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[driftingoffthegrid]

you don’t actually need a job

just quit and come find me in the wilderness

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[gandoraofdestruction]

He's still not quite sure about the differences between Gandora and Yuugi in this place....so he's watching.

The dragon, in turn, can sense he is being watched as he helped clear debris out of the way for the camp site. Anzu and Ryou in turn searching for firewood and gather food while the other two set about preparing the area and setting up leantos. For the human members of the party, at least. It's just the two of them.

Looking down at Atem, he tilts his head in a silent question.

[ace-malarky]

Happy Storyteller Saturday; can you tell us about some of the locations in So the Bran Rhi Sings?

Happy STS!

n ooh ok I can? maybe? do a little bit here lmao let's go

so obviously we have the Fair lands in the Mist as a pretty hefty location, but in that is the forest where the Wild Hunt lives and the camp of the Brans, which is where Red Scarlet and Kam live with Brandi and Bran

I mean it's a camp; they've got a biiiig tent set up between the trees, but it's essentially a leanto with sides they can roll out of the way as the mood takes them. I keep thinking fairy lights, camp beds, an incongruous fancy big full length mirror. Lots of blankets and cushions. Sometimes there is a campfire and music, though this is mostly when the Hunt is visiting.

Mostly there is the idea of the crackle of a campfire in the background, and Brandi telling stories in the foreground

The forest around it is big and tangled and so easy to get lost in if you do not know the way. This is part intentional (glamour laid upon it) and partially just, well - it is a forest in the Mist, and nothing ever grows clean and honest in there. There are predators in amongst them, and if you're lucky it is just the Hunt. If you are unlucky, it is the Hunt and they are on the move (and you are prey)

~

The other setting with any definition for now is the castle that is the climax of act two, and it is an Old thing on a hill in Yearramel. Old and falling apart and not quite forgotten, but certainly no one is ticketing entry. The walls are up, but there is no glass in the windows, and the floors above are gone. Grass grows in through the cobbles, and ivy weaves in through the windows. Sometimes, on a quiet night, music and light and laughter can be heard

(sometimes, on a busy night, there is still music and the heavy thum-thump of armoured feet on stone)

[canidfeline]

Voices | Flashback episode yayayayaya

Two pairs of boots, one pair of heels and another of some leather slip-ons padded down the long white corridors of the X-Block - the main one at least. The Director walked between two guards, another scientist next to her holding a clipboard, almost jogging to keep up with them.

"So from what Dr. Manson said, it seemed as if 107 was having some sort of psychotic break, but it seemed really sudden and out of nowhere. I mean- it was bad enough to get him out of the Summers-Block, and he has his own hybrid to be working on. He was the one who made the report, I don't know who was first to witness." The following doctor said, glancing at the Director before her gaze went forward again as they got closer to the end room - the nameplate on the door visible.

The Director's face remained unchanged, if not just scrunching up a bit into a scowl, similar to the one the aforementioned subject usually bares.

"He's only been through two years worth of tests and most of them haven't been grueling apart from the hunting and sparring with other subjects, so we don't really have a leading theory, yet." She added before finally going quiet as the guards and the Director remained unresponsive, for whatever reason.

When they got to the end of the corridor, the Director peeked into the window on X's door. The boy was almost curled up in the far right corner of his padded room with two doctors closer to the door, seemingly whispering. Presumably, they'd already tried "helping" X, getting no where, they left him alone.

One of the doctors nodded to the other before coming up to the door, one of the guards pulling it open for him as there was no handle on the inside.

The doctor nodded in thanks to the guard as he emerged from the room, his gaze landing on the Director, his gaze pointed and half-concerned, but more of the kind of concerned you'd be if you thought you forgot to do something than the kind of concerned you'd be with a clone of some of the two most dangerous mutants and one mutate going crazy.

"Director Grimes."

"Dr. Manson. How's my subject?"

The doctor glanced back into the room, having to leanto the right a little to get a proper view of X before turning back.

"He's been better. I was going to go back to my office to try and think of reasons why he's suddenly broken down, but if you're here, I could think of a few in the time you're in there."

"You ARE planning on talking to him, yes?" He added quickly, not-too-subtly hinting that she should go in to try and calm X down. She's the only person that could really, especially with almost every other doctor being the ones to instigate his testing as to not ruin his relationship with her.

"Obviously." The Director answered, already wanting to get past the doctor. She was never a fan of Manson. He always took this job too... kindly. He at least had a grain of slim empathy somewhere for these subjects. Barely, but still.

"Okay, I'll let you get to it, I'll be out here."

The Director just nodded before pulling the large metal door to X's room open, a guard going in with her before she turned around, putting a hand up. She didn't want assistance, it'd only set X off. She was an expert at dealing with him by now. The doctor that had been in with Manson slipped behind her to get out, not wanting to deal with the confrontation.

The door slowly shut behind her, the only noise audible now being X's heavy breathing and whispered mumbles and noises, his head seeming to turn a little as the scent of his mother's perfume filled his nostrils before turning back around rather rapidly.

He was in an almost knee-chest position, his arms the only things stopping his head from touching the ground as he kept making noise.

"X... sweet pea." The Director whispered, her demeanor instantly switching to something much sweeter and motherly, taking a step closer to the boy. She found it quite humorous with how X behaved and all that was done to him, how he always preferred a sweet tone of voice to be spoken to with. It was interesting to her.

"What's going on, pet? What are you feeling?" She asked, crouching down after getting close enough to X.

X turned, the back and armpits of his white t-shirt slightly damp with sweat, the same as his short ginger hair.

"...you d-don't... hear them? Why does- why doesn't anyone else h...hear them?" He asked, his voice cracking and fragile, almost scared. He peered over his shoulder, his blue eyes landing on his mother's knees before glancing up at her face.

There was two worrying signs here, to the Director. One, the stuttering. X's speech has been getting worse with each of the main, more grueling tests that were done to him. When he got to five years old, they thought one a year would be alright, especially with a mother to guide him through them, but science always needs more.

And two, more obviously, the apparent schizophrenia he seems to have suddenly developed. She'd noticed him becoming more distracted recently, but nothing like this.

"They keep shouting at me... but I didn- didn't do anything wrong." He added before lifting his head up a little bit.

"Did I?"

"No pet, no you haven't, don't worry." She cooed, going to run her fingers through X's hair before his head shot back down as if he had a headache. She couldn't tell if it was a real headache or if he really didn't want to be touched.

X's vision felt almost black and white and grainy, like a silent film. He felt like he was seeing things that wasn't there, feeling things that hadn't happened to him.

He almost felt like his bones were stabbing into his skin, he could feel his lungs fill with gas and his stomach churn as if he was going to be sick.

The Director, feeling as if she couldn't do anything really helpful, stood back up, rubbing X's back before doing so.

"I'll be back soon, okay? You'll feel better soon, honey."

"Don't... lie to me." X responded in a murmur. Strange, that was the first time he'd ever even said something rejecting what his mother said.

The Director simply walked away after hearing that, pushing the metal door of X's room open to get out before closing it and locking it.

She looked to one of the guards that had followed her, clearing her throat. "Go back to the security office and activate the nitrous oxide to be shot into his room, the quicker he moves on from this the better."

The guard nodded and marched off before she turned to Dr. Manson, looking down at him.

"Any ideas, then?"

"Well, I kept the door open a bit to listen to him when you went in, it seems, quite obviously, as if he's having some sort of schizophrenic attack, but that seems unusual with how young he is and how sudden it's came on."

"But... one thing I'm at least semi-sure on, is that this could be a malfunction of the cloning that's only manifesting now."

"And that malfunction, Manson?"

"I think his primary thoughts, for ease let's just say his "brain", donor M's and X's and W's "brains" are all confused. The donor "brains" are almost trying to hijack his, but with the samples not being full ones from each donor, they can't properly turn it into THEIR brain."

"He's experiencing thoughts that aren't his. Sicknesses he never felt and torture he's never went through."

"In short, Director, he has four people in his head. Himself and his "father's"."

The Director almost scoffed, it sounded correct, don't get her wrong, but also almost unbelievable. Preposterous.

"Sounds like something out of a comic book, don't you think, Doctor?"

"Maybe so, but these are real comic heroes we're talking about."

Munson glanced into X's room, sighing.

"But... on the bright side, only one real mental deformity in a subject who has three full people he's made of? That's still a success. Although I do think this is going to have some incredible negative impact on his mental health."

"We can cross that bridge when we come to it, Doctor. File this as a report so we can keep it in check, please."

"Yes, Director Grimes."

Dr. Munson walked off and the Director looked into X's room, the boy still curled up on his futon.

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FIRST POST WITHOUT GRAMMARLY IM SCARED

clarification - liams futon is like a japanese one, on the floor and not a sofa bed. the things liam felt in order are stuff from wolverines life (adamantium always stabbing into him), magnetos (gas chambers), then deadpools cancer (chemo sickness).

fun fact - the directors surname was chosen to be grimes because grimes has a norse origin meaning mask, she "masks" her true self whenever she's with x. arent i clever

might make another like this from liams perspective.

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[woodmines]

Don't Miss This Lean To Build! #gazebo #leanto #outdoorliving #timelaps...

[iffoundreturntosea]

May 2, Day 122/123

Day 122 2015

Today I got to see my other beautiful niece!

#beautiful #niece #love #family #picoftheday #project365 #day122

I miss these days of being so close to all my family and feeling well enough to see them. On this day I also photographed my youngest sister for her nursing school graduation. Time really does fly sometimes!

Day 123 2016

I built niece 5 little tents today. This is the lean-to.

#niece #tent #leanto #imagine #playtime #familyfun #love #smile #colors #shadesofrainbow #brights #may #picoftheday #project365 #day123

Day 122 2017

Paperback Writer

#books #read #paperback #library #volunteer #songs #music #may #picoftheday #project365 #day122

Day 122 2018

Into the Wind

#colors #rainbow #pattern #flags #blowinginthewind #kaleidoscope #may #picoftheday #project365 #day122

Day 122 2019

My happiest of happy places ❤️

#tbt #throwbackthursday #Galveston #beach #coast #water #ocean #gulfofmexico #outdoors #nature #dusk #beauty #love #mychurch #nationaldayofprayer #may #may2 #2019 #nationaldaycalendar #nationalday #picoftheday #project365 #day122

Day 123 2020

The people in my quarantine love books!

#books #read #fantasy #mood #terrygoodkind #wizardsfirstrule #inagoodbook #whatchareading #may #may2 #2020 #picoftheday #project365 #day123

Day 122 2021

Ladybud on a rosebug.

#texas #spring #nature #outdoors #ladybug #rosebud #color #peachcascade #flower #bug #may #may2 #2021 #picoftheday #project365 #day122

I copied this post verbatim, I almost corrected it but I decided it was too cute of a mess up if that's what it was! haha!

Day 122 2022

Bob is a whole vibe

#bob #minihorse #equine #therapy #equinetherapy #mane #windy #vibe #may #may2 #2022 #picoftheday #project365 #day122 @stepswithhorses

Always here for Bob's vibes! He's such a great mini!

Day 122 2023

Seemore milkweed!

#nature #outdoors #walk #wildflowers #milkweed #butterflyfood #seemore #may #may2 #2023 #picoftheday #project365 #day122

Such an important plant for pollinators!

Day 123 2024

Follow me to the beach!

I needed an arrow so I drew one. A bit unpolished but I like it 🧜🏻‍♀️

#arrow #dailytheme #followme #waves #mermaid #color #may #may2 #2024 #picoftheday #project365 #day123

Looks like a fun and simple tattoo. Too bad I hate needles and can't stand ink on my skin!

[mitchell721]

Marc and Alana Travel Back to Camp

It was a warm winter weekend. The two woke up and decided to go to camp. They jumped into Alana’s Infiniti and quickly got to Marc’s camp. They played “Tommy” and “October” on the ride up. Marc and Alana made camp in Marc’s leanto. It was no longer where it was in Marc’s younger years. Marc started to build a fire. Alana changed into her bathing suit and told Marc to do the same. They hiked down…

[becoming-not-became]

LeanTo

It’s true I am a rock much lessan obstacle and muchmore a lean to not much to get over up or around more as a place to sit and totake refuge to untieshoes and rub wearyfeet a place to assess and take bearing before continuing gaily onI will always be exactly where I am whereas you will not you’ll be a moment

[lordrael]

Here you go then!

21. A memory of the first time they did an activity they love

This should be fun for Rael

This is what freedom is? thought K’rael as he roared across the rocky desert.  The machina beneath him shook and snarled and threatened to tip, first one way and then the other as the giant bundle of supplies shifted this way and that.  This is intoxicating.  He’d slowly been getting the hang of controlling the Garlean scout motorcycle.  The learning process was slow going at the best of times.  The machina was an unforgiving tutor, more than even Sarge had ever been.  The old Bozjan had concealed fondness and concern beneath his facade of blunt, brutal honesty; he’d been the father figure the rebellious young miqo’te had needed in the wake of the coup.  What a pity that his sickness had carried him off when it did, and their medicine had done nothing for him.

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“Keep your arm straight!” barked the old Hrothgar.  “Fire a real gunblade with your wrist bent like that and it’ll take your hand off!  Where’ll you be then, boy!”

K’rael brought his arm up straighter, but still not perfect.  The weapon was heavy, heavier than the short sword he’d used as a scout, or the bronze mace he’d used during the dark days as an enforcer.  His arm started to shake.  They’d been training since dawn and it was well past noon now.  He was making progress, he knew it.  He’d caught the quickly-hidden smile on Sarge’s face when the Bozjan soldier had seen K’rael do a perfect repetition of the first set of stance-strike combinations.

“Better,” snapped Sarge.  “Not perfect, but it’ll do for now.  Now, three, seven, four!”

K’rael snapped through forms three, seven and four.  His entire body burned, ached, trembled, threatened to collapse.  Sweat poured down his brow, his back, his arms, his legs.  It poured into his eyes and made them sting.

“Six, five, eight!” rapped the old soldier.  K’rael complied.  “Good!  Good.”  A coughing fit racked the man and he turned away from his protege so that the boy wouldn’t see the red on his glove.  “Seven, four, seven!”  Again the miqo’te complied.  “Alright, boy.  That’s enough for today.  You look like you’re about to drop.  Go get some water and some food.  Drink it slowly!”

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A wild shout of exultation ripped from the rider’s lungs as the motorcycle raced heedlessly over the lip of a small ledge, only a couple feet tall.  His landing was less graceful than he’d have liked, and rider and cargo both went spilling from the back of the bike.

After standing up and checking himself for injuries, K’rael set about collecting all the scattered supplies, making sure that each of the fuel containers was unharmed.  Thankfully, everything was intact, save one packet of particularly unpalatable rations.

“One campsite’s as good as another!” K’rael said cheerily to no one in particular, standing alone in the desert.  He started laying out his supplies and fashioning the piece of thick waterproof canvas they’d been bundled in into a leanto, after setting the bike aright so that he could use it as a convenient part of the construction.  That done, he set about building a fire to cook his dinner.  It was going to be another good day tomorrow, he could feel it.

[turtlesandfrogs]

You know, even a decade ago, the standard advice for new gardeners here was to not even try to grow bigger tomatoes like beefsteak. Romas were considered borderline. If you wanted to be reasonably sure of getting a harvest, you planted cherry tomatoes, or varieties that ripened in 70 days or less.

People who did go for slicers or bigger tended to go the extra mile to get them- planting against a south facing wall with a temporary leanto greenhouse, or maybe building a hoop house.

Because our summers were so cool that things grew so slowly, that the bigger ones hardly had time to set fruit, much less actually ripening.

We have over a month left until first frost. No greenhouse, no south facing wall, and they got planted out a bit late due to a cooler-than-usual spring.

One rant, and then I'm going to go be productive:

What the fuck is this?

It's September. SemptemBER. It's supposed to be cooling down. It is supposed to be struggling to get to the low-to-mid 70s. It is not supposed to be hitting 90!

It never used to hit 90! 85 used to be extremely rare and notable. It would only get that hot at the peak of summer. It used to only hit 80 for a few days, at the most, before going back to the 70s. WHAT is this?

This is the maritime Pacific Northwest! It is not supposed to be like this!

[forsythiahill]

Tips on what to consider when designing a greenhouse.

[tomesmithpress]

GMSKETCHBOOK: CAMPSITE

A collection of 35 environmental tokens to make campsites for your players to relax in or to invade.

Included:

7 Square tents

6 Basic tents

8 bedrolls

3 leantos

3 log benches

3 stumps

4 lit campfires

1 unlit campfire