#How to Build the Ultimate Home Workshop

[cruelfeline]

Dwarf Fortress story time!

So, for the uninitiated: there is a mechanic in DF where a dwarf can be taken by a strange mood. Said dwarf will then commandeer a workshop and demand certain supplies in order to make a fancy, legendary item. But like... not necessarily a useful item. It can be something dumb. Like... I dunno... a table or whatever. But it's a fancy table!

Anyway, if you don't supply the right workshop and supplies, the dwarf gets upset. And might go mad and start violence. Or get depressed and die. So it's a good idea to try to let them indulge their creative whimsy.

This is how our story starts: a Dwarven farmer commanders my stoneworking workshop. He demands metal bars. Which is unfortunate because I have no metal bars. I also don't have any ore with which to make those metal bars.

So while I can build a smelter and a wood furnace to handle ore and provide fuel, I don't have any ore to smelt. Leading me to instruct the dwarves to mine deeper.

Deeper, deeper... and we hit a fungal cavern. Nifty! But still no ore. Probably because I created a world with few instances of metals. For science!

Right now, this means that my farmer dwarf is likely going to lose his mind fairly soon because I can't get him any metal bars. Boo.

But! I do see some gemstones in the fungal caverns. I can at least send some dwarves to get those. We'll get some pretty jewels to commemorate our farmer's descent into madness, or whatever.

So that's what I do. I send some dwarves down there to mine gemstones, and... all is well for like, ten seconds. Then the game alerts me to mining being interrupted. And dwarves being dead. And giant ants being involved.

Apparently, giant ants live in these fungal caves. And they're not thrilled to find dwarves gallivanting about their home.

Violence ensues. The dwarves fight back. There's suddenly a lot of dwarven blood and ant ichor soaking into the fungal floor. Multiple individuals are dead on both sides.

Ultimately, the ants retreat. The dwarves retreat.

Except for two. Two dwarves were injured in such a way that they can no longer stand. Or move. Or possibly feel their legs. And I don't have a hospital set up yet because that is beyond my current DF level. I'm able to build a well so other dwarves can bring them water and keep them alive, but they are otherwise stuck in the fungal caverns for the foreseeable future. Maybe until I can get a hospital set up, maybe longer.

One dwarf lays down there alone, but! The other is not alone.

The other downed dwarf has a pet guinea pig, and that pet guinea pig has been by her side both during the battle with the giant ants and in the aftermath. So while this dwarf cannot move from her resting place, she has a little companion that doesn't stray too far from her side. She's not alone down there, in the fungal caverns.

It's pretty dang adorable.

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In other news, that dwarven farmer who really wanted to make some fancy trinket and inspired this entire unlucky foray into the caverns? Eventually descended into melancholy, wandered outside, and quietly died of dehydration in a field.

So. Uh. Yeah. :|

[irisintheafterglow]

*runs out of my cave* I can not be silenced any longer. So like... best friend biker satoru... the campus heart throb.. wearing jeans, a white T and a black leather jacket, picking you up from class and he's right there leaning on his bike or doing the thing where they sleep/lie down on top of the bike with his legs crossed at the ankles while he waits for you and he hands you a spare helmet, takes you out on an impromptu date cause you've been studying too much (according to him) and after that he takes you back home, parks his bike for a bit and walks you to your door and before you go in he cups your face and he- oh my time's up *gets dragged back into the cave* //this brainworm has been in my head for FAR too long feel free to do what you want with it babes 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

james dean, daydream look in your eye

wc: 1.5k

cw/tags: best friends to lovers, swearing, mutual pining but reader is in denial, so fluffy you can sleep on it like a pillow

note: *drags you back out from the cave* LET THEM COOK and GUESS WHAT i'm bringing back law student!gojo. hope you enjoy!!

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“Now, what the hell is Greased Lightnin’ doing outside my building?”

“I was going for Rebel Without a Cause, but I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” he replies without missing a beat. You roll your eyes and his grin only gets wider as he hands you the spare helmet from the storage box. “What, not digging the look?”

“You look like you’re gonna cut someone with a switchblade. Also, workshop that last line; it’s a little too pretentious.” His jaw hangs open in exaggerated shock at your blunt criticism of his pickup lines. You’re a little shrewder than usual after a group-turned-solo assignment irritated you beyond belief, and it was easier to mess with Satoru than to acknowledge how good he looked in his stupid leather jacket. The leather jacket, you noted, that he bought while thrifting with you last week and the same jacket he’d turned his nose up to thinking it was “not his style.” Though Suguru was practically tackling Satoru to get his hands on it, the latter had ultimately decided to buy it after you made an off-hand comment about how it’d fit nicely with his bike. 

“You wound me. I personally thought it was a great line,” he laments, stuffing your bag in the back container of the bike while you slip on the helmet. When he’s done locking up the box, his legs effortlessly stretch over the motorcycle and you climb on behind him, snaking your arms delicately around his waist. “Just for that, I’m kidnapping you.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I’m starting the bike now, so you better hold on tighter than that if you don’t wanna fall off,” he says and you can hear the smirk in his voice. Begrudgingly, you obey his suggestion and shimmy closer to him until his back is against your chest and your arms are wound tightly around his torso. You thank every deity you can think of for creating your helmet so your best friend can’t see the warmth rising to your face when you feel the pure muscle cut into his abdomen. “We’re getting dinner and you can’t stop me!”

“You’re a menace to society!” 

“And yet, your fine ass is still on the seat!” With a jerk of the key, he starts the bike before you can spit out a retort. It hums beneath your bodies and your feet leave the ground on instinct when Satoru gives the kickstand a firm strike, cutting a dangerously risky turn that has you cursing his name over the sound of the engine. His laugh reverberates against your forearms and you rest your chin on his shoulder, relishing in his natural body heat that helped stave off the chilly wind as you passed car after car. The cacophony of noises are familiar to you by now, finally unbothered by roaring vehicles, sputtering engines, and snippets of blasted radios. 

“I think you need to pick a lane and stay in it, Satoru,” you managed to verbalize after he opened the ginormous doors of his garage, effectively unveiling his newest impulse purchase that was sure to tank his dad’s credit score for the fourteenth time. It was pretty, you had to admit, and very Satoru. He definitely ordered a custom paint job on it for it to be such a deep shade of black and the subtle purple lightning accents running down the hardware were a nice touch. His helmet had the same design scheme and he was very excited to show you your helmet, matching his but with bright blue bolts instead. To match his eyes, you figured. 

“The whole point of this thing is so I can go between lanes, silly.” His fingers lightly flick your forehead as he enters the garage, running his hand over the new leather like it was a prized racehorse. “Haven’t you seen those bikers on the highways? They’re in all the lanes, all the time.”

“You know what I mean,” you say. “I don’t know how many clients are gonna take you seriously if they see their lawyer rolling up on two wheels instead of four. You’re not really helping the ‘rich boy whose dad paid for his entire tuition’ allegations.” 

“That’s why I’m going into entertainment law, so I can kick legal ass and look hot at the same time. Also, I really couldn’t give a shit about my tuition or my dad or school in general. I’m only here because you are.” 

“That’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard,” you scoff and he quirked an eyebrow at your blunt dismissal of his reasoning. “Admit it, you’re only going to law school so you can pick up the hot girls in mini skirts.”

“They’re a bonus, yeah,” he admits and you shake your head in disbelief, too exasperated to ask if he’s joking or not. Part of you died a tiny bit every time he talked about a new girl he was talking to or told you about how many people asked him out. You commended them for doing what you never had the courage to do for fear of ruining your friendship with him. For now, you just laughed off his trial attempts at flirting and looked away when he stared at you a little too tenderly for comfort. “Wanna take her on her maiden voyage with me?”

“That’s what you say about ships, Satoru, but sure.”

“Maybe I want this ship to sail, then,” he says suggestively and you resist the urge to hit him in the head with your new helmet. Rides with Satoru became much more frequent after you finally agreed to let him pick you up from class despite only living a few minutes away. Often, he decided to make an unplanned detour at your favorite fast food place or a random grocery store as an excuse to spend more time with you. Maybe it was selfish or maybe it was more, but you didn’t mind his hand finding your thigh when you were stopped at a red light or his lingering gaze when you took off your helmet. You forced yourself not to think anything of it, but found it pretty hard to ignore him this time when he parked his bike on the curb and walked you to your door. 

“I should probably give this back; thank you for letting me borrow it,” you say quietly, attempting to shrug off his jacket from your shoulders when his hands are suddenly there to keep it in place. He wordlessly draped it over your shoulders when he came back from the bathroom at dinner, noting the goosebumps on your exposed skin and the way you crossed your arms to conserve warmth. As if Fate could get any crueler, he looked even better in just his jeans and his white tee-shirt, all charming and tempting and everything that you never could have. 

“Just keep it for now and give it back to me tomorrow, yeah?” He was looking at you in that way again, the one that made your knees turn into putty and had your heart racing as fast as the bike down a straightaway. It was a gentleness that he only reserved for you, or at least you hoped he did. 

“Okay, I’ll give it back after my 9:00 A.M. Is that okay?”

“Keep it however long you need it. It suits you.” His voice was too soft, too fond, too loving. The way his hair reflected the warm glow of your porchlight wasn’t helping, either.

“Thanks, ‘toru, for the jacket and for the impromptu dinner date.”

“Of course, gorgeous. Anything for you.” He turns to leave you alone again and the thought fills you with so much dread that you want to throw up. 

Fuck it. 

Before you have time to think, your hand is on his arm and spinning him around, your other hand grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling his face down to you. He’s kissing you back within a microsecond, as if he was waiting for you to stop him and make a move. It’s as natural as blinking, pulling him close until your back hits the door and feeling him grip your waist. He sighs into your mouth when your fingers find the hair on the back of his neck and you’re barely able to pull away before he’s chasing you down again, kissing you like he’s starving. When you’re both breathing a little heavier and your foreheads rest against each other, his hand gently cups your cheek and he runs his thumb over your skin. 

“You stole my thunder,” he murmurs, your fingers still carding through his hair. “I was gonna spin around and kiss you, but you beat me to it.”

“I got impatient,” you state simply, pressing another kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Can I still keep your jacket?” He chuckles under his breath, nudging his nose against yours.

“Baby, you can keep all of my jackets.”

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Quirk malfunctions

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As anyone else might say sometimes your quirk doesn’t always work the way you intend it unless you train it rigorously, even then sometimes your quirk can mess up or even activate subconsciously.

Characters: Bakugo Katsuki, Kaminari Denki, Shoji Mezo, Aizawa Shouta, Yagi Toshinori

A/N: I'm finally writing something after fighting with my computer for several months and posting it. I will not be disappearing into the oblivion I will be writing whether my brain likes it or not.

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Bakugo

As a new hero you needed to be ready to jump into action at a single call. But as you check your phone again you grumble. “I’m taking a nap someone will call if they need me.”

Though the idea of sleeping on concrete wasn’t entirely appealing you were glad for the pseudo cape on your uniform. Closing your eyes happily under the warmth of the sun, even if it was killing you slowly.

While you slept someone who was actually working happened to land on the roof of the building you were sleeping on, which was just the roof of your apartment. Upon seeing your uniform and you just dozing away Dynamight frowned.

“The hell? Is this the new hero that joined, lazy fucker,” he grumbles to himself before turning to you, unbeknownst to him though your quirk was already active.

As soon as he walked closer the watery tendril wrapped about his hands preventing him from using his quirk, then over his mouth to keep him from waking you up. That would have all good and well if some of the water didn’t brush against your skin sending a chill up your spine and waking you up.

Rubbing your eyes and seeing the glaring red ones you quickly pulled the water away. “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

Picking up your phone you frown at the message. Dynamight was about to chastise you for falling a sleep on the job when you turned off your visor and walked to the door.

“My apologies senpai it seems I’ve been given a mandatory holiday, have a good rest of your day,” You give a slight bow before walking through the door back into the apartment building. “How fucking fun, let me just almost suffocate my big brother’s best friend. Way to go Y/N!”

Kaminari

Your big brother had been born quirk-less and seemed to acquire a quirk seemingly over night before entering high school, while you had both your parents quirks. Fire breath and attraction of small objects. This was probably the most important thing about you that anyone learned, because that would explain why sometimes you simply looked like a dragon no matter the season because you seemed to be breathing smoke.

“What are you doing?” someone asks in what had been a silent workshop.

“I was trying to fix this,” you frown as the item you had been working on fell onto the open table, with a lot of training you were able to hold things in mid air and hold multiple things at once. “Did you need something?”

Kaminari was someone you only recognized because he was in your brother’s class back in high school. “I uh was just checking if my disk shooters were fixed.”

“Uh well that's not my task so I dunno, you’ll probably need to talk to Ogiwara.” You could see his eyes going wide and you look up to see the hammer that had been on your tool belt floating above you. “Damn quirk.”

Jumping up a bit you pull it back down and frown.

“Sorry I guess I’m not as aware of it as I hoped I was, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Shoji

Because of your quirk needing eye contact you did any and everything to get a job where you didn’t need to make eye contact. Office jobs were a bust because your boss would demand it, restaurants were a bust because anyone could make eye contact with you and you wouldn’t know who the last person to look into your eyes was, ultimately you ended up with one of the worst jobs ever according to you brother, at home desk work.

Standing up from your floor desk your back was killing you, and from the warmth of the sunshine from your office window it was warm. “Maybe I could go for a walk? I’m ahead on work.”

Mumbling this you give your puppy a smile as you stand up.

“Hey baby, are you ready for your morning walk?” You ask just as you get dressed in proper outside clothes, the number of times your neighbors have accidentally seen you in your skivvies was far more than you wanted to admit.

The shiba you’d affectionately named Sho –after your big brother, who wasn’t dead he simply pretended not to like dogs– rubs up against your our reached hands giving soft barks in confirmation.

“Let me check how hot it is, we wouldn’t want you to get ouchies,” you giggle.

Waiting inside your apartment Sho watches as you walk to the sun heated ground touching it with the back of your hand. It wasn’t hot and you could walk around if you wanted to.

“Alright, come here baby!” You beam.

Sho already holding his leash rushes up to you closing the door, you smile clipping on the leash before going to lock your door. Just as you do you happen to hear your neighbor leaving his apartment too, you met him when you were in high school a student your brother taught, but now he was just your next door neighbor.

Sho pulls you along excitedly nearly causing you to crash into said person. “Sho heal.”

Just barely you catch yourself before you slam into the solid person next to you, giving a weak smile with your eyes closed you turn your head up a bit. “Sorry about almost running you over.”

“It’s fine y/n.”

Looking back to your dog you sigh. “Hope I’ll see you around.”

“Like wise.”

Though you did chance a little look, sometimes you could just barely look at someone and avoid activating your quirk.

That wasn’t the case because while Sho and you sat at a bench to get some shade you feel asleep. Finding yourself looking through someone else’s mind.

“Fuck.” You mumble trying to figure out if there was a way that you could wake up.

Waiting waiting for Sho to start scratching at you to wake up thought he probably wouldn’t do that, you’d probably have to wash your face when you got home cause he’ll lick you awake. Seeing through Shoji’s mind was different. You knew he was a hero, you just didn’t know he patrolled so close to your apartments.

Returning to your own body you blink a bit.

“This isn’t a very safe place to be sleeping,” he chuckles. “But it seems you have a good companion who’s worried about you.”

Looking down you reach to hug Sho. “I’m sorry baby, let’s go home. Thanks for waking me up.”

He nods giving a slight wave.

Shinso

Understanding any creature that had competent thoughts had its moments. It was basically a cheat skill to you, understanding your fur babies without having to spend thirty minutes arguing with them like your siblings. Milk and Tea sat on your stomach and chest respectively, both being adorable and restrictive to your breathing. “I’d like some space please, can you both sit on my legs instead?” You mumble. You receive two no’s. The thing was your quirk also worked on humans you simply never used it on them. “I gotta go buy food come on!” You urge. They both look at you like they thought you were lying. “It’s good for you.” Both cats jump off you and prance away like the spoiled brats they were. Giving you a moment to both use the restroom and grab your things to go run to the store and buy all that food. “Kitten?” You were so focused on tying your shoe properly that you failed to notice your boyfriend come inside. Shinso stood behind you while you tried to tie his shoes onto your feet, which didn’t work because you both had different shoe sizes. Thinking you heard something you were about to shoo away the cats because you knew it’d be a thirty minute chase if one of those pampered brats got outside. Only to hear. ‘Damn I doubt they’d notice if I poked them.’ More alert but unbalanced you try to move away from your brat of a boyfriend only to tip forward into the door. His eyes lock with yours as he shouts. “Wait!” “What?” Luckily you didn’t hit the door but not you were practically a rag doll into his hold. You hated when this happened. Once righted and able to stand you push him back. “Fuck you, Toshi, I was trying to tie my…” you look down finally realizing whose shoes you were wearing. “Why’d you move my shoes?” “I was tired, it was just on the same shelf.” He shrugs. “You good, Kitten?” “Mm, I’m fine. Also no poking,” you switch the shoes getting ready again. “You read my mind?” “I thought it was the cats.” “You always think it’s the cats.” You frown. “Fine the next time that the Sgt Fluff ball gets out again you’ll be the one to chase him.” “I- You wave with a smile. “I’m off to buy some cat food and dinner. You better tell me what you wanna eat.” You didn’t miss the threatening thoughts from just outside your door swinging it open forcefully. “Oops my bad.”

Aizawa

You were very excited to be working with other heroes your own age for once, not that weren’t thankful for your mentors you just felt like you were learning the same thing over and over from the older pro heroes. At sixteen you dropped out of school and found a hero to intern under, with the concentrated crime rate in your city instead of simply learning how to learn how to be a hero you were basically already a hero the only useful thing you learned was how to cause the least amount of property damage so you could have enough money to support yourself and your little brother. Now you were going to Japan to learn more about being a hero, your agency pretty much forced everyone to visit other countries in a sort of exchange program. But standing in front of other twenty somethings you felt like you’re mind was gonna a short circuit.

“H-hello name hero eh, I mean my hero name is Whiplash. It’s a pleasure to meet all of you, Gracious has nothing but nice things to say about Japan heroes,” You keep your head down embarrassed from the messy introduction.

You could just feel someone staring down your neck before you stood back up, then again you wore a full mask for your protection. “Your form said you already have six years experience on the field…”

Giving a little nod you look at the ground again. “Um while it’d be awesome if stars and stripes could be anywhere there is a problem there are some cities that ave atrocious crime rates.” Not wanting to talk about it again you smile. “I’m curious what hero schools are like though, I heard y’all get direct teaching from some of the best heroes.”

“They’re the same as hero schools in America right?” one young man frowns keeping his face covered with the scarf.

“Eh, I’ve visited the one in my state and that’s only true if you’re lucky enough to get a school with a ton of funding. The schools aren’t government funded they’re funded at a city or state level if anything and any school is lucky enough to get enough funding to keep up with the new regulations every year,” you shrug thinking a little bit about that small experience, you felt a bit angry just thinking about the state of the schools and how people had been treated.

“Whip.”

Blinking a bit you felt the blood drain from your face. “I’m so sorry.”

“It happens sometimes.”

You hadn’t realized you activated your quirk resulting in a small garden growing in the lobby.

“Well the lobby did look a little gray, I’m Eraser Head.” The young man holds his hand to you and you shake it.

“I can pick up the plants but I’ll use my next pay to fix the ground.” you mumble.

He shrugs. “I doubt they’ll know how to fix it.”

Yagi

“It was a bad idea marrying a hero Yagi.” “Shut up.” “He’s what how many years older than you?” “Five? Is that so terrible?” Your so called best friend was scolding you again. For getting married, it wasn’t even because of who you married they just used that to try and make their point seem more valid. You just wanted to work on your throwing, not listen to them complain since they themselves wanted so be married but never found the right person. “Come on he’s got to lack something.” Splashing them with the water you were using to help you work the clay you frown. “Either you change the topic or you know where the exit is Cole.” “Seriously? You’re gonna pick him over me? I thought you were a good friend.” As you pull the piece and their tone starts to irk you you felt your blood burning. They pulled every little transgression that they thought was so terrible when they were all instances you couldn’t help. Feeling then clay slip you stop the wheel and glare. “Shut up and leave!” It came out harsher than you intended. “I hear this enough from my mother now from you?” As you turn away all you could do was shout. This broke then glass divider, your voice wasn’t quite as powerful as your little brother’s bit you always hit that frequency to break shit. Just then your husband walks into the studio. “Oh dear.” “I’ll just see myself out,” Cole states quickly grabbing her things and brushing past Toshinori. You stare at the broken glass in disbelief. “Fuck, fuck.” Curses pour from your mouth as you hit yourself, though your hands weren’t clean so you got slip and clay ill over your face and hair as tears fell. Before you can do any real damage large arms wrap around you. “My dear be careful, we wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” “I messed up again,” you sniffle hiring your face into his shirt, why did he always wear white shirts? “Never fear I am here,” he whispers earring a slight chuckle through your sniffing. Hugging him back you frown mumbling into his chest. “What was that my love?” Pulling back a bit so could speak clearly you look up at him with a pout. “I think this time I need to install metal shelving.” “I believe that is the best course of action.” He rubs circles into your back as you bury your face into his chest again. “Guess what?” “What?” “My baby brother got into Yuuei.” “That’s wonderful my love should we send him a gift of congratulations?” You shake your head. “My mom will just throw it away. I’ll give him some spending money and take him the dinner the next time I’m in Musutafu.” Yagi Toshinori or more well know to the public as All might could be a kind man and gentle to his spouse. Not that any one knew he was married.

[zeke-fanfucs]

Could we get some more teenage kerano head-cannons?

💥 Teenage Kerano 💥

(A menace, a mystery, and a marshmallow (deep, deep inside).

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🖤 Personality & Vibe

• Still a gremlin, just taller. She’s got long limbs she doesn’t quite know what to do with yet, and somehow moves like she’s always about to cause a scene.

• Has inherited Faith’s ability to make people confess their secrets and Albus’s appetite for chaos.

• Pretends she’s “too old” for Fluffle, but you can bet your ass he’s tucked under her pillow every night.

• Very protective of younger kids and strays, just like Wildfire. Teaches them how to bite with emotional damage.

• Dry, savage humor. Her comebacks are brutal. She could kill a grown man with a single “okay, boomer” if said with the right level of teen scorn.

• Secretly journals. Pages full of drawings, weapons, dreams, nightmares, and Fluffle wearing sunglasses.

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🛠️ Relationships

Faithful

• The ultimate “I love my mom but she’s so embarrassing” dynamic.

• Still hugs Faithful when no one’s looking.

• Occasionally picks fights just to get attention, then apologizes with hand-picked desert flowers.

• When Faith gives her The Look™️, she folds instantly.

Albus

• Her “cool uncle/other dad” turned into “annoying overprotective uncle/dad who won’t stop calling her ‘Kid’ even though she’s literally taller than him in platforms.”

• She acts like she hates his teasing but is feral when someone else messes with him.

• They bond over sparring, snacking, and yelling at each other from across rooms.

• He’s the first to show up when she calls in the middle of the night with a “don’t tell Mom” situation.

Devlin

• The soft parent. Brings snacks and advice and listens to her rants like she’s a philosopher.

• She trusts him with things she’s too afraid to tell Faith or Albus.

• Devlin builds her weird gadgets she dreams up. “Kerano, this isn’t stable—” “I’m not either, now pass the plasma coil.”

Wildfire (cough cough why is she here? Idk 🤷)

• Wildfire is her idol. She’s chaotic, powerful, and kind — everything Kerano wants to be.

• They have “destructive craft time” together. Glue guns, sparks, and mild explosions.

• Once shot slingshots off a roof together and cackled for a full hour.

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🔫 Hobbies & Shenanigans

• Training her new cryptid pet (you know she found another one) and trying to sneak it into the house. Faith knows. She’s letting her learn responsibility. Kind of.

• Built a “Home Defense System” in the form of plush traps, trip wires, and sentient cleaning bots.

• Once started a school club that was definitely not sanctioned and got banned after three weeks. She made it underground. They’re doing great.

• Will randomly quote ancient space operas no one’s seen. Dramatically. With music.

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❤️ Soft Things

• Still visits Faith’s garden and talks to the plants when no one’s watching.

• Braids flowers into Fluffle’s ears.

• Keeps a locket with a photo of everyone in the family. She never takes it off.

• Sometimes, late at night, she curls up with Devlin in the workshop when her thoughts are too loud.

@solzticesoulz SHES STILL STUCK IN MY HEAD!!!!! Wildfireeeeeeeeeee

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Omega x Gemerl Bullet Fic

Dammit. I'm already invested in these robotic blorbos being together. It's definitely much later on during Sonic's lifetime. After many many sparring battles and adventures that they have been on together. They see the world through different lenses and it is Omega that first steps into Gemerl's worldview.

Let's say it's because Eggman is dead freeing him from his prime mission. I like to think Omega reached out to Gemerl first because he's not blinded by rage anymore. He can analyze his surroundings sees Gemerl taking care of Cream and Vanilla.

Maybe he wants to do that for Rouge and Shadow, if the Ultimate Life form would let him.

They spar like normal one day, and it is Omega who comes clean to Gemerl about wanting more than anger in his life now that he has nothing to direct it to.

Gemerl promises to help him under the promise that Omega no longer threatens robots and organics that are less powerful than him.

Omega agrees begrudgingly and Gemerl talks to him about empathy, helping him navigate his feelings easier.

Gemerl has him practice with Sonic, Amy, Tails, etc. and things go well for the most part.

Omega is very awkward about it, but he was not programmed for this. Going outside of existing programming is very difficult for a robot who is still somewhat hellbent on destruction.

I think Gemerl is the one who begins to create the new strain of code first as he watches Omega's attempts at becoming more personable. He's still a war machine through and through as Gemerl is, but he has designated 'go crazy blow shit up' times now.

I like to think of Tails designing obstacle courses and robots for Omega to destroy. He makes them really complicated because he knows he likes to be challenged.

After a bit, Gemerl decides to join Omega whenever he does go on a controlled rampage. It becomes a friendly competition and Omega suddenly enjoys Tails' challenges more now that he has someone to compete against.

It became a popular thing to watch and crowds would gather to bet on who would win. It was during one of these challenges that Omega would unconsciously write his strain of code next.

It all happens one day where in the morning Omega was practicing manners with Cream and Vanilla then at night he was racing against Gemerl to see who could destroy more drones. Omega wins in the end and Gemerl just claps, nods, and congratulates him.

They lock eyes and that's when it happens. A spark in both of their servos at the same time as their respective strains of code finish building. It was something neither had expected or felt before. It brought them both to their knees and worried everyone who was cheering for the winner.

Fast forward to Tail's workshop and he's doing check-ups on them both. They are working fine and Tails asked them to explain what happened.

Amy walks in at the right time and asks them to repeat what they had just said. "Wait. So you felt something at the same time, when you looked at each other?!" Her eyes grow excited.

Suddenly, Tails gets it and he's like "No way! But they're robots! How can this be!?"

"Gamma had love! If that type of altruistic love was possible, then I'm sure romantic love is too!"

"WHAT!?" They literally yell at the same time and both of their systems crash right after. Tails calls Shadow and Rouge to come get Omega and then Cream and Vanilla for Gemerl.

Amy sends a letter home with each pair asking Omega and Gemerl to come visit her separately if they would like so she can help them through this difficult emotion.

Cream is actually worried about Gemerl because Amy didn't tell her what was wrong. She felt it was Gemerl's place to talk about it if he wanted to.

When Gemerl does wake up he's so bewildered. After an hour or two of coaxing he does tell Cream and Vanilla. They are both very excited and supportive of him. They ask him what he wants and he's like "I want to punch him in the face, but I want to be close to him when I punch him in the face. That's as best as I can describe it."

Omega wakes up a day later and he is angry. Like before Eggman died angry. Rouge and Shadow can see how paranoid he is and they just let him get his anger out by sparring with him. "We saw the race. What happened?" Shadow asks.

"And what's this note from Amy for?" Rouge asked. It only made him angrier and he didn't speak. "Woah big guy! Chill out! You are going to pop a circuit if you keep flailing like that! Do you want to go back to Tails?"

"NO! I WANT...I WANT..." Omega is able get a hold of his rage and the truth eventually comes out. "I WANT TO PICK HIM UP AND THROW HIM ACROSS THE ROOM...AFFECTIONATELY."

Shadow is actually bewildered that robots can love. It's not his area of expertise, but he lets Omega know to come to him if he needs to vent out any anger or frustration. Rouge is elated. She calls Amy out of earshot of Omega and they squeal about it together.

Cream gets involved and they set up a time where they have the robots meet Amy. Omega and Gemerl don't really say no but they don't say yes either. It just happens.

When they first see each other again, it is super awkward. Omega's the one to punch Gemerl first. Gemerl attacks back as Amy is trying to talk them through their feelings.

Amy is distraught as the two fight, but realizes there is no malice behind their attacks. They are just trying to figure out their own emotions and punching each other was their way of doing that.

Their attacks slow down and they are just staring at each other now. Gemerl speaks first. "I...enjoy fighting with you. You have come a long way, since we started working on your emotions."

Omega speaks next. "YOU ARE MUCH MORE TOLERABLE THAN YOU USED TO BE, YET YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A WORTHY OPPONENT. I HAVE FOUND MYSELF EXCITED TO COMPETE WITH YOU AS OF LATE."

"That's it! There's the attraction." Amy pipes up and explains attraction as it naturally occurs in organics. "Whatever you choose to do with it is your call. There's no accounts of it happening in robots at all! But communication is the most important thing. Talk to each other and work through your issues. You won't be able to solve every problem you have with your fists. I believe in you both!"

"But what should we do? We don't have mouths or organ systems for regular relationships." Gemerl makes his worry clear.

"You both have hands right? Start there! See what holding each other's hands will do!" Amy wraps up her first session with them, and leaves them to their own devices. They are to call her if they have any questions or if things get out of hand.

Omega and Gemerl just stand there awkwardly with each other. "HAND?" Omega questions in confusion and holds it out to Gemerl.

Gemerl takes it with both hands. "Hand."

"I WANT TO PICK YOU UP."

"Do it then." Omega picks Gemerl up and it's the beginning of something neither of them expected.

I'll reblog with more headcannons at some point. But I love love love these two together now. They are so cute oh gosh. What's the ship name? Gemega? Omerl? I'll tag them both.

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I've got smoke, I've got mirrors, what's next?

Saimatsu Week 2024 - Day 3: Swap / Seasons @saimatsu-week

Description: Ultimate Inventor Kaede Akamatsu wants to ask the Ultimate Magician Shuichi Saihara about a trick she saw! Word Count: 2,314 Read on AO3 here

“And then when the audience was looking over there, the magician opened the latch and folded the fake wall, halving the space and hiding it, right? I’m right aren’t I? I didn’t get to examine the box but from the angle I saw it, that’s gotta be how it works, but then I tried making one at home and one of the measures wouldn’t quite work, but I ended up making a pretty nice space saving cabinet and… Saihara-kun are you okay?”

Kaede tilted her head, ponytail bouncing a bit as she came out of her excited ramble and noticed the stiffness of the boy in front of her. His hands, which had been nervously fidgeting with the brim of his top hat before, had gone rigid. She leaned in and a bit lower to get a glimpse of his eyes under it, and saw they had widened in panic. As her face swam into his view, Shuichi backpedaled himself right into the desk behind them and fell to the ground, hat tumbling off and limbs askew.

After a brief moment of surprise, she straightened and hurried over to help him up.

“I’m… I’m fine, Akamatsu-san,” he mumbled as she yanked him back up to his feet. “I uh… I have to go.” He retrieved his hat from the floor, shoving it down low over his face and started towards the hall. Kaede blinked.

“Hold on! We were talking!” Well, she had been talking, but semantics. Kaede hurried after the quiet magician. She had approached him earlier after everyone introduced themselves for two reasons. One was because she loved magic tricks, working out how they were done was such fun as an inventor, and here he was, the Ultimate Magician himself! Finally someone with the answers to the ones she wasn’t quite sure of. Despite his headstart, Kaede found herself catching up and matching Shuichi’s pace quite easily. Glancing at him sidelong, she could see he was adjusting his bowtie and avoiding her eye.

“Where do you have to go?” She decided to change the subject and watched his face as they descended the stairs side by side, narrowly avoiding a collision with a certain grinning pianist as he slid down the banister and past them, calling out greetings for the ‘wizard’. She rolled her eyes, but caught Shuichi’s sigh as well. When they reached the ground floor, he stopped, and peered at her with one eye from under the hat brim.

“Uh, well… Akamatsu-san… it’s just… um…”

“Yes?” she prompted, smiling encouragingly.

He glanced down the hall, and following his eyes she spotted Rantaro and Kaito, apparently talking about places they’d both been, loudly. Her eyes darted back to Shuichi.

“Did you want to talk somewhere else? Somewhere more private?”

“P-private?” Even with the hat she could see his cheeks go red. Her own burned a bit as she realized how that sounded.

“Y-yeah, I haven’t seen my lab yet, and it just opened so maybe we can talk there!”

“Oh! Uh… Yeah okay, we can do that.”

Bolstered, Kaede took the lead, turning them towards the front door of the school. Shuichi hesitated only a moment, before following her tread. The tails of his coat fluttered as he sped up. With the promise of talk when they got there, their walk settled into a more comfortable silence as they stepped out the door into the caged sunlight. The bars around them were still troubling to see, but there were other things to think about for the time being.

It wasn’t long before they were down the steps and walking toward a brassy looking building with a bit of an old fashioned look off to the side of the path. The door had a neatly welded pattern on it of little cogs, much like her own hair clips. Thoughts of their prison were replaced briefly with a giddy excitement. “Oh I hope it’s like my workshop back home, I have been itching to work on something!”

She reached out to grab the door and pulled, but stopped, and turned to hold it, looking back at Shuichi with an expectant smile.

He stared, fidgeting with his cuff as he peered between the doorway and her. “Don’t you want to see it first..? There could be something p-personal…”

“It’s a workshop, right? I doubt it. Come on, I insist! Not like I’m going to slam the door and lock you in!” Kaede joked. Seeing his alarm, she quickly added, “I promise.”

Shuichi hesitated a moment longer, then rolled his shoulders and stepped in. She followed after, letting the door swing after her.

It was dim inside and hard to see, and that alone brought some disappointment. Maybe it was silly to get her hopes up for something provided by a bunch of robot bears, but an Ultimate Lab sounded like something she could really use right now. Looking up, trying to find a light switch, she walked right into the boy in front of her, who had paused to look down at something.

“Oop, sorry about that Saihara-kun, I-”

There was an audible click as he stumbled another step forward, and she fell silent. The click was followed by a winding sound, then a rhythmic ticking. She stared around the place, trying to spot the source. It sounded like a machine, maybe something like a clock or timer? Or with the winding, maybe a wheel? It sounded like it was somewhere up above them, but the ceiling was so dark there could be a whole canopy up there and she wouldn’t be any the wis-

Her wrist was suddenly yanked hard, and Kaede yelped in surprise as she tumbled down to join Shuichi, who was crouching on the floor since she last looked down. She gaped at him, about to barrage him with questions when a whoosh of air flew past their heads, his hat falling and her hair blowing with it. Her eyes darted up to see the comically large mallet swinging down like a pendulum for another pass on the way back. “Whoa!”

The two of them sat on the floor watching the ridiculous thing swing a few more times before settling. Finally, the clicking stopped, and one by one the lights around the lab blinked on, bringing a warm golden glow to the space. There were shelves of jars, boxes and baskets full of odds and ends, parts, toys. There was a work desk lined with tools to the side under the brightest lamp. There was a record player that came to life as the last light flicked on, a jaunty classical tune playing. And of course, all around the ceiling and the walls were strings and tracks for what seemed like the most elaborate trap. There were ball bearings set to fall on springs, a fishing reel with a loose string that looped around a book on a shelf, a bucket dangling from a chain that was definitely full to the brim from the telltale drip. It looked like a cross between a child’s idea of a toy shop and a hermit’s jury-rigged idea of security.

Her eyes finally went to the floor, and spied the trip wire Shuichi must have pushed into when she nudged him. Had he spotted it already and stopped for that? Cautious, she stood up and poked at the mallet, then laughed aloud.

Shuichi stared up in horror. When she glanced down to see he wasn’t getting up, she hurriedly pointed at the mallet. “It’s inflated, like a balloon! Full of air. Come on, poke it!” Kaede held out her hand to help him up for the second time now.

“It is?” Taking her hand, the magician got back to his feet. He reached out to poke it suspiciously, watching the given under his finger before it bounces back to shape. “Why was something like this even here?”

“If I had to guess… Maybe it’s for people who didn’t knock?”

“...What?” Shuichi’s eyes found Kaede’s for a moment, before looking away, suddenly conscious his hat was still on the floor. She giggled, then pointed to the wire on the floor.

“See, it’s connected here then goes all the way to the desk at the back. That’s probably where you set it, so that when you’re working you can stop someone from rushing in uninvited, or disarm it when there’s a knock! I actually made something similar for my room when I was younger, but instead of a giant hammer it dropped a blanket from the ceiling!”

“You.. Your ceiling??”

“Yeah! I caught my dad in it a few times when he was trying to tidy up my inventions! Sure, it was a little messy but as long as I knew where everything was did it really matter? But wow, Saihara-kun, you noticed where it was so fast! What tipped you off? Or as a magician have you trained to have amazing night vision so you can run around the stage when the lights go out?”

“N-no, my vision’s normal. I saw the wire so I knew something was coming.”

“But you knew where it was coming from,” Kaede countered, putting her hands on her hips and tilting her head. “I could tell something was happening too, but you knew where. How?”

“...” Shuichi retrieved his hat from the floor, and glanced up. “...I heard the hinge and knew it was something swinging, and then felt next to us to see how high the f-furniture was.”

Kaede raised a brow and looked around. Sure enough next to them on the side the mallet swung front was a bench that came up to about her waist, right where Shuichi had pulled her down to. She carefully pushed the mallet and looked up at the ceiling and just as it reached the farther side she heard the hinge squeak. It wasn’t very loud, but they had both fallen silent when the clicking started, she had just been so focused on it. “That’s amazing that you noticed!”

“It isn’t that big a deal,” he answered, dusting himself off rapidly, and taking in the rest of the place.

“I think it’s really cool! That was like something in a spy movie, how you saved me!”

“But it wasn’t actually dangerous.”

“You thought it was, though, right?”

“...” The magician fell silent again, adjusting the brim of his hat.

The inventor huffed, but decided not to push it, walking further into the lab to marvel at all the materials. There were so many things in so many sizes. So much cool stuff she could make with these! She fished through a bin, checking some rubber tubing, a little bell, and even an old toaster before she noticed what had Shuichi's attention. She set her new treasures down and stepped over quietly to look at it as well, from behind him.

“...So, did you want to talk now? It’s just us,” Kaede prompted again, lightly.

“Well, the thing is, Akamatsu-san… Even if I wanted to, I can’t tell you how that trick worked.”

“Oh, it’s okay if you don’t know. But I figured the Ultimate Magician might!”

“No that’s… That’s not quite it. See, there’s a thing called The Magician’s Oath. I’m bound by my honour as a magician, and as my uncle’s apprentice.”

“An oath? Is it serious? What are the conditions?” Kaede asked. Then she realized. “Wait! Then you DO know how that trick works?”

“It’s not the point whether I do or not, it’s that even if I do, I can’t tell you.”

“That doesn’t seem fair, not even if I guess? What’s this oath anyways?” Kaede asks with a pout.

Shuichi sighed, and lowered his hand. He began to speak, or more likely, quote. “As a magician, I promise never to reveal the secret of any illusion to a non-magician, unless that one swears to uphold the Oath in turn. I promise never to perform any illusion for any non-magician without first practicing the effect until I can perform it well enough to maintain the illusion of magic.” He peered at her from under the edge of his hat. “When I became an apprentice I had to agree to that. It’s pretty simple.”

Kaede tilted her head, ponytail bobbing. “Yeah, it is pretty simple.” She cleared her throat. “As a magician, I promise never to-”

“H-hold on! What are you-?”

“I’m swearing the oath!”

“But you’re not a magician!”

“Well, yeah, but I have to swear the Magician’s Oath to become one right? Otherwise you can’t teach me anything!”

“You… What?”

Kaede beamed brightly. “I’ll become a magician! Then I can become your apprentice, and you can show me how to do the illusions, right? I bet having an assistant will make them easier to do here, you could even put on a show before we find your lab if I make the tricks”

“Why do you want to do magic? Aren’t you an inventor?”

“Why do you think I invent stuff, Saihara-kun?”

“...Um.”

Kaede sighed, but her smile remained. “I invent things so people get to see something new. And what’s more new than magic tricks? Sure, I can make lots of other stuff, but this will be new for me too, and that’s exciting! Please, let me be your assistant.”

“I’m still learning myself, I’m not sure I can teach the stuff you want to know…”

“That’s fine! I want to know everything so anything you know is fine!”

“..You’re sure?”

Kaede nodded, and took his hand. “I promise! Now repeat the oath with me, I’ve already forgotten the words!”

Shuichi’s cheeks reddened under the shadow of his hat, but his hand curled around hers after a moment and he gave a shaky nod. “O-okay.”

Together, they recited it. “As a magician, I promise never to reveal the secret…”

A new duo was invented that day in the lab.

[burnwater13]

Grogu, in an Easter themed onesie (Build-a-Bear Workshop) with Funko Pop! figures of Dr. Strange, Korg, and Deadpool, while a pit droid sits with its head tipped downward just in front of him. Photo by me.

Note: The following story was suggested by @porgsandpops sometime earlier today. Sorry about the lack of 'spy wear'. That stuff was left home on Tatooine.

Grogu worked as quickly as he could. He and the pit droids had very little time and a lot of work to do. They had managed to gain access to the correct building at Marvel Studios. That had been tricky. Fortunately the person at the receiving dock had been expecting a shipment of something called a ‘robot’ and the pit droids had fit the bill after jumping into a empty packing crate that had been left behind the main building. 

Grogu had told them all about Toy Story, so they acted like Woody and the other toys and just laid still as the young receiving clerk walked over to the crate after hearing ‘sounds’. Sounds created by Grogu. You could do so much with the Force, even on Earth, if you put your mind to it. And if your mom, dad, and siblings were on a tour of the Walt Disney Studios ‘Old Animation’ building. Grogu might have called it ‘easy peasy’, but it didn’t feel that way with three pit droids laying on top of him. 

It had taken the receiving clerk a couple of minutes to find a pallet jack and bring the crate into the back store room of the building. That had been tricky. The longer these sorts of things took the harder it was to keep everything focused and working in the desired direction. That direction of course was figuring out how Marvel managed to get his pal Pedro to stretch his arms like he was made of rubber, or any other pliable elastomeric substance. Grogu had spent enough time with the actor to know that he groaned whenever anyone tapped his shoulder too hard. How could his body do one thing but not the other?

His dad had laughed and asked his mom to explain it to him, but Ta’lan had just laughed and said she wanted to follow Grogu on that adventure, not stop it before it even started. His dad had tried to talk her out of that, but no Mandalorian he’d ever met had ever been able to convince his mom to do or not do something she had decided upon. Din Djarin was no exception. 

“Grogu, what you discover may not be as exciting as you hope, but keep in mind, the people at Marvel keep these things secret because other people enjoy a good surprise. They like being able to deliver on that. So, no spoilers. Whatever you discover, please keep it to yourself.”

Grogu had given her the ultimate symbol of agreement, a high five (really three, but you get it). She had accepted that with a serious look and a reminder that she would still love him no matter what he found out. Wow. That had knocked him back a bit. Was the secret really that special? He hoped not. 

“Buddy, don’t get too excited about this project of yours. We’ll be heading home in the next few days and we have a lot of things planned between now and then. You’re going to be lucky to see a trailer for that vid between now and then.”

Grogu didn’t know why his dad wanted to throw a huge wet blanket on his enthusiasm. This was just the sort of project that would test his skills as a bounty hunter. Could he find the information he wanted and do it without causing a fuss? He thought he could. Clearly his mom thought he could. Why not his dad?

“Djarin, did Grogu stand in your way when you wanted to spend an entire season following your favorite Smash-Ball team? No, he did not. In fact, he was a great help to me watching over the twins. He knows this area of Earth well. He has a lot of friends in the entertainment industry. Let him see what he can do. It’s a good test of his skills and judgment.”

Uff. She had to bring that up. Trust a mom to find a very supportive way of draining all the fun away from a great adventure by reminding you that it would build character and was just like real work. Uff.

But none of that mattered because Grogu was actually on the mission. They’d been invited by Jon to tour Disney Headquarters and the Old Animation building and all that and his dad couldn’t say no. Grogu had done some preliminary research and found that the Marvel Studios building was on the same campus and that gave him the opportunity to do some harmless snooping, with the pit droids to help him with anything he couldn’t do himself. He was glad his mom told the twins they couldn’t join him. That would have been a lot trickier.

Once they had breached the building’s perimeter, Grogu set about finding a floor plan. He was glad to find that one was posted next to every entrance and exit. Apparently the fire safety folks thought it was important for people to know the layout of the space they were in and Grogu was grateful for that. It helped a lot. 

The other thing that helped was finding directories posted next to the lifts. Apparently the Marvel offices were on the second floor of the building and that’s where Grogu knew they had to go. He could just sense that somewhere in that building all of his questions would be answered. 

He and the pit droids used the main halls because Grogu knew that the best way to be inconspicuous was to pretend that he was supposed to be there. Just a typical day with a typical person from a galaxy, far, far away and his three pit droids. It mostly worked out that way too. 

A couple of people who saw them commented that the folks from LucasFilm needed to stop showing off their technology. Grogu didn’t mind that until he heard one person comment that ‘baby Yoda’ looked cuter in the show than in person. That had been annoying and humbling. The pit droids had tripped over each other and they all scurried away as those people laughed. 

They continued on their way looking for one of Jon’s friends. Someone named Kevin. Grogu felt sure that if they found Kevin, he could be persuaded to explain a few of the details about the film to someone who was a really good friend of Jon’s. You could almost call Grogu Jon’s child as far as the Star Wars franchise was concerned. That was a pretty big deal and he felt sure that Kevin would respect that. 

Just as they reached the right hallway, a door popped open and two people stepped out into the hall. One was Jon! Oh no! What was Grogu going to do? He didn’t want Jon to know what he was up to. That would spoil the adventure. If he’d really wanted to be that boring, his people could have called Jon’s people and asked for a quick meet and greet and Grogu would get the inside scoop. There was nothing fun about doing that. No thrill. No drama. No adventure. 

“Thanks Kevin. Yeah, I understand they are having a great time over in the Old Animation building. Ya gotta give Walt credit. Without him, how would we know how to stretch Mr. Fantastic without it looking goofy.”

“You’re right Jon. I don’t know where any of us would be without Walt and that mouse he liked so much. Hey, did you ask the guys to send these models over here? I thought you kept them all locked in a vault?”

Grogu and the pit droids froze. Dank Farrik! What should they do now?

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Queenslanders

Many locations have housing types that because of local conditions become very common and come to define an area. Los Angeles dingbats, auto worker housing in Detroit, and Texas donuts are some examples.

But we’re not here to talk those, we’re going to talk about Queenslanders, the type of house the Heelers live in. Like so much of “Bluey”, they’re depicted very realistically.

Queenslanders are the term for a type of house that became commonplace in Queensland, Australia, particularly in Brisbane. (Note the term can also refer to the construction style, so other types of building could be called Queenslanders too.)

They date back to the 1840s when Brisbane was expanding rapidly. Queensland's population increased rapidly from 30,000 inhabitants in 1861 to half a million by 1901 due to a mining boom. Housing was needed that could be constructed rapidly. In the early 20th century, these homes were available as kits from lumber suppliers but were also built by home-building firms, they could be constructed rapidly while maintaining a high level of quality.

Construction and Features

These homes tend to be large: this was intentional as when Brisbane was developing, a minimum lot size was specified to prevent very cramped/dense slum areas that had become an issue in other Australian cities.

These homes were constructed of readily-available low-cost materials: wooden planks and metal roofs, typically a single-level on wooden “stumps”.

This use of these stump posts as the footings for the house had multiple benefits. It protected against flooding (i.e. this lower area could flood without destroying the home’s contents), keeps bugs out (the posts would use metal caps to keep ants from climbing up into the house), and allowed the homes to be built rapidly without the need to smooth out/level the terrain with earth-moving equipment, and also allows the building to be easily moved, raised, etc. if need be.

Note how the Heeler’s house appears to have part of the lower level upgraded while part of it is still an unimproved crawlspace-type area.

Other features include:

Spinning rooftop ventilators to allow hot air to be expelled from the house.

Gabled roofs with steep pitches, typically with fireproof metal roofs (originally corrugated iron, now steel as used on barn roofs), as this was material readily available, could stand up to heavy rains, and was easily replaced in the event of cyclone damage. (Most episodes of Bluey show the house with flatter-style steel barn-type roofing, but “Hammerbarn” shows corrugated metal!)

They have verandas (porches) that wrap around the house but do not enclose the house entirely. Sometimes these get enclosed to create additional indoor living space. The veranda serves as an indoor/outdoor space, and can even be used as a sleeping area in the summer.

The crawlspace area could be used as a shaded play area, workshop, etc. and many were ultimately upgraded into living space but this eliminated the protection against flooding. (This space would be vulnerable)

Inside the rooms are connected and designed with lots of openings to allow for airflow to keep them cool. (As there was no air conditioning at the time.)

(When I did the series of house walkthrough posts I noted how there are often open windows and good airflow throughout the house)

These homes have a light, breezy feel, often being compared to treehouses, or tents. This can also be a criticism; the walls can be thin (making privacy an issue) and hard to insulate, which wasn’t a consideration when they were constructed.

These features combine to make these homes well-adapted to the warm & humid climate of Queensland, where rainfall is heavy and the average summer temperature is typically in the range of 23–36°C (73–97°F). Brisbane is located in a low-lying swamp area and is prone to flooding.

They began falling out of favour after WWII. One reason for this was that earth-moving technology had improved meaning it was no longer necessary to build using stumps, as uneven land could be levelled for building.

References

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More "Rocky Raccoon & The Knowhere Man" Headcannons

I'm sorry. I was really being honest when I said I love this stuff. <3 So uh, let's do some headcannons on this older "Dad" Rocket in my series. Little stuff I've kept in mind while writing him as someone who's older and... Well, maybe not wiser, but more experienced.

Has a total sweet tooth, especially for marshmallows. This comes from him not drinking much, and the phenomena of ex-alcoholics tending to have a sweet tooth and raccoons loving marshmallows

He can understand more raccoon than speak it. His vocal cords were messed with, making his vocalizations sound a bit strange to the other raccoons around him. They still regard him as a very large, slightly strange kit.

He meets with Drax and Nebula a few times a week for lunch or just to vent

At this point he's had multiple surgeries to replace the old metal in his body. Each surgery took place on Wakanda, and he got to know the surgical team pretty well

He's taught a few classes here and there at Drax's school. Mostly mechanics and the like. He's surprised at how well he's received as a teacher, and he has a Gordon Ramsay approach to it; if you're really trying, he'll be patient. Negligent idiot, though? He *will* roast you like you're a fresh cob of corn

The chore he minds the least in his apartment is the dishes. His least favorite is dusting, which stinks on account of he and Meti have a lot of decor and collectibles around the house. He also is the type to pull out clothes directly from the dryer and just wear them.

He's amassed a large collection of CDs, records, cassettes, and players.

He'll collaborate to make prosthetics for Meti's patients sometimes. This actually helped eased his fears that he might not have a job to do other than being a Guardian.

He loves hanging out on Earth with Peter, Owen (Peter's boyfriend), and Peter's family. Owen being a country boy at heart, he's taken Meti and Rocket out to do things like fishing, off roading, and the like.

Peter took Meti and Rocket to their first comic book convention! Peter also got to explain to Meti and Rocket what furries were! They were a little thrown, a little confused, but ultimately kind of flattered, and ended up taking a lot of photos with them. :')

He likes "Dad" shows. He's through half of "Yellowstone" and can't decide if he likes it or not.

He's gotten more into his artistic side with having his own space to fully decorate. This is why his and Meti's home looks like a kitsch dream. He knows he won't be judged in the comfort of his own home.

He likes leaning into some of his more natural instincts in his home. This includes running on all fours (it feels so good on his back!), dipping his food in water, and climbing.

Speaking of his apartment, he's built a total of seventeen separate hiding/escape hatches throughout it. Meti's found about fifteen.

He is building a ship in his basement workshop, but he doesn't have a damned clue how he's going to get it out of there. Oh well, that's a problem for another day.

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[valentijnsstuff]

I really thought last week was gonna be chill but I overdid it again huh

Monday. Go to therapy, middle aged therapist asked how my date went that I was so nervous for two weeks ago. Tell her it was a huge dissapointment, but that its a funny story to tell. Do work. Text friends. Productive day.

Tuesday my dad comes over for lunch. He fixes some stuff he doesn't like in my house, without me having asked. We go for a walk, talk about jobs. A guy comes over for an intake to be my volunteer. He is a bit posh, but he is gay, ace and funny, and he thinks helping me is a fun way to do volunteer work. Go to queer focused trans support group in the evening. See some of the homies. Do my best to sit and listen, doodle drawings for my next porn comic. End up flirting with handsome transman from Italy.

Wednesday morning I go to my GP. I'm greeted with 'Wow buddy we heard you got into crisis treatment?' (yeh I was suicidal haha) 'You say that so matter-of-factly'. Have a meeting for a big gig in november. Spend the rest of the day chilling in bed, but also finishing work for comic deadline. Go to a transman support group in the evening. Get overwhelmed, bc I've been too productive.

Thursday I feel hungover, partly from taking half a Quetiapine. Try to mentally ready myself for the evening, because I'm giving a drag workshop with other drag artists. We have an interesting group of seniors and young people, everyone is shy but very excited about doing drag. A transmasc I matched on a dating app once is there, we flirt a lil. I go home and stay up way to late to take pictures of my make up.

Friday morning I skip therapy, because I am too hungover from the workshop, and everything before it. Spend the day purposefully aknowledging how miserable my body feels. Have a sleepy date night with poly girl. She cooks, we rewatch hungergames and cuddle. I am a bit put off by her boundless energy, but I regain some of mine as soon as the make out sessions start. Hot queer sex ensues.

Saturday morning, wake up in poly girls bed. Get up with them, but the sleepyness overtakes me and I go back to bed to take nap. They come and cuddle me when I wake up, it's nice and we both express how at ease we feel with eachother. I go home and get ready to chill, bc tonight is the big night in terms of a prestigious job that I have lined up. I give a workshop at a national museum for museum night. Everything goes really well, its a huge success, I get a lot of praise from the people I work with. But trough the rushed nature of the evening, I feel very flighty the whole time, and a bit scared I am going to crash really hard. Still totally worth it.

Wake up from a nightmare sunday morning. Ultimately I feel a lot less hangover than I thought I would. Get myself freshed up and go to poly girls house, because they are having a friend hangover. Immediately get infodumped on, now I do feel hungover. Two more poly people show up. Everyone watches me draw them as furries. We have a big cuddlepuddle, I get kinda sleepy and horny. I ask poly bestie if she'd like some when the others leave (she says yes). I'm a bit cautious, bc past partners never wanted to have sex twice a week. We have a good time, but when I go home, I somehow still feel horny. Spend the whole evening pent up, especially when having a call with the longer distance transman I have been flirting with for a few months.

(Bonus) Monday, sleep out till late, go to therapy. Have a fun session explaining my lore to a younger therapist who is a huge trans ally. I stick around the therapy building to do work, because it's a nice place to sit, with a garden. Have dinner at the house of a newly made poly friends. They are a huge nerd, who keeps telling me they are demi, but then continuesly flirts at me. They open the door with 'my other transmasc friend would definitely have sex with you' (hi buddy good to see you too). We chat about childhood stuff and make pizzas. At some point they propose cuddles and watching show, bc they know I like cuddling. We watch scavengers reign, and I somewhat taken aback how intimate they cuddle, but I act casual. We talk about our definitions of queer sex dynamics, while they are wrapped around my leg with theirs 😳 at some point we tickle fight 😳😳 before I go I mention I think I smell, they push their face into my armpit 😳😳😳 (can it get any gayer) I now have flustered feelings about all this. I dream about having sex with a transman later that night.

[movie-robotnik-positivity]

Since Prime still references events from other games such as 2, 3 & Knuckles and Advance 3, my headcanon is that Tails built his first lab after meeting Sonic in Green Hill before building workshops all over the world, hence why the place is considered home to them, and maybe it was even built not long after they, Knuckles and Amy teamed up for the first time and even all built it together.

Oh absolutely! Sonic likes to travel the world, but Tails is an inventor and needs a space to work, so he started building various workshops around the planet so he and Sonic can hop from place to place. Like how Eggman has a bunch of bases, just smaller and more environmentally friendly.

I think Sonic has such a strong preference for Green Hill because that place is built like a giant playground for him. But ultimately, Sonic's home is where his friends are.

[fitnessmantram]

Celebrating International Yoga Day on 21st June 2024, Theme "Yoga for Self and Society"

The summer solstice brings not just longer days but also a global celebration of wellness – International Yoga Day! Marked annually on June 21st, this day serves as a powerful reminder of the ancient practice's profound impact on individuals and society as a whole. This year's theme, "Yoga for Self and Society," beautifully captures the essence of yoga – a practice that cultivates not just physical well-being but also a sense of connection and harmony within ourselves and with the world around us.

Yoga for Self: Cultivating Inner Peace and Well-being

Yoga, derived from the Sanskrit word "yuj," meaning "to yoke" or "to unite," embodies the philosophy of bringing harmony to the mind, body, and spirit. Whether you're a seasoned yogi or a curious beginner, International Yoga Day is the perfect time to explore the many benefits this practice offers for your "Self."

Stress Reduction: The world can be a stressful place. Yoga, with its emphasis on mindful breathing and gentle movement, is a proven stress reliever. Studies show that regular yoga practice can lower cortisol (the stress hormone) levels, promoting feelings of calm and well-being.

Improved Flexibility and Strength: Yoga isn't just about stretching – it also incorporates strengthening poses that build muscle tone and improve flexibility. This combination can not only enhance your physical capabilities but also improve posture and reduce the risk of injuries.

Enhanced Body Awareness: Yoga encourages you to pay attention to your body's sensations and movements. This heightened awareness can help you identify areas of tension or discomfort and ultimately lead to a deeper connection with your physical self.

Mental Clarity and Focus: The practice of focusing on your breath during yoga poses can help quiet the mind and improve concentration. This can translate into improved focus in your daily life, whether at work, school, or simply navigating a busy day.

Try Yoga Burn Challenge to find your inner peace and Happiness

Yoga for Society: Fostering Connection and Harmony

This year 2024 the international yoga day theme "Yoga for Self and Society" underscores the importance of how yoga's benefits extend beyond the individual. As we cultivate inner peace and well-being through our practice, we contribute to a more peaceful and harmonious society as a whole.

Building Community: Yoga classes provide an opportunity to connect with like-minded individuals who share your interest in wellness. These connections can foster a sense of belonging and community, essential for a healthy society.

Promoting Empathy and Compassion: The core principles of yoga, such as ahimsa (non-violence) and aparigraha (non-possessiveness), encourage empathy and compassion. As we integrate these values into our practice, we can extend them into our interactions with others, fostering a more caring and compassionate world.

Promoting Global Wellbeing: International Yoga Day serves as a reminder that yoga is a practice for everyone, regardless of nationality, religion, or background. By coming together on this day to celebrate yoga, we promote a sense of global unity and well-being.

You may also like : 6 Yoga Poses for Memory Mastery

Celebrating International Yoga Day on 21-06-2024 : Unroll Your Mat and Join the Movement

There are countless ways to participate in International Yoga Day 2024. Here are a few ideas:

Join a Local Event: Many communities organize yoga sessions or workshops on International Yoga Day. Look for events in your area and connect with others who share your passion for yoga.

Practice at Home: If attending an event isn't an option, you can still celebrate by practicing yoga at home. There are numerous online resources and yoga apps that offer free or subscription-based classes for all levels.

Introduce Yoga to a Friend or Family Member: Share the gift of yoga by inviting a friend or family member to join you in practicing. It's a fantastic way to introduce them to the benefits of this ancient practice.

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No matter how you choose to celebrate International Yoga Day on 21-06-2024, having a reliable yoga mat is essential. An anti-skid yoga mat provides the stability and support you need to perform poses safely and comfortably.

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Please do remember, Yoga is a practice, not a competition. Be kind to yourself, listen to your body, and most importantly, enjoy the journey towards a more peaceful and mindful you. Happy International Yoga Day.

Read More: How to Practice Naked Yoga

[gunsli-01]

5 + 9 for da writer ask game

The ask game (I kept forgetting to do this because still pretty sick) X

Thank you for asking I'm sorry I'm going to ramble.

5. ⚠️Which wip your most likely to finish or update next?

I've been missing Acair lately so more than likely his story. That or the visual novel script since I've missed most of the cast for that. I tend to do original works based on what character I feel like seeing at the time. Which is difficult because I have to do rereads and rewrite stuff a lot. Easier for Acair since his was in a rewriting stage anyway but honestly most of them are planned out I just have to write it.

9.🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

So, weirdly enough there's this one story that is a combining of two works I made before that a friend and I have been workshopping for a few years now. It's still in the world building stages in order to make it fit into the existing universe of stories more without taking away from either of them. It deals a lot with supernatural elements, and I was really excited to create a whole bunch of new supernatural beings for it. The first one is original all the way through but the second was based off of mythologies. So, a good deal of it will be reincorporating/reworking those aspects into something entirely new and unique. I really like creating entirely new beings so I was looking forwar to doing this one a lot.

Though I got distracted by the stories that connect to it. i.e someone connected the family of someone connected to one other series is involved here but it's unimportant because he disowned on them. But scratch that it's important in another story because he does actually have direct descedents these people are trying to kill but scratch that the person who caused all of this does not care to fix it and it's his descendents problem now. So, he's remaining greatly uninvolved but incredibly entertained. So despite these being connected it's like no they're not plot wise.

It is just very fun to remind myself sometimes that one dude caused several issues and has just been living his best life honestly. He also causes issues in the story he's actually involved in and faces no repercussions there as well. Dude just creates problems and then chills at home. The only repercussion he faces is getting a dude stuck in his house because said dude did not listen to his very specific instructions on how not to get stuck in his house. At which point he's like I don't know how you fuck up so bad and you definitely can't go home now because you ignored my instructions but you're definitely not staying in my house and not returning my shit. Have fun stuck in whatever the hell is outside of here. I don't know what it is; I don't go out. Goodbye~

Ultimately I want to start this one to just have the beginning worked out of the the three series completely driven by one irresponsible dudes poor life choices started. Because its funny he's so terribly disinterested with the conceivable consequences of any of his actions. He's just like well if there's a consequence that can happen it will at this point. I'm just wondering which one it'll be.

As several people with shorter lifespans than him are all like I fucking hate you plus the one guy that has the same lifespan as him is still mad about it (he didn't want that) and in fact is meant to be living with him but tricked the guy mentioned earlier who cannot go home. That guy being Acair's dad. He's not going home by the way. That definitely won't cause problems.

"They said like a writer creating a problem."

[alpinezro]

hey i saw your tags about being native and i think i can offer some advice! since your mom was adopted and if you have info on where she was adopted from that’ll give you insight on which nation/band she comes from. lots of nations (at least in my direct vicinity) are working on support for residential school survivors and their kin both socially and financially, so once you have that info, it’s likely there’s community events like workshops and gatherings that you can attend to build connection. i am a white native myself, and while many of my facial features resemble other native people, my skin is light so lots of non-natives don’t recognize my features for what they are. the important things are recognizing and understanding the privileged that white skin affords, and knowing who and where you come from, which is something you’ll be able to begin to learn once you’ve found connected with the community your mother was taken from. connection to people and land is what defines native-ness,

it’s very likely your culture and your people will embrace you and your mother with open arms and welcome you home if you are willing and ready to do the work of reconnecting. it will be difficult and emotional but ultimately it will be worth it. take care, pishkamisshow <3

GODDD thank you so much for this response, you have no clue how much it means to me and I appreciate the clarity. my mom has already reconnected, we're aztec and lakota and ive just barely started to reconnect but i've been hesitant because of the issues i described. the furthest i've gone so far is exploring my identity through writing/folklore but at some point i just said fuck it and went to a powwow with my mother to bond with her. im glad i did, it was a very welcoming experience and i even got to sit/speak with the head elder about how bad i was about making frybread. thats off topic though THANK YOU.

[elle-thereafter]

Extended Footnotes for Chapter 13 of Gate Building (Spoilers for the fic up to Chapter 13 below)

I am tracking Perran's spellcasting and slots (because I can't help myself) and I know what his build is, though I'm tinkering around the edges of it and consider nothing "canon" here until it actually appears in the narrative. When enough of it is locked in I imagine I might natter on a bit about the build. Those playing along at home who know anything about D&D player classes and spells will after this chapter have surely figured out that Perran must be multiclassed, and indeed he is. I'll leave you to lay bets on which ones and how much of each.

On spells cast in Chapter 13 "Translation"

Perran casts a number of spells in Chapter 13, some stated explicitly and some described without being specifically named.

In order:

Prestidigitation in the hallway to create the scent of sandalwood and jasmine, in particular the effect of creating an odor.

Unseen Servant in the courtyard to fetch ink and parchment (see notes below on Unseen Servant and the Magnificent Mansion).

Prestidigitation in the hallway again twice, once for the scent and a second time to "instantly soil an object" (the oil).

Silence in the hallway

Prestidigitation in the hallway to clean up the mess

Unseen Servant in the workshop, to fetch supplies

Enlarge/Reduce into the copper (part of enchanting the Obedience Ring)

Ray of Frost to quench the copper

Command into the silver (part of enchanting the Obedience Ring)

Knock into the silver (part of enchanting the Obedience Ring)

Ray of Frost again to quench the silver

Burning Hands, significantly upcast, to melt the tuning fork

On spells referenced being cast previously

Within the POV of Perran in this chapter we learn he cast Command at least once when Nim was in his kitchen. It is implied he heavily upcast it to the edge of his capability and that he used her true name to make it more potent.

While there is a long precedent in D&D for the importance and power of true names, it's not (so far) a major part of the D&D 5e rules. There are (I believe) only 2 spells that explicitly leverage true names (Gate and Psychic Lance), but it's a part of D&D lore I like so I've decided to use it. The importance of names and true names have come up in-game in Exandria before, likely because Matt's a long-time player and is well-steeped in the same lore I am.

On Unseen Servant and the Magnificent Mansion

There is some Rules As Written ambiguity about whether or not Perran should be able to have his unseen servant pass between the Mansion and the Material plane. The Unseen Servant spell specifies that if the servant is more than 60 feet away from the caster the spell ends, so ultimately it depends on what counts as distance in the particular case of a doorway that crosses the planes.

This is a thing for which there is some disagreement about, and in D&D is largely up to the DM. So we're in Matt's world and he's the DM, let's use his rules.

Unfortunately, like the rest of us, Matt is not always consistent on these rulings.

In Campaign 1 episodes 75 and 76 when VM are fighting the pit fiend in the City of Brass, their lives are made considerably more difficult when Matt rules that they cannot use the earrings of whisper to speak to each other if they are not on the same plane, despite being otherwise "in range" as the crow flies. This implies Unseen Servant should not be able to stay up if it leaves the plane of its caster.

However, in Campaign 2 episode 136, Veth casts Mage Hand in the Material plane then moves through a portal into the Astral Sea, leaving the Mage Hand behind. Mage Hand has a similar rule to Unseen Servant, and should vanish if the castor is more than 30 feet away. However in this case, Matt lets the Mage Hand remain.

So for the sake of efficiency in my narrative I decided there was compelling enough canon evidence to allow Perran's servant to transit the planes. If Mage Hand can do it, then I've decided Unseen Servant can too.