#Log Base change rules

[chaoscreaturewrites]

Call of duty, fluff, meeting, Simon Ghost Riley

Hello Lt

Summary:When her usually foul mouthed brother, a new cadet, talks to her so politely in their weekly call she gets worried and goes to see him.While searching for him on base she comes across a Lt who shows her around.Her brother is not thrilled to see her and even more so when he sees how much his grumpy Lt is being so kind to her.

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Her brother is all the family she has left, they were never super close but now it's just them so they make efforts to stay in touch.

So now that her brother's gone and joined the military they have settled for a weekly call instead of weekly meal together. This usually just consists of taking turns bitching about their week or going on some odd tangent and running out of time.

Her brother's always been foul mouthed, in fact she is too. Her parents valued them having good morals and actions over not saying a few words. So when they talk together you'd think you're overhearing sailors.

So today when she calls with her brother and isn't greeted with a ‘sup bitch’ she worries. The whole call she's pacing her apartment mind reeling, waiting for his normal speech pattern to appear but nada, nothing. Something is wrong, she knew the military would change him but not this quick and if anything she expected some more creative swears to pop up, not for them all to disappear.

So the next weekend she takes the long drive up to see him. This requires face to face confrontation, gotta check and make sure he's still him, plus a long drive into that scenic area sounds nice.

Didn't take too much work to get a day pass for a visit and unlike other government facilities she wasn't on hold for hours.

The drive is nice, she blasts some music and enjoys her break from work and society. After a certain point once she breaks off onto a smaller highway she barely sees any other cars, it's rare to encounter peaceful moments like this so she tries to take it all in.

She arrives and pulls up to the gate house where 2 men in full gear check her car, one with a dog and another with a mirror that looks at the undercarriage. They don't alarm her, she just wishes it wasn't against the rules to pet military dogs. Next is her, she's directed to get out of the car and does, the dog sniffs her and a woman comes out of the guard house and pats her down, she's all clean. After she hands over her ID, signs the log in book, a guest badge,and is given a run down of the rules to follow on base along with a map.

The gate opens and she drives in following the map to the auxiliary parking lot. As she looks at the map to find out where to go she realizes she doesn't know where her brother is or would be.

She just shrugs and accepts that today she'll be getting in all her steps, including the ones she slacked on this month, they will all be gotten today. Luckily it's autumn and not blindingly hot or freezing cold.

First she just needs to get to the main building and away from the auxiliary parking lot Siberia, that alone takes a while. She passes by a few stern looking men whom she knows better than to ask for directions.

Once in the main building so she walks along reading the names of the offices, luckily everything is labeled here. Most of them don't seem like they could help direct her to her brother until she comes across ‘Instructors Offices’ that sounds like the right place.

She heads in and is disappointed, instead of finding some secretary who could help her, she finds more doors. This won't work. She can't go knock on some Officers door. Just as shes about to leave she hears a door open and turns to find a tall imposing man who looks just as surprised to see her.

“ Are you lost ?”

“Yes”

No point dancing around it, she may be in the right area but other than that she is lost. She just hopes this man will help and won't be too bothered by it.

He steps closer, looking her over from head to toe. It's a bit unnerving being studied and assessed by the tall man with a skull mask. She's no longer sure she will receive help, now it looks more like he'll throw her out.

“ where are you trying to get”

“I'm trying to find my brother, cadet Harris”

“We got quite a few Harris's”

“ Robert Harris”

“ He's out cutting the lawn”

“ oh okay… this was kinda a stupid idea anyways, ill just go”

“ No, no you came all the way out here for a reason, ill take you to see him”

“ Oh, no it's okay I don't want to take up your time sir”

“ it's Lt and its time for me to check on him anyways”

He holds the door for her and she awkwardly walks under his arm and through the door. His pace is quick and she does her best to keep alongside the man, but about 2 minutes in and he slows down making it easier on her thankfully.

“ So what's your mission?”

“ Oh well, my brothers all I got and something seems off on our last call and I came to check on him”

“ Off?”

“ yeah, he suddenly had manners and didn't curse once”

“ And this concerned you, that he treated you like a gentleman ?”

“ yeah it's a big shift in his personality”

They have now made it to the lawn and she blinks a few times unsure she's seeing this right. But he's out on the lawn in full gear cutting the grass with scissors with a dustpan and trash bag. And when he catches sight of the Lt he gets up instantly doing jumping jacks while singing some song in his pitchy, can't carry a tune voice.

“ This is all you're doing isn't it ?”

“ Yes”

“ impressive”

“I'm also responsible for his change in behavior, once im done with them all my men become gentlemen”

“Does that make you one too?”

“ absolutely”

“ truly a rare and dying breed”

[They are interrupted]

“ Sis, is that you?”

Her brother has finally noticed she is here and chatting with his Lt. The guys who never says extra words to anybody is now conversing with his sister, this is a head fuck and he can't do a thing about it.

“ Permission to approach Lt”

“ Granted”

He leaves the scissors behind and goes right up to her, he's about to speak but family squabbles shouldn't happen in front of the Lt. He grabs her should to direct her away but as soon as he touches her the Lts voice rings out.

“ Cadet manners”

Instantly his hand retracts and using a forced smile he politely ushers her down the path but he can feel the Lts eyes on him buring into his back.

“ Why are you here?”

“ I came to check on you and it was a nice drive, needed a break”

“ you can't just-”

“ obviously I can since I was allowed on base”

“ okay yeah but im good, you cant just come out here all the time”

“ I get it okay, you finally got away but don't think some distance will stop me from caring, we're all we got, so shut up jackoff and look like your a Lil bit glad to see me”

Simon understands why they stepped away, wanting space to converse privately, he respects that and turns to inspect the grass. But with his training he can't exactly ignore nearby sounds. He can't make out the low hushed sounds of his cadet but her voice rings clear, she wasn't trying to hide and the harsh pronunciation on ‘jackoff’ seemed purposefully ment for his ears too.

He'd only ever heard their conversations one-sided before from his formerly foul mouthed cadet but now he sees it wasn't just the cadet. They both speak like sailors.

This interaction has been so short yet he's fascinated by her. Bold, foul mouthed, playful, caring, determined, what a woman. He's seen other female visitors on base and they usually all fawn over Officers and bat their lashes asking anyone they see for directions acting like helpless lost things. He detests them and completely ignores them when they cross his path. She's the opposite, boldly trying to navigate base herself and even when she admitted she was lost, even when she was faced with me, she didn't cower and her voice never wavered.

The sound of a smack pulls his attention away from the grass and he gets to witness the beautiful sight of her dragging his cadet back into the yard by his helmet strap. She shoves him back to his knees and toes the scissors back to him. She huffs walking back to the walkway, slightly shaking her head with disapproval.

“How long has he been out here?”

“ 0400”

…

“4 am”

“And how much longer does he have?”

“Until its done”

“Perfect, should take a few more days”

“You approve?”

“he confessed and I completely approve, carry on shaping my brother”

She pulls the map out of her back pocket trying to find where she is so she can get back to the Siberia parking lot. As it turns out this place has a lot of big yards and she was also given a map with the least amount of details possible, leading to an annoyed huff and a sneeze from the grass clippings.

“Bless you”

Only seconds after she sneezed shes being handed a pack of tissues, the efficiency of this man and the pockets, he must have a tiny inventory of everything. Maybe he has snacks, she is very much regretting not stopping and getting some on the drive.

“Thank you, you really are prepared for everything aren't ya”

“ of course”

She debates taking the risk but decides against it, she's already interrupted him and taken up this man's time, she can't ask for snacks.

The silently appearance of a shadow snaps her out of her thoughts and she looks up to find the Lt standing just behind her shoulder looking down at her map. It's unnerving how such a large man can move so silently without notice, is that a trained skill or something he's always had?

He holds up his arm, strategically over her map and a bit overdramatically checking his watch. A deep ‘hmmm’ sound rumbles through his chest behind her.

“ it's time for lunch”

With that stated he steps away from her and faces himself on the path towards the mess hall. He pivots to look at her noting the mild confusion with a dash of amusement written on her features.

“ Well, are you coming?”

“ Are you inviting me to lunch Lt?”

“ Yes, I am”

“ I accept”

She marches up next to him and off they go leaving her brother behind.She's not excited about the prospects of a military lunch but the unusual company makes this a much more enticing than the food itself.

[Cut to brother]

Wait, what the fuck, what is My Lt doing? Why is he so close to her? Is this him flirting? Wait, no, is it working? No, no ,no please, no. I'll never live this down. Please just be walking her out, if they are seen together this will spread like wildfire and eventually everyone will know it's my sister with the Lt.

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@danielle143

[anonymous-dentist]

Maybe there would be less conflict on the server if there wasn’t a faction whose entire life hangs on causing chaos and clip farming.

The admins said it themselves weeks ago- Tango even said it to Pangi directly on stream, the creative kills are meant to be clips. That’s why pvp doesn’t count even though there can be some REALLY creative pvp plays, and even though you can get some really popular clips out of it (see: Pangi killing Tubbo.) It’s also why it’s now against the rules for anyone to give their lives for Red Team like Foolish did, that isn’t ‘exciting’ enough

It’s the same logic that Purgatory was run under: everything had to have the capacity to go viral. Former admins said that the teams were split the way they were to create the most conflict possible, and that seems like what’s going on with the Realm.

A lot of people have started complaining about how much chaos and violence there is on the Realm these days, and they’re also following the Purgatory Way and blaming everything on one specific group of people (Red and Green Teams) rather than acknowledging the flawed server system as a whole.

If Red Team doesn’t get an ‘exciting’ kill, they all die. This is inherently flawed because it forces people into specific actions while ignoring the purpose of the server: personal choice and freedom. The server wasn’t meant for lore! Tubbo said as much before day one, but this was immediately changed as soon as the Red Team was introduced. Now, people joining the server are forced into the Red Team and told they have to kill. Sure, they can not- like Sausage and uh. The majority of Red Team, who haven’t really logged on past day one- but they’re still bullied and attacked by the other characters for the simple crime of being on Red Team. Unlike the other factions, Red Team never got a choice. They aren’t allowed to change teams, and nobody from another team can join their team (except Jack Manifold ig.) They’re all forced into the role of villains with no choice to join, say, Blue or Yellow.

All this has done is created the conflict that people are complaining about. Nobody on Green can show where they live because it’ll be trapped by Ros or Aimsey. Pangi and Pili can’t sit on a roof and talk without being condescended to and accused of wrongdoing. Foolish can’t talk to Pili without being looked down upon by his kingdom.

And then the players who wanted a low-stakes casual server can’t join anymore because everything ties back to ‘Us vs Them’. Slimecicle dipped on day one, probably because he’s done wkth MCRP. How many players stopped logging in once there started being lore and conflict essentially forced upon them by the server’s very rules?

Every time someone on the server has come up with an alternative to the violence and chaos, such as getting people who don’t join to voluntarily get killed by Red Team, it’s shut down by the admins. Meanwhile, there appears to be favoritism towards the server’s ’good guys’, like Ros’ and Tubbo’s protection butterflies or rule changes that only seem to benefit them. While some of those rule changes are because members of Red or Green find out ‘loopholes’, it’s also kind of crazy how every rule change has benefited Yellow and Blue and hurt Green and Red.

Is this favoritism purposeful? Almost absolutely not, but it is convenient for causing conflict. Tensions rise as a result of all these things combined, and it’s all manufactured and really just not fun to watch anymore. Yellow is sick of being ‘targeted’, Blue is sick of Green and Red existing, and Red is sick of having to kill. (Green is just kind of vibing tbh, they’re chaotic and violent even without the killing rule.)

Even if the factions event ends soon, which I hope it does for the sake of the server, the fandom won’t be any less toxic. The conflict will continue in some way because this is what the server has built up as its base for content: conflict. None of it is natural, it’s all manufactured, and it’s all extremely Not Fun.

So don’t get angry at Red for killing and trapping, that’s all they were created to do. And that will never change.

[kitorin]

9:55 am - i.rin. in which, he does his best to help out with math - your weakest subject

"you're telling me you haven't studied at all?"

"i have, just haven't fully committed it to memory"

"that's basically the same thing—and don't lie, you couldn't even state the quadratic formula..."

amidst bored students and hushed discussion was you and yoichi, concealed by the backs of your fellow classmates; approximately something amount of minutes until your mathematics exam, something because you're too stressed to bother with the specifics.

yoichi fiddles with his calculator, ignoring what you pointed out earlier. "how are we supposed to do logs on this thing? where's the tiny ass number?"

you flip through your math book, you must've written the rule somewhere. "hang on, i can't find it."

"yup. i'm failing. couldn't be assed to do anything all term." yoichi stretches his arms forward, across the desk, towards someone in front of him. "oi rin, help me out here." his fingers barely hit the back of rin's chair, weakly begging for his attention.

to which rin responds by rearranging how he sat, forearm and elbow on the backrest, whole body rotated to the side, and study glasses removed with a pinch of his right hand. "what do you want this time?"

"logs. how the fuck do i do it when there's no small number?"

"that's it?" rin tears a page out of his english book, planting it on you and yoichi's desk. "rewrite it as a fraction, put the base on the bottom and the value on top."

yoichi stares at rin. "which one's the base? and what's the value?"

"base is the smaller number that has the index in power form, value is the bigger number that's the result, right?" relief washes over you; at least you didn't need notes to remember that."

yoichi's face brightens. "you're a genius, can't believe you were worried for this test, dumbass."

rin rolls his eyes. "you're just stupid, yoichi. and hopeless." his hand searches around in his bag, fishing out god knows what.

"i'd rather not hear it from the guy who placed in a second year class just for math." yoichi scoffs, asking for permission to revise with your notes through a small tap (and of course you granted it, pushing your notebook towards him). "i'm not that bad at it, also, explain this one."

"no." but rin brings out his calculator. "got better things to do. see here, you can change the base on this thing."

he demonstrates, you barely acknowledge what it can do before flipping through your notes, while yoichi is star struck.

"can i use that?"

"nah."

"i'll give you twenty bucks."

rin rolls his eyes once more. "just learn the math, dumbass."

yoichi swears under his breath, yet rin heeds no mind and turns back to whatever he's doing.

"yoi, it's really not that bad. i have a cheat sheet with all the formulas." you push it towards him but he declines, face slumped onto the desk.

"y/n, i give up. even after years of friendship with itoshi fucking rin he won't give me his calculator."

and it's not just yoichi—others panicked, concealing phones behind textbooks with youtube tutors and notes being aggressively inspected.

you'd be lying if you said you felt okay.

are you doing better than yoichi? certainly, but maths is difficult, it's the kind of subject where your average can drop at any moment. you've studied hard, yet uncertainty still nauseates you a little bit.

you'd be lying if said you weren't nervous—uneven breathing and an unrelenting bounce in your thigh exposes that easily.

9:58 am. only two minutes until next period.

until it's time for you to make your way to the math test.

yoichi leaves first, not even bothering to tuck in his chair. "i'm gonna head to the bathroom first, i feel sick." he taps you on the shoulder. "see ya later, good luck."

you whisper it back while tucking his chair under the table, though the thought of luck doesn't seem to be helpful. at all.

with hesitance, you close your notebook. it's too late to change anything now, you'll only stress out more.

besides, it's only your first year. there'll be plenty of opportunities, right?

rin turns around to speak again, you peer up from slumping forward as he gets ready to leave as well.

"here." it's his calculator.

you blink. "it's okay—." you pull your calculator back out to show him. "i remembered mine." (how could you not, when the very mention of math engulfs you with a sort of doom). you chuck it back into your bag, until deciding you'd rather keep it in hand for the sake of your nerves.

rin just shoves it closer. "take it."

"but i have one."

this time he forces it into your hand. "this one can do change of base for logs."

"but i remember the change of base for logs." you try to hand back the calculator, yet all he does is push your hand back.

"i know. but you can save time with this thing." rin peers at you through his glasses before taking them off to return to his case. "doesn't change anything for me. i don't have a test next period. you might as well take it."

you're tempted to try give it back again, but the way he's staring at you intently insists to you that he's persistent. he won't yield to any "but" or "i'm okay".

and so you give up, nodding and putting your own calculator away. "thanks, rin."

he's by your side as you leave the classroom for your exam. "it's fine." you half expected him to zoom away during the moment silence prevails, to whatever special class he has for high achievers. but he continues speaking. "you're gonna do well, y/n."

"i hope so."

rin scoffs. "not "i hope so". you will. you've literally done nothing but math all week."

you open your mouth to refute, but he cuts you off.

"you're smart. heck, you don't even need that calculator. i bet you could do better than everyone else without it."

a smile appears on your lips. "thank you. i'll do my best!" the two of your swerve to the side for a bit, letting a group of seniors pass. "thanks again for the calculator."

"like i said, it's nothing." he looks away, glancing at the classes the two of you pass. "and you better not do anything to my calculator. it's special."

"of course i won't!" you reassure him by putting it into your pocket for safe measure. "what makes it so special?"

"austria."

"austria?"

"yeah. it's from austria. so it's expensive and hard to get."

your eyes widen. "oh—i see." you're slightly tempted to hand it back to him, just in case you manage to accidentally break it but from the half year you've known rin he'd tell you off for it. "i'll treasure it while i have it."

"you better." his voice is cold, but you swear you can see a small grin.

you pass by a familiar room. "isn't your classroom back there?"

he nods. "not going. i'll walk you there."

"but—"

"i said i'm not going. c'mon. what happens when you add two logarithms with the same base?"

this is easy. it comes as though it's muscle memory. "multiply the values."

rin scoffs, this time with amusement and not irritation. "i told yah you'd be fine."

"y/n, how do i solve this thing?"

you turn to yoichi, who was scratching his head over a trigonometry equation.

"hm? what's wrong?" it's hard for you to tell, with such aggressive scribbles and writing clouding his page.

yoichi grips at his calculator, as though he was trying to strangle it. "i keep getting a fucking obnoxious decimal. how is the road meant to be 0.351 metres long??"

you check the diagram. "you've done everything right." (you mentally check "soh cah toa" to be safe). you check his calculator. "you made it an inverse, silly. that's for finding the angle."

he groans. "thanks. i really fucking hate trig."

"me too." something about his calculator looks familiar. "where'd you get this?" you inspect it, until you notice the little box alongside the log button. "you got a calculator from austria?"

yoichi looks at you as if you're crazy. "i have a calculator from the stationary store nearby. if that's what you mean."

you stare right back at him. "but this is a special one—it changes the log base, rin—"

"rin? itoshi rin told you this calculator's special, from austria?"

"yeah." you say with utter confidence.

"and you believed him?"

"yeah." your confidence remains unfaltering.

"you're an idiot." he states, with no expression whatsoever. it somehow feels more offensive than if he were to scowl at you.

"'m not—"

"you thought, that this calculator. the one i bought at the mall because i got screwed over on that test, was a special calculator from austria."

the way yoichi says it makes you realise how stupid it is, and your face begins to heat up.

"in my defense, rin told me that when he lent it to me."

"why the fuck would rin have a fancy calculator from austria?? i mean, are austrian calculators better than other ones???"

now you have a lot of questions. "well i dunno, he's rich so i thought he was right."

yoichi's fuming, though not at you. "rich people don't spend money on calculators. they spend their money on overpriced shoes and motorbikes so they can show off in the morning." he scrunches a piece of working out paper. "i'm going to kill him next time our families meet up. i could've at least gotten close to passing if he gave me the damn thing."

you pat him on the back. "i would've given it to you if i knew. and if you didn't barely make it to the exam room."

"oh shut up. you better not fall for him."

"now you're the one saying stupid shit. he's just nice, that's all."

he scoffs, loudly, so loudly that you're wondering why no one has asked you guys to be quiet yet. "and i assumed that after seeing him speak to our coach in middle school. he wants you bad. idiot."

"you're being dramatic." rin's just a nice classmate, even if he can be a bit cold at times.

yoichi scoffs again, this time as if you've shamelessly committed a crime. "y'know what, gimme your paper. you don't deserve top mark if you're capable of being this stupid."

"oh shut up yoichi." if you weren't in math class you would've tackled him by now. he's smart, but this whole "rin wants you" is simply ridiculous.

"no, i don't think i'll shut up." he tosses the working out paper he had scrunched harshly at you. "i'll bet on it then. if rin doesn't ask you out until next year then i owe you a meal, if he does then you owe me."

free, food, why not? "fine. deal." you shake on it, then finally resume studying.

little did you know that yoichi would be laughing at your face six months later over sizzling yakiniku.

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[diy-languages]

Free Korean Learning Courses! : Part 1

-> These are some free resources I used or heard about a lot to learn Korean and what they include, there's probably way more! I'll make more parts in the future. There's also ratings and pesonal notes about each one, but again they're 'personal' so it might not be the same for everyone! That's why you should always try it yourself first.

-> These resources are or were fully free when I used them, if anything changed and they're no longer free I do not take any responsibility for possible accidental purchases, I recommend to always check first before processing with it.

Here we go:

GoodJobKorean — Full free Hangul Course, 12 Lessons, Videos (with pronunciation, etc) + Pdf Practice sheets (with some vocabulary) + Quizes to see if you understood each lesson.

Rating: 100/10 I tried and loved it, easy to understand and explained nicely. Really useful for beginners learning hangul!

A/N: You may have to rebuy it after a month (not sure because I finished it in less then a month and never logged back in) but It's still free (if not you can always just make another account to get it free again)

GoldenKeyKorean: Free Hangul course, pronunciation + 2H long master course (advanced and basic levels) with 2 pdf books

Rating: I personally did not try this one, but I'm pretty sure it's fully free (at least that's what I've seen), but he often does limited editions/limited time special free courses so it's better to check if the offer is still active and follow his instagram for future updates and courses.

Now Korean Class: Fully free 9 Korean courses with different levels (1-9) with multiple videos for each, explains sentence structures, grammar, counters, numbers, and way more.

Rating: 100/10, It really is free, multiple levels, sooo many different things to learn I absolutely loved it!!

A/N: You just have to rebuy it after a month but I'm pretty sure it's still free (if not you can always just make another account to get it free again). I recently lost acess to it, idk why I think my phone is lagging... It tells me something went wrong to try again later, lol, just in case some content changed etc I wouldn't know.

Koldoristudy: 3 different Free Korean PDF study sheets, 1 Hangul, 1 Vocabulary and 1 winter study, includes Grammar, stroke order guides and syllable blocks,

Rating: 10/10 Loved it, I thought it would be just some pdf files to boringly write hangul/words but It's actually way more! it explains grammar and some useful language rules!

Talk to me in korean: Multiple free podcasts on different platforms + PDF with grammar and vocabulary explained for different levels of learners, 7 days free trial with possible cancelation

Rating: 9/10 It's really good, I'm just not a big fan of podcasts as I have a short attention spawn LOL. I personally didn't try the 7-days free trial but they do have LOTS of different lessons and videos that seem to be amazing and useful.

A/N: personally I find their website really confusing, to make things easier you can try things like just typing "Talk To me In korean (Pdf level _)" on google and the first link should be the free pdf file, etc etc.

Loescen Learn Korean Website: Free Interactive web-based learning, important vocabulary, pronunciation beginner to intermediate level, basic conversation courses and dialogues

Rating: 8/10, so good!! It surprised me, I just wish it went more in deep about things like sentence structures and grammar instead of blindly learning dialogue lines or words without breaking them into steps for deeper understanding of the language.

A/N: works for other languages too!!

Live Lingua: Multiple free ebooks and audio files lessons, grammar, vocabulary, hangul, etc, beginner to advanced,

Rating: 9/10 Covers up a lot of different things like I said, grammar, vocabulary, etc etc, but AGAIN each course covers many subjects and it quickly feels heavy and too long/complicated/takes too much time (personally for me, as an individual with ADHD)

How to study korean: LOTS of grammar and vocabulary, beginners to advanced, multiple lessons, linked YT videos to reinforce lessons, PDFs, etc

Rating: 100/10 explains really well, SO MUCH STUFF, different levels, it's really awesome! Lessons are available in multiple languages and not just English!! However again I find it a bit intimidating as it really has LOTS of things to learn which make it seem hard and heavy...

A/N: Personally I find the website complicated to navigate 😭 just type "how to study korean lesson _" for easier access if you want and It should be the top results

Udemy TOPIK grammar through 100 patters: TOPIK vocabulary, grammar and conversations, 100 grammatical patters koreans use a lot

Rating: 8/10 really good, well explained, but again personally it feels pretty heavy and long, videos in Korean with English subtitles, however there are no English subtitles for "example sentences" which sucks, you need to know some basic vocabulary to really understand the example sentences used there.

Tomi Korean: Free PDF with 430 basic korean vocabulary (words, verbs, nouns, adjectives, etc) with audio files, free PDF Worksheet for hangul learning

Rating: 8/0 Love it, really nice for useful vocabulary but you'll have to willingly study the words cause the pdf only makes you write it once and it's really just Korean-English translations, but it has images so its good for visual learners too! Personally I also found it takes a lot of storage to download everything lol.

A/N: I did not check the hangul worksheet as I can already write and read hangul but little personal opinion/tip; I think GoodJobKorean is the best option to learn Hangul here, specially compared to this one. Yes I did not try this Hangul Worksheet but I believe GoodJobKorean offers more variated content and help (videos, quizes, etc) than what a PDF sheet has to offer, that's my opinion.

That's all so far!

Many of these courses have social media accounts where they post different content and tricks to learn, I'll be making a post about those in the future too!!

If anything changed since I first used these resources or if there's any misinformation in this post, please let me know!

[dontcryminecraft]

red team purgatory day one

half of red team isn't here, nobody knows how to actually PLAY MINECRAFT, and the only person remotely good at pvp here is philza. Carre carries everyone and is off doing his own thing. Even IF the other half of the team is there, the only person i can accurately gauge the ability of is WILBUR, and i have zero faith in his skills lol. Everyone is realizing how much they're going to have to stream, and some will have to change their schedules in order to play effectively. Charlie doesn't stream for 5 hours, but he has to be here for all of this, and it becomes VERY CLEAR, VERY QUICKLY, WHY HE DOESN'T. His voice is dead and he is unravelling at the seams. He hates it here more than anyone. only half of his breakdown is a joke. They're drying. Cellbit and Slime had ENOUGH and just beat each other with sticks. They're devolving and screaming about how much they hate this and they're manic and their arms feel numb and tingly and badboyhalo keeps killing them and they keep dying and life hates them. Jaiden told badboyhalo to kill himself. In a fit of rage they declared that they no longer care about the eggs and they'd rather just go home. They're planning on logging in on Monday only to build a house and start Egg Island Survival LetsPlay where they make an Emerald Empire and only respond in Villiager Hrmms. now they're sing/screaming as their base burns around them, and i can't tell what they're supposed to be singing but they kept repeating "say something I'm giving up on you" and someone started playing the Living TombStone FNAF song. Phil got a globe and gifted everyone a fidget toy to spin and they're just sitting and spinning. Baghera just realized that Phil already had all the saplings they need and she wasted her time, so Phil took off his armor so the two can could fight. Baghera lost even though she had a diamond sword, so Phil just let her kill him so she can be happy. Corpses scatter across their yard. They're killing each other. I started typing this with 20 minutes left and I'm witnessing the longest fucking 20 minutes of my life how is there still 7-whatever minutes left??? CELLBIT JUST CONFESSED TO THE MURDERS AND THEY'RE CONFESSING TO THEIR SINS NOW???? I CAN'T TELL IF CHARLIE'S CONFESSION ABOUT JUANAFLIPPA AND THE CODE IS CANON???? Charlie suggests a cannibalism arc and everyone wants to go absolutely FERAL and cellbit it trying to act normal about that idea and kinda fails at it. And it all ends with everyone being banned to enforce the 5-hour rule. We're Free...for today. And despite this, they don't want to change teams and they're actually looking forward to suffering with friends :) ...nevermind they're planning on selling wilbur to get a better advantage.

[writingwithcolor]

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Guess That Ship Tournament Season 15: Submissions CLOSED!

The Concept: You describe your ship* to me, I pick out the submissions which I find most compelling and pit them against each other without revealing who they are, people vote on them, and their identities gets revealed once they’re eliminated.

Quite a few things have changed this time, so even if you're a regular, I recommend you read through the rules carefully!

Every other season, ships from fanon (something unofficial derived from the canon of a work), fanworks, and OCs will be allowed. This is the case for Season 15.

Submission Guidelines

*For the purpose of this tournament, relationships do not have to be romantic in nature. (I’m sometimes going to use “ship” as a shorthand, just know I mean “relationships” in general.)

Relationship can be between any number of characters.

Real people are accepted if they’ve been dead for more than 100 years.

Roleplay characters are accepted as long as the description only pertains to the characters and not the players.

Ships from fanon and fanworks (including crossover ships and crackships) are accepted. (If the fanwork is lesser known or on a smaller scale, please do not submit any ships from it without permission.)

OCs and OC x Canon are accepted. (Please do not submit other people's OCs without their permission.)

No overtly NSFW submissions. (Mentioning they have sex or are a sex worker is fine, but try to avoid anything more than that.)

Two submission per person. (Do not submit the same ship twice. I cannot enforce this on Google Forms without forcing you to log in. So just be champs and respect this rule.)

Failure to follow these guidelines may result in all of your submissions being disqualified for this season.

Summary Guidelines

Selection Process: I will read through the list of descriptions submitted without reading their names and pick the most compelling submissions. Then, I will check the name to make sure there's no repeats.

Keep it concise, but also bring something unique to the table. Make sure to describe their relationship, not just summarize the events of the story.

Previous submissions for reference. The ideal submission should be 1-2 paragraphs, but you can make it as short or long as you want. Please keep in mind the longer your submission, the less likely it is to get in.

Tips on what to avoid while writing a summary can be found here.

Descriptions should be based on the canon of the source material (e.g. You can say “they love each other” instead of “they’re lovers” if their romantic nature is debatable.). If you are writing a description based on how they appear in a fanfic or your headcanon, it is considered as fanon and should be labeled as such in your submission.

Avoid author commentary. (e.g. "They're canonically x," "I love them," "Play/watch/read this," etc.)

Use canonical pronouns.

Avoid identifying information or setting specific giveaways. (i.e. ninja village, space necromancers.)

When submitting OCs, please make sure to at least put a name somewhere. (e.g. "John and Bob by anonymous" or "OCs by Joey.")

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Any submissions from Harry Potter will also not be included.

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[writingsoftarnishedsilver]

Weaponized | Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Part Three

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Words: ~1,700

Series Tags/Warnings: Violence, Trauma, No Hogwarts House, Post Hogwarts, Auror!Sebastian, Auror!MC, Modern AU, Female Reader Insert, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Forced Proximity, Ancient Magic, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Betrayal, Reconciliation, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Divergent

Auror Division Headquarters – London

Resentment followed you back to base like a second shadow. 

No one spoke to you on the way back. No complaints about the mission, no gripes about the rain, no bitter remark about the Ministry’s stellar intel. 

Nothing.

Instead the four of them, Evans, Mercer, Higgins, and Sallow walked ahead of you, a few paces too far, just enough to make sure you weren’t part of the unit. They didn’t even look back at you. 

Not once.

When you finally reached headquarters, the team peeled off without a word, scattering toward the infirmary, the debriefing room, anywhere that wasn’t near you. 

You followed your routine like always: check in, file your status report, then head to the showers.

The report was standard protocol... for you, anyway. A post-mission health and injury log was mandated by the Canadian Ministry. Every scrape, bruise, spell backlash or physiological anomaly had to be recorded in exacting detail. It didn’t matter how minor. Whether you’d sustained burns, muscle strain, or if you’d started your period mid-assignment, everything went on the record.

They had to make sure their weapon was in working condition.

But you didn’t question it anymore. Didn’t blink at the increasingly invasive checklist or the implication behind it. You just ticked the boxes. No, no, yes, no, yes. Submit.

You didn’t waste time reading the copy it printed for your file, either. You barely remembered what you’d even marked. Your only focus now was the shower. The heat. Something to thaw the cold that hadn’t left your spine.

In the change room, you peeled off your uniform, folding it on the bench in front of your locker.

The tile was freezing beneath your feet as you stepped into the shower stall. You twisted the tap until the pipes groaned and the water surged out.

You braced your hands against the wall and let it hit you full-force, steam curling around your shoulders, your back, your neck.

You stayed there, unmoving, for nearly a full minute.

Just breathing.

Ten minutes. That’s all you’d take. Ten minutes to feel human.

You tipped your head back under the stream and let the water drag through your hair, loosening the grime and blood from the alley. It ran in ribbons down your back, tinged with ink-black dye. You’d reapplied the color two nights before, not that it had been your choice. It was Ministry-issued blue-black, optimal for field concealment. Your real hair color didn’t matter. 

Your fingers worked through the strands, untangling, scrubbing, rinsing. It reached just past your jawline when wet, long enough to run your hand through, short enough not to grab in a fight. You weren’t allowed to grow it out. Another rule. Another line in the handbook filed somewhere under asset maintenance.

You lathered soap across your skin next, carefully avoiding the new bruises. One blossomed dark along your left hip from when you’d taken cover, another just below your ribs from spell recoil.

But for ten whole minutes, no one watched. No one judged. No one expected. There were no checklists. No orders. No Sallow barking commands at you.

You were just a body under hot water.

And then it was over. Slowly, you shut off the tap.

As you stepped out of the stall, steam still clung to your skin, curling off your shoulders like smoke.  You padded barefoot across the tile to your locker.

It was empty.

Your towel? Gone. Your clean clothes? Gone. Even your socks.

You stood there for a moment, water pooling beneath your feet, staring at the empty space where your things had been neatly folded minutes ago.

It wasn’t a mistake. Someone had taken them. It wasn’t the first time this sort of thing had happened to you, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

But they hadn’t taken everything, of course.  No, the uniform you had worn on the mission—the rain-soaked, bloodstained one—was still folded where you had left it.

How merciful.

You inhaled slowly through your nose and reached forward, pulled on the cold, damp fabric, and dressed like nothing was wrong. Like you didn’t care. Like it didn’t hurt.

The next few days weren’t any better.

You followed your mandated routine like always. Wake up at 0600. Make your bed. Dress in your uniform, boots laced tight. Run exactly five miles. Stretch. Cool down. Report to the mess hall for your assigned meal.

And that was where it always started.

You took your tray, a carefully measured selection of proteins, grains, and supplements designed for peak physical performance, and walked toward the nearest empty table.

No one sat with you. Not once.

It wasn’t just Higgins, Evans, and Mercer. It wasn’t just your squad. It was every squad. Every Auror.

Though of course, your unit was the worst. And when Sebastian wasn’t around, when your teammates couldn't get written up for misconduct, they made sure to make it clear that you weren’t part of them.

It was in the way they moved around you in the hallways, how they would walk shoulder to shoulder, forcing you to either slow your pace or sidestep entirely to avoid a collision. How they left no space for you at briefing tables, making you stand against the wall while they hunched over maps and mission reports.

It was in the way their voices changed when they spoke around you. They knew you struggled with certain accents, that some of their heavier dialects required you to focus in order to parse them properly. So of course, they never slowed down.

Once, during a drill, Mercer had leaned in close, smirking as he fired off a string of rapid instructions before pulling away. You had stared at him for half a second, parsing maybe half of it before looking toward the others for confirmation.

Evans had scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You need a bloody translator or something?"

Laughter.

You hadn’t asked for clarification again.

Some days, your reports would go mysteriously missing, only to be “found” hours later, crumpled at the bottom of a stack. Other times, your gear would disappear from where you left it, forcing you to waste time searching while the others smirked behind your back.

And then there was the coffee. Your one cup a day. The only caffeine allowance you were permitted. Strictly regulated, always black, never more than the prescribed amount.

You would retrieve it from the mess hall every morning, the same way you did everything else: precisely, efficiently, without deviation. Your fingers would barely close around the cup before someone would "accidentally" brush past you, knocking it clean out of your grip and spilling it onto the floor. Gone before you even got a sip.

Today, the culprit was a member of your unit named MacKinnon. Sebastian hadn't arrived for breakfast yet, so of course it was the perfect opportunity to pass by a little too close, just enough for his shoulder to clip yours, enough for your fingers to slip against the hot ceramic, letting it crash to the floor.

“Fucking hell, Warden,” MacKinnon drawled, stepping back to avoid the dark liquid now spreading across the tiles. “You make a mess of everything, don’t you?”

“Oi.”

The voice was sharp. Authoritative.

Garreth Weasley. Another Lieutenant. You recognized of him, of course. Sebastian’s friend, though you didn’t know him well.

“Clean that up,” Garreth ordered.

For a second, you naively thought he was talking to MacKinnon. But no. MacKinnon just smirked, stepping back, making it very clear that this was your problem.

You swallowed down the anger that clawed at your ribs and bent down to clean up the mess. As you dabbed at the spilled coffee with a handful of napkins, the conversation around you carried on as if you weren’t there. MacKinnon and Mercer chuckled, Higgins muttered something under his breath, and Evans stretched in his seat, yawning.

Then you heard boots. The distinct, steady rhythm of them striking the mess hall floor. You didn’t need to look up to know who they belonged to.

Sebastian had arrived.

“What the hell is she doing?”

You kept your eyes down as you gathered the damp napkins into a ball.

Garreth waved a hand in your direction. “Oh, you know, the usual. Warden’s gone and spilled her very special, organic, Ministry-issued, high-performance coffee again.” His voice was light, amused. The others snickered. “Poor thing can do all that fancy Warden magic but can’t seem to keep hold of a cup.”

Laughter rippled through the group. You could feel Sebastian’s stare lingering, assessing.

“Really? She dropped it again?” he asked Garreth, sliding his tray onto the table.

The other lieutenant laughed. “It’s almost impressive. You’d think she’d learn after, what, five times now? Six?”

Eight. It had been eight. And you'd only been here 10 days.

You inhaled slowly through your nose before you straightened, moving toward the trash bin.

Sebastian’s gaze was still on you as you passed him. 

Things had been tense between you since the mission. He hadn’t spoken about what had happened in Whitechapel. Not about the sigils, not about the ambush, and certainly not about the magic you had used to tear through it all. And yet, despite his silence, despite the way he pretended you didn’t exist outside of orders and protocol, the punishment had been clear.

Every drill. Every training session. Every exercise. He had been relentless.

If there was a way to push you, to grind you down beneath the weight of his expectations, to make you feel it, he had found it.

Your drills had become longer, your duels more brutal. No rest. No reprieve. Your bruises hadn’t faded from the last round before you were collecting new ones.

Ignoring him, you tossed the napkins into the trash and walked back to the counter, retrieving another cup of coffee. You didn’t make eye contact as you moved past the others, their quiet chuckles following you.

Sebastian was already focused on his breakfast, having apparently decided you weren’t worth another glance.

You sat down at your usual empty table and took a sip of your coffee. It was bitter, burnt as usual.

You swallowed it anyway.

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[laughtalelogs]

In the Shadows of Buffalo Bay - Prologue

word count: 1.5k+

Zoro x afab!Reader x Sanji, cowgirl!reader no use of y/n, no beta reader, all my reader characters are black even if not explicitly stated. if that's not ur jam, then don’t read!

Rating: M (smut will be in future chapters, labelled as Explicit.)

Warnings: themes of alcohol, drug use, smoking, mental health issues, implications of self-harm, and violence to come.

Summary: Right after the Straw Hats leave the land of Wano; they land on Buffalo Bay, a gourmet cattle island known for its famous fairs, cowboys, and food. What they find is a dusty town, ruled by a sheriff with more secrets than she lets on. When she challenges the swordsman and seduces the cook, they both can't help but wonder: what is she hiding? And how will her past, entwined with the island's dark history, affect their crew? cross-posted to ao3 @laughtalelogs

Special thanks to @sigilsmut for giving me major inspiration with his OC, Honeko. Please check them out, they’re both pretty neat!

chapter Index- prologue (you are here!), ch.1

Prologue: Darek Red

Prrr. Prrr. Prrr. Cu-lick.

“It’s been quite a while since you’ve called, are you sure about this?”

“Quite. They made it clear it would be utterly careless not to. Expected arrival time is at sunrise. No messes, you hear?”

“Clear as day, sir. Considering the walk in the park you just gave me, should I leave the ‘Thank You’ note with them, or should I save that for when you decide to ring again?”

“Focus. Stick to the plan. And it wouldn’t hurt to remember our deal.”

Cu-lick.

“Great.”

Zoro stirred from his slumber as soon as he heard the laugh of his captain. Was it already time for Brook to take his shift? Did he sleep through breakfast? He didn’t feel the sun on him just yet. He shrugged it off. If there was danger, he’d know, no doubt. He allowed his shoulders to relax as sleep absorbed him once more.

Until suddenly, “Now, Usopp, Chopper!”

The floor shifted, he shot back, the air in his lungs suddenly slammed out of him as his head struck the glass of the crow’s nest. His eye shot open, but his vision swam, followed by a thrumming on the base of his skull. He quickly grabbed his swords that slid under the bench from the change of position, scoping his surroundings. 

Of course, when his guard was down, something would happen to the ship. He ignored the way his vision blurred to turn around and scan the ship through the glass beneath him. He saw a familiar straw hat from a distance and loosened the tight grip of his blades. At least someone was out there.

What he still was trying to figure out was why in the hell was Luffy at the helm? Zoro ran to the hatch. He angled himself down the ladder and tightened his grip as he quickly realized they were soaring through the sky. 

“What the fuck is happening?!” He shouted over the whipping wind, watching Luffy let go of the wheel to stand on the now horizontal mast.

  He just laughed and held onto his hat, his standard goofy grin shined in the moonlight.  “We’re going to the city of meat, duh!”

“You idiot!” Zoro yelled. “We were going to be there in the morning!” His warning fell on deaf ears. Luffy, who was singing and dancing about meat, was too busy to care. He hoped everyone else was safe.

He already had a bad feeling about the poster they’d found on the ghost ship yesterday. The rest of the crew, however, seemed unfazed. Nami had determined from her Log Pose that they’d reach the island by sunrise, and everyone was eager for a break after the war they’d just endured. But, of course, Luffy’s hunger had to ruin that plan.

He glanced around while his thoughts wandered for a brief and unwelcomed moment.

Where was the damn cook? His face soured, trying to force the thought down as soon as it came. He’s probably clinging onto his bed in the men’s quarters like an idiot, he thought again, but the idea of Sanji flying overboard refused to leave his mind. 

“He’ll survive just in spite of me thinking that,” He humored, muttering under his breath to himself, the usual bite in his tone gone. Still, he scanned the doors for a mop of blonde hair that he wouldn’t admit he waited to appear. If he had half the brain Zoro thought he had, he’s probably helping the others. 

Now, Zoro was stuck there, gripping the rope ladder as he tried to make sense of the chaos. Over Luffy’s shoulder, he caught glimpses of the dark horizon. The Sunny pitched forward sharply, teetering above the sea before nose diving toward land. Zoro was relaxed as ever—if relaxed meant cursing under his breath and bracing for impact.

“Hold o-” Zoro’s warnings were cut off as the ship slammed into hard dirt, skidding like a rock skipping across a pond. Zoro jostled against the rope ladder with each impact, gritting his teeth. The hull screeched. Luffy was laughing, because of course this was absolutely hilarious to him, as he swung on a stretched arm. A chorus of startled yelling joined the ship’s groaning protests, the crew must have been rudely woken up just like him. 

Finally, they stopped. The wood wheezed underneath them, the pitch black enveloping them on all sides. 

“That was awesome!” Luffy’s cackle echoed off into the dark night as he dropped from the mast back onto the grassy deck. “Did you see that Zoro?!” 

He did more than see it, he thought. He drops from the rope onto the deck. He went to reply, but heard doors slamming open and shut, followed by multiple yells for the same person.

“LUFFY!”

Everyone clambered in, one after another. Jinbei carried Brook’s head, while Franky angrily dragged the other two culprits with him. Behind them, Zoro sees a shock of blonde, and he lets go of a breath he didn’t realise he had been holding. He scratched the back of his head and rolled his shoulders, as if his previous worries would fall off of them. Adrenaline is still pumped through his veins under hot skin, cooled off by the night’s air. 

“Morning everyone!” Luffy said excitedly, smile stretched so wide Zoro wouldn’t be surprised if his face stayed like that. “We’re here! Good work, Usopp and Chopper!”

“I can’t believe I let him talk me into this..” Usopp groaned and whimpered under the tight grip Franky held his waist in, and Chopper gasped for air. 

  “Too tight, too tight!” He clawed at the large hand with his hooves to no avail.

Nami was already tearing Luffy a new one, and Franky was following suit. Even Jinbei had a look of dismay, while Brook was steadily complaining in his palm.

“You can’t believe it,” Franky says through his teeth, dropping the two to the floor. “I can’t believe all the work I’m going to have to do on the Sunny because of you 3, this is not super, bros.” 

“I’m thinking we should’ve kept him in the cage,” Sanji muttered as he let go of Nami and set down robin on the deck. 

“I agree with you Sanji,” Nami bellowed as she charged past Zoro, and pinched hard on Luffy’s cheek. “I don’t think he learned his lesson from the waterfall, after all,” 

Luffy whined halfheartedly like a child. “Ow- I’m really sorry, Nami.. I was just hungry, ya know!”

“When you’re hungry, you wake up Sanji. You don’t crash the ship into land in the middle of the night!” She screamed, and it ringed in Zoro's ears, the sharp pain in his head roared to life. He winced and rubbed the back of his head again. It didn't surprise him when he removed his hand that he saw smudges of red on his finger tips.

“Why didn’t you stop him?” He felt a gentle kick at his shin, turning to see Sanji staring at him. He had dark circles underneath his wide, tired eyes that bore straight through Zoro. The blond hair that covered his face illuminated with the light of his lighter. The flame flickered to life as he scanned around, taking in their surroundings. “What happened to keeping watch?"

  Zoro rolled his eyes, “I keep watch against threats, not our own crew. Besides, how was I supposed to know what he was going to do, curly?” He really wasn’t in the mood to fight with the bastard, especially not this early in the morning. He watches Sanjis eyes look at him, squinting like he could see through him, his eyes lingering on the hand Zoro had rubbed his head with. Zoro wipes his hand on the back of his pants, shrugging it off like he already knew what Sanji would say next. They remain silent, but everything in Sanji’s eyes looks like they’re begging a question. Zoro chest tightens as he bit back the pain in his head and heart.

“I’m fine, Cook. Nothing happened,” Is all he gives, turning away to look at the rest of the crew. "Drop it."

“I didn’t say a thing, Moss,” Is all he says in response, lighting a new cigarette as he listened to the crew begin to brainstorm a plan of action.

After a moment of arguing and tired deliberation, All adventures to the mysterious Buffalo Bay were cut off for the night. Even with Luffy’s master plan, they had no choice but to wait until sunrise with how dark it was. Even with Franky’s freak ass lights, they could only see dirt and grass for what seemed to stretch on for forever. Robin questioned if there was any land of meat at all, and the fact they were stranded settled amongst the group in a grim veil.

So much for a tourist destination, he thought. He had heard enough of the plan. He walked away from the group, settling on the edge of the grass to rest his aching head. As sleep began to overtake him as he droned out the sounds of his friends talking, he couldn’t help but to feel a pit in the bottom of his stomach. It was small, but large enough to annoy him and eat away at his steeled nerves. Something was really off about this island. As sleep washed over him, he could only think that that was just something he’d have to worry about later. 

A/N: AHHH finally!! I have been planning this fic in my head with multiple drafts and outlines and brainstorming for I think 2 months at this point, and finally feel pretty good about how to started this off.

I hope you enjoyed the prequel! I have the chapter one 75% done, I just need to edit it some more but expect it some time 11/28 at night. I hope to have it up and chapter two by Sunday! The next chapter will introduce the reader, i promise! also, future chapters will switch between perspectives. This will be a slow burn so stick around if you wanna see how it plays out! Feedback, love, and criticism is much appreciated ♡

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A.N.I.M. Patreon Updates April 2025

The April 2025 A.N.I.M. patreon rewards are up, and there’s a lot of them this time! So if you’ve been thinking about a patreon subscription, now’s a good time!

It’s been a really, really busy month, our library of TTRPG.. stuff has grown significantly.

Where before, there was just Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy, now there’s Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy, Eureka: The Fanservice Files(a goofy expansion to Eureka), Silk & Dagger: A Sensible Drow RPG, and now Death Bed: A Souls-like RPG. All of these are getting brand new updates with this patreon release, except for Death Bed, but that’s because it’s the first time it’s been shown anywhere outside of the A.N.I.M. patreon discord server. You’ll see changelogs for all of these below!

We also just concluded the submission period for the Eureka Mystery Module Jam with 14 whole submissions! That’s about 5x the number of dedicated Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy adventure modules than there were available previously! The “bad” news is that none of these modules are really finished yet. Soon, our team will start reading through them and giving the authors tips and critique to help them finish up, and we’ll promote them as they come into releasable states. Finally, we’ll be able stop relying on Call of Cthulhu and Delta Green modules! We don’t make any money from these fanworks, but the our favorite ones will be effectively grouped as Eureka “canon.”

Changelogs below

Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy

CHANGE LOG 

WHOLE BOOK

Copy-editing Progress: Thoroughly copy-edited up to p. 330. (Our editor is suffering from real life stuff that’s why editing progress has been periodically stalling.)

We also released Eureka adventure modules “The Eye of Neptune” and “FORIVA: The Angel Game” into free beta on itch.io. Scroll up to find the link!

We also just released a small expansion for Eureka that was intended to just be an April Fools thing but spiraled into an actual full expansion, check out Eureka: The Fanservice Files here! https://anim-ttrpg.itch.io/eureka-the-fanservice-files 

CHAPTER 1 

Fixed typo in Buying Food.

CHAPTER 2

Clarified Real Capybara Hours and Wicked Traits, that they don’t apply a modifier in situations where the character is unconscious or something like that.

Fixed a typo in the Forgery write-in skill.

Clarified when rolls apply for Femme Fatale. 

Adjusted Property Modifiers of just about everything. In general, vehicles now have lower PMs and stationary residences have higher PMs.

Added PMs to “Other Property.”

Added bags (portable items with their own PM) to “Miscellaneous” 

Added new possibility for Partial Successes to Wealth rolls to obtain items.

CHAPTER 3

Fixed one of the entries on the obstacle tables saying “light cover” instead of “heavy cover”

Fixed a sentence that didn’t have an ending in Turns, Rounds, and Movement.

Added a reminder that taking damage prompts an appropriate Composure roll or morale loss. 

Updated some examples in Chapter 2.5 and also added more art

Clarified that Composure does apply a cap to Weight Class

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8 

Gave gorgons an additional small bonus to their second Swallowing Hold when swallowing live prey.

Clarified a sentence in the “The Gentry” section of the Fairy rules. 

Added some new snoops to the mage powers.

Added a temporary author’s note about the vampires and Christianity.

Edited a fan submitted hunting table entry at her request. 

Since bags are now usable by all investigators, fixed the text regarding those for Fairies. They also get a bit better PM modifier with bags than with homes and vehicles.

Eureka: The Fanservice Files

CHANGELOG

Added a changelog. 

Updated credits.

Changed the Property Modifier of Well Endowed to -7 instead of -6. 

Adjusted how Well Endowed interacts with the Fairy Trait based on some edits to the Fairy Trait in the main book. 

Fixed the metadata of the document so it no-longer says “EUREKA STYLE DOCUMENT MF.”

Added catgirl art. 

Silk & Dagger: A Sensible Drow RPG

CHANGE LOG 

WHOLE BOOK 

Adjusted colors for slightly better readability. 

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

Changed “Indigo” skin tone to “Midnight Blue,” which is less ambiguous and closer to what I was envisioning when I wrote indigo. 

Fixed “busy” typo to “bust.”

Added two extra entries to the Bust Size table in case a Drow with the “Well Endrowed” Trait also has a max roll on the table.

Fixed typo in the Gossip Trait.

Clarified several things in the palace creation rules.

Gave a warning about Servants with low Endurance. 

CHAPTER 3 

[turbotime-overdrive]

WELCOME TO OVERDRIVE!!!

THIS IS AN ASK BLOG RUN BY @voiidhearter! It’s based on an WIR AU I recently made!

TLDR: The arcade’s essentially gone bankrupt, but for whatever reason, the building and the machines inside it are still running and alive. The place has been untouched for the most part and so have the games, essentially left to decay over time.

Turbotime was one of the few machines that are still plugged in and alive. For the time being, Turbo is the only one reachable! Though this will change depending on my motivation.

SOME ASK RULES!!!

I will add more if I see fit!

No NSFW or suggestive asks, please and thank you!

Just don’t be an asshole

Please be patient with me! If I havent gotten to an ask, please dont resend it! Im probably just a little busy ^_^

UPDATE LOG

For the time being, Turbo is unavailable!

Any and all asks pertaining to him will be answered when he returns!

Feel free to ask FELIX and JET anything!

[swedebeast]

Sometimes you just find interesting old websites (or maybe even webzones) from the day. Like this one.

"Welcome to the STAR FLEET UNIVERSE, where thousands of people boldly explore new worlds and new situations every day.

As is readily apparent, the STAR FLEET UNIVERSE is based on The Original Series of Star Trek, and is produced under contracts with Paramount and with Franz Joseph Designs. While not necessarily "canon trek", the STAR FLEET UNIVERSE is a rich and vast playground, and is more consistent than the literary equivalents. It has to be, since the STAR FLEET UNIVERSE is home to a number of game systems, and gamers tend to get upset if we change the rules, history, background, and technology every time a fiction writer needs a new plot device. We do, by the way, publish a lot of fiction in our CAPTAIN'S LOG series, some of which is regarded as among the best published for this genre."

It is something of a forgotten part of the lore that the Kzin are quote unquote "canon" to the Star Trek universe. As well as the Lyrans which body fucking talks about these days.

And you know it is old school when it is Pre-TNG Klingons.

[what-bot]

Program sense headcanons in Tron.

I have many so there's a readmore

Programs have different senses or level of sensitivity based on their function. They can change if upgraded; Tron shares some of his monitor senses with Beck using the disc

Programs designed to monitor a system or involved in communication have heightened senses, and a lot of processing capacity for them. Some programs are designed to get a broad idea of everything, while others are more specialised

Some see the program equivalent of shrimp colours - seeing radio waves is common in tower guardians or those who communicate with the internet.

Programs do not have a sense of smell

Less of a sense of taste than humans (they usually just eat energy, which tastes mostly similar. They can tell if it’s poisoned. Like irl, water from different taps tastes different but not by much.)

They DO have electroperception, and some have thermoception. Same with grid wildlife like bits.

A combination of the two above things lets monitors do that footprint-seeing thing that Dyson and Rinzler do (even if not directly linked in to be able to see system logs for that area)

Structures and vehicles give off different electrical frequencies. Programs whose function is related to those buildings can sense them, and receive signals from that which can hold information and helps them know where to go like they're ants following pheromone trails. e.g. programs in charge of the trains will have Train Sense

Messing with the above is totally what they used to control people in frame of mind

Programs also have their own signature they can use to tell each other apart

Electrical signals as nonverbal communication. Can communicate with Bits or Bytes this way

This thing that electric fish do called jamming avoidance

Programs can be linked with each other, common in counterparts or parent/child pairings (as in the computer version of parent and child), and share information with each other over the link like telepathy

Full black circuit-covering suits like Rinzler’s are stealthy both due to not giving off light, and masking the electrical signature of a program. They can disguise themselves as others using a similar principle

Users give off electricity, so they seem like a program to other programs on first glance, but those who know what to look for can tell the difference. Given it’s used in communication, programs can get confused talking to users as their electrical impulses don’t follow the same rules, but they can loosely interpret them with practice

Imagining Tron or other monitors getting sensory overload if network traffic is too high, or if in the outside world and standing among a bunch of computers/phones/servers/radio towers etc.

Programs in the outside world get pretty much none of the electrical feedback they’re used to, which can be unsettling for them

Idk how it would be different for Isos. I imagine there’d be a lot of similarities but their senses adapt/change based on their circumstances - getting stronger when needed and weaker when not

[miupow]

THE PREACHER❜S DAUGHTER 。 ── MILESTONE EVENT

❝𝒂𝒎 𝒊 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌?❞

i started writing on tumblr august 11th, 2023 ; in just one year this blog has grown beyond what i ever thought it would-- i'm also just one hundred followers away from two thousand! i cannot thank all of you enough for this amazing growth, and all of the wonderful friends i've made along the way. since both of these huge milestones are happening at the same time i've decided to combine them into one large event-- inspired by the album i've been obsessed with since i first listened to it around the time i started this blog, Preacher's Daughter by Ethel Cain. If you haven't listened to this album in it's entirety yet i need you to log out and do that right now, it's actually life changing.

PREACHER'S DAUGHTER - ETHEL CAIN (FULL ALBUM)

that said, the rules of the event are simple ; i will be writing ten works based off of ten songs off of the album (i've chosen to leave out the intro and august underground/televangilism due to them being instrumental tracks.) and i want you as my readers to pick what the works will be about! please listen to the album, or relisten to it if you've heard it already, and let me know in my inbox what ideas you have for the works! i will be accepting ideas as they come in, and will be updating this post as i compile a complete masterlist. after all ten plots have been decided, i will write and release them one by one in order! i hope to finish this absolutely monumental event by the end of the year or early 2025, with each fic being about 5k. I really meant it when i said i wanted to push myself for you guys. the groups i will be writing about for this event are stray kids , tomorrow x together, and ateez ! the plots must be in some way inspired by the song chosen. thank you all, have fun, and be creative!

❝𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ; 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆?❞

AMERICAN TEENAGER 。── n/a

A HOUSE IN NEBRASKA 。── n/a

WESTERN NIGHTS 。── n/a

FAMILY TREE 。── n/a

HARD TIMES 。── n/a

THOROUGHFARE 。── n/a

GIBSON GIRL 。── n/a

PTOLEMAEA 。── n/a

SUN BLEACHED FLIES 。── n/a

STRANGERS 。── n/a

[monstrousproductions]

One of my favourite things about SFF is the way it lets you take an issue or an idea, and separate it out so you can look at it more closely in isolation. I think I remember Diana Wynne Jones saying something along those lines - that genre fiction gives you enough distance between the idea and yourself so you can walk around it and see it from all angles.

That's one of the things I've really enjoyed about Travelling Light so far. The archive entries are, by necessity, short and limited in scope. We can't summarise the entirety of a culture and all its iterations in a 10 minute audio log! But we can peel off one idea and give ourselves some space to walk around it and ask questions about it.

Like, in Episode 27 where we see the people protesting their landlords in Nimidol. To me, that wasn't an episode that said, "Our world would be better if we lived like this."

It was more a way of inviting further thought and consideration. What would our world look like if we lived like this? What does it mean to use shame to change people's behaviours? What does private landlording look like in this fictional space, and how do you feel about it?

I like as well that the questions some episodes might raise for one listener might not be the same as for another. Some people really resonated with the people in Episode 13 who used explicit legal contracts to navigate social interactions because in the real world, it really sucks to be caught out by unspoken rules nobody's ever explained.

But there's also something to be explored there about trusting people to keep to the social contract, and how their vibes-based government can do its work - and, more broadly, what do we think the work of government actually is.

I don't know, I'm just having a lot of fun with that! It's one of the really nice things about have such a short episode length - we literally don't have time to get into the nitty gritty of everything, which means there's loads more space for you all to bring your own ideas and interpretations. Which, as a show literally built around audience participation and co-creation, feels appropriate!

[ranticore]

answering all my asks in a big bunch

@help-system

it's kind of cool to think about actually & something i didn't consider (re: the implications for future generations). the reason he has to stay in a town flock isn't just because he's formed attachments there, but because he is vision-impaired and his feathers are fucked from lack of structural pigment and would struggle to live without the support system (for lack of a better term) of the town around him. his survival depends on living in a society. that also means he'll survive to pass on this trait when otherwise he would not. it's recessive so yeah could definitely be passed on!

@focshi

Oh habitat & life habits change the look of the nests completely. for the ama plains eagle harpies I was imagining a kind of gourd-shaped woven bower.. sortaaa like this as the eastern edge of the plains (where they live) has emergent columnar basalt and it's on these big stone stacks where they make their nests. use rope and picks to secure the bowers to the columns and the king's eyrie (the tallest one naturally) is built around a log tied upright with guy-ropes driven into the stone. they are all flexible enough that they blow around a lot in the wind without suffering much damage (see pic below)

in between them are net-like rope platforms and ladders as well as more 'spires' which are the trees propped upright on the columns. solid stone is the only safe 'ground' material to build nests on.

@gardenergulfie many of the monsters were bound by additional magical rules on top of the "you are twisted into a monstrous form" main thing. i hadn't thought of many tbh but i believe sphinxes were more strictly bound by their riddle names rather than just doing it playfully by choice, i know there was more but it escapes me. i'll have to think of some!

wyrms are cursed with immortality in a very classical sense so it would be impossible for Revelation not to be around in Cuinn's time. but ah... i wouldn't say it's in a good state

wildfire unfortunately is no longer with us. in mind & spirit anyway.

For eagle harpies, baby-rearing is not communal. The parents swap brooding/hunting roles (one broods/warms the young, the other hunts, they barely get time to sleep). Once baby is old enough to fly it hops out and joins the other fledglings in their eyrie. Parents rarely have anything to do with them after that but they will occasionally stop by to deliver discipline if they feel their offspring isn't behaving properly.

Partnerships are monogamous (but if the king wants your girl then that's his girl for the night) and last as long as any relationships might; could be many years, could barely last a season. there's a stigma against breaking up while tending a nest so some harpies with relationship problems tough it out for the sake of the kids (this never works)

The king does not care about his offspring as people, only as tokens of his virility and strength. Kings often boast of how many offspring they have (and the All-King can have hundreds) but do they know all (or even any of) their kids' names? of course not

Regular cobs do most of the fathering because most flocks don't have a king and they have to reproduce somehow. There's no visible difference between the offspring of a king vs the offspring of a cob. eggs is eggs

Eagle harpy pens can lay up to 4 eggs in one nesting season. Sibling aggression is common in the early days and if unsupervised they can kill one another but that's seen as a sign of lazy and inattentive parenting UNLESS the baby being picked on was kinda runty and then it's their own fault for being a whimp and they should toughen up. Parents can lay unfertilised eggs but rarely do, it's similar to a false pregnancy. Unfertilised eggs are eaten. Harpies of different species base cannot interbreed, but bear in mind that harpy species diversity is overall much lower than birds.

Eagle harpies are VERY protective of their eggs. It's not unheard of for other harpies of the same eyrie to steal their neighbours' eggs for various reasons (you can gain favour if you have one of the king's offspring in your nest....). many predators also might want to take some as well (sphinxes are... very ferocious predators of harpies, but also you gotta watch out for that little human who might have ambitions of being a falconer). parents will guard their eggs viciously.

I don't think it's unreasonable to imagine such a scam tbh... yeah sure take this egg it'll tooootally hatch into a big strong harpy. human falconers probably candle their eggs frequently to monitor them so i think they would catch on very quickly though hehe