#spatial charges

[evilasiangenius]

This is what Tumblr has to say:

"The new dashboard is here to stay, and there isn’t a way to switch back to the old dashboard, so we’re committed to improving the new experience."

I believe this is called, "Fuck you, get used to it, we're a shitty Twitter clone now."

#tumblr hates functionality #tumblr #no really the messages; activity list; tumblrmart should entirely block the dashboard that is a huge improvement #i never wanted to see those things side by side ever and i obviously wanted huge spatial changes to the desktop site that are far worse #get used to it bitches we're in charge fuck you and your preferences for a unique non-everyone else experience #if i want to be on instagram/bluesky/twitter/threads i'd be there but i'm not and that's the point #i like how it's 'get used to it' but tumblr wants new users so badly that they don't have to be the ones to 'get used to it' #punish the existing user base because of some theoretical users that may/may not come here because the theoretical ones are most important

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

SFX Magazine Issue 372 - Designing Good Omens ❤ 😊

PRODUCTION DESIGNER MICHAEL RALPH REVEALS HOW THE SHOW’S CENTREPIECE SET, WHICKBER STREET, WAS GIVEN A DEVILISHLY CLEVER UPGRADE FOR THE SECOND SEASON

WORDS: DAVE GOLDER

Invisible Columns And Thin Walls “The new studio is Pyramid Studios in Bathgate – it used to be a furniture warehouse. And unfortunately – or fortunately, because I accept these things as not challenges but gifts – right down the middle of that studio are a series of upright columns. But you’ll never spot them on screen. I had to build them in and integrate them into the walls and still get the streets between them. And it worked.

“There’s all sorts of cheeky design values to those sets. Normally a set like this is double-skin. In other words, you do an interior wall and an exterior wall, with an airspace in between. But really, the only time a viewer notices that there’s that width is at the doors and the windows. So I cheated all that. I ended up with single walls everywhere. So the exterior wall is the interior wall, just painted. All I did was make the sash windows and entrances wider to give it some depth as you walked in.”

GOOD OMENS HAD A CHANGE of location for its second season, but hopefully you didn’t notice. Because Whickber Street in Soho upped sticks from an airfield in Hertfordshire to a furniture warehouse in Bathgate, Edinburgh. It’s the kind of nonsensical geographical shenanigans that could only make sense in the crazy world of film and TV, and production designer Michael Ralph was the man in charge of rebuilding and expanding the show’s vast central set. “I wish we could have built more in season one than we did,” says Ralph, whose previous work has included Primeval and Dickensian. “We built the ground floor of everything and the facades of all the shops. But we didn’t build anything higher than that, because we were out on an airfield in a very, very difficult terrain and weather conditions, so we really couldn’t go much higher. Visual effects created the upper levels.”

But with season two the set has gone to a whole other level… literally. “What happened was that the rest of the street became integrated into the series’s storyline,” explains Ralph. “So we needed a record shop, we needed a coffee shop that actually had an inside, we needed a magic shop, we needed the pub. To introduce those meant we had to change the street with a layout that works from a storylines point of view. In other words, things like someone standing at the counter in the record shop had to be able to eyeball somebody standing at the counter in the coffee shop. They had to be able to eyeball Aziraphale sitting in his office in the window of the bookshop. But the rest of it was a pleasure to do inside, because we could expand it and I could go up two storeys.”

For most of the set, which is around 80 metres long and 60 metres wide, the two storeys only applied to the shop frontages, but in the case of Aziraphale’s bookshop, it allowed Ralph to build the mezzanine level for real this time. According to Ralph it became one of the cast and crews’ favourite places to hang out during down time.

But while AZ Fell & Co has grown in height, it actually has a slightly smaller footprint because of the logistics of adapting it to the new studio.

“Everybody swore to me that no one would notice,” says Ralph wryly. “I walked onto it and instinctively knew there was a difference immediately, and they hated me for that. I have this innate sense about spatial awareness and an eye like a spirit level.

“It’s not a lot, though – I think we’ve lost maybe two and a half feet on the front wall internally. I think that there’s a couple of other smaller areas, but only I’d notice. So I can be really annoying to my guys, but only on those levels. Not on any other. They actually quite like me…”

Populating The Bookshop “The props in the new bookshop set were a flawless reproduction from the set decorator Bronwyn Franklin [who is also Ralph’s wife]. It was really the worst-case scenario after season one. She works off the concept art that I produce, but what she does is she adds so much more to the character of the set. She doesn’t buy anything she doesn’t love, or doesn’t fit the character.

“But the things she put a lot of work into finding for season one, they were pretty much one-offs. When we burnt the set down in the sixth episode, we lost a lot of props, many of which had been spotted and appreciated by the fans. So Bronwyn had to discover a new set decorating technique: forensic buying.

“She found it all – duplicates and replicas. It took ages. In that respect, the Covid delay was very helpful for Bron. There’s 7,000 books in there and there’s not one fake book. That’s mainly because… it’s a weird thing to say, but we wanted it to smell and feel like a bookshop to everybody that was in it, all the time.

“It affects everybody subliminally; it affects everybody’s performance – actors and crew – it raises the bar 15 to 20%. And the detail, you know… We love a lot of detail.”

(look at the description under this, they called him 'Azi' hehehehe :D <3)

Aziraphale’s Inspirational Correspondence “There’s not one single scrap of paper on Aziraphale’s desk that isn’t written specifically for Aziraphale. Every single piece is not just fodder that’s been shoved there, it has a purpose; it’s a letter of thanks, or an enquiry about a book or something.

“Michael Sheen is so submerged in his character he would get lost sitting at his own desk, reading his own correspondence between takes. I believe wholeheartedly that if you put that much care into every single piece of detail, on that desk and in that room, that everybody feels it, including the crew, and then they give that set the same respect it deserves.

“They also lift their game because they believe that they’re doing something of so much care and value. Really, it’s a domino effect of passion and care for what you’re producing.”

Alternative Music “My daughter Mickey is lead graphic designer [two of Ralph’s sons worked on the series too, one as a concept artist, the other in props]. They’re the ones that produced all of that handwritten work on the desk. She’s the one that took on the record shop and made up 80 band names so that we didn’t have to get copyright clearance from real bands. Then she produced records and sleeves that spanned 50, 60 years of their recordings, and all of the graphics on the walls.

“I remember Michael and Neil [Gaiman] getting lost following one band’s history on the wall, looking at their posters and albums desperately trying to find out whether they survived that emo period.”

It’s A Kind Of Magic One of the new shops in Whickber Street for season two was Will Goldstone’s Magic Shop, which is full of as many Easter eggs as off-the-shelf conjuring tricks, including a Matt Smith Doctor Who-style fez and a toy orang-utan that’s a nod to Discworld’s The Librarian. Ralph says that while the series is full of references to Gaiman, Pratchett and Doctor Who, Michael Sheen never complained about a lack of Masters Of Sex in-jokes. “He’d be the last person to make that sort of comment!”

Ralph also reveals that the magic shop counter was another one of his wife’s purchases, bought at a Glasgow reclamation yard.

The Anansi Boys Connection Ralph reveals that Good Omens season two used the state-of-the-art special effects tech Volume (famous for its use in The Mandalorian to create virtual backdrops) for just one sequence, but he will be using it extensively elsewhere on another Gaiman TV series being made for Prime Video.

“We used Volume on the opening sequence to create the creation of the universe. I was designing Anansi Boys in duality with this project, which seems an outrageously suicidal thing to do. But it was fantastic and Anansi Boys was all on Volume. So I designed for Volume on one show and not Volume on the other. The complexities and the psychology of both is different.”

#good omens #gos2 #season 2 #photos #bts #bts photos #interview #sfx magazine #magazines #hq photos #neil gaiman #terry pratchett #michael sheen #david tennant #michael ralph #mickey ralph #bronwyn franklin #anansi boys #the small back room #maggie's record shop #soho #aziraphale's bookshop #dirty donkey #magic shop #aziraphale's correspondence #give me coffee or give me death #fun fact #michael ralph interview #sfx 372 magazine #s2 interview

[cypherscript]

Justice League Audit

The Flash honestly didn't know what to think about their current situation as the prime members of the Justice League, their biggest hitters, were just yanked from their homes and put into costume in a courtroom. A young man with white hair was halfway into a briefcase, legitimately halfway up to his waist in the briefcase, who pulls himself from it with multiple stacks of papers. "Good Evening, Justice League, or morning depending on when you came from. My name is Daniel but please call me Danny and I have been appointed to your case for simply the severity of the case."

"Severity? What are we being charged with," Batman grunts as he studies the room and the man.

"Charged? No no, you're not being charged with anything just yet if at all. I should specify why I'm here. My name is Danny and I head a recent addition of the Multiverse Auditing of Space and Time."

"MAST," Flash says in deadpan.

"An Audit," Batman's voice drops in tone, "Auditing us for what?"

"Excellent question, Mister... Batman," Danny says has he looks over his papers. "At MAST we monitor and maintain the spatial and temporal curve which is affected by choices made by the inhabitants of this dimension. This including but not limited to unsanctioned time travel, planetary destruction on a massive scale, large scale mental manipulation, cosmic entity manipulation, cosmic entity death, manipulation of the balance of life and death, supernatural tax evasion, unpaid child support and abandonment of duties in all forms."

Flash pulls on his collar uncomfortably as Danny mentions time travel, Batman ignores him as he continues, "And if this audit shows that we are in need of charging? What then?"

"It all depends on what is being charged but majority of them can simply be nullified by undoing what was done; paying your child support, making good on your deals and agreeing to exchange a number of your years as compensation for the death of the entity in question. In the event these terms cannot or will not be agreed to then the being in question will be black-marked as persona non grata and will be garnished for the rest of their natural life."

"That... seems rather lenient," Superman states as he's thinking over what was said.

"What is being garnished and what is persona non grata mean on a multiverse standpoint?"

"Until the black-marked individual reconciles their debt with MAST, no afterlife will accept them, no supernatural entity will make a deal with them, loss of any power used in the charge that gained them the black-mark."

He picks up a red folder and takes a seat on one side of the desk, "Now, Mister Flash, while you're not the most heavily audited on todays list you had unfortunately put more stress on one of our employees at MAST. I have here that you're being accused of 186 counts of unsanctioned time travel."

"186?!"

"BARRY!"

"What the crap?!"

#dc x dp #auditor AU #dp x dc

[fandonnavyce]

Jason in Wonderland

Crossover Danuary Day 4

Day 1 - Ben 10 Xover Tucker escapes Space Prison with the help of his two best friends

Day 2 - Atla Xover Hey, remember when Sokka got kidnapped into the Spirit World?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Slush kicks up in Jason’s wake as he stomps down Gotham’s street on Christmas Day.  Icy hands are bunched up in their sleeves, his curled fists jammed into his jacket’s pockets. The freezing wind slaps his face and Jason’s pissed he can’t slap it back.

“I’M LATE, I’M LATE! FOR A VERY IMPORTANT DATE! NO TIME TO SAY HELLO, GOODBYE, I’M LATE, I’M LATE, I’M LATE!” 

Speeding right past, and nearly bowling Jason over like a wrecking ball, a giant fucking rabbit thunders past. Jason stares in sheer astonishment as it hippity-hops and leaps into a massive green portal that Jason had apparently been too blind to notice until now.

Jason whips his head round to see if any other Gothamite is seeing this.

No one is seeing this.

And not in that ‘I see nothing cause that ain’t my business’ kind of way. His fellow Gothamite pedestrians are genuinely fully oblivious to the glowing hole in the fabric of reality and the giant anthropomorphic unseasonal Easter Bunny in their midst that had just bounced right into it.  

(Warning Long Post)

Coming out from the green glowing portal was the head of a werewolf peeking out, then the rest of its bestial body (clothed in a ragged green tracksuit) follows.

"That's probably everyone," says the werewolf as it lingers in front of the portal. It turns to head back into the portal.

On sheer impulse, Jason sprints down the street. Jason can feel the attention he’s drawing. He's 6 foot tall, has the shoulders of a linebacker, and is pounding the pavement like there are lives on the line. His fellow Gothamites calmly adjust out of his way.

The werewolf disappears through the green portal. With a desperate leap, Jason charges in right after.

Jason feels the portal close behind him.

Line break  

Then Jason is violently, painfully ill.

A burning sensation quickly builds inside his chest. A blistering heat is searing his heart. His heart thrashes in agony. Jason doubles over. His skin starts itching. Starts crawling. Jason’s fingers want to peel and pry the skin off his flesh for relief. Have slick wet blood gush and soothe his skin. Have the bleeding tears let his skin breathe in relief.  His hands are busy gagging his threatening vomit at the outbreak of his sudden vicious nausea. 

Then gravity decides to fuck around.

Jason is now plummeting, spiralling downwards into an unknowing, endless fall. 

There’s nothing more rage-inducing than being suddenly violently and incomprehensibly ill whilst in the midsts of fucking freefall. 

Jason’s screams shatter the air.

The werewolf whirls around. He sees the displaced, living human uncontrollably falling in a panicked frenzy behind him.

"Nu, tio ne estas bona". (Well that's not good).

With a single bound, Wulf approaches the human, then he smartly opens up another portal beneath the falling mortal, in order to send the human back to the physical realm, Gotham. 

But just as the human dipped into the portal, Wulf looks on in horror. He realises that the human was having a violent seizure whilst free falling. In the split second of that realisation, the human’s violent reaction interferes with his portal’s spatial displacement.

A clash of green, bursting light and hissing red blinds him. 

Once he can see again, the portal and the human are both gone.  Wulf doesn’t know where that young man has gone but he doubts it was Gotham, Earth.

Wulf sends thoughts and prayers for the young man.

Line break

“Fuuuuuuuuck!!!” 

Jason yells out into the uncaring green void when it finally stopped spinning. 

The fire in his chest died down to a thrumming burn; painful but tolerable. The skin crawling had lessened to a frustrating itch, the horrendous nausea was now motion sickness.   

"Hey Leather Jacket, you good?”

Coming to a slow stop next to him was a couple riding a motorcycle. Their skin colour was ash grey and the lady had unnatural green hair. 

“That’s fine”, thought Jason. “Everything’s unnatural here anyway.”

“You lost or something?" The man asks. Jason looks around at the swirling green void of a sky and floating broken islands he was drifting between.

"Yeah, you could say that. You wouldn't happen to know where Gotham is?" Jason asked without much hope.

"Oh yeah we know Gotham," the lady answered helpfully. Jason felt hope surge within. Maybe, he wasn’t completely fucked. "You’ll find it thataway. The Revolving River of Doors has recently migrated back so if you head over Skulker’s Island - “

“Do you know where Skulker’s Island is?” the dude interrupted. 

“Of course he knows where it is. Everyone knows where it is, amirite.” The girl smiles leadingly at Jason. Jason stares blankly back. The girl's eyebrows fly off her head in surprise. Just like a cartoon character. Silently, Jason watches the eyebrows float back into place. 

“Oh so you don’t know. How about that Johnny?”

“Yeah, how about that. You a hermit or something?”

“Or something” Jason bites back.

“Well anyway,” the girl continues, “from where we’re standing, Skulker’s Island is just a short Hunt away. The island has a gigantic skull stuck on it, so you can’t miss it.”

“You really can’t. A blind man can see that damn thing for miles.”

“You really can. Right so, once you’ve reached Skulker’s Island,”

“No wait, how do I get to Skulker’s Island?”

“Like I just said,” the lady repeats impatiently, “it’s only a short Hunt away.”

“... right, but to get there, which direction should I take?”

“Whichever one you please,” the girl answers airily, “it’s a short Hunt away.”

“Right, right. It’s a short hunt away. OK. But in which direction should I go from here?”

“Well that depends a good deal on how you want to get there?”

“I don’t much care how—” said Jason.

“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the lady.

“—so long as I actually get there,” Jason added, exasperated.

“Oh, you’re sure to do that,” she said, “it’s just a short Hunt away.”

“So what you’re trying to tell me is that I can pick any direction?”

“Any direction”

“Any direction at all,” the guy chimes in.

“And I’ll find Skulker’s Island,” Jason continues.

“Only a short Hunt away, exactly” the lady finishes. “So once there, you’ll want to head on over it. Not under it or around it but over it. If you try to go under or around it, you’ll likely end up in Alaska.”

The biker dude frowns at his girl, “Not Ember’s Lair?”

“Nah they’ve broken up.”

“Oh like for real?”

“This time maybe, yeah.”

“Ooof. What did Skulker do?”

“Get this. He forgot her Death Day.”

The dude gasped, “He forgot! But she has a wholeass song!”

“Fucking exactly! That’s what I said when Jazz told me.”

“RIP Skulker.”

“RIP Skulker.”

“A babe like that was out of his league anyway,” the dude leers. His girlfriend smacks him unimpressed.

“Why’d you smack me? I’m right!”

“I didn’t like the way you said it.” The girlfriend retorts, her hand on her hips.

“You didn’t like-” the dude acts flabbergasted, “oh c’mon Kitty, I didn’t mean nothing by it, so why are you”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Jason interrupts unsorry, “but as the lady was saying?”

“Oooh lady,” she smiles, “I like the sound of that.”

The greasy haired ginger turns and death glares at Jason, which Jason ignores.

“So where was I?”

“That I should head over, not around or under, but over the island with the giant skull on it...”

“Right, so above Skulker’s Island you’ll see the Revolving River of Doors. And one of those doors will be a Purple Travesty to Gothic Art Deco. That's the door to Gotham.”

"But why are you heading on over to Gotham anyway?” the ginger-haired biker asks, now slouching grumpily over his handlebars. “You ain't attending the King's Not Christmas Shindig?"

The green-haired lady perks up, "Speaking of the King, bet he'd luuurve to see you."

Jason was sceptical, “Why would your King want to see me?”

“More like why wouldn’t he want to see you?” the biker dude drawled, “Like who even are you?”

“Someone who's way more confused than they were when they woke up this morning.”

“Oh!” the girl snapped her fingers, “You wouldn’t happen to want to adopt the King?”

“Or End the King”

“Or kill his Pops?”

“Or fuck his Mama?”

“Make his clones?”

“Mess with things beyond your power?”  

“And then dump the responsibility onto his lap?”

“Before ditching him to save your own skin?”

“...” Jason defensively crossed his arms. 

The couple were now leaning into his space, waiting attentively for his answer with creepy smiles on their faces.

“... No, I don’t want to do any of that.” 

“Awesome, then you’re perfect!” the girl cheered.

“Perfect, how? For not being a madman?!”

“Well c’mon now” the guy drawled, “we’re all mad here.” 

The couple’s grins grew wider.

Ooof if you managed to get all the way down here then don't forget to reblog to spread the post!😊

@crossoverdanuary

#crossover danuary 2024 #danny phantom #dpxdc #alice in wonderland #jason todd #johnny 13 #kitty #dead on main #general fandom #free day

[mishy-mashy]

Look at how Kudo fell once Yoichi died

Since he fell once Yoichi was shredded by the spatial Ability, it implies he was pulling him along really hard to get away. Once the object you're pulling breaks momentum, you usually fall over because of the displaced force, right?

Like when you pull on a rope and it snaps, so you fall over. Add in the sewer water they're wading through, with all the different motions from multiple people passing through and running, Kudo tripped up on both Yoichi's disappearance and on the heavy water

Well, the water is something I want to consider, but most of it goes toward Kudo pulling Yoichi who is. Suddenly Not There. And this makes him fall over from displaced force.

Bruce is tall, and we can see the water is almost as high as his knees. This is tall water, man. The water could've even stabilized Kudo's feet enough he could catch himself, but he still fell; man knew AFO was dangerous, what he did to Yoichi before, and Kudo wanted Yoichi to RUN

When Kudo fell, the only reason he didn't fall over onto his side was because Bruce happened to be there.

Bruce only noticed and turned around because Kudo happened to fall into his leg. That let Kudo at least sit up, and it's hidden by Kudo's body, but Bruce probably grabbed onto Kudo so he could get up

Look at how Bruce charged up Fa Jin immediately. While Kudo is in shock, Bruce is glaring. The way Bruce stands is different from when he was running earlier

Bruce was absolutely willing to fight AFO here. He realized Kudo fell, and put his foot forward with a charged Fa Jin, literally ready to protect Kudo and fight AFO if needed

(It's in his hand, so I assume that's his main way of using it, because the energy had to have charged beforehand; he had it ready to go. But the fact he charged it at all is what I'm focusing on here)

His foot is ahead of Kudo, he's looming over him to protect him, and his knees are bent to fight and grab onto Kudo; Bruce would've fought AFO for Kudo, even knowing he'd die.

Their first reactions to realizing the situation?

Kudo tears up. Bruce has a glare and is ready to fight.

They both registered the event differently. Kudo is first in shock, and immediately moved to tears, because the first thing he realizes is [Yoichi just died].

As for Bruce, the first thing he registers isn't that Yoichi is missing (he didn't see what Kudo saw; Kudo literally had Yoichi's blood splatter across his face, and Bruce just turns around after the fact), but [AFO is too close to us. This is dangerous.] and prepares to protect Kudo.

They both reacted accordingly to what they saw first. Kudo in shock, and Bruce ready to fight.

Bruce wasn't going to fight AFO until he realized Kudo was in danger when he fell over. He probably noticed Yoichi was missing and likely dead from all the flying blood, but he focused first on dealing with the situation.

Bruce knew Yoichi just died. But if they weren't careful, they'd be next. Kudo was almost next. Bruce didn't see the moment of Yoichi's death, but Kudo did; and Leader got stuck on that first.

***

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(Also, cutting this out because it's not good enough to make heads or tails of, but

I think Bruce's glare in the sewers is different from the glare he has later fighting AFO one-on-one and dying. My first assumption was it's because he knows Yoichi just died, and that's like enraging to him in the sewers

Although now I'm noticing Bruce is smiling in the second panel below and am now very curious about that. His eyes are just naturally sharp.

#i had this in tags of a reblog but #i think itd make a decent analysis post #bruce is really loyal #he was willing to fight AFO knowing he stood no chance #and when he came back later after passing on OFA to shinomori #he fought AFO alone in the same place his fellow Resistance members died #bruce only had OFA for a day or two is my guess #im not saying bruce is heartless for getting ready to fight rather than grieve immediately #he definitely cares #was definitely impacted #bnha 408 #spoilers #manga #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bruce #kudo #yoichi shigaraki #afo #ofa #analysis #one for all users #one for all #all for one #mainly this was supposed to just look at how and why kudo fell and their first reactions to Yoichis death #they saw yoichis death at different times so their reactions are very different #but also their personalities and relationship with yoichi would be a bit different than the other #BUT ALSO IS BRUCE SMILING WHEN HE FIGHTS AFO IN THE VERY LAST PANEL? #got confused with his hand saw it was his nose noticed hes. smiling. why? tricked him over OFA? enjoyin the fight? whats behind your smile?

[stagkingswife]

Energy Batteries

or

A Lazy Deer’s Guide to Ignoring Space and Time in Spell Work

I’ve been pretty frank about how I don’t really incorporate timing into my magical paradigm, that’s because this “battery” trick was one of the first methods that I figured out for myself after the death of my childhood teacher.  Because I’ve been doing it for so long I admit that I find it hard to detail the process in words, it’s like explaining in words how to walk or ride a bike, so I’m going to just explain my basic theory and leave it up to you guys to work out how the details work on an individual level.  I use this basic method for storing my own energies when I have excess (rare) for use when I feel depleted (more common, thanks to chronic illnesses and pain), storing important/interesting energies for later use, even for short term housing of spirits as part of the “catch and release” relocation aspect of the house “cleansings” I do.  We’re going to focus mostly on the first two for the purposes of this post.

Storing Your Own Energy:

This is the logical place to start if you ask me, it’s basically just an energy work exercise.  Before you start get an object that you want to be your battery, I have tried all sorts of objects and haven’t found much variation in quality or ease of operation based on what object I chose, so I recommend just picking something obvious, something that you won’t forget that you charged up with a bunch of energy, or better yet, something that you can label - or put in a container with a label.  

Making the battery itself is rather simple, building off of my other energy exercises:

Get comfortable holding the object that will serve as your battery.  Some people believe that their energies flow better through one hand than the other, if this is your paradigm, hold the object in that hand, if not I find both hands work well.  

Collect your personal energy into a tightly condensed core, and pull just a little bit away from the rest and send it down one arm or the other and into the object.  

Once the connection is established you can feed a little bit more at a time, though be careful not to feed too much at a time or you may find yourself feeling drained. 

Once the object is “full”, disconnect your thread of energy from it and tuck it back into your core.  You can now store your full energy battery away until you need it. 

*I don’t really have a good way to describe how to know when a battery is getting “full,” it’s just a sort of intuitive/instinctive feeling that I get.  Usually 15-20 minutes of unbroken concentration on charging is enough to fill a battery enough to power a standard spell for me.  This is something that everyone trying this is going to need to experiment with to get a feel for.

Storing Foreign Energies:

This is how I ignore timing and spatial limitations in my spell work.  Let’s say I want to use the energy of a certain natural occurrence, like a thunderstorm, or of a certain place like the Mississippi River, or my college campus, but I don’t want to wait for a storm or until I can physically get to such a place.  Instead I collect batteries of such energies whenever the opportunity presents itself.  Then whenever I want to work some storm energies, or Mississippi energies, or college energies, into a spell I can draw on that battery regardless of where I am or what the weather is.

The bulk of the process is the same, but first I draw the energy through myself, the same way I do when channeling an entity. 

Open your mind/awareness to the energies you want to put in a battery.

Pull the energy into yourself and through yourself and just like above into the object that is going to serve as the battery using the method above. 

*For this I like to use objects somehow tied to the energy I’m storing as the physical component of the battery - vials of rainwater for the thunderstorm, rocks found in the location that I want to store the energy of.  I find the sympathetic link keeps the energy fresher and more vibrant for longer. Using a battery in spell work for me is just like using my own personal energy, or any other energy source for that matter. It's just that when using a battery I happen to know in advance exactly what energy and how much of it is available to me. I will say that I don' like to use batteries for spells that I expect to need long term or in perpetuity, unless I have enough batteries of the same kind that I can cycle them through the spell to keep the energy level consistent. Instead I like them for quick burst spells or spells with a medium duration at best.

#witchcraft #energy work #energy batteries #spoonie witch

[dailyfalsesymmetry]

Not really a request or anything but I just wanna ask how would you describe False to someone who is unfamiliar with her

oh boy the pressure... ok... well um

first of all, we must separate false into the hermitcraft false who is inextricably linked to cc!false in terms of personality, and empires false, who shares many qualities but is ultimately a separate character (pretty sure irl false does not get uncontrollable murderous urges) so for this question, i'm going to be focusing on hermitcraft false as she appears in videos and streams

she is first and most noticeably not the most outspoken, chatterboxy person. she is quieter in group settings, often straight up muted in game when streaming to talk to chat instead (when viewed from others' povs, this often gives a "silent and deadly" effect, but no she's just voicing her concerns to viewers) she is perpetually confused about the current situation of others (this is a running joke on streams) and is pretty lowkey with all of her plans and intentions

this does not mean, however, that she is not capable of being, ah, silly. she has a very dry tone of voice that extends to her sense of humour, which consists of a lot of saying strong/silly words in a flat tone and yelling in lowercase. she loves a good prank as much as any other hermit, and will actively engage in banter. she's a participating member of The Bit, whether that be a bribed Logfellas trial or a banana suit and skin for charity (she'll bring out the goggles for good measure

her strengths are notably building and pvp (bowmanship especially), to most hermitcraft fans' knowledge (more recently she's been lending out her building skills to tango, cleo and ren for their respective, ahem, "mini"-games) but other, less noted strengths are specifically her caution and her sense of spatial awareness. these are showcased a lot in her main skills and are part of why she's so good at them (the second one specifically is very apparent in s8 ep14, where she is given the joking title "mole symmetry" (yes that is on my list of things to draw on this blog

she does often undermine her abilities, but her in the lead of something she's good at is always a treat to watch (occasionally in mcc she'll take charge of comms for the team and i smile so big) she's a good ally for marginalized communities (couple of my favorite moments include her complaining about needing to pause her cheese-eating to ban a homophobe in chat, and actively listening to a chatter who was uncomfortable with the use of a word with a possibly ableist origin) she's vocal about the misogyny she faces as a woman in the community, and will not hesitate to call out creeps in as point-blank of a way as possible

tl;dr: uh she's cool

#can you tell i'm normal about her #you opened the flood gates anon i hope you got what you wanted #other false fans feel free to contribute in notes #asks #not a daily

[reds-skull]

Not Alive, Nor Dead

[PREV PART] [AO3]

This chapter was very fun to write. I listened to SUPERBLOOM by Silent Planet on loop (it's really good and underrated), if you want to get into the mood you can go listen to it too ig

The plan is practically complete now, the fact doing nothing to calm either Ghost or Soap. The Vaqueros who have been monitoring the bar have informed them they found the PMC’s base of operation - a compound deep in the desert surrounding Las Almas.

They will start by spreading around the compound suspected to house the soldiers of the PMC revenant. 4 teams will form a half-circle, the fifth, composed of himself and Soap, opposite to them. Soap will infiltrate to commence the distraction, Ghost acting as a barrier for any stray soldiers trying to escape, pushing everyone towards the other teams.

Keller and Commander Karim will be the closest team, Farah protecting Alex while he surprises the soldiers, funneling them further towards the Vaqueros and Shadows, Price and Gaz lifting in the air to snipe and allow the Captain to attempt to connect to the revenant’s mind through their servants.

If that fails, their orders are to exterminate all hostiles. Soap was initially charged with that, but the Sergeant vehemently refused, stating his powers are too unpredictable for that.

What interested Ghost is that Johnny didn’t say he couldn’t do it. He just doesn’t want to.

They’re to be deployed tomorrow, using the cover of night to get to their positions covertly. 

Ghost rummages around the small kitchen in one of the common rooms, sighing frustratingly when he goes through the same drawer for the fourth time. Where the fuck does Rudy keep all the bloody teabags?!

Gentle footsteps catch his attention, and he instantly turns to watch the door open. Soap stumbles inside, rubbing tiredly at his eyes, clearly not clocking in the other person in the room.

Johnny crashes into a couch, exhaling loudly and leaning his head back on the headrest. Ghost watches him for a moment, examining the exhausted scrunch to his shut eyes. He steps silently closer, leaning forward to stare directly down at his Sergeant.

“Bed too comfortable, Johnny?”

Ghost smirks at the Scot startling, eyes now wide open glaring at him, “yer a right menace, ye know that?”

His smile widens, “not my fault you all have zero spatial awareness.”

Soap grumbles something under his breath, and shoots an arm up towards his mask. Ghost barely has time to react before Johnny shifts the mask to cover his eyes, “the fuck are you-”

He hears Soap get up, the old couch screeching in protest, and the Sergeant pounces on him, starting to attempt to tackle him down.

Ghost almost laughs when he actually pins him to the back of the couch, his petty technique shifting the fight to his favor.

“What’s that about ‘spatial awareness’, LT?” Johnny breathes in his ear.

He moves slightly in Soap’s hold, “ah, I’m at a disadvantage here, Sergeant. It’s barely fair.”

The arms around him tighten as Soap leans in to whisper, “thought yer good enough to win without sight.”

Ghost turns his head to where he assumes Johnny’s is, “it’s not the blindness that got me. Didn’t have my nightly tea.” he states innocently.

Soap pushes off him with a groan, “awa an’ bile yer heid, fuckin’ Brits…”

Ghost chuckles as he rights the mask, finally seeing Johnny frown at him with (mock) disgust. He can’t help provoke him further, “any chance you know where Rudy hides his stash?”

Soap smiles sarcastically, “aye, I blew it all teh high hell, LT”

Ghost gasps, growling, “you didn’t” 

“Aye, smelled quite nice, burnt to a crisp.”

“I’ll give you ten seconds to run, Sergeant.” Ghost starts stalking closer to Johnny, who continues to smirk confidently at him.

“How generous of ye.” Ghost’s face hurts from smiling.

He stops in front of Johnny, reaching zero in his head, and swiftly crouching to grab Soap by the torso, slinging him over the shoulder while the man thumps at his back, “Oi! Put me down, ye feckin’ brute!”

Ghost hums, “I warned you, Johnny. It’s only fair, no?”

He drops Johnny on the couch, quickly wrapping his limbs around him to cage the Scot.

Johnny wiggles for a few seconds, until the fight in him runs out, and he settles against Ghost’s chest with a small sigh. Ghost tilts his head to look at Soap’s face, the smile slowly melting off his lips.

Johnny lifts a hand to caress the forearm pinning his chest, a mellow and quiet air hanging around him. “I can’t stop having… nightmares.” he starts unprompted, his voice weaker than usual. “Every night, I kill someone. I wake up and remember I didn’t, but it doesn’t change the fact I could.” his eyes look up at his, “I could kill you tomorrow, Simon.”

Simon relaxes his hold on Johnny into something more comfortable, pressing him closer to his heart, “I told you, Johnny. I’m strong. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Johnny twists to face him more properly, “promise me if yer in danger, don’t hesitate to use Limbo. Even if I’ll be in range, even if it kills me.”

His arms flex involuntarily, as if Johnny will fall apart otherwise, perish under his fingertips. He watches fire reflect in blue eyes, sun in grey skies. He wants to be angry at him, for asking something so selfish.

Johnny may follow him anywhere, but Simon will do anything Johnny asks of him. In that way, perhaps they’re both doomed.

Simon sighs, lowering his head to rest on Johnny’s shoulder, murmuring in defeat, “...I promise.”

Johnny pushes further into him, a gentle fire stroking his cheek in gratitude. Something breaks deep inside him, and Simon lays them down on the small couch, hugging Johnny tightly, letting warmth cradle him.

He didn’t mean to fall asleep, but the crackling flames and soft snores became a lullaby for his aching heart, and he drifts off to eternal darkness.

Ghost watches the last team drop off, their Humvee now driving towards the fifth team’s position. Soap has a serious expression, hands grasping tightly at his own tac vest with a white-knuckled grip.

They jump off, the driver shifting gear immediately to return to Los Vaqueros base. Soap comes closer to fist bump Ghost’s shoulder, “I’ll see you on the other side, LT. Don’t miss me too much.” Johnny turns away with a forced smile, Ghost forlornly gazing at his descending figure.

“First team in position.” Commander Karim radios in. The rest of the teams give their own affirmative, and Johnny finishes with, “fifth team in position, awaiting green-light.”

“Good copy, Soap.” Price responds, “you’re authorized for explosion creation.”

Ghost observes the foreboding walls of the compound stand silent for a minute, before brilliant fire erupts and takes them down. The explosions ramp up, the blaze so hot, he feels it several hundred feet away.

He scans the horizon for soldiers, finding none attempting to save themselves from the blasts. 

Did they assume wrong, that the revenant PMC would try to fight back? Ghost grabs his comms, “Sergeant, have you seen any hostiles on your end?”

Soap replies a few seconds later, a little out of breath, “negative. Did you?”

“No, keep burning it down-”

Someone, several hands, tackle Ghost from behind. He growls in surprise, twisting his body to shoot behind him blindly. A body falls to the ground. Three others take its place, grasping at his arms, cold limbs pushing his face to the sand.

Soap shouts in his comms, “Ghost?! Ghost, what the fuck is going on?!”

His comms are still on, he realizes with a flash, “Johnny, get out of there! We’ve been compromised!” he snarls desperately.

“Where are you, I’ll- oh fuck.” Ghost’s rib cage is aching, pressure building inside and out.

“Ghost, there are ballistic missiles here. They’re locking onto something.” 

Fuck, FUCK! Ghost fruitlessly tries to shake off his attackers.

Price’s voice rumbles through the radio, “Soap, Ghost! Get yourself out of there, NOW! The revenant, he’s-!”

One of the soldiers crushes the radio, Ghost gasping at the pain shooting down his left shoulder.

“Ah, Captain Price… figures he’ll be the first to find out. Always was such a pain in the ass.”

Ghost stills, craning his neck to lock eyes with the blank faces of the soldiers. The voice echoes from all of them, surrounding him.

The PMC revenant… he clenches his teeth.

One of the soldiers crouches down, taking hold of his jaw, Ghost unsuccessfully trying to shake him off.

“I told you, you will regret not giving the Sergeant to me.”

Cold ice pours down his veins, and he stills.

It can’t be…

“Graves…” Ghost gasps.

Laughter erupts around him, voices overlapping and distorting, “you really thought I’m a fuckin’ non-rev, Simon?” Graves spits his name like a snake’s venom, “I tried to play nice, I really did. But you…”

The faceless soldier tightens his grip on Ghost, “you decided to fuck it all up. I hope you were happy with your ‘Johnny’, because it’s time we have a little fun.” 

Graves hums, “I’ve always wondered just how strong Soap is… after the carnage he left in Verdansk” the American whistles in reverence, “only you would be able to match something like that, wiping a quarter city in a flash.”

“Ghost! The soldiers activated the missiles, I have to detonate them before the launch, please just fuckin’ answer me!” a desperate voice calls behind him through comms.

Graves clicks his tongue, “well, Ghost? Wouldn’t wanna leave your boyfriend hanging, do we?” he holds a radio in front of Ghost’s face, “you can either let the missiles launch and erase Las Almas off the map, or you can die. Your choice, really.”

Arctic ice numbs his insides. The missiles hit Las Almas, they kill everyone… including their entire team. 

The choice is obvious. And those are the hardest ones to make.

“Johnny…” Ghost rasps at the radio.

“Simon, thank the fuckin’ Reapers-!”

Ghost closes his eyes, indulging in Johnny’s voice for just a little longer, “detonate them.”

A shaky inhale passes through the comms, “are ye far enough?”

Ghost’s neck bows, “I remember the promise.”

Static fills the air for a moment, his breaths loud in his ears. Ghost bites on his tongue just to feel something other than freezing pain.

“It was my choice, Simon. Don’t feel bad about it later, alright?”

Ghost’s voice trembles when he whispers, “I hate you...” 

Johnny laughs for him one last time, the sound bringing tears to his eyes, “I knew you’ve taken a shine to me, LT. I’ll see you on the other side.”

He doesn’t want it to end, not yet, not when he just started to feel like he could have this, not like this, not with those words as the last he ever hears “Johnny, I-”

Graves takes away the radio, “now isn’t that heart-warming? You even got your goodbyes in.” Graves sighs, “it’s an honor to see the Ghost die a second and final time. I’ll make sure they’ll know just how you died, Simon Riley. Alone.”

His voice fades away, only heartbeat and rushing blood passes through his ears.

A deafening sound crackles through the air, Ghost’s eyelids glow reds, oranges, yellow, as the wall of inferno comes closer and closer.

For a moment, he can’t feel the cold anymore. He considers letting go, leaving the world by Johnny’s hand, as he was destined.

For a moment, he considers breaking Johnny’s trust, sacrificing himself to let the other live. He imagines how he would react, how he would hate Simon for the rest of his life. He wants to smile. At least he would be alive to despise him.

He imagines, only for a moment.

Ghost opens his eyes.

Limbo envelopes the world, the dark, cold realm curling around him like death’s last hug. He screams, pushing the soldiers off, leaving them to be consumed by his victims.

Molten light leaks from Ghost’s eyes, pain like no other spreading through him. He doesn’t want to look ahead, to see where the residents run towards, to watch as Johnny is being ripped apart by his own murdered souls.

A strange creature moves in Ghost’s peripheral. He shakily lifts his gaze from the empty ground. A… moth?

A burning moth, wings fluttering and shedding embers of vibrant colors, circling his protective light.

Ghost tilts his head, the creature gentle and soft as it lands on his shoulder, warming him like a small ray of sunlight.

It reminds him of…

Someone screams. Not the gurgled wails of Limbo, a clear, anguished voice.

Ghost finally looks at Johnny.

He stands tall, fire covering his arms, trailing up his shoulders, lighting his back with white flames. Leaving a halo behind him. A single holy being in the void.

 Dark hands grasp at his fire, try to steal it for themselves.

Johnny takes a hand, shouting. 

He explodes the arm. Everything that touches his Sergeant, ignites in beautiful colors, lighting up Limbo in a way Ghost hadn't thought possible. Everywhere he steps, leaves marks of warm light. Everywhere he looks, moths flap softly and spread little sparks.

Johnny’s eyes are glowing, rapidly moving from shape to shape, decimating everything in his path.

Light traces its way down Ghost’s mask.

Johnny is breathtaking.

Their eyes meet, beyond the vast fields of the void.

“SIMON! I CAN’T HOLD ON MUCH LONGER-” One hand leaves a path of shadow on Johnny’s arm, “MAKE IT STOP! SIMON, MAKE IT STOP-!!!”

Simon’s breath restores, he inhales sharply and sends his arms forward, palms taking hold of the imaginary reins on Limbo.

One heartbeat passes.

“ARGHHH-!”

Simon pulls back his arms, yelling as he feels tendons snapping. Limbo swirls, fights back against him, tries to sink its claws back into Johnny.

He pulls harder.

Simon is flung back several feet as the void rushes back into him. His head hits the ground and then-

Darkness.

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #cod ghost #cod soap #phillip graves #revenant au #call of duty fic #call of duty fanfic #call of duty modern warfare #cod fic #cod fanfic #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #>:) #I was planning a much meaner cliffhanger but I was feeling nice #also the chapter would've been super short otherwise #so many questions answered in this one finally #hope It's as satisfying to you as it is to me

[melonsap]

Pokémon World History Notes

This is based upon a dream I had in which I made a theory post about Pokémon World humans being descended from refugees from Earth, as well as a bunch of assorted Pokémon worldbuilding thoughts I had a month ago that I've since polished. Meant more to be internally consistent for a specific interpretation, as opposed to a blanket statement to count as canon for the whole of Pokémon as it was intended; this is MY spin on Pokémon, my own AU built off of the pieces I was given:

Pre-History: Humans first came to Pokémon World from our world, as space refugees from the now defunct Earth. This was millennia ago, and spacefaring technology is long-lost to time. Current human civilization is built on the forgotten foundations of Earth culture.

Notes: I put the pre-history at 5.5k years ago, as Gogoat was domesticated by early humans 5k years ago, according to its 'dex entry. There ARE records of humans before this, such as a mural of Cyclizar being ridden 10k years ago and the first Claydol supposedly coming from a human doll 20k years ago; however, the Pokémon World is temporally and spatially unstable, so I've decided that those two instances were from temporal anomalies. Also worth noting, I do not think that Pre-History is common knowledge to Pokémon World humans. It might even be lost entirely.

Ancient History: Ages ago, before Pokéballs, the strong ruled the weak, and you proved you were the strongest by having the strongest monster under your command. This was hard to attain because, before Pokéballs, controlling a monster required constant training and attention for decades. Back then, people lived in genuine fear of Pokémon, which was exploited by people who knew how to tame them.

Pokéball Era: In Johto, people eventually figured out how to make Pokéballs from Apricorns, though they had a poor catch rate. This swayed the balance in favor of the weaker people and destabilized the might = right mentality. Fighting for leadership became more commonplace, pitting monster against monster as a challenge of strength. As this era progressed, rules were established for these fights to lead, leading to the hard limit of 6 Pokémon to a team and the rule that fighting concludes when the opposing Pokémon is unconscious.

Rise of Gyms: People in charge became known as Gym Leaders, as fights for rulership were held in gyms to avoid collateral damage. Gym Leaders wanted to keep their power as Pokémon training became more accessible. At the same time, the villages they ruled wanted someone in charge that wasn't just brute-force powerful with a dragon by their side. In order to keep your title as Gym Leader, you had to follow a set of rules of conduct, share power with the elders of the town, and show your appreciation and willingness to preserve the town's culture by participating in cultural events.

This is what led to monotype Gyms being the norm—you want your team to reflect the town you rule, to prove to the population that you put care and thought for the town into picking your monsters. Meanwhile, in order to take the title of Gym Leader FROM a reigning leader, you had to prove your mettle in battle against other trainers, beat them to get a token proving your merit, present that token to the elders, then be voted in.

Gym Leaders eventually began to go head to head with each other for control of a region, both as a grab for power before the elders came into play, and as a point of pride—"My town is clearly the better one, I beat you and I lead it." The champion of these tournaments got to rule the region, but the Elite Four was established to keep them in check as a council similar to the elders' rule.

Everyday people wanted to fight for the Champion seat too, leading to the formation of Leagues. In order to earn the right to fight the Champion, you had to beat every Gym Leader in the region that had fought for their ranking (or their champions), present the tokens as proof of your victory to the E4, then be evaluated by the E4 before you fought the Champ. As time went on, the evaluation became a battle unto itself, to see how the prospective trainer adapted to pressure.

As time went on and the Leagues got more repute, rules were finalized. You didn't need every town's token, just the highest ranking 8. You had to fight the E4 and the Champion in succession with a single team. The loser of any fight had to pay the winner a wager decided before the battle. Referees were established. Gym Leaders began making tests for their gyms pre-battle, to weed out those they personally didn't want ascending to a leadership position.

Congratulations. You now have a sport.

Era of Electricity: With the rise of electricity, the old system slowly fell out of favor. Elders and Gym Leaders no longer ruled, instead the governance coming from councils, law enforcement, and companies, all vying for power, tying everything up in bureaucratic tape, paying for their ideas to be implemented, controlling supply lines and vetoing decisions in interest of the whole, etc, all without Pokémon battles. However, people would riot if their favorite spectator sport was thrown away, so Gyms were relegated to sport only, and allowed to continue running so long as they stayed out of leadership's way.

Note: This isn't saying that the Gym system was better, just that the new systems were such a stark departure from tradition that it caused unrest. It was too much, too new, too fast, and was destined to fail.

Rise of Teams: The fall of Gyms made a power vacuum and left many people unsatisfied with how convoluted and non-traditional current leadership was. Teams rose up under their own "strongest one rules" mentality, claiming that part of their culture that the then-modern world was so ready to discard. Teams could be based on anything from a willingness to do good, to grievances, to charisma, to criminal activity, anything went. The biggest common thread among them was a promise of anonymity, as uniforms protected the identities of everyone but the admins.

Teams, as a whole, didn't view themselves as criminals, but as revolutionaries. They kept their own internal order under the 6-Pokémon rule, and respectfully bowed out to those that managed to beat them.

Note: This is my explanation for the general attitude towards Teams. Rocket, Aqua/Magma, Skull, and Yell are all very different beasts, but they all have uniforms that allow for anonymity and are all counter to established culture in their own way. Team doesn't mean criminal, but it CAN.

Silph Co.: The Silph Co. invented the fast, cheap, reliable, mass-produced Pokéball. Anyone could catch anything, no matter the age, no matter how strong the monster. Teams flocked to this, leading to a strong conflict as the leadership attempted to cut down on it. Instances of poaching, environmental imbalance, and invasive Pokémon skyrocketed, as Pokémon were removed from their native habitats in too many numbers to be sustainable. At the Sinjoh border, Sinnoh and Johto both tried to claim the territory with hopes of researching the legendaries it was tied to in order to control the world. This exploded into multi-regional war, riots, and civil strife.

Note: This is about the Pokémon War that Surge mentioned in R/B/G/Y, where the big theory for awhile was that that's where all the dads went. I like to think of it as a big, catastrophic, near-post-apocalyptic event that affected everyone.

Note: This isn't when the Pokéball itself was invented (that was based on Westwood's research in Celadon City, Kanto 70 years before R/B/G/Y). Rather, this is when it was both mass-produced and insanely popular. I like to think the prototype was invented 70 years pre-PKMN, then took 20 years to get proper manufacturing in line, then across another 20 got massively popular. It culminated in war towards the end of this boom in popularity.

The End of the War: Everyone's retreated to their home regions, with casualties too high to count. With the drastic dip in population, support, and power, most of the old leaderships dissolved, with only the strongest companies (primarily Silph Co.) surviving the crash. IDs were issued to anyone who had Pokémon in order to hold them accountable for damage their Pokémon did. You were only legally allowed to start catching Pokémon at 10 years old, and you went to school for Pokémon training until age 14. League Leadership was dusted off, polished, and revived. Badges were used to limit who could buy the more powerful Silph Co. Pokéballs, to prove those who had them had the knowledge to tame the Pokémon they caught. Pokémon Centers were erected in all major towns, and Pokémon Professors were hired to teach young people about Pokémon, research the monsters to better understand how they work, and study the magic that fuels them.

Note: The 10y/o & 14y/o rule is to account for the old rule of getting your license at 10 years old vs the newer games pegging it at 14, as well as the nebulous presence of Pokémon schools. You can own one at 10, but you've gotta go to school until 14. Additionally, though it doesn't really fit into the history lessons, I think pre-schoolers can get junior licenses which let them take care of a Pokémon with supervision, even though it's not officially registered to them.

The above rules remain in place. Gambling on Pokémon fights is still common, and it's the most reliable way to earn money outside of a location-based job. Young trainers who want to buy things patrol well-traveled routes, scouting for other trainers to make money off of and leading to a joke that making eye contact is enough to merit a challenge from one of the pesky little guys.

Bonus: Etymology In-World

Originally Monster: Creature that can use magic, usually terrifying Monster Ball: Capsule made from an apricorn to contain a monster Pocket Monster: Creature that's been captured in a Monster Ball

Monster Ball → Pocket Ball: Use the Pocket Ball to catch yourself a Pocket Monster. Makes sense. Pocket Monster → Pocket-mon → Pokémon: Simplification. A monster becomes a Pokémon on capture

Pocket Ball → Pokéball: Pokéball to catch Pokémon Pokémon: Creature that can use magic and can be caught in a Pokéball. Does not need to already have been captured

Pokémon and Monster got conflated as the word evolved, now "monster" is like calling a dog a "canine;" technically correct, but not used in common vernacular to refer to the thing.

#pokemon #long post #hey since i was playing around with it today why not #pkmn #worldbuilding #need a tag for this stuff... #pokebee hcs #<- there we go!

[carionto]

A Proper Welcoming Party - P3

Part 1 and 2

Two more discharges from the Main Defense Railgun to make a final point, then, once the Vice Admiral Krastina's ship, Darting Juniper, jumped in a couple of minutes after the last of the pirate ships had engaged their hyperdrives for an emergency jump, Bertha's Bosom docked back to the Heart of Liquid Stone to resume loading cargo. The Vice Admiral hailed the mining station:

"We heard your distress call and arrived as quickly as able. Seems like the show's over though?"

"Yeah, after the call we did a more thorough scan of their ships and realized they were no more than tin cans. The freight transport ship, Bertha over here, took a few shots, to a bit of a shock honest - completely atomized them, you can still see the trail even. Then they all fled in random directions."

"Understood. I'll sound a general alarm for the entire system. It'll at least be good to have everyone put what we drill all the time into action, even if the threat is less than the fake "Not-a-drill" drills us military crews go through."

"Still, Darting Juniper, we know there are some dumb enough out there to try. Next ones might be flying aluminium cans!"

Joked the station manager, Garrison Bronhjaven. The Vice Admiral, while chuckling internally, gave an expected serious military response, then after a few hours of no new reports, resumed her regular patrol and monitoring duties.

This incident will be recalled unflatteringly as "That time Bertha smacked a pirate fleet with her Bosom out of Sol."

...

Big Thrasher was alone.

He punched in the coordinates himself, but forgot his physique was above standard console size and fat-thumbed a really random patch of completely empty space.

Navigation computers get scrambled after an emergency jump as they require precise input and reference data for both the start and end locations to maintain knowledge of where in space a ship is. Doing so takes time as the computers need to access and cross-reference their current location with that in the database, and then calculate for time, distance, and spatial distortion to know where each of the relevant landmark objects will be upon arrival.

With an emergency jump, you just punch in a direction and go for however long the current energy reserves in the drive will last. There is a minor delay to let the computer adjust enough to not head straight for any known celestial object, but other than that, seconds compared to the minutes you don't have in an emergency.

Another double-edged sword to this - emergency mode raises the power use limits of a hyperdrive to be above energy generation, allowing you to travel much faster at the cost of not being able to stop until the drive is completely empty. Then to get the drive working again takes anywhere between a few hours and several days as you need to charge it to full before you can turn it back on. And then even more time to integrate all the navigational data back into the hyperdrive so that it can actually go anywhere.

In short, Big Thrasher will have quite a lot of time to think about the choices he made in his life to get to where he is right now.

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I'm kinda averse to killing off characters in my writings, so I think I've accidentally created a recurring comedy villain here. Also, technology details, was not what I intended to write about, it just sort of happened, the words come out and I just go with it and use them however seems fitting. Don't mistake all these details and additions and explanations for a plan - I don't know what is going to happen or what I'm building towards, if anything. But when/if I do figure it out, I will make all of this connect and make enough sense. Hopefully.

#humanity fuck yeah #humans are space orcs #humans are deathworlders #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #carionto

[quite-right-too]

How TenRose Basically Fucked Themselves Over

I’m going to introduce you guys to the rabbit hole that is the direct correlation between Tooth and Claw and Doomsday. It literally is Ten and Rose’s own faults that they got separated AND HERE IS HOW.

So, in Tooth and Claw, an alien intelligence is disguised as a werewolf with the intention of infecting Queen Victoria with its bite. Obviously, it doesn’t end well for the werewolf (as the Doctor demolished it) but unfortunately Sir Robert sacrificed himself to save the Queen.

They all had been staying at the Torchwood House during this period of chaos. Being the name of the initial attack, Queen Victoria decides to create the Torchwood Institute to protect Great Britain against “enemies beyond imagination”. She also concluded that the Doctor was ALSO a threat and that Torchwood would be waiting for him to come back, also officially declaring him an enemy of the crown in the Torchwood Foundation’s charter. Obviously, the Doctor and Rose flirting the ENTIRE TIME and being overall menaces directly led to the Queen BANNING THEM FROM GREAT BRITAIN. Their sluttiness was literally their downfall. It also probably didn’t help that Rose literally was harassing the Queen the entire time to win a bet.

Later in Torchwood history, it would be added that they would be in charge of any alien technology. This later becomes important as Harriet Jones Prime Minister orders them to use said alien technology to murder the Sycorax in front of the entirety of London (so much for a secret organization, huh?)

It wasn’t until Army of Ghosts that the Doctor FINDS OUT ABOUT TORCHWOOD’S EXISTENCE. Homeboy literally had NO IDEA that he was an official enemy of the crown or that this secret alien fighting militia was formed BECAUSE OF HIM.

Torchwood Tower is built up to reach a spatial breach, which is what caused the voice to open as a ship passed between the parallel worlds. Naturally, nobody seemed to figure this out so it gets WORSE. Instead, Torchwood keeps ducking with the breach and making it BIGGER because they want to use the energy and stop using oil from the Middle East (like the thieves they are).

Now that they’ve just ripped this open, the “ghosts” have come through and now there’s millions of Cybermen all over the planet because Torchwood couldn’t leave things alone for one minute. Then the Daleks get involved because THEIR VOID SHIP CAUSE THE BREACH, so now there’s also thousands of Daleks who are pissed at the Cybermen, causing the Battle of Canary Wharf.

To stop this, the Doctor and Rose now have to use the stolen equipment from Torchwood One to send all these Daleks and Cybermen into the void, which leads to Rose losing her grip, Pete catching her, and her being stuck in Pete’s world as the void closes behind them.

TLDR: The Doctor and Rose flirting and being slutty and annoying around Queen Victoria developed into the creation of Torchwood, who is responsible for ripping open the spatial breach and forcing the Doctor and Rose to close it, separating them forever.

#doctor who #tenth doctor #rose tyler #ten x rose #tenrose #Torchwood #david tennant #doomsday #Pete’s world #my post #enjoy my constant thoughts

[germanpostwarmodern]

When Lazar Khidekel (1904-86) first met his mentor Kazimir Malevich he was a 15 year old student at the Vitebsk art school where Malevich had recently taken a teaching position. Khidekel soon became something like the master’s right hand and in 1920 also became an important member of the Malevich’s UNOVIS group as well as the successor of El Lissitzky as person in charge of the school’s architecture department. In 1923 he followed Malevich to the GINKhUK in Leningrad and in parallel studied architecture at the local Civil Engineering Institute. Khidekel wholeheartedly embraced Suprematism and translated its principles to buildings that could really be built: in 1926 Khidekel designed a Workers’ Club and 1927, while still a student, realized a Sports Club that saw him fuse the spatial ideas of Suprematism with pragmatic concerns for materials and construction methods. Unfortunately his Suprematist experiments were cut short by the rise of Stalin and his strict doctrines which forced Khidekel to resort to Classicism.

The eventful story of the architect’s life is laid out in "Lazar Khidekel and Suprematism", edited by Regina Khidekel and published by Prestel in 2014, the first ever comprehensive publication on Khidekel. The book contains a wealth of drawings that illustrate Khidekel’s transition from early Cubo-Futurism to pure Suprematism and to his Suprematist architectural projects and later works. These are supplemented with a number of essays that e.g. explore Khidekel’s work within the UNOVIS group, the cosmic dimension of Suprematist architecture and his architectural works from the 1920s and 1930s. Through the juxtaposition of insightful texts and the larger number of illustrations one gains a deeper understanding of Suprematist architecture, the towering example of Kazimir Malevich and Russian Avant-garde in general. Highly recommended!

#lazar khidekel #suprematism #constructivism #modern art #art book #monograph #art history

[bettsfic]

hi betts!

do you have any advice/thoughts on writing about hoarding? especially, about being the child of hoarders?

with thanks,

from a writer researching the topic for their fic :))

as i am a child of hoarders, i feel uniquely qualified to answer this.

if you were to describe a minimalist's apartment, you would have no choice but to mention what items are in it. those are objects that define the character who lives in that apartment. what things do they choose to keep? a house plant, maybe. a zero gravity chair. a couple candles. a macbook charging on a desk. maybe in your mind's eye you see big windows and pale beiges and ikea furniture.

people in hoarder houses still live in those houses, which means there have to be spaces for that living to happen. one stove burner is cleared off. maybe one kitchen table chair and a small placemat. there's a clear line from a recliner to the television. a path from the recliner to the bedroom, and maybe it's a narrow, difficult path, but a body can fit through it. maybe the bathroom is totally clean but if you open the back door, the garage is completely full. you can't even reach your hand in to feel on the wall for a light switch. and if you could, you couldn't see the light.

so in a minimalist's living space, you describe what's there. in a hoarder's living space, you describe what's not.

a minimalist holds an object and thinks, "i don't need this. i can get rid of it." a hoarder holds an object and thinks, "i don't need this. but i might." hoarding often comes from deep set financial insecurity, the fear that if you get rid of something, you will never be able to obtain it again. those little plastic things that keep the pizza box from crushing the pizza? they make good doll chairs. maybe one day you'll know a little kid who will need a doll chair, and when that happens, you'll be ready.

the child of a hoarder may not grow up with the same financial insecurity, but they do grow up with spatial insecurity, which often lends itself later in life to control issues. it's not as simple as hoarder children growing up to be minimalists (although they might), but hoarder children growing up to be hypervigilant toward objects, their worth, and the space they take up. they may also be hypervigilant of themselves and other peoples' perception of them, and develop an unhealthily high self-monitor. they may become compulsive buyers. they may develop obsessions with a certain type of item of extremely high quality. for example, a child of a hoarder may have a collection of louboutins.

no matter what direction they've taken though, they will have an unhealthy relationship with the ownership and placement of things. at least, they will until they reckon with it.

what follows is a personal anecdote so i'm putting it under a cut.

here's an example from my life:

when i was born, my parents lived in a pretty big house in a terrible part of town. that house was full but not overwhelming. when my sister was about to start school, they decided that they wanted to move to a nicer neighborhood, but all they could afford was a small apartment. and so they brought a house worth of stuff and shoved it in an apartment. my father was a compulsive buyer; my mother is a hoarder. so my dad would buy stuff and my mom wouldn't be able to get rid of it, and neither of them knew how to organize an entire house of stuff in a small apartment.

ten years later, we rented a house out in the country that could fit all our stuff (and oh boy is that a story). but from ages 3 to 13, i lived in a cramped, uncomfortable space.

fast forward twenty years. my sister and i are in our 30s. my sister wears designer clothes, takes spin classes, has a huge apartment and a nice boyfriend and two cats. she works a very high paying job and is also a local celebrity. her apartment is clean. but once when i was catsitting for her, i was looking for something and opened a closet and its contents nearly toppled out onto me. i opened another closet and the same thing happened.

i am the opposite in nearly every way. to list it all out would be very depressing, but let's just say if you were to ask me what my greatest indulgence is, like the fanciest thing i let myself buy, i would tell you orange juice. not even fancy orange juice. just regular generic brand OJ.

my living space is a mess, but it's organized. people are used to organized meaning clean. yes, my things are out and scattered around, but it's only because i haven't put them away. you could point to any object in my room and i could tell you where it belongs. i know where everything is and where everything goes, and cleaning is the process of putting things in the spaces i've already carved for them. my closet is meticulous.

my sister has grown up to become clean and bougie; i've grown up to become messy and frugal. my sister has no problem getting rid of things, but she likes to buy them; i struggle to get rid of things, but i rarely buy them. and i don't think either of us would have come to these extremes if we'd had a tidier living space growing up.

#writing advice #setting

[moonartemisia]

BLUE LOCK TAROT ANALYSIS

Blue lock Tarot and their numerology analysis post! Since the official art of the illustrations came out for the new merch, I'm surprised to see the boys in all Major Arcana cards that resonate their personality through each of them. Major Arcanas in tarot are the Nature in all the richness of its infinite possibilities, and there is in it as in Nature, not one but all potential meanings. These meanings are fluent and ever-changing. Major Arcanas also represents the human consciousness, these kinds of cards you'll see in a tarot set. Major Arcanas are the full-time cards that hold your life choices and other changes that resonate within you. So, let's start

It's no to surprise that Isagi's Major Arcana is "The Fool" numerology stands for is the unnumbered card 0, this represents The Fool as the main character of the Major Arcana and makes his journey through each of the cards, meeting new teachers and learning new life lessons along the way, and eventually reaching the completion of his journey with the World card. This is known as the Fool's Journey and is a helpful way of understanding the story line of the Major Arcana Tarot card meanings. This makes sense as he is the MC of Blue lock, and better yet, noticing his rank place in the facility is 299! Also, meaning to say that Isagi, being the Fool, resonates his improvements and meets new players within the Blue Lock facility, holds guidance, and stepping stone to his adventures.

As it stems moving in the numerology 0, the standing number of the fool card. 0 is a symbol of nothingness or complete freedom from limitations. In numerology, it is often referred to as the void, as it represents potential and choice. It most likely means that positive change is on the way. This connects to Isagi's rational and spatial awareness when it comes to see or he predicting his next goals in soccer. But when in reverse, "The Fool" card, it serves as a call to reevaluate your intentions, motivations, and inner guidance. It prompts you to examine if you might be holding back due to concerns about others' opinions or unrealistic expectations.

This makes total sense of Bachira's Major Arcana that he is "The Sun" numerology is 19. This card is generally considered positive. It is said to reflect happiness and contentment, vitality, self-confidence, and success. Sometimes referred to as the best card in tarot, it represents good things and positive outcomes to current struggles. In this case, we know how Bachira is full of his enthusiasm. As Bachira being the sun card resonates his positive nature of being himself. Glowing his self-acceptance like how he surfaces his inner monster to create his unique ways towards Blue Lock. In the reversed position, the Sun indicates of significant difficulties finding positive aspects to certain situations. The clouds might be blocking out the warmth and light that needs to progress. This might be preventing from feeling confident and powerful. May experience certain setbacks which are damaging your optimism and enthusiasm. In numerology, 19 defines as highly ambitious and have a strong drive for success and power.

I'm a bit surprised to see Rin having the emperor card here. So the emperor card often represents a mature figure seated on a throne or a soldier holding a shield and sword. This card signifies responsibility, courage, and intelligence. Sometimes, it can even symbolize a real person in your life, like a corporate executive, a political leader, or a respected warrior. It really personified Rin in the truly card because of his own goals and what he can do in his ways to achieve them — like an emperor conquering what he does at best to prove which it is no doubt! This card is suggestive of stability and security in life. You are on top of things and everything in under your control. It is the essence of hard work, discipline and self control that have bought you this far. It means that you are in charge of your life now setting up your own rules and boundaries. This takes place as to what Rin stabilize himself to be better at his game in soccer. He would do whatever it takes to be on top of his league just like that.

When in reverse the card can be tyrant, domineering, rigid, stubborn, lack of discipline, recklessness. Definitely describes Rin as his stoic and unfriendly behavior shows within the series. Number 4 is the standing number of this major Arcana card meaning Memory. Logical mental reasoning by the physical man full of Spirit. Being able to express oneself in a socially accepted way in the material universe. Measurement. The reality of life on earth and being able to express oneself in it.

Now let's move onto KuniGiri cards, respectively they are "The Death" (13) and "The Magician" (1). But, first let's start with Kunigami first.

Kunigami takes the first numbered major Arcana card which is the Magician, the Magician is one tarot card that is filled with symbolism. The central figure depicts someone with one hand pointed to the sky, while the other hand points to the ground, as if to say "as above, so below". This is a rather complicated phrase, but its summarization is that earth reflects heaven, the outer world reflects within, the microcosm reflects the macrocosm, earth reflects God. It can also be interpreted here that the magician symbolizes the ability to act as a go-between between the world above and the contemporary, human world. Indeed as the Magician bestows there's balance in between the space of human nature meaning this interprets Kunigami's personality depicted as the hero or so well term for his respective mannerism that being differed from the facility. The Magician also has the potential innate to the fool! Speaking of how he and Isagi before the previous interactions and now in their NEL matches that made changes of how they build-up together as 0 and 1 are closely in order of the major arcanas. It is hard to believe that in the reverse of the Magician implies as manipulation, cunning, trickery, wasted talent, illusion, deception. Which we all know what Kunigami put himself into the wildcard in the present chapters. 1 in numerology represents fiercely independent, competitive, determined, value their freedom, are original, have leadership qualities, are self-reliant, etc. Number 1's, can accomplish whatever they set their minds to. They are perpetually brimming with new ideas and this is what gives them happiness.

On Chigiri's analysis of "The Death" card, death is one of the most feared cards in a Tarot Deck, and it is very misunderstood. Many people avoid mentioning this card because it has that much power. Most times, people take the name of the card literally. However, the real meaning within the Death card is one of the most positive in the whole deck. The Death card signals that one major phase in your life is ending, and a new one is going to start. Leaving to close one door, so the new one will open. The past needs to be placed behind you, so you can focus your energy on what is ahead of you. Perfectly fitting for our princess Chigiri as it reminds me of how his past brings a burden for him, in the ACL injury incident that thought himself that he wouldn't be the genius at soccer he wouldn't be. But let alone he was free after taking another new form of himself as a "rebirth" or transition of his new path in Blue Lock! The old version needs to ‘die’ to allow the new you to be created. This can be a scary time for you because you may be unsure of what will happen in the future. Even if you are scared, you should welcome the change because you are opening the door to new life events.

The Death reversal meaning is still about change, but that you have been resisting it. You could be worried about letting go of the past, or could not be sure of the changes that needs to make to go forward. Resisting the change and holding onto the past can limit your future, which can cause you to feel like you are in limbo. Man, if this ain't Chigiri when he is contemplating when he should run like before or nah well it resonates his hesitation during the previous chapter where he is afraid of breaking another limb or he will quit soccer. But that's a beautiful trump card he got imo. Thus, the number 8 of the card indicates major changes.

Lastly, NagiReo. Nagi resonates the star card (17) while Reo is the Hermit (9). So let's analyze first Nagi's cause it's really interesting. So The Star card defines within the tarot embodies a sense of hope, inspiration, and profound positivity. It signifies a renewal of spirit, bringing forth calmness, serenity, and an optimistic outlook for the future. This is a time of significant personal growth and development as you are now ready to receive. I see that no wonder The Star card is on Nagi is he symbolizes what we know him as the potential lazy genius player that today in his self-development grind to where he is today being motivated and finding his purpose goal in attaining to reach the blue lock ego level and yet being the best of the best as he changes throughout every chapter. In the reverse is what we get as his usual unmotivated self the opposite of the tarot. The Star Reversed can mean that you’ve lost faith and hope in the Universe.

The numerology of the star card means of the number 17, which reduces to 8. The number 8 is about power and success.

Reo's card being The Hermit respectively is the "withdrawal from events and relationship to introspect and gather strength." Seeking the inner voice or calling upon vision from within. A need of understanding and advice, or a wise person who will offer knowing guidance. A card of personal experience and thoughtful temperance. This goes to the ideals and plans that Reo visualize with Nagi when they set foot to play football and has a calling for having Nagi being his best duo when it comes at all times. It really resembles how Reo defines the Hermit card. The hermit's appearance in a reading can also denote the appearance of someone who will come to your life that will be your mentor. In reverse, the Hermit card stems, loneliness, exile, withdrawal from loved ones, misfits, and sadness. In the numerology, the number 9 is powerful. It represents completion, although not a final ending—more like the fulfillment of one cycle so that you can prepare to initiate the next one. It's a recognition of life's ongoing ebb and flow.

That's all for the analysis of this post! What do you all think?

#anime / manga #blue lock #bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock analysis #bllk analysis #blue lock tarot analysis #☆૮꒰ˊᗜˋ* ꒱აelisestheories

[in-arcadia-ego]

Alcibiades : I think it's time I got my life in order.

Plutarch, narrating : He did not, in fact, get his life in order. Actually, he got drunk the night after and probably went to mutilate the hermai

Alcibiades : what is the dumbest thing you've ever done ?

Socrates :

Socrates : you.

Nikias : GET BACK HERE YOU DUMB F*CK !

Alcibiades, going into exile : LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS !

young Alcibiades : Oh lover! Tell me how bad you wanna fuck me!

Demokrates : You won't be able to walk for days.

Perikles : Please.

Perikles : Let me eat in peace for once-

Alcibiades : ...Socrates was there, looking at everyone with his ridiculously beautiful eyes...

Aristophanes : *whispering* Why is he talking about Socrates  ?

Agathon : I don’t know. I asked him about the weather and somehow we ended up here.

Someone at Potidea : What’s Alcibiades doing ?

Random hoplite : Oh that ? He got a little overwhelmed because Socrates kissed him.

Alcibiades, standing in the middle of the battlefield as soldiers charge at him : HIT ME ! HIT ME !! YOU COWARDS !

Persian administration : Name?

Alcibiades : Alcibiades

Persian administration : Sex ?

Alcibiades : Frequently

Persian administration : No, male or female?

Alcibiades : Doesn’t matter

[ Sicilian expedition ]

Nikias : This is a mistake

Alcibiades, enthusiastically : A mistake we're going to laugh about one day !

Nikias : But not today

Alcibiades, still enthusiastic : Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess

Alcibiades : No, it would be against my moral compass.

The Athenians : Your moral compass is a fucking roulette wheel !

Alcibiades : I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

Socrates :

Socrates : no

Alcibiades : found out the carpenter in the Piraeus got arrested for selling drugs

Timandra : what?!

Alcibiades : yeah. you just never really know people...

Alcibiades : i've been going to this guy for years...

Alcibiades : never even knew he was a carpenter.

Plato, introducing the symposium's characters : This is Socrates. He loves his personal space.

Alcibiades, surprise hugging Socrates :

Plato : This is Alcibiades, he also loves Socrates' personal space.

Alcibiades : I am literally only here to be sexy and insane. Do not expect me to make any sense.

[Alcibiades comes to the banquet drunk]

Socrates : Go to bed, you idiot. You're drunk.

Alcibiades : Who, me? I assure you, my friend, I am cone sold stober.

#that's it #i'm joining the fandom #alcibiades #incorrect quotes #literally so much sources i can't remember #(i hope it's in character)

[newtsnaturethings]

Okay so I’m taking an environmental ethics and policy class and the most recent module was about Natural Asset Companies (NACs) as a means of environmental conservation and it’s giving me some Thoughts TM.

ecology flavored rant incoming:

The idea of assigning a monetary or capital value to “ecosystem services” feels viscerally wrong to me. It goes against the very nature of ecology and ecosystems. The science of ecology is about the connection of all these moving parts at various temporal and spatial scales. Trying to add capitalism to that sets up this…hierarchy of what “services” are the “most useful”. This makes zero sense in an ecocentric context. How do you assign what “service” is more important? Is it based on how much money it makes? The cultural significance? And who or what is making the final decision on how to rank these services in order of importance? This is a very capitalist mindset to apply to something that exists WAY outside that narrow framework. A piece of an ecosystem doesn’t have to “earn its keep” for the right to exist. It simply does. And that in itself is worthy of respect. Ecosystems don’t function based on the way one species wants them too, and trying to exert that level of control over them does not work. Humans are just as much a part of the ecosystem as the rest of the planet. We are participants along for the ride; we don’t call the shots.

And that doesn’t even begin to cover the societal implications in all this! NACs will be motivated by interest groups with the most financial influence and power. So…do marginalized groups like POC and Indigenous People get a say in this? Even though they’ve been historically left out of or outright screwed over in a lot of “going green” initiatives? How intersectional will this component of the conservation movement really be if it’s motivated almost exclusively by profit and benefitting those who are able to invest heavily from the get go? If the conservation movement is leaving groups of people behind, then it’s to start over and build it up again with everyone at the table for input.

And yes I’m aware that “this is how society works etc etc” it doesn’t have to. It really doesn’t have to. And hey, maybe financially motivated entities like NACs have their part to play in the conservation movement, but they sure as heck should NOT be the most powerful or influential ones leading the charge.

#ecology #newts thoughts