enemies with flamethrowers, or trucks.

There might be trophies attached to it, it might be convenient depending on what the mission is, but there aren’t any missions that I can think of that require you to use these weapons to just mindlessly kill people. You have a choice; it is not, as I said above, absolutely required to finish a mission.

If that’s how you choose to kill enemies, cool; but calling it the canonical actions of the main character, whose characterization is then affected by the notion that they’re just running around setting people on fire, isn’t accurate or fair.

tl;dr Your choices in gameplay do not reflect how everyone plays, before you go screaming that a character is “evil” or “psychopathic” maybe ask yourself whether it’s actually canon or not.

#video games #far cry 5

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kidmachinate · 4 months

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Maximum Moxie

Do I know realistically where my latest journey takes me? Nah. But who does? Who knows at all where they are going the first time you boot up your open world game of choice. I say this like I play a ton of 'em but it's a perfect analogy so I'm rolling with it!

One month of the year down and only two major hitches. One of the two will be fixed in the next few either hours or days. We shall see. I started a new role in sales for debt settlement. The company is being built from the ground up. It's a slow start for sure much like the Pokemon Regigigas, but once it gets going, the only way is up. For one, it is not commission only and W2. That in itself is comfort. Past that, once I really start talking to people that aren't just cold leads that likely don't want to hear from us, I can actually get people excited about things that excite me...like getting people financially free. Outside of gaming, it's finances. Shouldn't have to hide from that, even if people don't like talking about it. It's a huge life misplay tho. We need to get equipped with the knowledge to get ahead. There's no way the people I'll be talking to are investing tho. They are knee high in debt.

There is equal excitement in seeing someone's life that is consumed by silly amounts of debt (that they may or may not have put themselves in) and putting them in a more favorable position to get them on a proper payment plan to go towards both paying off the debt AND being able to save. Seeing people with hope as opposed to the opposite is key. It is true that like anything else, people might not want to help themselves. That's okay. The people that do will benefit. Does this make what we offer the greatest thing ever? Perhaps not...but we have to think it, right? Plus when compared to other options, it's basically a no brainer.

Selling is so much more than your car salesman people don't like or even your typical role for a job. There is psychological stuff that goes into it. After all, we need to sell ourselves for a job, a date, bigger purchases, heck in some cases just to get customer service to take you seriously for something you want to accomplish. You are the option to consider over the rest. Or...maybe you're trying to get out of an uncomfortable situation but want to come up with an excuse that gets you out with as little nonsense as possible. No one bugging you after. Mental gymnastics in a way, but we're always having to convince someone of something. Not everyone is a yes person...but can you get them to say yes, is the question.

I was recommended a book at work. Two actually. The Third Door and Impact Players. Both good books in their own right. It helps to consume material that could teach you a lesson or help you grow. This just makes you better at whatever you might be good at, or maybe try something new entirely. You might discover that something you thought you were bad at...you might actually be good at after all. You truly never know. While Yoda says do or do not, there is no try...I get the point, but in many cases, how do you know anything unless you actually try?

The try applies to new things, I'd say. Something you have to tell yourself to actually jump into something new. Life is the dealer and I'm gonna play every hand I'm dealt this year, even if it sux. I've already had some obstacles along the way. Gonna brush it off like I've got this...even if I don't...but so far I do! When know to hold or fold. Know when to "hodl" for dear life. When to sometimes use assist mode in a game instead of wasting time you don't have in adulthood. Whatever brings you peace...and sometimes, you may just be able to share that peace with others. Smiles on faces and going against the odds. Sounds legit to me.

This time (year)...things will be different. Even if I have my moments of falling down, we're not staying there for extended periods of time. No way, no how.

#moxie #maximum #progression #confidence #sales #charisma #to the future

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moshieldeastcharlotte · 6 months

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gharpedia2023 · 8 months

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Fun Learning with Interactive Panels in Classrooms

Hey there! Have you ever seen a big screen in your classroom that you can touch like a tablet? Well, that's an interactive panel! It's like a magical board that makes learning super exciting.

What's an Interactive Panel?

Okay, let me break it down. An interactive panel is like a giant computer screen. But here's the cool part: you can touch it with your fingers, just like your phone or tablet. It's like having a super-sized, super-smart blackboard.

How Does It Work?

Inside this magical screen, there's a computer that listens to your touches. When your teacher uses a special pen or their finger to tap on it, amazing things happen. It's like your screen comes to life!

Why Do We Need It in Classrooms?

More Fun: Interactive panels make learning fun. You can watch videos, play games, and do all sorts of cool stuff on them. It's like having a fun learning playground.

Working Together: Imagine you and your friends working on a big puzzle together. That's what interactive panels let you do. You can work as a team and learn from each other.

Easy to Use: These screens are not tricky at all. You don't need to be a computer genius to use them. Even your teacher can easily learn to use them.

Seeing is Believing: If you like pictures and videos, interactive panels are your new best friend. You can see and watch things that make learning much easier.

Quick Answers: Ever wanted to know if you got a math problem right away? With interactive panels, you can! Your teacher can check your answers in a snap.

Lots of Information: These screens can show you all kinds of information from the internet. It's like having the whole world of knowledge at your fingertips.

Questions You Might Have

Do we still use regular whiteboards?

Yep, we do! But interactive panels add a whole new layer of fun to learning.

Can the panel teach on its own?

No way! Teachers are still the bosses in the classroom. Interactive panels are just tools to make their job more awesome.

Do we need special training to use them?

Nope, they're pretty easy to use. You'll get the hang of it in no time.

Are they expensive?

Well, they can cost a bit, but they're worth it for all the fun and learning they bring.

Can we play with them too?

Sure thing! When your teacher says it's okay, you can interact with the screen and join the fun.

Can we use them for homework too?

Sometimes, yes! Your teacher might give you special homework on the interactive panel.

Do they work without the internet?

Yup, they can work without the internet. But having the internet makes them even cooler.

Can we watch cartoons on them?

Well, not usually, but you can watch educational videos that are just as cool!

Are they like big TVs?

Kind of, but they're super-smart TVs that help you learn.

Do they break easily?

Nope, they're built to last. Just be gentle with them.

Can we use them for art?

Absolutely! You can draw and create amazing art on interactive panels.

Do they need special teachers to use them?

Nope, your regular teacher can learn to use them pretty easily.

Can my little brother or sister use them too?

Of course! They're for everyone in your class.

Do they use a lot of electricity?

Not really. They're energy-efficient, so they won't make your classroom bill go through the roof.

Can we take them outside for lessons?

It's a bit tricky because they need to be indoors, but you can always learn something indoors and then go play outside!

Do they need special pens?

Some of them do, but some just need your finger to work their magic.

Can we use them for science experiments?

Absolutely! Interactive panels can help you learn about all sorts of cool science stuff.

Can our parents see what we do on them?

Usually not, but your parents might get to see some of your awesome work if your teacher shares it with them.

Do they get viruses like computers?

Not really. They're pretty safe, so you don't have to worry about computer bugs.

Can we take them home to learn?

Sorry, you can't take them home. But you can use them to learn cool stuff in school.

Conclusion

Interactive panels are like having a magical learning tool right in your classroom. They make learning fun, help you work with friends, and bring all kinds of exciting things to your lessons. So, get ready to touch, play, and learn with these amazing screens!

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maxismatchccworld · 3 years

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Patch Notes

Update 9/7/2021

PC: 1.79.93.1030 / Mac: 1.79.93.1230

Console: Version 1.47

Hello Simmers!

We hope you are well wherever you are in the World.

Today, we have a special kind of update! As you now know, this is our first update that fully focuses on a previously released pack, giving it new life if you will. Today is the day for self-care for and with The Sims™ 4 Spa Day!

Spa Day is all about relaxation and getting some well-deserved personal Sim time and wellness. With this update, we are adding some features that will help enhance this wellness experience that we hope you enjoy.

Along with these enhancements, we were also able to fix a few issues that were live and needed some care.

Thanks again for your continued support and feedback!

Chaus!

-SimGuruRusskii

What’s New?

Spa Day Updates

Everyone deserves more time to refresh and more ways to renew! In this update, we added the following:

Three new Aspirations and a new Trait

The path to wellness is long but well worth it! Sims can now opt for three aspirational paths to achieve their own Zen:

Self-Care Specialists - For those Sims who would like to monetize their love of fitness and wellness.

Inner Peace - For the Sims that want to achieve ultimate harmony and learning tools to mitigate their negative emotions.

Zen Guru - For the Sims that want to share the power of wellness with the world…the whole world, for real. They also focus on seeking to train their successor to pass the knowledge along.

In addition to these new Aspirations, we added a new trait for those Sims that require a bit of extra work to keep their needs… properly aligned. High Maintenance will allow your Sims to experience mindful tasks that can help their sense of wellbeing. No trouble is trivial, no need is too much.

You can find these new Aspirations and the new Trait in Create A Sim. And don’t forget the Spa Membership included with these Aspirations - it’s a steal!

Manicures and Pedicures

Some people like having a massage to decompress - a valid option… pretty sure I need one - but my favorite thing is manicures and pedicures! Hear me out! There is something so relaxing about choosing your design, color, shape, and having someone prettify (yes, it is a word… to me) your nails with the utmost care. Now your Sims can get these nail enhancements or graciously give them to other Sims. You can choose a design, a shape, and voilà! Your Sims’ nails will be as fabulous as they feel!

And if you don’t want to get your nails done by a professional- tight budget, totally get it - Sims will have access to the same options in Create A Sim that you can instantly apply to your Sims nails - it’s like insta nails!! You can pick from a variety of swatches with color combinations, designs, or just a solid color for each fingernail. You can also choose a variety of one solid color choices for your Toenails. You can find them in the Accessories category in Create A Sim, where you will see a Fingernails and Toenails sort with the options.

We want to highlight that in this upgrade to Spa Day we have a design from the wonderful Ebonix that is featured in Create A Sim! Ebonix is a super talented Sims Creator, and we are happy we can feature one of her designs and share it with everyone.

About Yoga and Meditation

Yoga Classes can now take place outside of Spas and Gyms! You can hire a yoga instructor or teach your own class from the Instructor Yoga Mat. Speaking of teaching, Sims can also lead Guided Meditation sessions from Meditation Stools. Oh, and I don’t want to forget to mention that Children are able to practice and teach both Yoga and Meditation as well!

New Objects, Facial Masks… Oh my!

As part of this update, we also added a few new objects and swatches in Build Mode, these include a new luxurious massage table and a massage chair that can also be used for manicures and pedicures for a full relaxation experience. And as an added bonus, there is a new portable massage chair and table, so your Sims can give massages, manicures, and pedicures on the go to earn some Simoleons.

Besides these, we added as part of your Sims’ self-care routine the ability to purchase and apply Facial Masks. They come in a variety of benefits and designs; for ease of access, we recommend having in your preferred lot the Doc Sweet’s Luke-Warm Mini Dispenser. This mini version of the original refrigerator can hold your favorite beverages in a compact space, but as an added benefit, Sims can purchase Facial Masks from it. By the way, don’t forget to try the new Cucumber Power-Sip and cucumber slices for a tasty snack! Also available with this update.

Base Game Updates

For those who don’t own Spa Day, we wanted to give you a treat as well. For Base Game Simmers we added the nail options for fingernails and toenails in Create A Sim for you to enjoy. Same as mentioned previously, there will be choices under the Fingernails and Toenails sort in Create A Sim, there will be a variety of solid one-color nails and color combination nails available for the Base Game itself.

Bug FixesConsole

We fixed an issue in which some of the controls when players are in the Game Options menus were a little off, it should work correctly now.

The Sims 4

New games should no longer experience the automatic generation of empty households, and the ensuing save size increase and performance lag that this causes. The team is still investigating how to safely fix existing saves that have this issue.

We fixed an issue that affected Custom Content Chairs that when slotted with certain objects it created Sims routing issues.

Sometimes, in certain saves, Sims would lose their names when visiting some Lots - most notoriously the Goth’s Lot but it could happen anywhere. If a Sim has no name… does that Sim exist? I can assure you that the Goths were not involved, but this issue should no longer occur.

Ever had the need to order food or drinks but you just couldn’t be bothered? Been there, however the issue of Sims and NPCs not being able to order food and drinks autonomously has been fixed. Order away!

Have you noticed that your Sims had been doing Fitness things or Dancing if they Disliked those things? Strange no? It should no longer happen as long as they continue to Dislike them of course. As a note, unfortunately (for those affected), Sims are subject to choose music they Dislike still from any stereo so they can still torment other Sims (and Simmers) around them.

We fixed an issue in which the Mega Window (Double Budget Grand Deluxe DeLite) in build Mode was missing a few swatches and displayed them as empty.

Let’s talk about Unibrows! Are they in? Are they out? No matter, every brow is welcome! We have fixed an issue that didn’t make the thicker unibrow available for female frame Sims and that didn’t make the thinner unibrow available for male frame Sims. So all the unibrows for both frames!

Did you ever notice an invisible slot under the All of the Things table? We sure did, and while I think that if it is called “all of the things” it could have all the things, everywhere… I guess? This was not acceptable so we fixed that.

Get to Work

The hairstyle yfHair_EP01TwistLow has been tagged correctly in the Updo Hairstyle category. Is it still an Updo even if the bun is low and not up high? These are the questions I ponder sometimes.

Eco Lifestyle

If you noticed the Community Voting Board missing from venues across packs in Build Mode, never fear. It has been found and should be safely back in Build Mode.

Dream Home Decorator

Ever had such good-looking décor that you can’t just sleep because you have to look at it? As much as we want your Sims to love their décor and their style, we thought it was a bit too much that they would not sleep and just look at it, so this should no longer happen.

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babydaddyleorio · 3 years

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Headcanons: they braid your hair

how some hxh characters would braid your hair

Gon

-Gon is ecstatic when you ask him If he could help braid your hair. He’s running around getting all of the necessary supplies you’ll need such as your spray bottles, gels, rubber bands-- basically all your hair essentials.

-Gon probably isn’t sure how to braid, so he asks you tons of questions as he stares at your hair. You give him detailed instructions on how to grip, which direction the strands of hair should go, and how to add hair as he goes If needed.

-You look at Gon through the mirror to see him with his tongue stuck out of the side of his mouth as he braids with concentration written across his face.

-Gon may have to start over and re-do some braids a few times, but he gets the hang of it after a while.

-Once Gon is finished, you examine how It turned out and although it’s not the best, he still did a pretty good job for his first time.

-Gon is basically jumping in his spot when you compliment him and is smiling rather proudly at his work, making sure to ask you when’s the next time he can braid your hair again.

Killua

-Killua at first doesn’t want to braid your hair since he was too busy tapping on his phone, but when you relentlessly bug him to help you, he’ll finally give in with a loud sigh.

-“Give me the comb.” He’d grumble while looking up from his game and you’d zoom out the room to go get it with an evil smile on your face.

-Let’s just say that you are completely shocked to see that Killua actually knows what he’s doing. His parts are even, his eyes are focused, and he’s very gentle when he’s braiding your hair.

-You ask him how he’s such a good braider and Killua would explain to you that whenever he’d visit Alluka, she’d always ask him to braid her hair for her. Because of that, he’s become a pro at It.

-Killua is also very knowledgeable about 4a-4c hair since he asked Canary about hers one day. So he’s surprisingly good with managing thicker hair as well.

-When you see the finished product, you’d be shocked at how decent the braids turned out.

-“Wow, not bad.” You’d say with your eyebrows raised while nodding your head in approval and Killua would smirk at you through the mirror, already knowing that he was sensational.

Kalluto

-Kalluto is an amazing braider which doesn’t surprise you since Kalluto is very skilled at most of the things he does.

-Kalluto is also a very graceful person, so he tends to grab your hair very easily and braid It in fluid movements. He honestly makes It look effortless the way his fingers move through your hair.

-The way that he braids your hair would be In an elegant style and definitely one that would make head turns in awe If you stepped outside.

-Not only that, but Kalluto gets done with your hair fairly quickly. If you have loser hair and you just wanted a quick style then It was done within 5 minutes. But If you have thicker hair or maybe even want a protective style, Kalluto gets It all done within 20 minutes.

-Yes... he’s amazing. Give Kalluto his credits.

-Your hair would literally look so gorgeous after he’s finished that you’d have to do a double take in the mirror once you saw how beautiful It looked.

Canary

-Canary? Superior braider.

-Canary is a great braider for looser hair textures but she mainly transcends with thicker hair since that’s her hair type.

-Literally Canary does twist outs everyday. She braids her hair every night very neatly and tops It with a lightning bonnet (kudos to Killua) before she goes to bed. So she’s had a ton of practice to know what to do to your hair.

-She is very well prepared with all the supplies you’ll need to braid like the different oils, products, combs, etc. She has everything that will have you looking snatched.

-Canary makes sure to accommodate your hair, such as If you’re tender headed or In any state It may be in (blow-dried, silk, or air dried). Her grip game Is immaculate as she twists your hair and each one of her braids comes out looking flawless.

-You guys also have great conversations as she braids your hair. You’ll literally talk about everything and you’ll be so into your deep conversation that you won’t even realize that she’s finished.

- Your hair looks absolutely amazing and like a professional has done It. You love every style that Canary can do because she never fails to impress, and It makes Canary extremely happy that you appreciate her braiding.

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mxvladdy · 3 years

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Lost Affections: Part 3

Ayyyyoooo. Here is the last part to @marymaryroo's request!

On to the next one :)

Magic is a beautiful and powerful thing. It permeates the Devildom like an eternal fog. For the residents, it is as common as breathing. From the strongest of their kind down to the lowest inhabitants, it is integral to their culture and daily life. Mistakes and accidents happen daily with young and old alike learning or experimenting. Magical rebounds and mishaps mean very little to them, especially the brothers. From the Celestial Realms down, they have seen it all.

Sometimes they forget that to you, magic can be a volatile and dangerous.

Beelzebub

Beel would never call himself accident-prone. He didn’t trip and stumble like Belphie when sleep deprived. He most certainly wasn’t as bad as Mammon when he was without his glasses or contacts. No, he would never say he was that bad. While not clumsy he knew he could be careless, especially when food was in the picture. He didn’t think twice about eating random things. It did hurt anyone, not physically. Sure, Luke and Satan got a little put out when he swiped something, but it didn’t hurt them.

He just forgets sometimes that you are different. You and he go together so well he forgets that you aren’t a demon. You don’t have the steel stomach or fast recovery time that he has. You make up for it. When you go out to eat you always research the place ahead of time. Does the place have non-enchanted food? Human grade options? If not, you make sure that Beel has his fill before taking him somewhere more appropriate for your stomach. Neither of you thinks about residual contaminants.

His life with you unravels with kisses. It is a slow, inconspicuous death. It builds over time with each brush of his lips to yours. Neither of you notices the taste of magic clinging to his mouth or tongue, neither of you thinks of the implications of all the weird potions and food he samples.

It starts small, you forget simple things about him. When his club activities ended, or what his favorite post-game drink was. He brushes it off, it’s trivial really. You are busy and these things can happen to the best of them. He keeps brushing off the nagging worry until he can’t.

It comes to a head one night at the door to your room. “Beel?” You yawn, pulling your robes closer around you. “What’s up?” You glance down at the box of snacks and pillows in his hands. “Did I miss something?”

“It’s date night.”

Your brows shoot up, facing heating. “What.” You sputter. Beel frowns, placing the box at his feet. With slow movements, he places his hand on your forehead. You were a little warm.

“Mmmmm.” His hearts flutter with nerves. Was his little human sick? He ignores the way you stiffen when he touches you. “Do you need a doctor?” He asks bending down to look you in the eye. He catches a whiff of something when you exhale. It is faint but clings to your breath, it’s sickly sweet and sharp to his nostrils. “You need a doctor.”

Without a second thought, he grabs your arm and drags you out of your room. His food forgotten in the hallway with your protests buzzing in his ears. “Beel...Beel!” You stumble after him. He ignores you each step he takes determined and picks up speed. Before you know it you are sitting next to Gluttony in Purgatory waiting for Solomon, beyond confused and anxious.

You fidget on the couch, peeking glances at the troubled look on the red-heads face. This wasn’t like him. He was a man of few words, sure, but this was new. Beel left you to your devices mostly, a few polite conversations here and there, but you two never hung out a lot. You zone out when he starts talking to Solomon. You were still half asleep from Beel waking you up. You had been sleeping so soundly beforehand. “Are you alright?” You jerk awake unaware that you started dozing again. Solomon crouches in front of you.

“I think so?” You had no idea what this was about. “I’m just tired.” The mage says nothing to you, instead turning to glance at Beel. He jerks his head to the door, a clear signal for the old demon to wait outside.

With one last pitiful glance, Beelzebub leaves the two humans to converse. “Now then.” Solomon rounds his piercing eyes back to you. “Tell me how's your stay in the Devildom?”

You tell him confused but willing to play along with his odd request, the sooner you wrap this up the sooner you can go back to bed. An odd feeling of missing something begins to grow as you tell him. Soon you began to fumble, the harder you try to recount something the harder it was to collect. You still were convinced anything was seriously wrong but the growing look of concern on Solomon’s face was making you think otherwise. “So,” You finish rubbing your knees with sweaty palms. “I’m I dying or something?”

He laughs dismissing the notion with a wave of a well-manicured hand. “No, no your soul is still firmly in place.” He rubs his chin. “But you have lost your memory, only when it comes to Beelzebub though. It is very peculiar. Have you ingested anything weird of late? Done any experiments with Satan?” You shake your head. To the best of your knowledge, you have been really careful with your food intake while down here. Devildom foods were delicious but had potential side effects for you and Solomon.

Solomon nods. He figured that. “Could I draw some blood? It sounds to me like you might have trace contamination of some kind. Diavolo and I discussed that this might happen but I wish to double-check.” Well, that’s worrisome, you nod and begin to roll up your sleeve. Solomon bustles collecting a few vials and a mouth swab for extra measure.

“Thank you.” He smiles looking at the samples with scientific glee. “I will let you know what I find. Until then, I guess just go about your regular day. Unless you feel ill, in that case, come to me immediately.” With that, he leaves you depositing you back with Beel.

The walk back to the House was more subdued, both of you were confused as to what to do next. “So,” You flounder. “We were-are an item?”

He shrugs looking down at you. “Yes. We’d hang out in your room on Saturdays, and get brunch on Sundays... do you still want to?”

You shrug feeling awkward. You felt nothing but platonic friendship to the large demon, though Solomon did fill you in on what you apparently have forgotten. “If you want to? I’m up now, and too nervous to sleep.” Beel grunts clenching his fists at his side.

“No,” He shakes his head. “You should rest, even if you can’t sleep. This is overwhelming. I’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow?” You feel bad. He sounds so hopeful when he asks, like a good night’s sleep was all you needed to fix whatever this was.

You reach for his big hand and squeeze it. “Sure, Beelzebub. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He lets you go watching you head back into the house. Running on instinct he turns and heads into the dense forest surrounding the house. He needed to hunt for a bit.

That’s how his twin finds him, gorging himself on the fauna of the forest. Belphie’s socked feet pad loudly over the dried grass and scattered bones of the once lush lowlands. “You know Lucifer is going to be pissed. It takes forever for the wildlife to come back after one of your benders.” He tosses his oversized pillow onto the dead grass and lays down. Belphie doses for a moment, the sound of his brother’s many mouths and whistling of wings a white noise to him. Up until an obnoxious locus landed on his nose.

“Beel.” He flicks the bug off his face, shooting the swarm coating his brother’s skin a sour look. “What’s going on?”

Forgot. Me. One of his mouths rattles out, flecks of meat and vegetation falling from between crooked and jagged teeth. Another opens near his rib cage to speak. They. Don’t. Love. Me.

“I’ll kill them.” Already Belphie is back on his feet. He feels for his brother and his plight, but the thought that you betrayed him after you promised to never hurt Beel took precedence. The storm of bugs goes quiet, all the millions of eyes now turn to him. They jerk and twitch in unison before converging back on the mass of leathery gaunt skin of his brother. His human form takes shape slowly, shiny wings and many mandibled skulls melding together to create his flesh.

Beel grabs Belphie’s shoulders. His claws dig into the soft fabric of his nightshirt. “It’s not their fault.”

“Then who?” Beel chuckles weakly at his brother’s blood lust. He couldn’t deny that he felt it too, but he had no idea where to channel this anger.

So he ate. It calmed him a little. If he could get into the village and eat there...no. The last time he siphoned the emotions from the populous at large Lucifer got mad. The whole of the Devildom had to shut down for a good week to recover. He rubs his stomach a feeling of agitation growing in the pits of them. “Don’t know. Solomon is taking a look at it.” Belphie snorts a sneer growing on his lips. “He is helping, Belphie.”

“Sure-right. That boy meddles in all shorts of shit he shouldn’t. Careful he doesn’t try to bargain with your skin for this.” He eyes where your mark rests on his brother. It would be a perfect lure to entrap his twin in a pact.

Hmm.

No, none of this would do. Belphegor would rather die than let some human-like Solomon meddle anymore in his family’s affairs, and as far as he was concerned the moment you started seeing Beel you were as another sibling. “Come on. Let’s get you back to the house. I’ll bring dinner up to our room.”

After settling Beel under the covers of his massive bed Belphie went on the hunt for more food in the kitchen. He stops by your bedroom door picking up the box of goodies still left in front of it. He piles more things into the box when he reaches the kitchen. Swiping up snacks at random Belphie piles the box sky high. His hand stops over a few of your favorite human snacks. Should he? Honestly, it was a blind shot in the dark if it would comfort his brother or not. After a bit more debate Belphie puts the chocolates back, a different idea already turning in his head.

Back in their shared room, he listens to his brother run down the last week between huge bits of sweets. As he recounts every little thing that has gone down they both began to notice just how strange you have been. Both twins sit in the aftermath of Beel’s words, a wasteland of wrapper and silence stretching between them. “Think it will come back?” The twins lock eyes, Beel’s large and unsure but simmering with foolish hope.

“Possibly.” Belphie grits out, breaking their eye contact. He could never lie to his brother, at least not to his face. “Get some rest. I’m sure someone will have a plan in motion by tomorrow.” He’ll set his plans in motion tonight.

Lying in wait some hours later Belphie listens through the walls of the massive house for your quick little human heartbeat in your bedroom. He matches his shallow breaths with yours feeling yourself slip into slumber and his realm. Once you are completely under he drifts off himself.

He enters your dreams and scowls unused to stumbling inside of a dreamscape. Your dreams are muddled and clotted with stick webs of confusion and hazy memories. Odd bits and pieces of images drip around the edges of your mind. This place was a disgusting mess. With a deep sigh, Belphie begins trudging through the quagmire.

He peers around making note of the black holes in your mind like canvas ripped from their frames. Rotten magic assaults him from all sides. Stopping in front of a particularly deep gash in your mind he rolls up his oversized sleeves finding what he was looking for. He knew this memory was in it, just on the outskirts of the scene playing out. He could knit this rip back together easily, after that it should give him some clarity on the others he couldn’t place.

This was going to take a lot of energy. No one would notice if he stole some energy to get things started. Belphie smiles to himself already tapping into Lucifer's dreamscape, taking a bit more than he needed. You deserve only the best after all.

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“Morning everyone.” You chirp plopping down in your chair. The brothers reply with groggy acknowledgments, completely unlike themselves. You look around at the bunch. “Are you all ok?” The group grunts collectively yawning or rubbing their weary eyes.

“Tough night.” Lucifer looks up from his newspaper. He was half-dead in his chair, a cup of coffee shaking in his hands. Asmo sits beside him looking on the verge of tears as he gently pokes his swollen cheeks and eyelids. The only two that seem to even be remotely coherent were the twins. The youngest of the two sleeping oblivious to the turmoil of his siblings while his brother stares at your every move. “Good morning Beel.” You nod feeling awkward in this shared space.

“Morning.” He smiles at you, a few crumbs clinging to the corner of his mouth. Something ticks in the back of your mind at his look. A foggy image comes to mind. It feels like a dream, but so real at the same time. It makes you nauseous, a weird sense of dejavu fighting its way to the forefront. “You ok?” He puts a hand on your shoulder.

You blink noticing the room at large turning their gaze to you. You nod, reaching across from him for some leftover food. The moment a bowl of cereal was in your hands Asmo swept you up in a conversation about his “fading” looks. You don’t think of Beel and your predicament for the rest of the day, not until Solomon invites you over to his hall for tea.

“You were poisoned.” He states simply over his sorry excuse of scones. You pause in the middle of trying to break a piece off on the table.

“I’m sorry?”

“Nothing to apologize for, unless you did it intentionally.” He laughs. “It appears to be through slow ingestion over a long period of time. The levels in your blood are staggering but not lethal. It looks like the magic took root in the temporal lobe-much like a tumor, really quite fascinating- and has been eating away at the memories of the person, or in this case, a demon that poisoned you.” Beel had been poisoning you? Solomon waves his hand at your look of concern. “I am quite positive that it was not intentional. Mind you he does find the most wondrous things to shovel down his gullet. The fact that it mixed perfectly into a potion instead of a lethal toxic is sheer dumb luck on your end.” You breathe a sigh of relief finally tossing the baked good away as a bad job. Well that's...something. At least you’d be alive to stumble around your apparent “forgotten boyfriend”.

“Any chance of fixing this?”

Solomon shrugs. “Possibly? I need more time to figure out exactly what components are involved in your test results. Then making a tonic to undo all the magic is another thing entirely.”He discusses a few other options with you for a few hours, going over in great detail the ins and outs of potion-making. Soon the windows of the sunroom grew dark, the glow of the lamps outside growing brighter so you could see the pathway back to the house.

“I better head back.” You stretch looking out into the pitch outside. Hmmm, if you remember correctly Levi should be off of work by now. He said to call when he was done to come to pick you up. As if on cue a sharp knock on the door disrupts you. Instead of a shock of blue hair, you are greeted with orange. “Oh-hey Beel.”

“Hey.” The corner of his mouth twitches in a facsimile of a friendly smile. “Ready to go?” He picks up your forgotten school bag and takes your sweater from the coat rack. With a well-practiced motion, he slings the bag over his shoulder and holds your sweater open for you. He obviously did this a lot before…

You stare back wide-eyed at Solomon who only smirks, nodding at you to hurry up.

Out the door and into the chilly night you sneak a peek at Beelzebub walking quietly beside you. He catches your look and raises a brow. “Sorry.” You feel your cheeks heat a little under his thoughtful gaze.

“About?”

“All of this.” You wave at yourself. “Please don’t feel obligated to hang out with me. Until we can get this settled. I don’t want to hurt your feelings.”

Beel grunts, stopping in his tracks by a low garden wall. “I was hurt-am still hurting.” He admits. “But this isn’t your fault, so what good does it do to blame you for it? Even if you don’t remember me as your partner, you still remember me as a friend...right?” A warm smile spreads across his face when you nod. “Then I’m ok with this. I haven’t lost you completely and even if you don’t ever feel the same way about me anymore, I think I will be ok.”

“I- thank you Beel. That means a lot.”

“Of course.” He hums. “Let’s head back. I think Asmo left some food out.”

You dream of Beel again, a weird amalgamation of scenes all tossed together in a great pile with you in the middle of it. You could do nothing but watch like a film as they rush by you in a blur. Some scenes didn’t line up right, bouncing around like a scratched vinyl, but it still made sense in a way only a dream could. You play out each dream like an actor, the script coming to you naturally with each little venette. You sit outside his locker room, a basket of food and drink in your lap, your heart fluttering in your chest. You and Beel were watching his brothers on the beach, his broad hands rubbing sunscreen into your skin. Beel walking you back to your room after a long night in the library holding your hand in his strong, sure grip. Saturday afternoons spent hopping from one cafe to the next sampling the sweets and drinks to both of your heart's content.

It grips your heart but slips away with the rise of the young morning moon.

When morning comes the night is nothing more than a few smudges in your mindscape. Yet, a light, sweet feeling stays with you. You found yourself smiling more around the redhead and gravitating to him during the day. He accepts you back with a friendly hug and a friendly ear.

He treats you no differently than you remember. It’s nice. Even if a part of your yearns to see how he treated you when you were more than friends.

You begin to get excited for when your head hits your pillow. The dreams become clearer and clearer each night. Some new pieces show up and fall into place as the weeks progress. You start seeing bits of your dreams in the day too. After-images of you hand in hand with him walking down the other side of the street. The taste of something sweet on your tongue or a familiar scent in your nose.

After one particularly vivid dream, you wake determined not to let the contents of this dream slip through your fingers. This time you dreamt of the kitchen, dirty bowls, and units scattered about the cluttered counters. You had been baking something, and failing miserably.

Sneaking down to the kitchens you pull out all the things you could remember. For some reason, this dream lit a fire in you, like it was the last piece of the puzzle to getting it all back. You don’t think, instead, you just let your body take control. You baked a cake.

Well, it was supposed to be a cake. The center was too spongy and collapsed inward while the sides were dark and cracked. The icing was badly blended and melting from the still-warm pastry. It was almost exactly like the one from your dream.

You stare at it waiting for some great revelation, but nothing comes. Great. Now what?

“I smell food.”

“Gods!” You jerk smacking your knee on your bar stool. Beel’s deep voice scaring you half to death. “Should put a bell on you.” You grin. Beel peeks his head through the door brows furrowed.

“This is familiar.” He walks in pulling up another chair to sit next to you.

“Ye?” You look back at him.

“Yes. This was our first kiss.” You drop your icing spoon. “You wanted to surprise me before a big game.” He put a finger through the thick black and purple icing and pops it in his mouth. “Ah- You forgot the bane extract...I had thought that perhaps you remembered.” The hope in his voice stung your chest.

Oh. You look down at the mess you made, whatever feelings of satisfaction are lost. “I thought I was forgetting something, but my dreams are all blurry.”

“Dreams?” Beel pauses reaching for a slice. “You dreamt of this?”

“Yes. Been dreaming about you a lot of late.” You flush. “Little things that are starting to build a bigger picture. I just had this dream of a cake and the urge to make one...so- here we are.” You wave your hand out over the messy kitchen. Sighing plopping your chin down on your palm. “Guess I can sleep on it a bit more huh?” You shoot him a quick wink and sad smile.

“Or just ask Belphie.” He shrugs, taking another large slice of the disaster. “Sounds like he’s been meddling.” That realization hits you like a ton of bricks. Damn, you could have slapped yourself. “I’m sure he meant well, but he shouldn’t force you if you don’t want to. I could tell him to stop.”

What! No! You shake your head. “No. I-I don’t mind it. Solomon has yet to figure anything out, and whatever your brother is doing seems to be helping a little.” Beelzebub said nothing to that and just continued to eat while you started the dishes.

“Do you want to end tonight like we did before?” He asks sometime later, half of the dishes now drip drying in the rack. His long arms box you in on either side holding on to the lip of the sink. His head dips low, his chin resting on the top of your head. Deep down you knew that you could leave at any time. His grip was loose and easily breakable, considerate as ever to your comforts.

You turn to face him, a soft look crosses his face. “And how did it end?” He grins moving closer. You would have to thank Belphie for his interference. Just, perhaps later. You doubted he would want to be in your dreams tonight.

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nightingaelic · 3 years

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I was reading your "Fallout 4 companions meet Arcade Gannon" reacts when I had an idea. FO4 companions reaction to visiting the Mojave Wasteland with the Sole Survivor.

"She was Boston, I was Vegas

She was Crêpes Suzette, I was pie

She was lectures, I was movies, but I loved her."

- Frank Sinatra, 1981, "I Loved Her"

Cait: "I've never been much of a gambler, but where there's gambling, there's usually a good time to be had."

While Cait finds the casinos of the Strip a little too ritzy for her liking, she rather enjoys the smaller, satellite venues: The Atomic Wrangler in Freeside, the Vikki and Vance casino in Primm, even the saloons in Goodsprings and the Mojave Outpost (the latter of which being where she foolishly engages in a drinking contest with Cass and happily gets her ass kicked). Her greatest enjoyment, however, comes upon discovery of the Thorn in Westside, with its arranged bouts between wasteland critters and the opportunity to go a round yourself if you're feeling lucky. Instead of the trapped horror she felt when the Combat Zone was taken over by raiders and she was forced to fight, Cait revels in the glory she reaps when choosing to face off against a fire gecko, a night stalker or a cazador with her trusty baseball bat. By the time the visit is over, she and Red Lucy have grown close, and the Thorn's mistress is going around openly calling Cait "my hunter."

Codsworth: "Ah, Las Vegas! Why, I can recall when you considered a quick getaway to this paradise just before young master Shaun's arrival. It appears we aren't too late, after all."

Codsworth is somewhat comforted by the lack of overt nuclear devastation in New Vegas, but that feeling wears off as soon as the first set of thugs in Freeside tries to corner him and the sole survivor and take their caps. Once the would-be muggers are laid out on the ground, Codsworth abandons his rose-colored glasses and puts his quippy, dismayed personality back on. Still, he loves the Strip, particularly the Ultra-Luxe with its refined guests, decor and hygienic practices, but he quickly sours on their hoity-toity attitudes. Instead, Codsworth turns to the presence of the NCR as a sign that civilization is creeping back into the wasteland. He's also tickled pink by the Kings and the Chairmen, but not the mobster-esque Omertas: They remind him too much of the pre-war mob activity in good old Boston.

Curie: "Excusez-moi, but what is that structure there? The tallest one, with the blinking lights."

Curie is thrilled to be out in the desert, observing the local populace and documenting their survival techniques, social structures and power struggles. She's fascinated with the area's history, and drags the sole survivor along to seek out the Mojave's most (in)famous individuals to record their stories for her research into post-war civilization. This lands her in quite a few questionable situations, but her general attitude of perseverance and wide-eyed wonder about the world open a lot of doors for her. She makes a lot of friends at the Old Mormon Fort among the Followers of the Apocalypse, though most of them assume her frustration about her own "biological reactions to extreme living conditions" is just her complaining about the heat like everyone else. Arcade's pretty sure she's a robot, though he's too polite to ask about it outright.

Danse: "We're close now, to the birthplace of the Brotherhood of Steel. This is an honor I never thought I'd experience."

Though it's boiling hot inside his power armor under the desert sun, Paladin Danse is overjoyed that he's accompanying the sole survivor on this journey into the cradle of the ideology that he's devoted to. He's heard about the Mojave from Brotherhood of Steel veterans, those who traveled with Elder Lyons when they initially came to the Capital Wasteland and those who accompanied Elder Maxson when he was just a Squire, and he keeps spouting off random trivia about the area. Any run-ins with disillusioned Scribe Veronica might leave him a bit put out, but it's overall a fun trip for him through a part of the continent that's a little less smashed to rubble than the rest of the world. He especially enjoys visiting the NCR and Brotherhood military outposts, if only to offer critiques and suggestions to any soldiers that give him the time of day.

Deacon: "Sheesh, visiting the Mojave almost makes you wish for a nuclear winter, am I right?"

Deacon has been here before. Well, he doesn't actually say he's been here before, but he keeps dropping hints to the sole survivor that he's somehow on a return trip. He knows the legends of the Sierra Madre and the Blue Star treasures offhand, he has a whole conversation with the Securitrons guarding the Strip about what happened to Robert House, he even knows how to competently play Caravan. Every time the sole survivor asks him about how he knows so much, though, Deacon just grins and keeps chugging his Sunset Sarsaparilla. Obviously no one recognizes him by face, but he does have a setting-appropriate wardrobe along that includes NCR bandoleer armor, a coat-tailed tuxedo, top hat and White Glove Society mask, and a black leather jacket to go with his pompadour wig.

Dogmeat: [curiously sniffs everything]

Dogmeat can't figure out why this place is so dang dry, but he's on his best behavior for the sole survivor as they make their way over the dusty roads of the Mojave. He politely greets each other traveler on the roads, who keep asking his companion where they got "a non-cyber cyberdog." For the most part though, the trip is pretty in line with everywhere Dogmeat goes: Big rodents, big bugs, tired people and plenty of ruins to explore. Dogmeat's one outstanding adventure comes in the form of an attempted kidnapping by some of the Kings, who think their leader needs a new dog after Rex hit the road with some fool. The King doesn't take kindly to this, and graciously has the dog returned to his friend.

Hancock: "Oh, man, how does anyone live out here? I'm drying out, I feel like a radroach husk."

Hancock is having the time of his life in the Mojave, apart from constantly complaining about how he prefers the Commonwealth's weather. He's chummy with everyone, but especially with the ghouls he encounters. He buys Raul a bunch of drinks and asks him about his past, he suggests future career paths and hobbies for Calamity, and he is absolutely enchanted with Beatrix the dominatrix. He's also rowdy enough to attract the ire of nearly every casino in New Vegas: The White Glove Society seethes when the sole survivor points out that his Revolutionary War outfit technically meets the dress code, the Omertas howl when he starts encouraging the strippers and sex workers to band together and take over the casino, and the Vault 21 dwellers keep asking if he's liable to turn feral. The Chairmen, however, treat him as something of a novelty and gift him with a seersucker suit to go with his jaunty personality.

MacCready: "You know, I played cards with a guy from out here once. He tried to teach me a game called... what was it, Candyman? Kilogram?"

MacCready has the barest smattering of knowledge about the Mojave Wasteland, and he keeps injecting it into conversations no matter how inaccurate it is. He's fascinated with the sole survivor's recollections of what Vegas was like before the Great War, and his expectations are sky-high by the time they arrive on the city's outskirts. Those expectations are absolutely met once inside the Strip, even if the sole survivor's are let down. MacCready is just tickled by the existence of a city that is solely dedicated to parting you from your caps, and he settles into each new business for the express purpose of people-watching. He only tries gambling once, and immediately quits after he loses all of his pocket change.

Valentine: "Good old Las Vegas. Somehow, I'm not surprised it's still got a reputation as 'Sin City,' even this long after the bombs."

The Nick Valentine of old never visited Las Vegas, but he certainly knew about it well enough for the Nick Valentine of today to draw on those impressions. He's extra-wary about the city as a result, an attitude not helped by the many people staring at him because of his detective getup, jagged edges and golden eyes. Some people are polite enough to walk up and ask what he is: Others offer to buy him off the sole survivor directly, much to Nick's chagrin. When James Garret offers him a thousand caps for "one night of his services," Nick puts his foot down and starts glaring at everyone who so much as walks up to him and the sole survivor during their trip. The exceptions to this rule are Veronica, who is extremely polite and non-invasive with her questioning; Arcade, who is too polite to even mention Nick's synthetic state; and Raul, who finds the whole thing hilarious but admits that his ghoul status has landed him in some similar situations.

Piper: "I've heard plenty of stories about this place, and if even a quarter of them are true, I ought to get a good travel piece out of just about anyone we pass on the street."

Piper's on a mission to track down the history of New Vegas, which, like Curie, sends her on a path toward its biggest political figures. Aside from them, she's particularly interested in the services of the Mojave, like the Gun Runners, the Crimson Caravan Company, and especially the Mojave Express. Piper gets along swell with just about everyone, and she basks in the widespread acceptance that she lacks back home due to her chosen profession. She desperately tries to get Johnson Nash to ship a case of Sunset Sarsaparilla cross-continent for her, but he gently turns her down and tells her that the only courier he knows crazy enough to undertake a trip to the Commonwealth is too busy nowadays.

Preston: "They're not too friendly to outsiders here, or so I'm told, but there are always good folks to be found if you know where to look."

Preston, true to form, offers help to every little settlement he and the sole survivor come through on their journey, which delays their path to Vegas quite a bit. He makes a beeline for the Old Mormon Fort as soon as he hears the Followers of the Apocalypse have a base there, though, and spends most of his visit picking the brain of its leaders about the best ways to aid those in need in the wasteland. He and Arcade get into some spirited debates about the pros and cons of having a civil service force focused on military matters versus civilian matters, and the Minutemen leader leaves the Mojave with a lot of new ideas to carry home to the Commonwealth.

Strong: "Strong not looking for 'good time,' puny human. Strong looking for thing that make super mutants stronger."

Strong hates New Vegas, but that's nothing unexpected. The sole survivor tries to limit their time in the city and take him around the desert to locales where super mutants are more likely to be found, which brings them to Jacobstown. Surprise surprise, Strong hates Jacobstown - at first. Little by little, through talking with Lily, the other nightkin, and Marcus, Strong starts to realize that the super mutants of the town are doing exactly what he values and sharing their resources among each other for the good of the community, just minus the usual violence associated with super mutants. He struggles with this alternative way of life for a bit, but eventually comes to accept that to be a super mutant, you don't have to constantly attack those around you to show off your strength.

X6-88: "Be careful. The Institute's records about this area indicate high levels of theft, murder, and unsavory characters. It would be best to keep our guard up."

Like Nick, X6-88 greets everyone in the Mojave with open suspicion, and can hardly be convinced to leave the sole survivor's side for their entire journey. His dedication to this task leads those around him to joke about him being "a human Securitron," which the sole survivor finds amusing: X6-88 does not. Still, the ability to hire and maintain a professional-looking bodyguard while visiting New Vegas doesn't go unnoticed, and most people assume that means the sole survivor has a lot of money to spend or be separated from by force. Criminals are more likely to be ruthless, hell-bent on stealing the loads of caps the sole survivor surely has tucked away. Business owners, on the other hand, are more polite to the pair on their travels, giving them better service and goods that ingratiate X6-88 a bit more to the common people aboveground.

BONUS!

Ada: "Jackson brought us out here once, when Zoe decided she wanted to try acquiring a Securitron. The leader of the Strip turned us down."

While Deacon is playing coy about his experience in the Mojave, Ada is completely open about hers. She hasn't been to the Strip, the dam, or any of the Mojave's "fun" destinations, but she remembers the Crimson Caravan Company headquarters, the 188 trading post, and many of the small towns along the way. Her fondest memories are of scavenging around the ruins of the REPCONN test site, the Aerotech Office Park and HELIOS One. She also recalls that her caravan friends came to visit primarily to find a Securitron to take apart and repurpose, but won't say exactly what happened when they tried to do so, other than warn the sole survivor "not to invite the wrath of the House."

Gage: "Now this is a town that knows how to run a successful racket. We need to find out who's in charge, see if they can give us some tips."

Porter Gage walks right up the steps of the Lucky 38 as soon as he finds out that someone inside is running the Strip, and demands that the Securitrons let him in to "talk to the boss." The robots aren't impressed, of course, and toss him out straightaway. Gage, not one to be discouraged easily, tries to find information among the nearby raider gangs instead: Fiends, Vipers, Jackals or Great Khans, he's not too picky. The current state of the raiders in the Mojave quickly informs him that they're failing one by one against the power of New Vegas, and he renews his efforts to find the recipient of the endless streams of caps. Thwarted at every turn, he and the sole survivor retire to Gomorrah, where they bemoan their bad luck while the courier sits a few seats down from them, listening in and smirking.

Longfellow: "Just point me to the nearest saloon. If I can't cool down, I'll try to forget I'm hot."

Longfellow parks himself at the nearest watering hole and does his best to avoid the scorching Mojave heat. The Maine-born grandpa is pretty miserable during the daytime hours unless he's sitting in front of a fan with a cold beer, swapping stories about Far Harbor critters with the bar regulars. At night he's a bit more open to adventuring with the sole survivor, when the desert cools down and he can see the sights by moonlight. Although he's not a fan of the hustle and bustle of the Strip, most of the large casinos there have air conditioning thanks to the Lucky 38, so he claims a table in the back and glares at anyone who disturbs him and his drink. He gets along with most of the New Vegas crowd though, if they agree to pick up the tab.

Maxson: "We came this way, when the Elders sent me to the East Coast. I wonder if the chapter here is still persevering."

Elder Maxson is surprisingly reluctant to visit the two things that the sole survivor would've thought he'd be interested to see in the Mojave: The Strip, or the Hidden Valley bunker. If pressed, he'll admit that he's not the type to cut loose and gamble, drink or participate in general debauchery as a result of his upbringing and position of authority, but neither is he keen to drop in on the dying Western chapters of his order and become stifled by protocol and ass-kissing. He prefers to wander the desert itself, seeking solitude among the cacti and under the stars. Given the chance, he'd probably nip off to Quarry Junction and anonymously solve the NCR's deathclaw problem, if it hasn't already been taken care of. He refuses to wear his uniform for the entire trip.

Desdemona: "The Mojave probably wouldn't know what to make of our mission, which is how you know it's a good place to hide. I wonder if any of our rescued synths made it out this far."

This is by far the most relaxed the sole survivor has ever seen Desdemona, and why wouldn't it be? She's so far removed from her usual sphere that she drops her usual, tight-knit demeanor and embraces loosening up. She's still not talking openly about the Railroad's operations, but she is more likely to answer questions both personal and professional. Like Deacon, she knows a bit about the Mojave, but not so much that she can blend in completely. Instead, she embraces being a tourist and does all the usual things that go with it: Visiting the Strip, the Sunset Sarsaparilla headquarters, the Thorn, and especially Hoover Dam. When she's looking out over Lake Mead, with the sun getting caught in her hair as it sets on her left, she almost looks happy.

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lxstfulbeans · 3 years

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JUST CURIOUS OR NOOOOT....if you’re open or not, that’s cool~....

*slides a hundred your way*

I must know, what would it be like for Levi, Erwin, and lastly HANGE *clears throat* to be with a Black S/O, but here’s the catch. They’re the only black person behind the wall..well atleast what’s his name comes around..

Also, Drink plenty of water, stay hydrated, sleep well, relax, breathe, happy Valentine’s Day ❤️

Aight I gotchu babes, lemme get that hunnid up outcha 😏. And thank you so much 🥺 same to you!!

I feel like I gave more to Erwin and Hange than Levi, but I love these three equally 😭✋🏽. But, hope you enjoy this!

Headcanons: what it’s like with the only black s/o behind the walls.

Levi Ackerman:

When he first met you, he’s like “what in the fuck-“

He never meant it in bad way, oh no ma’am. It’s just that NO ONE has ever seen anyone like you before, let alone thought there were people of a different race.

But knowing Levi, and seeing his resting bitch face.. how could you ever know 💀.

My guy literally lived in the UNDERGROUND, on some “City of Ember” type shit, and has never seen someone like you before.

When you decided to join the Survery Corps. then eventually choosing the Scouts after being top of your class. He took it as an opportunity to observe you (well, him and like twenty, thirty other people 💀), whenever y’all sat and talked about expedition plans with Hange and the Commander, he enjoyed listening to you speak your mind and blast your opinions.

And don’t get me started on how strong and open-minded you are.

Eventually, he’ll start catching feelings. He’ll talk to you more, occasionally praise you for a job well done more than he’s done ANYONE else. He’ll even fucking compliment you and pick up on little things you’ve done.

Of course, when the other brats get outta hand when it comes to awful flirting and tryna see what that thang do. He shuts that shit down before it can even start.

“Oi. Get the fuck outta here before I use you as live bait for the Titans.”

Best believe they skedaddled.

He asks if you’re okay, and to tell him that if anyone else makes you uncomfortable like that again so he could properly whoop they ass.

Y’all get to talking and.. somehow talk most of the day away.

When he heard you laugh, he was struck. His heart pounding, though he couldn’t help but feel a smile tug at his lips.

Then, he asks you to be his. Which you accept with pride.

He’s always there to help you with wash days if you need it. He loves helping you, even if he doesn’t really show it.

Oh, and that discrimination shit? Y’all can cut that shit out right now cuz Levi don’t play.

Teamwork makes the dream work when it comes to cleaning. He’s impressed at how much better you are at it than he others.

Oh and your COOKING babyyy

He be stingy with it for sure. He was big mad when everybody else wanted some, at least you saved some pie for him.

And y’all are partners in fucking crime. Y’all be bodying Titans left and right bruh. Don’t nobody want the smoke.

Erwin Smith:

Oh my lawd, why is he so fine and RESPECTFUL 😔✊🏽.

Okay, okay this ain’t about me rn heheh.

Honestly, he’ll be flabbergasted to be in your presence. He’s never seen someone of a different race before, he wondered were there more of you on the outside?

When he saw you the first time on the return from another expedition outside the walls. His eyes met you and he was just.. amazed. He was sure that he wasn’t seeing things but, he had to see you again.

When he couldn’t find you, he had to come to the conclusion that you were a hallucination. I mean, he was exhausted, sleep deprived, and hungry.

But, eventually he found you by yourself at the bridge. He was amazed at how the morning sun made you glow, reflecting off of your brown skin.

When you caught him staring, he choked on his words as he rambled with apologies. This made you smile, inviting him to sit and enjoy the morning with you.

Y’all started talking and you just.. clicked. When he heard your laugh for the first time, he had it bad.

He tried visiting you as much as he could, even if it was only a simple “hello, how are you?” or the slightest of small talk.

When the Walls were invaded, you were helpless. No one bothered to help you, either saving their own asses or being eaten alive. You couldn’t count the times where you were so close to meeting death. You refused to become a victim and have fear control you.

When you joined the Scouts, he was shocked to you standing here before him. Your fist over your heart as you announce yourself. He never thought you would be here about to risk your life everyday.

But, he saw that fire in your eyes and smiled.

He couldn’t guarantee your safety but would do everything in his power to make sure nothing happens to you.

He’s a busy man. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t sit and talk with you all of the time. If you were lucky, he’d send a smile or even a wink your way.

Though, he’s often caught you by yourself again, watching the sunset or gazing into the night sky. The way you skin would glow made him look back on old times.

He sits with you, talking the night away and making you smile again.

Overtime, you eventually get closer. When you originally closed yourself of because of the events of “That Day”, but opened up more and more when you both were together.

Whenever somebody tries to snitch on you to him, you’re literally not phased by this shit.

“Tell him then, I don’t give no fuck! Matter of fact, I’ll tell him for you!”

He honestly adores how you don’t take shit from anybody, but he lets you get away with a little bit of things. He won’t reprimand you but will give you a slap on the wrist if you went too far with something.

Whenever he says something unintentionally funny, you just crack up laughing. Like, you are wheezing so silently and rolling on the floor in tears. He couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head at how silly you were.

He adored everything about you. Your laugh, how your skin glows in the light, your captivating smile, and how you weren’t playing games with nobody.

This time, he realizes his growing feelings for you.

Eventually, he confesses his feelings to you. Like this man is poetic as hell, he’s listing off everything he loves about you, even the little things made his heart soar. You were honestly shocked that your Commander felt this way about you.. but you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t feel the same.

After y’all get boo’d up, you’re basically a power couple.

Somebody got one time to talk shit about you, on god he is on them like white on rice.

“If you say one more word about them, I will personally make sure that on the next expedition, I will leave you behind...”

Ah, don’t you just love it when it he gets serious and protective?

And both y’all side-eye the fuck outta people when they don’t rub you the right way.

Wash days? He’s all for it. Once he sees your arms drooping, clearly worn out from washing your hair, he’ll happily roll up his sleeves and get up in there.

Bruh, have you seen his hands?? You KNOW his massages are bomb af, like you damn near fall asleep everytime he massages and scratches your scalp.

Don’t get him started on your cooking, he’d do anything for it. He gets so happy when you save extra plates for him to eat later.

When push comes to shove and everyone’s losing their shit, you have to be strong. Erwin’s always motivated you and inspired you, if humanity had any chance to survive, you had to show it.

“Y’all need to get yo shit together PERIODT! It’s okay to be scared, but we won’t make it out of this if you keep actin’ like this! Y’all signed up to protect humanity right?! Well, show these Titans who they fuckin’ with!”

After hearing that.. he wanted to marry you.

(bonus: let’s say that he’s alive 💀 cuz I literally cried when he got clapped like how-)

When you were finally able to go outside the walls without any fear of the Titans, you felt free.

When you came across the ocean, he couldn’t take his eye off of how amazed you looked at the clear blue waters, the sun making it shine towards its horizon.

“It’s everything Cadet Arlelt said, right? Where there’s an ocean.. there’s other lands, eventually other enemies.”

“I know. We made it this far, it’s only right that we keep goin’.”

Hange Zoë:

Hange can GET IT MM- 🤧 they are literally so fine.

oh, and it’s kinda canon that they’re non-binary so 😃.

This’ll be after you first join the Scouts and baby they was on you like white on rice INSTANTLY.

They’ve never seen anyone like you before. It was almost forbidden to learn or talk about anything beyond the walls, were there more of you?? Where did you come from?

Though, they’re outta pocket questions and lack of knowledge of something called, “personal space” kinda made you nervous so they brought down a couple notches.

When they got to know you more, they were just ecstatic to see you.

When Hange caught you alone, basking in the warm embrace of the sun, they couldn’t take the throbbing of their heart as your dark skin was shining.

When you eventually start dating, they had no problem putting folks in their place when they try you.

“Alright, I see that you have quite a lot to say about my s/o! I bet you won’t be spouting a word when you come face to face with Titan. I’ll happily let you see them up close..”

They’d absolutely kill for your cooking. Deadass. If they’re not the first and last one to get a plate, they’ll be big mad for a hot minute.

I’m sure they observe you a lot, especially when it comes to your routines and how you try your best not to smell like a hunnid cans of bounce dat ass 💀. So when wash day comes and you’re kinda tired after training, they’ll happily wash your hair for you.

They’ll praise you for all the hard work you’ve done, giving you little forehead kisses, massaging and giving light scratches to your scalp.

OOH WEE- you are in absolute heaven with them.

Both of y’all share that chaotic energy, bugging the hell outta Levi when you get the chance.

When it comes to fighting Titans, y’all don’t play! When it’s time to put the moves on ‘em you do it!

- - END SCENE - -

#poc writers #anime headcanons #black reader #attack on titan #aot x black!reader #anime x black!reader #poc reader #erwin headcanons #hange headcanons #levi headcanons #attack on titan headcanons

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You did mention that Truthseeker has a hatchling. That made me thought about vessels and their capacity to reproduce.

Though vessels being hollow obviously lack the organs to do so naturally, I don't think it would be completely outside the realm of possibility for them to be able to reproduce. Vessels are innate soul users, the Knight is able to focus its soul to heal without any apparent training, and learn spells quickly. This is probably a hereditary trait as its parents are both "higher beings" or gods. Though we don't know much about the powers of the White Lady (unless it's growing particularly lush gardens, or producing copious amounts of offspring) we do know the Pale King has particular power over the mind, as well as some power over dream, as he's able to pull the entire White Palace into the dream realm when his plan to contain the Radiance fails; he was also almost certainly the one to teach the Pure Vessel spellwork, as its spells strongly resemble the bladed elements found within the palace with added pure nail markings.

The specific powers shown by the parents of the vessels is irrelevant however, as the magic system of Hollow Knight is a soft one, with no clearly defined rules as to what can and cannot be done using soul, essence or any other substance associated with supernatural power. So then how do we know where the limits lie? Thankfully we don't need to speculate if procreation is within these limits, because the game has already answered this question. The Glowing Womb charm found by the corpse of a dead aspid mother converts soul directly into vessel-aspid hybrid offspring. From Salubra we know that this charm, like most others, was created from a dying wish.

Few ways a charm appears but mainly it's from final wish, a dying bug's potent desire crystallised into these gorgeous, powerful trinkets.

And is literally made from the soul of the bug who died.

Just think of all the little bug souls that went into creating your collection! It's like a crowd of strangers in your pouch, or purse, or...err....wherever it is you keep them.

So this is basically a soul spell, crystalised into a charm, and it was made from the desire of a beast no less. The hatchlings from the charm are temporary and disappear as soon as the charm is unequipped, but what if a being of greater power were to focus their soul into making something a bit more permanent?

"Soul of Wyrm. Soul of Root. Heart of Void", the phrase may only be a poetic way to describe the composition of the vessels, but taken with our knowledge of the power and significance of soul, combining souls could be all that is needed to create new life. There is one small snag - the void. Void is hostile towards life; it is even hostile towards vessels! Though vessels contain void they are not in harmony with it by default, as the Knight must "unconstrain" the "emptiness hidden within" before even its own shade will cease attacking it. So how much of a dampener does this put onto our hypothetical? Well, the Glowing Womb charm somehow works with vessels, and is even able to incorporate the void element into its hatchlings, so I suppose the answer comes down to method and personal interpretation. Creating new life could be as simple as the charm makes it, so long as enough soul and focus is put in. It could be that a powerful vessel would be able to manage, but due to the conflict of their shadowy nature the process is more dangerous and difficult than it would be for a regular bug. Or it could be that a vessel could never muster enough power to make it work, or would even die in the process of trying. We may never know for sure, but we can always speculate on the possibilities!

#hollow knight #hollow knight spoilers #hollow knight lore #Hollow knight vessels #hollow knight theory #ask

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[CN] Gavin’s Sky Date - Prologue

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date prologue, 云霄之约, which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

Do note that you have to read this before embarking on the actual date, because it contains background information and sweet domestic bliss you wouldn't want to miss :>

[ This date was released on 14 April 2021 ]

[ Part One: A Dream About to Take Flight ]

MC: Ahhh! My life is up to me. Not. Up. To. Fate!

The small dice in my furled hand is tossed around several times. When I loosen my grip, it rolls quickly on the map -- ‘2′.

Gavin: Hahaha--

Gavin laughs, but hurriedly retracts his smile when he senses my murderous gaze.

Gavin: It’s okay, things will definitely take a favourable turn in the next round.

Sulky, I let out of a huff. I watch as he picks up the dice, casually rolling a '5′. Then, he cheerfully shifts his own plane on the map by six spaces.

[Note] In the game of Aeroplane Chess, your plane can only leave the starting point if you roll a ‘5′ of ‘6′!

MC: ...

It’s a Saturday afternoon. Gavin and I had nothing to do after eating, so we randomly grabbed a set of Aeroplane Chess from the supermarket to play. But I didn’t expect to have such a terrible gaming experience!

Although it’s been the sixth or seventh round, I just can’t the ‘6′ I need to get my plane out of the hangar. On the other hand, Gavin has always been able to get it to take flight smoothly, and very quickly reaches the goal.

MC: Gavin, with your kind of luck, there’s no need to waste it on playing games with me.

After pondering for a long while, I offer him a serious suggestion.

MC: Let’s head out to buy a lottery ticket?

Gavin: Why don’t we play something else? The paper model from last time was only half done. Since we have time today, we could get it done at one go.

At this moment, the phone on the floor beside me rings. Seeing the familiar number, I tap on the hands-free function.

Nurse: Miss MC, the physical report done at our hospital is ready. Please bring your receipt and collect it within fifteen working days.

MC: Mm, got it, thank you.

Gavin is currently storing the Aeroplane Chess pieces into the box. Hearing this conversation, he gives me a puzzled look.

Gavin: Haven’t you already gone for a physical examination this year? Are you feeling unwell?

MC: No, no. I’m using the report for the registration.

I deliberately pretend to be secretive, leaning towards him. Then, I show him the registration form that I had submitted online beforehand.

MC: I’m going to get a Private Pilot License.

[ Part Two: First Day of School ]

On the first day of aviation training, I set the alarm to wake me up at 6.30am. Even Gavin is stunned at the level of enthusiasm I have for learning.

Gavin: The courses for the aviation license can get pretty dry. You have to be mentally prepared.

MC: Are you referring to things like meteorology, aircraft structure, air traffic regulations?

Gavin: Mm. Aside from the exams, such knowledge is necessary for aircraft pilots.

While he speaks, he lifts his head to give me a smile.

Gavin: But they definitely won’t stump you.

After packing my things, I grab a random jacket and prepare to leave.

The classes take place in the suburbs, and it takes an hour to get there. Despite waking up early, I’d be late if I don’t hurry up.

But Gavin is clearly not too worried about this matter. He holds a slice of bread in his mouth while looking at his phone.

Gavin: Since I’m sending you there, you won’t be late. Before your first official lesson, I’ll give you a flight class.

I walk over to him, pulling up the zipper of his uniform, and also picking up the motorcycle helmet from the table.

MC: To prevent this from being a mere flash in the pan, I want to leave the joy of flight to the end of the course. But if going by land would make me late...

Gavin rolls the bread into his mouth, taking the helmet from my hand.

Gavin: No matter the route, you won’t be late. Oh yes, what class are you taking today?

[ Part Two, Option 1: Principles of Meteorology ]

Instructor: I’ll ask some small questions to test your foundation and see if you take note of knowledge in this area.

He opens the PowerPoint presentation, then uses a laser pointer to point at the image on the first page - it's a cumulus cloud with a flat bottom layer and a high, upward curve at the top.

Instructor: Does anyone know what this cloud is called?

MC: Cumulus congestus cloud.

Instructor: Correct. The next question - when the International Civil Aviation Organisation observes cloud volume, how many segments do they divide the sky into?

MC: It should be eight segments.

I recall that Gavin brought this up before.

Instructor: Not bad, miss. You did preparatory work beforehand, didn’t you?

MC: No no, I have a friend who has a better understanding in this area, so I was just influenced.

After saying this, chuckles drift from the surroundings. The instructor nods in understanding.

Instructor: In that case, you won’t have a problem during the exams.

MC: ...I’ll do my best.

After all, my confidence is limited when it comes to exams.

Just as I’m thinking about this, I receive a notification on my phone. Gavin has sent me an incredibly large document file.

Gavin: I don’t know how to teach, so I compiled some materials you might need for the exam.

I grip my phone, suddenly feeling like the weather is so good that it makes one carefree and relaxed.

It’s just an exam. I’ll definitely be fine.

[ Part Two, Option 2: Aviation Regulations Class ]

At 2pm in the afternoon, the sun shines from above. I had a full meal, so fighting against the sleeping bug is a difficult challenge.

Instructor: Before the flight, the captain has to carry out the necessary inspections of the aircraft. Until the inspections are complete, you can’t take off. This regulation is easy to understand. In fact...

When the dullness of the course matches how fine the weather is, the entire classroom gets immersed in a drowsy atmosphere.

I take a few deep breaths and pat my face... but I still feel like sleeping.

Instructor: Okay, we’ll take a 10 minute break. You students look sleepy, so go wash your faces to freshen up.

The moment he finishes speaking, the sound of heads plopping down on the tables can be heard all around.

Just as I prepare to stand up and stretch, my phone suddenly vibrates.

Delivery boy: Hello, I’ve placed your take-out at the main counter.

MC: Take-out?

But I didn’t order take-out...

While I’m puzzled, the young lady from the main counter very politely brings the item to the classroom - it’s a cup of coffee.

There’s only one simple line on the note of the take-out: Persevere for a little longer. Gavin.

I retrieve the coffee from the bag, taking a tiny slip. The instructor walks past, giving me a glance from the side.

Instructor: Are you drinking coffee or milk tea? You’re smiling so happily.

MC: Being able to swim in the ocean of knowledge is always meant to be a happy thing.

The instructor gives me an expression which says, “like I’d actually believe you”.

MC: Instructor, let’s continue with the lesson. I’m not drowsy anymore. Learning for another four hours is no problem at all!

[ Part Three: Being Your Co-pilot ]

Gavin: Do you want to head out for a stroll after dinner? It seems to be really cooling outside.

I’m currently taking out plates from the kitchen drawer, subconsciously craning my head to glance outside.

MC: It’s going to rain, isn’t it...

Gavin: Really? I’ll check the weather forecast. Earlier in the afternoon, Eli mentioned taking out some time to wash his car at night. I even thought today would be a good day.

I step into the living room, setting down plates on the dining table.

MC: There are just some cumulonimbus clouds in the sky. It might not really rain.

Gavin scrolls through the real-time weather, then gives me a smile.

Gavin: It’s really going to rain.

He gets up, opening the rice cooker and scooping a full bowl of rice for me.

Gavin: At first, I even thought you’d find such theoretical knowledge boring. I didn’t think you’d learn them so earnestly. Looks like you really want to get the license.

MC: Of course. I want to be your co-pilot.

Although Gavin hasn’t even scooped rice for himself, he’s already served me a huge pile of vegetables.

Gavin: Sure. I’ll wait for the day you get your license.

Just as I’m about to talk about how assured I am about getting the license, I realise that the plate on my hand is becoming fuller and fuller.

Before I can even voice my question, Gavin responds.

Gavin: Learning is tough. You need to eat a little more. I also bought you ice-cream. It’s in the second compartment of the freezer. I remember you mentioning that as long as you eat something delicious during difficult times, you can press on easily.

MC: ...hahaha! Mm! After having this meal, I’ll complete all my post-class homework!

[ Aviation Terminology Class ]

MC: Calling for the control tower. Number N8596 has arrived, and is requesting for a landing gate.

Gavin (through the phone): Number N8596, you may use aircraft Gate Number One.

Gavin’s light-hearted laughter drifts from the phone.

Gavin: Shouldn’t your class end at 7pm? It’s only 6pm.

MC: The plan was to be dismissed at 7pm, but... for some reason, those in my class were really interested in the Aviation Terminology class, so they did their preparatory work in advance. The three hour class was over in one and a half hours. The instructor said that we already grasped all the key points, so we were dismissed early. What about you? How much longer till you’re off work?

Gavin: For me... less than half an hour. You could think about what to do with this unexpectedly free hour. I remember that there’s a new dessert shop opposite the cinema.

MC: You remembered? I never even told you about it. How could you remember? Officer Gavin, you better tell me the truth. You didn’t remember it - you specially searched it up.

Gavin: Mm, I specially searched it up. I even found that there are claw machines along the shopping street on the ground level of the cinema.

MC: Looks like what I’m going to do in the next hour has already been scheduled.

Gavin: Wait for me at the office first. I’ll look for you once I’m done with the work on hand.

[ Part Four: Flight Practice ]

Today’s the first flight practice class. The instructor is sitting in the co-pilot seat, watching my every move throughout the entire journey.

I wasn't nervous at first, but each time he glances at me, I involuntary wonder if I’ve done something wrong.

In an instant, I recall the fear of taking the aviation exam...

Until the plane successfully takes flight, I keep feeling as though the thing suspending in the air isn’t the plane, but my heart.

Instructor: It’s rare for you to make a trip up here. What’s there to be nervous about? Come, lift your head and look at the sky.

At this moment, countless gripes flash across my mind: What’s so nice about the sky? I’ve seen all kinds of skies. Right now, all I want is to fly the plane...

But the moment I lift my head, I’m rendered speechless.

Instructor: How is it? The first time I saw it, I was so stunned that I couldn't speak either.

MC: It’s really beautiful.

Sunlight casts a layer of golden hue on the soft and white clouds, blending the colours of gold and crimson.

I’m unable to describe how the scenery before me makes me feel.

It’s a feeling which... makes one feel that life has meaning.

All of a sudden, another thought surfaces in my mind: I wonder what went through Gavin’s mind when he saw such a sight for the first time.

The instructor sitting next to me glances at me from the side.

Instructor: Thinking about your boyfriend again?

MC: [blushing] ...no!

Instructor: It’s normal. Each time I’m flying, I can’t help but think of my wife. There isn’t a reason to it. It’s just a sudden thought, an involuntary reaction.

The instructor laughs as he gives me advice with a contagious smile.

Instructor: If you’re thinking about him, just do it. It’s fine. It’s a normal thing. When you see certain things, your natural reaction is to think of someone.

MC: ...Instructor, I usually can’t tell, but you’re actually quite philosophical.

I grab the joystick of the plane, watching as countless clouds drift past leisurely.

All I want to do is take a photograph of this moment for Gavin.

Date: here

Gavin watching as I drool over the thought of Eli scrubbing his car in the rain while wearing a singlet:

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc gavin #summary of the prologue: gavin is the perfect boyfriend

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