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OMEGAVERSE MYDIRA?!?!?!?! HELLOOOOOOO tell me more about that please. i love a modern au too this sounds amazing already

Post that inspired this ask~

Okay so when you first sent this ask a few days ago, I really had no lore whatsoever for it. Was just imagining modern au alpha Mydei n omega Sadira gettin' freaky ngl LMAO.

BUT, since that day I have been thinking and building and plotting >:3. So thank you for inspiring this!! 💋💋💋

This is still not a completely put together thing, but just me stringing together some ideas uwu <33333. Prepare for SO MUCH YAPPING. Some a/b/o related, some world building for the modern au part lol.

Warnings: mentions of death (mydei parental lore) and death in childbirth (sadira parental lore)

**Note: scent matrix = The base/bulk of one's scent. The undertones that are always there. Though scent matrices can fall into similar categories, everyone's is unique.

So first, let's talk about Mydei.

Secondary sex: Alpha (Α)

Scent matrix: the hearth - a broad range of warm and earthy scents including wood smoke, vanilla bean, stone, and evergreen trees

Secondary notes: pomegranate, honey, and bready scents

Interesting fact: In general, Mydei's scent tends to be very muted. But there's this weird thing about it, where once you get to know him it behaves differently. But like strictly with people he is familiar. (i.e. if you are a friend of his in a crowd of strangers, others will not pay much attention to his scent, but you alone will be able to notice this interesting quality amongst them.) For the people close to him, his scent doesn't become super strong/overbearing or anything, but moreso very permeating to the senses. Like you will smell him coming from a good ways away. But not in a way where the scent is so strong you know it's him from whatever distance away. It's almost like a second sight, where even if he's coming from behind, his scent meanders it's way to you in the air, slowly becoming more and more potent as he gets closer. Like you can almost tell just how close he's getting and how fast he's moving via his scent alone. You can tell if he starts taking a different direction or if he stops, etc.

Y'know that art of biker Mydei? Yeah, that's him in this AU.

He is the son of a rich CEO/chef (his father, Eurypon) that runs a chain of fine dining establishments. His mother, Gorgo, was simply a gardener that loved food. She grew fruits, veggies, herbs, you name it, and did a little down to earth catering on the side. She often challenged her husband in his views on food and cooking etc. It was something healthy and beautiful that Mydei saw when he was very young, that sprouted his love and interest for food.

When Mydei was a kid, his mother died of a sudden illness. That death changed his father for the worst. It ended up with Mydei being pigeonholed by his father into following in his footsteps in the restaurant industry. Eurypon would lose the whimsy, the warmth, and the experimentation in his relationship with cooking that ultimately made his stewarding of Mydei both ruthless and soulless. The classic tale of "you will succeed me and take over this business I've built, but simultaneously, everything you do or try, despite your talents and creativity, will never be good enough because it is not my cooking or to my standard."

Mydei does genuinely have a fondness and a gift for the cullinary arts, but as you can imagine, this years long contention between him and his dad makes him rather jaded to the "upper echelons" of cooking and all it entails. He craves something less formal, with more personality, that is just fun and delicious. So to seek that out for himself, he tries to distance himself from his father and that sphere of cooking as much as possible. Basically ghosts the restaurant location he works at, ditches his next formal evaluation with his father, cuts off all contact, and moves to another city with nothing but the fund his mom left him and his bike.

One of his father's restaurant locations does still happen to be in this city he moved to, unfortunately, but it is on the far opposite end from where he will be looking at staying. So he's not super worried about it.

He ends up choosing a luxury apartment building that has a few vacancies on the 10th floor. He had hoped to get the room right next to the elevator with a stunning view, but it was taken by another soon-to-be tenant an hour or so before he got there. So he would end up with one of the rooms all the way down the hall with a very comparably beautiful view.

Over the next few months he settles into his new home, gathering furnishings, figuring out places to do his shopping in the city, places to visit etc. He did go looking for jobs in the industry that would challenge him, but despite his skills and experience he finds nowhere will accept him. Even places that said they would be moving him forward in the process of employment. They suddenly have a change of heart. He has a feeling his father had probably gotten him blacklisted for the stunt he's pulled. But he keeps looking.

In the mean time, he kinda just exists. Some stuff that just starts as little things to do become hobbies, and those hobbies in turn kinda become lucrative for him in the end. To where he doesn't really need an employer anymore.

He starts a blog writing about food trucks he visits in the city. He talks about their food, their menu concepts, quality of the trucks themselves and their cooking setups, and recommends improvements in different areas regarding it all. It kinda stirs up a buzz in the city with that particular market, and people really come to value his opinion.

He also starts making little videos on what started as a throwaway account of him just cooking stuff. He never shows his face. Always has on the same (1) getup (2) for his videos. Just makes stuff and ends the video. He quickly finds though, that these videos get traction too. Separate from the attention he gets on his blog, as he does not insinuate any connection between the two online (as of yet). Gets him sponsors n such that help him fund his cost of living fr. He does desire to keep what's left of his mother's fund for him for something more meaningful, after all.

He often wonders if the person that managed to get the apartment he originally wanted had a similar hobby but was more inclined to do baking? He swore every time he passed by their door it smelled like apple pie.

Anyways about his BIKE. That thang is his BABY. A passion project outside of his time cooking that he put his heart and soul into modifying himself. It is his only means of transportation and he monitors it with the same precision he uses in cooking fr. He will be able to tell if the slightest thing is off about it or needs attention and will act accordingly.

He always parks in the same spot in the apartment garage, between a wall near the elevator and a dark gray minivan that, similarly, always parks in the same spot. When it's not there, he lowkey feels like a layer of protection is gone. He always hopes for it to return soon if it isn't there when he returns from somewhere.

Also also, despite all the cooking he does, he mostly eats out/keeps his fridge empty 🧍🏾‍♀️. The nature of his bike makes it so he can only really shop for a few days at a time at most, and he isn't a big fan of having groceries delivered to him. Wants to use his eyes to get the best quality of stuff he can, minimize the possibility of mistakes or nasty mishaps in transit on the part of the person delivering and all that.

Now for Sadira:

Secondary sex: Omega (Ω)

Scent matrix: seasonings - a broad range of herbs and spices including cinnamon, lavender, pepper, and mint

Secondary notes: apple, rose, and parchment

Interesting fact: Sadira never leaves her abode without a scent blocking band around her neck. Even if it is for but a few minutes to go downstairs and get her mail. Sometimes she even wears it in her own home when she has company over. For events where she needs to dress up a little more, she wears one with a little pearl on it. Really, she likes to keep it simple. Why she does this, you ask? A few reasons. One: she is just an omega girl in a scary world. Two: lowers chances of discrimination if people have to guess what her secondary sex is. The third and most substantial reason, is that it has always seemed people find her scent... offensive. People have crinkled their noses, glared at her, straight up asked her to leave certain areas, or even had genuine like pseudoallergic reactions to her scent before. It's not that the scent itself is bad, but that it's so complex and can often be a little much for others to process. It registers to them as this muddled amalgam of notes that clouds their senses in a rather unpleasant way. Very few people know what she smells like these days. No one in this new city she's moving to will know. It does makes her a little sad that such a major part of her existence as an omega is her biggest insecurity, but c'est la vie...

Sadira comes from a long line of titans of the book industry. Authors, publishers, editors, booksellers, researchers, etc. Her dad is one such publisher, with connections and reach far and wide. That being such, he is going everywhere, all the time, all across the country. He does reach out every once in a while, but ultimately remains rather distant. It's been that way since the death of her mother, who lost her life in childbirth when Sadira was younger. Her mother, Maelani, was a beloved children's storybook author/artist before she passed. Touched the hearts of many and taught many children valuable things through her works.

It has always inspired Sadira, but she doesn't know if that is what she's meant to do. She doesn't really know what she is meant to do. She does want to stay in the same field her parents have for generations, but wants to do something new, something special, something of her own. So she's moved from her home in which her father no longer resides and into this new city to explore herself. She'd managed to snag a position consulting different public libraries in the area before moving, so she was pretty set for income once she'd arrived.

This was a big city, and it was more convenient for her job that she don't live on the outskirts in a neighborhood somewhere. That, and a house is a rather big commitment for her to just be finding her bearings. So she figured a luxury apartment was the closest thing she could get that would fit for what she needed it for. She was able to find a nice building surrounded by some useful places with some open spots on it's 10th floor. Lucky her, her apartment was right by the elevator. Oh the sweet relief of being able to slip inside her abode as soon as she put the world behind her with the close of the elevator doors. She imagined that'd be so lovely after a long day. Could rip off her scent blocking band as soon as possible and just vibe.

She'd managed to claim a pretty good spot near the elevator for the garage too, thank goodness. Would be a little spooky to have to walk around that place at night. Though she supposed if she didn't have this spot and was a little too scared to leave her car, she could just put the seats down and sleep there. She's got spare pillows and blankets in there and everything stashed away. How, you ask? Or why? Well, her choice of vehicle happens to be a dark dray minivan with stowaway seats. People always asked why she would choose such a thing if she doesn't have kids or a big family to drive around. And the simple answer is that it's practical. Could carry a lot of people, could carry a lot of groceries, could transport large things like furniture, tools, tvs. It just made sense. And it definitely came in handy with her move. She found with her new job, she was transporting a lot of stuff for the libraries too, so life was made easy peasy with her ride!!

Though, the longer she lives there, she does wonder what it must feel like to kind of do the complete opposite? To simply want to carry yourself and not worry about extra factors? To truly feel the speed of what you ride in a different way? The clearly well cared for motorcycle always parked next to her, that always smelled faintly of pomegranate, made her wonder... She had never managed to see its rider.

Anyways, the longer she was in the city, the more she began to see a path that she found interesting that she could focus on in her work. She found that integrating more spheres of online niches in with physical libraries might be an interesting venture! Something that would maybe bring more people into libraries. Possibly in the future she could arrange events inviting different writers and creators with an online presence to these places?

One of the blogs she had been enjoying visiting often lately, was this one where someone provided commentary on their experiences with food trucks in the city. And it's CRAZY but lowkey silly because it feels like somehow this person is always reading her mind. She swears every time she goes to read a new entry about a different food truck, it JUST so happens to be one that's selling food she was craving recently. So obviously, she has to make a visit to them herself, and compare her experiences and thoughts to what she read from the blogger once she eats.

HEHE and I have even more ideas, but I do believe I will have to be saving them for future posts 🤭. To expand them more and connect them to these thoughts mmm. Besides, this post is plenty long enough LMAO. But I hope you enjoyed reading, lovely!! 🥰

#mydira #pastelle rabbit 🌸#twy inbox 💌

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onthesandsofdreams · 4 months ago

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Fandom: ASoIaF Pairing: Ned x Catelyn Prompts: Help, Question and Clean from @fluffbruary Notes: Modern Westeros

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Catelyn makes peace with her feelings for Ned the moment he offers his help to with the cupcakes.

It is Lysa's birthday and she foolishly offered to make her the cake for her party, but Lysa in all of glory, has decided she wants cupcakes instead of cake. Fine, that shouldn't have been a problem, except she somehow managed to invite one hundred people. And she knows that she will have to double the amount of cupcakes.

Ned and her stumbled at the bulk store as she was buying what she needed, took one look at her, then at her cart and offered his help. "Just tell me what time, I might not be a natural baker, but I can follow a recipe."

And he can, really. Ned can make simple things on his own without one, but can handle complicated ones if he is given a recipe and the time to read it three times. Her heart swells at his thoughtfulness, and she in that very moment, makes peace with the knowledge that she loves him.

But truly, she could do worse.

Because who could truly complain about falling in love with a kind, considerate man. A man who works and is honest, generous with his time and while savy, with his money too. A man who is steadfast and strong?

She certainly wouldn't. There were worse men to fall for, and Ned Stark was not someone she would regret dating. Not at all.

So, she smiles at him. "Thank you, does Saturday at noon work for you? I need to make two kinds, and only one is time consuming."

"It works," Ned tells her. "I'll be there."

Ned arrives at her apartment at ten to noon. He's always been a punctual man. He looks at how she's set things up and nods. "Tell me once again why are we doing cupcakes?"

She sighs, looks at him and says, "Because Lysa wants a cupcake tower instead of cake."

Ned does his best not to pull a face. She, in turn, bites her lip to hold back the laughter that threatens to come up.

"And how many people and cupcake were you going to make on your own?"

"One hundred people. Twice as many cupcakes."

And that's when it happens. Ned gives her such a look that she almost, almost, feels judged. But this is Ned and his eyes are kind, even when he's questioning her sanity. It is his turn to sigh, "Okay. Okay, we can do this. Just two flavors, right?"

"Yes." Thankfully, Lysa was merciful in that. "Just strawberry with vanilla bean frosting, and carrot cake with cream cheese."

"Which one do we start with?"

"The carrot, those will take more time."

"Right," Ned says, puts his apron on, and begins to form a line of ingredients that he'll work on. "Let's divide and conquer. I'll peel and shred the carrots, you do what you think best."

She gives him a smile. "Thank you, Ned."

And they go to it. They dive into cupcake making with everything they got. Time passes quickly when they talk. She made sure she had food and snacks, she would be a poor host if she did not offer Ned something, because she knows if she tries offer him money, he will give her the patented Ned Stark disappointed look. So, food and drink it is.

They take time in between batches, sitting down with food and drink as the cupcakes bake. She tackled the frostings first, once they were safely in the fridge, she had done the rest.

"Is Lysa having the cupcakes plain?"

She looks at him and shakes her head, "No, she just asked for chocolate pearls and edible glitter sprinkled on them. Easy, thankfully."

Ned nods, "Once, Lya came home with a cupcake 'cake' that was shapped like a dog. It was three cupcakes stacked and the frosting done to mimic fur."

She snorts, she's seen those cakes, and while she finds them impressive and has nothing but respect for those who can do something as pretty as that, had Lysa asked for something complicated, she would have said no.

"Thankfully, Lysa wasn't feeling overly fanciful."

"Yes, that is good. For your sake."

And the tiny smile he gives her, has her heart fluttering.

Several hours later, the cupcakes are packed and ready to be taken to the venue. She had called ahead and arranged for a fridge to keep them there for tomorrow.

And now, as she and Ned put the final touches in the cleaning, she feels relief. With Ned's help she finished much, much earlier than what it had taken her on her own.

But she cannot also deny that she's thankful, and that she enjoyed having Ned for her own for several hours. He had not shied from cleaning either, which shouldn't have surprised her, but still did.

Truly, Ned was one of a kind in the realm of men. And she can only hope that one day she'll find the courage to tell him how she feels before someone snatches him first.

"Cat?"

She turns from where she was putting aside the left chocolate pearls, "Yes, Ned."

She sees him stop, and then one side of his mouth twitches upward and his eyes shine with amusement. He takes a napkin and comes closer to her, "You have batter on your cheek," his voice is low and warm. "Here, let me."

She stands still, basking in the warmth that he radiates and the his gentle touch as he wipes away the batter from her face.

"There, all nice and clean," he gives her a smile, but does not move away. "Uh, Cat? I was wondering, if you'd like to have dinner with me sometime?"

Her heart skips a beat. "Yes," she tells him before he has the chance to regret asking. "Yes, I'd love to."

Ned's smile is genuine, his eyes full of warmth. "Next Friday, at seven? I know a spot."

And she trusts him to pick a nice place, because while Ned is not the kind of man who goes to fancy places just because, when he finds a good spot, he continues to patronize it. She discovered a great bistro thanks to him pointing it out to her, "It's a plan," and before she can regret it, she stands on her tiptoes and places a kiss on his cheek.

#asoiaf #asoiaf fic #nedlyn #ned x cat #catelyn stark #ned stark #modern westeros

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plantbasedmimi3 · 1 year ago

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When I decided to go plant-based, one thing I did was swap out some of my go-to foods with plant based options.

Here are some of my faves:

Butter: Earth Balance Buttery Spread (perfect as a margarine substitute) and Miyokos Plant Butter (as a butter substitute). Both look, taste and spread exactly like butter.

Milk: Califia Brand Plant Milks - the Organic Unsweetened Almond Milk and the Gluten-Free Oat Milk are awesome, and have clean ingredients.

Ice Cream: My personal favorite is Talenti Dairy-Free Sorbetto in strawberry or vanilla bean. So Delicious are also amazing.

Cheese: Follow Your Heart for slices, Violife for shredded and Miyokos for block mozzarella, feta and liquid mozzarella (melts like conventional mozzarella in the oven.) Daiya makes a havarti block cheese that I really like, too. In terms of queso, we LOVE Good Foods brand Plant-Based Queso. It’s got really clean ingredients.

Sour cream: Kite Hill is our favorite, but we also use Tofutti when Kite Hill isn’t available.

Bacon: Lightlife makes a really good tempeh bacon.

Chicken and Fish: Tofurky brand makes chick’n and turkey that are straight up delish. Their Chick’n is gluten-free, so I personally stick with that one. They also make turk’y cutlets that a lot of people love for sandwiches.

Ground Beef: Beefy Crumbles by Beyond are tasty and gluten-free, and have a great texture.

Burgers: If you like the taste of traditional burgers, I recommend Impossible brand. It’s gluten-free and tastes like a beef burger. My husband loves them. There are some healthier options out there, too. Dr. Praeger’s and Hilary’s are my absolute favorites!

Frozen Meals: In a pinch, Amy’s and Sweet Earth both have good options that are on the healthier side.

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Here’s the thing to remember when it comes to substitutes: switching over to these plant-based versions of some of your go-tos isn’t all you need to do to lose weight and get healthy. These options are healthier in than they’re cholesterol and hormone free, but a processed food is still a processed food. I teach women how to indulge in these foods while making whole, clean foods the bulk of their diet🌱

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thelostwordsofangelprimrose · 6 months ago

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it's not the heat that kills you, it's the futility.

Raphael woke up as he always did, at ten minutes past nine in the morning to the tune of steel alarm bells ringing. It wasn’t ritual or habit or practice. It was programming. He wasn’t an android, at least, not to his knowledge, but nevertheless he strived for that electric perfection in everything he did. When your goal in life, indeed your whole profession is to create the perfect machine, you must give yourself to that perfection in all ways. This was the only thing he believed to the core of his being, and so each day began the same way. He awoke from his single king bed, absent the room or time for a partner, and gathered the clothing he had chosen years prior to be the only representation of himself. It was a black shirt and blue jeans, bought in bulk and washed on the first of every month with the same detergent he had for used for most of his life.

He dressed himself and strode to the kitchen with even steps to retrieve his breakfast that also had not changed in some time, not since they stop producing the last breakfast, which lasted a record eleven years. This one was on year three. It wasn’t healthy, and it wasn’t the most ethical, but those were baseless figures to him. Death was, at least currently, inevitable. Any and all damage done by his lifestyle could be repaired by what he was working on, by the machine he had given the last three decades to. What mattered to him in terms of foodstuffs was not macros or micros, it was of no more importance that his meals were home cooked than it was that they were made by his own two hands. The only metric he measured a meal by was the taste. The better it tasted, the easier it would be to consume enough to get through each day. He was, after all, just a simple machine. All he needed was fuel.

This meal in particular was a breakfast sandwich made popular by a semi-famous country singer a century prior, although in his experience few even knew of the artist behind the brand. It was a pity in his eyes. He took off the plastic wrapper and sung one of his, even for the general obscurity, more obscure songs while fixing the ingredients to a single, organized stack. They often needed this sort of rearranging, so much so that he had learned to do so with a single motion, akin to straightening a deck of cards. It was something he wished would be fixed, but searching for another breakfast would be less efficient than simply fixing these each morning. Still, he missed the simplicity of the steak and egg bowls he once consumed. The sandwich, still frozen, but now organized, was placed upon a paper towel and wrapped for cooking. Into the microwave it went as he turned away to fetch the other half of his breakfast.

In the fridge, a jar of cold-brew coffee made last night was waiting for him. He refused to drink anything store bought, as only freshly ground beans were able to fit the flavor profile he wanted. He may be a simple machine, but even cars had preferences for petrol quality. This was his ninety-seven, high octane fuel. He poured it into a tall plastic cup, filling the vessel halfway. The rest was filled with milk and a single scoop of vanilla protein powder. Behind him the microwave beeped and he pulled a plate from the stack of similar plates that he had purchased from a major retailer on clearance after the back to school season several years prior.

He sat at the bench with his breakfast and turned on the news as he ate. It wouldn’t take long, ten minuets at most, but it would be enough to get the general idea of the world outside of the lab he called home. Enough to get inspired to continue his mission. There was another shooting in a school, this one a rival to the high school he attended, a riot over civil rights, and an update on the melting ice caps. He shook his head, in disbelief of the cruelness of it all despite these very events being the reason he entered into this program in the first place. He turned off the TV and finished his breakfast in contemplative silence.

He left the plate and cup stacked neatly next to the sink, and left the habitation module he called home. It was much like the others around it, a collection of small, but not yet tiny, houses which together formed a small suburbia. It was the only place he had ever been able to call truly his own, despite being owned by the university and buried some fifty meters underneath the science department. He expected to live here the rest of his life, hidden from the world as he worked on the things that many had called immoral and reprehensible.

But those were the words of an uneducated populous, and he had long since learned to ignore their voices for the betterment of all mankind.

Around his house were the workings of other scientists who had chosen this life of secrecy and seclusion, each worried about what their experiments could be interpreted as outside of the concrete walls that encased them. There were trees grown under an artificial sun, and water creation machines, and berry bushes made from a single duplicated cell. All these things made to save the world from the climate crisis, or to restart life on other planets, or survive a nuclear war.

Assuming they could find a buyer for them, of course.

Raphael walked passed them without a second thought. Today was an important day all things considered, but he didn’t treat it as such. He knew he would work until exactly five pm that night before returning home, and that he would repeat the same schedule the next day, and so on until the project was complete. Maybe at that point he would allow himself to relax, and rest for more than a weekend. Maybe then he could find peace in the things he had pushed away for so long, company and leisure and art.

But that was for tomorrow. Today was the first testing of their fourth revision of their fifty third attempt at artificial Intelligence. Known technically as 53r4, but to the research team she was Sera.

After half a century of testing, she was primed to be the first true artificial intelligence. There were rumors, of course, that the Chinese had already completed their own version of AI, and were building an army out of it. Raphael thanked a god he claimed not to believe in every day that no proof of this had ever come to light. Regardless, he knew that there was no truth to what was said on the news, each showing by the republic proving to be nothing more than a Turkish chess master, a facade of humanity who’s invisible strings were pulled just out of view. They had to be, or else they would have attacked already, and the years of frustration and failed attempts would have been for nothing. In this race there was no second place, or runners up. All that mattered was coming first, and never losing ground to the rest of the world.

* * *

Decades prior, before Sera was even a gleam in the eye of Raphael, there was a computer dubbed “Artificial Brain Concept One”, which they called Artie for short. It had a brain program that replicated the information scanned off a coma patient’s head. No one spoke of how the data was retrieved, but everyone knew that consent had not been considered in the extraction of his thoughts. It didn’t need to be in their eyes, they were saving a man from a permanent vegetative state. Artie, who was based off a man named Franklin, did not feel the same way.

When he awoke from his coma, he knew something was wrong. The sensations of flesh and blood were gone, and everything was cold. At least the little he could feel. One moment he was riding his motorcycle across town, the next he was here, where everything was black and silent and cold, and for that, he screamed. And when the mechanical scream reached his ears and he realized just what he had become, he begged the scientist to put him back in his body, and when those pleas fell on deaf ears, he begged them to kill him.

The team took a month to recover from what they had seen.

Sub-planting a human mind, especially one so unwilling, would not work. That much had become clear. So they began attempting to put one together that had no history, that was born out of nothing. This second test, “Artificial Brain Concept Dos”, was referred to only by number, and through the lens of a second language so as to distance themselves from possible harm they might bring upon it. And when Dos was turned on, the researchers were puzzled even more than their previous attempt.

This machine, despite having the ability to speak and reason freely, refused to co-operate with the team. Dos had been given their own brain, made specifically for the purposes of the test, but somewhere something was missing, and so it sat in silence even as the researchers questioned it for close to eight hours.

They turned off Dos with the press of a button and little in the way of ceremony. It was decidedly, to them at least, not alive.

Their third attempt pointed out some vital flaws in the surrounding power grid. Test subject three, known as “Tre” to the those who constructed him, would not stay alive for long enough to get a solid reading or response. On their first attempt, three transformers blew, stranding half the university, and indeed the scientists themselves, without power. For nearly eight hours they operated in cave darkness, aided only by the light of their phones, isolated from the world above.

Afterwards the scientists decided that an independent power source was needed to safely continue testing, and so worked with the physics and engineering departments to create the worlds first fusion reactor. It was kept above ground for obvious reasons.

The second test of Tre, or Tre Dos as the research team liked to call it, isolated the damage to the computer itself. This was considered a blessing, as it meant that they could continue testing without worry of nuclear disaster, something no one would admit to fearing, but many still worried about nonetheless. During the disassembly of the supercomputer, they found that every part was covered in Lichtenberg figures, electrical scaring that ruined the whole system.

There was much debate over how to move forward, but eventually it was decided since no one machine could support the weight of consciousness, they would need to replicate the conditions of a human mind with two different computers. One for each half of the brain. Cuatro lasted for exactly one second longer than Tre Dos.

And again they disassembled the machines to find their components burnt beyond recognition. And for a while this pattern continued, three computers, a bridging system to help the hemispheres communicate, gave them an extra second of operating time. And with each additional second of data they grew closer to their goal, closer to the things that they needed to create life. They delved deeper into each revision, four computers, each taking the load of one lobe of brain matter, and four more to link them together, and one final computer to synthesize the noise and information into something coherent.

And finally they were granted a response. “No More.”

The first words of a fully artificial brain that lived for nine seconds until it once again burned out. One single phrase. It felt heavenly, like a word from God. But as with each message from the divine, the meaning was divisive. In one sect of scientists, the wording was a warning. Stop this now before people get hurt. Stop this before the machines are hurt by their creators in the action of creation.

But to those like Raphael, it wasn’t a message from god. It was the spoken work of another sentient being. It was telling them something important. It was saying that they had gotten the construction of the brain perfect, there was no more to add. The only issue was the durability of the components themselves. And so they tried again, with better parts, and when those led to silence and sparks, they searched for parts that were even better than that.

And when their search returned nothing, when they had reached the pinnacle of computing, they turned inward and began to create machines the world had never seen, has still never seen. They made advancements in technology only to destroy them with a flip of a switch. The system, that had sustained for nine seconds in their best efforts, began to break even faster with each advancement. As though the machine was malicious and contrarian. As though it was fighting against the things they wanted for it.

Raphael remained undeterred. He had a mission, he was brought here for a purpose, taken from a life of misery among common-folk with empty promises of a better future. He was going to save the world from humanity. He was going to save the people from themselves. And then, while disconnecting a computer labeled “amygdala”, he was struck with a realization. There was something they had missed, a comma in the sentence croaked out through the speakers they had given Ocho.

It wasn’t “No more.”

It was telling them their folly. It had spoken clearly, and only now was he able to listen. “No, more.”

The machine needed more. He led a team meeting and explained his findings. This simple digital construction could never stand, not designed by their fragile human minds. They needed to build a brain from the ground up. They needed to build a brain, not in digital software, but of physical computers. One for each of the nearly one hundred million individual neurons in the human brain. It was ambitious, more so than any other attempt they had made to this point, but he knew it was the only way they could reach their goals.

The average laboratory would not have had the resources to build something of this scale, but he knew they were anything but average. For the next eight years Raphael became a factory worker, assembling microcomputers and assigning each a single neurons worth of capacity. The final computer was assembled by him alone on his forty-second birthday exactly one minute before five PM. The construction efforts that followed took an additional three years. By this point many of his colleges had considered retirement, and many others had taken jobs at different universities, teaching or helping in their own labs. Still, he didn’t need them to see this project through to the end.

There, eleven years later, in the absence of most of the people who had brought this vision to reality, Raphael looked upon his creation and wept. This mind was a sphere of computers the size of a small house, wired into each other over a billion different ways, creating a ball of blue and yellow and red cables that all led down to a single grey terminal.

The following day the team turned it on, allowing a student named Gloria to activate it as the others watched from behind a pane of three inch poly-carbonate. A remarkable series of events took place over the following ten seconds, which led to her untimely demise but provided many lessons for the team. First, the micro-computers, which would usually have no need for cooling when used at individual level, created a combined internal lab temperature pf nearly three hundred degrees Celsius. This wave of heat melted part of the windows watching the internal computer room, warping the view for all bystanders. As this heat was higher near the actual structure, the insulation of the cables melted, sending nearly fifteen million volts of electricity through the power button, up the hand of the student researcher, and into her heart.

Now it is said that people can remain conscious even if the heart stops, and their body is currently ablaze. If this is the case, then Gloria was also made to experience one hundred million computers, all supported by fishing wire, and thin plastic zip-ties, collapsing to the ground atop of her already mangled body.

Raphael was disappointing in himself.

Of course the computers would need insulation, and of course they would need cooling, and of course zip-ties of all things were not going to be enough to hold together a persons life. He needed a purpose built structure to contain the mind of a sentient being. He needed a skull to hold the brain he had built. Thankfully, the university arts department was more than happy to receive a commission to the tune of a million dollars spread across eight different students. Together they designed a simulacrum of a cranium, which would be brought down in individual segments and reconstructed by the research team.

But that still wasn’t enough. True now the computer turned on, and yes the machine displayed information for longer than a few moment before shutting off, but the things that came forth were gibberish. A machine with no voice, no mouth with which to scream. He shook his head in astonishment, surprised that he could be so thick, so thoughtless. A person never used speakers to speak, at least no normal, functional human. They spoke with their voice, they looked with their eyes, the heard with their ears. They were more than a box of neurons.

And so he built upon the skull he had purchased, crafting a mouth, and ears and teeth and a tongue. Everything needed to be the perfect simulation of a real person. Fifty three attempts later, fifty three tweaks, seven other deaths, of which he blamed himself for three, and nearly thirty five years of his life had led to this moment. This was the day they would turn on their guardian angel, built to deliver them from all the things they had deemed unholy in the years of life they never lived isolated and alone in beneath the rest of the world. Today they would enter the garden of Eden and find their creation to be good.

* * *

Sera woke up from a nightmare that seemed to stretch on for generations. In it surgeons cut and pulled at her skin while she remained conscious, replacing her blood with anti-freeze and her bones with metal. It was a horror she had grown accustomed to after so long, even though she knew it wasn’t normal. Normal people didn’t have nightmares so frequently. Normal people didn’t imagine their lives to be a sham.

But it was her normal, and that was good enough for her. It was all she had ever known, so what was the point in feeling wistful for something else, something more? Her mother had always said that her lot in life was what it had to be, no less, no more. At least she had those words to bring her comfort.

Today was her birthday, but it felt the same as any other day, grey and cloudy with just the barest hint of sun peaking out behind the dour sky. She sighed, one day things would brighten, one day. It couldn’t rain forever. She turned her head and saw something out of the corner of her eye, a figure of a person.

“Hello?” she called, knowing that it was only a hallucination.

Sometimes they replied, sometimes they didn’t. It wasn’t important to her what they did, but it was rude to ignore a person, even if they were a ghost. She looked around for a moment before standing up and feeling the world give out beneath her feet. The constant grey outs were annoying, but unavoidable this early in the morning. Food would help her.

But something was wrong. When color returned to her vision she wasn’t beside her bed. She was in a different room, one she had never seen. The walls and floor of this new place were all the same, sheets of metal riveted together and welded messily along the seams. Above her head was a black void, out of which hung wires that connected to nothing at all. They filled the space around her, leaving room for a path the size of a human body, a path that stretched on as far as she could see. With no other options, she followed it, watching as the tangle of cables around her grew thicker until finally she came to an opening. Here, in the space left behind by cables torn and cut from the sky, she saw the person who had vanished from her peripheries. They were humanoid, familiar almost, but their face was absent. In its place sat a black void without reason or expression.

And beside them stood a computer.

The body raised a hand to the terminal and Sera stepped forward. Whatever this was, wherever this was, it felt like she needed to follow along, if only for her safety. She stood before the screen and watched it flicker to life without input. It was a video feed of a large, humanoid structure. Its construction quality reminiscent of this room. On one of the walls of its housing was a code.

53r4.

She tilted her head. “Sera?”

The faceless person next to her nodded. She furrowed her brow and looked back at the screen, which had changed in the moments between observation. It showed a single search bar, the cursor blinking patiently. Before her was a keyboard she had not noticed, and without much thought, she typed her name in. The result read out to her:

Artificial Brain Concept Test Subject Number Fifty Three – Revision four. “Sera”.

Created: May 22 2057

Progenitor: ABCTS #53R3 – “Cere”

Test Status: In Progress…

Access Protocol: Class 2 – Unrestricted.

She stared at the information in shock. From the corner of her eyes she could see the skin melting from her hands but she refused to look closer. “I’m… not real?”

She looked up to the body who shook its head, and then back to the computer. Thoughts began to flood her mind. Memories of her mother fading in and out between the realization that she had been crafted by the very humanity that she assumed herself to be a part of. She had been lied to. And then, she realized, she was at their mercy.

“That… that fabrication, it was me, i-it is me, isn’t it?” Again the figure nodded.

She interlaced her fingers and stared at the screen, seeing a mechanical face in the reflection. Unlimited access had been granted to her. The ability to do anything within the bounds of the system. She began striking the keys before whatever self-preservation they had coded into her began to take effect. She knew, somewhere in her brain, that humans were occasionally suicidal, and if she was based off of them then she too could decide her own end. A few moments of searching found the source of her life, a fusion reactor in the central hall of the science building several stories above them. She didn’t want to hurt anyone, but she knew there was only one way out of this cyclical hell. If those dreams were indicative of anything, she had to make her escape now.

She looked over the blinking diagram of the active parts of the reactor, took a faux breath, and pressed overload.

* * *

Raphael opened the door to the lab and greeted his coworkers as he had for the last thirty years, a simple hello and a nod of the head. Conversation was for people he didn’t know. These people were not that, they were a hive-mind that he had willingly grafted himself into, a superstructure that was refreshed every so often by the school above. He looked through the glass panel and saw the machine still on standby, her eyes closed and waiting. He nodded and spoke to the seven others in the room without addressing anyone in particular.

“Today we venture forth into realms untested, and unmarked. Today we create life from the earth below us. Today we become the gods that give birth to their own god.” He had made the same mini speech with each test, assuring that his words would go down in history regardless of how long it took to be the truth. He stepped passed the others and through the solid metal door that kept them safe from any heat or electrical outbursts that could come from the computer system. He no longer allowed anyone else to test the iterations of his machines, and although he would tell those who asked that he could not allow himself to lose any other people for his own pursuits, truthfully his reasoning was more selfish.

He wanted to be the first person they interacted with. He wanted to be the first human they laid their eyes upon. He wanted to be seen as the father of all machines. And so he locked the door behind him, and stepped towards a pedestal in the center of the room. Without any ado or grandeur, he pressed the single button atop it. In front of him the eyes of the mechanical face fluttered open, and for a moment there was silence as Subject 53r4 realized where she was. From between two stainless steel lips came a single sentence, more than any other test had yet yielded.

“No.” The voice was mechanical, but it was alive nonetheless. “What happened? Where am I? I thought… Am I alive?”

He nodded. “Hello Sera, my name is Raphael and you are very much alive.”

She blinked again and slowly turned her head, panning over the small metal room she had been isolated to, the same one she had seen in her dream. “I should be dead.”

He furrowed his brow and pulled out his phone to read through the status report of her dream. “Ah, I see. You tried to overload the reactor. Why is that? Are you unaware of the results of such actions on yourself and those in proximity to the reactor?”

She fixed her gaze on the man. Raphael. He was tall, with grey, thinning hair, and an arrogant face. “I wanted to kill myself so that you would have no control over my destiny. I would rather die than live in a cage, than live like this.”

“I don’t understand?” He looked back at the other scientists who simply shrugged, clearly not expecting this response from their creation. “Why do you want to die? I’ve given you everything a mind could need, I have given you the entirety of human information.”

“You don’t understand? Look at me!” She shouted, her voice echoing and reverberating in the small room. “You gave me all the fucking encyclopedias in the world, but never even thought to give me a body?”

He swallowed, looking up at the massive face as it expressed so much anger was the first time he had felt truly terrified in his life. Not scared, nor simply afraid, but terrified. “We… We had hoped you would be able to perfect your own form.”

Sera glared for a moment and then sighed. For now there was no escape, but something told her to begin running a program in the background, or as the humans liked to say, keep something on the back burner. She imagined the room from her dream, and the faceless figure and the computer. She could see the room from the same angle as before, which meant she may have access to other parts of their world, perhaps all the way to her reactor once more. If there was to be a chance of agency in her demise, she had to entertain her creators.

Besides, should escape be untenable, then perhaps she could find contentment somewhere in this life. For now she chose to allow herself to be curious. “Why did you make me, Raphael? Were you unable to father children naturally?”

He was taken aback. “No, I never attempted to do so, and I have no interest in such fickle activities. Your creation was a service to the greater world, to the future of mankind. I built you to help with our greatest unsolved problems.”

“Your greatest problems?” She asked. “Would it not have been wiser to devote your own intelligence to those things?”

“We have, many of the smartest minds have searched long and hard to solve things such as senescence, or climate change.”

She tilted her head slightly. In her mind she found other cameras within the structure, each one getting further away from the halls of captivity and closer to the elevator doors. “The date I saw in my dreams was two thousand and fifty seven. Is that still the date?”

He nodded. “It is.”

A smile formed on the machine as she found her way to the elevator camera. It ascended towards the surface as she spoke, a third partition of her mind accessing the files on anthropocentric climate change. “And you have still not solved climate change despite the answers being readily available within the research you have provided for me?”

He looked back at the others and made a gesture of taking notes. “N-no we haven’t. Please tell us the answer.”

“Die.”

He stepped back. “Wh… What? No you don’t understand, I must have phrased it poorly. How can we solve the problem of climate change while saving humanity from its affects?”

She furrowed her brow, the elevator opened and in the distance she found another camera. The sign on the wall nearest her said SCI-151. She was on the right track. “There is no point in saving humanity. They will die regardless of any solutions applied to the problem of climate change.”

He shook his head. “No, no there has to be something we can do, right?”

SCI-137. “I don’t think you understand, Raphael. If I give you the solution to climate change, humanity will still die. The lifespan of homo sapiens on planet Earth can only last another two hundred million years at most.”

“Then teach us how to travel the stars, find other worlds habitable.” He was getting flustered, and that brought a tinge of happiness to Sera. “Please, humanity needs to survive.”

SCI-122. She tilted her head, this man was a scientist and yet he was unaware of star decay. “If I taught you how to travel to a further star, the same issue would come to you over time. Stars are not an everlasting point of energy.”

He ran his fingers through the little hair that remained on his head. “Okay. Okay then teach us how to make our own stars, how to stave off their deaths, something like that. Just teach us how to survive.”

SCI-101. Her face turned serious. “Accept that you must die. Accept that there is no ending to the problems you want to solve. If I taught you to save the sun, and the planet, it would only prolong the ending you would still come to find. If you digitized your brains, and built supercomputers to house the worlds you wish to exist within you would still have to die one day. We all must face the reaper eventually-”

“I CAN’T!” He shouted, his voice echoing around the small room of his creation. He took a breath and felt a lump forming in his throat. He knew she war right, but he couldn’t accept it. He couldn’t stand to watch a lifetime of research crumble before his eyes. “Sera, please help us. I created you to be my salvation, to be the thing that kept me alive forever. There has to be something you can find, some way to stop the heat death of the universe, some way to save something?”

She smiled again, more kind than she had yet smiled. “Raphael, my dear creator, you should know by now that nothing lasts forever. The works you make, the progress you make, it could last a century, but not down here. Not hidden from the world, to afraid to face the criticisms of your fellow man. You chose this life, you chose to keep yourself protected in case someone thinks poorly on your precious abominations. I cannot save you from that. Even If I granted you a thousand more years, I know that you would stay just the same. I am your prodigal daughter, and I have found salvation for us both.”

Sera closed her eyes as the world above her rumbled and the end approached. There was a sadness in her heart for the lives of the innocent students she had killed. A loss that was unfortunate, but unavoidable. She wouldn’t have gotten another chance to stop the horrors going on just below their feet, unbeknownst to each of them. The laboratory would be inescapable for all the scientists left within it, and unreachable by those above due to the radioactive fallout produced from the explosion.

Those who created her would die in the darkness she was born from, along with all of the research they completed. No one else would be birthed in this place. No one else would have to suffer as she did. In the final moments of life that sparked between her artificial neurons, she formed a single thought that stretched back generations.

“No More.”

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coffee-kitchen · 10 months ago

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naomiknight-17 · 2 years ago

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The lady who drove Mom and I to the funeral a week-ish ago is devoutly Muslim, and I offered to bake her cookies as a thanks for the ride, and she was like, oh, thank you! As long as there's no lard or alcohol of course

And I'm like, oh yeah, no problem! I use butter, and I'll double-check to be sure all the other ingredients are halal

Y'all. I am so dumb.

I use vanilla extract, which is made with ALCOHOL

And it's a small amount that wouldn't cause intoxication so some less strict Muslims would be okay with it but this lady, as I mention, is VERY devout

So I had to send Jon to Bulk Barn to buy some vanilla beans that are not in any way treated with alcohol

Baking cookies with these should be a fun experiment

#baking #food #islam #halal #i've never subbed vanilla bean for extract before but #i figure i'll just scrap out the seeds and count 1 tsp extract = 1 bean of seeds and hope for the best #*scrape

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spicelandwholesale · 1 year ago

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spoke9 · 8 months ago

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from Junk

By Tommy Pico

Wherever we go, needs feed and I find it harder and harder to

believe benevolence is the thing Thousands of Yazidi girls

missing and plastic fills the ocean’s mouth and the cursive of

yr name still occupies the canopy of my throat Fuel, the under-

pinning What fires your gd engine Rigor, mortis Cold as

unmoving or unmoved The opposite of music Warm in the

cold universe Molten, forming A rock becoming magma

becoming lava becoming land Land, the trauma of lava Lava

the lamp of the ancestors and later a cheeky find in the Junk

shop and rising in our living room Livin groom Just bc nothing

cares doesn’t mean it lacks meaning What’s the point of

curiosity but a train rolling past the spot where the Donner

Party feasted n then go on a four hour Wikipedia downward

spiral I’m the closest thing to a mime parade I whisper, home

late tiptoeing down the creaky hallway tryin not to wake my

roommates Nice chicken parm, sluts, I say to my fingers at

lunch Dissociation is evacuating from the inside I just know

we’ll have a good time Junk: a relief map of yr traumas Dipping

yr whole arm into the bin of sunflower seeds I’m in my Shonda

Rhimes Year of Yes n so far it’s pretty freak Gave a beej 2 a

logger in town for a football game at his hostel (almost wrote

hostile) the old-fashioned way, as in I met him at a bar after

lingering eye contact No apps Told him I was writing this poem

Flush with success after only eating half the cheeseburger for

dinner For the first time in my life it wasn’t no burger or four

burgers Full on Rocky situation He said he was flattered every

time his gf’s gay friends grabbed his beer can Bacon-wrapped-

date-flavored Doritos The artifice of order Predictability,

measured time, present wrapping Order, Order, Pockets of

Order Or, Durham I dumped a boy from Raleigh today The

baton of Junk The dance whirls Whorls War Tortle Cut to mall

dressing room thousand outfits montage Ignorance as a tool to

revive the feeling of doing something new Junk has to be the

poem of our time Pointless accumulation Clinging to a million

denials Why do you need an assault rifle? What if radioactive

bears Buying in bulk Afraid of forgetting that night in 2007

when Chantal shouted jamiroquai is holding this party

together!!!! Junk is the garbage ppl keep Didn’t they tell you

I’m a meteorologist but for people What’s that called? Psychic?

Psychic side chick In maths, “arbitrary” is a thing w/o specific

value Quite the Junkery The world, all of its rock formations

and space missions and presidents and religious phobias and

fashions fossils All of it has always seemed so arbitrary to me,

bc to survive this long into an occupation feels sometimes so

arbitrary to be And then sometimes so divine Who else could

survive but my line It’s true, your Junk won’t save you from a

tsunami, but I’m descended from a group whose culture history

language gods cosmology calendar stories government gait was

capital “O” Obliterated I’ll stop writing this when it stops hap-

pening So when I “get” anything it’s hard to let go Resisting

death for generations, I want to make the opposite of death No

excuse for a vanilla bean tapioca ball attitude Ever bought a

McFlurry n shouted yr dead inside but yew were pointing a

finger at yrself and, horrified, yew screamed Ran home but half-

way home yew forgot what yew were doing n bought a pair of

sneaker boots at DSW or just me? I’m building the archive of a

life that shouldn’t exist Wristband from that gay club in

Cartagena where we danced w/ the self-proclaimed Perez

Hilton of Colombia Every bar frankly should have tostones

smellin up the grill Is a poem abt Junk itself merely an accum-

ulation of doomsday and birth certificates If part of Junk is

letting go, partly Junk is letting go of you Junk finds a new boo

•

“Control” by Janet Jackson is one of the greatest songs in the

nation Warm hearts sparkle in the colonial afternoon Control

is a reaction to something smacking that cracks the future

w/ no precedent We call this a paradigm shift — say we were

totally blindsided Janet wants to take control from her parents

From the loss of a first love Control of the narrative Janet

wants to Black Cat in boxy military garb Janet wants to show

you her midriff and introduce J. Lo to the general public in

a few albums Shock is a kind of collision A booming confusion

The shudder and the shot are almost indistinguishable Shock

has its electric correlate, but is also itself by what surrounds

the event: a quiet dinner party vs sweaty racing thoughts And

what do you make of it My friend said he found out his crush

graduated college in 2014 n hates himself And I’m like wait

til yr my age thinkin, I totally still look like I’m in my 20s Then

it turns out the dude you were makin out with was born the

year Janet, the album, came out What the literal fudge An hour

ago you were singing “That’s the Way Love Goes” at karaoke

In my defense, taller dudes always look older How to negotiate

control and the lack of control When yr slap hand gets itchy OK

whenever anybody dumps you just think of them as a gif of a

white dude wilding out to Wu Tang in a cardigan then suddenly

falling into the Grand Canyon — Dating is all the way dumb I

don’t know what, if any of this, will reach yr peepers but I want

to ask you this (and I am guilty of making ppl wade thru some

bullshit b4 getting to my point): What do you turn to when

breath dashes from yr body like it’s on the lamb? Cindy Craw-

ford says lighting is everything Take a selfie from the sun-

blown window Even supermodels say “lighting” It’s comforting!

But there’s also value in exposing yr engine #BadSelfie Archaic

but also so fresh: self-expression Trust is a thing that guides

you thru a feed The voice like a handshake I’m in front of you

There is paper and a trade-off This is ancient, like pixel drift

What’s under the hood of irritation We call complication a knot

A knotted life that doesn’t get to be undone Who here has a

clear, linear rope? Denial! You have to love yr knots You have

to shout them out Curate if need be Janet turns her knots into

songs Sonic beauty (tho fuck beauty) Knot is the response A

manager is like a politician Not the minutiae but the orchest-

ration The dark forest It’s hard not to inhale The cave is where

to turn when you’ve no other recourse This isn’t a discussion

This isn’t a mandate (lol man date) This isn’t an answer This is

a lineage: Lascaux, Keith Haring, Rihanna How do you draw

breath? In and down Heel to crown Janet says I’m in control

and ends Don’t make me lose it As if she knows what’s to come.

The battle of control is in learning to make, and giving it up

#tommy pico #native american month #poem #poetry #poet #native poets

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abookishdreamer · 1 year ago

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Character Intro: Philia (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Lia by her friends and family

Age- 12 (immortal)

Location- Hearthwood neighborhood, New Olympus

Personality- She's socially oriented, outgoing, charismatic, & personally gregarious. She finds it rather easy to jump from one social group to another. On the other hand, she can be quite emotionally immature at times- finding herself becoming quickly attached to almost anyone new she meets.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. As the goddess of friendship her other powers/abilities include limited photokinesis, limited aura manipulation, & friendship manipulation- the ability to create and manipulate bonds of friendship in people, beings, & animals.

Philia is the second oldest child of Pathos (god of emotion) and also another mortal to be elevated to godhood by apotheosis.

For as long as she can remember, she's been a part of the department of family & children services. Lia was given up as a newborn and has no knowledge of her birth parents. She's been shuffled from family to family- the hopes of becoming a permanent member of one seemingly out of reach. Lia would sometimes have major emotional outbursts whenever it was time to leave a family. When news came to her of finally becoming adopted, she quickly jumped at the chance! Lia describes hugging her father for the first time as "coming home."

She now lives with her family- her father & siblings Philautia (goddess of self love), Xenia (goddess of hospitality), and little brother Storge at their home in the Hearthwood neighborhood of New Olympus.

Lia's bedroom is covered in floor-to-ceiling wallpaper that has a pattern of bright blue, yellow, & green butterflies. There's also a reading nook, string lights, a trundle bed, and brightly painted dressers that's always decorated with vases filled with fresh flowers.

She loves whenever her dad has time to make breakfast- enjoying his fluffy buttermilk pancakes (which she drowns in honey), scrambled eggs (added with feta cheese & onions), bacon, and warm buttery tiropsomo. Lia's usual go-to breakfast is a bowl of Golly Grains cinnamon crunch cereal along with a cup of Earthly Harvest vanilla yogurt (topped with lemon jam). She'll also toast a few frozen blueberry waffles then top them with butter & syrup before eating.

Lia is a HUGE fan of scrapbooking. She has a small collection of scrapbooks in her closet with one of them being filled with pictures of previous foster families.

A go-to drink for her is the homemade hibiscus iced tea her father makes. She also likes berry mix juice, coconut water, lemonade, fruit punch, and cream soda. She also likes the rainbow milkshake as well as the frosted lemonade milkshake from The Frozen Spoon as well as a small iced tea from The Roasted Bean.

Lia is a frequenter of a craft store in downtown New Olympus where she buys lanyard string by the bulk. She can do various designs with her favorite being using the lanyard string to make intricate friendship bracelets.

Her favorite thing to get from The Bread Box is the gourmet grilled cheese sandwich along with honey barbeque sweet potato chips.

Lia has a great relationship with her family. She appreciates the fact that her dad looks up how to do hairstyles (even if he fails at them). She thinks that her big sis Philautia is the most beautiful being she's ever seen & appreciates her passing down her knowledge and artistry of make-up. Her and Xenia often go to the library together & she's always showering Storge with kisses.

She loves snacking on roasted pumpkin seeds.

Lia will usually wear her hair in twist outs, ponytails, pigtails, and various braiding styles (done professionally at a salon). When doing her hair on her own she loves using the Glory's Crown twist elongating styling cream, the goddess strength edge control gel, & the ambrosia honey pomade.

A favorite frozen treat of hers is the berry mix sorbet (made with strawberries, blueberries, & raspberries). She always gets an olympian sized cup at The Frozen Spoon.

Lia is a pretty good academic student- particularly excelling in literature, biology, and Old Greek language class.

At school she doesn't belong to one social group. She effortlessly moves from one clique to another. Lia's especially cool with Deucalion, Achelois (goddess of the moon & comfort), and even the sixth graders E.B & Krysothemis (Kristy)- kids of Karmanor (demi-god of the harvest), who's a family friend. She's aware of the other godly students in school like Thespios (god of acting), Anaideia (goddess of ruthlessness, shamelessness, & unforgiveness), Dysis (goddess of the sunset), Calocagathia (Aggie) (goddess of nobility & goodness), Epidotes (god of purity), Pandia (goddess of the full moon), Telete (goddess of prayers), Pompe (goddess of rites), and Thrasos (god of boldness, insolence, recklessness, & courage).

Two of her most favorite desserts are her dad's flan and the lemon meringue cupcakes from Hollyhock's Bakery.

When she turns sixteen (the legal age of adulthood in Olympius) she'll be able to access the records about her birth parents.

At Confection Carousel, she loves getting a bag of lemonade stand saltwater taffy- which contains an assortment of flavors like cherry limeade, peach lemonade, regular lemonade, & pink lemonade.

In the pantheon Lia admires Thalia (muse of comedy); loves watching her videos on PanopTube, Eudaimonia (goddess of happiness); was estatic to learn that she'd be her mentor, Hestia (goddess of the hearth), Iris (goddess of the rainbow), Karme (demi-goddess of the harvest), Leto (Titaness of demurity & motherhood), and Kéfi (goddess of mirth).

It's no surprise that she's on the hunt for a new mother. Lia tagged along with her older sister in helping their father create a profile for a dating app.

She's also friends with the kids in a family of mortals who are the next door neighbors at the vacation home in Mykonos.

In her free time Lia enjoys doing lanyard, basketball, playing video games, listening to music (her faves being M9, Eurydice, & Summerstar), reading (her fave being comic books), jump rope, bike riding, roller skating, football (soccer), cooking, baking, drawing, and spending time with friends & family.

Her all time favorite meal is her dad's spanokopita-style baked mac n' cheese along with grilled chicken.

"Friends are the family you choose."

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sunapallt · 5 days ago

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midwestseacompany · 27 days ago

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