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gojos-thot-patrol · 6 months

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HI AIDEN I had a lot of fun with the entire story involving The Sims and it raised some questions for me. imagine our dear sukuna, nanami, gojo and geto playing the sims Do you think Sukuna would wreak havoc and kill everyone in the game? Would gojo let someone in his family die because of being negligent or maybe flirting with all the sims in the game? Would Nanami build a house from scratch? and would geto have a big family?

thinking a lot about the scenes

BYE AIDEN

You want me to combine my hyperfixations on main? Moon, I could kiss you!

HOW THE JJK MEN PLAY SIMS

Starting with

Satoru Gojo

🎮Okay so I really feel like Gojo is in love with the mundane, mostly because his own life is so far removed from it. So, Gojo actually plays a pretty calm game.

🎮Or, he tries to at least.

🎮He has a thousand founders for generation challenges he will never complete, a million builds that he made the shell of and never went back too, and his world is riddled with homeless sims he made for rags to riches stories.

🎮Really, he always goes back to his favorite sim- is super sim that me made on accident. A random sim that he got so attached to he turned aging off so they wouldn't die, and that he tends to and frets over like a favored pet.

🎮He definitely has all the DLC and is a little bit ashamed of it. He even has DLC that he's never touched- like horse ranch. Why does he have horse ranch? He hates horses (Because how DARE An animal of that size be that skiddish and breakable) so why does he own HORSE RANCH?!

🎮So that he still owns all the DLC, that's why. It as just a much a mark or pride as it is shame for him.

🎮He probably has a few script mods here and there, like the cuddling mod or the real estate mod, but for the most part his modding starts and ends with CC. He LOVES CC, mostly cause the Sims team (in his humble opinion) makes shit clothes. All maxis match.

🎮He gets on telling himself he's only going to play for an hour tops at 6 pm and OOPS the sun is up. He swears maxis puts speed in this game.

Suguru Geto

🎮the opposite of Gojo- this man is a menace.

🎮Suguru's got a lot of built up rage he's repressing, and 100% takes it out on his digital dolls. If you're a sim and you displease him- straight to the fenced in pool.

🎮He has the extreme violence and life tragedies mods installed. You know why.

🎮Had his sim marry into the goth family just to murder them and take everything they had. You know- what Don Lothario failed to do.

🎮Oh, that's another thing: He has beef with these pixels.

🎮Like, yes- he knows it's unreasonable and a little childish...But if he ever ever catches Nancy Landgrab on the streets it is ON. SIGHT.

🎮He will just let his sims wreak whatever havoc they see fit. like "Oh, you want to cheat on your husband with the pizza delivery guy when your husband is literally standing right there? Who am I to stand in the way of feminism."

🎮He will also forget sims. Like, he'll set a sim up to do something, go play with a different sim in the house, and it will be like a real word fifteen minuets (keep in mind, a in game day is only 24 minuets) before he realizes the mom has been missing because she's been practicing violin with no end in sight and is about to piss herself. oops.

🎮He has a few of the DLC that interest him, like city living and snowy escape. He has all the occult packs but his favorite is Realm of Magic....duh. He only plays sorcerers and always goes down the chaos magic tree. You know why.

Nanami Kento

🎮Nanami is here to build.

🎮Nanami gets on the sims to build he dream homes and experiment with different layouts and such that he might like. And he's actually gotten really good at it.

🎮Like some of his builds are in the maxis showcase and he's quite popular on the gallery

🎮What determines if he buys any sort of DLC is if he likes the build buy items or not. and as such, most of his mods are also for build buy

🎮He does play a little bit of the actual game too though, but he tends to get board of it pretty quick. He's tried to make evil sims of dubious moral character and he just can not.

🎮Like, when Suguru tells him about his game play he just looks on in horror. What do you mean your sims has five secret families and an artist slave, do you not feel horrible? Have you no shame?

🎮I think Island Living is his favorite pack because he likes Sulani so much. He thinks it's a pretty place for a home. And mermaids are neat- he guesses.

🎮He also likes Werewolves cause Celene is his favorite townie. He started his first ever generation challenge with her and she's had a special place in his heart cause of it

Ryomen Sukuna

🎮menace

🎮monster

🎮A little too happy with the extreme violence mod

🎮Sukuna is here to fuck shit up- you can not tell me other wise.

🎮His sim has an artist sim painting locked in the basement that sells painting for the main sim to get money. His sim has romanced and ruined half the town and physically fought the rest.

🎮He genuinely plays to see how much chaos he can cause, and has mods to help him do it. extreme violence, life tragedy, fuck it- wicked whims he wants to see the world burn.

🎮He has all the DLC but that's because he pirated it- which is very cool and sexy of him.

🎮Have you ever seen a kid play with their barbies? The ones that are maybe a lil traumatized and have their dolls going through some of the most insane shit? Kidnapping, drug abuse, domestic violence, murder!

🎮Thats how Sukuna plays sims. You walk in and the house he's playin in is on fire and he's just contently watching as he sips his tea

🎮He doesn't play very often, but when he does he binges it. He gets on for hours at a time, then he doesn't touch it for months

🎮I will say, he does have a special place in his heart for Gregg. A monster that the town fears and hates who attacks on sight? That guy gets it.

BONUS: CHOSO KAMO!

🎮He is what Gojo wishes he was.

🎮Choso has so many successful generations challenges under his belt it's not even funny. He's never played a rags to riches game he didn't knock out of the park.

🎮The only challenge he won't do it the hundred baby challenge. Too personal.

🎮He honestly gets pretty attached to his sims, which is natural all things considered, and is genuinely a little bummed when they die. Oh well, onto the next.

🎮He's pretty bad at naming his sims, so he just lets random take the wheel. Or he lets one of his brothers name them. That's how he got his favorite sim: Giznap Lee Macintosh Bartholomew the Third.

🎮He also has all of the DLC but that's because, like Sukuna, he pirated it. Which is very cool and sexy of him.

🎮As far as mods go- he's never really felt the need to get any of them other than CC. Basemental Drugs maybe- but for the most part he's not super into script mods.

🎮His favorite townie is Bella Goth, but that's because he's been playing this game since Sims 2 and has been following her lore. Oh, you didn't know the sims had lore? It does and it's fucking insane. Bella goth caused Sims 4 to break off into an alternate timeline from the main games- no I'm not kidding

🎮He plays the game mostly in the background while he does other things- like reading or drawing. He is a brave man

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #satoru gojo #nanami kento #suguru geto #choso kamo #jjk headcannons #gojo headcannons #geto headcannons #nanami headcanons #sukuna headcanons #choso headcanons #sims 4

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themodernwitchsguide · 2 months

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tarot and their divinatory meanings

this is part one, with the Major Arcana

0 - The Fool

UPRIGHT: new beginnings, optimism and freedom (sometimes foolhardy), lightheartedness, infinite potential, lack of discipline, you are advised to take some risks

REVERSED: lack of caution/control, you need to be planning more, carelessness, apathy, even vanity/self-centeredness

I - The Magician

II - The High Priestess

UPRIGHT: willpower, self-reliance, a chance to use your skill(s), creativity/diplomacy, creating things for/by yourself

REVERSED: deception, trickery, insecurity that you may hide, poor judgement, someone may be using you/lying

III - The Empress

UPRIGHT: wisdom, mystery, don't get so caught up in yourself that you lose your way, listen to your gut, a cloudy future, secrets

REVERSED: confusion, you may have been ignoring your intuition, ignorance, passion that may distract you

IV - The Emperor

UPRIGHT: a parent/nurturer, femininity/a feminine person, the divine feminine, hidden actions (that benefit you), safety, good fortune, building a future

REVERSED: uncertainty, too concerned with others, lack of satisfaction, infidelity, letting others decide for you too often

V - The Hierophant

UPRIGHT: masculinity/a masculine person, honor, discipline, authoritative, reason, pursue your goals with strategy and logic, you may take on a leadership role

REVERSED: a tyrannical/weak person or leader, immaturity, lack of self-control, confusion, someone making you feel poweless

VI - The Lovers

UPRIGHT: tradition, ritual, servitude, follow the grain, religion, mercy/goodness, timidity

REVERSED: feeling controlled, go against the grain OR overgenerosity, weakness of institution, eccentricity

VII - The Chariot

UPRIGHT: love, trust, unity, a couple that has overcome trials, romance, harmony between two people while still maintaining individuality

REVERSED: contrarieties, imbalance, lack of communication, avoiding taking responsibility, failure to overcome

VIII - Strength

UPRIGHT: triumph, feeling vengeance/anger (not in a bad way), maintain focus and determination, control over a situation, create a plan or follow through with an existing one

REVERSED: defeat, lack of willpower OR obsession with goals, quarreling, unfavorable legal proceedings

IX - The Hermit

UPRIGHT: power, energy, strength despite circumstances, capability to speak your mind, a compassionate person who others rely on

REVERSED: abuse of power, loneliness or jealousy, weakness, lack of conviction/faith, self-esteem issues

X - The Wheel of Fortune

UPRIGHT: search for inner truth, take a chance to be alone and do some introspection, potentially a mentor enters your life, meditation

REVERSED: seclusion would only be harmful, hastiness, unreasonable fear/caution, trapped in your own world

XI - Justice

UPRIGHT: fate, the tides will change (whether for better or worse), external forces are at work, live in the moment (if things are going well) OR have faith (if things are going poorly)

REVERSED: bad luck has plagued you, do not cling to a sense of control--learn to accept your situation

XII - The Hanged Man

UPRIGHT: judgement will come (good/bad), equity, truth, being treated fairly, negotiations, legal matters

REVERSED: bigotry, bias, living in denial, cruel punishment, bad legal judgements

XIII - Death

UPRIGHT: spiritual wisdom, life put on pause, stall if you can so that you may reconsider, sacrifice

REVERSED: selfishness, feeling of wasted effort, over-exertion OR not enough effort

XIV - Temperance

UPRIGHT: end of an era and beginning of a new one, change, transformation, reminder of mortality, let go of unhealthy attachments

REVERSED: resisting change, depression, fear of the unknown is holding you back, lethargy, inertia

XV - The Devil

UPRIGHT: economy, do all things in moderation, patience, a level-headed person, re-evaluate your priorities, seek balance, connection with others

REVERSED: imbalance (the source of which is indicated by surrounding cards), misunderstanding, competition, too much of something

XVI - The Tower

UPRIGHT: greed, overindulgence, entrapment to an ideal, bad external influence(s), dissolution/vehemence

REVERSED: breaking from bondage, rest, a new life direction--but not without some effort

XVII - The Star

UPRIGHT: groundbreaking change, turbulent relationship--keep a level head, can indicate a disaster or just a sudden restructuring

REVERSED: tyranny, lack of or resistant to change, crisis looming on the horizon--let it happen

XVIII - The Moon

UPRIGHT: hope, recovering from a loss, a blend of past and future, bright prospects, faith, occult/spiritual power

REVERSED: arrogance, feeling of defeat/loss of faith, delays, indifference, lack of self-esteem

XIX - The Sun

UPRIGHT: a warning, danger in the dark, stay focused on your path, secrets, your fear will only hinder you

REVERSED: silence, confusion, negativity beginning to fade, instability, deception--but not severe

XX - Judgement

UPRIGHT: success, happiness, pleasure, a good relationship, contentment, share your gifts with others

REVERSED: joy--but less so than the upright meaning, perhaps you are unable to see the good things, over-optimism, uncertainty

XXI - The World

UPRIGHT: change of position, renewal, self-reflection, past may come to give consequence, acquiring a purpose

REVERSED: weakness, indecision due to self-consciousness, separation, denial, take time for yourself

UPRIGHT: completion, wholeness, travel, fulfillment/success, generosity, love for others

REVERSED: disappointment, you're missing something in your life, stagnation or an impending change that you're dreading

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tuliprry · 1 year

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asthore (h.s)

summary: "yn and harry have been married for 3 years now, still a secret to the public. this is a comfort story, going back and forth of how they met and their married life and a lot of sweet drama in between. very full of love, fluffy, safe. "

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word count: 3.3k

warnings: death, anxiety, depression, christimas time, sex mention, fluff

sunday, 17 of december 2022, 3:36pm

the cold breeze from christmas approaching in the small italian village almost freeze y/n’s bones as she’s cruising through the christmas markets, the ligurian sea facing her as she hands a 5€ bill to the italian man that just finished filling a jar with taggiasca olives, “grazie! buone feste!” y/n says as she puts the jar back in the jean tote bag and covering her right hand with the black comfy glove once again. the humidity has driven y/n to have her hair constantly covered by a beanie or her curls would be so tangled she would spend an eternity in hair masks trying to salvage it. the phone pings.

soupy

“just passed passport control, 30 minutes and i’m home. i love you x H”

y/n smiles, feeling her cheeks blush up from thinking about seeing her husband after nearly two months since halloween in los angeles, the butterflies from being apart fly more in her stomach as she rushes to their italian home, this was the first christmas both their families would spend in the home they have been building in the small coastal village of sanremo, y/n had done her masters in the university of verona and absolutely fell in love with the country. and here she is, buying olives for christmas eve dinner, the first ever she’s hosting herself.

the white gate opens up as y/n presses the button attached to her keys, she sighs at the car standing in the driveway as harry told her to try and get used to it and he would teach them how to drive but y/n has a unreasonable fear of cars, even when she had to drive the bumper cars, she would cry and her dads would end up picking her out of the car. she walks down the darkened stone (by the raindrops) path, the automatic light shines, lightening up the whole entrance area, y/n opens the green heavy front door and is greeted by patata and notte, their two cats, “ahh my two girls!! daddy is about to be home so mama is gonna heat up the soy lasagna and light some candles!” y/n is used to only talking to the two kittens she had rescued with harry, she takes her gloves and beanie and her long brown coat, hanging them by the door as she closes it behind her.

soupy

“it’s raining really bad, i’m at the petrol station right by the theatre, 10 minutes i’m all yours, sweet bunny. god i miss you x”

bunny

“i already threw your jammies in the dryer so they’re warm when you get here, turned the ac on and i’m watching british news, just for you”

soupy

“you’re an angel!!!!! my angel wife”

y/n wrapped herself in a black silk robe that matches her pyjama set and sat on the sofa, heart heavy awaiting for harry to open the front door and them reuniting, her stomach was seriously going through it, she could barely work in the morning and had cereal for lunch as she felt too eager to even think about eating. the news were mentioning winter wonderland in london and how crowded they were after the pandemic, y/n missed london a little bit, being her home for most of the year and 2022 being the first time she’s not having a hot cocoa by the london eye just staring at the tourists. her stomach growls again, her anxiety is leading up to not knowing if she should even eat or stay pretty by the door so she can immediately kiss harry.

she opted to fill up the kettle with water so they could have a tea and harry could warm up, as the water boiled the sound of a car motor makes its way into the house, meaning harry was home, in unicorn slippers y/n gets out of the house in a rush. harry is parking his car next to his other one and y/n is regretting being outside in slippers but she couldn’t wait one more second.

and there he was…

he stood tall leaving the car, wearing light blue jeans and black vans, his upper body was covered by y/n’s favourite coat of harry’s, the multitude of greens and how long it looked y/n genuinely wanted the coat for herself, his hair clipped back with his regular black clip and his smile, y/n felt her entire body relaxing as she sloppily ran to his arms under the humidity of sunset. “fuck, fuck, you’re real” his arms wrap around the short figure in front of him, “fuck, my y/n” he sighs in relief and keeps the embrace just as tight. y/n places her chin on his upper chest and looks at him, his face structure coral-ish like the sun just about to set. “i missed you” their lips meet, a kiss they had been longing for almost two months, yet as their lips collide it’s like no time as passed, they went to sleep and woke up together, just like their meant to be. “harry i love you but i came outside in my jammies and i’m freezing” y/n shivers as she speaks up, he can’t help but keep a stupid smile on his face, this was his most normal, his wife saying she was cold begging them to go inside, his brain filled with deja-vu, “goooo inside, dummy” he says, opening the boot of the car, taking his suitcase out of it, y/n had already grabbed his backpack and made her way into the house, making harry stand a few meters from the door, feeling nothing but relief, to be home.

☆

monday, 18 of december 2023, 4:13am

harry woke up almost jumping from the sofa, looked at his phone, 4:13am, y/n was passed out in the sofa as well, their cats asleep between them and the electric fireplace still on as well as the bbc 1 still playing out the news from throughout the day.

a big yawn escaped his lips as he slowly got off under the covers to grab a chocolate brioche from the kitchen, he knew y/n like the back of his hand, keeping the chocolate brioches at hand for a lat night craving of something sweet. harry for the first time in a few months felt genuinely at peace, not that he doesn’t love tour, he does, he can’t stop touring and seeing the familiar and unknown faces he hold in his heart with so much love but just sometimes he misses home, home isn’t exactly a place for him, because harry has a lot more houses than he could explain, but he only has one y/n, a short irish and scottish teddy bear in a human form that writes her fingers off and spends too much time in front of her computer and totally belongs to the generation he longs to understand. he walked back into the living room, y/n’s now sleepy eyes open, petting the cats, “harry! we fell asleep on the sofa…can we go to bed?” his heart skipped a beat right there, her curls messy from the sofa pillow, eyes droopy, cheesy smile on her lips from having him home. home. she was home.

the sleepy couple headed off to bedroom with their two cats following them, y/n and harry have always allowed their kitties to sleep in bed, even though sometimes the cats do bite harry off the bed, “how are patata and notte doing at night?” harry asks as he slides under the covers with small roses that y/n picked and he loves so much, “well patata sleeps on top of my feet and notte well… she likes to stay under the covers” y/n admits not changing notte’s behaviours, “y/n! she’s gonna bite me off the bed! again!” y/n gets under the covers as well and kisses his lips softly, “god i missed having you home”, y/n places her self on top of him, “oh bunny.. you almost make me forget the jet lag” harry kisses y/n, this time more abruptly, almost raw. “fuck! i missed you”

10:46am

the regular sunny beach town’s sky was covered in dark, heavy clouds, ready to burst at any given second, harry was aware of this, he was in the middle of his run and upset that the rain was going to interrupt his so beloved routine, he was running along the giardini municipali, his favourite place to run while they’re in their sanremo home, he checks his watch when a raindrop falls exactly on top of it, harry groans, he has left 20 minutes ago and his run was being cut short by an angry christmas weather rain that the old lady that lives next door has told him… or what he understood from his beginners italian. running back home in hopes to not get soaked was truly in vain. when he opened the green front door he was soaked through his entire clothes, he thought of y/n, likely still wrapped in the duvet, he almost envied her for a second but he knows y/n’s medication makes her crave her bed a little longer than he does. after a much needed shower harry walks quietly into the bedroom, curtains still closed, loud purring coming from the bed, a little night light on y/n’s side, still on, his hands gently rubbed through y/n’s cheek, a way he learned to wake her up without startling her, “mmmm too early” she moaned, still with her eyes shut close, “baby.. c’mon sweetheart, i made coffee and pancakes, i didn’t know if you wanted eggs” he says almost whispering, lowering his body, squatting down next to the bed, “oh the banana pancakes? with pecan nuts?” y/n opens her eyes, looking directly in his, “exactly those ones”, harry smiles doing the gentle rub on her cheek again, “okay i’m listening” y/n yawns, turning on her side to look directly at harry, “well..after breakfast we could start decorating the house maybe even finish our christmas shopping?” his hand now travelled to her hair, gently running his fingers through it. “mmmmm give me a kiss?” she asks, getting closer to the edge of the bed, “always, as many kisses as you want, bunny.”.

the kitchen smelled exactly as y/n had hoped, of harry, banana, coffee and fresh bread, their kitchen was a little sanctuary for the both of them, the floor was almost like honeycomb, brown, yellow and dark red, usually very cold, the walls white, the cabinets a sage green y/n and harry fell in love with, a white oven that seemed too complicated at first and all of the kitchen adorned with gold details, the handles, the pots… the countertops were wood like, matching the kitchen table with mismatched chairs, the other side of the kitchen still with the sage cabinets, a window right on top of the big white sink and golden faucet, decorated with tulips, y/n’s favourite flower. the cat’s food bowls filled, the eggs sizzling in the frying pan, y/n begged her brain to take a screenshot of this moment and remember it forever. her happiest place, her and her husband.

y/n sat on one of the mismatched chairs as harry placed the food in front of her, “vip treatment huh?” y/n mocks due to him being the one used to vip treatment, “for my wife? anything.. also i got super soaked in my run earlier” harry comments as he takes the eggs out of the pan to another plate, “you did? why didn’t u call me i would’ve.. well i would’ve cheered u up” y/n speaks with her mouthful with a pancake bite, harry thought it was cute, how her mind was always racing, y/n hates it, harry in the other hand thinks it makes her special, her brain never shuts off, more time he gets to spend with her in her little world. “well baby i knew you were asleep and this jet lag is so weird, woke up, fell asleep, woke up and then couldn’t sleep so i went and fed the cats and then i came back still couldn’t sleep so i went on my run without checking the weather app and well yeah but i’m okay” y/n felt hypnotised, yes she knows she’s married to him but just sometimes when he goes on his rambles, y/n likes to stare at him, his lips, his lips now covered with honey from the pancakes, she doesn’t know what power over her has given her the chance to be here, staring at her husband eating her favourite breakfast. “if you feel like you get a cough i have those cough drops from when i had covid, they were pretty good” her lips press together in worry, “baby i came home, took a shower and woke you up, i’m okay. i promise”

promises were something big in their relationship, from harry’s perspective he needed someone he could trust blindly and from y/n’s perspective she has always been an open heart ready to trust anyone, so they met half way, keeping promises. promises that they wouldn’t hide stuff from each other, promises that they’d always be honest about their health, promises to stay in contact even if the signal is one bar in the middle of nowhere. right here, right now, their home is a promise from harry’s vows:

“i promise, even when i’m far to always come back home to you, my love, i promise to make our home the most beautiful place that ever existed, just for you and me.”

the rain hit the kitchen windows pretty strongly, soothing the couple that was still eating breakfast, “i don’t think going out is a very smart idea, soupy, look at the weather!” y/n says, calling harry by his nickname when they started dating, soupy, he had soup every day on facetime and y/n just came up with it, soupy and now even her family calls him soupy, “don’t call me soupy! and we are still doing stuff because decorating the house for christmas doesn’t require leaving” harry affirms, holding his plate and mug placing them on the sink, “the christmas decorations are in your studio harry and i’m not going to the other house” y/n pouts, “i love rain when i’m inside! not when i’m outside and need to do stuff!” she complains. a few meters away there’s a small house that harry converted into his studio while he was stuck in italy with y/n because of the pandemic, y/n stored the christmas things there and never touched them again, in all fairness it was a beautiful sunny january day and she was in a good mood. “fine, i’ll get them, you’re lucky i’d do anything for you”, “oh!!! can’t wait to tell my friends my husband would walk in the rain for me, what a man!” she mocks giggling against the mug, “mrs y/n styles you’re very sassy today!” he says in the same mocking tone, “it’s what happens when you fuck me to sleep, i wake up feeling like a spoiled princess” she keeps laughing, waiting to catch her breathe to finish her coffee. harry gets close and kisses her forehead and sighs in relief, “i love seeing you like this” y/n knew what harry meant, her depression and major anxiety really sprout up in the first few months of their marriage, making the first year even rockier than what they had anticipated, y/n is still medicated, for awhile harry felt like he had lost his y/n, until everything started piecing together like a puzzle, her smile, her jokes, her collection of books, her arguments in irish with one of her dads, it’s like his y/n had never left, she just needed a little boost that harry alone couldn’t give.

“wonders of antidepressants and a good loving night with my husband, you should know i’m always better with you around” she whispered against his lips, “i love you, bunny”, “and “i love you, soupy”.

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to better understand this story, we have to go back to almost 40 years ago years ago, when y/n’s parents, cormac and callum first met, they were both 15, had the same classes, did everything together in their hometown of sterling, a true high school love story that lasted their entire lives, they considered themselves lucky, falling in love at a time it was no longer illegal to love each other in scotland, their love only grew with time, moving in together, dreaming of getting married, dreaming of having children.. which eventually happened when they were 25, elsie and ewan, their families thought they were insane, adopting twins at 25 and all the repercussions of only one of them actually being able to be “legally” their father, but they still did it, elsie and ewan were 1 year old when they were officially adopted by callum but they always taught them cormac was their father regardless of what any paper said.

the year 1998 came along, cormac’s younger sister orla was pregnant, cormac was so excited that his children would have a cousin and nothing prepared him for the next months of his life, the day that should be of joy was clouded by sadness as his sister died while giving birth, making y/n immediately orphan with half a second of life in her body so cormac stepped up, christmas being the first holiday they all spent together, the 5 of them. just them.

when same-sex marriage became legal in scotland they did get married. even though, in their hearts they had been married since they were 15.

but before that, as the siblings grew, y/n had friends that didn’t have the best family environment, and cormac and callum had no luck trying to adopt them because their parents wouldn’t allow it, so as adults it did happen, simon and flora became the 6th and 7th member of the family. harry knew this story, y/n had told him this story a million times but he’s hearing it again as they get the christmas tree ready, he looks at her with an amount of love in his eyes that he’s not able to express if not by poetry in his hidden notebooks, “and well the rest you know, elsie is a teacher at the same school as my dad mac, ewan plays football in torino, simon is a tattoo artist in manchester and you know flora better than anyone” y/n explains once again as she places the handmade ornaments she got from and italian charity shop, “flora.. the baker that purposely calls me soups” harry goans as he makes sure the christmas lights are all working before placing them on the tree, “i didn’t know she was gonna give you hell for my nickname for you, harry, she’s the baby, i don’t like getting angry at her… are those lights ready?”

“they’re ready”

“then help me put them on, soupy”

“kiss me first, under the mistletoe”

“you’re so sappy!”

“thank god i found you then, to love all this sappiness”

“and i do. every single inch of you, tha gaol agam ort (i love you)”

“and i love you”

taglist: @grapejuice-rry @theekyliepage @madgracee @iamahallucinationnn (anyone else please tell me if u wanna be tagged in the next chapters!)

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A rant about Foul Detective Satori/Cheating Detective Satori

Sorry, this will be long, but I have a lot of thoughts I need to get out. Spoilers abound.

I really tried to like this series. I defended it for awhile, and I thought it couldn't be as bad as SSiB, my previous least favorite Touhou official manga. As one might expect from my name and pfp, I am very attached to the Komeiji siblings. I also really love mysteries, especially if they're murder mystery themed like this one. But I found myself enjoying it less and less as it went on, and Chapter 29 finally killed the series for me. I'm so disappointed by how Satori is treated in the series named after her. You would think that being the titular character might make her at least A main character, but she's not even a secondary character. She's practically a glorified extra, which sucks because her ability that previous caused her to be hated by everyone in-universe could have been used to show her becoming loved for the exact same reason. Even worse is that the series is now fighting for who actually can be a main character between like five different people, and none of them are the titular character. Yeah, it was great seeing Flandre again, but why is she still playing such a large role in this when it's moved so far past the Scarlet Devil Mansion?

And as much as I love Reimu and Marisa, I can't deny that they are quite possible the WORST characters to lead a mystery story. They have no interest in figuring out the why, the how, the who, any of the things that make a mystery compelling. They just want to end the incident and be done with it. That works fine for games where it's not trying to build up a mysterious and tense atmosphere, but for something that's meant to be a mystery story, I can't help but wonder why they're so involved. Especially since this manga is probably the worst offender of a trend I've noticed recently of Reimu canonically losing at pretty much everything.

Characterization also started out pretty strong. We saw Reimu and Marisa being concerned about those around them instead of just themselves. Flandre was given interesting character shading that made her seem less violently unhinged and more of a standoffish devil-may-care kind of anti-hero. Orin was in the story at all (seriously, how long has she been tied to that damn tree!), and Satori was an active and key player at first. Now, Reimu and Marisa are in this pretty much just for themselves (which circles back to my previous point), Flandre has fully reverted into pure fanon characterization, actively UNDOING development she had (and don't worry, undone progress is going to be commented on more). And Satori is a glorified extra, which is insulting not only because the series is called Foul/Cheating Detective Satori, and not only because she's the only character who seemingly IS interested in the who, the what, the why, the how, and so on. And, she's the only one with a decent chance of solving things. It would be so much more interesting to see this from her perspective.

While it's not really here as much anymore, when the artist switched, I noticed a lot of very out-of-place comedy for a story that seems like it's trying to present itself seriously. I know comedy is nothing new to Touhou, but the story had established itself as a far more dramatic and serious story with the first artist, and I don't think it's unreasonable to want the same tone to carry throughout an entire story so it can be consistent.

Of course, what hasn't stopped is the awful pacing. This story has such a huge issue with padding that it genuinely makes me sad. It's gotten to the point of actively undoing progress, possibly best demonstrated in the most recent chapter (chapter 29 at the time of writing). The story drags itself out for so long that any time progress is made, you'd better not expect it to stay, because it WILL change anything before that progress means anything, and then we're back to square one. Like, for example, how we finally figured out who was possessed (Kyouko) only for the pacing to drag on so long for no good reason that it changed before that information could mean anything. Even more insulting, the person now possessed is the titular character, who by all accounts, should have been the story's heroine.

I also can't get into The Jailbreak King at all. I mentioned before that Silent Sinner in Blue was my previous least favorite official Touhou manga. There are two reasons for that, both present here. One is the aforementioned pacing and padding, and the other is the ridiculously OP antagonists. Yorihime made me enraged with how ridiculously flawless she was, as she was completely untouchable. The new villain Mizuchi is that but worse. She is pretty much entirely invulnerable and always 10 steps ahead of everyone. This could make for a good mystery premise if we got to slowly chip away at that lead, but again, the pacing and padding makes that impossible. Not to mention all the lore it messes up (like the most powerful youkai in the setting being incredibly easy to possess), or the fact that it makes no sense why Mizuchi can get away with possessing one of the sages and no one is particularly bothered by it.

I can't even be mad about the premise. It is such a cool premise. Like I said, a character who is hated in-universe by everyone for her ability to read minds because people are creeped out about it is now the only one with a chance to resolve a mystery that threatens pretty much everyone. It's a chance for redemption for her. It's her chance to prove that her ability isn't a bad thing to people that aren't herself. And if anything, is also a way to potentially prove that to her sister, who closed her third eye and shut off her emotions because of the hatred that she received from the people who hated them. Satori was literally the only one capable of figuring this out and solving this mystery in a timely manner that kept people safe. But between being demoted to extra and the pacing and padding being so awful, that I can't really see happening anymore. And now that she's become a victim in her own story, I don't think it's realistically possible for that opportunity to come again at this point. It took what could have been a really good premise, a really good mystery with a really good redemption for a character in universe was hated by everyone, potentially giving her the chance to finally be loved by people for the very reason that they hated her, and it fucking threw it in a garbage can and set that garbage can on fire.

So, yeah, all in all? I'm super disappointed by this series.

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headedoutleft · 8 months

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Sea of Stars

I beat Sea of Stars in 29 hours, which is a sweet spot for me. Games that run longer than 30-40 hours tend to fall into the unfinished pile because I feel an unreasonable compulsion to do side quests and feel incomplete if I don’t do them, even if I’m not enjoying them. Such was not the case with this game, which was fun to the end for me!

Sea of Stars is a well balanced retro style RPG about two magic sky children who have trained to be warriors battling the powerful and morally bankrupt Fleshmancer who has taken over their world with some evil beasties. And of course the story includes the dozens of friends they make along the way, including a few additional party members that you can cycle through during combat. They all have individual motivations for fighting, but in the end they all come together to help each other save the world… and also collect a bunch of rainbow shells so they can build a spa in the village they founded!

Leveling is integrated into the storyline, although it’s well worth it to do the extra quests to get the best weapons in the end game. There is a lot of story in this game, and I thought I was reaching the end twice before I actually did! I haven’t gone back to check out what I unlocked after beating it yet, so there’s still more to see. I didn’t expect it to be as long as it turned out to be, but the story was engrossing the whole way through

I enjoyed the characters, there are some really fun personalities that join your group along the way. I especially loved Garl, the Warrior Cook, who is supposed to be super lovable, and Seraï, the assassin who has a lot more going on as a character than you initially think. There is a twist in the middle of the story that was particularly emotional, and I’m looking at the fan art on here and thinking about how affected some fans are going to be!! It surprised me and made me realize how attached I’d gotten to the characters

I didn’t run into the glitches that I saw some reviews reporting, and I didn’t find the controls as cumbersome as others have. I did not love the rhythm based attacks and tended to avoid them as a result, but some people will enjoy that element spicing up the turned based combat. The puzzles were generally fun, and I only got stumped by a few of them, usually because I didn’t notice environmental triggers I needed to interact with until I looked up a hint. It felt well balanced between combat encounters (which were not random, thankfully) and puzzles as you progress through the dungeons

I’m kind of hoping for a sequel, honestly, the worldbuilding they’ve done would easily accommodate it. It feels like more than a throwback game thanks to the updates they made to the traditional game mechanics and the uniqueness of the characters. While it employs many of the familiar hallmarks of old JRPGs, the creators are also poking some fun at the tropes it’s engaging with

It’s free on Game Pass and PS Plus, so if you already have either of those, you can try it there! Or if you add it to your wishlist and wait for a sale, it’s a great choice if you’re in the mood for a fun and well-paced retro game. I don’t think $34.99 is a bad price for it, to be honest, I enjoyed it more than some $70 AAA games I’ve played ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#op #gaming #sea of stars #game review

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dawnfelagund · 1 year

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I normally actively avoid posting about anything where money is attached. I'm making an exception here for a project that addresses what I see as a significant (and growing) need in the fandom.

I (along with a team of incredible comods) run an independent archive, the Silmarillion Writers' Guild. We are one of the only independent archives left, at least in the Tolkien fandom.

We wage a lot of uphill battles to keep our archive open and active, but one of the biggest is the tech side. I'm not an IT pro; I'm a middle-school humanities teacher. I began learning the tech skills to run an archive in 2006 and have been learning ever since. By now, I've devoted hundreds if not thousands of hours to learning how to build and run websites. And it's hard, mostly because it is hard to find information that is written at a level comprehensible by an exhausted middle-school teacher who has a half-hour at the end of her day to puzzle something out. Documentation generally sucks; tutorials often seem to be written at a level just above where I am. My knowledge has a lot of holes as a result, and I sometimes have to give up on something because I can't find what I need to teach me to do it.

The Fujoshi Guide to Web Development is a Kickstarter project that aims to remedy that by producing materials aimed at teaching web development concepts specifically to a fannish audience and with the goal of supporting an independent fannish web, where fans have the know-how to build their own sites, archives, and other web projects. They are very close to their goal. I made my donation today; I'm hoping we might push them over the finish line.

Currently, fans are primarily tethered to a few large sites used for fandom purposes. Some of these are benevolent and trustworthy (AO3, for example); others are not and have taken damaging steps toward fandom over the years (not mentioning any names here ...) All of them have their limitations. The primary complaints I hear about AO3, for example, have nothing to do with AO3 doing anything wrong and everything to do with people wanting AO3 to be something other than AO3. At the same time, I get it: We are at the point where AO3 is often the only choice for many creators to archive their work and the only choice for people who want to enjoy fanworks. Those people are understandably upset when AO3 can't meet their needs because they don't see themselves as having another choice.

But it didn't used to be this way. It used to be (at least in Tolkien fandom) that if you wanted something that didn't exist, you built it yourself. This is how the SWG came to be: some of us wanted an archive just for Silmfic, there wasn't one, so we built one. We weren't alone in this, and we felt empowered because so many other fans were doing the same thing: learning together and teaching and supporting each other as we went. This was when "building a website" meant learning enough HTML and CSS to hand-markup a page or adjust an eFiction theme.

But, as time passed and the internet evolved, our enthusiastically acquired knowledge of HTML wasn't enough to keep afloat sites that were breaking at a much deeper level, and those sites began to disappear. My comods and I did endeavor to gain the knowledge to save our decaying archive and, as noted above, it was not easy, and I do not blame anyone for not doing the same. It was a part-time job for me for over a year, and I'm lucky that I was able to make room for it in my life. It's unreasonable to expect that everyone will be able to do that.

The increasing consolidation and corporatization of fandom is a problem too. We've seen time and again that for-profit companies don't have our interests in mind. All of the fannish stuff we love on Tumblr and Discord and FanFiction.net could be gone tomorrow and for no better reason than someone will make a little more profit if our embarrassing fandom garbage is not there. It's happened before, many times. Even without corporate malevolence, digital data is fragile and having everything in just one place is perilous. While I'm sure AO3, for example, is diligent in preserving our work as best as possible, data losses and breaches do happen all the time.

It used to be that Tolkien fanfic writers would archive their work in three, four, more different places. If one had a data loss, that sucked, but mostly because you lost comments, not because entire swaths of fanworks were gone forever. That level of crossposting is no longer an option.

#fandom websites #independent fandom web #fujoshi guide to web development

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lorei-writes · 4 months

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Hello there please can I have 🦋🦷☁️🌸❄️🧸🍬🍄🍓 Thank you Have a nice day 😘😘

Hello, hello! >:)

I hope your day is lovely too <3 Mine... Well, it could have been better, but it's not the worst either. :')

❄️has been answered here.

Ask game

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

Recently I've been thinking about how success is measured in the era of social media.

Call me a fool, but I consider myself extremely fortunate and successful, even if it is not reflected in any easily quantifiable manner. I am yet to be an object of anon hate in its pure form (meaning a hateful comment rather than something unreasonable), but at the same time I have received messages saying that my writing was meaningful to somebody. I am surrounded by wonderful friends who look out for me and who I can (and do) build things together with. The projects I'm involved in (such as @flash-exchange and @writing-wednesday ) give people joy.

I do not know how to express my gratefulness in words.

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

... Remember that very few things in life are final or otherwise permanent. Appreciate the good while it lasts. The bad? Live through it and do not despair. It will end. It always does.

Likewise, don't grow attach too much meaning / consequences to things. They often matter much less than our minds would have us believe.

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

'Lorei' is a keysmash I did when I was, what, 10 or so? It stayed. -writes is fairly self-explanatory.

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them

I do! I have four cats and a dog. (Three cats are more attached to me than my family, though. One cat treats my mom as her owner, and the dog... Well. The dog has chosen my father and brother. But mostly my father.)

However, I don't have any pictures of them on my PC :')

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

Talking to me like to any stranger you'd like to get to know better. If we click, we click; if we don't -- we don't.

There's nothing more to it.

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

Chevalier Michel can be a big dum-dum at times, and it definitely shows. (Chevie, you idiot, what do you mean you forgot to tell your fiancee that the imperialism plan is abandoned; It's adorable sometimes, though. He can remain this peculiar kind of stupid. Especially when he takes Clavis' teasing to heart.)

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Keith and Maeve would maintain a herb garden together.

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

Things in my life weren't going so great, I ran out of fanfics to read, and I started feeling bad about talking my friend's ear off with Sen. So I started my blog, and then things followed fairly naturally -- some ideas just needed to be let out.

#answered #queengiuliettafirstlady #ask game

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what is the Krikani language like? i like the description of Cheloan glyphs as analogous to Hanzi or Kanji (being able to identify the ``spicy'' character) but id love to know about the Krikani writing system

(im not expecting you to write a whole conlang of course but was curious if you had a general shape or feeling to it in mind) ^^;

SableGear0: You know, I haven't actually given it much thought yet. I probably should, though. My first impulse was to say "they don't have a written language" (for reasons I will discuss in a moment) but that seems impossible; they're a sapient species capable of space-travel and manage huge military systems, they probably have writing since not all communication can be person-to-person. So, organic rambling solution-finding and some links and images under the cut.

Generally I conceptualize Kriken as a (semi-)eusocial hive organism that are passively psionic, to keep in touch with the greater hive. How much direct communication happens psionically I'm still not sure; whether it can be used "conversationally," or if it's merely a "vibe" they share with local Kriken that's strong enough to pick up on the "vibe" from the core colony sometimes. The fact that they have a spoken language probably means its closer to the latter.

If the psionic communication is powerful enough, then maybe they wouldn't need to write? But then how would you do something like label the controls on a starship or make maps? You might have to devote someone to memorizing what all the labels would be and then telepathically ask them what you're looking at. Which isn't totally unreasonable, if we consider them highly specialized hive organisms. Maybe they do have "librarians" that keep this stuff in their minds and can be asked/accessed on a whim. This would be an extremely alien way of keeping track of information. While I kind of like it, it seems maybe a bit too weird for the Metroid series as we know it. Arguably, Metroid has kept its aliens fairly (socially) tame, giving us a lot of written logs throughout the Prime series. Though the ones we've gotten the most lore on are Pirates and Chozo, which aren't great benchmarks since they were respectively "the bad guys" and "the good guys (mostly)."

Being insectoid, Kriken might also communicate via pheromones? But pheromones and what/how Kriken eat have been stumping me because... well, their heads aren't really attached.

Trace has no neck. And while in some renders it looks like that tiny teardrop of a head is resting on the body, the in-game model and wireframe show pretty clearly they do not touch. Hence why I go with psionic; their heads float for spooky psionic reasons. This also means that while their heads may be a sensory center (headshots still work in Hunters), I doubt it's where they stick food when (if?) they eat, so it being a chemosensor feels a little unlikely, but I digress.

Anyway back to written language. I suppose I have to ask myself, what would a written language look like if it was invented by ants? Or bees? Ants is a tough one mainly because I don't actually know much about ant organization. My impression is that they build and tunnel fairly organically, just wherever is easiest to go and/or smells like it has the most food. When I think about bees, though, I think about bee dances, and how that might be adapted into a written language; a system abstracting the orientation and movement of the body into markings that can be re-read at any time so that worker doesn't have to bust down and dance it out every time she wants to relay some information to someone new.

And thinking about that, I think about Phyrexian. This conlang shows up in the Magic the Gathering universe, and knowing what I know about Phyrexians (an all-consuming hivemind-like culture that take creatures and turn them into half-mechanical abominations to serve their own purposes), it seems like a decent fit.

The shape of these is really what I was going for but the cultural implications match up too. I was thinking of the cross-strokes being similar to the directional facing if you were to write down a bee dance, the extra marks indicating other movements like stops or the frequency of a waggle.

It also looks like something a bug might make if you dipped it in ink and let it walk around on a paper, so that's neat. Scratching marks like these out would be fairly quick and easy for a Kriken, since they only appear to have a crab-like manipulator and a single combat claw, and I've stuck with that design choice in describing them because it's more interesting than "oh and they have normal hands too".

So there's your answer, I guess. Written Krikani probably looks kind of like Phyrexian; branching strokes off a central line that stem from an ancestral system of gestural communication (and I like the verticality so I'll probably keep that too). Simple, efficient, and easy to replicate.

Thanks for the ask! This was a bit of a brain-teaser.

#ask electrochromic #electrochromic #incoming dispatch #prussian blue #alien culture #alien language #kriken #metroid #metroid series #links in post

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I don't know if I'm the only one to admire your moodboards but I have sent several over the course of bily 😂 You just have such a good eye for the aesthetic and it's very pleasing. I actually usually prefer the moodboard rather than read the sneak peek, it builds the anticipation for me. Alas, I am too shy to comment without anon so I just like to leave nice comments here and there. I don't know if you do named anonymous but if you do, can I be 💠?

But this chapter?? I swear I had whiplash! The Yoongi and Jin scene was so sweet, I'm talking butterflies in chest and pink clouds in my ears sweet. I've been waiting for a moment like that with them forever. I am so in love with the packs love story it hurts.

Definitely not the time to be addressing the mate mark but I like how it seemed more of a realistic argument this way. Communication is not always easy and not everyone has it together, so while Jin is usually super in control of his emotions and ready to be what the pack needs, its also refreshing to see that he still needs his reassurance too.

I don't think I blinked more than twice after Jin seen the mark. My heart shattered at how heartbroken poor Minnie was 😫 I just wanted to scoop him up. He's really just a sweet puppy and he just wanted to make Tae better.

I probably, most definitely, have a very unhealthy attachment to this story and the characters but oh well. I will be anxiously waiting for everything to finish unfolding so I can breathe again.

ahhhhh i get unreasonably flustered whenever people comment my mood boards, i'm so particular when it comes to them like...so so so particular it's often frustrated that i can't make them look right~ i think theres a blanace that people often fail at when making mood boards, they're either not cohesive thematically with the story or not cohesive as a color pallet. i could talk about it for an UNREASONABLY long time- so i'll just say thank you for the compliment!

i think that the yoonjin scene really helped solidify how shocking the moment was between them that followed immediately after. this kinda added to his emotional instability in those moments tbh.

it's okay that you have an unhealthy attachment to bily since i do too <3 this love is all very recursive and exponential because the more love you guys give it the more i want to write it and give back to you <3

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theitcharchives · 2 years

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I think gatekeeping is one very serious issue in the queer community and so I wholeheartedly support the idea that we should just say queer community when referring to anyone that exits the “norm” in any quantity and quality rather that use acronyms. Queer is "deviation from the norm". The norm is heteronormativity, amatonormativity, allonormativity and gender binarism–aka "man and woman are exclusively attracted to each other, need to have sex otherwise they die and of course they romantically love each other because they're not plants, and whatever's between your legs dictates your entire behaviour and role and path in life".

I'm not saying "drop every label". Labels are cool. Labels make it easier to find people as kindred with you as possible and it's all very nice.

Listen. There's only one criterion one needs to determine if they're queer: if the answer to the question "would the bigots and conservatives think you're a defective human for reasons related to attraction and/or gender?" (not taking into account misogynist and misandrist rhetoric) is yes, congrats, you're queer.

I'm queer. This is absolutely my favorite identity above any other. According to the phobes, me and my queer brethren, be it more or less specifically so, will sow discord and ruin and reap the downfall of humanity. I know this because I've been told so, in many different ways. I've gotten insults and threats and been silenced and put aside. My whole life I've been the queer one out.

The world is on fire. And you might die tomorrow by stepping on your shoelaces and hitting the ground wrong. And more importantly, humanity is a spectrum. There are no two people who could match down to the tiniest microlabel that do live them the same way. So arguing and gatekeeping about who is disastrous enough to be insulted by the bigots makes you a bigot. Yes bigot is usually used to refer to religion bigots but the actual definition is "a person who is obstinately or unreasonably attached to a belief, opinion, or faction, especially one who is prejudiced against or antagonistic towards a person or people on the basis of their membership of a particular group". Which sheds interesting lights on that one previous question.

People live their lives however they can. You know nothing about them 99.9% of the time except for the fact that normative society hurts them in some way and they managed to tell about it. It doesn't need to be murder, life can turn miserable in many ways–it's not like tribunals tell victims of thievery or scamming to fuck off because "but are you getting murdered?" The fuck do you know? There’s some crazy people out there that can decide your existence personally slights theirs, no matter how, and they just have to hurt you over it. When you flat-out dismiss any and all possibilities in a world full of variables, you’re just being blind. And you sound like those people who brush off your suffering because "someone has it worse, suck it up".

Don't be ridiculous.

The point of this is–stop wasting your time and hurting others by gatekeeping because it’s pointless. The only thing you’re entitled to know and consider before going on with your life is that someone is queer and deserves recognition of it.

Everything is a spectrum. Everything is a combination of gray areas in nature. Society tries to paint things in absolutes because it's easier to oppress as many people as possible that way. "Proper" becomes a more and more and more and more restricted little group and soon enough you won't fit either. Soon enough that little group will shrink so much that you'll realize that oh, actually, it's always smaller things that occasionally overlap in some points and build nets of a community that is diverse and wider than you think. You have more allies and potential friends than you think because what you think is a speck of what is really out there.

So don't be ridiculous. Love thy spectrums. Queer is the way.

#queer before acronyms #queer pride #anti gatekeeping

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My brain concocted the craziest half awake fever dream of ramsay in a walking dead AU and he takes over an abandoned boarding school for some fucking reason. He still a schycho but he's chiller and only tortures raiders and anyone who won't join his gay pervert orgy cult.

Joffrey and Aegon are bffl (in love) and are tasked in taking care of the livestock they keep on the property. Aegon grows attached and they raise their heared like adoptive dads. Their both the same pathetic person and argue all the time but get closer because of it.

Joffrey is deathly silent while shaking as aegon weeps after they had to kill their favorite lamb because they needed food (ramsay wanted something tasty).

Ramsay makes sure to smack on the lamp Chop loudly and comment on how good it is during dinner.

Aegon quietly sobs over his plate. Joffrey has a thousand-yards stare.

Dustin is the camps boy wonder and is slutting himself out to Jason (along with everyone else just hell let Jason feel special). Jason is himself and acts like it's a secret when literally everyone knows.

Skjoldr is being passed between the gourds magni and modi. They fight over him even when they're fucking him.

Heimdall is the buildings gourd and patrols within while magni and modi patrol outside. He and atreus are the couple everyone dispises as they need to make their obsession with argumentative forplay everyone's problem. Foreplay that usually leads to violent sex literally everyone can here.

They pretend like everyone's crazy afterwards.

Jace and Luke are the camps power couple. Literally just unreasonable perfect and normal.

Baldur is an asexual king. I don't know how I knew this information I just simply did. He's second in command. He complains all the fucking time and embarked does his god-damn job like Ramsay.

Jace, Jason, atreus, modi, and baldur would scout for supplies and kill zombies with baldur as the leader.

On more than one occasion atreus nearly gets everyone killed.

Distin is un-ironically just a whore with an insatiable craving for old science textbooks they find, and most of all cock.

He's Ramsay's favorite (of the ones he can touch as Jace woukd kill him is he so much as looked at his baby brother).

It was smutty, traumatic, and very funny so it's eating my brain no matter how ridiculous it was.

Remember never fall asleep after you work on headcanons or a fan fiction.

I repeat: do not-

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i honestly love your characterization of tubbo. like, i’ve never read a fic that accurately portray how much cruel he can be sometimes. his words can be like barbed wire. i also love the clingyduo dynamic and how tubbo has some(to no one’s surprise)repressed anger(?)at tommy. obviously he loves him but they both have a tendency to facilitate each other’s unhealthy behaviors. tubbo fuels tommys avoidance and tommy fuels tubbos invalidation of his trauma. they’re fucked up but full of love.

giving myself some self indulgence to answer this before I get back to work but hi! thank you so so so much :O

i really REALLY hope with every word I write in CS that i've done a good job building up and establishing some character flaws, because I worry I haven't. with Tubbo you can see some of his behavior even in earlier chapters in kind of a hindsight-is-2020 kind of way, but in general i'm trying to amp up his capacity to be cruel since a lot of his emotions are boiling over too!

what's so so so so SO important to me about writing clingyduo, and how i always like to write them, is that they love each other so much but they still Have Shit Going On. not to get personal but I am a person with an emotionally sensitive sibling, and some of our worst miscommunications/interactions stemmed from them putting me in a place where I felt like I needed to hide my emotions as to not upset them, whereas I dismissed their emotions because I found them to not be logical and I didn't Feel Like Helping. we're working through it and WAY better but like! it's a thing! and i think clingyduo has a bit of that!

tubbo loves tommy dearly but tubbo... honestly does see tommy as a bit immature, for fucked up reasoning. he both admires and resents tommy's attachment to moral figures and superheroes and religion, and tubbo thinks that he's unreasonable about his adamant opinion that substances are bad for you, and tubbo even finds tommy and jack's arguments immature, because tubbo always has to mediate and he sees it as tommy lashing out for no reason.

and all of that, in turn, makes tommy feel like SHIT because it feels like tubbo sees him as a child and that's what upsets tommy the most because he wants to be taken seriously!!!! and people never do because he's loud and excitable and sensitive and moody!!!! he just wants to be a normal teenager that you can take seriously but everyone for better or for worse think he's a kid!!!!

and then you've got the reversal of all this where tommy backs tubbo into the corner of having to Feel A Certain Way To Avoid Conflict, meaning he invalidates and hides a LOT of his trauma and emotions. and there is just objectively a lot tommy doesn't get about tubbo's situation, because tubbo's never said anything and tommy's never really asked. he makes fun of ranboo because he's insecure that tubbo likes ranboo over him but that makes ranboo feel like he has to handle all the stress having to do with ranboo entirely alone and it breeds resentment it just does!!!

they love each other so fucking much but these miscommunications HAPPEN! it is literally a thing with LIFE that's why I love writing about it! in cough syrup AND in the DSMP (though different in the server's lore obviously) they miscommunicate and don't fit together exactly like puzzle pieces, just slightly mishappen things trying to click together, BUT THAT ISN'T THE END OF THAT! they WORK THINGS OUT, because they care about each other SO FUCKING MUCH, and like. that's life! that's what it is! i don't shut my sibling out for the rest of forever because we miscommunicated for a bit, we just work on it!

but it's hard. and i won't say too much about where these two are going plot wise because well. don't know if u guys expect all of it and wanna keep u surprised! but! i just wanted to ramble about this bc it is SO so so so so so important to me.

#nightmare.cough-syrup #cough syrup spoilers #long post

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“books-are-my-life-stuff: Yeah, I'm also excited for the grid expansion, though I'll keep my expectations in check because DeNA did Liza and Roxanne's grids dirty, so I don't wanna risk on hoping too much. Though, man, if Sycamore's buff expansion makes him able to buff crit, he'd be comparable with full investment SC Jasmine, SS Brendan, and SC Lillie, for F2P players! I'll keep my expectations in check, but I'll still hope for good things.”

I’d definitely do that. DeNA seems to recognize the value of a good support, and is likely going to shy away from anything too unreasonable as a skill. I think my big hope is Status Immunity. No new skill costs over 5, Sycamore has 13 free with his Impervious build, which is what I want to see them expand on. Status Immunity would completely remove the need for Healing Hand, getting both those tools simultaneously. I’m fine with another On a Roll or something for him. I could see something like an attack debuff chance, or defense buff chance, just to cover most bases. But they’d be inconsistent for sure. Possibly another On a Roll off Moonblast. There are a lot of options, but I don’t expect anything too good, which is fine because he’s already pretty great.

“Hop on the other hand has a lot of options. He's already solid as he is now, so even if DeNA decided to give him more offensive options as his grid expansion, then I wouldn't complain. Hop can deal good damage and can solo Regirock, so I don't think DeNA can ruin him because he's that good already. Though, more supportive options is also very much appreciated, or a Team Fast-Track to mitigate his average speed so Steel-types don't need to have gauge supports.”

If Hop gets Team Fast Track it’s over for those motherfuckers. That would be such an insane acquisition, not just for the strong Steel-type team cores he already facilitates well with P!Marnie, but just in general. At that point, he’s Hilbert-tier for buffs, but with Potion and reasonable DPS. That’d be insanely good. But personally I’m kinda expecting like...Wise Entry 2, maybe a Staggering on Metal Claw, ideally another MPR on Potion, possible Friend Mend to remove status. Stuff like that. We’ll definitely see what they go for.

“Yeah, I have no predictions on what they'll do for Kalos. Maybe Lysandre alt and Diantha alt, alongside SS Calem, but who knows. If they have zones, maybe I'll pull for him, but otherwise no. Pokemas did a good job in expanding Kalos' characters and make them interesting, but XY still remain the region that I am least attached to. I also have no predictions for Galar alts. Possibly SS Gloria, or another SS Leon, but who knows. I'll wait whenever it happens.”

I think Kalos is definitely Diantha, they have very few options, and she’s a Champion. I feel like Calem’s guaranteed with Greninja on principle, since the protagonists almost always get alts (Leaf needs an alt by the way). Lysandre’s a hard maybe, but we did get Cyrus and Giovanni so my hope remains high. I’d love a Lysandre alt. Serena’s possible, and it would be a little weird to not have an alt for the main protagonist, but I can’t think of who she’d be paired with. Possible but not a guarantee, I guess. Also, I know it’s been recent and he’s Sinnoh, but Looker alt? Think about it.

As for Galar, there’s 100% another Leon for that, Rose has to show up, I’d bet real money on Oleana showing up against my wishes, Victor is guaranteed, and I’m still banking on Master Fair Gloria with Shadow Rider Calyrex as the major focus. They don’t really have room for anyone else, but as long as it gets them moving toward some extra gym leaders to add to the general pool I’m fine. I’d like Opal and Kabu. Give me the old folks.

#books-are-my-life-stuff

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Cincinnati’s Beloved Myth Of Washerwoman Ida Martin

From a dense forest of tall dark pinewood, Mount Ida rises like an island. Genesis, “The Fountain of Salmacis”

It is among Cincinnati’s most treasured myths, a tale passed down the generations as gospel truth for almost 80 years. Here is the original version as published in the 1943 WPA Guide, formally known as “Cincinnati: A Guide to the Queen City and Its Neighbors” [page 253]:

“Sitting quietly alone, with traffic whizzing round its feet, Mount Adams has the ascetic majesty associated with spiritual things. . . In the early days the eminence was called Mount Ida. Some say it was named for Ida Martin, a washerwoman who lived in the hollow of an old sycamore on the steep hillside ‘a little north of Fox’s sawmill, east of Deer Creek.’ An architectural detail of the Martin establishment is recalled in one account: ‘a broken hollow limb, much smoke-blackened, served for a chimney.’”

This myth is perpetuated at 1136 St. Gregory Street in one of the city’s wonderful Artworks murals entitled “The Roots of Vision.” Presented here are images of people associated with Mount Adams: Nicholas Longworth, Maria Longworth, a bishop, an astronomer and “pioneer woman” Ida Martin.

It is a lovely myth, but it is, like many myths, unsupported by facts. Among these facts, amalgamated into the accepted myth are the following:

There actually was a washerwoman who lived in a hollow sycamore tree on the slopes of the hill that was later named Mount Adams.

There actually was a woman named Ida Martin, who was not a washerwoman, but who did have something to do with Mount Adams.

Mount Adams was formerly known as Mount Ida, among other names.

Somewhere along the way, these three facts bumped into one another and created a satisfying and enduring myth.

Let us address the “washerwoman” first. She first appears in the recollections of one Samuel Stitt, an early settler, as published in Charles Cist’s “Sketches and Statistics of Cincinnati in 1859,” where Stitt recalls:

“We all had our pasture-lots; mine was on Deercreek, a little north of Fox's sawmill. On this lot was a large hollow sycamore tree, which was occupied as a dwelling by a woman who washed for the garrison. A large limb had been broken off, and the stump of it left, served for a chimney. It was as much blacked by the smoke as any brick chimney I have seen since.”

Stitt’s memory was repeated by Robert Ralston Jones, in his “Fort Washington at Cincinnati Ohio” (1902)

“Fort Washington stood upon the second terrace, which extended back from the upper edge of the second bank, at an elevation of between eighty and ninety feet above low water in the Ohio River. The lower terrace was originally covered by a growth of white walnut, water maples, hickory, and ash trees; with a few very large sycamores. One of these sycamores, situated near Deer Creek a little above its mouth, was hollow and of such a great size, that a woman who acted as laundress (about 1796), for the garrison at Fort Washington, occupied it as a dwelling; the broken end of a hollow limb which projected from the trunk being utilized as a chimney.”

Note that this woman is not named in either of these sources. One might also inquire why a woman would set up her laundry in a burned-out sycamore tree on an otherwise unoccupied hill when there was a perfectly good little village named Cincinnati on the other side of Fort Washington. It is not unreasonable to suspect that this laundress or washerwoman provided “services” in addition to laundry for the soldiers stationed at the Fort. Contemporary records list “washerwomen” among the various “camp followers” attached to the armies of the day, and a hollow tree across the creek from a fort filled with potential customers might escape the scrutiny of righteous townfolk.

At one time Mount Adams was pretty much owned by Nicholas Longworth, who had purchased “Belmont,” the building we now know as the Taft Museum, at a bargain when the original owner, Martin Baum, went bankrupt. What is now Eden Park constituted Longworth’s grape vineyards. It was Longworth who donated land at the peak of Mount Adams for the original Cincinnati Observatory.

Longworth installed several generations of his family in Belmont, where, according to Rose Angela Boehle, in her biography of Maria Longworth, the lot of them were fed by a certain cook:

“[Longworth] could look across his garden, down the little Deer Creek at the bottom of the valley, and beyond to the first hill, named Mt. Ida by the children after the Longworth cook, Ida Martin, who lived in a rustic cabin on its lower slope.”

Well, perhaps.

The hill we call Mount Adams has had any number of names over the years. Around 1800, it was known as Lytle’s Hill and somewhat later as Waterworks Hill. Mount Ida was certainly one of its names. The Family Magazine of 1841, published in Cincinnati, offers this description as part of a caption to an engraving of our city:

“We offer our readers this month a view of Cincinnati from the hill north-east of the city, vulgarly known as the water-works' hill, classically called Mount Ida.”

Note that word, “classically.” The pioneers who settled Cincinnati may have been buckskin-clad frontiersmen intent on colonizing the backwoods, but they were far from illiterate or unlettered. Most would immediately have recognized Mount Ida from classical mythology as mentioned in Homer’s Iliad and Virgil’s Aeneid. Even in the 1970s, Mount Ida was familiar to the public school toffs who formed the rock group Genesis and memorialized the original Grecian Mount Ida in their song, “The Fountain of Salmacis.”

In other words, Mount Ida might or might not have been named for the Longworth family cook, but the reference would surely have incorporated an allusion to classical mythology.

The bottom line is this:

There was a washerwoman who lived in a hollow tree on the hill that was later named Mount Adams, but her name was not Ida Martin.

There was an Ida Martin, but she did not live in a hollow tree and she was not a washerwoman.

Mount Adams was once called Mount Ida, but that was mostly because of classical mythology, not because of a woman named Ida.

[I am indebted to Valerie Niemi for pointing me to the real Ida Martin in Rose Angela Boehle’s biography of Maria Longworth.]

#ida martin #mount adams #mount ida #fort washington #nicholas longworth

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Hello, Friend. Thoughtful responsibility of owning one's shit, by Brianna West among others, as quoted below, for you, as per the latent thought provoking content. (My personal favorite being that of Viola Davis with her forgiving nature towards her own emotional nurturance) ,,,

If you find yourself having to regularly indulge in consumer self-care, it’s because you are disconnected from actual self-care, which has very little to do with “treating yourself” and a whole lot do with parenting yourself and making choices for your long-term wellness. It is no longer using your hectic and unreasonable life as justification for self-sabotage in the form of liquor and procrastination. It is learning how to stop trying to “fix yourself” and start trying to take care of yourself… and maybe finding that taking care lovingly attends to a lot of the problems you were trying to fix in the first place.

It means being the hero of your life, not the victim. It means rewiring what you have until your everyday life isn’t something you need therapy to recover from. It is no longer choosing a life that looks good over a life that feels good. It is giving the hell up on some goals so you can care about others. It is being honest even if that means you aren’t universally liked. It is meeting your own needs so you aren’t anxious and dependent on other people. It is becoming the person you know you want and are meant to be. Someone who knows that salt baths and chocolate cake are ways to enjoy life – not escape from it. Escaping from booze, drugs, nicotine, draining environments and sticking strongly to one's goals, so that the life has gained formal structure and deep enjoyment. The ones who obsessed over the vision of their life got what they wanted. The ones that learned that only with deep support and love from closed ones, they can shield properly to build a strong sense of impersonal union within the community. Cause when the nurse held the boy's hand, he felt no pain. He was not alone. Namaste

I am amazed and so so glad at the same time:I thought noone reads what I am writing and I allow myself to be controlled by my Emotional Mind here for needed expression

I must be frank:this quote, it did not strike me. I was reading it a few times in the past days and I find it wrong on many levels. I googled the author and it seems like she is a guidebooks author, right? Maybe because I am a psychologist myself I do not see those things this way. No specialist of human behaviors and minds would call someone's life ,,unreasonable" because of ,,liquor and procrastination' because both are not unhealthy just by themselves but how you use it or from what it does stop you, this might be unhealthy. ,,Being a hero of your life" just stands weird there, especially with ,,meeting your own needs and being dependent". Brianna West (Wiest?) would benefit a lot from reading about EFT Therapy and attachment theory in general.

Part about salt baths and chocolate cake is little bit terrifying but if she is describing OCPD or not good relationship with eating then it might look just like that.

Booze, drugs and nicotine are all for people. If someone has problems with overdose or has genetic predispositions:I think that the best advise would be to either avoid mostly or just stop doing. I would love to know what draining environment is though:supposely most environments nowadays. I wonder what will be the advice to that. I personally don't know myself.

I see the contradictions in this quote and that what gets me: obsessed with the vision of their life got what they wanted.

Me daily, non-specialist, shivers a little. I do not like the energy that comes from this quote. It's pushy and uncomfortable. Maybe because I intuitively like things in the middle. I do not believe that your life must be structured to be happy and achieve what you want. I choose to believe that you can be your authentic self, sometimes messy and sloppy, sometimes weak (some might say), sometimes a fool. But to be able to build healthy, fulfilling relationships with others some need meds combined with therapy. Maybe most of us. And this quote about therapy is rather misguided:I think most of us know that it's not only daily life.

I made a post about particular people, particular repetetive behavior. I met those people, I lost many nerves on people like this-hell!- I am sure I thought similar things throughout my life, at some point in the past. You can love yourself, nurture your inner child, do yoga, eat raw fruits and do some quickstep learning five languages but it does not change the fact that if you can't mantain basic human relationships you're not healthy. If you constantly hurt people you're not healthy. If you only raise yourself out of hatred you're not healthy. We need love, we need attention, we need friendships and lovers and closed ones, partners. If you're not healthy go see someone. Do not pretend that you know how to treat yourself to be healthy. Love yourself, break the cycle.

I remember that I was having a conversation with my ex therapist once about something very delicate, probably my mother I think and she was trying to stop me from intellectualizing. Her words: ,,I am your prefrontal cortex " changed everything for me. You get it? Combining your intellect with emotions when you're coming from certain background is heeeeelllaaa hard for so many reasons: and I am still entitled, I have the knowledge and I am bright. It meant, in my opinion, less than you might think it did. And yet, even with my education in believe, I would not stay in therapy if not for falling in love with my partner. Because I knew that otherwise it would be unhealthy and I didn't want it. That, for me, is taking responsibility. I would go in a heartbeat if I hurt my friends too.

I advise being real and not being a cunt, always

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