#WHY IS THIS NONOPTIONAL

[alazyparallelworld]

realized that - due to the drastic changes of semiferal 310 designs - i couldn't have, easy modifications to signify if any particular drawing was of 'pregame'/PG, kage/bon.. so...! i decided to make, specific designs for PG.

extra thoughts below

like - for the old design - pictured below (jan '22) the droop ears = bon. any upright would mean, ig ou.

in case you've never seen the old designs... here u are... still made in jan '22

right at the end of july '22, i decided they needed a design overhaul. this is partially bc i made a unique kage for a friend - the following pics are from july 25th and 30th, respectively.

as you can tell - my initial redesign, i wanted to keep it semi 'faithful' but i decided a total overhaul was needed. the second round was revised furthermore, w/ the removal of the neck scruff and the tadpole tail.

ou didn't get his thick, coated back until - last month, dec '22. this is partially why i removed my last pinned post artwork, as i feel that this final change Completed his design. Near perfection.

sai's design - IS ONE I'M STILL NOT, fully satisfied with. it's always been a bit too 'clunky' for me, not harmonious.. in late nov '22 she got her first major 'overhaul,' post-secondary design in her ears, wings, and tail... but this didn't stick.

the last time i drew her 'old ears,' was in late dec, about two weeks later. the ears worked for the icon's size and pose.

i experimented then with different ear shapes, sizes, placement... and for a small time, i tried no ears at all - but this was a Nonoption to my girlfriend. after all, sai is Her and also Her Girl, so my gf would have the final say.

for now i've decided to - well, really, it was a subconscious decision - give her old!Bon's ears.

perhaps, one day.. hopefully soon.. she will 'click' to me. Will reach ou's level of, perfection. A puzzling girl.

#uhhh i guess #i made this ★ #despite it mostly being rambly. lol #310 tag #idk why u would wanna rb this but ill have them open anyway?

[s-e-v-e-n-24]

Sunny d n mint n babybel wrapper

Aktsfsj why do I scare you I have done nothing wrong ever in my life/lh

Love that everyone has decided to go with aggressive nonoptional cookie baking and frolicking very cottagecore of us all

#asks #ask game

[monstercumhrt]

college i dont know how to tell you this but I DONT WANT $40.50 WORTH OF BUS PASSES

#ugggggghhhhhhhhh i cant even deny themmmmmmm #ig they need to get money outta me somehow but like. what the fuck #its fucking online education what #also #WHY IS THIS NONOPTIONAL #I DONT WANT THEM #I DONT HAVE THE MF MONEYYYYYYYYYYYY #ugh #i want to commit a Crime #college

[mjalti]

I come from money and my own job pays me plenty but my boyfriend (I'm gay) is poor, homeless, works at a restaurant. He refuses to let me pay for a roof under his head, to move in with me, to let me buy groceries, to let me pay for him to finish school, to let me find him a position at my own job. I love him but at this point I feel he's being stubborn? We barely have time for each other. Could I do something about this? I'm like the opposite of your past anon, lol.

Optional but effective Gameplan: Go in to his restaurant & ask to be served by him, only. If he asks why you’re there, just be like “umm waiter? I would like my food..” and then tip a ridiculous amount. If you know groceries cost $200, tip $100 each day for a week. This part is crucial: do not talk to him about this while you’re on a date etc. just play completely stupid. “Huh? That’s how much I tip.” Do this everyday for a week. Then:

(Nonoptional, critical part)

At the end of the week pull him aside. Say that you understand how he feels and you would never insult his work ethic, his pride, or his ability to provide for himself. But that you are in love with him & you also want to care for your partner & to look at this situation through your eyes. Would he be comfortable knowing that his partner was working 6x the amount in order to make something that he could easily cover? Would he sleep well knowing the person he loves is barely making groceries or is hurting financially? Then, drop the bomb: “I already know you don’t love me for my money, if that’s what you’re worried about. I already know you would work this much if I needed to put myself through school. I just need you around too and a partnership is about how we can help each other. I need you to let me in & let me love you in this way. You don’t have to answer me today, but I need you to communicate with me, and please don’t let your pride rule over our love for each other.”

& boom, themed wedding in Bora Bora 2023.

If he’s still resistant to this, or uncomfortable with this, please consider a relationship therapist. I will tell you that it is incredibly difficult to actually be a regular person and genuinely in love with someone who makes 7x as much as you. It’s rarely anything like the movies where the other person gets a Cheshire grin on their face going “score!”. It’s constant worrying about if your partner knows that you love them despite the money, despite the rumors (and yes... there are always negative insinuations about the “financially dependent” spouse.), despite the feelings of guilt that you’re facing (“I cannot accept even a penny bc I don’t want him to think that I love him only for his money.”) untimely, it is as detrimental to a relationship as any other problem regarding pride. And to overcome that requires a deep level of vulnerability, love, and communication. Sometimes, it’s critical to get an expert in that area to help you get your point across. & also remember that I love expensive purses 😌

#anonymous #qnotqueue

[nikkywrites]

Find The Word Tag 17

Thank you for the tags @drippingmoon and @blindthewind! Sorry this is late, but on the bright side, these are good snippets. My words to find were defeat, fail, loss, gave, took, love and lost. Did love twice because I omitted the first word (deceit) and I couldn't choose one. All snippets from Light and What Lies Below!

Defeat

"Are you capable of not being a menace for three seconds?" he asks, looking over at her in playful exasperation.

Calypso holds his gaze. She waits.

One.

Two.

Three.

He looks quite confused. Did he not see this coming? Years of companionship and she would have thought he'd guess she'd do this. It was classic.

Four.

"Yes," she replies. "See? I just did so for four seconds."

He sighs in defeat. "That just makes you a bigger menace."

"The best, would you say?"

"The worst."

She bites her lip and thinks about that. "Doesn't being the worst at a bad thing actually make me the best?"

"I don't like your logic."

Fail

His will to stay angry is plain, but he softens quickly. His hand curls tighter around hers. "I do not want to be the reason this fails," he admits, quiet. "I like the idea of it and not just because it grants me less work."

Loss

"I didn't mean to say it and I shouldn't have. It's cruel." Calypso laughs. Cruel? That was hardly a prick of her finger. Words were kind, compared to lost lives. Her words were not cruel at all. "I didn't mean to reduce you to-- to-- you know."

"The Kraken?" Calypso speaks through a wide grin. Cruel. One would think the goddess of duress would have a better understanding of the word. "It is fine. That is all most know me as. They blame me in every second. I can handle a moment from you."

Leucothea looks-- she wears an expression fitting for the domain she holds. Duress. Loss. Back-breaking hardship and sorrow.

Gave

"This isn't a joking time."

"Isn't it?"

He shakes his head, though amusement is tugging his lips into a weak smile. "I dislike you," he says.

"You love me."

He sighs. "You did not give me a choice in that matter."

"You are, if I recall," she settles beside him and presses her side to his, "the one who gave me a nickname."

Took

Calypso stares at him from the corner of her eye. He seems more comfortable, now, in the deep, under the burden he took too much of on his shoulders. He is more himself.

She does wonder sometimes, of all the words he could have picked to try to belittle her or humiliate her or tease her, why he chose that one. He has never admitted to it, but she suspects that he was looking for a friend and she was one of countless nonoptions. Was there even any other? Did any other being hand around death enough to get to know its God?

She does not think so. Perhaps that is another tragic thing never put to tune.

Love

She laughs.

Styx was a river of the dead, true, but she birthed good things as well. It all depended on which side of the river you approached from -- the side of the living, or the side of the dead. One strengthens, coats one's skin in invulnerability while the other brings unspeakable pain and a slow end. Styx was a border. Between living and dead, pain and invulnerability, soulful and soulless.

A paradox.

Calypso was one too. Goddess and beast. Sailor lover and sailor consumer. Kind and cruel.

Love

Leucothea drops her head in her hands. "No. You're right. I shouldn't have-- I know you care for the sailors. I'm sorry."

"No need." Calypso waves it off. The accusation still lingers, though. "It is fine." If she didn't want to be accused of being heartless, maybe she shouldn't hide her heart so deep in her chest. Do her sailors even know she loves them, at this rate? "A simple mistake on your part. Already forgotten."

Forgotten. Would she be, one day? Is all she is ever going to be known for is being the Kraken and not the goddess? Was her caring too subtle?

No. Her ocean wraps around her, caressing her skin with rising bubbles. She is as the ocean is. It loves covertly and hates harshly. If she was different, she would not be a representative of her ocean. The sea.

She must remember that.

Lost

Leucothea's tears dilute the moment they press out of her eyes. In more retrospective moments, Calypso wonders if this is why the sea tastes of salt -- because of sorrow and tears and all the things lost at sea.

Tagging (with no pressure): @dontcrywrite @forthesanityofsome @unlimited-poetential @dragonfruitflamb3 @deciphered-narrator and anyone who'd like to hop in to find the words sorrow, tears, sorry, forgotten and mistake.

#find the word #find the word tag #excerpt #snippet #writing snippet #wip light and what lies below #wip lawlb #ocean fable #calypso and thanatos being best buds #calypso #thanatos #leucothea #these snippets are pretty bunched together actually. fun fact #from only three different scenes believe it or not #a chat with thanatos. one with leucothea. and the snippet about styx is just kinda there XD

[mallowstep]

With Feathertail being paired with Brook in the Misty au, who does Stormheart end up with, if anyone? Also along those lines, does Brook choose to join Riverclan to be with Feathertail? Do they end up raising a litter of kits together later on? Who confesses their feelings first?

misty au spoilers below the cut, in case folks care

it's funny bc like i can't remember what i've shared on here. i'm like 90% sure i've shared every ship i've worked out but -- you know it's been...god it's been like 3wks since misty au infested my brain. i think. time blind.

okay.

feathertail/brook stuff

so they have! a lot of stuff going on, but i'll cut to the chase. there's some cultural misunderstandings, feathertail learning to talk about her trauma, and dating a single mother.

brook and feathertail bond after feathertail kill...it's sharptooth, right? yeah. that's when they start to bond. they got on fine before that, but when the other questing cats go back to the clans, brook and feathertail grow closer.

i'm -- not one for confessing emotions? sorry? so they don't have like. a moment. feathertail and brook just grow close together and like. i have to figure out tribe courtship stuff before i can say much more, but feathertail can't do the bringing-gifts thing (for riverclan, trinkets), so she befriends brook's family.

they have...i think it's about two months together? i'm really, really not sure. the timeline for tnp is kind of weird. i haven't done that math. either way, even if feathertail wanted to stay with brook (over staying with her kits, mistyfoot, etc.), the mountain is too cold to be good for her, so that's a nonoption.

brook eventually joins riverclan. i haven't decided exactly why, if the stuff in outcast matters, etc., but she joins riverclan. might make irregular trips to see her kin tho. not sure.

i haven't decided if they raise kits together, but probably not. feathertail would feel like -- she couldn't play with them as much, couldn't take care of them as much, and she'd feel bad. feathertail is very around the nursery anyway.

i'm very much not decided on that, tho.

stormheart's mate?

stormheart and shadepelt get together! they actually start to court pretty early on. i'm lingering on posting stormheart's first fic because it ends after both "like this morning reveals to me" and "in the tide of her breathing," the two contenders for "next fics in the series," but it also starts at the same time as "after the foxes have known our taste" and "i didn't care much how long i lived."

anyway, shade/storm stuff begins in that, and continues in the background of the series. i'm not sure when things get official, but i'm about 65% sure i want them to be the adoptive parents of the three.

#misty au #ask #anon #mine #feathertail/brook is just #*mwah* #i'm excited about them #brook gets pov over their relationship developing #and she's such a gd simp for her gf

[silver-wield]

why is it that most aerith stans love to shit on tifa, they make a big fuss out of oh “cloud had a reaction aeriths dress while he didnt towards tifa” yall do know u only get that if u do all her sidequests right and just like with tifa she asks CLOUD on what she should wear. sorry clouds too caught up in worry to have any other reaction than pouting when tifa says she’ll be ok. oh and when a NONOPT CUTSCENE WHERE CLOUD CALLS HER BEAUTIFUL,, silence or “he’s talking about the drink” smh

I was literally just discussing this with someone about that red dress. And I just finished an analysis and left this bit out since I don’t like comparing the two girls to make a point. It’s all spec either way, but once I hit on an idea I unravel it to see if it flies and this has got lift. 

So let’s touch on the bit I left out about that red dress they love so much.

Symbolism.

I don’t like to say a symbol only belongs to one girl because that’s dumb. But, both Tifa and Aerith have a symbol we associate to each.

Tifa: stars Aerith: flowers.

Both the ratty pink one and the one I suspect is her canon outfit -- the middle one -- have flowers only as their motif.

The red dress has stars. It makes a point of focusing on them. We start at the ankle strap on Aerith’s shoe and then focus on her neck where we see a star necklace. There are no flowers on Aerith’s dress. They’re in her hair. 

Why is that important? Because Cloud only gets a front facing view. He doesn’t see the flowers that symbolise Aerith. He sees stars that symbolise his promise to someone else.

So, we’ve got this ott scene of fireworks and red carpet and fans clamouring all over to get a pic of this stunning beauty who has stars as her symbolism. It’s a very unrealistic, sort of wish fulfilment moment. A what if.

What did Cloud miss that he might want a bit of wish fulfilment for? Who does he associate with stars? Who said to get dressed up and hit the town?

Tifa. 

The utterly unrealistic situation here isn’t just a wow moment, it’s part of what makes Aerith’s warning about them not being real have more weight. There’s a sense of things being fake. Of Aerith being a replacement. And Cloud’s ott expression fits that too. That’s not a Cloud face of any kind. 

So, if we look at it from the take of Cloud wishing he’d been able to see Tifa all dressed up and react to her -- instead of what actually happened where he worked his ass off getting back to her only to be disappointed -- then the unrealistic nature of the scene makes more sense.

#final fantasy 7 remake spoilers #final fantasy 7 remake analysis #additional info #wall market dresses

[glittercorvid]

wish my brain didn’t randomly decide to give me nonoptional ted talks about my own fucking opinions and world views like. hey brain? buddy? i already know why i think that, you don’t need to write me an essay about it when i’m just trying to read a flower shop au and feel joy

#me: aha he's flustered that's so cute #my brain: you know what isn't cute? the infantilization and sexualization of trans identity and the ways both view hurt trans children #me: uhh you're right homie but n e ways i think they're gonna hold hands now and that's really more the vibe rn #my brain: in order to dispel these views from mainstream society and protect trans kids we must first understand the root of each view #me: please.... he's going to give him flowers and then get kissed and then they'll live happily ever after please just give me this #my brain: now we can't understand transgender infantilization until we've discussed society's denial of all children's full humanity #stop the elevator i'd like to get off #dan.txt

[foul-fortune-feline]

Aren't u supposed to post abt ur life or smth on this site

Well here goes.

I've had a less than great past few days. I had my best friend nearly throw away much of what was keeping her safe, to which I responded, in my desperation, almost as poorly as I could've imagined.

The next day started great. I went to a job fair and made some very promising connections.

It ended poorly. Someone in the transitional house I was living in didn't like me. Let's call her Aleph. Aleph came up to me while I was talking with a staff member, and said some ridiculously ironic shit, telling me not to interrupt her while talking to staff to bitch at her (as she did exactly that, despite I'd been avoiding her?) Anyway, things escalated.

She grabbed me by the hair, pulled me out of my seat, and shoved her face in mine. Threatened me with murder. And I learned something about myself during this encounter. I could think of a few ways to get out of the situation. First, I went through what to say. I tried thinking of many different things but none of them were capable of defusing the situation. So flight was my next option. I would've tried to run had she not had my hair (despite being cornered). I thought of ways to make her release me. I could've knocked her to the floor, broken her arm, headbutted her in the nose. All these things would've been near certain escape almost unharmed, for me. I filed them as "very last ditch ideas". I ended up going with the stupid one I'd only seen in media.

Assailant grabs victim, in much the same fashion as she was me. Victim spits, assailant drops victim to wipe face, victim has a chance to run.

"My best chance" I thought. Completely uncertain of the viability, but no real harm caused to the very person threatening to kill me. That was the concern.

It didn't work. She immediately threw me to the ground, still holding my hair, and started beating me in the face with her knee. By the second blow I already knew if I turned amd kicked of a nearby desk I could easily throw her to the ground. A chance to escape. And an immediate nonoption. "What if she hit her head, or I broke something?"

Why?? I couldn't even tell you. But as she continued to wail on my face with great brutality, while telling me "If we were outside right now I'd kill you", I sat, knowing exactly how to escape the situation but not even attempting for fear of damaging someone.

I'm no saint, but apparently I'm a pacifist. To a fault in some interpretations, while others have praised me for it. I personally don't really know how to feel, but I defo want to learn some de-escalation techniques.

So I couldn't throw a punch to save my life, right? And I'm too damn dumb to know how to get out of such a situation otherwise. Well I got kicked out of my housing for it. Yea. Because of the spit. I dunno abt you, but that seems like a possibly misguided attempt at self-defense, in which I was more concerned about my assailant's health and wellbeing than my own.

So now, I'm going to be put out on the streets. With said agressor. I was terrified. How could I sleep at night? I turned to the one person I knew I was capable of harming. I hadn't made it to the edge of the first story railing by the time I was brought to the ground by a member of staff.

I don't know if I would've done it. I doubt it. I really want to live, and sure I was terrified but I'm pretty sure I just wanted to see if even that was available as an escape route. As mentioned, it wasn't. But another had opened, of sorts.

I answered the cop's questions honestly, and he said he couldn't take me in as I didn't meet criteria for a 51-50. So the case manager for the program suggested I talk to someone. I answered essentially "Yes??? Of course??????? Trauma???"

And so he took me to a mental facility and I swear fast talked me into there. I had no one to talk to. We weren't allowed erasers, so I couldn't draw.

I tried talking to some of the folk there but those who weren't yelling and banging on the walls (getting a good few anxiety attacks out of me and a couple full on panic attacks) would either hear completely different words than I said, or incessantly misgender me, or only talk about sexual experiences in disgusting detail.

I met somebody awesome the last day I was there. But for most of the first two I had TV and sleep as company, along with staff who were scarcely receptive to conversation.

At the end of the second day I was going stir crazy and finally got some contacts out of my phone so I could talk to a friend. I sobbed so hard through most of the conversation I soaked a good portion of my shirt.

I got out, and I'm doing a helluva lot better. I've got a bed for the night, I was able to shower, fresh clothes, study, watch the latest episode of Netflix's Patriot Act with Hasan Minhaj, study. But I've got no idea where I'll sleep tomorrow.

And I have to carry two suitcases and a backpack everywhere I go (along with my purse, which purse + suitcase = hell)

I've filed a grievance against the handling of the situation, especially with the times Aleph had openly threatened me in front of staff and how I'd pushed for a conflict resolution workshop or something similar. But until that goes through I'm vulnerable.

I have $22 and no credit card (plus debt). I've applied for GA, meeting on Wednesday.

I need to:

A) Find somewhere to sleep

B) Avoid cops

C) Avoid Aleph (esp in unsurveilled areas)

D) Be interview-ready, should the need arise

E) Keep all my stuff safe

I dunno what to do, really. I'm going to spend as much time looking for resources as I can, but I really don't know what to do.

If by some miracle any of my couple dozen or so mutuals have any advice I'd love to hear it. I live in Sacramento, CA. Honestly a safe place to store my shit alone would be a miracle.

[libramoon2]

Caela’s Story #4

There were other people back there/then, bound up in who she was, who she has become. Now she is happy to pick out their voices in this visit to her past, her child mind. Her memories drifting, focus in on Maris, strong hands, open caring face. "Singer's mother, but in so many ways a mother to me." Maris had taught her to sew, a strangely relaxing use of her hands and so practical for keeping garments in repair. She did not have Maris's talent, nor her daughters', Singer's sisters, for the magic of the cloth. She did not seem to have the necessary patience. She did enjoy those times of womanly intimacy among Maris and her girls, sharing reminiscences, studying together in their conversation worlds of ideas and discoveries. The instance that occurred to her now was from when she was of the age still a child but starting to become aware of the intricate charms of romance. Puzzled by what was not evident from Maris's reminiscing, she had asked: "Why aren't you angry, bitterly angry, when you speak of Aron? He betrayed you, deserted you and your children to keep his happy easy life." Aron had been Maris's husband, father of her girls (but not Singer), back in the city, before the troubled times that marked her community's history. Aron had left Maris rather than be exiled with her. He was not of the marked group except by marriage. The marriage had to go, not him. "There is no need to annoy myself with anger." Maris had pointed out. "He is the one who has missed out on this life, caught in the intrigues and unfortunate values we left behind. He is quite angry, ashamed, disappointed with himself, and does not have me to help him sort out his frustrations and confusions. I must admit, looking back, that a good part of why I was attracted to him, why I married him, was that he felt so needy at a time when I was consumed by the need to be needed. Having kids makes that nonoptional, puts it into immediate focus. Aron's needs were no longer so important to me. Now, I'm not sorry that I loved him. I am sorry for him for giving up on himself, what he could have been if he'd ever really believed he could. When we're young we take so much on faith in the future to make up for our ignorance." That was the kind of thing Maris would say. It all made sense in her clear, deliberate imagery, punctuated by wisps of passionate emotion that Caela had not understood at the time. What would Singer say? The very young Singer when they were children working out together what must be the meaning, the appropriate attitudes toward life; Singer through all the years until the years that no longer held him. He was always with her still, in a sense by her side. She could feel his strength, unwavering sincerity, light gentleness of being. She could hear him lapsing into song as an integral part of whatever task or frivolity engaged him. He had always been so present in her life, from very early years. They had grown together such that his physical presence though missed was never essential to their bond. Children together, parents together. Felicity had something of her mother's gift for healing, though not her intensity. She was more her father's easy-going side-kick, bright, flirtatious, friendly in that way of caressing openness, that sunny temperament that everybody loves. See her loving her life in the chaotic home she creates and shares with so many busy friends, constant activities, every day a celebration. Singer and Felicity always bubbling over with fun, enticing Caela to let go and enjoy the merriment. Just thinking of them always lightened her heart, widened her smile, brought laughter to her eyes. He would say: "There is so much beauty, in here, out there, everywhere. Come, enjoy it all with me. Open your senses, feel that everpresent amazement when you take it all in. Feel me experiencing with you, my most precious friend." Yes, he would be dancing, hugging, exhorting with melody and rhythm, imaging a clownish comedy of musical movement, hyperbolized flowering woods filled with glorious natural delights. She could feel his dancing eyes, sunlight smile, adoration, fused into the Singer center of her mind. Always.

#metafiction #serial #colony world #witch subculture #conflict