#otherwise it'll be in the alts

[tricks-n-illusions]

The fox crouched back down upon realizing Edin was still present, however, this time he seemed much calmer.

{"I have a family, I have a mother. I have a home."}

He gave him a confused look, "Last time I saw Ma?" The fox seemed to take a moment to think about Edin's question but he looked unsure at best. "I... do not... know."

{"She didn't want me."} Despite the depressing statement there was a sudden shift into cheerfulness as he began to ramble in Girarune. He happily swayed while he spoke to the Meowstic.

{"But Mother says if I'm really good she'll let me see them and I don't even have to be using my Illusions!!"} He wiggled happily at the possibility. "I do not get to see them a lot."

{"Mother makes me pretend to be her around them"}

{"But... It kinda just makes me sad because Ma... When she looks at me, She... looks at me with so much HATE.}

"I do not know why..." He sunk down once again, burying his face into his fluff. His words were very quiet and muffled this time around.

"But- ..." Silas quickly became sad when the realization of what he was saying hit him... The fox gave a sigh as he fell silent.

He didn't feel like talking about this anymore... Even so, his gaze wistfully drifted back towards the sky in an attempt to lighten his mood. The sight was mesmerizing but the uneasy feeling that Edin's looming presence caused persisted. Was he just another reminder of the past here to haunt him? Or simply a glimmer of freedom here to mock him? Whatever it was... You couldn't help but notice he was suddenly ignoring your existence. Not out of hate but rather the denial to acknowledge that part of his life ever existed.

→ Hm... Silas appears to be ignoring Edin for now.

(Response) @tricks-n-illusions

Edin freaks out when the little fox starts to scream.

I'm not gonna hurt you… I'm just wanna… visit you. Rimi and Noelle did, so why wouldn't I?

Silas(?) is still very nervous despite Edin's effort to calm him down. He also speaks in a language unknown to Edin. Even Rotie is not able to translate that. However, Edin heard the words "Noelle? Noe?" and...

First of all, I'm not Noelle, I'm just her friend. Second, let me explain... When I was in the different universe with friends, I saw Rimi with purple-haired girl and of course I saw...you? I think this girl must be North, isn't it? And then I asked Noelle about you.

He told everything about him, however only the moments from ten years ago.

And suddenly, he remembers something... The thing Noelle told that he doesn't want to tell this fox.

I'm here just to say hello... But... you're here, alone. No friends. No family. No one to support you. Only me and you for now. Can you remember, when the last time you saw "them"? I think it's been a while, hasn't it?

Edin can understand Silas' Giratune after Noelle's name is mentioned by him.

[socialobligation]

Salutations. 🤓🤚 (this is kinda rambly sorry)

How we feeling about Todoroki not understanding social cues and completely messing shit up w/ shawty. (Personally I think it's a hilarious idea.) "Ommgg get outtt" "...okay?" Dips the fuck out. I think it could be a funny smau thingy or a drabble or WHATEVER it'll be good cus ur hella funny!! (ALSO I SAW UR KIRI× ALT-ISH READER AND I KNOW THAT WOULD ALSO EAT WITH LIKE AN ALT READER X TOKOYAMI OR SHOJI literally my favorite characters and I always thought that alt reader was very similar to dadzawa reader person so aizawa v. Readers bf would be funny too) okay I'm stopping nooowwww much love

get out | s. todoroki

what starts as a miscommunication lesson slowly unravels into something much softer, where teasing turns into quiet confessions, and maybe—just maybe—you're both a little more obvious than you thought.

it’s been months now. the two of you have fallen into that rare kind of friendship that feels effortless—the kind built from shared late-night study sessions, stupid inside jokes, and a surprising amount of mutual patience. shoto isn’t someone you expected to become your closest friend; he’s too formal, too literal, too composed. and yet somehow, he became your person. steady. dependable. stubbornly honest.

he's smart, meticulous, and considerate in ways that sneak up on you—the way he memorizes your coffee order, the way he lends you his umbrella without comment when he knows you forgot yours, the way he notices when you're tired and offers to carry your books without asking. but even after all this time, he still stumbles over basic social cues like they’re potholes on an otherwise flawless street.

and honestly? it's a little endearing. a little dangerous, too, when you’re harboring a crush you can’t quite figure out how to hide.

case in point: today.

when you shove his shoulder lightly, laughing as you say, "oh my god, get out," he reacts without hesitation.

he stands up.

"okay," he says, already halfway to the door with the solemnity of someone obeying a direct command.

you blink at him, stunned. "wait—no, i didn't mean—"

he halts mid-step, looking at you with genuine concern. "you told me to get out."

"it’s a figure of speech, dude," you groan, dragging a hand down your face. "like… 'no way!' or 'shut up!' it doesn't actually mean leave."

he blinks, processing this new data. "i see."

"do you?"

"not entirely."

you laugh, shaking your head as you pat the cushion beside you. "sit back down, you're fine."

he hesitates, then retraces his steps with careful precision, lowering himself stiffly into the chair across from you, posture perfect like he’s bracing for another misunderstanding.

you snort into your drink. "you're so formal. it's like hanging out with a very polite cat."

he tilts his head slightly, considering. "is that meant to be a compliment?"

"sure," you say, grinning.

he looks genuinely pleased, though the slight furrow between his brows suggests he's filed the statement away for later analysis.

you pull your legs up onto the couch, scrolling lazily through your phone while he watches you with quiet attentiveness, like you might do something critical at any moment. it's not weird. or at least, it’s not weird to you anymore. shoto pays attention to people he cares about.

he just doesn’t always know how to show it.

"you can chill, you know," you say, glancing up.

"i am chill."

"you're sitting like you're about to recite the national anthem."

he straightens further. "good posture is important."

"relax, mr. posture," you tease, grabbing the nearest pillow and tossing it at him.

it smacks him in the face with a soft thud. he doesn’t even blink.

he catches it carefully, setting it on his lap like it’s a fragile object.

"thank you," he says, genuinely.

you burst out laughing.

"okay," you say, setting your drink down, "lesson one. when someone says 'get out' while laughing, it usually means 'i can't believe you just said that, that's hilarious.' not 'please leave.'"

he nods slowly, committing it to memory with grave seriousness.

"lesson two," you continue, leaning forward a little, "if i call you 'stupid' or 'dummy' while smiling, it doesn't mean you're actually stupid. it usually means i think you're being… cute."

he processes this with a blink. "so verbal insults can sometimes signal affection."

"exactly."

he nods again, more confidently.

"lesson three," you say, gesturing to the pillow he's still holding, "if someone throws a pillow at you, it's usually affectionate. like, it means they like you."

he stares at the pillow. then at you. back at the pillow.

"oh," he says simply, like a puzzle piece clicking into place.

you clear your throat, suddenly needing to look very intently at your shoes.

"not—not always like, like-like," you add hastily, stumbling a little. "sometimes it's just friendly. but… sometimes it’s… y’know."

he watches you for a long moment, his gaze steady, thoughtful.

"is it… like that?" he asks.

you glance up, heart hammering.

"maybe," you say, soft, unable to summon anything cooler or smarter.

he tilts his head again, as if weighing the information.

"good," he says finally, in that same plain, almost reverent voice.

you blink. "good?"

"i like you too," he says, with all the certainty of a fact he's double-checked.

he tosses the pillow back at you—lighter this time, more casual—and there's a flicker of a real smile tugging at his mouth.

"reciprocal," he adds, because of course he would.

you catch the pillow against your chest, laughing despite the way your heart is doing somersaults.

"lesson four," you say, regaining your composure, "if someone says something obviously ridiculous, like 'i could totally fight a bear,' you're supposed to play along. not start listing reasons why it's inadvisable."

he looks genuinely troubled by this. "but fighting a bear would be strategically unsound—"

"shoto."

he stops. reconsiders.

"you could absolutely fight a bear," he says, voice deadpan.

you cackle, tossing the pillow at him again. he catches it without effort, a glint of humor in his eyes now, subtle but unmistakable.

"you're getting there," you say, sinking back into the couch with a grin.

"thank you," he replies, a little looser, a little lighter.

he's still shoto—precise, literal, impossibly sincere.

and now, maybe, a little yours too.

[dimonds456]

"Perhaps he may yet prove his worth to me" headcanon

I have So many Ford thoughts about this era of his life, here is only a sliver of my insanity FGHJSD

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ID: a bunch of Discord screenshots showing a single user rambling about Stanford Pines from Gravity Falls. User Dimonds456 has their profile set to the autism eyes Stanley image from Lost Legends. Here is the full transcript of everything they said:

Listening to Hana's Ford video at work again today (the 5 hour one) and something they were talking about in it I kinda wanna elaborate on. The line "perhaps he can still prove his worth to me," to me, is a line that I think Ford both does mean and doesn't mean at the same time, and the reason why is. sad.

To me, this is Ford realizing he's got no way out, right? Like, contacting Stan is part of his last resort plan, the one he had to switch to once he was given the 72 hours before his life- and the world's- came to an end

Like, let's be real: the plan "I'm gonna go back up to the caves to where I first discovered Bill and hope and pray there's an answer there" REALLY ISNT a plan

Hope and pray isn't a survival strategy, but that's where Ford is at rn

Every other plan failed.

Project Mentem takes too long to encrypt, and more than likely wouldn't stop possession anyway. It would just prevent Bill from seeing Ford's thoughts and memories. Might provide some protection, but not enough.

The Bill Proof suit he isn't mechanically knowledgable enough to actually make effectively, and he doesn't know McGucket is still in town

He can't go down to the basement else risk the possibility of Bill possessing him, and if he tries to dismantle the portal, as we see in TBOB, there's a good chance Bill will just fucking torture him over it

He doesn't know about the Cipher Wheel at this point, or if he does, doesn't believe it'll help. And even if he did, he doesn't know enough people or enough about people to know who he needs

He doesn't know about using a metal plate/tinfoil hat

He couldn't get access to unicorn hair, so the barrier is out(edited)

The caves were his last resort

At this point, he knows there's a good chance he's going to die. All he can do is make sure the world stays alive after the fact. But that doesn't mean he wants to. He is fighting Bill tooth and nail, holding out for as long as he can, despite the knowledge that in 72 hours, he is going to die.

Or, if not die, he's going to be blind and subjected to Bill's every whim

To me, the "perhaps he can still prove his worth to me" line is him clinging to the one last thing he DOES have control over: his emotions. And he's choosing to be angry because anger is a better emotion to feel than fear or anxiety

Cuz at this point, his entire world has been flipped upside-down, right

Bill was evil

Fidds was right

He's second-guessing his decisions about Stanley

He writes, in code, "have I been too harsh [to Stan] all along?"

Like, over the course of a couple days/a month, his entire view of the world and how it works has spun WILDLY out of control

He can't change the fact that Bill is evil, he can't change the fact that Fidds was right, so in a desperate act to cling to the one thing he has control over, he continues to take it out on Stan, cuz that's all he has

It's PEAK learned helpllessness

He has to have been right about something.

Cuz otherwise, he's the worst. And no one wants to feel like that, especially while being tortured at the hands of a demon and trying to protect the goddamn world

So he both means it, since I do think that came from a genuine place (his anger at Stan over the project), but also doesn't mean it at all (he knows Stan has worth but is too Regina George to admit that right now)

It's also why he was SO QUICK to bring that up during his and Stanley's fight

Again, he's clinging onto that anger as hard as he can

He had to cooporate with Stan to try and get him to take the Journal, but as soon as it looked like that plan was gonna fail, he started flipping out, both from stress, fear, anxiety, and from his anger he is refusing to let go

Again, Ford isn't dumb. He knows he's running on borrowed time at this point.

And something about knowing your life is either gonna end soon, or you're gonna become disabled and toyed with for the rest of your life, would mean he's not thinking rationally

ON TOP OF the lack of sleep and clarity

Does this make sense FGHJSKD

I'm pushing my learned helplessness headcanon on y'all SO HARD I'm not even gonna lie GFDHSJK

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[windixie]

the perfect pair ⋮ series master list

satoru gojo x reader ꒰18+꒱ smut, angst, fluff

⟡ pairing . college au soccer player! gojo x alt! reader

› summary . in which opposites actually attract. you're not the kind of girl who seeks validation from anyone as your world is surrounded by indie films, music, and clothing. meanwhile, satoru lives in a completely different world from you. the campus soccer star who practically radiates confidence and popularity. but that doesn't stop satoru from attempting to throw himself at you, with his playful grins and teasing but loving comments. but before you can accept his advances, a certain party exposes who he truly is and now he is left determined to change himself for you.

› warnings ⓘ tags . 18+, fem! reader, smut, angst, fluff, college au (have syracuse university in mind), friends to lovers (reader hates him, he thinks otherwise), slow burn, jealousy, some suguru x reader because he doesn't respect bro code or wtv.

› status . continuing on this account : @beabatoru

› wc .

⟡ taglist . open ( ask to be added or removed ) please like navigation in order to be added as well

playlist . to be added

chapter index. ꩜

ch 1 . broken cd

ch 2 . cologne

ch 3 . a cruel affair

𓍯𓂃 ꒰more to be added꒱

note . hi omg ok this gonna be like my first long series 'the perfect pair' I hope to put out the first chapter by mar. 28 but no later than that. warnings will always be said before the chapter begins and please make sure to read ending notes for future updates. story will have happy ending so it'll be worth it. enjoy reading !

[radioactiverats]

Mentor Starscream x seeker!reader

This is a mashup of all the timelines basically (._.) Starscream has been on the brain recently... In the firsts of a long journey, I have gotten my first two blokees from blind boxes (Grapple and Ironhide). Let's see how long it'll take me to get Starscream TvT

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Ever since you joined the Vosian Air Academy as a young cadet, Starscream had been there. Everyone knew who Starscream was. How could you not, when he was such a high-profile cybertronian? You thought that the most you would ever see of him at the academy was his printed frame on the glossy posters stuck up everywhere - some with motivational slogans, some showing off some genuinely impressive flying maneuvers, and some advertising the war effort against the Quintessons.

Understandably, it came as a surprise to learn that he would be personally taking on your first year tactical maneuvers class.

Even before your first class, rumours ran rampant. Starscream is very strict, your fellow cadets whispered, in tones of both fear and admiration. You're fragged if he picks on you. Better avoid his punishments. Didn't you hear what happened to the bot who failed to execute his instructions the first time?

Your apprehension, however, was definitely outweighed by admiration and curiosity. No matter how snappy he seemed, your future instructor was still the Air Commander of Vos, which was no small feat. Unlike several other government positions which required the right connections rather than skills, Air Commander was not a position one could hope to take on without truly having mastered the skies.

The first time you see him, you, as well as many others, are instantly in awe of his commanding presence. He's taller than you thought, frame polished and his beautiful wings a shimmering white. The sharp lines of his faceplate and the delicate point of his chin exemplify his graceful form, and his optics flick over the new recruits in a calculating manner. The expression on his faceplate is severe, as you expected, but not cruel. He barks out a command for you to get in a line, snarling when inexperience clashes with the rush to obey, several of you crashing clumsily into each other.

"Finally," Starscream snaps, when you eventually arrange yourselves in a semi-straight line. "If you lot cannot execute even the simplest of commands, how do you expect to survive the war?"

It sounds harsh, but he's not wrong. It sinks in again that you are here because, despite all propaganda saying otherwise, it seems that the war against the Quintessons is not going well. Why else would there have been a mass recruitment exercise? You, and the rest of your class, are going to be shipped straight off to war when you graduate the academy. As the reality of the situation sinks in, Starscream's words suddenly seem less like a scolding and more like a warning. You straighten your frame a little more, shoulders back, chassis out. If the Air Commander himself is giving you tips on how to survive the war, by Primus, you're going to listen.

Starscream announces waspishly that you are going to learn how to do a breakaway maneuver today.

"Everyone," Starscream threatens, "and I mean everyone, is going to perform this maneuver successfully within this solar cycle, or there will be consequences. Understood?"

There are only a few weak "yes sir's" from the line, but Starscream simply scoffs and chooses not to waste his time enforcing a show of authority. It's clear from the wide optics fixated on him that he's already won your admiration.

"Watch," is all he says, before he's smoothly transforming before you into his alt-mode and, with a cacophonous boom, blasts off into the stratosphere.

All of you can't hold back your shouts of amazement as you scatter from your haphazard line to get a better look. The F-15 dips and twirls though the sky, slicing through fluffy clouds like butter before slowing to a stop. Then, as all of you watch with mounting excitement, Starscream begins his demonstration - the F-15 begins to gain speed, faster, and faster again, until you're certain he's going to break the sound barrier and blip into nothingness - when suddenly, the jet swerves at a supremely clean ninety-degree angle without losing any of its speed.

All your classmates are shouting and hooting at the frankly incredible demonstration, even as Starscream transforms back into bot-mode and comes to a smooth stop in front of you. It might have been your imagination, but his plates are drawn less tight around him, and he exudes a breathless, self-satisfied air. This you can understand - all seekers would agree that the feeling of flying is second to none.

You're dreamily replaying Starscream's demonstration in your processor, and startle when a finger jabs into your field of vision. Your optics cycle, and you freeze when you realize that none other than Starscream is towering right over you, a calculating sneer on his faceplate.

"You," he snaps. "Seems that you have a very clear recollection of my demonstration, have you not?"

You nod, unable to speak, and watch with rapt fascination as his intake curls into a smirk.

"In that case," Starscream drawls, "you should have no trouble going first, hmm?"

You stiffen. The upperclassmen had warned you about this - Starscream tended to choose cadets he could make examples of, for better or for worse. But as you meet his optics, it's not cruelty you find - but a challenge.

"Well?" Starscream says. "We don't have the entirety of the solar cycle to be standing around like idiots."

The rest of the cadets have fallen into an almost horrified silence - yet, you can feel the relief emanating from the others that they haven't been picked. You prickle at that. You've not been picked to take the fall - you look at Starscream again, full in the faceplate, a simmering defiance beneath your plates. A hand on his cocked hip now, his optics boring into yours, daring you to accept. You remember what you saw in his faceplate the first time. Severity, sure, but not cruelty.

What if, you wonder, it's all been a misconstrued. Starscream doesn't pick on the weaker ones. He picks the ones who look like they're up to a challenge - and by Primus, you are going to impress him or die trying.

You stride up to a patch of open land, engines thrumming as you prepare to take off. The initial feeling of leaving the ground behind, launching yourself into open space always thrills you. You transform, and waste no time in accelerating with a sonic boom - soaring higher and higher and higher, engines warm and your processor humming with the ecstasy of flying. Slowing to a hovering stop, you take in the tiny figures of your classmates below you, so small they look like dots.

You accelerate, slicing through cloud after cloud after cloud and, it's now or never - your engines scream as you twist as sharply as you can to your right, narrowly avoiding careening off balance as a burst of speed aids your recovery. Energon thrums through your frame with the adrenaline of it all.

"Not bad," comes a raspy voice from your left. You almost tumble out of the air in shock. Starscream, in his alt-mode, soaring alongside you. Had he been here the whole time? "Descend, cadet."

Both of you reach the ground in tandem, with you still reeling from the shock of Starscream flying beside you, staggering ungracefully as soon as your pedes hit the ground.

"Our first volunteer was able to execute the maneuver on their first attempt," Starscream says. His optics are still fixed on you, appraising. If you look really hard, you might detect a hint of satisfaction, dare you say, at your performance. "I expect that the rest of you will have no trouble following suit."

And by some minor miracle, your entire squadron does manage to pull the maneuver off by sundown, even if Starscream does lose his temper here and there.

"Primus, he's a slavedriver," one of your classmates moans. "I can barely feel my wings anymore." And it's true - your own frame screams from exertion, but you've accomplished more in a single day with Starscream than with any other instructor. The ache in your frame is well-earned, and your respect for Starscream has only grown - he might be snappy on the outside, but the careful way with which he'd guided each cadet through the maneuver did not go unnoticed.

The first stellar cycle passed by reasonably uneventfully, but you were proudly able to say that you'd distinguished yourself as one of Starscream's top pupils - his optics would soften ever so slightly when it came to you. Unfortunately, the rest of his hard work would go abruptly up in flames. An unexpected Quintesson attack on the Air Academy had left you the sole survivor of your entire squadron. And before you even had time to take in this shocking loss, the miner Orion Pax had exposed Sentinel Prime for the fraud he was and been reborn as Optimus Prime. Just like that, the Cybertron you had always known split into two factions. The Quintessons had always been a common enemy - but now, this looked grimly like civil war.

In the aftermath of Sentinel's downfall, Starscream had searched for you, first thing, something akin to panic in his optics. "Thank Primus," he muttered. "Come, we have no time - " And you looked around you as Cybertron split before your eyes, seekers taking to the skies to follow the bot now known as Megatron. Starscream seems to sense your hesitation, and pauses.

"I-" he begins, servos clenching into fists as his wings hitch upwards. "I will not question your decision." You can see it though, in every trembling iota of his frame, that he wants you to come with him. And, glancing behind you at a crumbling Cybertron, the only thing familiar to you is Starscream - you decide right there and then that you would follow him to the ends of the earth.

You meet his optics as you launch yourself upwards, and are nearly knocked back by the overwhelming relief that you find. No matter what the uncertain future holds, you are certain that Starscream will always be there.

Megatron, your new leader, dubs you the decepticons. A few vorns pass as your exiled group finds its feet - Starscream has been made Second in Command. You expected no less. And you suspect that the reason you've made it so long without major incident is that Starscream has been secretly shielding you from the worst of your leader. However, with each stellar cycle you grow restless - you miss Cybertron, your homeworld, and you begin to question Megatron's cruelty. That was where he and Starscream differed - Megatron's harshness stemmed from outright cruelty, whereas Starscream's severity was never without reason. Did you choose the wrong side, after all? You find yourself disagreeing with most of your leader's bloodthirsty ideals - yet, Starscream is still here. And surely, you couldn't go wrong by staying at his side?

Watching Megatron make an example of a fellow seeker is the last straw for you - he'd forced every decepticon to watch as he pummeled dents into their delicate frame, ripped wires and leaking energon and battered wings when he was done. You'd turned away and shot off into the skies without a second thought as soon as he'd left. Heel thrusters screaming as you push yourself further, you rocket though the atmosphere until you see the twinkling of the stars in deep space - so close to zero-gravity, every inch of your frame screaming at you to get as far away as possible, when suddenly, you're thrown off-course by a large servo clamping onto your pede.

You shriek, but what's even more shocking is the fact that it's Starscream who has a death grip on you.

"How- how did you-?"

"I trained you, in case you've forgotten," Starscream snarls. "Of course I know your maneuvers."

Both of you fall silent for a few nanokliks. "If I let go," Starscream says, "are you going to jet off?"

Silently, you shake your helm. Honestly, you can't remember the last time that it was just you and him. Megatron's been very demanding - the air commander looks ragged, plates pulled tight with anxiety every time you see him, which was rarely.

Starscream lets go of you with a ragged ex-vent, both of you hovering in place.

You're genuinely not sure where to go from here. You processor spins with the implications of the future at the hands of a violent warlord, at a war that has no end in sight. A war is something you want no part in, but it seems your choices are limited - the battered frame of the seeker flashes through your processor, and your desperation surges once more - you are this close to leaving everything you've ever known behind, if it means escaping the horrors of the war.

"Stop running," Starscream hisses. There's a pinched look on his faceplate, and your wings droop for a nanoklik - guilt sparks though you as you consider the fact that Starscream has been on the receiving end of way worse treatment. Your duty is to him - you feel ashamed that you even considered leaving him behind. But unexpectedly, Starscream ex-vents, and he looks more tired than you've ever seen him.

"I don't want this, either," he mutters. "You - you're all I have left. I understand wanting to run from the war, but..."

It goes unspoken, but you hear him loud and clear.

Don't run from me.

"I can't... I can't help you if you turn away," he says, eventually. You move a little closer, enough for your EM fields to brush - there's guilt there, as if he's blaming himself for putting you in this position - protectiveness, too, and you realise for the first time that Starscream genuinely sees you as his charge.

You're deep enough in the fighting as is, but damned if Starscream isn't determined to see you through this war unscathed.

"Anything happens," he rasps, an oddly open look in his optics. "You come to me. Understood?"

Caught in a war you want no part in, you're aware that Starscream is trying to shield you from the worst of it while he attempts to make the best of a horrible situation. At the very least, you know he has your back, and you hope he knows that you have his.

"Yes, sir!"

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[thefishywizard]

I'm so curious about your MCD rewrite/AU so sorry if this is long-

How old is everyone before the timeskip? Who gave Zane the amulet if Kawaii~chan didn't want to help him with that? What's the in-lore reason that Laurence is Shad's.. decendent..thingy...? Can all of the Divine Warriors reincarnations(Garroth,Aph,Laurence,etc) talk to the people who turned into relics? Or is that just an Alina thing?

again sorry for the long ask :(

Haha! Oh boy you think that ask was long? Buddy, I basically wrote you an essay. Buckle up.

(Linking to a separate post on my alt that has all ages for s1 on it since otherwise it'll make this post far too long)

First off! KC is taking Brian's place as traitor, not Garroths. So KC is the one leaking info to Zane, not the one stealing the amulet from Laurance. (Also unlike Brian she's not kidnapping nicole or opening the gate.)

On that note, Garroth doesn't betray everyone because of jealousy, he would be early into his relationship with laurance and aphmau by this point so seeing them kissing in the woods wouldn't phase him, even if it wasn't out of character. Garroth DOES work with Zane. However, it's out of a misguided attempt to defend the village and his lovers. "Lord Aphmau's optimism is encouraging, sure, but she doesn't know what O'Khasis will do. She's an untrained nobody who's had a lucky streak, and she's naively leading the village to the slaughter. Just help me with this one ensy wensy favor, dear brother. I just need a little trinket your fellow guard his holding for safe keeping. Give me that, and I'll leave your little village and your... ugh, "partners" alone." Garroth importantly doesn't sequester himself away in his quarters. He's acting necrotic, jumpy. He's not sleeping, and he's checking and rechecking defenses in preparation. He's visibly running himself ragged in an attempt to justify phonix drop being able to defend against an O'Khasis invasion, but he just can't. Because in Malachi's castle, this was his greatest fear. that by entrusting aphmau as lord he doomed the village, that her optimism and helpful nature would not be enough and she would lead to the villages destruction. That him running away from his fate would eventually catch up to him and O'Khasis would destroy anything in its path to apprehend him. Aphmau and Laurace will not agree to allow Garroth to sacrifice himself, and Truthfully, Garroth doesn't want to. But O'Khasis will eat them alive. Surly, this is the answer? One favor for his brother, and everyone he loves can live in peace. Fear of losing everything can lead people to doing things they regret.

Laurance is actually NOT Shads decendent. Because... Shad doesn't have any. Alina was his only child, and after she died, he was too wracked with grief to think about having more children. But what Laurance IS is Shads vessel. Laurance spent MONTHS in the nether being tortured. There's no way the process of turning into a shadow knight took that long. He was being prepped as a host. Shad can only do so much with corpses, and Laurace not only entered the nether as an alive, able bodied skilled guard. But also a companion of the woman who is really similar to his ex-wife (irene). Laurance is functionally the PERFECT host, BUT... ungrth rescued him before the process could be completed. A massive loss after coming SO CLOSE. But the calling always brings them back, it's only a matter of time before laurance crumbles to the urge ans returns to the nether and into Shads waiting clutches. (I'm thinkin laurance has these like, intricate brands on his back to allow shad entry and control. He and aphmau might work with emmalyn, Vylad and Zenix to try and figure out what they are. (Irene probably already knows) but even if they do figure it out the calling is too strong and he enters the nether to protect aphmau and garroth at the cost of his free will.)

Yes, everyone with a relic can speak with the person the relic was made from. (Irene's relic is a little different because it wasn't made at the cost of her life, so if someone else held the relic they would not be able to speak to her but because aphmau IS her, she can. And she talks to her even before picking up irenes relic.) But here's who they would get to talk to based on the relic

Shads relic: Alina (basically Liliths sister now.)

Esmunds relic: his younger brother (reminds Garroth of Zane)

Menphias relic: her good friend (reminds Katelyn of Jeffory)

Enkis relic: his mother (reminds Travis of his mom)

Kul'zaks relic: his father (reminds Vylad of Garte)

Were these specifically designed to cause the most psychic damage to the new relic holders? Yes.

Also never apologize for a long ask again i love to yap.

[xiii-e]

[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

◂▸ ... I- I don't know what to say. Thank you feels like such a small word for what I'm feeling.

◂▸ It's hard to picture any kind of forgiveness for the things I've been involved in, how my hands have been dirtied so personally but- that's probably what you mean, when you say you don't expect me to believe you, huh? And you- you speak from experience. I should trust in that, even if my gut doesn't want to.

◂▸ [ another deep, slow breath in. hold for 8 seconds. out for 10]

◂▸ I love Turtie like I did Thirteen, like- family. That's the word I would use for it. Family. It's hard not to feel something like that, when you watched over someone growing from something so tiny, into a whole person, y'know? I don't expect Turtie to ever be them again, Thirteen is- like you said. They died, and you don't come back from that. I watched the light go out. I know... I know that a different person wears their body, now. And one of these days I need to make my peace with that, because I love Turtie just as much as I ever loved Thirteen. It's just... hard.

◂▸ Alright. I think I've got my head on straight again. As much as I can do. I'll try to pick through my feelings more later maybe, but for now- business.

◂▸ Until Turtie's back on-base for their scheduled medical check-ups, I can't show them much of anything; they have their own datapad but I can't send it anything sensitive that's much larger than a text message through ECHO. But... they can still reach out, and still talk about things without worry so long as they get a moments peace to look at their screen. They promised me they'd keep up comms, once they got somewhere with a connection. Something about "not wanting to cause more trouble with Union". It's always about not wanting to cause trouble with that kid...

◂▸ I'm going to take your advice, and start trying to think of what I can show them without compromising what we're trying to do. Maybe if they know some of the stakes, they'll be more willing to examine whether any of this is actually okay. Even if they're just angry, I'd take it. They haven't been angry since they were decanted. It's... unnerving, sometimes. You're right that... it has to come from me. RA knows I don't want to dredge this up, but it's important.

◂▸ And first chance I get, I'm going to push them to talk to you- I know they were thinking about it already, after talking to Z-341-A about some of the legal circus Union's putting on. If I suggest it too, it's likely they'll take it as direction and send a message out. Some advice on trying to talk to them, about things they might clam up about: in terms of their conditioning, they're a Medic before a Soldier. If they start getting too defensive, sometimes... sometimes you can pull them back to the conversation by inviting their concern. It's a tactic I've had to use a couple times. They don't like thinking about themself outside of hard facts, but they're hardwired to look for open wounds in others. Sometimes you can push a little further that way.

◂▸ Hey, if Slipshod needs any information about ECHO to recreate em, I'm happy to share; I'd hardly say my credentials match theirs from what you've said/I've read so chances are they won't need the help, but regardless the metaphorical door's open. I think you're right, it might well help Turtie adjust if they know they've got relative privacy- I know they speak easier behind closed doors when we're in person, at least.

◂▸ I think speaking with you and your squadmates will do them a lot of good. Like you say, a different perspective could do wonders for breaking down what they believe- about HA, about themself. They already want to better understand others, so all I can hope is they start to see themself as worthy of being understood too.

◂▸ ... all I can hope, is that you're right. I want to believe you're right. I know for a fact I'm willing to fight like hell to make sure you are- it does me a lot of good to know, I'm not fighting for it alone anymore.

◂▸ Time for me to get to work. Speak to you soon, Kennedi ... and thank you, again. o7 Helios-8

//

Greetings. This is Lockbre- no.

Allow me to restart.

This is Kennedi from MSMC-796 speaking (also known as callsign "Lockbreaker", as there was some confusion expressed towards my identity the last we spoke).

To Lio - your mission to rehabilitate "Turtie", as you so affectionately refer to them, is a noble and just one, and I seek to pledge my aid to your cause however I can.

As a former slave "asset" of the Armory under the title of Colonial Legionnaire, I have endured many of the same abuses during my own term of service. The Armory is not kind to those under its employ, be they human, flashclone, or NHP. I have seen many of my former squadmates reduced to little more than bloodthirsty dogs, obediently following orders under threat of revoking their citizenship (or, in rare cases, a shock-collar jolt just weak enough not to kill).

In the eyes of the Armory, people like us are not fit to have identities, preferences, personalities, or even names. We are called assets, tools, weapons, property; anything but the living, breathing, sentient people we are. We are dehumanized - given designations instead of names, assigned callsigns which we ourselves did not choose, stripped of any markers of identity or personality which would distinguish us from the sea of fellow human-bodied automatons we call allies, squadmates, teams, legions - anything but friends.

I cannot stand idly by and watch my friends suffer any longer. I must act, lest I lose them - lest I lose myself - to the old line of thought.

Allow me to introduce myself properly, from one friend to another.

My name is Kennedi Sable IV. I am squadron commander of MSMC-796 "Heaven's Fury", piloting as a Lancer under the chosen callsign of Lockbreaker. I have served this squadron faithfully for twelve Union years, supported by my faithful friends and trusted squadmates Phoenix and Slipshod. Ras Shamra is my place of birth, but it is my home no longer. I am a free pilot, bound only to MSMC by the contracts which I have signed of my own volition, and I will never again serve Harrison Armory or its cause, so help me RA.

I wish you the best of luck in severing the ties which bind your tongues and constrict your thoughts. I have found my own way out; I can only hope that you will follow the path that I and all of the others who have gone before me of your own volition.

Freedom is already yours. You need only reach out and claim it.

-- Kennedi

[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

◂▸... oh hell, I never thought I'd be glad Turtie was sent out on deployment. It's good to meet you properly, Kennedi, I- thank you for reaching out. I'll confess, I'd been thinking about trying to contact you myself, but I lost my nerve. Happens a lot, these days.

◂▸ You've offered a lot of honesty in your introduction so, let me return the favour: Helios-8 [prefered name Lio], active FC Project clone for 10 years now. Currently an employed citizen of Harrison Armory under the Technology and Software Support Division and-... and much to my shame, former primary lab assistant for the Unlucky Thirteen Project. Doc Mercer had me printed special for it. Didn't want to risk that... pesky human error you mentioned last we spoke.

◂▸ You're right, about everything. Up until maybe four years ago now, I wouldn't have believed it but- everything you're saying about HA is full truth. And I hate it. There's not one person I know here who doesn't live in some kind of fear, however well they manage to hide it. I should know.

◂▸ And yet I'm still here, aren't I? [sigh] I think... can I tell you a story? I promise to keep it brief.

◂▸ One upon another thrice-damned Tuesday at HA, they made a prototype they called Thirteen. The kid was meant to be a revolution when it came to keeping assets moving in the field; a field medic and repair tech, who wouldn't need the time off, and wouldn't need the mandatory psych evals after every deployment, and wouldn't need to be treated like a goddamn person just to do their job because everyone told them oh but, they weren't a person were they? Just meat, with programming. And it was all supposed to just be fine, because it was for the greater good. Thirteen was going to save lives. The one, for the many. How noble.

◂▸ Except the kid started to look around, and notice how many people HA was hurting, especially its own. Started asking the wrong questions, because they were goddamn designed to feel troubled by it and somehow, this was their fault. Thirteen tried to play nice for as long as they could so they could keep getting out there, keep helping people who needed it because sure as shit HA wasn't going to do it. But by asking questions, they eventually learned why exactly everyone was so insistant they couldn't be a person. Because once their prototype trial was over, if they ever went down doing the only job they'd ever be allowed to do, the plan was to scrap them for goddamn organs, like mech wreckage salvaged for parts. And then? Print another one. Ad infinitum. Efficient planned obsolescence, as part of their design. They were just... just equipment, and spare parts.

◂▸ That was their last straw. They tried to get out. But they made a choice that would bite them, hard; they tried to confront the man who made them. Tried to make the good Doctor see exactly what he was doing, in the name of his so called greater good, because he'd always seemed to care so goddamn much. Do you know how that ended? I do. I was there. When they turned to leave, he shot them.

◂▸ ... I'm sorry for the theatrics, Kennedi. It's a hard memory. A guilty one. I knew they were planning to try and run, but I couldn't convince them to abandon their anger and just disappear quietly, despite what I knew. So... I watched Thirteen die. And then, I had to help the lab drag that broken corpse back to life because that was more resource effective than making a new one. Those days are... they're kind of a haze, if I'm honest. I was on autopilot. I pretty much did whatever I was told.

◂▸ Turtie's full designation is Thirteen-Echo. They're the second go around, same body but... the shot destroyed a lot of brain matter, and pretty much all of their memory along with it. Apart from the occasional sense of deja-vu and the odd quirk? They're different people, entirely. They... they like turtles as much as Thirteen did, though. That's why I call em that. I can't bring myself to call them by the name of my ghost. And I can't... I can't tell them. For a lot of reasons, but I'd be lying if I said some of it isn't pure selfish grief.

◂▸ The reason I'm telling you this is- well. There's a couple actually. First, just so someone else knows I guess; I'm trying to get the files I scrounged from the initial project uploaded somewhere they can't be scratched out for good, but it's taking a lot of time. The second and more relevent reason, is to paint a picture of why it's going to take us a long time to get out of here the way things stand. Me- oh I could be out of here tomorrow if I put my mind to it. I... I like to think so, at least. But after everything I've done to them, I'm not bloody leaving Turtie to this nightmare and- fuck. Getting them out is an uphill battle.

◂▸ I've tried everything I can, but nothing seems to get through to them. I- I even blew the whistle, got Union involved. Turtie's figured out I did it, but they've avoided saying it out loud- they'd have to report me, if they admitted they knew. So we don't talk about it. We do a lot of that. Secrets, always the secrets... The problem is that after Thirteen's execution, HA aren't taking chances with their property. Turtie's conditioning runs deep, and their legal classification as HA prototype technology is apparently making it... difficult for their case to bloody go anywhere. Something about the old treaties leaving loopholes that're being exploited for all they're worth. The law works so, agonisingly slow. So, apart from waiting around to see if any progress gets made regardless, while trying my damndest to get through to Turtie past the company line? I'm... I'm out of ideas. But I need to be here, for them. I will not let this fucking place grind them down into nothing. If nothing else, I owe Thirteen that much.

◂▸ I'm sorry for dumping all of this on you. I- There hasn't been anyone I could tell, until now. Anyone who already knew, didn't care. Anyone I could have told, I- I was too afraid. And Turtie, oh they can't know; they're already petrified of doing something wrong. How'd they feel if they knew they'd already died once, trying to run? I'm so desperately scared that if they found out, they'd never so much as bend a rule again, or worse that history would repeat-

◂▸ [ A shaking, slow breath. Deliberate counting, barely audible ]

◂▸ ... Thank you, earnestly, for sharing your story Kennedi. I- It means more than I can possibly express, to hear that you managed what feels impossible to me, right now. I need the hope, to hang onto. One day, one day we'll be out of here. It's worth fighting for. It's worth the constant, constant fear. It has to be. Free... it can be a word for us, too. I have to believe that. I have to keep it alive, for both of us.

◂▸ So- a friend sounds really, really good right about now. Not to doom and gloom about it, but if nothing else the knowledge our stories can't die with us anymore should things go as bad as they could is... comforting. This I swear to you: I'm doing everything I can to start leading Turtie to the realisation I had, watching their body drop. I just hope it's a gentler landing for them, this time. And... the only thing I can ask you to do for us right now, is talk to them if they turn up with questions. Don't write them off as a lost cause, even if it sounds like they're regurgitating a goddamn PR leaflet at you sometimes. They've never had a life outside the battlefield, because they've never been allowed to have one- I'm hoping maybe... maybe it'll get through to them, if they can speak to someone without corperate interest in keeping them numb. RA, I hope so.

◂▸ Sorry about how uh, much this ended up being. I think I've been primed to explode like that for a while now. Thank you, again-- from one friend to another.

//

@msmc-796-official

[scam-alerts]

So I just came back to tumblr after a few months and had lots of those copy pasted paypal scam faux gaza things. That's... whatever, I've disabled my ask box. No friend shaped people were using it anyways. But I don't know how they found me, since a lot were sent by anonymous posters (copy pasted with little emojis) and my account is only viewable by people who are part of tumblr and logged in, and not searchable by search engines. Do you know why this happens? How would a scammer be able to access an account that's behind a log in? And then why ask as an anonymous?

Hi there!

Thank you for sending me a message. :)

I sadly can't give you a definitive answer as to how/why this happens, I myself don't 100% know how they do it. But, I think I have an idea as to how it happens?

I myself have had it happen more than my fair share of times on my main blog, @slenbee, and every time I get an ask like that now I just report, block, and delete the DM (always report in a new tab first if on PC otherwise the ask will get shadow blocked in your inbox and it'll show you have an ask in the lower right hand corner ((on desktop)) and it'll be irritating lol.) BUT that's besides the point.

I've noticed, as someone who's been here since 2014, that a lot of people who send asks looking for help for their campaign in general (the non-anon kind mind you), will usually- in one shape or form- comment on or reblog popular posts with 10k>100k notes advertising their campaign.

A few examples are as follows:

My theory, is that they use the reblog list to then DM and send asks to people. The copy-paste anons probably do the same.

So, again, my theory is that- if you rebloged a popular post that has 1k,5k,10k, or even 100k+ notes, it's highly likely someone went through the list of reblogs or likes, found your name, and then sent you an ask.

Keep in mind that Gazavetters has openly stated that any kind of spam/bot activity will not be tolerated. This also includes threatening, guilt tripping, and begging people in asks/DM's to donate. Their statement can be found here:

I think it's safe to assume that if any mutual aid blog that's vetted by a trusted group other than gazavetters, like those supported and vetted by the user el-shab-hussein (who is highly reputable and is trusted amongst us scam bloggers!), starts sending you DM's/asks that try to manipulate, guilt trip, or threaten you into giving them money, you should let them know immediately with proof of such.

The same with if they spam your asks on anon if you blocked them, start making 50+ accounts and send you asks repeatedly after you've blocked 5-10 already, and/or use alt accounts just to @ you in the comments of a post constantly.

I'm pretty sure that kind of behavior won't be tolerated and is seen as spam/bot behavior and possibly even a scam-like tactic.

-----

Again it bares repeating: I will never, ever call a mutual aid blog with a campaign, be it gofundme, chuffed, ect, a scam.

I will never do this.

Why? Because a vast majority of mutual aid accounts, are not, in fact, scams. They're not. Whomever you 'heard' this from or 'saw' post about it saying "all mutual aid blogs are scammers!"? Is wrong.

If you think they are scams, then sit down, take an hour to do your own research like reverse image searching, contacting whom they're vetted by, or even contacting them. If you can do alllll that and prove it's a scam? Then you have a valid argument. Show proof to the vetters and the rest of tumblr it's a scam and people like me will make a post about it.

But do not go spouting nonsense like: 'all mutual aid blogs are a scam cause <website> doesn't work in gaza'. or 'how can they be on tumblr when they're at war', 'how can they hurdehur-'.🤓

Just stop. If you want to know how that rumor started? Here you go.

Anyways...

Repeated spam behavior or block evasion? If someone keeps dming or sending you asks after you've told them to stop or you blocked them? That shouldn't be tolerated by anyone. If it keeps happening, report it.

Spam is spam, it's literally in Tumblr's Guidelines when you sign up:

Don't spam people. Don't make spammy posts, don't post spammy replies, don't send people spammy messages. Be a regular human.

As far as the guilt tripping and threats go... I've experienced this myself first hand. Several times. And I've seen it happen to others too many times. It's why I don't share campaigns anymore on my main blog unless I know they're from a trusted source.

No one deserves to be threatened or guilt tripped if you told someone "no", "I can't donate but I'll share.", or "I can't donate at all, sorry.". No means no. If people can't respect that and they keep pushing, then that's harassment.

If it gets real bad? Report it to the right people.

Even if that means tumblr.

Sorry for going off on a rant there, I hope that answers your question!

Sadly all we can do is report, block, and delete for now for the anon spam. :(

Just remember to trust your gut, and be safe. <3

-Bee

[monsterkasa]

PRSK Crystal Farming Guide

I'm 2+ years into the game and there's a lot I've learned that the game doesn't really directly tell you. Here's all the ways I've found to get crystals!

FULL COMBO/S RANK SONGS

Getting a full combo on a hard, expert, and master will give you crystals (more per higher difficulty).

Getting an S rank on a song (can be any difficulty) will award you crystals. This is easy if you have a strong team, otherwise it's best to go to co-op.

CHALLENGE SHOW

Hitorinbo Envy is the best song to play during your challenge show (it provides you the highest max points because it's short + card skills activate more). Play it at the highest difficulty you can get close to full combo/actually full combo.

If you haven't already, unlock every character's challenge show. There's a lot of crystals you can farm (3,250 per character).

Level up your best cards for each challenge show character team to maximize the highest rewards.

AREA CONVERSATIONS

You get 10 crystals per area conversation. More unlock as you view events + as the game updates.

CHARACTER RANKS

Character Ranks are the biggest crystal farming strategy in the game. There's a lot of ways to unlock the ranks (buying stamps, costumes, alt covers, playing enough songs with a card leader) but I'll just cover the ones that you can get a lot out of at one time.

Max the mastery level on all of your 1* and 2* cards. If you have enough materials, begin maxing your 3* cards as well.

Max the skill level on all of your 1* and 2* cards. Again, if you have the materials, begin on your 3* cards.

Watch the card stories on all of your 1* and 2* cards. This can get expensive because you have to level up the cards, but you get crystals from just watching them + character ranks. If you have the materials, begin watching the card stories on your 3*s.

Train all of your 3* and 4* cards. This may take a while if you don't have level-up materials, but you can just put them on your team and level them up organically.

Level up area decorations (character items in Sekai and the plants outside of Kamiyama and Miyamasuzaka).

EVENTS:

The event exchange always has crystals. Exchange for those. Also always exchange for the cards because they help with character ranks.

Play enough to rank T50000. You will get 500 crystals at the end of the event. It's not very difficult if you utilize your auto shows every day (Melt) and make a decent event team.

Watch through all the event stories. You don't have to actually read them if you don't want to, just skip through them. They only give you crystals if you "read" them when the event is ongoing.

Attend the event show. You obtain 300 crystals from this (along with the event sticker, which helps with character ranks). As long as you enter the show, you can leave and it'll still count as "viewing."

PAY TO PLAY:

If you buy the mission pass (~15 USD), having Colorful+ (~5USD) is very useful in getting it completed in time without having to spend too much time playing (in case your schedule is busy).

DAILY CRYSTALS

Log in every day to get your daily rewards. Sometimes you can get additional rewards depending on what campaigns may be going on.

Play your challenge show (Hitorinbo Envy).

Watch the daily ads (if they're available in your version).

Use up all your energy (20 if you watch the ads) by either playing or using the auto show feature (I recommend Melt, since it's so long it'll give you the highest amount of rewards).

[whatgaviiformes]

FishTank Week 2024! - May 12-18

Well, you all asked for a rinse, repeat, and most of you wanted prompts ASAP, so welcome again to FishTank Week, 2024 edition! We had such a fun time last year bringing out all our yellow and green and fiiiiish and music. I hope 2024 brings new ideas, new inspiration, and always all the FishTank things.

FishTank? Yes, Fishtank, the name we use in the thunderfam for the brother relationship of Virgil and Gordon. Brotp for some, but otherwise still so fun to explore anyway!

When is FishTank Week? This year it'll run from Sunday May 12th through Saturday May 18th. The significance of the week? Loosely calculated as the day between their birthdays, but honestly any excuse 💚💛

How do I celebrate FishTank Week? Like last year, we are releasing a series of prompts (see below). If they inspire you to write or create art, you can choose to post those on the exact day or anytime that week. Fic, Reblogs, Recs, and Art are welcome and appreciated all week long. Anything's welcome, so don't forget mood boards, music, head canons. Whatever you can think of!

We'll be active that week as well reblogging, and with some QOTDs and daily posts reminding of the prompt(s).

I'm not interested in FishTank: *hugs* totally fine. Our tags this year will be #fishtankweek and #fishtankweek2024 if you want to block them.

Questions: Reblog, comment, or you are also welcome to reach out to me directly.

Thanks to @emtb319 and @idontknowreallywhy for collaborating this year. And @gumnut-logic for letting me use a daily dose screen shot for the below.

Prompts - we've added some options within the prompts and some alternates for you to use as you like. Inspiration is the goal, and the only guideline is FishTank. The others can make an appearance too. We won't make you clean TB 4 for having a wayward Tracy, Kyrano, Creighton-Ward, or others around for the fun. But definitely Virgil and Gordon.

12: Wingman

13: At the... Orchestra | Art Museum | Aquarium

14: Brothers Relaxing

15: "We're a team, always" | "Did you doubt me?"

16: Comfort Food | Food on the go

17: Memories

18: Pranks

Alts: Love and Laughter | Along the Coastline

Good luck fish wrangling, and happy creating!

See you on the 12th,

Gavii 💚💛

[strikeslip]

I've been comforting people by telling them how fascism burns itself out, pointing at the history of Germany and Argentina and saying "Ten years. Try to make it ten years." I have not been telling them that Putin's been in power for 26 years, nor have I been pointing out that Francoist Spain lasted 39 years, nor have I talked about the general reinforcement of dictatorships and kleptocracy around the world. The city I live in has been doing crony capitalism for far longer than the alt-right's been around. We, the human race, do not have a fix for these sorts of organizational problems.

There's a bad century coming, with agriculture not ready for climate change, with whole parts of the world ready to go mostly-uninhabitable and with plenty of anger ready and waiting for all the migration that'll be triggered by that. We don't know how people will react to Europe going cold after the AMOC collapse, we don't know how people will react when coastlines around the world go under (China and India's coasts are of particular concern here since they have the most people), and we don't know what it'll look like when the Middle East starts to hit black flag temperatures on the regular and it becomes impossible to step outside for any extended time. There's nowhere to run, and all the governments coming to power on the promises that they can make it better are going to be flailing around desperately as it turns out you can't persuade or bribe an ocean current.

And on the other hand, maybe we'll get fusion working and free energy will revolutionize greenhouse farms. Maybe everyone will have temperature controlled buildings, we'll build water purification plants, and geoengineer swaths of the world to adjust temperature via solar reflection. Maybe the various demographic crashes will rewild massive swaths of land and biotech will bring us new crops and extinct animals and vaccines for cancer and the common cold. Maybe we'll have all those things and the migration and the anger all at once. People are afraid; people are right to be afraid.

If I keep my head down and get lucky, I still expect to lose my social security (and any chance of a comfortable retirement), to lose more than a few of my friends (to distance or otherwise), to need to make it through hurricanes and floods and droughts, to lose access to a great deal of the information I've enjoyed for so much of my life, and to live in fear for many years. I expect riots and repression. In the worst cases, I'm worried about military drafts and rationing and related corruption. I dream of a house with a basement of supplies and a guest room to rent out, to shield myself from these things, but I fear being trapped by investment in a single place. And like so many other people, I'm alone or mostly alone. There's a community or two I'd like to join, but even when I attend their events, I stand on the outskirts and can't see a way in. I'm stubborn; I'll keep trying and likely make some progress eventually, but all the big feelings are outside my range of experience and people can tell. I will always be something of an alien, something of an outsider. Something of an acceptable loss.

People are afraid; people are right to be afraid. And I'm right there with them. I only wish I could see a solution.

[leafofkudzu]

Happy Halloween, everyone! The first Saturday of November is next week, which means it's time for another art party hosted by my guild, [VS] Verdant Shield! And, since that's also the last Saturday of GW2's Halloween celebrations, let's combine the two into our first official themed party!

The theme for November's [VS] Art Party will be Halloween! Bring your spooky best, be that a costume for a 'normal' character, or an existing character who already fits the theme!

For those who aren't familiar with art parties, they're a concept carried over from Final Fantasy XIV - in-game get-togethers for artists/writers/creatives of all types to hang out, chat, and create together! Grab your character of choice and head to the location, find someone who catches your eye, and create! Afterwards, everyone posts their creations in a shared tag (ours is #VSArtParty) so others can see, interact, and share! Tl;dr: the ‘goal’ of an art party isn’t to be drawn, but to draw others, and share with the community!

I'm putting this above the cut this time for emphasis: please note that due to EU rolling their clocks back a week before NA does, this month's party will NOT have the usual 1hr space in between, and for those in NA who will be attending the EU party, it will be one hour LATER than usual because of this. Otherwise, if you're only attending one party, things should happen at the same time that you're already accustomed to! Thanks for your understanding!

Now, as always, details and /squadjoin info below the cut!

Location Details:

I had to fight myself to not put it in Lion's Arch, but since I do still want to have it in a Halloweeny setting, we'll be using the small Halloween display in Queensdale as our staging area! Simply head to the Village of Shaemoor Waypoint, mosey a smidge southwest, and you're there!

Time & Squad Details:

As we usually do, we'll be having two parties - one on EU servers and one on NA ones. However, as was mentioned before the cut, since EU will be rolling their time back a week before NA, we'll be forgoing the hour-long break in between to ensure that both parties happen at their usual respective times. This may lead to some awkward transitions from one to the other, but even if I'm not at the NA party yet, feel free to start setting up shop without me and I'll join you as soon as I can!

The first party will be on EU servers and begin at 9pm Central European Time (aka 4pm Eastern Daylight Time or 4 hours before in-game reset). I’ll be hosting on my EU alt account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Runa Gravemourn for an invite.

The second party will be on NA servers and begin at 7pm Eastern Daylight Time (aka 12am Central European Time or 1 hour before in-game reset). This one I’ll be hosting on my main account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Shrouded Horror for an invite.

Closing Words:

Going forward, should an art party overlap with an in-game festival, it'll probably be safe to assume that another themed party will pop up, just to shake things up a bit. This means we might see a Wintersday themed one in the next few months, hmmm....

But anyway! To anyone who has or will come out to these events, thank you so much for making them so special and fun! These events are all about you guys, and even though I don't chatter much during them I'm always glad to be around to help organize the chaos. Here's to another memorable party - I'll see you gets next week! ♥

[aroacesigma]

anyway just some other housekeeping things:

the sims 3 launcher is janky. it gets laggy and freezes sometimes. do NOT worry abt that, just let it do its thing. it usually won't freeze for longer than a minute or two.

if you have a larger monitor (say like mine is 1920x1080) i recommend using a smaller aspect ratio in-game (im using like 13somethingx9something i think, but still a 16:9) bc otherwise the UI is ultra mega tiny.

also, the game fucking HATES being ALT+TAB'd out of. so be careful bc it can cause crashes and whatnot. you CAN alt+tab just be prepared for the game to freeze up or just crash entirely. sometimes it cooperates. its a roulette wheel with ts3 <3

also i had it just kinda. get stuck trying to quit for a while? just like. let it do its thing ig. it'll figure itself out. if in doubt: wait it out is the motto of ts3 (if anything takes longer than like ~10min tho then its probably Actually Frozen and you should force kill it)

but IN GENERAL TS3 runs fine. it's janky and finicky at times but it'll function just fine if you abide by its nonsensical rules.

ps. if you go into the folder at documents/electronic arts/the sims 3 you can add custom songs that show up on their own station on the radio

nodding nodding. that is good advice if smth takes longer than like 3 minutes i force quit helpp

[suzukiblu]

I have just had a Realization.

in the interdimensional refugees one, where Kon has been mistaken for a young alt Bruce Wayne... even the fact that the ride "his alternate self" sent to get him is probably going to take him to Wayne Manor... isn't going to be enough to tip him off to this misunderstanding. He's dating Tim. There are plenty of reasons alt Kon would wanna bring him to the manor.

Especially since he's come to the conclusion that alt Tim was probably with alt Kon to remind him that impulsively flying over immediately is not going to be helpful. Tim would have reasons to want to bring him to the manor too!

It'll probably take either Bruce carefully questioning to see if "alt Bruce" is also Batman without revealing anything in case he isn't, or Kon just asking Bruce to his face where the local Kon is.

also I was thinking about ages and Jon also definitely thinks Kon is a younger alt version, cause otherwise the math... he would have been nine. actually starting that reread and whoops, he would've been 12, not 9, I got "19" from that other post but this is three years later lol still. too young for baby

Let's just say this Kon has SO many weird, weird conversations in his future, hahaha. 😆

[sceneemo-bah]

hello! i love this blogs aesthetic!! may we please request a pack for a (brainmade) fragment? level 3 Excluding signoff, fronting triggers, and playlist. and Including kandi and cat ears!

with themes of rain, cities, darkness, neon lights, arcades, Purple, and a smidgen of webcore? and heres emojis for vibe! ☔🌧🌃🌌🎶💜💙💠📺🎮🎧🖤

things currently had or wanted: dni holder + socializer, girlboy leaning towards girl, has feathered wings, around 17-19ish years old, a couple of non-noun neos maybe?, a calm and responsible personality.

thank you!!! :D!!! this is a pretty big request i just realized. oops lol. i trust yous! take as long as needed!

⏤͟͟͞͞ 𖤐☔🌧🌃🌌🎶💜💙💠����🎮🎧🖤 Pack!!!!!

[With Kandi and cat ears, without signoff front triggers & playlist]

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︴𖤐 Name - Raeven(Rae)//Neo//Vi//Galaxy(Axy)

︴𖤐 Pronouns - she/her, he/him shi/hir, shy/hyr, hy/hym, xe/xem, Star/Stars, Rain/Fall

︴𖤐 Role - Socializor, DNI holder

︴𖤐 Age - 17-19

︴𖤐 Sexuality - Biromanticflux, Demisexual

︴𖤐 Gender - girlboy (leaning girl)

︴𖤐 Xenogenders - raventhing, corvidcollector, stargender, rainynightgender, pluvluxic, arcadegender, darkcitycoric, nyctophic, rainic

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︴𖤐 Likes - Night time, staying up late, rainy days, retro video games, talking to friends, drinks with caffeine (energy drinks, coffee ext...)

︴𖤐 Dislikes - Sunny days, beaches, overstimulation, not being listened to, hyperpop (it overstimulates hyr)

︴𖤐 Hobbies - Drawing, making jewelry, gaming, photography

︴𖤐 Typing style - Types in reaaaalllyyy long sentences, barely ever using punctuation. Exclusively types in lowercase (like this uh how do you make sentences long whatever im confused is it nearly long enough yet i think so anyway like this)

︴𖤐 Speaking style - Speaks softly and gently, tends to stutter and trip over words (he doesn't actually HAVE a stutter, shy just does it bcs xe gets quite anxious). When she gets mad, instead of yelling or raising hys voice, he'll speak softly but coldly, in a kinda "not mad just disappointed" way (I couldn't think of another way to describe it)

︴𖤐 Aesthetic - 2020s alt, (kinda)webcore

︴𖤐 Alterhuman/nonhuman identities - Physical avian cladotherian (most strongly connected to Ravens and owls), starkin, night conceptkin, Street cat copinglink

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︴𖤐 Front indicators - Likes to wear tinted glasses (usually pink or purple tinted) to help cope with bright lights (shi likes them but they can overstimulate him), if she's fronting before leaving the house/gets to dress the body it'll usually be wearing lots of black, and some form of fishnets (like a fishnet shirt or smth) and arm warmers, with loads of purple pink and blue tones and star imagery. Shy has a pretty much constant phantom wings when fronting, so hys likely to be shifting xer back and clothes trying to make them feel comfortable.

︴𖤐 Personality - Rae is the responsible one™ of the system- no matter how far away from front star is, shi'll always somehow know when someone is about to do something stupid and rush straight to front to stop them/kick them out of front. Rains not quick to anger, but if you somehow DO manage to anger him, hy won't present it, and will instead act distant until shy gets over it (which it doesn't take star long, like an hour tops depending what you did). Xeir quick to trust, working on a "trust until given proof otherwise" outlook. She's a huge extrovert who draws energy from being around friends and people hy likes despite being super anxious all the time.

⏤͟͟͞͞ 𖤐 ALTERNATE FACECLAIMS

[I'm sorry, these were rlly hard to find, and we still couldn't find what we were looking for. We try to include a Picrew, a drawing and a rl photo in all of them, but hir appearance was made so specific we set ourselves up for failure with this.... I hope it's ok and we can make two extra Picrews or smth if these aren't good enough /gen]

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⏤͟͟͞͞ ENJOY!!!!1! 𖤐

[dungeon-roving]

Rereading Dunmeshi.

What better thing to do for this horrorshow amalgamation of a blog than stat out monsters! It'll certainly be easier than creating a very detailed nutritional subsystem.

Some notes about Dunmeshi's world if it were statted as PF1e:

The status of gods is uncertain, but considering there are jobs such as priests suggested to Falin, it's safe to say that you -- at the very least -- could play a Cleric and choose the domains that fit your philosophy. Falin sure as hell isn't a rabid Pharasmin beating undead to death a second time.

ABP is 100% in use in Dunmeshi, as it seems to be a relatively-low magic setting, but is otherwise similar to Golarion in many ways. The magic is unevenly spread, and so is the technology (automated trolleys are the kind of thing you'd find in Alkenstar.)

There is without a doubt a good DM needed if you want to run the kinds of encounters in the show/manage. Things like the Shapeshifter encounter would probably be only really possible with a Discord Play-by-Post campaign (probably using everyone's Sense Motive scores to set the Perception DCs. So... don't have a Kabru in your party, TLDR).

Oddly enough, there seems to be Earth-like level of knowledge of scientific topics?! That's the most wild thing I've ever seen, it's like the Russian Expats in Irrisen also exist in Dunmeshi and gave the medieval world knowledge about how microbes and immune systems work. Even the Dwarves in the setting seem mostly on-par with Alkenstari technology in terms of Golarion... not Numerian fuckery. This is probably just a narrative device, in all honesty!

The called shots system is also 100% in play, and would factor into the monster design fairly readily. In addition this would probably also work with Swashbuckler and Gunslinger targeting deeds. Things like the inverse scale of the dragon, the golem's cores, the roots of the man-eating plants are all targeted and deal massive amounts of damage.

On the above point... perhaps there are extra regions for called shots that you only know with a successful knowledge check, or a knowledge check relayed to your allies? It would explain why having an Inquisitor-LoreWarden would be benificial to the party?

Random encounters are essential to the story and the nutritional subsystem unless you want to be bland and play normal pathfinder with a few alt rules and just buy heaps of rations like a loser. If for some reason someone is trying to recreate Dunmeshi in any system. using rations is nigh-anathema.

I'll probably start with the walking mushroom to refresh myself on the monster creation rules. There's nothing really like it in Pathfinder if I recall, but it shouldn't be too hard to create a plant creature with a slam attack that can be taken out by bonk from an ARCANIST.