#Up from the Depths Part 2

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2024 reads / storygraph

Walking In Two Worlds & The Everlasting Road

YA sff set in the near future where an opensource augmented reality is commonly used like social media, and there’s also a completely virtual fantasy game version

follows an Anishinaabe girl who who’s the top player in the VR game, and is constantly fighting to keep her place against the misogynist neo-nazi group in second place

as well as her real life, dealing with being a shy and self-conscious teen growing up on the Rez, and her brother having cancer

and a Uyghur boy who’s moved to her community from China after finding acceptance in an online community (even when he doesn’t agree with their more extreme views) - but when he gets to know Bugz, he has to decide who truly deserves his loyalty

great mix of sff and culture, the future while also very real community traumas of the past (and present)

[dangoulains-devotion]

yuffie has many interesting elements to her but people refuse to move past "i find energetic kids annoying" and it makes me sad

[ajdrawshq]

listening to octopath music and drawing and writing stuff for my octopath pmd au so The Horrors(tm) dont get me

[aroacettorney]

when will aup sidestories return from war and stop leaving me bitter about how the main story ended

[featureenvyproductions]

Going to forever keep advertising my shit with tropes because do I have to? No. Am I too "stupid" to do it another way? No, not really. And as you've all seen, I also am perfectly capable of writing real blurbs and do write real blurbs. But I think it's fun to make the pic with the tropes anyway and have that around too. And also it keeps the pretentious people away. The sort who don't understand reading is not always for taking a "discomfort" vitamin because they A) are privileged enough to not have discomfort every day of their life to need to escape from or B) are fresh out of college and haven't discovered the joys of/have been shamed OUT of reading as a fun low pressure thing they can do to escape when they're fucking tired (and they think this sort of thing is new with fanfic and not more or less how "trash" lit like romance novels are marketed), as opposed to reading as some sort of Moral Duty To Be Deep that was instilled in them by a middle aged straight white English professor who thinks one can fulfill this by writing 10 pages about books where people scream at each other, have affairs with young women, or Make Up A Guy to warn people about things that Could Happen (that *cough* already happen to marginalized people *cough*) Anyway it's my version of a scarecrow. Firing shots to keep the rent low. Come take a seat next to me in the dumpster my fellow raccoons.

[orcelito]

Ok, I'm apparently in such a state that Iroh's story from the Tales of Ba Sing Se episode. Made me cry.

Watched this episode who knows how many times. I know exactly what would happen. But it sure is the first time I've watched this episode since several major deaths in my life.

God. I'm not used to being this emotionally affected by things.

[luxpenumbra]

ugh ohmygod so I saw this post and it made me so mad that I simultaneously wanted to reblog it just to rant in the tags and to not reblog it so that I could avoid sharing it with /more/ people

listen. music is universal. when a singer, songwriter, producer, lyricist, musician, team puts something out into the world, there may be emotions that they are trying to put into it. They will draw on these emotions as they perform and edit and refine this thing they are making. There may be a story they are trying to tell, an experience they are trying to communicate, and this may not be straightforward; there is a level of abstraction between conceptualization and realization that I am convinced exists to some level in all pieces of art like this. This is not a flaw; this is marvellous. When I the listener interact with a song, or an album, or an artist's entire body of work - the emotions that I feel and the story that is conveyed to me may be just. absolutely different from the artist's intentions and their own experience. It may resonate with me in an entirely different way than intended; it may resonate with someone else in a separate, distinct, discrete way. My and others' awareness of the artist and any context they have made clear may play a part in this or it may not; it depends on how I interact with music and how readily available this information is.

All this is to say: the only fucked up thing with this whole gaylor shit is the part where people are convinced that their interpretation of her music and the way it resonates with them indicates some fundamental truth about her identity. The only person who knows that is her and frankly it's none of anyone else's business and it's probably not that interesting anyway. But!!! this does not mean that her music cannot resonate with someone's experience of queerness!!!! It is story and song and a vehicle for emotion, and the details that make something sing true to someone's life and values are not pinned to the artist's "true identity" like a fuckin. butterfly to a corkboard. there is VALUE and DELIGHT in being aware of some additional dimension of queerness by virtue of the singers intentions or identity or whatever but that's a fucking BONUS you NIMRODS the only thing you need is a heart to feel things and a song to feel them about it's about YOU and how you interpret things. you change things just by existing!!! the only person to experience a song the way you do is YOU!!! "if I wanna listen to gay music I'll listen to gay ppl singing about gay sex" good for you!! but what a sad and limited life you must lead to need the significance and meaning of art spoonfed to you by author bios.

AND THEN. fucking condescending ass AAAAAAAH listen. christian rock can slap. i say this as someone who is markedly not christian. and even if you don't think it slaps that's fine. but the fact that someone's out here going "oh poor limited babies who've never listened to real proper good music before projecting sasanaru onto christian rock because they've never known anything else" grow uppppp!!! first of all!!! nobody. NOBODY. is out here saying 10,000 reasons by matt whatever is about sasuke and naruto kissing. you know this in your heart of hearts, just like you know deep down that there is VALUE in eking out meaning in places where you don't expect to find it, and in places that have some connection to the earliest parts of you. (and even if you aren't doing this, aren't interacting with the context of the music and its genre, see above re:universal fucking language). you've probably done it before. it's tumblr, land of transformative works and webweaving of course you have. how limited in scope must you be to think that people who listen to a genre you don't value but who are also queer or something must be just poor deprived children, limited in resource, waiting for that next evolution i'm gonna weep. anyway listen to relient k cowards

[arklay]

🖊🖊🖊🖊 for diana ofc

a fun little fact about diana is that she wears her watch with the face on the inside of her wrist

while working for umbrella (well, undercover for the rival company, that is), diana's employment was never common knowledge to the public – because why would a pharmaceutical company need a herpetologist? instead, she simply held a position as a researcher at raccoon university, and would occasionally do lectures, but for the most part she would just take the cable car underground to the nest

when diana collaborated with the connections through h.c.f. in the early 2000s, they named one of the d-type bioweapons after her

diana saw a lot of her younger self in sherry when they first met due to the similarities in their situations with their parents, and the way she behaved around both herself and albert. despite her dislike of children, she couldn't help but feel for her and even came to enjoy when she would stay over on occasion (i'd love if my brain would let me finish the rewrite of their first meeting because i touch on all of this in there and diana's thought process ough)

[sabraeal]

Reading asks: 3, 16, 25

3. What were your top five books of the year?

Age of Ash by Daniel Abraham

All the Seas of the World by Guy Gavriel Kay

A Dragon of a Different Color by Rachel Aaron

Thick as Thieves by Megan Whalen Turner

Nemesis Games by James SA Corey

16. What is the most over-hyped book you read this year?

I think it might be The Heart Principle; not because it was terrible, but because I had high hopes from reading the first two books, and as much as it was a good story...there was too much of a gap between the Quan we know from the other books and the one in this one. Plus I felt that Anna retreads a lot of the same beats that Stella already forged through re: autism, and I would have preferred to see a main with a few different dishes from the autism smorgasbord.

25. What reading goals do you have for next year?

I just made my goal of 40 books this year, but I think I'm going to try to stretch myself and go for 45. Or maybe I'll hedge my bets and do 42? A minor increase, since I know I'll be reading a few hefty tomes this year

[bmpmp3]

STILL a little disappointed by all the missed opportunities for Natsumi and Sumire in superstar s2......there was so much POTENTIAL

[caputvulpinum]

Here you all go. Here's the answer to all the questions you never had about soy sauce and a single foreigner's totalitarian influence being a large part in leading to a massive decline in quality and a departure from important cultural traditions. There will never be a 2 hour video essay from me about this. There will never be a book about Blanche Appleton that I write. I had the closest thing I've had to a suicidal episode since I was 13 because of someone harassing me and deciding against literally all evidence that what I had in the end publicized was a racist and insensitive narrative rather than a carefully researched history pieced together with a team of multiple professional archivists internationally and a group of native Japanese speakers and Japanese academics.

I'll give all of you some free advice. Next time you get excited about your special interest on tumblr, don't talk about it.

I cannot fucking believe how much I'm losing my mind right now over soy sauce history. I'll tell all of you about it after I finish this essay because I need to un-distract myself enough to finish it but what the fuck? What the fuck is going on? I'm losing my fucking mind.

EDIT: if this is in your recommended page before you askme any questions about updates or whatever please just check the tag i'm using

EDITx2: this investigation is currently ongoing with live information being added as it is confirmed as relevant; I did not expect the entire internet to give a shit about soy sauce, and so early in the investigation there is quite a lot of outdated information, which has since been corrected, grown more in-depth, and begun to piece together into something more cohesive.

i am currently waiting on a response from the National Archives, a soybean innovation laboratory contact, and a researcher of the works of the Chief Historian of the United States during the occupation. this investigation is not an ARG, and in the real world, actual research takes time on a scale outside of the usual social media expectations. please respect that i cannot speed up the wheels of bureaucracy for you.

please just fucking respect me as a person, y'all, i promise that any of you reading this from recommended pages have absolutely no idea the level of shit that's been thrown my way over fucking soy sauce.

[cy-cyborg]

Free Manual Wheelchair Reference Models

ID: A banner with grey 3D models of 5 kinds of manual wheelchairs in a line in front of the disability pride flag and text that reads "Manual Wheelchair References" /End ID

For disability pride month, I decided to release a pack of 3D manual wheelchair models.

The pack includes 5 wheelchairs:

2 Active urban-style chairs (one of which includes a smart drive)

1 off-road active chair

1 children's wheelchair

and 1 standard "hospital" wheelchair).

All the wheelchairs are based off either wheelchairs I or friends of mine have used

Downloadable here!

or on the Clip Studio Paint Asset Store (ID 2097442) (there's been an issue with the CSP version, but the models in the download folder can be imported into clip studio paint until I can fix it)

More info about the download contents below:

The first download link includes the original .Blend file with all 5 chairs, as well as individual .obj or .fbx files the chairs (All but 1 have an .obj file, as they're only meshes. The chair with the smart drive is rigged, which is why it has an .Fbx file instead so it will retain that information) as well as a "read me" file that explains in more depth what kind of disability/character/lifestyle each chair is made for (These are just what I had in mind when I designed them, they are usable by other characters who don't fit the suggestions for the most part!) I wanted to include the Read Me contents in the CSP Asset Store listing, but CS said it was too long lol.

Also, as the title says, these files are free to use! While it's not mandatory, I would appreciate credit if you use them (or even just a tag so I can see the cool art you make with them!!)

I actually made these ages ago, the original plan was to use them in a series of posts then release the pack, but I never got around to making the series and so they've just been sitting here. I took a day off from art fight attacks to clean them all up and get them ready to post. If you experience any issues, let me know and I'll try to fix it up.

I had a couple more that were supposed to be in the pack including a sports (basketball/Tennis) wheelchair and some different styles of wheelchair, but I think the files corrupted so once I fix (or remake) them, I'll probably make a second pack.

If you have any issues, please let me know!

[luxuki-1]

Death-marks headcanon part 2!

This more goes in depth with Danny, will probably do Vlad later

Part 1

As mentioned before, Danny's "death" was by electrocution. Danny has the scar that never faded but parts of his limbs were also affected in the shock.

Electrocution can cause damage to the nervous system. Severity can span from temporary weakness or full on paralysis. Danny thankfully wasn't paralyzed but, his legs and arms were weakened (mostly on his left side).

Danny was able to heal, but not fully which is possible without death-marks. Danny wore leg and arm braces for a while, and did physio but I think by the time the show would "start", he would only wear braces when necessary.

This can surprisingly line up well with the canon, ya know with Danny being considered a "weakling" and "clumsy". Can also explain how Danny knows these martial arts and fighting moves, but is unable to really do them in human form because of his injuries.

I just thought it would be a fun detail to add between the differences of his human form and ghost form.

(may also just be projecting from the fact that I used to wear knee braces and go to physio after an injury I had when I was around 14)

[copperbadge]

I'm getting depressingly good at identifying the formula for Pop Academic Books About ADHD.

Regardless of their philosophy it pretty much goes like this:

1. Emotionally sensitive essay about the struggle of ADHD and the author's personal experience with it as both a person with ADHD and a healthcare professional.

2. Either during or directly following this, a lightly explicated catalogue of symptoms, illustrated by anecdotes from patient case studies. Optional: frequent, heavy use of metaphor to explain ADHD-driven behavior.

3. Several chapters follow, each dedicated to a symptom; these have a mini-formula of their own. They open with a patient case study, discuss the highly relatable aspects of the specific symptom or behavior, then offer some lightweight examples of a treatment for the symptom, usually accompanied by follow up results from the earlier case studies.

4. Somewhere around halfway-to-two-thirds through the book, the author introduces the more in-depth explication of the treatment system (often their own homebrew) they are advocating. These are generally both personally-driven (as opposed to suggested cultural changes, which makes sense given these books' target audience, more on this later) and composed of an elaborate system of either behavior alteration or mental reframing. Whether this system is actually implementable by the average reader varies wildly.

5. A brief optional section on how to make use of ADHD as a tool (usually referring to ADHD or some of its symptoms as a superpower at least once). Sometimes this section restates the importance of using the systems from part 4 to harness that superpower. Frequently, if present, it feels like an afterthought.

6. Summation and list of further resources, often including other books which follow this formula.

I know I'm being a little sarcastic, but realistically there's nothing inherently wrong about the formula, like in itself it's not a red flag. It's just hilariously recognizable once you've noticed it.

It makes sense that these books advocate for the Reader With ADHD undertaking personal responsibility for their treatment, since these are in the tradition of self-help publishing. They're aimed at people who are already interested in doing their own research on their disability and possible ways to handle it. It's not really fair to ask them to be policy manuals, but I do find it interesting that even books which advocate stuff like volunteering (for whatever reason, usually to do with socialization issues and isolation, often DBT-adjacent) never suggest disability activism either generally or with an ADHD-specific bent.

None of these books suggest that perhaps life with ADHD could be made easier with increased accommodations or ease of medication access, and that it might be in a person's best interest to engage in political advocacy surrounding these and other disability-related issues. Or that activism related to ADHD might help to give someone with ADHD a stronger sense of ownership of their unique neurology. Or that if you have ADHD the idea of activism or even medical self-advocacy is crushingly stressful, and ways that stress might be dealt with.

It does make me want to write one of my own. "The Deviant Chaos Guide To Being A Miscreant With ADHD". Includes chapters on how to get an actual accurate assessment, tips for managing a prescription for a controlled substance, medical and psychiatric self-advocacy for people who are conditioned against confrontation, When To Lie About Being Neurodivergent, policy suggestions for ADHD-related legislation, tips for activism while executively dysfunked, and to close the book a biting satire of the pop media idea of self-care. ("Feeling sad? Make yourself a nice pot of chicken soup from scratch and you'll feel better in no time. Stay tuned after this rambling personal essay for the most mediocre chicken soup recipe you've ever seen!" "Have you considered planning and executing an overly elaborate criminal heist as a way to meet people and stay busy?")

Every case study or personal anecdote in the book will have a different name and demographics attached but will also make it obvious that they are all really just me, in the prose equivalent of a cheap wig, writing about my life. "Kelly, age seven, says she struggles to stay organized using the systems neurotypical children might find easy. I had to design my own accounting spreadsheet in order to make sure I always have enough in checking to cover the mortgage, she told me, fidgeting with the pop socket on her smartphone."

I feel a little bad making fun, because these books are often the best resource people can get (in itself concerning). It's like how despite my dislike of AA, I don't dunk on it in public because I don't want to offer people an excuse not to seek help. It feels like punching down to criticize these books, even though it's a swing at an industry that is mainly, it seems, here to profit from me. But one does get tired of skimming the hype for the real content only to find the real content isn't that useful either.

Les (not his real name) was diagnosed at the age of 236. Charming, well-read, and wealthy, he still spent much of his afterlife feeling deeply inadequate about his perceived shortcomings. "Vampire culture doesn't really acknowledge ADHD as a condition," he says. "My sire wouldn't understand, even though he probably has it as well. You should see the number of coffins containing the soil of his homeland that he's left lying forgotten all over Europe." A late diagnosis validated his feelings of difference, but on its own can't help when he hyperfocuses on seducing mortals who cross his path and forgets to get home before sunrise. "I have stock in sunburn gel companies," he jokes.

[dark-moonlust]

Claimed by the Water Dragon PART 1

Pairing: water dragon x fem human reader

Summary: you decide to help your dragon through his rut. He mates you, fills you with his seed and impregnates you with his egg.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, monster smut, oral (fem receiving), huge 🍆, buckets of 💦, knotting, egg laying.

This is part of a series. Read PART 2 here.

If you reblog or comment your reactions I’d be very very grateful and happy.

The sun was setting over the tranquil lake, your water dragon sitting by the shore, the sun glittering on his white scales. He was a majestic, ancient creature, a guardian of the waters, and yours. All yours. Your mate, your fiercely possessive and insatiable mate.

“Want to claim you, fill you with my seed,” he said, his tail wrapping around you, his crystal clear blue eyes locked onto yours.

Though you’d had sex countless times, he’d never mated you. Dragons mated when they were in their rut and he’d been begging you non-stop to help him out. Usually, he suppressed the urge to mate with his dragon magic but he’d been impatient lately. He begged you to mate him, to let him fill you with his seed, and after some convincing, you finally agreed.

“Very well. I’ll let you claim me.”

Silence followed your words until with an overenthusiastic jump, he flew into the air and holding you tight, he pulled you both into the water, the cold shock sending shivers through your body. The lake was deep, and he submerged you both to your home. You lived in an underwater lair, illuminated by bioluminescent plants and protected by dragon magic, allowing you to live and breathe comfortably. He carried you to your bedroom, his claws ripping away your clothes.

“Finally,” he growled, his breath hot against your neck.

“Please,” you whispered, your body wet and shivering, not from the cold but from desire. “Want you so much.”

“I’m going to fill you up,” he murmured, his long tongue licking across your neck. “Going to claim my beautiful mate.”

With that, he began to savor the taste of your body, tongue licking everywhere and making your belly pool with pleasure. You responded to him with growing need, hands touching his scales, his underbelly and wishing he was closer so you could pump his cock. His tongue licked your plump breasts, around the areolas then traveled down your belly before burying itself in your warm cunt.

Slick slurping sound and your moans echoed as he feasted on you. His textured appendage thrust deep inside you, wiggling, caressing the right spots. But he didn’t stimulate you enough to cum. He wanted to be inside you for that to happen. He wanted to feel every delicious vibration of your walls around him.

Then he shifted, his massive form looming over you, dwarfing your size. Your legs opened wide to accept him and you felt the hot pressure of his cock against your thighs. His shaft was ridged and naturally lubricated and you gasped as the broad head parted your folds, entering you in one smooth glide. His size was overwhelming, stretching you to the limits. But you were his fated mate and the discomfort quickly gave way to a delicious sensation of fullness, a deep, primal lust that left you craving more.

Your dragon thrust inside you, his cock pushing in and out of your depths. Your belly bulged with the evidence of his shaft, your breasts bouncing with each pump of his hips. He drove you higher and higher until the coil of pleasure snapped and you came with a cry, your cunt contracting wildly around his cock.

“So good for me, such a good mate”, he praised, his voice husky. “Now it’s time to fill you up.”

“Please,” you begged still in the throes of your orgasm.

The dragon’s eyes gleamed, his paws cradling you carefully as he pounded deeper and deeper, his rhythm steady and unrelenting. Then with a roar he buried himself to the hilt and stayed. Something changed. You felt fuller and you cried out as you looked at where you were joined; a knot had swelled at the slit of your pussy, locking your bodies in place. The sensation was unlike anything you had experienced and left you gasping and murmuring incomprehensibly.

“Easy, little mate”, he said softly, his tongue slipping into your mouth and brushing with yours in a kiss.

You felt his great body tense, his cock pulsing as it released, seed flowing inside you. It was a torrent of heat that filled you beyond capacity, with the knot anchoring you to him.

“Mphhh,” you moaned, squealing as he filled you up. It went on and on, but you couldn’t take much more. You couldn’t.

“Can’t—” you whimpered against his jaw, your body shaking.

“You can and you will,” he said, overwhelmed by his rut. “My seed is yours.“

“I don’t think—hn… I-I can’t take more,” you whined in a broken whisper.

“You will take all of me, little one. You are mine to fill, mine to claim.”

Seconds passed and your belly began to bulge with the amount of his seed. You panted, your whole body oversensitive yet you still took his cum, without pain. The realization was strangely stimulating. You could feel his shaft pumping inside you, spurting cum into waves.

“See? You can take it. Good girl,” he rumbled, his voice filled with dark pleasure. “So pretty, filled with my seed and ready for my egg.”

“Egg?” you pouted. “My love, I don’t know…”

“You accepted to help with my rut, mate. So you’ll carry my egg, bear my offspring. It is your destiny.”

Before you could speak back, you felt the round shape of his egg push into you. You whimpered, and thrashed a little but you were glued to his knot, unable to do anything but take it. Your body stretched to accommodate the intrusion, your mind hazy with shock, though your pussy had started to get sensitive again. And the dragon knew, careful not to hurt you with his claws, he flicked your clit, awakening your body to pleasure, driving you to another climax.

“Hn— haa!” you cried out, your voice breaking as you shattered, your cunt convulsing around his dick, euphoria blindsiding you. The dragon licked your face tenderly, his paw caressing your swollen belly.

“Yes, squeeze my knot, mate,” he rasped. “You were made for this. You are perfect, so beautiful like this.”

His egg settled inside you, his knot still hard and tight around your pussy. You collapsed on the mattress, your breath turning normal, the world coming back into focus. You had been knotted and impregnated. You’d really done it. You smiled, feeling the warmth of his seed and the comforting weight of the egg inside you.

“Relax mate. My knot will take a while to go down,” the dragon whispered, his voice a soft caress. “And once it deflates, I will take you again.”

“More?”

“More. From now on you’ll take my cock and my knot.”

You gulped at that, cunt squeezing around him.

Did you enjoy? Would you like another part perhaps? Let me know!