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michaeljoncarter · 1 month

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how to roll back your game version & play the early access version of bg3

because all the people in my notes talking about being sad about never getting to play during ea are making me sad. you can still get in there!! easily!! and you don't even have to uninstall the current version to do it! you can have the current game & the ea version at the same time and switch between them by just moving around a few files

all you need to do is follow a slightly tweaked version of this guide on how to roll back your game to a previous version--slightly tweaked in that this is a guide for people whose games are broken and yours isn't (hopefully?) but more on that in a sec

you need two different id numbers to download, the "main" depot's (1086941) and the "bin" depot's (1419652). the very last update to the early access game before its full release was hotfix #32. if you're just interested in playing the early access version in general, i'd suggest going with this one! but i'll also be putting in the ids for the various other patches for anyone interested in earlier versions of ea

the "main" (1086941) id is 2986558115270870303 and the "bin" (1419652) is 3491586966951526173, so in step 3, your console commands would be "download_depot 1086940 1086941 2986558115270870303" and then "download_depot 1086940 1419652 3491586966951526173" (without the quotation marks)

after you've gotten that downloaded, those slight tweaks come into play. since your game is (hopefully) not broken, in step 6, when it tells you to "Go to %LocalAppData%\Larian Studios\Baldur's Gate 3\ and delete there everything except PlayerProfiles folder," make a new folder somewhere easily accessible (i just keep mine on my desktop homescreen), give it a recognizable name like "bg3 full release" or smth, and toss all those files into it for safekeeping instead of deleting them

then, make a copy of the PlayerProfiles folder to go into %LocalAppData%\Larian Studios\Baldur's Gate 3, and continue with the rest of the guide from there

hopefully, everything should work and you'll be able to play the early access version!

if you need to make space, you can just delete the files in %LocalAppData%\Larian Studios\Baldur's Gate 3, replace them with the original files from this folder that you moved to their own folder earlier, and go back to playing the full version of the game

OR if you have enough space and just want to go back to playing the full release version for a while with the option to go back to ea later, you can make a second folder in that same easily accessible location, name it something like "bg3 ea," and move the ea files from %LocalAppData%\Larian Studios\Baldur's Gate 3 there for safekeeping while you switch the original files back in. and then whenever you want to go back to ea, you just switch them out again!

if you just want to play ea generally, that's all there is to it, but for anyone interested in the earlier versions, i'm also including the ids for everything back to patch 5 or 6 (more on that below) under the cut!

steamdb's "main" depot ids go back all the way to the beginning of early access in october 2020, but the "bin" ids only go back to september 2021. i have no idea why or if there's a way to get around this to allow access to the super early versions of the game (let me know if you know), but from what i recall, most of the big changes came post-patch 6 (which dropped in october 2021), so i don't think you're missing all that much here

i'm going to list 2 different versions for each patch--the version of the patch that dropped and then the very last hotfix of that patch that was released before the next patch's release. i strongly recommend using the pre-patch hotfix versions since they'll be the ones that's already fixed any major bugs found in the patch, including the ones that caused crashes (which weren't common but did very much happen from time to time), but since there were sometimes changes made in the hotfixes between patches, i'm including the raw, sometimes buggy initial patch itself, too, for anyone who wants the true ea experience

whenever a patch dropped, there was usually a patch announcement post that included a long list of everything added/changed and a community update post that highlighted & went into more detail about some of the biggest, most significant additions/changes shortly after. i'll be linking both of them for each version so you can see what was added in each patch & decide which you'd like to see!

final pre-release patch 9 hotfix - january 26, 2023 - hotfix #32

main: 2986558115270870303

bin: 3491586966951526173

initial patch 9 release - december 14, 2022 - announcement post, community update

main: 6537615510298161288

bin: 5945988095619420679

final pre-patch 9 patch 8 hotfix - hotfix #29

main: 4587530374381214828

bin: 1158786419690212446

initial patch 8 release - july 7, 2022 - announcement post, community update

main: 6228241067016987625

bin: 7406932516672251230

final pre-patch 8 patch 7 hotfix - april 7, 2022 - hotfix #23

main: 2158159273108954060

bin: 5051502138264372142

initial patch 7 release - february 15, 2022 - announcement post, community update

main: 2319709286482444091

bin: 5051502138264372142

final pre-patch 7 patch 6 release - december 2, 2021 - hotfix #19

main: 7168428077382038060

bin: 3275005870898440938

initial patch 6 release - october 14, 2021 - announcement post, community update

main: 7453809126564301688

bin: 9049843173236541567

the oldest entry of a "bin" id is from september 16, 2021. there are no community posts or hotfix announcements from that day, and i haven't tested it myself, so... possible pre-patch 6 version? but i'm not sure! if anyone tries this one, please do let me know

main: 6252948475239841962

bin: 7144137622957893936

good luck & have fun!

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #long post #lemme know if you see i messed up any of these links or numbers or anything #because i double checked everything but it's a lot of numbers and im very dyslexic lol #posting this super fast super early before i have to leave hekrvn #so i might not see any corrections or anything for a while if there are any but i will eventually !#hopefully this makes sense and is understandable <3 im horrible at giving instructions but yk

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whataperfectwasteoftime · 2 months

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The District Sleeps Alone Tonight - A Songfic

Pairing: None

Rating: General, although my blog is, as always, 18+ only

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: angst, breakups, mentions of Teresa x Patrick Jane

Summary: I am a visitor here. I am not permanent.

A/N: @whatsnewalycat said that The District Sleeps Alone Tonight by the Postal Service was a Marcus Pike song and then I listened to it during a thunderstorm and imagined a whole scene based on it. I’m not sure whether or not to call this a songfic, but there are several direct quotations from the lyrics and the “plot” of this follows the song pretty closely. For best results, listen to this song while you read. The lyrics are posted at the end of the fic <3

Masterlist

A lone figure cuts through the wet fog, his collar turned up and shoulders hunched forward in a futile attempt to ward off the elements. The faded leather jacket may have been sufficient enough for even the coldest winter days in Austin, but against the drizzle and wind in this new climate, it only succeeds at keeping him dry. Mostly. The notion that he may not be as well-prepared as he had originally thought himself to be grates on him, shame niggling at the back of his spine at the realization that he doesn’t even know where to go to purchase a winter coat.

A gust of wind sends thousands of miniscule, stinging droplets of water into his face, making him grimace, and Marcus wonders to himself how it could possibly still be raining with temperatures so close to freezing.

It seems as though he’s stopped at every street crossing, because of course he is, and he squints against the endless line of headlights and brake lights extending in either direction, blurring and distorting in the soggy weather, as he waits for the traffic lights to turn.

It gets dark so early here.

His phone buzzes against fingers shoved in his pockets, and he fishes it out to read the text message that flashes on the screen.

Sorry, I think you might still have my spare key? If so can you mail it back? Thx.

The cavity of his chest feels empty and raw as his vision seems to darken around the words, twisting and warping them much like the rain and the headlights. Marcus pockets the phone again without responding and stares blankly at the ground. He thinks about the endless, pitch-black tunnels stretching out in every direction beneath him, wondering how many feet of asphalt and concrete there are between the bottoms of his feet and the top of the cavernous expanse of the DC underground. He imagines the sidewalk crumbling, sending him down into the unknown depths.

In reality, he takes the escalator across the street.

The station is buzzing with life–as it always seems to be, no matter the hour–and Marcus watches vibrant humanity swirl around him. Two teenagers sharing the same pair of headphones. A tired-looking mother with two young children. A woman in a business suit, eyes glued to her phone. A disheveled old man, smelling of booze, that everyone subconsciously steps around without even a look in his direction.

Marcus fishes in his pocket for his metro card, his fingers bumping against the badge he had immediately unclipped from his lapel upon leaving work–the one that spells out a single word with big block letters, just another indignity upon all of the other indignities he’s suffered this week.

When he had asked why his regular badge–the one he’s clipped on his lapel every morning for over a decade–wasn’t sufficient, the bored door attendant tried to explain about building access being tied to his network credentials, which were tied to something called “Active Directory,” and it couldn’t be done right now because they were experiencing downtime after a backup server failed, and Marcus didn’t really understand what any of this meant or why this hadn’t all been set up beforehand, but there was hardly a point in trying to get answers to his questions because none of it would speed up the activation of his new credentials, nor the delivery of his new laptop, which wasn’t arriving until Monday.

None of this was done with malicious intent, of course; nor is he the only new employee affected, going by the line of badged Agents standing in line every morning this week to get the day’s temporary access, but Marcus still feels like a marked man. Separate. Apart. Singled-out.

I am a visitor here. I am not permanent.

It only compounds upon that same feeling inside of him: that feeling that he’s on some sort of strange vacation, and that soon he’ll be able to return home. Home. To his little duplex in Austin, where he shared one wall with Mrs. Ruth Galloway, the eighty-five year-old widow he had a cup of tea with every Sunday at two pm. To the city he knows, the field office where he’d spent most of his career, with familiar rooms and familiar faces… where she walks through the familiar halls. With him.

Marcus swallows thickly, shoving the painful lump down into his stomach.

No, he can’t go home.

The spacious condo certainly doesn’t feel like home when he opens the door to find the large living room dark and cold and foreboding, although that’s probably mostly his fault–the walls are still lined with moving boxes, most of them still half-full with his belongings, messy and unkempt after rummaging through them to find the essentials and leaving the rest.

When he had toured the building, two weeks before the move, the large residence felt full of dreams, of possibilities, rather than empty and sterile. Marcus remembers going from room to room, his head filled with images of an idealistic future: a king-sized bed, his and hers towels in the pristine bathroom, a bookshelf large enough to fit all of their books in the first spare room, and, in the second spare room… a crib.

Now, they’re just two empty rooms.

The fridge is empty too, Marcus suddenly remembers, having not had a chance to find a grocery store yet. He’s been living out of takeaway containers, not even bothering to open the box of dishes and silverware. He takes out two styrofoam boxes–one half-filled with leftover Pad Thai, the other with chicken Tikka Masala, and dumps them side-by-side into the same container with a half-grimace.

Beats going back out into the weather.

There are two beers left in a six-pack bought three days ago, so he opens one and takes a long sip while the microwave heats his food. He thumbs through the mail he left on the kitchen counter absentmindedly, finding mostly junk advertisements and coupons, but a takeout menu for a Sushi restaurant catches his eye. As he sets it on top of several other menus he’d accumulated over the last couple of days, the microwave beeps, alerting him to the fact that his dinner is ready.

Marcus sits at the kitchen table and flicks on the TV in the living room, setting the channel to some random rerun of a syndicated sitcom that he doesn’t recognize, mostly for background noise. He pulls a somewhat-soggy copy of the Washington Post he snagged from the breakroom from his messenger bag and flips through the pages without really reading any of the headlines until he finds the crossword. He halfheartedly fills out the clues as he eats, the canned laugh track from the show filtering in and out of his awareness. The clue ‘strips in geography class (6 letters)’ finally causes him to rub at his temples, setting down the pen as he rises to his feet to toss the empty container and bottle in the trash.

The other beer is popped open, and Marcus settles down on the couch, flipping through channels. He pauses briefly on a black and white film–Roman Holiday, he recognizes after a minute or two of watching–but when Ann and Joe kiss on the riverbank, he quickly switches to a basketball game instead. Keeping the volume low, he lets his mind wander as he blankly watches the teams run back and forth on the court, not all that interested in the score.

He needs to buy food. He needs to find somewhere he can get a winter coat. He needs to find a post office, he suddenly remembers, thinking of the text message from earlier. He checks the time–late, probably too late. Wait, no–it’s two hours earlier in Austin. Two beers is hardly enough to even feel the alcohol, but apparently it’s enough to dull his sense of judgment, because he finds himself pulling out his phone. The call goes straight to voicemail, and he tries not to think about the possibility that she’s screening her calls because of him.

“Hi, uh… Hi. I’m sure you’re busy, but I got your message earlier about the key, and… I think I do have one, yeah, but I’m not sure… where, exactly. I’m still in the process of unpacking, got a couple more boxes to go through,” Marcus says, looking at the large pile of boxes in front of him and knowing he’s got many more throughout the house. “I’ll make it a priority to find it and send it off this weekend.

“It’s really nice here,” he continues, seemingly not able to stop the flow of words once they’ve started. “There’s a Thai place down the street that you’d like, but the spring rolls are so-so. Not like that one place we found in Ridgetop, remember that one?” Marcus chuckles softly to himself, hardly recognizing the sound of his own laughter, and it sends a pang down into his chest. “I–” he stutters, blinking rapidly. “I know things weren’t perfect between us. The–the timing wasn’t right, and there were a lot of… of uh, obstacles in our way, but I’ve been doing–” he huffs humorlessly, “–a lot of thinking over the past couple of days, and I think I understand now. I saw a life that I wanted, and… I pushed for it. I pushed too hard, without–without thinking about how you felt about it, about whether you were ready, whether you even wanted a life with me. You were… you were trying to tell me, that whole time… and I didn’t listen. But I… I think I finally see it–why I was the one worth leaving. It was never going to be me, it couldn’t have been. I ignored all the signs that I was pushing too hard, not listening, pressuring you…” He takes a shaky breath, and lets it out slowly. “I’m sorry. You were right to leave. I–I wish you the best, Teresa.”

The District Sleeps Alone Tonight

The Postal Service

Smeared black ink

Your palms are sweaty

And I'm barely listening

To last demands

I'm staring at the asphalt wondering

What's buried underneath

I'll wear my badge

A vinyl sticker with big block letters

Adhering to my chest

That tells your new friends

I am a visitor here, I am not permanent

And the only thing

Keeping me dry is

You seem so out of context

In this gaudy apartment complex

(Where I am) A stranger with your door key

Explaining that I'm just visiting

(Where I am) And I am finally seeing

Why I was the one worth leaving

D.C. sleeps alone tonight

You seem so out of context

In this gaudy apartment complex

(Where I am) A stranger with your door key

Explaining that I'm just visiting

(Where I am) And I am finally seeing

Why I was the one worth leaving

The district sleeps alone tonight

After the bars turn out their lights

(Where I am) And send the autos swerving

Into the loneliest evening

(Where I am) And I am finally seeing

Why I was the one worth leaving

#Marcus Pike #Marcus Pike fanfiction #The Mentalist #songfic #pedro pascal #Spotify

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dappledpaintbrush · 2 months

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If it becomes more than a dream, what do you think a Super Paper Mario movie would be like?

Please write down everything you have to say, it doesn't matter if it's a 100 page essay I would like to read it.

When I finally get not only yapping permission, but also yapping endorsement

I think about the SPM movie a LOT. Not because I think it’s going to happen but because I’m insane. I also think it works better as a show, but I always must migrate to thinking of it as a movie lol. I talk a lot I’m gonna divide my thoughts into sections (Again, I’m turning off reblogs because reblogging an ask gets rid of the read-more, I’m sorry!! It’s for the best LMAO)

Rating:

I would LOVE if they addressed it like the FNAF movie. I remember people talking about how “oh it’s gonna be for kids because it’s a kid’s franchise and they’re gonna make more money if they made it for kids” but they made it PG-13 and. Everything was fine. They made a shit ton of money and everything was fine. Point is, I think SPM would work best as a PG-13 movie. And yeah it sounds like that one clip of SpongeBob and Patrick screaming in terror on a baby rollercoaster, but SPM does have elements that would be Difficult to put in a movie format and still make it rated PG. With the game, it can be passed off as cartoon mischief and thus be E for everyone, sure, but in a movie? I don’t see it. And let me clarify- I know they could make the hypothetical SPM movie be rated PG and still have its original plot, but I believe that is only if they cut down on a lot of things and make it very goofy and overall remove the heart of the story. But do I think it would be fucking PEAK as a PG-13 movie? Hell yeah. They could have a lot more leg-room to truly pay homage to the game, which is known as one of Mario’s darker stories for a good reason.

But do I believe they would make it PG-13? No. Definitely PG. Again, I know this is a Mario game and it’s not some super evil sick twisted story oh my god cover your eyes little timmy blah blah blah, but STILL. Pulling off some of its core scenes on the big screen where there’s SO much more detail in the animation and the voice acting etc etc etc would be hard to accomplish without making said scenes less impactful or even shallow. And if you still think I’m being dramatic, the mario movie is rated PG. The Mario movie. And all Mario did was get punched and got a bruise on his eye. I’m sure if there was a storyboard scene of him, Luigi, Bowser, and Peach getting set on fire and going to the afterlife, it would have been SCRAPPED. OR, it would have absolutely no emotion other than “erm… THAT just happened!” Take your pick.

All in all, if it were to happen, the SPM movie will lose some things. Nintendo would NEVER allow Mario to be in an PG-13 movie. It’s unfortunate :(

Speaking of the Afterlife:

Nintendo will have to cut out the Underwhere, Overthere, Grambi, and maybe even Luvbi and Bonechill. OR, completely revamp that whole thing to make it as religiously ambiguous as possible. No fucking doubt about it. At ALL. I can already see the change.org petition run by a Christian mother screaming at Nintendo for blaspheming God and making a joke out of heaven and hell “which are very real and you’re teaching kids it’s some silly fake thing in a fake Mario movie BUT NO PEOPLE HAS TO KNOW THEY WILL BURN FOREVER IF THEY DONT OBEY!!!” (Note: just in case it wasn’t obvious, I am mocking the Christian mother in the quotation marks). I’m surprised Nintendo even got away with it in the first place, ESPECIALLY regarding Luvbi and Bonechill. I put “maybe” regarding those two because it’s likely 2 and 2 won’t be put together about who inspired their characters, but at the same time. It probably will. Yeah it definitely will

Bonechill is directly inspired by Satan, and Luvbi makes indirect references to Jesus. Regarding Bonechill, to quote from his Wiki:

“Tippi's tattle says that Bonechill may have once been a Nimbi, which is supported by the fact that he has feathered wings on his back. This fits into the overall motif of The Underwhere and The Overthere, which draw heavily from both Ancient Greek mythology and the Christian religion. In particular, the concept of a fallen angel (Nimbi) is inspired by the Biblical story of Lucifer, who became the devil after betraying God. Furthermore, in Dante's Inferno (of the epic Italian poem, the Divine Comedy), Lucifer (now known as Satan) is depicted as a giant, six-winged beast imprisoned in ice in the deepest circle of Hell. This is all paralleled by how Bonechill has six wings, was imprisoned deep below the Underwhere, and is a self-styled "master of the cold dark" who uses ice breath to attack and is "something of an evil celebrity in certain circles of the Underwhere". Similarly, his being released during an apocalyptic event (the emergence of The Void) may be derived from the Book of Revelation, where Satan escapes from hell and he and his army are battled and defeated in heaven.”

Do you see that shit. Do you think Nintendo would risk doing this in a movie, let alone ever again in any game?The backlash would be INSANE. And they could easily call Luvbi a blasphemous mockery of Jesus because she sacrificed herself to save the world, AND CAME BACK LATER😭😭😭😭😭

Anyways, yeah. In the SPM movie, that whole chapter of the game is what’s going to be changed the most. It likely will be solely based off Greek mythology with no Christian themes involved. Or even LESS than that if they’re too scared. God I wish they weren’t. That chapter is one of my favorites in the whole game (mostly bc it’s crazy to me how Nintendo didn’t chicken out of making it), and it sucks so bad to know it’ll likely be almost nonexistent if the SPM movie were to happen.

Run-Time:

This game is. Long.

In my perfect world, I like to think of it as one big grand movie and it’s the longest animated movie ever made and it’s animated by Dreamworks in the style of Puss in Boots: The Last Wish and it has 5/5 stars and critics are crying and screaming of joy and everybody who clowned on this game has personally showed up to my door to apologize for their wrongdoing and beg for my forgiveness. But unfortunately we can’t have everything we want

I don’t think they will cut out any of the dimensions, I just think that most side plots will be rushed through like a montage :/ It’s why I think it will work best as a series. Every episode could be dedicated to a Dimensional Door. But that also means it’ll likely have less of a budget which sucks

Blumiere and Dimentio:

Something will have to change.

First of all, Blumiere. I don’t exactly know HOW, but they will have to change about his story. The game itself has already gotten criticized for “romanticizing a toxic relationship” between Blumiere and Timpani, and that criticism will be MAGNIFIED with a blockbuster film. Again, I don’t know how the will do it, but they’ll have to adjust that plot to please the masses more than likely. It fucking sucks. But this is modern Nintendo. They are going to go the safest route possible.

That’s not the only thing regarding Blumiere that will have change. Yk how the game also gets criticized for giving Blumiere a happy ending but not Dimentio despite the fact that, regardless of their motivations, they both tried to kill everyone? That criticism will also be magnified with the release of a movie. They’ll have to modify the story to make Blumiere’s actions significantly less evil than Dimentio’s, which could be accomplished through making it so that Blumiere is mind-controlled by the Dark Prognosticus. OR, they’ll have to give Dimentio a happy ending too, whether that be he survives and changes his ways (BOOOOO🍅🍅🍅), or he also gets the “he’s alive somewhere” treatment like Blumiere and Timpani did. However, in order to accomplish that successfully with an audience of five years olds, they’ll have to directly talk about Dimentio’s own tragic backstory with as much weight as they do Blumiere’s. And l. Don’t see that happening. It would be absolutely CRAZY if it did and I would probably pass out in the theatre if we got to see the Pixl Creator, but yeah, it’s unlikely.

Mr. L:

Some good news! I see them making Mr. L recognizable

They probably won’t.

BUT THEY LIKELY WILL

In the first movie, Mario and Luigi’s bond was shown in ways they have rarely done before. Their love and care for one another is clearly shown, not just “that’s my brother Luigi wahoo!” or something. I mean come on, think of the hug scene. And you mean to tell me in the 2nd or 3rd or idk movie, Mario can’t recognize him with a blindfold on? Be serious

In a game, yeah haha funny gag, but in a movie, it’ll be met with more annoyance than anything and it’ll be really disingenuous, and it already does get that criticism in the game where it’s arguably “more acceptable.”

Conclusion:

There’s a lot more that can be discussed, but this is all I’ve put a significant lot of thought into about what I think the SPM movie would be like if I thought about it realistically. Basically, if it’s gonna truly be an SPM movie, Nintendo’s gonna have to grow a backbone. But even then, I still think it would be a great movie, especially in the eyes of those who haven’t played the game and thus don’t have the same “ARGHH BUT YOU FORGOT FLIP-FOLK NUMBER FORTY TWO” mentality that I have LMAO. And even THEN, I still think it would be a great movie. Nintendo will just have to be reaaaally careful to adapt to the limitations (that they put on themselves 💀) and still make it a movie about Super Paper Mario.

#spm #super paper mario

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jewish-sideblog · 5 months

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You can talk about the issues with people often conflating the situation with native americans like me to those of the palestinian people and not realizing they're differing situations- without being just vitriolic and hateful towards USA natives. The idea addressing colonialism is bad is such a privileged take why are you putting it in scare quotes? Colonizers are bad regardless of how it happened. It comes off to me as deeply racist and insensitive to mock native people just because some people misappropriate our terminology.

I wanna come in here and be very open about the clarification here. I don’t think addressing colonialism is bad. Seems like you might be new around here, because addressing colonialism is a big focus of this blog and of my personal life.

The quotation marks do not, in any way, serve as a mockery of Native terminology or a condemnation of decolonization. The original ask was focused on how non-native misinterpretation of decolonization forced everyone to accept a label of either “native” or “colonist”— never both, never neither. That extremely limited and binary labeling is the only reason the quotations exist. Obviously, there are more complex nuances to decolonial terminology, because that binary is itself a form of colonial thinking. I was in no way intending to say that the terms were bad or incorrect, just that they are often used by colonial-minded activists harmfully and inaccurately.

The quotation marks are intended to easily and visibly show misuse of terminology, so as not to confuse it with accurate use. That’s something I do on here all the time, especially with Zionism. It’s an incredibly complex term that most USActivists misunderstand. A secular Labour Zionist and a Religious Greater Israel Zionist will probably find that they don’t actually agree on nearly anything. But goyim on tumblr who don’t understand the word use it to mean “one of those Nazi Jews that I don’t agree with”. When referencing their use of the term, it’s formatted as “Zionist”.

That’s not to say Zionism is fake or bad or shouldn’t be done. (It also doesn’t mean it’s good and should be done!) There are some parts of Zionism I agree with, and some parts I don’t agree with. The use of quote marks around “Zionism” are politically and morally neutral. It’s just to indicate that the person using the term is not using it accurately.

I hope this clears up the misunderstanding, and I’m sorry I gave off the impression that I don’t value, support, and and work towards decolonization. Please let me know if you have any other questions!

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good-beanswrites · 6 months

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Added my Double drabble to Lights, Camera, Sing Your Sins! I snuck it into chapter 2 so I figured I'd make a quick post with it here :)

“Hey, stop bumping me.”

“You’re bumping me – I can’t see!”

“Just scooch over.”

“My toes!”

Mikoto looked back at the group of prisoners huddled around him, packed tightly so that they could peer over his shoulder at the monitors. His hand paused from where it had been sweeping the stylus around, rearranging his latest creation.

“It’s not that exciting guys,” he laughed. “Let me at least show you some of the finished pieces, I’m sure this is boring…”

Not that the other pictures were that exciting, either. He pulled up the other frames he’d been busy editing. There came a chorus of oohs and ahhs, but Mikoto knew it was just out of obligation. He flicked through a few of them as quickly as he could.

It was the type of art he loved to do (with some input from Red now and then) but it didn’t really suit any of the other prisoners’ tastes. He’d heard enough questions about his field to know it wasn’t all that impressive to most people.

Sure enough, Kazui squinted at the screen. “You made all these?” he asked. “Like, you drew them?”

“Er…in a way. I drew some of the elements, and had to do some work to make the effects look right. And the color coordination takes time too.” He scratched the back of his head. “I know it doesn’t look like much…”

When he glanced over, though, Kazui’s expression was one of awe. “No, no, you’re very talented!”

Haruka’s finger tapped the screen. “Can you go back to that one?”

Mikoto clicked back to a photo of himself sitting on one of the train benches. It was meant to depict Red, made abundantly clear by the blood spatter, colored eyes, and savior label that had been placed with much deliberation. Blue had insisted on it, though Red only agreed with the addition of quotations. Their guilty verdict had been crushing for both of them (though not wholly unexpected), so it was important to show all sides of them, now.

Although it had been one of his favorites when working on it, he suddenly wondered if his personal flair had gotten out of hand. It was hardly distinguishable as the original shot, with too many textures and additions obscuring everything.

Fuuta whistled. “Man, that looks sick. You should have done my video…”

“Mine too!” Mahiru said. “I love the bright colors you’re using in all of these. And the paper and ink just looks so crafty!”

Kotoko leaned in to get a better look. “I really like the focus on the eyes here.”

“O-oh, thanks!” He could feel his chin lift at the commentary. “I got the idea a bit ago… it’s kind of a running thing now? I drew some of them here –” he scrolled though a few frames. “And a scribble over the face here to keep the theme going. Little ones here, a string of them like this. Heh, I drew about a thousand different eye designs to get any actually liked. Then I have these big ones, see? I’m debating on including a blue version, too, but maybe I’m going overboard. I think Jackalope might have a heart attack, seeing all this crap.”

“He’ll get over it.” Yuno answered his joking smile with a genuine one. “I’m so glad you’re having fun with these. It’s all very… you.”

Mikoto’s gaze fell onto the last frame he’d pulled up: another messy one of Red filled with pink and blue, with the text save you repeated nearby.

“It’s both of us.”

#milgram #mikoto kayano #and technically everyones there too but they dont say much individually #using my headcanoned names of Blue and Red like in chapter 1 (in the hopes i can introduce Green in t3 🤞🤞🤞)#i tried really hard to sneak in a john reference but since this happens months before and es is the one to come up the name it didnt work #i just wanted to show mikoto finally using his art as an outlet rather than it being a career burden like double showed ;-;#and i need them to interact!!!! and look out for each other !!!#bare minimum be aware of each other!!! 😭#im so crushed that bokukoto is still in the dark after all this #RIP deep cover delay btw -_- im so glad the animation team is taking the time they need though #fanfic #lights camera sing your sins

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Play-By-Blog #1: The Isle by Luke Gearing

Welcome to my large-scale play-by-post of The Isle by Luke Gearing! We are playing this adventure with its original system, The Vanilla Game (although this will likely be adjusted somewhat to fit the Play-By-Blog format). This is the first proper entry, but you can check out PBB #0 to get a feel for the ideas behind this play-by-blog concept and at character creation. For now, let's lay some groundwork.

How Play-By-Blog works:

I write up the situation, NPCs, and more, just like a DM.

You vote in the poll to help decide the character's course of action.

I roll the dice, resolve actions, and write them up next week.

So on and so forth for the rest of the adventure!

Notation:

[Text in brackets is out-of-character text!] "Non-italicized quotes denote text from the original adventure!" "Italicized quotations denotes NPC dialogue."

Last week, LOADS of you (over 150 people) voted for our character's class and Magic-User won in a landslide. Using that, I randomly rolled a character (using this Vanilla Game character generator). Let's get to know them a bit before we dive in.

The Player Character: Medon Girdou - Magic Cutpurse

Medon Girdou, a cutpurse turned unlikely wizard, is in a bad way. You don't stage a solo raid on a place like the isle if things are going well. Somewhere back out in the world, there are forces calling for Medon - calling on their debts, calling for their death, or calling them home (when they'd rather be anywhere else). Now, the chance of riches, enough to possibly settle the score, has brought them here to the isle.

[Because Medon is braving The Isle alone, they are coming in at Level 3 to help turn the odds very slightly in their favor. This isn't their first raid.]

[We'll let any background and whatnot build out during play. Feel free to propose your own ideas about what kind of person Medon is and what may have come before but remember, Medon's true character will come out during play and be determined by the actions they take!]

With their katana in one hand, spellbook in the other, and a pocket full of cheese and lead figurines, they step onto...

THE ISLE

"The isle is tiny, a mere 40 acres of forbidding rock and low grasses. Seen from the sea, the monastery buildings stand adjacent to the peak of the isle, lit by a fire atop a tower. The monks never let the fire go out.

"Cliffs rise above the bitter sea, mauled by waves and weather. Fallen stones jut like Frisian horses, big enough to skewer whales. The abbot knows this, because he has seen it."

You've convinced Cioran, a local fisherman, to grant you passage to the island, claiming to be a pilgrim in search of your god. Once a month, he delivers supplies to the monks on the isle out of some sense of obligation you can't quite place. You watched him sit and listen to the sea in the dark of night for hours aboard the boat.

Cioran drops you at a small cove on the island's eastern side [C], wanting to see you on your way before sailing around the island to the main jetty. He's not sure how the monks would take to an unexpected visitor on his boat, even if you are a pilgrim. He'll check this cove again in a month, if you are looking to return to the mainland. His ship slides away quietly around the northern cliffs.

You are alone.

A bloated corpse, fought over by a dozen or so gulls, is bobbing facedown in the water of a small, rocky alcove.

A stone-carved staircase leads up out of the cove, coated in wet, slimy moss fed by the ever-humid conditions. [Saving Throw to not fall down the stairs and take damage: Success!] Taking your time, you manage to safely climb to the top and look out across the rest of the isle.

[You can see out to 3, 4, 5, and 6. 2 and 1 are partially obscured.]

To the north [3], you see a squat formation of man-made stone some 30 or more feet high, scars and bird shit marring the surface.

To the northwest [4], you see a collapsed building of some sort, a loose pile of rubble.

To the southwest [5], you see a scenic view of the western sea atop of an hill topped with an outcropping of rocks.

To the south [6], you see the Monastery, the reason you came to this place. The supposed home to a number of riches, meant to bring glory to a god but that do little more than languish here in obscurity when they could change everything for you, if only you can get to them.

Beyond these places, you can make out a partial view of a sizeable collection of graves to the far north [1] and the upper branches of a large tree to the northwest [2], past the collapsed building.

The choice now, of course, is...

You can now read PBB #2 HERE.

#ttrpg #indie ttrpg #fantasy #vanilla game #the isle #play by blog #play by post #luke gearing #meatcastle PBB

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dylogpenchester · 3 months

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LitBC Part I - German and English translations my observations

Having read Part 1 Jaehee of the German version two times since last Saturday and the English version once today, i feel like I have read the same story.

To me there is a bit of a tonal difference where the German version feels a bit more colloquial than the English version. Although that could be because I am a native speaker of German and therefore the indicators for that in English might not be as obvious to me.

Both translation have the English title 'Love in the Big City' they both number the Parts as opposed to being only titled in the original. English uses quotation dashes like in Korean while German uses guillemets.

Some differences in the translations stood out to me, in particular:

The drinking rule "I had a funny drinking rule back then—I would do anything I was told by whoever bought me a drink" (p. 3) "Es war die Zeit, als ich die Gewohnheit hatte, jeden Gefallen zu erfüllen, solange man mir einen ausgab" (S. 10) 'It was at the time when I had the habit to fullfill any favour as long as I was treated to a drink'

Why did they develop a relationship "After my defense of her sort of outed me" (p. 5) "Nun, wo wir so unvorhergesehenerweise ein Geheimnis miteinander teilten" (S. 13) 'Now that we unexpectedly shared a secret with each other'

How close they were when they moved in together "which meant the closest person we had at the time was each other" (p. 13) "war unser Verhältnis so unkompliziert und vertrauensvoll, wie man es sich nur denken kann" (S. 21) 'our relationship was as uncomplicated and trusting as one can imagine'

The Olympic sport "Since I hated losing, and since I was into booze and men to begin with ..." (p.14) "[W]eil ich von Natur aus nicht gern den Kürzeren zog, beziehungsweise besser gesagt, weil mir einfach der Sinn danach stand" (S. 22) '[B]ecause by nature I didn't like to lose, or rather in other words, because I just felt like it, ...'

The finishing sentence "that Jaehee didn't live here anymore" (p. 48) "Diese Jaehee war nun nicht mehr da. (S.58) 'That Jaehee was not there anymore now.'

#litbc book club #love in the big city #text float

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ariainstars · 4 days

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The Big List of Fanfiction Clichés

For a start: I’m not writing about #tags here. What I mean are actual tropes.

A tag is something that you write in a fanfiction header to outline the story, and / or to warn your readers.

A cliché is a plot twist the author uses believing it to be original or funny. The problem is that many of these clichés have either been around for so long that they give a rash to their readers. Some have never been creative or innovative in the first place.

Dear writers, please have mercy and at least attempt to spare us from these.

“Idiots in Love” They dislike one another / are rivals / are friends but they are not aware of being in love. How do we bring these two together? 1 Jealousy. 2 One of them gets sick or hurt.

“Idiots in Love”, II They’re roommates or childhood friends for at least a decade until it finally dawns on them that they love each other. They’re rivals for years or decades until they realize that they love each other. They’re neighbours / roommates for years… etc. They’re classmates / fellow students for years… etc.

“Idiots in Love”, III They must be brought together by their friends because they’re too stupid to realize it or to make a move on their own. Added bonus: betting pools. Wolf whistles. Innuendos. (For the record, that’s not funny, just crude. Even worse considering that these are supposed to be “friends”.)

The poor / rich person cliché Poor person can hardly get by, rich person has so much luxury that poor person is dazzled, but 1 Rich person is terribly lonely and misunderstood 2 Poor person of course loves rich person because they have a heart of gold, not because of their money. The money doesn’t hurt, of course. Bonus if the fic keeps emphasizing how wonderful expensive stuff and rich life is.

Quotations or references to Jane Austen. They’re so overdone. I roll my eyes as soon as I stumble upon them. (Alternatively: Romeo and Juliet. Argh.)

Global Coincidences A and B live 1 in the same city (for the record: a metropole) or 2 on the opposite sides of the globe and meet online, or one of them loves to read the other’s books, etc. And then - bang! - they meet. A 1 in a billion possibility but hey, It’s Fate.

Anyone Straight Here? The situation is desperate! Our gay heroes can’t be together because 1 society is against it 2 their families are against it 3 they are already married / engaged heterosexually * sprinkling of fairy dust * Lo and behold, villain is a closeted homosexual themselves. Or: the inconvenient girl comes out as lesbian. Who would have thought.

There was only one bed / hotel room / dorm room No comment. Bonus if one of them forgot their sleepshirt and needs to borrow it from the only other person in the room.

The Coffee Shop AU There must be millions of coffee shop fanfics. For the record, it doesn’t get better if it’s a bar or restaurant. (Or a laundromat.)

The Hot Dad Take A child is introduced to the story who has absolutely no agenda of its own. Its only purpose is to bring the protagonists together by being cute. At least if they would have characteristics of their own, instead of just being a commodity to drive the plot. (Most of them don’t.)

Fake It till You Make It For Some Reason they have to pretend that they’re dating or married, or their marriage is arranged. Everything turns out all right in the end.

What’s an Umbrella? Key scene: to make a declaration of love, the love interest (usually male) arrives at the other’s doorstep soaking wet. Inspired by the 2005 film version of the novel-that-must-not be named.

Maybe This Time Definition of madness: “doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result”. Protagonist has affairs / one-night stands galore, searching for a mate. And then after months or even years, bang!, one of them stays overnight. Nothing went differently, except that miraculously, it’s their One True Love.

Those? That? Smut ensues, and every over sentence describes “those fingers”, “that cock”, “those lips” etc. Nobody uses the word “those”. Ever. Except for smut scenes.

Love Hurts If you love someone: stalk them. Offend them. Humiliate them. Invade their personal space for no reason. Make them dependent on you. At worst, kidnap and or rape them. For the record, it’s called “trauma bonding”. It’s not romantic or erotic.

Love Conquers All One person does something mean, hurtful and uncalled for to the other. Of course, they will be forgiven. That’s from where you recognize true love, don’t you? Who needs self-esteem.

It Smells of April and May They meet at a wedding. Or they broke up and meet again at a wedding. Nothing more romantic to (re)kindle feelings.

Just Kiss Already You’re sitting or standing underneath a mistletoe. What are you waiting for? Funny how branches of a parasite plant are supposed to mean good luck. Funnier how they are always conveniently at hand when They Just Have to Kiss Already. Another reference to mistletoe in a Christmas fic and I’ll riot.

I’m Not a Martyr, I’m a Victim Protagonist is convinced that “everyone they love leaves them or dies”. Lover has to convince them that they won’t ever leave them. Yes, abandonment issues are real and they can be a bitch. But this trope has been around for as long as Rapunzel’s braid. In real life: if someone says everybody leaves them, don’t take pity too quickly. There might be a reason for that. Just saying.

The Knowing Best Friend They’ve done their utmost to hide their feelings, but there is always some friend or sibling who Just Saw Right Through Them. And won’t hold back making fun of their feelings. Nice friend, really.

Their Love is Forbidden One of them is married. Engaged. In a relationship with the other’s best friend. Or both of them are. They’re on opposite sides of a war, of a business, or a class. They’re stepparent and stepchild. Adopted siblings. First cousins. One of them is underage. One of the is a priest or a nun. Even better, some of these elements are mixed together. The more desperately they cling to one another, the more you can rest assured: Their Love is True.

They Hate Each Other; it Must Be Love When two people constantly clash, it must be a proof of True Love. Or isn’t it? For the record, sometimes people genuinely dislike each other. And if someone likes the other but instead of confessing it is constantly rude to them in order to “win their attention”, it’s not a proof of love but of deep immaturity.

Parlor Games Truth or Dare. Spin the Bottle. Never Have I Ever. You name it. Nothing better to win the heart of your One True Love than by embarrassing the s*** out of them in front of everyone they know and care about. Bonus if they make fun of someone's love life. In public.

Fifty Shades of Something He’s rich and kinky, that’s all. (Or maybe he has some other terrible characteristics.) But she Loves Him, because She Sees Something in Him That Others Don’t. She’s not in it for the money of course. Neither is she incredibly naïve. It’s Love.

People Will Say We’re in Love Someone starts a rumour that A and B are a couple. Of course they aren’t. Until they are. Someone just had to give them a hint.

True Love Doesn’t Wait Protagonist has copious amounts of casual sex in order to: a) make their love interest jealous b) “exercise” for when they will be with their love interest c) “get their love interest out of their system” because they’re not reciprocated. At least, apparently not. (They just don’t know yet.) But of course: their heart always belongs only to The One.

Praise Kink They’re having sex. Like, hot sex. And one is calling the other a “good boy”. What is he, a dog?

Anything But Love They’ve been through everything together. Everything. Known one another for years. Lived together, worked together, travelled together. Talked about the most difficult topics. Been there for one another for better or worse. Had sex countless times and explored all kind of crazy kinks. But the moment one of them - or both - realize that this could actually be Love, they go into panic modus.

Conclusion I’ve read to many fanfics. Sue me. 😊

Feel free to reblog and add.

#fanfiction #ao3 #writing #clichés #tropes #writing stuff #writing is hard #reading can be even harder #have mercy

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decadentworld · 1 year

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How to comment a personalized kudos as an image (you can only do the first few steps of this on desktop, as far as I know):

1) Go to any AO3 work and scroll down until you see the ‘Kudos ♥’ button.

2) Right click on it and click ‘Inspect’.

3) A big hacker-ish thing will appear. You’ll see that the line for the HTML code where the Kudos button is originated will be automatically selected. If it isn’t, make sure that you’ve clicked ‘Inspect’ correctly right on the Kudos button.

4) Double click on the text ‘Kudos ♥’, right next to ‘value=’.

5) Change the text to whatever you want. Some examples:

6) Once you’ve done that, press Enter and check the part of your screen where the real Kudos button is. You’ll see it’ll have changed to whatever you’ve written.

7) Close the Inspect Element.

8) Go to your new personalized Kudos button and press the Screen Print keyboard button OR take a screenshot of either your full screen or just the button with the program of your choice. I’ve screenshotted my screen and pasted and cropped the image with MS Paint.

9) Save the image.

10) Post the image to an image-hosting site of your preference. If you’d like this image to be private, I recommend posting it as a private post on Tumblr.

11) Click on the account icon on the top of the screen, scroll the menu down until you find the account to which you’ve privately posted, click the downward-pointing arrow on that account, and click Posts.

12) Scroll down until you see your private post, right click on your personalized kudos image, and click ‘copy image link’.

13) Go to the work you’d like to comment your personalized kudos to, and start writing this:

Note: I believe it’s important for the quotation marks to not be curly; if they were, I think this would not work.

14) Paste your copied link within the space between the quotation marks, like this:

15) Comment and see the magic…!

I hope this has helped you. You can save your personalized kudos’ links in something like your phone’s notes and comment on mobile, but I think you’ll necessarily have to do the bulk of the work from a computer.

#AO3 #archiveofourown #tutorial

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saintmeghanmarkle · 2 months

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Money Troubles Mentioned in today's Sun Article..."concerns over what will happen when the money runs out"... by u/BuildtheHerd

Money Troubles Mentioned in today's Sun Article..."concerns over what will happen when the money runs out"... In the last paragraph of the delicious Sun article that u/ TamlaHill posted today, there is mention of "concerns over 'what will happen when the money runs out' after the end of Harry and Meghan's deals with Netflix and Spotify." Many of us believe that it's not a question of "if" but of "when" the Carparkles will experience serious cash-flow problems. I think this quotation is likely from Robert Jobson, who was quoted in the previous paragraph of the article. If this is indeed another tidbit of information carefully planted by palace staff and the quote is accurate that the BRF have concerns, it's very telling because the BRF knows EXACTLY how much money Harry has (or had at the time of Megxit). Some people are working under the assumption that H still has tens of millions from his inheritance. I think M has convinced him to utilize his savings to pay for security, etc...we've seen how idiotic he is about pursuing these very expensive lawsuits that have been big money losing propositions. She probably has convinced him that all this spending on security, legal fees, maintaining a high profile through PR, etc. is an investment that will pay off.Reddit doesn't allow me to include the link to my post from 8 months ago that analyzed the Carparkles' financial situation. Here's an archived link, although it doesn't include the screenshot showing the details of the $10Million estimated annual household expenses that was included in the original post. https://archive.ph/86xJKSource: The Sun on Sunday, 18 Feb 2024, Matt Wilkinson post link: https://ift.tt/JThKcaj author: BuildtheHerd submitted: February 18, 2024 at 04:23PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

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maranull · 1 year

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I was supposed to be writing the new S&G chapter, but writing the upcoming scenes is hard. So, I'm taking Hug's latest ask for Malenia and making it for Meli cause it was a lovely ask and I want to.

The original prompt is here. I did skip the breakfast at bed prompt. Honestly I dunno why. I think I just wanted to try just generic headcanons right now. Might get back to this and add the x reader part. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Melina:

Fav food:

She likes pretty much anything containing Rowa fruits. Yes, humans are unable to digest them. She's a demigod, so I say she can. She tried them once while chilling with Torrent when she was young, and got the taste then.

Fav soup:

Guillemot soup. She also likes deer soup, but doesn't make it as often.

Random "kitchen" headcanons:

Can cook decently

While she mostly cooks meat, when she decides to cook veggies they are always her best work

But she doesn't do so often since she mostly prefers to eat them raw

She's not a big fan of root veggies

Doesn't carry fresh supplies with her and forages daily for food

She does carry a small pot, a pan and a wooden spoon and fork

Oftentimes she'll smoke the meat for easy meals while riding Torrent

Taste is important, but secondary. If it can be eaten, she shall eat it

Kitchen is in quotation marks cause I don't think a campfire technically counts as a kitchen.

Ai'ght, successfully avoided writing my actual fic. :P Later ✌

#elden ring #melina #melina adoring hours again #headcanons

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cyberphuck · 4 months

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Local thottie Kit Bangraaf, from my original fic All Expenses Paid. Paris Bangraaf is his dad by adoption and his Daddy by mutual consent. (I did not get to writing his bio to put in the blank space bc my wrist still fukken hurts. I'm one-finger typing this on the big desktop n it sux.) [img description provided by @qthewhatever ]

Image 1: A digitally drawn character sheet for Kit Bangraaf (a young man with pale skin, blonde hair, and green eyes), in the form of a criminal case file. In the top left corner on the left side, there is a paperclip holding a small photo of a brown-haired man walking the red carpet. The photo is labelled "Paris Bangraaf". Below this photo is a strip of lined paper with a list of Kit's stats, each given a "heart" rating. The stats are: Patience, 3 hearts; Cruelty, half a heart; Empathy, 5 hearts; Humor, 3 hearts; Confidence, 5 hearts; Hornyness, 15 hearts which trail impossibly off the paper; Recklessness, 2 hearts. The last line is "Extrovert/Introvert", with Extrovert circled in red. Clipped beside the photo of Paris Bangraaf is an 8-by-10 photo of Kit sitting alone in a classroom, looking off camera and smiling. Kit has written a message on the photo in purple saying "Call me! (248) 434-5508". The exclamation point has a heart instead of a dot. There is a note on yellow paper taped to this photo reading "SEE ME AFTER CLASS" in all caps. Under the 8-by-10 is handwritten text in green, evidently from a teacher. The text reads: "Kit is very bright and an absolute pleasure to have in class, but has trouble focusing when seated near attractive classmates. He has been reprimanded several times for improper use of private study rooms in the library (as well as practice rooms in the music building, toilet stalls in the mens' restrooms, the P.E. equipment shed, and the Dean's office). Consider limiting distractions at home." On the right side, there is a printed screenshot of a selfie from Kit's Instagram. Beneath it are a number of white papers, the top of which is a brief summary of Kit's basic details. The labels are typewritten, but the responses are filled in by hand in pink. The text reads: "Full name: Christopher Bangraaf. Alias: Kitten. Species: Hottie. Age: LEGAL [this is in all caps, underlined, and there is a pink highlight tab pointing to it]. Body type: Flexible. Gender/Pronouns: Male (He/Him). Sexual Orientation: Gay for pay (also for free). Relationship status: 'Sponsored' [in quotation marks]. Occupation: Student. Zodiac sign: Aries (April 3). Clothing style: Bratty Sugar Baby." Beside this text is a pentagon-shaped graph showing the traditional RPG traits. Kit's agility, endurance, and charisma are all maxed out, and he has very high intelligence but slightly below-average physical strength. Image 2: Detail of the Instagram post from Image 1. The image was posted by @sugar.kitten with the caption "Kit Bangraaf" and has 61.5k views. Kit is wearing pale blue bottoms and a very small green crop top that says "Food 4 THOT"; the top barely covers his nipples. He is holding his phone up high and giving a peace sign to the camera, making a kissy face. Behind him is an unmade bed with white sheets. The post has been "liked" by the person who took the screenshot.

Image 3: A variant of the 8-by-10 from Image 1. Kit is sitting backstraddle in a wooden chair, wearing a rumpled school uniform - a grey-blue short-sleeve button-down shirt with a loose red tie, blue pants, and red high top sneakers. He is smiling at someone off to his left. The classroom background and the flirty message from Image 1 are not present in this version.

Image 4: Detail of the photo of Paris Bangraaf from Image 1. Paris is a handsome man with short dark hair, wearing a dark suit with a maroon tie, held with a diamond tie clip. He is walking away from a stretch limo on a red carpet with paparazzi flashing around him. He's talking on a white cellphone and smiling charismatically, looking completely at ease.

#art tag #ocs #original character #oc art #sugardaddy #yes you can call that number

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wyrmfedgrave · 2 months

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Pics: Great Pulp Interior Art, mostly.

1. The 1st piece reminds me of a much later HPL revision tale that was about soul stealing mosquitoes¹!!

I kid you not!

2. But, the 2nd seems to illustrate the dangers of 'outside' mental influences on mere human sanity²...

3. This bit of line work seems to be a modern imitation of the early pulp aesthetic.

Still a great bit of art. Very close to Lovecraft's original description of the Deep Ones³.

4. The secret origin of Aquaman's telepathic circle/thoughts?

Hardly.

It seems to be some type of torture device - which were in heavy demand in the early pulps & Wonder Woman comics!

Or, it could be that she's a spy - using a telephone type device.

Or...

5. What a great piece! This is truly 1 of the best pulp illustrations that I've ever seen!!

It's a busy little picture depicting rather obvious Egyptian Gods in a royal tomb - &, they don't look happy...

Would go best with Howard's ghost written tale of Egyptian horror⁴ - done for Harry Houdini⁵!!

Now that's a story that I'd like to see adapted to the big screen...

But, all of that is coming sometime in my future. So, let's drop the heavy hints for later...

1914: Poetic Output.

Intro: At this time, HPL is still writing poems - as Sarah (his mom) expected him to become a great poet...

"Gaudeamus⁶" is originally thought to have been written around 1914.

It was revised in 1922, for use in "The Tomb."

The existing version comes from a 1928 letter to (it's now known) Zealia Bishop.

She was 1 of Lovecraft's revision clients & later claimed to have solely written some of Howard's work⁷ for her...

But, more about that in its proper time...

The poem itself is a boisterous party piece - hardly what you'd expect from the future master of Cosmic Horror...

But, there's a morbid streak running thru it.

Work: Gaudeamus starts off with a rather friendly greeting -

"Come (nearer), my lads, with your tankards of ale⁸, And drink to the present before it shall fail⁹."

The poem continues in a good mood -

"Pile... on your platter a mountain of beef, For (it's) eating & drinking that brings us relief."

Now the fun & games turn serious -

"So fill up your glass, For life will soon pass; When you're (all) dead (you'll not) drink to your king nor your lass!"

Then, we have a small silly mention of Anacreon's¹⁰ red nose!

But, HPL makes things creepy with -

"God split me¹¹! I'd rather be red¹² while I'm (still) here, Than white as a lily¹³ & dead half a year!"

This is followed by the (as yet virginial) writer's attempt at writing drunken 'love craft' (Sorry couldn't resist!!) -

"... Betty, my miss, ...Give me a kiss; In Hell there's no inn keeper's daughter like this!"

Then, the funniest bit comes around -

"Young Harry, propped up... as straight as he's able, Will soon lose his wig¹⁴ & slip under the table."

Now, it's back to the (nightly?) party, mixed up with a bit of creepiness -

"But fill up your goblets & pass them around - Better under the table than under the ground!"

The party/creepiness pattern seems to be the dominant one thruout -

"So revel & chaff¹⁵; As you thirstily quaff¹⁶; (For) under 6 feet of dirt (it's) less easy to laugh!"

Then, Lovecraft (ever the teetotaler¹⁷) goes in for some comedic, drunken side effects -

"... Fiend¹⁸ strike me blue¹⁹! I'm (hardly) able to walk, ...Damn me if I can stand upright or talk!"

Now, the drunk asks "Betty to summon²⁰ a chair", though he wants to go home - since his "wife is not there!"

Oh, Howard. If only you knew how prophetic you were being...

Gaudeamus ends with a last mix of drunken weakness & creepiness -

"... Lend me a hand; (As) I'm not able to stand, But I'm (happy while) I linger on top of the land!"

Explanatory notes will follow with the next posting...

(HPL's works are getting longer... &, more complicated. When he returns to writing his stories, I'll be forced to return to quotations & smaller plot descriptions.)

#hpl bio #poetry #history #adult hpl

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