#rectifier: in bloom

[beardyplaysgames]

WIP of Greer from Rectifier: In Bloom. I picked this game up the other day. As I learn to code my own VN (with a silly game with my friend and I in it) I love looking at other people's to see what they've done. I'm nowhere near skilled enough to code like they do or draw like they do, but I do love these stories. Just started Greer's route.

[rectifier-vn]

Why the game isn't in itchio anymore? QnQ

All is well friend! So we have decided to totally remaster/update the game, and it's release is June 30th 2025! The old build is still available here- it's a link in the devlog and an explanation as to why.

TLDR; the old page is ugly, and the build bad and only works for Windows. Come June 30th, there will be a mac, windows, and android build! It'll be entirely in Renpy with new added content such as scenes, CG art, music, and some few surprises! The best way to keep up with all things Rectifier is here and to follow Meant to Bee Studios on Itch. Excited to share more all throughout June!

[lenlen403]

more rectifier artdump (i think this is all of them, for now) @rectifier-vn

[radicalhighway-moved]

i am going to materialize within the vicinity of my qpp in august

[bethanydelleman]

I think the asker of this question really doesn't get Jane Austen. I sincerely believe that one of Austen's main points is that the way women are judged as candidates for marriage is ridiculous and unlikely to bring happiness.

How realistic Pride and Prejudice really is? I mean, it's very well written, but I have a hard time taking the love part of the story seriously when I know that in real life, there would be 0.0000000000001% chance of a man of Darcy's calibre in that era proposing to a poor, average looking and unaccomplished young lady like Lizzy.

Let's pretend that does actually describe Elizabeth

Beauty? It failed Mr. Bennet

Wealth? What did that get Mrs. Bennet? She's hardly happy. Can you imagine what kind of marriage Mr. Darcy would have with Anne de Bourgh? Is there a snowball's chance in hell that he'd be happy and fulfilled in that relationship?

Accomplishments? You mean the thing that Caroline Bingley has? That any girl can acquire as long as you throw her in a prestigious enough school? Something that is wielded by most as a mere tool to secure a good marriage but rarely loved in it's own merit? What is that worth?

The value of Elizabeth Bennet is her intellectual compatibility with Mr. Darcy. The value of Fanny Price is her deep morality and sincere affection. The value of Anne Elliot is not her bloom that faded but her cultivated mind and her compassion. The value of Elinor Dashwood is her mental strength in the face of adversity. The value of Marianne Dashwood is her ability to love whole-hardheartedly. The value of Catherine Morland is her honesty, candour, and love. The value of Emma Woodhouse is not in her wealth but her determination to rectify her mistakes and her selfless care of her father.

Lady Middleton's pianoforte sits untouched since her accomplishments secured her a baronet; Willoughby finds wealth cannot fully compensate for the lack of love; and beauty is ephemeral. Those were never good criteria for securing lasting happiness and Jane Austen knew it and said it!

[gay-dorito-dust]

hii can you do morgie/ hook (seperate) and the reader is like a goody two shoes and like really shy and they notice her because shes friends with ella and bridget

Morgie le Fay’s head perked up much like that of a dog’s upon noting the third person trailing being Bridget and Ella; you.

A Shy goody two shoes with no voice to speak of, mouse like more then just name but in mannerisms and personality and more, but despite all of this and barely even knowing your name Morgie was finding himself more and more intrigued as he watched you cross the courtyard with your head held down from where he stood.

Morgie knew where his loyalties lie but his heart was in search for someone else whose words of validation, encroachment and praise were as genuine and as sweet as your shy nature. His mother -Morgana Le Fay- wasn’t always there and could be often times be forgetful that he was her actual son, rather than someone she could just blame for all her misdeeds and mistakes in magic and life alike; Much like all villainous parents who walked through life without much of a comfort in their own devious lives, their actions are as inexcusable as their own parental style was.

You could feel his eyes pierce their stare into your head as you quickly glanced at him before becoming flustered upon seeing him smile at you as you ducked your head even further down, much to Bridget’s and Ella’s concern. Morgie felt like he could watch you for days on end and never grow bored, he wondered what your voice would sound like, your laugh, your expressive eyes and so much more to the point that he hasn’t realised that Hook had caught him in the act.

‘The shy ones caught your eye have they?’ Hook asks.

‘What? No. More like bothering me with their…quietness.’ Morgie tried to cover up but failed miserably upon seeing Hook’s unchanged expression as he crossed his arms over his chest. Morgie visibly deflates when he knows the gig was up for him.

‘Okay so maybe I was looking at them,’ Morgie admits but was quick to rectify himself when he saw Hook’s brow being to raise, ‘but that doesn’t necessarily mean that I like them. I was just…looking. Nothing more nothing less.’ He adds in a halfhearted laugh that quickly died in his throat shortly afterwards.

‘I’ve got nothing against you being with them Morgie,’ Hook begins, ‘but you know I can’t say the same for the others.’ He adds as he glances at you before looking back at his friend who had his feelings evident within his expressive hazel eyes. ‘So tread carefully if you are to follow that big old heart of yours. After all I can only act like I didn’t see anything for so long.’ Hook concluded as he pats Morgie on the shoulder twice encouragingly before leaving his friend to keep staring at you like an infatuated fool.

‘I will.’ Morgie says to himself as he finds himself filled with a new found determination.

Hook

Didn’t take long to notice your shy demeanour from where he stood in the academy’s vast garden. He has seen you in the company of Ella and Bridget on more than one unpleasant occasion, but here you were in the company of only yourself on a stone bench amidst flowers in full bloom.

You looked picturesque in that moment like a renaissance painting crafted by the most skilful pair of hands in existence. However he wasn’t one to speak this thought aloud to anyone, founding himself more content with withholding such a thought in his chest until he died.

You were quite as a mouse, shy as a one too as you often hide yourself in the background to avoid being seen but James always managed to seek you out without issue, something he saw as an problem considering who you were friends with and the crew whom he held his loyalty towards; he remembers how often you avoid confrontation with him as you’d always side step him when he got too close or even evaded being in the same room as him all the while ducking your head and holding your books close to your chest that they might as well mould into your very skin.

However with neither of your friends in sight hook decided to forgo everything and seat himself next to you just as you closed the book you had took out from the library, holding it close to your chest as he had expected of you to do.

‘All alone are you little mouse?’ Hook asks rhetorically as he smirks at your wide eyed expression. ‘Your friends ran off elsewhere then to be with you have they?’

‘Well I don’t see yours nearby either.’ You said softly as you found yourself easily entranced by his eyes, his hair, right down to his cocky smirk. It wouldn’t have been too bad falling for him had he not been a villain, however live makes things difficult to navigate when you’ve been told how to view things by the adults in your life, rather then allow you to formulate your own opinions.

Hook raised his brow in surprise at your quip, he wasn’t expecting someone as meek as you to have held back such a sharp tongue this entire time. ‘Struck a never did I?’ He says as he leans in closer to you, watching as you leaned away from him but only by so much before you’d fall off the stone bench completely, what you didn’t know was that hook wouldn’t let you fall but wouldn’t let you in on that until it was called for.

‘No, i just know you shouldn’t be seen with a goofy two shoes like me, it’ll ruin your standing in your own group.’ You tell him with slightly more confidence in your own voice but still being shy in meeting his observant eyes, trying to remember everything that Bridget and Ella have told you and start standing your ground.

‘And you think you wouldn’t be crucified by your own friends for being seen with me either?’ Hook replied as you both looked at each other in silence, knowing that both of you were right but didn’t want to agree to saying such a ridiculous thing. Yes your friends would throughly question you on why he was so close to you as would his own, but in this moment that didn’t matter as you continued to stare the other down as conflicting feelings clashed within yourselves.

‘Perhaps,’ you began shyly as you were the first to look away from hook and down at your lap, all the while hook kept his eyes firmly on you and you only, drinking you all in while he could, memorising everything about you and keeping it locked within his heart. ‘But at least mine would be more understanding and see reason.’ You add as you got the courage to stand up from the bench and inside the academy, leaving hook to mull over what just happened and sigh as he remembers what Morgie told him earlier.

‘You look at them with the most adoring gaze while yet cursing out their name and everything they stand for, you hate to like them but like them too much to actually hate them.’

[tamtaco]

With the spring salutations update now being out I would like to talk about a theory I’ve had for a bit! (Okay it’s not really a theory, more like something I’ve noticed)

Genuinely I don’t think people have noticed this, or just not bothered to say anything but like, from the 3 updates we’ve gotten Sally has always been the ‘indirect’ reason for someone to have what I believe is a breakdown

In Eddies case it’s more noticeable, Sally is the one that tells Eddie that “they” thought that he should have a day off, and is also gets him to go to the home-warming party with her. And it’s at the home-warming party that Eddie has his panic attack

“Oh my dear Poppy! I’ve been so ignorant to her needs!I must do something to rectify my mistake!So that she knows that we are all mindful of her fearful disposition! But… What if she hears the play from her barn? Or worse-What if she sees it?”

In Poppys case, Sally is the one that mentions how horrible it would be for Poppy if she sees the play she’s hosting after finding out that poppy is scared of leaving her house. Which leads them to cover up Poppys window (door?)

In Julie’s case it’s harder to notice, but it’s still there. In the storybook “spring salutations” the narrator sounds just like Sally without her sass and use of “big words”

In the book as we all know, Julie wakes up early because of the narrator repeating Julie’s name louder and louder. And In cause is the reason to why the entire book happened.

In the video recording we got of Julie, we see that she is trying her best to make this black flower bloom, and with some quick searching on the internet the fandom found out that it’s most likely a black tulip. The black tulip is a tulip that only grows in the winter. Julie was not supposed to even see that flower because she was supposed to wake up in spring, but because she was woken up earlier, she saw the flower and tried to make it bloom. And because it blooms in winter, a time were she is supposed to be hibernating, the flower didnt bloom and when that happens Julie starts to freak out.

Let’s look over that again okay? Julie freaks out because she couldn’t get the flower that blooms in winter, to bloom in spring, because she was woken up earlier by the narrator, the narrator that sounds just like Sally.

(I’m going to be so fr right but this doesn’t feel that far fetched, like just go and quickly check it out rn and tell me that’s not Sally talking like how a normal person would)

But my question is why? Why is Sally so often the reason for things to happen? Does she even know what she’s doing? I mean, we know she’s a performer so maybe she’s aware of us and wants to put on a show for us? Is she under Home’s control or is she doing this just because she can? Because this is the best entertainment for an extraterrestrial being that might have lived for thousands of years? I have no idea, but I felt the need to share my findings.

[justporo]

Giving up the sun for Astarion. You were fully prepared to do that and you don't regret it. Not losing him is way more important. And so you go willingly into the night with him.

But you're still a creature of the day and denying the very nature of your being will bring you to your limits at some point. If you're honest with yourself: some days you miss the sunlight, some days you crave it desperately, feeling how the self-imposed loss weighs heavy on your mind.. It gives you if only a fraction of understanding what it must be like for Astarion. And of course you would still have the option to experience it.

But you're determined to share Astarion's burden. You feel like this is the one thing you can do for him as long as you don't have a cure.

But Astarion sees how the loss of sunlight impacts you. Like a flower slowly wilting away - in front of his eyes. And while he appreciates your effort it pains him to see you like this. You're probably the only person in the world where he wouldn't want to see the same pain inflicted that he had to suffer for more than 200 years now. Others can rot, but you're different. You don't deserve that.

And so he suggests that you find ways to get your fair share of sun. It takes some convincing but you agree - and you agree to somehow make the best out of it, together.

So in a big window alcove you close half of the thick curtains and you sit there comfortably, practically bathing in the sunlight. An almost desperate moan leaving your lips when the first rays hit you - as if you were coming up for air as someone drowning who'd barely made it. Astarion is sitting at your feet in the safety of the shadows, observing all of this. Every tiny detail burning into his mind painfully: filling him with guilt for feeling he's responsible for putting you through this, filling him with jealousy because you get what he cannot have, filling him with just a tinge of regret because if only...

You stretch your hand out to him to where he sits safely to hold his. He grabs your hand and smiles at you but you see it doesn't reach his eyes.

And he hurts because he's so close and yet so far from the thing he craves so much. But at least he can enjoy his favourite person in this world blooming again in some bright rays of sunshine, right? He can live a bit through you, right?

The way you look with the golden light illuminating your beautiful smiling face rectifies some of the loss he's feeling. But it's merely a drop in the ocean.

But it's bittersweet for him - always showing him what he can never have again. As ethereal and breathtaking as you look basking in the daylight and as much as his love for you knows no bounds, ever growing... His chest will always clench like a hand grasping and squeezing his undead heart. And a tiny voice will always tell him that there would have been a way, if only...

It's like the blade piercing his heart has been removed, the wound able to close, slowly. But shreds, sharp ones, still remain - and they will forever sting: re-opening what had delicately formed again out of the void left behind when rattled too much. Never fully allowing the gashes to heal completely.

[gokuisahimbo]

Thoughts about the update! (Spoilers)

A ton of rambling below,

It seems that the Welcome Home show is trying to pitch a het relationship between Julie and Frank. Even before Sweet Briar Julie and Frank were portrayed as a couple, in the lost "Julie-rella" Segment Frank seems to be depicted as a prince still, whilst Julie remains the princess Cinderella. There might be something deeper here in the Sleeping Briar story, though i think that it was unintended from Sally, in the WH version of Sleeping Beauty is whisked away to a simpler life and barred from all that which princesshood should have afforded her. Princess Julie meeting, and falling in love with Prince Frank was sheer chance, though they will find later that they've been betrothed from the start, and in the end every wrong is rectified, Barnaby the wicked dies, and princess Julie and prince Frank marry within a garden a sweet briars. The cyclical, manufactured nature of Julie and Frank’s relationship really seems like an underlying context to me, they were always meant to meet and always meant to fall in love. Any act of “defiance” done by either of these characters was factitious, almost meaningless. I think that Frank and Julie were always meant to be a pair in the context of the show, another example of this would be Wally and Barnaby. In the November 15th 2022 - November 16th 2022/phone concept stream (gotten from this doc!) Clown said this:

So i don't think it would be too out there to assume that other characters were written in a similar way. Sweet Briar is merely enforcing the role of a couple on them once again. I think the tragedy here is the fact that even when they escape romantic connotations their initial relationship is still artificial, although their care for each other is genuine.

Other thoughts about Julie's character that ive been having a lot lately are about her and that tulip. The black tulip’s resistance to being opened is seen as straight up malicious by its apparent personhood. In innocenceconstancyaspell Frank says not to play a game in front of a “stranger”, which i think inherently implies personhood.

Not does Julie believe that this flower’s reluctance to bloom is a failure of her responsibilities as a rainbow monster, but a personal failure to not live up to how she sees herself. She claims that she is Home’s most joyful neighbor, and most bring to spread happiness to others, its not that this flower simply cant bloom, but it personally dislikes her, or at least has no interest in her antics Which is the reason why she becomes increasingly malicious to this tulip throughout the course of the tapes, Julie values how others perceive her quite a bit. Which is why i think she acts more genuine in temptationdreamshope.

But that also brings me to another interesting thing i wanna talk about with Julie.

Maybe through Julie's reluctance in portraying her authentic self has somehow gotten her closer to her “actor”, it's clear that in certain situations that WH characters can embody their actors, and vice versa. At the end of the first Looky-Loo storybook Poppy is heard in her newly darkened house, utterly isolated as bricks completely cover her window, she then hears knocking at her door. Panicked, she repeatedly screams “The Door’s open” whilst someone bangs and scratches at the door, in this moment I feel the fear from Poppy the character, bled into her actual actor, and for a second she forgot that she was not trapped inside of a barnhouse, but instead safely within a recording studio. But that's only realized once the door is open, and reality bluntly sets in with Sally and Frank’s actors' show of clear worry and frustration for her.

The connecting line between Julie and her actor is the fact that they are both constantly putting up a performance, both of them are always acting like “Julie”, and because of that they are always connected, if that makes any sense. This then leads her to be more “real” in a sense, as she hopes that being more genuine may make the flower respond better, she almost entirely drops her infallible bubbliness, and promises of a near-perfect home in lieu of portraying the world to the flower realistically. Like how she remarks on the Sweet Briar play;”If it was only that easy.” I feel like this implies that Julie understands that the world, even as fantastical as Welcome Home is, has its clear limitations and does not follow typical fairy tale logic. She says this almost with some bitterness as well, as though this pseudo Julie, one that exists between the scape of character and actor, finds her manufactured life to have similar limitations to a real one. Though these two’s connection is imperfect, for instance Julie can barely remember how she met Frank, which would be weird even if it were just Julie’s actor pointing this out, since the show only lasted 5 years.

anywaysss, i have a bit more to say but i cant really form thoughts rn lol

[sophont-guide]

Hiii so I'm new to Terran space just flew in from the core worlds! I heard lots of things about Terrans and I just can't wait to get my vines on one! My question is if you could do an entry on Terrans?

I'm planning on going to the "your new cutie and you" class of course, but I'm completely new here and would like to know what I'm getting myself into.

- Syrenea Viriditas 12th bloom (Xe/Xer)

Terrans

Terrans, otherwise known as humans, homo sapiens, or those adorable little cuties who are absolutely everywhere, Terrans are a prevalent part of the galactic population in the current days. Popping everywhere to the point where some extraplanetary species consider them similar to pests with how rapidly they spread out and mulitply, humans are far less capable as a species should you encounter them.

Not to say they are useless or anything of the like, Terrans lack most of the unique hyperadapted traits that define most of the xenosophont species that populate the galaxy. Four simple appendages, two arms and two legs, no adaptive visions or extrasensory abilities to speak of, and almost completely hairless despite their primate ancestry. Humans are very fragile comparatively speaking. Their planet does not have the high gravity for cultivating warriors like the Khetari, their skin too soft to be like the formerly bloodthirsty Volzamites or the curious lacking physical presence of the particularly intelligent shades of blue. Instead, humans have an odd propensity to immediately put themselves at odds with genuinely and literally everything new that crosses their paths. Fortunately, the gentle vines of the Affini Compact has rectified this behavior.

One of the more peculiar traits of the human physiology is their ability to form connections with functionally everything. And we do mean everything. Humans have documented it themselves in their own media, but if you leave one alone long enough with any particular object, creature or person, that human will bond to it on an emotional level and become impossible to separate from it. Volleyballs, cats, hand puppets, affini, the humble human will somehow become very clingy and attached. Even if they maintain they hate it, they will fight tooth and nail to keep anyone from potentially separating them from their newly bonded object or lifeform no matter what.

In unrelated news, the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Affini Compact reminds all lovely sophonts to remember to keep their towels close and keep track of their valued belongings, as we don't want any possible heartbreak to happen if they go missing before you find a home where they are properly treasured like you.

[rectifier-vn]

In honor of tidying up Percy's "Rectifier: In Bloom" route to completion- some bullying.

[lenlen403]

i heard someone won a certain poll.... @rectifier-vn

[soaringwide]

PAC: What hidden talent do you have?

Hello with another pick a card reading, this time on the topic of ''get to know yourself better''.

This time the idea is to look into what talent of yours you are not fully aware off and could tap into and develop in the future.

By definition this might not be at the core of your personality since it is hidden, but maybe that's something you will tap into later in life. So I hope it's useful to you in some way!

How does that work?

Take a moment to recollect yourself, breathe, close your eyes if you need to, focus on the moment. Look at the 4 pictures and select the one that draws you in the most. Not the one you think looks cooler but the one that creates that pinching feeling inside of you. The one that makes you feel it has something to say.

It is possible to feel attracted to more than one pile, just as it is possible to only find parts of the reading relevant. Remember that this reading is meant for many people so it won't be perfectly applicable to your situation.

PILE 1

Cards: The Nectar + The King (archetype) + 4 of Swords Rx + Empress Rx + Strength + The Hierophant + King of Cups Rx + the Protectress + The forbidden forest + yin and yang; 2 of Swords + 4 and 6 of Wands; Priestess Magician

There is definitely the idea of a latent, untapped ability.

To me it has to do with healing, as in, the ability to help people through their recovery process and put them on track to bloom and be abundant again. To remove barriers to healing.

The fact that it has to do with remediating what is poisonous for the person, transmuting something toxic into something positive, makes me think it has to do with magical or energetic healing.

Perhaps you will use your words like a fire-talker (not sure it's the right way to translate but "coupeur de feu" in the orginal french term as in those who can heal burns by talking fire out, among other things), or work on removing magical thorns with your healing touch. I'm getting strong hand imagery and holy words may be significant as well as carrier for background movements in the spiritual realms.

I'm getting you will be or are guided to do this by higher powers with this ability that can help others tremendously, somewhat relaying these healing powers into the world. Like a bridge between the healing spirits and our world, putting healing energy in motion.

There is the idea of a position of authority that must be embraced with humility, respect and reverence, in order to restore the flow and clarity of health, working in tandem with powers from the realms beyond and by learning to develop your own power and ability for leadership whilst staying true to yourself.

You have this undeveloped ability of perceiving the higher realms, harness their energies and transmute them into something not only healing, but also protecting for others.

You would need to go on your own healing journey to gather the missing parts of yourself (individuation process is another way to look at it) and rectify what is unbalanced to find a wholeness that will allow you to carry this energy over to others. I'm really getting that it's not just about picking up a skill but really going through a process yourself in order to reach that step and that's why you haven't reached it yet. With also the idea of learning to listen to guidance and understand your bond to these higher powers more, and let yourself be guided on that path.

I wanted to see if there was another message that wanted to come out and I saw that while this ability is not currently active, and even blocked by your current circumstances, there would be great success gained from going through this journey towards that path. It's a call that you have the option to answer and are encouraged to do so with the support of your spirits and god(s) and that would be a source of celebration and achievements.

PILE 2

Cards: The Fool and Fear and Happiness + 7 of Cups Rx + Queen of Cups and 4 of Cups + The Magician Rx + Queen of Pentacles + 7 of Pentacles Rx

Your hidden talent has to do with performance arts, perhaps theater or dance, with the use of your body alongside your voice. You can pretend to be someone else again and again, endorsing different roles on different days and creating this artificial image for others to see.

You have the hidden ability to perform emotions so that it can be reflected in the heart of the audience. For example, expressing sadness or joy, the whole palette of emotions, and having that be felt by those who watch you. Relieving people in the lights of the stage.

I don't think it is about showing who you truly are but rather as I said, endorsing different identities and expressing something universal through that. You might not always feel passionate about what you are expressing, what role or piece you are given, but that's the nature of the craft. And in some way it allows yourself to explore your own thoughts and emotions by shifting perspectives, so it can be healing for yourself as well if you allow it to be.

By creating an artificial space for exploration of thoughts and emotions through your craft, you can shift people's emotional state and help them let go of what worries of preoccupies them. It is cathartic and the healing aspect of the arts. Ever watched a movie, cried for a while because it reminded you of something and felt lighter in the end? That's what you can give to people: freeing them of themselves for a short while. Allowing them a break from their own lives.

It's a trickery of some sorts, but the good kind of trickery because it is part of the game and the reason why people would come to you. It is to be willingly taken on adventure.

There is also a highly democratic aspect of your craft, as in, in front of performance in the audience, everyone watches the same things, react to the same things, rich and poor, good and bad. You help people bond together by lowering the boundaries that separate us all for a while.

In any case it is a raw talent, as in, you're very much at the apprentice level at the moment. You would need to work on it consciously, nurture this talent to let it grow and harvest its rewards later on. If that reading resonates with you I think that would be a good thing to practice on a hobby level for the pure enjoyment and personal fulfillment of it, rather than in order to make money from it.

PILE 3

Cards: The King, Protect your feelings, Knight of Swords Rx, 9 of Wands + King of Cups, Reflection Rx + 4 of Wands Rx, Renewal Rx + 8 of Swords Rx, Courage + 5 of Cups, Gloom Rx + 10 of Cups + The World + Intuition Rx, Sorrow Rx

Your hidden talent is to embody some of the noble qualities of the King, especially being a protector of the weak. You have the ability to stand up for what is right when facing a menacing majority and would step up to fight to defend what you believe in. You may have a tendency to be rash and impulsive when faced with something that doesn't sit right with you, because you want to confront that and rectify the wrongs committed. You will not take a defeat and will get back up again.

Your quality associated to that talent is that you are full of compassion and look at others with empathy because you have a great understanding of human nature and suffering, and you have a desire to protect that. You are devoted to help people and this helps balance the harshness of you combative spirit.

The caveat is that you might feel like it's a lost battle, or at least that you won't personally see the end of it in your lifetime. You feel like you're doing you won't be the one in the parade at the end of the battle because you will be long gone. What you don't see is that you can still help others in the present.

What you can give others with this talent is that your bravery is infectious. You lift them up, give them courage and they can free themselves in the moment. With you by their side they feel so much stronger.

And when faced with a loss, you are, again, here to help people grieve and be a shoulder to cry on, listening to their pain with empathy, which helps them tremendously.

And for the reason why it is hidden, I think the need just hasn't arisen at this stage of your life. You will need to reach a form of completion and to move on from the idea that things are perfect to the desire to put things in motion again and start a new chapter. A content heart doesn't strive for change.

PILE 4

Cards: Aletheia, Wheel of Fortune Rx + The Moon Rx + 9 of Swords Rx + Queen of Cups + The Empress + Justice

You hidden talent is the ability to speak the truth on what's hidden and trigger changes for those you bring the news to. I see you being able to detect lies easily. It can trigger fears in others because they might not want to see what you reveal.

You are able to see through the confusion and pierce through the illusion, and thus, bring vitality back where there was just fog and stagnation. It might make you feel a bit lonely and isolated at times due to feeling misunderstood. I don't think you have come to term with that talent yet so you may fail to see the good in it.

Because your strong intuitive gift of being able to see your emotions so clearly can bring a lot of healing and clarity to people, especially if you wield it with kindness and compassion. You may get back a lot of love and consideration from helping others.

Because you can help people release who takes advantage of them by shining light on their lies, especially if they are over-dependant and attached to this person or situation.

As to why it is hidden, you may not believe that you deserve to speak up and that you have the right to do so and would feel like you're being manipulative when it doesn't have to be the case.

[criminallyyoursvn]

I'm gonna be honest.... I mistook his dimples for laugh lines and I thought he was gonna be a hot 50 something yandere business guy

I mean don't get me wrong Nik is great but....... sighhhhhhhhhh old man yandere

I can't blame you for that hehe, that would be fun to do. I do have an old man love interest in my dating sim "Rectifier: In Bloom" but he's not a yandere, Percy is. I do like this idea though, I actually debated participating in Ossan Jam, maybe next year <333

[wreckedhoney]

i don't know what flavor of obidala lucas had in mind when he was considering it and i know there are different vibes to go for. but i adore an obidala that's treated as a narrative foil to what we have in canon - not just in regards to anidala but towards what makes us call these films the "skywalker saga" as a whole.

obidala would be coming from a story that has anakin as a central point for other characters' motivations and conflicts - and even interrelations with each other outside of him. ahsoka is viewed as anakin's padawan, ahsoka knows padmé as anakin's love interest, and both of them view obi-wan as anakin's mentor and friend. obi-wan and padmé begin aotc as friends or having the potential to be friends even when in conflict, but in short time that deflates. they regard each other through anakin; obi-wan knows anakin adores her, padmé knows anakin admires & resents him, and their perception of the other is clouded through that filter, even if they both know it's not the whole picture, and it isn't even accurate.

but aotc padmé is still young and brasher, and obi-wan hasn't settled into a more stable relationship with anakin yet - and thus, people he knows primarily through anakin. time passes and they develop. obi-wan struggles in the clone wars but is more comfortable and mellow in his own skin. padmé's competency grows but she alienates herself from most of her friends and community outside work to keep her marriage a secret, to keep the tusken massacre a secret, because love is worth it. she is still in the trenches of clinging to her ties with anakin for years.

what lucas and tcw wanted to convey without having to hammer it in is that they're in love, they're friends, the love is there but that doesn't make the situation right, and not just because it was a lapse in judgement to dive into this attachment in the first place, but more so because after some years' long opportunity to rectify it, they still don't. they choose to stay despite the strain of living against codes and principles, despite never learning to communicate through conflict past someone-is-right-and-the-other-was-wrong, or unwittingly enabling distance between themselves and the rest of their loved ones. meanwhile, what does obi-wan look like to padmé while she goes through all this?

a foil. obi-wan adores anakin to moments of blindness, but she's yet to see him do any of the things padmé's felt the need to in order for anakin to safely stay. obi-wan reprimands anakin openly, he does not choose him or any individual over "order" as an entity - be it the council, the jedi order, the republic, democracy. through his overall canon narrative, he does not choose to lose himself or his principles for anyone, including anakin, even if it hurts him or others, even if it hurts himself. he is still with anakin without the same trappings of attachments that the marriage has - he is with anakin, and the jedi order, and the council; he still has his community and whole social sphere. and if ever padmé gradually came to perceive obi-wan as this alternative to how she and anakin have loved, wouldn't she start to question why she chose to compromise herself all this time when she now recognizes someone who doesn't, and he is still loved?

and i feel like it would start with some mild resentment, at least - less at any one person and more at the situation, but she can't help but aim some of it at obi-wan just for being the one to lead her to see, for being a contrast. but it wouldn't take long for admiration to overshadow it, and for the friendship that they have, however tepid it's been, to serve as an open door for padmé to eventually approach him - for guidance, or comfort, even if engaging more closely with him starts with just curiosity at first. she's begun to see him as obi-wan kenobi, and he sees her as padmé amidala naberrie, without the "anakin's" attached. and it's at this point, perhaps regardless if an outright romance blooms, that obidala becomes some narrative foil; a strong relationship between them without or outside of anakin is an inherent defiance to an anakin-centric narrative and storyline. with romance in mind in the backdrop of a hidden marriage, it can become some tainted glimpse of adoration without the star wars concept of attachment. does an obidala romance have to happen for both characters to gain this sort of independence and clarity? no, but it's part of what the pair on their own could be indicative of, almost symbolic of, if taken in this direction.

it rocks the boat of the narrative, it creates contrast and encourages themes of growth even and especially when that growth is painful, it's based on support and admiration and trust even through the bitterness and betrayal. there's potential for it to be both tainted and genuinely healing. and i am here for it, i'm here for this flavor of obidala, star wars' little ship-that-never-was impacting the tone of the saga. obidala is good and This Flavor of obidala can be so, so good.

[gumballavocadoharry]

Like riding a bike:

“Ready for your maiden voyage?” Harry asked, his British accent softening the question into something more akin to a friendly inquiry than a daunting challenge. He adjusted the bicycle seat, though it looked perfectly aligned already. Harry was like that – meticulously caring, right down to the infinitesimal adjustments of a bicycle seat.

Yn took a deep breath, the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming roses filling her lungs. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I think.”

She was, to put it mildly, a bicycle novice. Growing up, bikes hadn't been a common fixture. Life had been busy, school and work taking priority. Now, as an adult, the idea of the wind in her hair and the freedom of two wheels was incredibly appealing. Harry, ever the perceptive one, had picked up on this unspoken desire and, with his usual boundless enthusiasm, had declared it his mission to rectify the situation.

Harry was a whirlwind of optimistic energy. He was the kind of person who made rainy days feel like cosy opportunities and Mondays feel almost… bearable. His kindness radiated outwards, enveloping everyone around him in a comfortable warmth. Yn, who was herself naturally gentle and caring, found his affection and open-heartedness incredibly easy to be around.

“Right then,” Harry said, his hands hovering near the handlebars of the bike as if he were a protective knight guarding a fragile steed. “First things first, balance. We’ll start with you just walking alongside, getting a feel for it.”

Yn nodded, feeling a bit silly pushing the bike through the park like a child. A few kids whizzed past on scooters, their laughter echoing in the air, and Yn felt a pang of slight embarrassment. She was an adult, a capable, intelligent adult, and yet here she was, learning something that seemed so inherently simple to everyone else.

Harry, sensing her slight discomfort, squeezed her hand reassuringly. “Don’t you fret about a thing, love. Everyone starts somewhere. Besides,” he winked conspiratorially, “it’s much more fun learning with a handsome instructor.”

Yn chuckled, her nerves easing slightly. “I’ll concede to the handsome instructor part.”

They walked like this for a while, Harry chattering cheerfully about the park, pointing out a particularly fluffy squirrel burying nuts and a pair of geese waddling majestically towards the pond. He made everything feel light and easy, even the slightly awkward process of getting acquainted with a bicycle.

“Okay, now for the sitting bit,” Harry announced, once they were in a quieter, less populated part of the park, away from the scooter gangs and judging squirrel eyes. He held the bike steady as Yn cautiously swung her leg over the saddle and perched precariously.

“Whoa!” she gasped, wobbling alarmingly.

Harry’s hands, quick and steady, gripped the handlebars and her waist simultaneously. “Easy does it, my love. Just breathe. I’ve got you.”

His touch was warm and reassuring, and Yn straightened up, trying to find her centre of gravity. It felt like she was sitting on a very unstable see-saw, poised to tip over at any moment.

“Right, now we’re going to practice gliding,” Harry explained, his voice calm and encouraging. “Forget pedalling for now. Just focus on pushing off with your feet and balancing.”

Yn pushed off tentatively. The bike lurched forward, wobbled violently, and then threatened to veer directly into a rosebush. Yn shrieked, a sound that was halfway between surprise and genuine alarm.

Harry, with the agility of a seasoned bike instructor (which he probably wasn’t, but he was certainly selling the role), gently corrected her course. “Woah there, Rose-bush avoider! Gentle hands, Yn, gentle hands. Imagine you’re whispering sweet nothings to the handlebars, not wrestling a grumpy badger.”

Yn burst out laughing. “Sweet nothings to the handlebars?”

“Absolutely! Positive affirmations are key in bike riding. And badger wrestling is generally discouraged.” Harry grinned, his green eyes twinkling.

They tried again, and again, and again. Each attempt was a chaotic ballet of wobbles, near misses, and Yn’s increasingly loud squeals. Harry remained unfailingly patient and optimistic, offering a constant stream of encouraging words, gentle adjustments, and truly bizarre analogies.

“Think of it like dancing!” he declared after Yn nearly face-planted into the grass for the third time. “You’re leading and the bike is following. Except sometimes the bike has two left wheels and hasn't quite learned the tango yet.”

Yn giggled, brushing blades of grass from her trousers. “My bike has definitely got two left wheels. And possibly is actively trying to sabotage me.”

“Nonsense!” Harry insisted, hoisting the bike upright with cheerful ease. “Bikes are inherently good. This one is just… enthusiastically supportive of your learning process. It’s testing your reflexes, you see.”

“It’s testing my will to live, more like,” Yn muttered under her breath, though a smile was playing on her lips.

Hours seemed to melt away in a flurry of sunshine, laughter, and near-disasters. Harry’s initial gentleness morphed into a more playfully exasperated tone, though his kindness never wavered.

“Yn, my darling, are you sure you’re pushing off with your feet and not just… willing the bike to move with the sheer power of your mind?” he asked, after yet another wobbly start ended with Yn’s feet firmly planted on the ground like anchors.

“Maybe I am,” Yn retorted playfully. “Maybe my mind control powers are just a little rusty today.”

“Well, perhaps we need to activate the foot-pushing protocol then? It’s in the manual, section three, paragraph seven. Right after ‘How to avoid squirrels with nuts’ and before ‘Emergency dismount procedures’.”

Yn rolled her eyes, but she was laughing so hard her stomach hurt. Despite the repeated falls and the distinct lack of forward momentum, she was actually having fun. Harry had this incredible way of making even the most frustrating situations feel light-hearted and enjoyable.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of wobbling and giggling, something clicked. Yn pushed off, and for a glorious, fleeting moment, she felt it. Balance. The bike wasn’t fighting her anymore. It was gliding, smooth and steady. A rush of exhilaration surged through her.

“Harry! I’m doing it! I’m actually doing it!” she yelled, her voice filled with pure, unadulterated joy.

Harry, who had been jogging alongside, beaming like a proud father watching his child take their first steps, whooped with delight. “That’s it, Yn! You’ve got it! Look at you go!”

Yn wobbled slightly, her heart pounding in her chest, but she kept going. She was actually riding a bike! On her own! The wind rushed past her face, and a wide grin stretched across her features. It was exhilarating, liberating, and utterly ridiculous all at once.

Then, naturally, disaster struck. Distracted by her own triumph and Harry’s cheerful encouragement, Yn steered slightly off course. She hadn't quite mastered the whole “steering” thing yet. The bike veered inexorably towards a small, innocently blooming patch of daffodils.

“Daffodils! Daffodils ahead!” Harry called out, his tone shifting back to mock-alarm. “Prepare for… floral impact!”

Yn squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the inevitable. Instead of a crash, however, she felt Harry’s steadying hands on her shoulders again, gently guiding the bike back onto the path.

“Whoa there, flower power avoider,” Harry chuckled, his voice laced with amusement and relief. “Close call. Those daffodils looked particularly feisty.”

Yn opened her eyes, shaky but grinning. She had stopped, her feet firmly back on the ground, but for a moment, she had actually ridden a bike.

“I did it!” she exclaimed, her voice breathless with excitement. “I actually rode a bike!”

Harry enveloped her in a hug, his warmth radiating through her. “You were magnificent! Absolutely magnificent! I knew you could do it.”

“Even with the badger-wrestling handlebars and the two left wheels?” Yn teased, leaning into his embrace.

Harry chuckled, pulling back slightly to look at her, his green eyes alight with affection. “Especially with them. It just proves how incredibly talented you are.”

They stood there for a moment, basking in the golden afternoon sunshine and the shared triumph. Yn looked at the red bicycle, no longer intimidating, but now a symbol of her accomplishment, and the warmth of Harry's support.

“So,” Harry said, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Celebration ice cream? To commemorate your victory over the two-wheeled menace?”

Yn laughed, her heart full. “Absolutely. And maybe, just maybe, tomorrow… we tackle those daffodils again. But this time, on purpose.”

Harry grinned, his hand finding hers. “Now that’s the spirit! Though, perhaps we should invest in a helmet first. Just in case the daffodils decide to fight back.”

And as they walked hand-in-hand towards the ice cream van, Yn knew that even if learning to ride a bike was occasionally chaotic and comical, learning with Harry made it an adventure she wouldn't trade for the world. Even if it did involve whispering sweet nothings to handlebars and narrowly avoiding floral fatalities.