#State Cereal Box Project

[its-avalon-08]

i love the angst! like what would charles and y/n do when they fight> headcannon form thanks!

charles leclerc x fem!reader - when they're angry at eachother message from anon - Hi! Can you change it to - what would charles and y/n do to take care of eachother when they fight.

Y/N picks up Charles' favorite takeout even though he's being a grumpy git about the whole fight, leaving it on the counter with a silent "don't starve yourself" note.

Charles makes sure to leave the coffee pot full despite their argument, knowing a good night's sleep after a fight is out of the question.

In the midst of their cold war, Y/N remembers Charles hates showering with cold water and adjusts the thermostat before he gets in.

Charles, despite being fuming, remembers Y/N's forgotten project deadline and discreetly reminds a colleague to forward her the missing data.

Y/N, while stewing, notices Charles hasn't packed his lucky socks and throws them in his bag with a glare that says "don't mess up without them."

Charles, after a particularly heated exchange, sets the alarm on Y/N's phone a few minutes earlier than usual, a silent "I don't want you to be late" tucked away.

Y/N, even though they haven't spoken in hours, leaves a box of Charles' favorite chocolates by his side of the bed with a small, defiant, "there."

Charles, in a fit of stubbornness, puts on a new movie Y/N had been wanting to see, silently inviting her to join him on the couch.

In the middle of a tense stand-off at the grocery store, Y/N grabs Charles' favorite cereal despite his earlier grumbling about needing a healthier option.

During a heated argument at a cafe, Charles, mid-sentence, notices Y/N forgot her usual sugar packets and flags down the waiter for her.

Charles, mid-scoff at Y/N's comment, sees a street vendor selling her favorite flower and impulsively buys a bouquet, shoving it into her hand with a mumbled "kiss me now?"

In the middle of a tense breakfast, Y/N catches Charles wincing at a sore muscle and, pride swallowing her anger, reaches across the table to discreetly offer him a pain reliever.

Charles, while pretending to be engrossed in his phone at a cafe, flags down their usual waiter with a subtle nod, knowing Y/N will - forget to order her favorite latte in their current state.

During a heated argument at a gas station, Y/N, fuming, grabs the pump and fills Charles' car with gas anyway, throwing him the keys with a grumble.

Charles, after a particularly stubborn silence, walks past Y/N "accidentally" bumping into her shoulder, dropping a new book he knows she's been eyeing.

a bonus scene of charles apologising and y/n apologising :

⋆ charles saying sorry : The air crackled with unspoken apologies in their apartment. Charles, ever the racer, paced like a caged lion, while Y/N pretended to be engrossed in a book, the furrow in her brow a dead giveaway of her lingering annoyance. Finally, Charles couldn't take it anymore. He tiptoed closer, the floorboards groaning under his weight.

Y/N held her breath, pretending not to notice. Suddenly, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against a solid chest that smelled faintly of engine oil and his signature cologne.

"Alright, alright," Charles mumbled against her hair, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. "I messed up. Big time."

Y/N bit her lip, torn between holding a grudge and melting in his embrace.

Charles, sensing her hesitation, nuzzled his face into her hair. He inhaled deeply, the familiar scent of her shampoo and vanilla body lotion a soothing balm to his racing heart. "You smell like sunshine," he murmured, his voice husky.

A soft smile tugged at Y/N's lips. "That's not exactly an apology, Leclerc," she teased, her voice barely a whisper.

Charles chuckled, a rich sound that vibrated against her back. "Fine," he sighed, tilting her head back with a gentle finger under her chin. His eyes, the color of the Monegasque sky after a summer rain, held a plea that was hard to resist. "I'm truly sorry, Y/N. Can you ever forgive this stubborn Monegasque?"

Y/N looked into his eyes, the anger slowly dissolving into a puddle of affection. "Maybe," she said, her voice playful.

Charles, unable to wait any longer, leaned in and captured her lips in a soft kiss. It started slow and sweet, a gentle apology that spoke volumes. Then, as his frustration melted away, the kiss deepened, a silent promise that they'd work through anything together.

When they finally broke apart, both breathless and smiling, Y/N snuggled back into his embrace. "Just promise you'll think twice before doing that again," she muttered, her voice muffled against his chest.

Charles chuckled, tightening his hold on her. "Scout's honor," he whispered, and for now, in the warmth of his arms, Y/N knew she believed him.

⋆ y/n saying sorry : The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy like a Monaco summer night. Y/N sat huddled on the couch, stealing glances at Charles slumped in the armchair across from her. The air hung heavy with unspoken apologies.

She couldn't hold out any longer. With a sigh, she rose and padded over to him. Charles moved slightly but Y/N surprised him. She launched herself onto his lap, burying her face in his chest.

"Charles," she mumbled, her voice muffled by his t-shirt. Her arms wrapped around him like a koala's, leaving him no room to escape.

He stiffened for a moment, unsure how to react. Then, a small smile played on his lips. "Alright, alright," he chuckled, his voice warm despite the tension. "What's this about, then?"

Y/N squeezed him tighter. "Sorry," she mumbled, the word muffled against his shirt.

Charles felt a wave of warmth wash over him. He knew that was her way of apologizing, stubborn and sweet all at once.

"Come on, Y/N," he teased, trying to peek around her head. "You gotta say it where I can hear you."

Y/N remained stubbornly silent, her grip unwavering. "Sorry," she repeated, a little louder this time.

Charles couldn't help but chuckle again. He placed a hand on her back, gently stroking it. "Alright, alright, I get it. You're sorry."

But Y/N wasn't finished. "No," she mumbled, her voice firm. "Look at me and say it's okay."

Charles sighed, a happy sound. He reached up with his other hand, tilting her chin up until their eyes met.

Her eyes, usually full of fire, were soft with regret now. "I messed up," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Can you forgive me?"

Charles could resist anything except Y/N like this. He leaned down, his lips brushing hers. "Yeah," he murmured against her mouth. "It's okay."

The moment he said the words, Y/N's face broke into a radiant smile. Before he could react further, she peppered his face with kisses, small, quick pecks that chased away the last remnants of their argument.

Charles laughed, pulling her even closer. "Alright, alright, I get it," he said, his voice thick with amusement. "You're forgiven."

Y/N snuggled into his embrace, a contented sigh escaping her lips. In the quiet of their home, surrounded by the warmth of his love, the fight already felt like a distant memory.

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

🦐- Talk about a time when you made yourself laugh or cry?

Heyyy sorry this took so long I've been a lot busier than I thought! (From this WIP shop ask game!)

🦐- Talk about a time when you made yourself laugh or cry?

Believe it or not, I don't make myself cry. But I make myself laugh so here's stuff that made me laugh! Longer post to justify the time you had to wait:

From The Secret Portal Part One (Robbie POV)

“Also, I just turned thirteen today, so I’m not a child.” “A child means someone between infancy and puberty,” Akash confirmed. “He definitely has hit puberty. Do you want me to tell you about the erection he got—” “Okay, that’s enough!” I spat out the words as fast as I could. Akash laughed.

From The Secret Portal Part One (Ash POV)

“Ah, yes!” George said. “Well, the cheese from cowyotes is incredible.” “From what?” Liam repeated. “Cowyotes.” “That sounds like a shitpost.”

From The Secret Portal Part One (Akash POV)

I gasped in realization. “Robbie, is there any chance you forgot to take your Adderall?” “What? Of course I—” His face went slack and he bolted to his feet. “Shit, shit, shit. My parents were on the night shift all week—” “Pretty sure it’s your responsibility,” I said, half-joking. “I know, but I had projects and—” “I told you: set an alarm.” “Okay, I get it—” “Just go home and get it.” “Yes.” Robbie stood still for a second, then bolted toward the hallway. “I’m going home!”

From The Secret Portal Part One (Robbie POV)

“You thinking about something?” Akash asked at the table as I stared at the bowl in front of me. “Have you ever thought about how cereal is like the skeleton of milk?” “You’re implying that milk is meat, and I don’t like that at all.” “Milk has fat—yes, I’m implying that it’s meat.” “So milk is cereal that’s, like, boneless?” “Exactly.” “However, some people have cereal dry, which means that the cereal is a fatless skeleton, but we add fat if we feel the need.” “Does that make the bowl the flesh?” “Of course it does.” “So we’re eating the insides right out of the skin?” Akash paused. “Yes.” “Terrifyingly morbid,” I said, taking a huge bite of my soggy bowl-innards. “Some people have fruit in their cereal,” Akash pointed out. “What are those?” “Organs?” I suggested. “Sure, why not?” “I just realized something even more morbid.” “What?” “So we keep the bones in its own separate box, we keep the meat refrigerated in a liquid state, it’s already disemboweled, and we keep its empty flesh sack in a dark room with other flesh sacks.” “What the heck are you guys talking about?” I looked up to see Sammy in the doorway, her hair a mess from just getting out of bed. “You’re up early,” I noted. Sammy shrugged. “I got hungry.” “You want some disemboweled innards served directly in the flesh sack?” Akash asked, holding up his bowl. Sammy pressed her eyebrows together in a disturbed expression. “I think I’ll get toast.”

From The Secret Portal Part Two (Lexi POV)

“Is that a dragon?” Hye-Jin whispered to me. “Nah, that’s just Gabriel,” I whispered back. “Hey, Gabriel!” I said as we neared.

From The Secret Portal Part Two (Robbie POV)

I turned back to Akash. “Well, we’d better eat our sandwich before it gets cold.” “They weren’t hot to begin with,” Akash said, smirking as he finally picked up his sandwich from the plate. “Maybe not yours, but mine got ‘Sexiest Sandwich Alive’ back in 2022.” Akash almost choked on his sandwich. He swallowed his food and finally laughed.

From The Secret Portal Part Two (Akash POV)

I made eye contact with Robbie, who raised his eyebrows as if to say, “Dude, what the hell?” I furrowed my brow to say, “What are you talking about?” He looked at Gwen, then back at me, which implied he was saying, “Dude, your girlfriend.” I cocked my head to ask, “What about her?” Robbie sighed as if to say, “What a dumbass.” I gestured to the chessboard to tell him, “What about watching Ty get his ass kicked?” Robbie widened his eyes as he tilted his head toward the elevator, telling me, “Gwen wants to spend time with you alone, you idiotic nut box.” I opened my mouth in an “O” as if to say, “Oh, yeah, she does.” Robbie rolled his eyes as he turned to Lexi beside him, as if to tell her, “Can you believe this joker?” Lexi laughed, somehow having followed the whole conversation.

From The Secret Portal Part Two (Akash POV)

“Hey, guys.” Parker flicked his hand, summoning his remaining breakfast to his newly-picked table on light current of air. “What’s up?” “Me,” I said, causing Robbie to snicker. “Are we still on for practice today?” “Uh, yeah of course,” said Parker as Wade joined our table. “Your joke sucked. You’re sitting down. We’ll have to work on that.” “Is part of being an air-molecule-manipulating person good humor?” “I thought it was until you came.” “Give him a break, Parker.” “He made a bad joke, Wade! What am I supposed to say.” I ate my bowl-innards so I didn’t have to reply. Yeah, it was a bad joke, but it was the anti-humor that made it funny! “The fact that it was bad made it good,” Robbie defended. I smiled smugly at Parker through my cereal-filled mouth. Thanks, Robbie. “Humor is a subjective but meticulous craft,” said Parker. “The joke needs to make sense to be funny, and considering that you are not up, it doesn’t make sense.” “But I’m a flyer,” I protested. “That’s the logic.” “You said it when you were down!” Parker protested. “That would be like Jazlyn saying, ‘I’m so hot!’ when she’s not on fire!” “I’m gay, but Jazlyn’s objectively hot,” said Wade. “Totally not the point,” said Parker. “You’re taking this too seriously.” Parker laughed, throwing his head back. “Serious? Me?! That’s a first. Could you tell that to Mrs. Holladay? Besides, I’m just helping the kid out.” “You’re, like, two years older than me,” I pointed out. “Regardless, I’m helping you out. Watch, I’ll make your joke work.” In a fast yet graceful move, Parker thrust his hands out and up in a swooshing movement, causing a gust of wind to suddenly lift me out of my seat and a handful of yards in the air.

From School of the Legends Year One (compilation since I don't have to deal with narrators)

He was an old man with a farmer’s tan due to being, well, a farmer who was also old.

Tierney was jolted awake that morning in two ways. The first jolt was from Jarred rapidly knocking on the door to his room. The second was a literal jolt of static shock from the friction his body caused from sliding against both the fitted sheet beneath him, as well as the duvet covering him, when he jumped from the first jolt. He yelped at both, causing Jarred to laugh from outside the door. Tierney scrambled out of bed and practically ran to the door--bare feet sliding on the hardwood floors--threw the door open, and jabbed his finger into Jarred’s side, causing Jarred to let out a rather embarrassing “eep!” as the static shock pierced through his cotton clothes, and he jumped back, almost falling over when his feet slipped on the carpet beneath him. Now it was Tierney’s turn to laugh. Jarred regained his balance and pointed a finger at Tierney as a mock threat. “You’re dead.” “Not if I kill you first!” Tierney said, jumping out at Jarred, who bolted down the hall. Tierney followed his brother with his hand outstretched, making extra sure to drag his feet on the carpet to keep up the static, even if it slowed his pace. Jarred turned a corner and made an “oof!” sound as he ran into Ritchie--both falling over, causing Tierney to trip over both of them and crash to the ground.

“Why are we less mature than our ten-year-old sister?” Tierney asked, sitting up to join his brothers. “Don’t worry, she’ll mature less when she’s older,” said Jarred, rising to his feet.

This was a chance to show that he was special. He wasn't just the third-born son of the English king who blew things up. He was gifted. He could learn magic and maybe even master potions! He looked at the potions on his desk and smiled. Maybe he could figure out how to not blow things up while he was there.

If Jack had a euro for every time he had climbed a magically-overgrown plant today, he’d have two euros. That wasn't a lot of euros, but it was weird that it happened twice.

“I’ve always wanted to play the harp,” said Jack, admiring it. “Since when?” “You don’t know everything about me.”

Yay, this was fun I hope! Sorry again for the delay.

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Plastic Film Recycling Awareness

This is a friendly reminder that many plastic films are now being recycled. Did you know that according to 1 bag a time .com, it is projected that the United States uses 12 million barrels of oil a year on the production of plastic shopping bags? On average a shocking 10 bags are thrown away weekly by Americans. This totals to the equivalent of driving 60 miles in your car.

Meijer, Walmart, Target and other big box stores are now accepting plastic film to recycle into plastic again. They have containers in the front of the store with guides to recycle plastic films. When cleaned, these include and are not limited to: Plastic shopping bags, clear plastics (such as those that keep products sealed), plastic bags that hold food such as cereal and Cheez it bags etc...... Check your local store for more information.

[pluckyredhead]

Red Hood and the Outlaws #2 (2011)

I'm continuing to make choices.

At least Roy remembered to string his bow this time.

When we last left our hero, he had returned to the headquarters of the All-Caste to find a dead old woman named Ducra. Issue #2 begins with a flashback of Talia taking a recently resurrected Jason to "the Hundred Acres of All," which I guess is supposed to sound cool but just makes me think of Winnie the Pooh. Jason meets Ducra, he sasses her, she kicks his ass but agrees to train him.

Cut to "three hours ago" and Jason and Roy on a plane:

Jason dresses extremely formally in this run and it does feel pretty incongruous to me because Jason doesn't strike me as someone who cares for formality or appearances. I've chosen to headcanon this as Jason rigidly emulating Alfred and Bruce's notions of adult male fashion, especially in situations in which he's uncomfortable, because if he can project wealth and power the way Bruce does, maybe people won't see his painful backstory and soft underbelly. It doesn't really work with Jason's love of telling everyone his trauma to make them feel bad for him, but...look, man, RHATO is incredibly bougie, I don't know what to tell you.

Roy, meanwhile, is essentially just a series of scribbles. "Stage three clinger" is kinda funny, though.

(Roy is actually historically very, very good at not clinging to the people who are constantly abandoning him, but he latches onto Jason for dear life. I know that's because this Lobdell has never read a Roy comic before this, or anything at all including a cereal box or his own sentences he has just written, but I choose to believe it's because Jason is special.)

Oh, Isabel, honey. Don't bother climbing unprofessionally into the next seat like a lunatic. The man is Undateable.

(I'm not posting every panel but on the next page she gets him a second drink - "Soft drink, extra ice" - and Jason's like "Good memory!" "SOFT DRINK" IS NOT THE NAME OF A DRINK. "Liquid in a cup." "Good memory!")

Anyway Isabel hurls herself at Jason for a few more panels and then gives him her number and Jason fully and completely cannot process it for some reason:

I know Jason is supposed to come off in this series like a cool macho dude getting all the ladies, but scenes like this just...don't work? If Jason is supposed to be a stud who has already hooked up with Talia, Essence, Rose, and Kori, why can he literally not complete a sentence here? I feel like this reads much more like a very, very young man who missed most of his teen dating years to death and vengeance and has very little experience.

They arrive in Hong Kong, where Kori meets them in a limo. Why fly away from Kori and then meet her in a limo? Apparently just to show Jason and Kori both spending conspicuously so that readers will know they are rich and therefore cool, and for no narrative or characterization purpose. How did Kori get money? Hush your mouth.

Is the "gorilla" in the room Dick? Both Kori and Jason explicitly stated in the previous issue that she doesn't remember him, so why would she be upset here? Is it that Jason and Kori have supposedly slept together and now Roy and Kori are sleeping together? Both Jason and Kori have ALSO explicitly stated that they don't care. Is this dialogue meaningless? Yes!

Jason refuses to take them to his safe house because last time he did they "soiled [his] sheets," which I'm taking as confirmation that they did in fact fuck in his bed last issue. In the safe house, he finds a woman named Suzie Su and her henchmen, who he quickly shoots a bunch and seemingly kills. We don't know who Suzie is or why this matters.

Cut to the team jumping out of a helicopter over the Himalayas during a freak thunderstorm, where we learn that Jason has gloves with metal wings that allow him to fly or at least glide. This is dumb, but it's extra dumb when you remember that Lobdell gave Tim an almost identical gimmick at the same time in Teen Titans. (He writes Jason and Tim identically in general: hyper competent and extremely bougie Gary Stus with the comebacks of a dull 12-year-old.)

They land in the All-Caste HQ to find everyone dead.

NOW HOLD ON JUST A DING-DANGED MINUTE. In issue #1, we explicitly saw Jason leave Roy and Kori in bed and come here for that scene in the middle panel, alone. Now supposedly Roy and Kori are there? We are an issue and a half in and there's already a massive continuity error? WHY DID THIS MAN GET PAID TO WRITE THIS BOOK FOR TEN YEARS???

The All-Caste come back as zombies (why? not explained) and the Outlaws fight them while Jason flashes back to being trained by them, which is just another generic fight scene. At one point Jason calls the All-Caste warriors "the greatest people I have ever known," but like...we haven't gotten a chance to know any of them, so who cares.

Anyway. Jason is sad, and then tells the others "Let's go kick some ass...team." THE END.

Here's the thing. Whenever you're starting a new story, a new comic, a new universe, whatever, there are always going to be things the reader doesn't know, and gradually learns as the story unfolds. It's not a bad thing that there are some unanswered questions.

However, we don't have any actual sense of who the All-Caste were, what they can do, or how long Jason stayed with them. We aren't shown any significant interactions or relationships between him and Ducra or the generic warriors, none of whom have names or distinguishable faces. There's a little uncreatively quippy dialogue from Ducra, but no actual reason for us to care. To follow this plotline, we need to either like Jason or understand the importance of this relationship or the stakes of the Untitled, and none of that has been sold in these two issues. In fact, I don't think the Untitled are even mentioned in this issue. (I mean, I do like Jason, but not because he wore a fat suit, bragged about fucking Kori, and killed some people, which is all he's done so far in this book.)

We also don't know who Essence is or what her history is with Jason or the All-Caste. And we don't know who Suzie Su is, why she was in Jason's safe house, or whether it matters that he (apparently) killed her. We know nothing about Kori except that she knows nothing about herself, and even less about Roy.

Again, some questions are fine and even good, but this many questions makes the book a parade of disconnected, uninteresting events we don't have any reason to care about. Which isn't a big deal when you're marathoning the series through dubious means in 2023, but I sure as hell wouldn't have paid $2.99 every month for this shit back in 2011.

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Sophia (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Soso by her brother & girlfriend

Age- 33 (immortal)

Location- Little Athens, New Olympus

Personality- She's intelligent, analytical, confident, & ambitious. She loves actively pursuing knowledge. She's a lesbian and is currently dating.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. As the goddess of thought her other powers/abilities include telepathy, thought projection, mental manipulation (manipulating the minds of others by force or will), having an eidetic memory, and intelligence reduction.

Sophia's abode is a stylish brownstone in the Little Athens neighborhood of New Olympus. The interior design strikes the perfect balance between historic charm & modern elegance. There's a rooftop terrace with a small garden, dark oak flooring, and two ornate fireplaces. The color scheme is cream, royal blue, oxblood, & chocolate brown with wood countertops in the kitchen as well as lots of linen and leather furniture. Everything is immaculately organized.

She has a single pet, her animal companion being a she-dragon named Azurine. Most of her scales and wings are a dark cobalt while her claws, crest, & belly scales are bright copper. Azurine is Sophia's primary mode of transportation.

A go-to drink for her is tumeric tea which she brews herself. She likes to add a bit of honey and lemon juice to it. She also likes cranberry juice, hibiscus tea, homemade kale smoothies, mint infused water, champagne, martinis, & pinot grigio. Her usuals from The Roasted Bean is a medium iced green tea and an olympian sized mango orange splash.

Sophia always starts off her mornings with a session of acupuncture then a session with her masseuse.

Her immediate family includes her older brother Favian (god of philosophy). They have a close relationship with her bringing him meals she cooks. She secretly looks forward to their passionate conversations spanning many topics.

For breakfast her go-to is the whole wheat breakfast burrito from The Bread Box added with sliced avacado, extra spinach, and black olives. At home she'll settle for a bowl of rizogalo, a couple of lightly toasted & buttered onion bagels, or a big bowl of Earthly Harvest raisin crunch cereal.

The most notable feature of Sophia is her long, thick, curly, & glossy raven hair. She attributes the health of her hair to a homemade hair mask she makes (that she puts on her hair for an hour every month) made with tumeric, sweet potato, olive oil, manuka honey, mango pulp, and a few drops of the Glory's Crown healthy hair oil blend. Her other go-to product is the Hairology 2-in-1 eucalyptus & mint shampoo/conditioner.

A guilty pleasure for her the lamb gyros from Olympic Chef. She sometimes orders three or four at once!

She also loves the mandarin orange green salad (drizzled in poppy seed dressing) from The Bread Box.

Sophia' main source of income comes from being Headmistress at Polus Preparatory- a school for youngsters started by Coeus (Titan god of foresight, intellect, & knowledge). The school is in the state of Delphi, a nearly two hour ride on dragonback. She expects nothing short of excellence from her students and faculty. For other means of income she endorses/models for Threads of Wisdom (is a fan of the slingbacks and crossbody bags), Olive Visibly, & White Lily Gallery. She's also a contributing writer for O Dianooumenos.

Her favorite frozen treat is the red velvet cake ice cream waffle cone sundae from The Frozen Spoon.

Sophia's been dating her girlfriend Eikono (goddess of iconography & literature) for a few months and she really enjoys spending time with her. Their first date was an early evening stroll and picnic at Eaglepoint Park where she won Eikono over with her homemade macaroni salad. Whenever their schedules permit, they're always together. A moment of sheer bliss for Sophia is them laying in bed on a quiet lazy morning reading the paper & drinking tea.

Her official mentor was Mnemosyne (Titaness of memory & language).

In the pantheon Sophia's friends with Iaso (goddess of cures & remedies), Neicus (god of debate & appeal), his sister Dimósia (goddess of debate), Mesembria (Bria) (goddess of the afternoon); despite the breakup with Favian, Sophrosyne (goddess of moderation, temperance, & restraint), Hesychia (goddess of quiet, stillness, rest, & silence), Pistis (goddess of trust, reliability, & good faith), Nomos (god of laws), Amphictyonis (Amy) (goddess of diplomacy), and Aletheia (goddess of truth).

Sophia also admires all the accomplishments of Athena (goddess of wisdom).

She also respects her girlfriend's father Logos (god of stories).

As an induction gift, she recieved a pair of designer heels which had a lined paper print design (along with a pencil themed strap) from Kéfi (goddess of mirth).

Sophia prefers wearing cologne than perfume, her favorite being REIGN, the most recent one from Zeus.

Her favorite dessert is the portokalopita from Hollyhock's Bakery.

In her free time Sophia enjoys reading, writing, poker, chess, yoga, doing crossword puzzles, football (soccer), cricket, tennis, going to museums, going to the opera, and visiting art galleries.

Her favorite meal is white rice with butter chicken.

"A being is but the product of their thoughts. What one thinks, one becomes."

[goodnessgraciousohmy]

New Project 2, Part 2

On to this transition between ideas. As I had stated early on in my first post on this project, I have very few complaints about packaging generally so coming up with a new idea was a challenge in itself.

Eventually I came up with the idea of cereal boxes. Their design is inconvenient, not made for pouring, and not easily resealable without the assistance of outside items (tape etc.)

So I, very quickly, devised a new type of cereal box that was slightly taller than a regular cereal box with a square base, inset handle on the side, and a spout for pouring that is covered by a lid.

As I had less than a week until the project was due I decided to make the outward design of the box fairly simple and used references to my home province.

When I began constructing the box the shape itself was also fairly simple, a square base with cut off corners, which I used in an attempt to make the back more elegant. I cut the cardboard in one long sheet that was long enough for the base and the lid. Before gluing the box together I removed the lid portion and assembled that separately.

After assembling the sides and base I cut holes on either side of the corner opposite the front, where the spout points. I then created an insert that blocked off the inside of the box from the outside, and voila, a handle!

The spout was much more difficult and I was up until 2am attempting to get it right. I wanted an opening that was large enough to pour cereal without being clogged while small enough that you wouldn't dump all of your cereal on the table. I also, in order to better fulfill the assignment brief, wanted to make the spout manoeuvrable, allowing it to remain closed most of the time while still being able to open it on occasion so it can be refilled. Between the type of cardboard I was working with and the requirements I was trying to meet I had a very difficult time creating something that works.

Once I had the box constructed I printed out my design and began applying it. Despite the fact that I had measured everything exactly, multiple times, none of the pieces I printed out fit the box exactly.

The paper for the lid, in fact, fit so terribly I had to remove it and start over.

While I did, eventually, get the entire outside of the box covered, once I did, for reasons I still do not understand, the lid - which I fit twice in an attempt at accuracy - no longer aligns at all with the bottom.

I had, initially, been planning to paper or paint the handle inside and the spout but eventually, after struggling for hours with the outside I ran out of time.

Overall, I am unhappy with the final outcome of the box despite the large amount of time and effort spent. If I had the time, patience, and energy left I would redo the entire box, modify the graphic design, and work on the design of the spout. The handle may also need to be made wider to accommodate different hand sizes.

Ideally, the box would be made of food-safe cardboard which, as long as it does not get wet, would be reusable. It would also allow for us to do away with the plastic bag that often contains the cereal inside the box.

Finally, I spent an enormous amount of time and effort on both designs I created for this project. Despite the fact that neither worked out as I had initially intended. I wanted to create unique, food-safe, environmentally friendly, accessible designs. My ideas were decent, my execution of those ideas was not.

[jasonp01]

Kids Being Kids

There’s a certain power to kids being kids. Especially when together and when fully involved with some kind of real world activity, when actually doing something physical with other kids. You might just call that “play,” but it can be more than that. Today at camp was rife with that power. It was our first full day of camp activities and we saw it everywhere.

After a yummy breakfast of Rick’s homemade oatmeal, fresh cut fruit, granola, yogurts and cereal, everyone at camp fanned out all over to get started with the whole range of camp activities. Each camper had chosen their activity schedule the night before, and now it was time to begin with the first of the four today.

All ten of the craft activities sprang to life. Girls were soon weaving colorful yarns on looms in Curiosity with Lucy. They were pinching and rolling clay in one of the 2 pottery studios. They were learning to tie special knots to make their first friendship bracelet. They were twisting t-shirts and dripping dye on them, sticking scraps of paper to “memory boxes,” weaving wet reeds to make baskets, sewing pillows, dipping brushes into watercolor paints, and carefully measuring thin planks of wood before making their first cuts in wood working. Many art projects had begun!

Sports too! The campers shot rifles and bows with .22 caliber bullets and arrows hitting their paper targets. They balanced on the beam after stretching in the gymnastics area of the gym. The tennis courts saw various tennis drills and short games. The gaga ball pit also was stirred up by game after game, with girls jumping and swatting as the ball bounced in their direction. For something more relaxed, there were yoga classes being held in the hillside lodge. Of course the lake, which (after to the dining hall!) is probably the most popular place in camp, was humming with fun as the girls zipped down the water slide, invented silly poses while jumping off the diving board, and just played around on different floating toys. As the weather was perfectly warm and sunny throughout the day, the lake was a great place to be.

The first riding lessons also took place today, with the campers who wanted to ride meeting new horses. There were riders in every ring walking, trotting and cantering their way around. The outdoor adventure staff offered climbing on the Alpine tower, trips through the zip line course here at camp, a hiking trip to High Falls in the Dupont State Forest, and chances to begin learning the basics of whitewater kayaking down at the lake.

Dinner was a hotdog picnic on the hill— dogs (and veggie dogs), buns and regular “fixing,” homemade coleslaw, salad and potato chips. We also had freshly baked cookie bars for dessert. With ideal, almost cool, evening weather, we all enjoyed a breezy feeling dinner that was just the right balance of hanging out and silliness.

Tonight’s evening program was an all-camp campfire we call “Jug Band.” This is a silly program of traditional Appalachian songs and stories that the counselors, Hi-Ups and other directors present. Sarah dresses up like an old woman and brings her fiddle to play. Tonight a guitar and ukulele joined in to play “She’ll be Comin’ ‘Round the Mountain,” “Mountain Dew,” and “Little Cabin in the Woods,” which were clear favorites with the campers. This was classic camp fun, and an excellent way to end the day.

It was wonderful to feel the energy of kids being kids at camp. Everyone seemed happy and excited, and nicely settled in. These camper are already feeling comfortable and enjoying camp life. My hunch is that it’ll soon be even better!

[muses-of-the-memory]

"Aww, that's a cute wolf plushie, Hikari. Must be a gift from your pen pal." Edd spoke as he sees Eddy sneak past the office to the drop box for international mail. "All across the world, there's pigeons ripe for the plucking! And we're holding the tweezers, boys." Eddy said to his friends as he stuffs an envelope with the gum.

"Eddy, the aim of the project is to share cultural understanding, not extort it." Edd stated as Ed licks the envelope. "Observe, if you will." Eddy puts the envelope in the mailbox. Edd pulls out a gigantic book from his bag. "I've prepared an in-depth essay for Gerta to help her comprehend our beloved Peach Creek way of life." Edd explained as Eddy slams the book on Edd's face.

"Snoresville!" Eddy laughed as Jimmy approaches with a mailbag. "Me again!" Jimmy called out as he pulls out a package. Eddy holds his hands out, but Jimmy gives the package to Ed. "Somebody loves you, Ed! You big lug!" Jimmy runs off. "More mail from my pen pal, guys! Back and forth, back and forth." Ed said as he looks for what he's got. He pulls out a wolf pelt. "Look what I got! A wolf towel!"

"That's a pelt, Ed. You sure are fortunate to have a pen pal so willing to share their heritage with you." Edd said. "And look, you and Hikari have matching wolf items again." He smiled as Ed puts the pelt on his head. "What makes you so special?" Eddy asked annoyingly to Ed. "I eat cereal, Eddy." Ed said proudly.

Hikari was helping Double D with the chick egg project in the science lab. She decorated hers with a bow and a diaper.

@hoshi-neko-hikari

"Greetings, fellow Cluckers!" Edd shouted using a megaphone. "The Happy Cluckers Club is now called to order." He said examining an egg under an incubator thoroughly.

Jonny sweats as Edd looks it over. "Egg-ceptional progress, Jonny." Edd congratulated.

"Right on! We're gonna have us a family, buddy!" Jonny shouted to Plank, happily. "And what do we have here?" Edd asked about Hikari's egg. "Your egg looks adorable as you, Hikari. A perfect match." Edd smiled.

[ameliaprivatetcb]

Cereal boxes are amazing. They can be creatively used to design several interesting DIY projects for kids.

[didigarme]

Here are the 10 delicious breakfasts for the weight loss process. Get the cereal boxes to make delicious breakfast with cereals and other ingredients.

[nasa]

Calling Long-Distance: 10 Stellar Moments in 2022 for Space Communications and Navigation

Just like your phone needs Wi-Fi or data services to text or call – NASA spacecraft need communication services.

Giant antennas on Earth and a fleet of satellites in space enable missions to send data and images back to our home planet and keep us in touch with our astronauts in space. Using this data, scientists and engineers can make discoveries about Earth, the solar system, and beyond. The antennas and satellites make up our space communications networks: the Near Space Network and Deep Space Network.

Check out the top ten moments from our space comm community: 

1. Space communication networks helped the Artemis I mission on its historic journey to the Moon. From the launch pad to the Moon and back, the Near Space Network and Deep Space Network worked hand-in-hand to seamlessly support Artemis I. These networks let mission controllers send commands up to the spacecraft and receive important spacecraft health data, as well as incredible images of the Moon and Earth.

The Pathfinder Technology Demonstration 3 spacecraft with hosted TeraByte InfraRed Delivery (TBIRD) payload communicating with laser links down to Earth. Credit: NASA/Ames Research Center

2. Spacecraft can range in size – from the size of a bus to the size of a cereal box. In May 2022, we launched a record-breaking communication system the size of a tissue box. TBIRD showcases the benefits of a laser communications system, which uses infrared light waves rather than radio waves to communicate more data at once. Just like we have upgraded from 3G to 4G to 5G on our phones, we are upgrading its space communications capabilities by implementing laser comms!

3. The Deep Space Network added a new 34-meter (111-foot) antenna to continue supporting science and exploration missions investigating our solar system and beyond. Deep Space Station 53 went online in February 2022 at our Madrid Deep Space Communications Complex. It is the fourth of six antennas being added to expand the network’s capacity.

4. You’ve probably seen in the news that there are a lot of companies working on space capabilities. The Near Space Network is embracing the aerospace community’s innovative work and seeking out multiple partnerships. In 2022, we met with over 300 companies in hopes of beginning new collaborative efforts and increasing savings.

5. Similar to TBIRD, we're developing laser comms for the International Space Station. The terminal will show the benefits of laser comms while using a new networking technique called High Delay/Disruption Tolerant Networking that routes data four times faster than current systems. This year, engineers tested and proved the capability in a lab.

6. In 2021, we launched the James Webb Space Telescope, a state-of-the-art observatory to take pictures of our universe. This year, the Deep Space Network received the revolutionary first images of our solar system from Webb. The telescope communicates with the network’s massive antennas at three global complexes in Canberra, Australia; Madrid, Spain; and Goldstone, California.

7. Just like we use data services on our phone to communicate, we'll do the same with future rovers and astronauts exploring the Moon. In 2022, the Lunar LTE Studies project, or LunarLiTES, team conducted two weeks of testing in the harsh depths of the Arizona desert, where groundbreaking 4G LTE communications data was captured in an environment similar to the lunar South Pole. We're using this information to determine the best way to use 4G and 5G networking on the Moon.

8. A new Near Space Network antenna site was unveiled in Matjiesfontein, South Africa. NASA and the South African Space Agency celebrated a ground-breaking at the site of a new comms antenna that will support future Artemis Moon missions. Three ground stations located strategically across the globe will provide direct-to-Earth communication and navigation capabilities for lunar missions.

9. Quantum science aims to better understand the world around us through the study of extremely small particles. April 14, 2022, marked the first official World Quantum Day celebration, and we participated alongside other federal agencies and the National Quantum Coordination Office. From atomic clocks to optimizing laser communications, quantum science promises to greatly improve our advances in science, exploration, and technology.

10. We intentionally crashed a spacecraft into an asteroid to test technology that could one day be used to defend Earth from asteroids. The Double Asteroid Redirection Test, or DART, mission successfully collided with the asteroid Dimorphos at a rate of 4 miles per second (6.1 kilometers per second), with real-time video enabled by the Deep Space Network. Alongside communications and navigation support, the global network also supports planetary defense by tracking near-Earth objects.

We look forward to many more special moments connecting Earth to space in the coming year.

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[visceravalentines]

Sinclair Household HCs

My brain...it’s rotting....  

COOKING

Vincent cannot cook for shit.  Not only that, but he puts milk in his bowl before he pours in the cereal.  Unforgivable.  Vinny does like to bake, but his success rate is wildly variable.  Sometimes his cookies are weapons.  

Vinny gets so wrapped up in his work he forgets to eat for hours.  Bo will sometimes call him from the station to tell him to go upstairs and eat something. He genuinely likes fruits and vegetables, but he’s not picky and will munch just about anything.  

Bo is a survivalist cook. He spent some time parenting his brothers, particularly Lester, and Trudy liked to withhold food as punishment, so he became adept at throwing together something quick.  

Processed food is this man’s fuel.  Boxed mac & cheese, canned soup, frozen dinners.  Can toast a waffle.  Can grill a cheese.  Can make a pretty damn good sandwich.  Has been known to eat the pieces of a thing rather than assembling the thing.  

Lester is the chef! You can hand this man a dead skunk, like really dead, and he will present you with the most decadent burgoo you’ve ever had.  Also quite the connoisseur of wine.  He makes his own and it’s damn good.  

Lester has a garbage disposal stomach and appetite.  He’s never heard of food poisoning.  He’s never met a food he doesn’t like.  He’s a particular fan of gas station fare though, stopping on his route for chips, beef jerky, pork rinds, you name it.  

Spice tolerance?  Vin is the master.  Lester is Cajun through-and-through.  Bo will insist he is fine even though his face is red and he is pouring sweat.  To be fair, he’s got a tolerance above average, but he’s nothing compared to his little brothers.  

CLEANING

Lester, it’s Lester.  

The man doesn’t mind a little grime.  We’ve all seen his truck and his self.  But that’s work.  He’s got too much to do to worry about a little blood, especially when it spills as fast as he can clean it.  When it comes to his living space, having things neat and orderly is like a mental separation for him between work and home.  

Makes his bed every goddamn day (when he sleeps in a bed, that is).

Lester takes showers until the hot water runs out and revels in that squeaky clean, guts-less feeling. If you catch him outside the workweek, mans smells delicious, kind of tobacco-y and leathery and woodsy.  He does love him some chew, but he’s not gross about it.  

Unfortunately for him, his brothers are disasters.  

Vinny is the most single-minded person in the state of Louisiana.  The project in front of him is all he can see or think about.  He leaves tools everywhere.  He sets candles down, forgets about them, leaves them burning until someone blows them out before they light something on fire.  He genuinely does not see the mess (same tbh).  

His workshop looks like a bomb went off, but it all makes perfect sense to him.  He can find you anything in two seconds.  If you put it “where it goes,” he will never find it again.  

Vincent has wax lodged permanently beneath his fingernails and there’s always a microscopic film of it on his skin.  His hands are very soft from it though.  Sometimes he goes for a while without showering because art.  He also has a solid skincare routine pressed upon him by Mother Trudy.  Wax does not breathe, so he has to keep his face clean and moisturized.

The other thing he is meticulous about is his hair.  We never see it in the movie, but I like to think he keeps it pulled back a lot of the time while working.  He doesn’t mind it in his face, but getting wax out of it is a nightmare.  Lester isn’t often around to help him, and Bo told him if he ever made him do it again he’d shave his head.  Vinny smells generally like art supplies, kind of sweet and woody, but his hair smells like nice shampoo.  

Bo is the opposite of Lester.  He is neat at work and a slob at home.  His garage is always swept, every little screw and gear organized and accounted for, his truck washed once a week like clockwork.  At the house though, man’s leaving dishes in the same place for weeks, crumbs galore, dirty and clean laundry all over the floor.  

Every so often, the mess gets to him and he goes on a cleaning tirade.  It gets the work done, but he’s a nightmare to deal with if you get in his way.

Bo himself is pretty well-kept.  He wears clean underwear every day goddammit.  Despite being a mechanic, he hates having dirty nails, so he will give himself a manicure on Sundays.  Don’t you fucking dare look at him like that.  Smells like motor oil, leather, cigarettes, and that good sweat.  Only wears cologne on special occasions, like funerals.

 HOME LIFE, ESP. WEEKENDS

Bo is the one who makes runs into town for supplies.  Vincent would rather die than leave Ambrose, and Lester attracts too much attention between the smell, the slight lack of social skills, and his tendency to describe the innards of animals at the slightest provocation.  Bo attracts his own kind of attention, but he’s adept at deflecting it.  

Lester doesn’t often sleep at the house.  He has a bedroom, but he also has a neat little shack in the woods, and that’s where he spends most of the week.  It’s not that he doesn’t love his brothers; it’s that he likes his space, his freedom.

He comes home on the weekends, sometimes early on Fridays.  This is when most of the housekeeping gets done, but he doesn’t mind a bit.  

Friday night is boys’ night. Isn’t every night boys’ night? Yes.  Does this matter?  No.  

All three of them are wicked good at pool.  Like, stupid good.  Games between the brothers are either over fast, or last an hour.  There’s also a fair bit of poker.  The currency at stake takes the form of small bones (animal, human, whatever), nuts from the garage, matches, or loser shots.

Speaking of which, the Sinclairs can hold their booze.  In addition to his wine endeavors, Lester makes some facefucking moonshine and rotgut whisky.  The night usually starts with cheap beer and ends with Bo talking REALLY LOUD, LIKE SO LOUD. HE’S NOT YELLING, HE’S JUST LIKE THIS.

Vincent gets everyone water and stops drinking hours before the other two because he’s smart, although he can absolutely drink you under the table if given the chance.  Lester gets loopy and ends up falling asleep in uncomfortable positions.  

Bo doesn’t typically get belligerent, but it is a possibility.  He usually gets uncharacteristically sentimental.  He smiles a lot more.  Sometimes he gets real quiet.  When this happens, his brothers put on music or start telling stories about happy memories to keep him out of the dark places in his head.  

Saturday mornings are often bleak and silent affairs.  

In a longtime tradition, Saturdays are spent on yardwork.  There are a lot of yards in Ambrose, lots of planter boxes, and they all need to be kept presentable.  Picture all three Sinclairs mowing lawns with or without white t-shirts.  Yeah.  

Sunday is for putting the house back into a reasonable state of affairs.  The amount of laundry these men generate is abominable.  No one likes dusting, hence all the cobwebs.  

Attendance at Sunday dinners is non-negotiable.  Shirts tucked in, all three of them.  Bo and Vincent will often help Lester cook.  This is not, in fact, helpful.  None of the brothers are particularly religious anymore, but they alternate saying grace before they eat.  

When Monday morning comes, Bo always has coffee made before Lester leaves at the ass crack of dawn. It happens to be decent.  Lester takes a thermos for the road, Bo has a cup before he leaves the house, and he brings Vinny an insulated cup in his workshop, so that even when he forgets it’s there, it’s warm for him when he remembers.

[phading]

Teaser ...

Virgil was hunched over the island absorbing his first mug of espresso when his aquanaut brother shuffled into the kitchen, leaving a trail of wide, wet footprints in his wake. Cartoon swim trunks plastered to his skin and gaudy beach towel draped carelessly over his head, Gordon was sporting more vibrant colour than Virgil’s latest foray into the abstract.

“Morning!” His back to his older brother, Gordon flipped his way through the impressive cereal box collection that claimed one entire cupboard.

“Don’t get the boxes wet.”

“Don’t get the boxes wet,” sing-songed back from inside the fridge where Gordon was now hunting down the right version of milk. “Geez, Virg. What side of the bed did you fall off of?”

Virgil sighed. He gulped the rest of the espresso and reached for some of Gordon’s sunshine, wondering what his own sleep-muzzy, caffeine-deprived brain was projecting at the moment. Come to think of it, the Fish wasn’t his usual ball of sun-washed energy either, he was just a little bit … murky? sluggish?

Before Virgil could put his finger on it Scott breezed lightly into the kitchen wearing track shorts, a tank and his latest pair of Balenciaga running shoes. A light sheen of perspiration proclaimed his morning run accomplished.

“How’s everybody this fine morning?” Scott bounced over to the fridge and snagged an energy drink from the door.

“News flash! Virg needs more coffee,” Gordon stated, dumping enough protein milk on his cereal to float a battleship. He reached for the coffee pot and turned around.

Virgil stood up abruptly, his stool toppling backwards with a scape and a clatter. Scott’s bottle dropped through his fingers and landed with a dull clunk on the tile beside it.

“What?” the aquanaut demanded. “You guys are weird in the morning.”

“Gordon, your eyes are BLACK!”

tbc ...

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Pathos (Kingdom of Ichor)

Age- 39 (immortal)

Location- Hearthwood neighborhood, New Olympus

Personality- Self describing himself as the "biggest softie in all the realms," he's highly empathetic, observant, & intuitive. He's totally unafraid of vulnerability. He's a firm believer in establishing healthy boundaries in all his interactions & doesn't mind being a listening ear or shoulder to cry on. He's currently single.

He has the standard abilities of a god except shapeshifting. As the god of emotion he has a range of powers/abilities like truth sense, pathokinesis (emotion manipulation), telepathy (being able to read minds); though he rarely uses this skill, hypnosis, & has specialized temporary powers when he's experiencing certain heightened emotions/moods.

Pathos has made the Hearthwood neighborhood of New Olympus home for him and his family. There's also the vacation lakehouse in the state of Mykonos. At the main house there's a large wraparound porch, spacious backyard & garden, as well as an outdoor pool. Inside the color scheme are warm and neutral shades with lots of framed photos of the family & inspirational quotes all throughout the house.

Pathos is the proud owner of a dependable mini-van, his usual mode of transportation.

He has several pets (dogs) and their names are Beau, Addie, Dixie, Lola, & Teddy.

Pathos will start his mornings early, waking up the kids and getting them ready for school. He'll then drop off his son at the Parthenia Day Care before heading to work.

For the longest time he's been a foster parent, opening his heart and home to children who needed a safe haven, even if it was only temporary before their parents/guardians regained custody or they were adopted or moved. Pathos didn't really know when, but soon, the desire of fatherhood became too strong to ignore. He started the process & paperwork and one early evening, Pathos recieved a call from the Polýolvos Adoption Agency- meeting a timid eleven-year-old child that instantly stole his heart. His eyes fill with happy tears when he sees how vibrant and confident his daughter is now, being the person she was always meant to be.

As of now Pathos has four children- Philautia (goddess of self love), Philia (goddess of friendship), Xenia (goddess of hospitality), & the recent addition- the cutest three year old boy named Storge.

A go-to drink for him is a chicha de piña. He also likes piña colada smoothies, cucumber & mint infused water, coconut soda, cojitos, classic martinis, orange juice, champagne, pinot gris, saoco, and pinot noir. His usuals from The Roasted Bean include a large espresso, an olympian sized iced green tea, & olympian sized roast coffee- with two creams and sugars.

Pathos loves making breakfast for the kids, not liking when they just rely on sugary cereal. He'll often make garlic toast, rizogalo, hash browns, scrambled eggs (added with various shredded cheeses, peppers, mushrooms, & black olives), and pastelitos de guayaba.

His favorite thing to get from The Bread Box is an eggs benedict sandwich (on a lightly toasted english muffin).

Pathos is a hands-on dad! He's vey involved in his kids' lives with every parent-teacher conference, daily assistance with homework & projects, and he doesn't mind the often dance challenge or prank video being posted on Fatestgram and PanopTube. Pathos is always there for them (and he doesn't push when they don't want to talk or want to be left alone). The whole family is fond of taking weekend trips, the most latest one being to Achaea where they partook in the state's annual beignet festival!

He's one of the few deities to successfully tackle the Mt. Olympus burger at Poté Tróei. He used the 1,000 drachma cash prize to donate it to a family center downtown.

Most of his livelihood & income comes from him being a licensed psychologist and therapist- with his office being located on 13 Soft Sow Court. Pathos is particularly well versed in mood disorders. He provides a calm & safe atmosphere for all his patients. For extra income, he's an official spokesman for A Tall Apparel, a clothing brand made for bigger men of all creeds as well as writing for Hearthside magazine.

A favorite frozen treat of his is flan ice cream!

In the pantheon his best friend is Karmanor (demi-god of the harvest). They have a close bond and relate to being single fathers. Pathos is the nonós to Karmanor's eldest son E.B.

Pathos is also friends with Ktesios (god of the household), Eikono (goddess of iconography & literature), Axiótimos (god of honor), Chiron (the immortal centaur), Oizys (goddess of anxiety, misery, & depression), Harpocrates (god of silence & discretion), Cocytus (Titan god of wailing & lamentation), Leto (Titaness of demurity & motherhood), Thilasmós (goddess of nursing), Ptocheia (goddess of beggary), Nysos (one of The Ourea), Aegle (goddess of good health), Paean (goddess of physicians), Favian (god of philosophy), Neicus (god of debate & appeal), The Litae (dispite their differing viewpoints on his eldest child), Peitharchia (goddess of obedience & discipline), Soter (god of safety), Eudaimonia (goddess of happiness), Apólafsi (god of enjoyment), Mnemosyne (Titaness of memory & language), Themis (Titaness of justice), Logos (god of stories), Elpis (goddess of hope), Nomos (god of laws), Hesychia (goddess of quiet, stillness, rest, & silence), Aletheia (goddess of truth), and Hestia (goddess of the hearth).

Pathos was an official mentor to one of his friend's daughter- Paregoros (goddess of soothing words).

His most frequent clients are Cyamites (god of beans), Isorropía (Isorro) (god of duality, balance, & equilibrium), and Nosos (god of illness, plague, & disease).

Pathos went to a strip club for the first time when Neicus and Favian invited him for a guys' night out. To say he was blushing would be an understatement!

His last relationship was with Amphictyonis (Amy) (goddess of diplomacy). They went out for about a year before he decided it was best to end things. They disagreed on most things and he felt that she was too emotionally distant.

Pathos' older daughters are always on him about getting back into the dating scene. They even helped with creating his profile for a dating app! They're not only hoping for a wife for their dad, but a mother for them & their siblings as well!

He loves treating himself to dinner at The Bronzestreet Kitchen- a popular steakhouse restaurant located in the Forgia neighborhood. He'll eat alone, enjoying himself with a glass of wine and an entree of bourbon barbeque beef ribs, steak fries, garlic string beans, as well as a portobello beef soup.

In his free time, he prefers being in the company of his kids. He also enjoys basketball, football (soccer), fishing, playing board games, reading, poker, bowling, cooking, playing pool, chess, and golf.

Some of his favorite dishes to prepare & eat include ropa vieja (with white rice), sopa de frijoles negros, moussaka, pastitsio, and yuca con mojo.

"To live without feeling is to watch without seeing."

[apocalypticgargoyle]

ok this is like barely anything but reader holding edgy!karl. like them cuddling and shes holding him and stroking his hair🥲. or just fluffy kissing with no ulterior motive.

.......or DARE i mention a pregnancy scare👀

DARE I say... why not both? (Also welcome to the club 🧚🏻‍♀️anon! I can’t wait to get to know you and write for you!) 

𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄. 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐲!𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐥

pairing: edgy!karl jacobs x fm!reader

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, language

“Maybe you’re pregnant?” Your roommate pitched, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, lifting a handful of dry cereal to her mouth straight from the box as you caught your forehead in your hand with a groan, curling around the toilet. 

You looked up at her with watery eyes as her words hit reality in your mind. “Wait, what?” Your heart raced, panic coursing through your veins to make you feel even sicker. “There’s no way,” you mumbled. “Take it back!” You whined, making her shrug. 

She sighed, chewing her cereal. “Only if you’re not late.” She stopped chewing as if something dawned on her. “Do you think the kid will come out wearing eyeliner? Like it's a predestined thing.” You started sobbing at this; your thoughts completely jumbled over what to tell Karl. 

As you cradled the toilet bowl once again, the conversation of pregnancy came back to you. Your eyes flashed up to the pink box waiting for you on the counter. Karl was on his way over, completely unassuming of anything being wrong with you. Your roommate telling you to just “pee on the damn stick” raced into your mind. 

You thought about the pregnancy videos you had watched in class when you were younger and how scarring the process was to your mental state. Then you thought about what Karl would be like as a father, making your subconscious remind you of the time when the two of you were babysitting your sister’s children and he converted one to communism and the other into an anarchist within an hour. 

Just as you reached for the box, a knock came at your door, Karl sticking his head in and calling out for you. You beckoned him to where you were and that’s how he found you; on the floor, miserably staring up at him with a box of pregnancy tests in your hand. 

He tilted his head slightly, freezing in his footsteps and letting his keys drop to the floor. “Please tell me this is another one of your psychology projects,” he whispered, voice uneven as he assessed the situation. You shook your head quickly, tears threatening to fall again. “Oh, fuck,” he hissed, moving as if he wasn’t sure of what to do with the information before him. “Okay, okay. We’re fine. We’re okay. So, I haven’t told you this, but my family comes from a lot of money and this counts as securing the bloodline so obviously-” 

“She hasn’t taken the test yet. Put your wallet away, daddy,” your roommate called from the kitchen. Karl’s face dropped to a shade lighter at her statement. 

He waited outside as you took the test, finally convincing you that he was excited more than anything and if he could be the one that gets pregnant, he would have been off birth control long before this time in your relationship. 

You set a timer on your phone, the two of you sitting beside each other on the bathroom floor, your knees close to your chest. Karl leaned his head on your shoulder as you wrapped your arm around his shoulders. He hugged your legs, letting you press a kiss to his cheek. “Are we gonna be good parents?” You whispered, tears beginning to fall again. 

Karl sniffled slightly. “Probably not at first, but we’ll learn.” You nodded at his response. “We can stay together right?” He asked softly. “Like you’ll still want me right?” 

You dug your fingers into his hoodie, pulling him tighter against your chest. “Yeah, of course. As long as you still want me…” 

You ran your fingers into his hair. “Maybe this is good. It’ll be fun right?” 

You swallowed. “Yeah, I think so.” 

“Honestly, we don’t even have to look at it. I’m okay with not knowing and then it being a surprise,” he stated. “Can we name it Chad?” 

“Yeah,” your voice cracked. “Yeah, I’m okay with not knowing too. What’s the worst that could happen?” You both chuckled nervously. 

Your roommate came into view, tugging her hair into a ponytail. “Jesus fucking Christ. You two are insufferable,” she muttered. The two of you peered up at her as she crossed her arms, squinting at the tests in the sink. “Congratulations. You’re not pregnant,” she announced, the breath of relief from the two of you almost blood curdling as you held each other tightly. “Karl, you said you were picking up door hinges for me. Where are they?” 

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I remembered an old madcom fanfic I made, and decided it was too good to be left in some random fanfic site

When I wrote I was playing the Commercial District before reaching the Seeking Asylum level, and I found the scenery so depressing compared to the other action packed levels and decided to express this atmosphere in the fanfiction.

(This is a psychological horror and has themes isolation, death, and suicide, view digression is advised)

The city was empty yet claustrophobic.

Besides the paper rustling, there was nothing that moved in the monotone, once brightly colored, city. The wind had hit your face and sang a lonely tune as you looked broadly at the scenery, something was missing. You walked across platforms barely aged with no creak heard while normally walking, all you could hear was the sound of your feet and metal colliding easily traveling throughout the city. No one acknowledged it. Not far from the platforms were the corpses of shops, with the illusion of life in their flashy logos. Their metal bar and window covering eyelids were forever down as they are left to rot to natural conditions. You touched the blocked glass, chills going from your fingertips to your spine, wondering if there's life within. You could never know.

You could never know they are still alive and left you out. You could never know if becoming trapped in a self made prison have pushed them into murderous insanity. You will never know if they have slowly shrank to bone as they starved and dehydrated, while hopelessness, depression and insanity haunted their last moments. You will never know if they couldn't handle it and have ended their own lives. You will never be able to open that box and find out, but all you know is that it is irrelevant as they will never meet you. You just watched the wall with nothing to offer.

You continued to walk the platform, trying to avoid looking at the tables and chairs left over, and walk towards the statue. It was very large and grand and in life it had been praised and treated untouchable like the false god which it was modeled from. It also had a stone sword which it proudly raised, thinking it was god. You touched the statue, it was empty and cold, it was dead. The leader it was modeled over and the men working to prevent its tarnishing were literally dead, but more importantly the spirit was dead. The taboo didn't push your hand away from it, you didn't care, his presence is gone with his body, his worship died with him. You pulled your hand with it with no impact on your mind.

Not so far away were the tables with trays on them. The trays weren't put away but yet the tables and chairs were nicely placed, just stuck there like everyone had disappeared. Despite the lack of people, it felt like you were hearing their conversations, the haunting mumbling of everyday life, the bliss of harmless rumors and non serious rants, the comfort of not being alone to speak. Of course there was no one talking, no one was there. Tears filled your eyes as everyone seemed to have died except you. You couldn’t handle it. You ran off, trying to forget that it could be better.

You run to the road which the cars used to have drove over, but they only sit idle. Only lost pieces of papers move across the streets. Your head was looking down and you ran, trying to not look up to the empty sky, while you approached the apartments near the industrial sector. Does anyone live there?

You walked up to a door, surprised that it'll open up for you, making you obligated to enter. You stopped for a moment, wondering if anybody within would kill you, but the loneliness was sinking in you, rotting your spirit, urging you to go. You slowly walked up the stairs and opened the first door, walking yourself into it. It was dark, very dark. You could barely make out the kitchen and the bedrooms as the only source of light was the window, only casting upon a box of cereal and dust particles, and the red light of a computer left on, and the only thing on it was a rough draft about the state of Project Nexus, only did they know it'll fall. You walked up the stairs to the bedrooms and instead of anyone sleeping or rotting corpses, there was nothing. Loneliness sunk deeper and you descended the stairs, and you picked up the box of cereal for later snacking before leaving the room. 

You walked up the stairs to the second floor with draining hope, the wall looking greyer than usual. You opened the second door. This room was as dark as the first one, the tiny windows being the only light source. It was bigger too and thus automatically more empty. As you walked to the windows, you noticed no one was really there on the floor level, only an open computer with an email draft talking about panic as the state of Nexus grew worse. You backed away and went up the stairs to see if the emailer was there. The stairs creaked and your vision higher, seeing another bed.

The bed here was also empty, your spirit sinking further into your gut. You ran down the stairs with no regard to your safety, your heart racing as you grew desperate again. Out the building you went, metal was banged upon and started creaking as you tried to enter the final door. There just gotta be someone there. 

The door opened again to a dark room, the only light being cast was by the window and computer. You ran down the halls to the main part of the room to see it was vast and empty. No one was there. Your eyes watered, tears burning and escaping your eyes, you were truly alone, everyone was gone. Sorrow and incoming rage mixed into a bubbling concoction that shook your body. You rushed to the oddly nicely set up table and chairs with trays left on it and slammed them across the floor. The sound of clattering plastic from making a mess filled your ears. You didn't want the world to end in a whimper. You didn't want to be the last person on earth. A someone and a nobody who could only ponder what had happened as you slowly starved. You didn't want anyone left alone in an artificial wasteland!

You collapsed from stress and exhaustion, sobbing as tears crawled down your face to the carpeted floor. Body so weak from the death of hope that you couldn't escape the floor for minutes, the light covering your cowering form. Slowly your body returned to a state of normalcy as you barely picked yourself and crawled to the computer to see what it had got to say. You pulled the chair and sat upon it, placing the box of cereal on your lap. The email was about trying to convince the leader to stop his potentially world-ruining actions; you cried as you stuffed the stale cereal into your mouth, whoever wrote it didn't help to stop your current situation. It was the failure of hope. 

You just laid back on the chair and allowed your thoughts to fade as you tried to get yourself into blissful sleep, and you hoped you would wake up from a bad dream.