#Windmill Transportation

[blogpreetikatiyar]

Logistics and Freight Forwarding Companies - Gogauge

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[reality-detective]

Thinking that countries can run on breezes is worse than delusional.

A two-megawatt windmill is made up of 260 tons of steel that required 300 tons of iron ore and 170 tons of coking coal, all mined, transported and produced by hydrocarbons.

They each consume 10'000 liters (more than 2600 gallons) of crude oil based lubricants per year.

When outdated, the wind turbines are being buried deep in forests, out of public view, due to the high costs associated with recycling them.

A windmill could spin until it falls apart and it will NEVER, EVER generate as much energy as was used in building it. 🤔

[huabangspecialvehicle]

Module trailer long wheelbase

sinoheavytrailer.com

[cerebralisis]

Has Taylor been drawing connections to Barbie’s journey from Barbieland into the real world?

I rewatched Barbie a few days ago after streaming the Amsterdam N3 show and found some interesting parallels, particularly the scene where Barbie and Ken go through the transportation sequence.

Like Barbie and Ken, Taylor and Travis started their journey by setting off in the getaway car (a rather loud hint at how this whole thing is gonna end). Since then, Taylor has played Getaway Car twice - once in Melbourne mashed up with August and The Other Side of the Door, and again in Edinburgh mashed up with The Bolter - three more songs that reference cars.

Next, Barbie and Ken ride in the boat. I’m sure by now that most of us have seen the Taylor-Travis pap-walk on their way to a boat ride - with the chessboard sweater and the not-so-subtle AO3 shot in the background making everyone question if this is just a fanfic. Taylor also played the “murder mashup” which includes a song referencing a boating license and another song used in a movie where they boat through the marshes of North Carolina.

From the boat, Barbie and Ken move onto the rocket ship. This is substantially more challenging for them to recreate, but I did notice that there were a hefty amount of spaceship/rocket references throughout June. Most notably: a new merch drop featuring the Down Bad spaceship and lyrics; a TikTok from Ice Spice where she’s reading the WSJ issue featuring Karlie Kloss as a “Rocket Woman” that’s “suiting up at Spacex;” Kam yelling out “bolt ya rocket” during WANEGBT; and a timely insta post from Travis promoting the Accelerator Rocket Pop energy drink (while wearing a Ken wig?)

After that, Barbie and Ken ride bikes through a scene set with windmills in the background, which heavily implies the Netherlands. This is what caught my attention because - while Taylor was in the Netherlands for Amsterdam N3 - she sang imgonnagetyouback, which of course has the line about smashing up your bike. She then sits down at the piano and says “I mentioned bikes, and man do you love bikes in Amsterdam! You just see a bike rack with 3,000 bikes on it.” Then, Travis was papped riding a bike out in Amsterdam. All of this happened only a week after Travis told us on his podcast that he suggested riding out on stage on one of the Blank Space bikes (before Taylor came up with the idea to make him a circus handler instead).

Next in the sequence are a camper, snowmobile, and rollerblades, so we will have to keep an eye out and see if there are any related hints.

It wouldn’t be the first Barbie reference that Taylor has made. In addition to all her Ken lyrics, I’m convinced that Peter references the Barbie movie with the line: “I hoped you’d return with your feet on the ground, tell me all that you’ve learned.” To me this feels a lot like Barbie choosing the Birkenstock over the high heel so she can go to the real world and learn the secrets of the universe. Especially when contrasted with “in stilettos for miles” when Taylor is lamenting her misery during I Can Do It With a Broken Heart, as if she’s stuck in Barbieland.

What do you think? Am I just cherry-picking or does the transportation sequence seem like an intentional countdown? Given the themes of the Barbie movie, the connections are hard to miss.

[farm-witches-fic-recs]

Farm witch friends, you have done the coven proud.

We've got so many good recs it's going to take a few weeks to share them all!

Starting with these that were recommended more than once, if you haven't spend some time with these fan favorites, you should check them out now! And leave the authors some love, of course.

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Everyday Magic (houdini74/@mostlyinthemorning)

Each magic story is so unique, so sweet, so... D&P! 

I couldn’t pick just one of these wonderfully variable scenarios that all include just a little (or maybe a lot of) magic added to the perfect scene setting and banter. 

Favored Nations (@blueink3)

ALL OF IT! It’s my go-to when I’m feeling down, when I need to revise our boys. The characters, writing, and plot are all amazing. 

Amazing world building, very in character slow burn.

The ultimate slow burn, the perfect love story set amongst the wonders of Broadway and NYC.

It’s just so, so good!  I am a sucker for secret romance fics, and this one has that and so much more.  Add in some Shakespearean theater with a twist and just the right amount of angst and sexiness, it’s just perfect! I love it so much.  

This author knows David, Patrick, and the NY theater world inside and out. The volume and level of specificity, volume, tenderness, anxiety, and love of these characters and worlds is astounding. The characterization is so vivid, it's the easiest fic to forget isn't canon.

Fifteen hundred miles (morehuman)

I go back to this fic a lot! I just love the idea of them both challenging themselves and finding out what they are capable of.

The most incredible journey, a gift to go along with them in it.

I carry these heart-shapes only for you (@ladyflowdi and @ships-to-sail)

I love this transportative, visual feast of historic fiction. Luscious WW2 Paris is so vividly portayed and David’s wild, wealthy, LGBTIQ+out flamboyance juxtaposed to the farm-boy turned military-man Patrick is sexy and sweet. It undoes me every time. I actually first came to the piece via FairManor’s outstanding podfic. Both the text and the podfic are high art. It’s not just one of my favorite fan-fics. It’s one of my favorite stories of ALL time in any genre. I read/listen and I am at the Gaston, riding on the back of Patrick’s motorcycle, kissing in windmills, eating crepes, touring junk shops & dancing naked to 40’s blues. I’d give anything to see this as a film with Dan & Noah & cast. I want a leather bound print copy of it. Also - The epilogue is progressive, heartbreaking thoughtful genius. I’ve just finished rereading & listening to it again. Each time there are new Easter eggs to be found. Joyous. 

It's just the most beautiful piece of writing ever written. Descriptive, lyrical, hot, stunning, heartbreaking. It has everything. 

I’d swing with you for the fences (@nontoxic-writes)

Achingly sweet and fluffy all set in the perfect baseball/famous AU with secret relationship AND musician Patrick. I come back to reread this one a lot!

What isn't there to love?  Baseball, long distance relationship, sex, songs, coming out to the parents, coming out to the team, coming out to the world, excellent use of side characters....I could go on and on.  There are so many amazing fics out there, but I've read this one at least a dozen times! 

Incorrect (@lisamc-21)

You can hear David saying it, but now picture the Maldives.

A beautifully written story of our boys meeting on vacation. Their trip is so sweet and so hot, and when they say goodbye, it's heartbreaking. The twist- they are both famous in their own worlds but don’t recognize each other so don’t realize who the other has hooked up with. When their week ends, they try to maintain a long-distance friendship as they learn who the other is. What was a hot hookup becomes a slow burn, and it’s amazing!!

The Last Rose Video (@distractivate)

Gorgeous writing, the perfect mix of canon and AU, clever plot, great dialogue.  The fic I read over and over.  It’s as comforting as a warm blanket. 

Swoon. SWOON.

Strike Anywhere (@madlori)

Hot firefighters. Hot sex. Hot romance. But like in a Sandra loves Keanu sliding out of a speeding bus kind of way.

Hot hot hot!  That’s the first work. Then- the author developed a prequel that is also hot but is also funny, loving, sweet. Love fireman Patrick!

This enemies-to-lovers-to-secret-husbands story featuring Patrick Brewer as a firefighter, is deliciously tropey and blazing hot, but also it’s written with such authentic emotion and perfect banter that it keeps me coming back to read it whenever I need a mood lift. 

Such great heights (@likerealpeopledo-on-ao3)

Great story, the very best jokes, and the wedding date chapter is so good it would work as a stand alone fic. 

It's got the mother of all fake dating scenarios, and Stevie in this in among the best I've ever read her. It's also very very funny. All the times when they say Feel The Air crack me up every time!

Sustineo (@rockinhamburger)

This is a perfectly paced one-shot AU that builds a world in which David is a brilliant, stormy, reclusive artist whose whose treatment by the press (and one Sebastien Raine) has made him unwilling to engage with the world…. Until he meets an intuitive and kind art writer who sees him for everything that he is (and can be). All of characters here are perfect and I love the descriptions of David’s art. 

Incredibly hot art fic.

You can fall (sweetsirius/@wordthieve)

It takes the David and Patrick rescue each other theme of the show and makes the stakes even higher. Plus it's just a genuinely beautiful piece of writing.

The story arc and pacing are fantastic. I love how David and Patrick's relationship develops and how Patrick learns to open himself up again after grief. It's incredibly well written. I've read it so many times, from full read thrus to dipping in and out of my favorite moments and chapters.

Patrick is so heartbroken, but then he meets David. So romantic, and feels lived in.

[sanjisboyfie]

๑ keep safe : the cursed orphan enters! 彡 alabasta arc begins (2)

one piece x male reader

evil,

i've come to tell you

he's evil, most definitely

『 prev 』

despite being world news, reaching famous and rookie pirates, [name] himself was an enigma. not much was known about him to outsiders, all they knew was that he was powerful and a hefty amount was put on his head.

his wanted poster didn’t even reveal much of what his abilities were, the sword that was strapped across his chest to rest on his back wasn’t even being used in the still photo.

the world knew he was young, dangerous, and surprisingly, not in any popular or well-known crew. this garnered some attraction to him as people began approaching him in hopes of recruiting him onto their crews.

really, the only memorable person, however, was this odd guy that he did help out for a couple of months. but it was agreeably temporary for both parties. [name] didn’t have any trouble assisting him. it wasn’t like he was causing any particular trouble either.

“there’s no point in asking if you want to join my crew, i’ve already heard all the stories,” the man said, leaning against his ship’s hallway, making [name] grin in glee.

“thank god you weren’t about to go on a whole lecture of how you need me here,” [name] said with a light sigh. the man in front of him only smirked, shrugging his shoulders.

“maybe in the future,” he said, his husky voice echoing in the hallway.

[name] crossed his fingers over each other, creating a small ‘x’ shape, “highly doubt it, handsome,”

the man clicked his tongue, pushing himself off of the wall and ruffling [name]’s head. he was a tad bit taller than [name], which he took to his advantage several times.

“i’ll see you too, spots,”

“mhm,” the man hummed, watching as [name] walked off with a grin.

other than that, though, [name] was never seen sailing with any companions. it was just him, his sword, and that same fish boat that he left windmill village with as his methods of transportation.

3 years later —— he was sitting in a bar with a hefty meal in front of him. he smiled in glee, licking his lips and beginning to dig into his food. it was as delicious as it looked.

“you’re a real saint, y’know that?!” [name] grunted, swallowing his food first before speaking. he bowed his head deeply for a couple of seconds before sitting back up and ravenously digging into his food.

“uh-huh,” the chef said, not fazed by the man’s eating habits. if anything, he had seen worse. after all, this was a popular restaurant and bar for pirates to fill their stomachs in.

“coffee, too, please!” [name] exclaimed, grinning even wider when he saw a barista behind the chef beginning to work on his order. “just black!”

[name] eagerly waited for his hot beverage, finishing his food and then pushing the empty plate forward.

“here ya go,” the barista said, sliding his cup over and then positioning herself ot stand in front of him on the other side of the counter. “now, pirates are usually choking down booze. and you want coffee?”

“acquired taste,” [name] shrugged jokingly, “i just don’t like booze that much,”

she whistled, to show that she was impressed with his restraint.

as she was going to continue on the conversation, there was a rough tap on [name]’s shoulder that made their chat be cut short.

“you [name]?” the voice asked before [name] could even turn around.

“yeah, that’s me,” [name] said, wiping the side of his mouth as he looked at the figure standing behind him. it was a burly man, tanned skin, and his other muscular arm was already resting on one of the three swords that were on his hip.

“odd they want you only alive,” the man gruffly said, holding up a wrinkled piece of paper.

“not the greatest pick up line i’ve heard,” [name] shrugged, already aware of what was happening. “wow, look how torn up that poster is, have you just been staring at my photo whenever you’re bored?”

“you’re a rookie pirate, but the marines want 200,000,000 beri for your head,” the swordsman spoke, looking the man up and down. “let’s go outside,”

“if you insist,” [name] said in a sing song voice, already knowing how this was going to end. he rummaged through his pockets and brought out a handful of beri to drop on the table.

the moment that they were outside of the little shack, the man had his three swords already drawn. interestingly enough, he had one in his mouth.

“oh, that makes sense,” [name] said out loud after that observation, “i suppose you wouldn’t kick it around,”

“what are you talking about?” the gruff man said, “do you really want your last words to be something stupid as that?!”

“who said that they were gonna be my last words?” [name] mused, “i’m sorry, but i’m not really taking you seriously right now…i mean, your hair is green. you look like a sea moss,” [name] said simply, “that’s why i can’t take you seriously,”

and instead of replying, or inciting a furthering of the argument, the man rushed forward. he brought his two arms down to slash at [name], but each time, [name] swiftly dodged. interestingly enough, a swift jerk of the man’s head sent the third blade coming to close contact with [name]’s hair.

“planning on giving me a haircut, sea moss?”

“i’ll cut your head off!”

[name] chuckled, leaning every which way to dodge the attacks that the bounty hunter was sending his way. after a couple moments of just allowing the man to lay his offense on him, he decided that he had grown tired of dodging.

so he ducked down, kicked his foot out from under the swordsman, which caused the offender to jump back. and using that to his advantage, [name] rushed forward with immense speed and jabbed his finger into the man’s abdomen. that successfully left a gaping hole in its wake.

the swordsman sputtered, the sword in his mouth dropping onto the grass beneath them.

[name] knelt down, wiped his bloodied fingers onto the grass and picked up the sword. he looked at it in interest, humming, before dropping it back in front of the bounty hunter.

“i win, you lose,” he pulled the bottom of his eyelid down while pointing at him in mockery. this only aggravated the bounty hunter even more, who tried slashing him across his chest.

but he jumped backwards before the blade could even be considered a danger.

“what the fuck was that?!” the swordsman said in annoyance, looking down at the gaping hole in his abdomen that was bleeding out onto his pale white shirt.

“now, i don’t go around asking how you balance that sword in your mouth, don’t ask me for my secrets either,” [name] said, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “can’t you just give up? i have places to be…”

“liar, you’ve been sailing with no destination in mind for the last week.”

“you’re my stalker?” [name] said in disinterest.

“not a stalker! i want that price on your head and i’ll get it!”

“sure you will, you’re doing oh-so great now, obviously,” [name] said sarcastically, only urging the man to charge forward again and try to attack him.

this time his blades were moving faster than before, perhaps fueled by annoyance and frustration. [name] chuckled, making funny sound effects - which only made the bounty hunter try even harder.

“i fought monsters more difficult than you when i was half my age,” [name] teased, jumping more than a couple of feet backwards to give a pause in the fight. “okay, but seriously, i need to go. i just ate, i couldn’t finish my coffee-”

“i could give less of a shit!”

he charged once more and [name] decided that this would be the last time. he grabbed his sword from his back, but still kept it in its sheath and disarmed him, with ease. he grit his teeth when he felt resistance, but easily overpowered him.

now, two of the three swords lay out on the grass and the man was staggered.

“what’s your name?”

“roronoa zoro,” the green haired bounty hunter responded.

“wait…where are we? i’ve never heard of you,” [name] said after a moment of silence, a sheepish looking coming onto his face. “wait, i thought i was in the north blue…”

“what do you mean you don’t know what sea we are on?!”

“i just lost track…”

zoro opened his mouth to argue to call the man stupid, but simply shut his mouth, dropped the sword from his hands, and glared up at him.

“how did a stupid guy like you get a bounty so high?”

“the world government just hates me,” [name] shrugged, not thinking much of his reply or the question.

“aren’t you supposed to just be a rookie pirate?”

“i guess so,” [name] said indifferently. “do you usually get beat by rookie pirates? or is this the first time you’re tasting defeat? it seems by the look on your face, it’s the latter,”

zoro glared only more intensely, refusing to vocalize an answer. but instead, he spoke on a different subject, “this isn’t defeat,”

“just cause you’re not dead doesn’t mean this is not not a defeat,” [name] said, furrowing his brows, “or is it, ‘doesn’t mean this is not a defeat…’ this is all too confusing,”

“you’re the one making it confusing!” zoro cried out, feeling his headache coming from how annoying this pirate was to deal with, “this is not a defeat!”

“you can’t just make it not a defeat by saying it’s not a defeat. you lost,” [name] said, once again his tone irking zoro to infinity.

“did not.”

“did too!” [name] jumped up, pointing an accusatory finger at zoro.

“did not!” zoro shouted back.

“did too!”

“did not!”

“did too, loserrr~!”

“i’ll kill you!”

“you already tried and guess what? you failed and lost! hahahaha!”

zoro almost cut [name] up into millions of pieces, but refrained from doing so because - [name] did land more than a couple of hits on him and he was still bleeding from his abdomen.

“you give up fast,” [name] commented nonchalantly, looking at zoro who was now trying to go to sleep. “and you have zero self awareness, don’t you know that sleeping outside isn’t normal?”

“did you know that being an annoying fuck that talks too goddamn much is also not normal?” zoro shot back, his eyes still shut as he tried to focus on really blocking out the noise ([name]’s voice).

“it’s normal from where i’m from,”

“and where is that?”

”the east blue! windmill village!” [name] said proudly.

“never heard,”

“you suck,” [name] said, beginning to get bored with the conversation. he got up and made sure that the strap of his sword around his chest was secure. he looked around, wondering which direction it was that he left his boat and finally decided: to just walk until he found it.

“maybe i’ll see you another time roronoa zoro! and then maybe you’ll finally be able to collect my bounty!”

“yeah, it’ll be sooner rather than later too,” zoro said gruffly, glaring at [name]’s figure as it walked away.

“then i guess you really weren’t defeated,” [name] hummed, “we just have to find out next time who the real victor is!”

zoro nodded, “until then,”

[name] nodded, waving goodbye, “you give in really easy! bye zoro!”

a tick mark appeared on zoro’s forehead as he tried not to continue the fight from where he sat.

and then that same day, [name] did sail off of that island. finding the next thing to keep him entertained.

most days of travelling was really just island hopping until he was unsafe from the marines or bounty hunters, like zoro. at this point in his journey, he’d lost count of how many islands he had visited.

unfortunately, since he didn’t really have a map he could use (the ones he used to navigate before were proven useless and tattered, but still kept in his trusty safety chest for safe keeping). he sighed when he realized that there was no course of action from here.

he leaned against one of the seats on his boat, allowing the boat to rock back and forth with the current of the sea and sail with the wind. then he shut his eyes and thought of all his past adventures over the three years.

— flashback, 2 years ago

[name] had only been on the sea for one year and he already felt worn down. almost every other day he was either fighting bounty hunters of going against a fleet of marines.

it didn’t help that every island he touched land on only saw the bounty on his head and refused to open their doors for him, which included restaurants as well.

so not only did he have to fight people on an empty stomach, but the fact was: he had an empty stomach.

“i’ll let you guys take me in if you give me some food,” [name] bargained, showing his hands for them to cuff. the marines in front of him looked more than confused, exchanging glances with each other to see if he was being serious.

“come on, 200,000,000 beri and it’ll all be yours if you just, clasp the sea stone cuffs on me and let me into the marine base…with food! but only if you have food!”

“is it okay to offer pirates food?-”

“who cares?! put the cuffs on him now before he changes his mind!”

‘hm, this shit doesn’t really work, right?’ [name] thought to himself, lifting an eyebrow as he decided to test it out. he flicked his finger, watching as one of the marines very slightly tripped over his foot. ‘well, it seems like the lower headquarter bases just aren’t given the right information,’ he mused, smiling in glee.

as the two marines dragged him through the base, he was humming a tune to himself, occasionally singing joys of getting food in his stomach. he was suddenly thrown into a cell room, the bars being made of sea stone.

he turned around the moment he was pushed into the cell, “hey! remember our deal! food, in my stomach, soon!”

they flinched at his loud and demanding voice, scurrying away, resembling dogs with their tails in between their legs.

he sighed, taking a seat against the wall and waiting for a plate of food to be submitted in front of him.

in a couple of minutes, the captain of the base he was in was standing in front of him.

“the world government has been notified of your holding here, The Cursed Orphan, and have sent their fleet to have you escorted for a public execution. A vice admiral will arrive shortly to keep watch over you, but you will only step out of this building when an admiral is here. You will not-”

“oh! since I’m gonna be executed, you’ll let me choose my final meal, won’t you? It’s kind of really mean if you make me die on an empty stomach, a guy like me can’t take that kind of torture!” [name] pleaded, perhaps revealing too much about his weaknesses to the poor captain who just wanted to not fuck up having such a highly wanted individual in his base.

“what food…what food would you want to eat?” the captain couldn’t believe his own words. but if it meant [name] was to comply and not try escaping, he’d do anything. especially now with the pressure of a vice admiral soon joining their presence.

“i want…at least three whole chickens to feast on, some really good duck breast, oh- if you have alligator or octopus, i really like those dishes. but you can’t forget - the rice, cold noodles, hot noodles, soup, and vegetables for my sides. i like anything green, but no olives in any of my food - i hate olives! i like salad too, but no dressing, it just drenches the lettuce in a disgusting way,” his face screwed up at the memory, “all soggy by the time it gets in my stomach…hm, i feel like i’m forgetting something…”

“well, i’ll see what the chefs can do with that information first! remember, don’t get too comfortable!”

‘god,’ the captain thought to himself, ‘no wonder he’s got a high bounty - he’s a psychopath…just learned he was going to die and the first thing he wants is food…’

it was obvious that the captain was trying to establish some dominance to the situation, but it only made [name] grin in glee. finally! food! also watching the captain try proving himself to him, a pirate, was also amusing enough to smile at.

in an hour, straight torture for [name]’s hungry stomach, there was finally food presented in front of him. but it was a shaking cadet who slid it into the cell with nothing but fear in his eyes.

“we only had chicken, no duck. there was no salad available either. only cold noodles were capable of being served, there are no olives on any dishes. and a vegetable selection is all in the bowl beside the main…feast,”

the cadet was going to say, “main dish,” but with how much food was overflowing the two plates, it was basically a feast.

“thanks! i appreciate this!”

within a seconds’ notice, [name] began scarfing down all the food in front of him. it took him about ten minutes to finish everything, which was impressive considering he was barely even taking breaks to breathe in between bites.

“i’ve just been so hungry lately, not even an apple was seen anywhere i would go!” [name] said suddenly, shocking the guard that was on duty. “i mean, when you have 200,000,000 million on your head, i guess locals do tend to get scared. which is ridiculous because, hello! i haven’t ever hurt a citizen, it’s only ever been marines. ugh, i just hate people that judge a book from its cover!”

it seemed that [name] had simply given up breathing in between bites of food ebcause now he was also rambling. and he didn’t even sound out of breath, as if this was normal. to singlehandedly almost finish a feast in 10 minutes, while also rambling on about random topics.

when [name] licked the plates clean (literally), he sat against the wall of the cell once more.

“say when do you think the admiral is gonna be here?”

the cadet looked shocked to hear that he was being addressed. so he tried giving his best estimate, “maybe a couple of days, three or four days?”

“oh…well, if that’s the case, i wanna eat like this everyday until they get here with updates on their locations!”

the cadet simply looked at him as if he were crazy for such a request. not particularly because he was a pirate in a marine base cell, awaiting his execution. but rather, how [name] was so ready to eat that much food over the next couple of days.

it was truly an obscene amount it was almost unbelievable.

but nonetheless, [name] continued to eat like a king for the next three days. and then on the fourth day in his cell, he heard the outside bell ringing in greeting of someone important. no doubt whatever poor admiral had to escort [name] out of the base and to any point they could publicaly execute him the fastest.

however, the moment [name] heard those bells he knew his plan was in action. he had to pick the lock on his door, find wherever they’re hiding the keys to his hand cuffs and then get the hell out of there. before the admiral came and really whooped his ass.

he easily got the door to unlock, walking through the halls in a hurry. every now and then he’d run into a marine that’d try yelling for an authoritative figure, but he’d headbutt them before they could get a scream out.

he went through with his headbutt method throughout the entire marine base. and it worked. because now he was in front of the captain’s office. another easy door to get through considering he simply kicked right through it.

and he circled around the desk, calling the captain an idiot when he saw the keys to his cuffs were sitting right in the first desk.

he took off the restrictive cuffs and walked towards the window and deciding that that would be his best escape plan.

as he was falling from the sky, he felt nothing but glee as he realized that his stomach was now full, he was free from the marine base that fed him the entire time he was captive, and now he gets to run away from an angry band of marine soldiers.

maybe even see an admiral if he’s lucky! maybe fight an admiral if he’s unlucky!

he sighed as he remembered the good times, when he could easily freeload off of marine bases. but ever since that incident now, the bases are commanded to do a swift and easy execution, even if it isn’t public.

and now they were equipped with special cuffs that really did work in draining him of his strength. the sea prisms cuffs, the marines had revealed, were simply normal cuffs to [name]. it seemed that the higher up marines were finally letting the bases that were less important in on some of the secrets regarding the infamous orphan. they let the public think they didn’t know much about his existence or powers, but it was frankly the exact opposite.

[name] shook his head at the thought of one of his mortal enemies, the marines and world government, deciding to think about how unfortunate he was today. unfortunate in the sense: he couldn’t freeload off of innocent marine bases anymore.

which is a shame because now he can no longer sit in a cell for four days and eat delicious food whilst being unbothered. he truly was living the life. 

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[dear-kumari]

Interesting, uh, "corrupted grain processing" motif in Jorthur being transported to an abandoned windmill with a hag basement immediately after spending the previous season finale in an abandoned grain terminal with a cult basement

[someartistsammy]

Genesis's childhood award, the basis of pasteurization, and the supposed fragility of Banora Whites.

A take on it from a farm kid that actually specializes in growing apples.

Was talking with a good friend of mine last night about various takes in the fandom last night and was reminded of one I had seen semi-recently about Genesis's childhood genius in supposedly inventing pasteurization.

I want to believe this is a take that comes from being uninformed as to what pasteurization actually is, considering him being the first to invent it around the time of 1990 would show a stunning lack of technological advancements in the world of FF7. Let me explain.

Shinra has had a lot of technological advancements, and we can see those constantly portrayed clear as day throughout the world of FF7. However even in the time before Shinra, during the time of the Republic of Junon, it can also be assumed that they would have pasteurization, a process that in the real world was invented in the 1800s. Exploration of the world in Rebirth also reveals multiple areas that have shipment docks from the time of the Republic. This would include the assumption that this is how people both traveled as well as transported and exchanged goods.

Pasteurization is an incredibly important technological advancement as it's allowed for the easier shipment and trade of food on a global level. The definition can be found below.

In food processing, pasteurization is a process of food preservation in which packaged and unpacked foods (e.g., milk and fruit juices) are treated with mild heat, usually to less than 100 °C (212 °F), to eliminate pathogens and extend shelf life. Pasteurization either destroys or deactivates microorganisms and enzymes that contribute to food spoilage or the risk of disease, … (continued on Wikipedia)

There are different methods such as Low-temperature long time (LTLT), High temperature/short time (HTST) and Ultrahigh temperature (UHT) (also called Ultraheat treated) however that isn't super important to this, just know that HTST is the standard for apple juice.

The point in this being that if Genesis were to have invented pasteurization ~1990, the rest of the world would have been taking incredibly risky measures in transporting food and risking spoiling for decades, as well as various things being unsafe for consumption such as milk. With the advancements the world already had by this time such as phones, war artillery, windmills, and mako reactors, I find it highly unlikely that he would've been the one to invent pasteurization.

I feel as though it is important to mention that Genesis's award was first place in the National Agriculture Awards, but more specifically, an award in the processed food category. The processed category in these awards directly gives it away in the fact that food was already processed enough to have its own category for awards. Presentation on this is in relation to the presentation of a processed product, and not a form of processing itself. In the assumption that these reflect actual reward categories, there are different categories for scientific invention as well as processing systems.

Reference page for the names/categories presented. This is not the description document.

Agricultural Proficiency Award Area Descriptions.

Although there is the argument that they likely didn't use this same style categorizing, its important to note that they did use categories within the national agricultural awards, and they specifically made the choice of processed food, instead of any of the other choices. If he really made such an important invention, why wouldn't it be stated anywhere as clearly being pasteurization, something that would revolutionize the world, or for that matter why wouldn't it be awarded in the name of development of food science?

I believe its also worth mentioning that the Crisis Core Complete Guide says "Because the fruit can only be harvested in this region, it sells for a high price on the market, but the village children don't seem to know this, …" This would be due to the fact that the Banora Whites are common-place in Banora. In a similar way to how wagyu in Japan is significantly cheaper than it is in the United States, due to export; Genesis would have an easier and cheaper time attempting experimentation methods, if there even needs to be any variation for them, resulting in juice with correct pasteurization due to his being local to Banora. (Market price on them in Banora would be naturally lower due to supply likely being higher than demand, as well as not having to worry about import and export fees. Not to mention being the place where it is naturally grown).

*In the above example I used wagyu as a comparison, however this could just as easily be any other exported food that becomes considered rare when exported, another example which is actually more rare would be the black diamond apple.

While mentioning this, I also want to say that his invention is specifically upon Banora White Juice, not apple juice in its entirety of existence. In similarity to pasteurization, this feels like an over-exaggeration of what Genesis actually accomplished.

While branching through this topic, I also want to bring attention to a take I was sent a while back on the supposed fragility of Banora Whites. While going through the Ultimanias with assistance of a friend, nothing could be found on sources hinting towards Banora Whites being fragile. My next assumption is that this conclusion was likely reached on the basis of Banora Whites being mentioned to be region exclusive, and a high-price market item.

Banora Whites are called just that because of their area of growth being only that of Banora in the Mideel region. The growth of Banora Whites is actually tied to the amount of lifestream that flows through the Banora Underground, this gives Banora a very unique type of soil that allows for the growth of Banora Whites. Since Banora is the only place where the crop grows, giving it a very limited area of growth, and since it cannot be grown globally, gives it a very high market value.

Now into the technicality of things, it could also be assumed that the sale of the Banora White was likely tied to its aesthetics, similar to the way that the pink pineapple is in the real world. The difference here being that when juiced, the pink pineapple loses most of what it has going for it in terms of its aesthetic appearance and thus reducing its marketability and price. Meanwhile, Banora whites, while although losing what would make them have a unique aesthetic appearance, could possibly have a specific flavor to them that translates into the juice.

You see, I believe Genesis's intelligence on the matter comes from not creating some life changing way of preserving things, but rather from preventing waste. Although I do not find any info on Banora Whites being fragile, it can be argued that all apples are fragile in a sense, or at least majority of them. They're truly one of those fruits where sometimes you can chuck them at a tree and only see a bruise or dent, and other times you look at them wrong and they'll split wide open.

When thinking of an apple in general, chances are fragile is not the first word that comes to mind, as many other fruits would be considered fragile long before them, and that'd be correct. However, the harvest and transportation of apples, as well as their general growth, can be littered with complications. When moving apples in a commercial wooden apple bin, when you have hundreds of them stacked together, driving faster than even 2MPH by tractor can cause shaking and damage to the fruit by rubbing damage which can create bruising.

Banora is a remote island location, and import and export of items is likely expensive, which would contribute to the income that Banora Whites would bring in (see earlier mention of wagyu and Japan vs US price) Due to being an island, the methods of exporting would have to be either by air, which would be incredibly expensive and fuel taxing, or by ocean. I mentioned earlier that FF7 Rebirth shows multiple docks and ports that would hint towards ocean being the likely way of transportation of food and people. This would require a boat to leave from down by Banora and travel all the way up the coast through the Meridian Ocean. Constant swaying of the ocean and anything unsecured likely leads to aesthetic damages which allow for even less of the Banora Whites to reach market in aesthetically acceptable shelf conditions.

Banora and in general the Mideel Region is a very coastal region that by flora alone also appears to be a very warm and tropical one. By this assumption not only would Banora Whites possibly be prone to sunburn, a reason they likely developed their darker appearance to survive, but also being internally cooked by the heat of the sun. Also being coastal could lead to strong storms brought in by the ocean leaving damage from heavy winds, pelting rain, hail, and similar damaging weather factors. Excessive rain also typically leads to apples suffering growth cracks, which also takes them off the table for being sold to market as-is.

In the assumption that the Banora Whites would survive possibly brutal conditions that are located down in that area, due to any damage caused by going across the sea, they would likely need to be packaged first while in Banora (hence the warehouse) which would also bring up the pricing on them. However, where does this leave the fruit that's been damaged? Just because it has a crack it it or an aesthetic-only scar across the skin does not mean that the fruit is ruined or inedible. This is fruit that can be used for many different things, including juicing. Juicing is a method that ignores damages that are purely aesthetic, and allows for profit where there would otherwise be none given. Genesis's invention is that of one that prevents waste, and allows for another source of income to the area.

Juicing of apples that wouldn't make it to market would keep the price of the pure solid apples that do make it to market still profitable, while also giving use to those that wouldn't be allowed onto the shelves. While its nothing groundbreaking for the world, like pasteurization would have been, it does allow for Banora to be able to sustain itself via income more, and just overall prevent the waste of more food.

Although to some its not as glamorous if he didn't do something that fundamentally changed the world as a kid, that doesn't mean that what Genesis did isn't still something that he was worth awarding for, especially as a youth. Not only did his creation prevent the waste of food, which earned him his award, but Banora White Juice also did become a famous global hit.

[cleverinsidejoke]

Part 2

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I had fun with this one. It's been fun getting this started, writing characters as best I can, and getting this show on the road! If there are any triggering parts in this, let me know and I'll add on a warning.

wc: 1957

  The air in the Angel’s Share had shifted. The drunk Bard’s loud singing and boisterous laughter had dwindled to silence. Diluc looked up from the inventory book, seeing Venti sitting upright and tense, hand wavering just by the bottle of dandelion wine, head inclined at a subtle angle, as though listening to the whispers of an unseen being. 

    Beneath the mountains of Liyue, Azhdaha ceases his cries as the world around him silences as Teyvat’s internal conflict resolves itself. The earth begins speaking again, indecipherable words that Azhdaha is accustomed to, growing louder and louder, deafening to his sensitive ears.

Zhongli hears it too. Even in this mortal form, he is still attuned to the stories Teyvat says, has grown accustomed to ignoring the senseless chatter of the world. The silence unnerves him.

    The entities of the Abyss shift in the ancient halls, quieting as something calls to them from afar. The Princess smiles to herself.

    In turn, Foul Legacy claws at the edges of Childe’s mind in a poor attempt at claiming consciousness. It settles for a quiet harmony of Abyssal murmurs. It feels strangely calm for the creature. Too human. Almost religious. 

    Teyvat has been disquieted, in disharmony with itself. It hides it well. Celestia cannot be allowed to know.

    The landing lacks the same harshness that pulled you to this strange world in the first place, instead landing you on the ground carefully, as you would a pet or a delicate heirloom. “So this is real, right?” You look over at Gene, collecting yourself. “We’re in Genshin Impact?” They shrug, looking around with caution. 

    “There’s the Dawn Winery.” you follow their gaze. Sure enough, there it was. You were on the heightened area near the Statue of the Seven, overlooking Springvale. From here, you could see the great city itself, windmills dimly lit by the moonlight. A crisp breeze blew in, rustling the tall grasses around you. With the quiet surroundings and the peaceful atmosphere, Mondstadt felt nothing short of home. 

    “I don’t care if it’s Buckingham Palace or Disneyland. I want to find someplace to sleep.” It turns out that being transported into a new world after a long day of stress wasn’t the greatest of feelings. You begin a careful descent towards the road, using Windrise as a point of reference. 

    “Likewise.” Gene follows, taking hold of your arm whenever your footing becomes unsteady. As Windrise grows closer, so grows your need for rest. You’re soon leaning on Gene for support. The gentle breeze fades as you approach the large tree. The Statue of the Seven looms larger than you expected, even stranger to see in real life. Gene takes the opportunity to touch it. The Statue’s light glows violet in turn. A slow transition.

    “Let’s just see if we can get some place at the Goth Grand Hotel or the Church. Surely the sisters can’t say no to us. The poor, helpless outlanders.” Slumping over their shoulder melodramatically, you yawn. “It’s getting too late.” The pair of you make your way to the city, with no real plan. Timmy is absent from the bridge. A shame. You rather liked tormenting seeing the boy interact with his pigeons. But it was late, and thus, understandable that he was absent. 

    “Halt, strange, yet respectable travelers!” The familiar line wakes you up a bit, your head snapping up to look at the speaker. It’s only Lawrence, accompanied by Swan, guarding the gate. Of course it wouldn’t be Amber. It’s not her duty to guard the gate, after all. “What brings you to the gates of Mondstadt so late?”

    “We’re only looking for a place to stay for the night, sirs.” Gene continues to shoulder your weight as they speak to the guards. They offer a disarming smile to the men. That same gentle twist of the lips that you’ve become so accustomed to. A smile that practically begs to be trusted.

    “The Church or the Headquarters may have a place for you to stay. Do you know anything, Swan?” Lawrence glances at the other man, probing for an answer. 

    “I’m not sure. I can escort them to the Church if need be.” Your drowsiness dampens the words, your body growing heavy. Soon, your weight is heavy on Gene’s back, unsupported by your consciousness as a deep slumber overtakes you.

    The Anemo Archon had become restless. The dandelion wine was left untouched on the counter, the solemn nature of the bard causing some unease in the tavern. Diluc almost preferred the boisterous and easygoing attitude. 

    Not that it mattered at the moment though. The tavern would be closing in a quarter of an hour. It was time to begin closing. Diluc began by approaching the other patrons, quietly asking them to leave and informing them that the tavern would close soon. Finally, it was down to Venti. 

    “It’s almost closing time.” The bard remained still, unresponsive. Then he turned, looking up at the bartender. 

    “The wind carried news, Master Diluc.” Venti’s soft smile is out of place, unmatched with his quiet tone. “Good news.” He seems to have been waiting for someone to ask. 

    “News?” He couldn’t deny his curiosity, especially if the Anemo Archon thought it was good.

    “The Creator has returned, Diluc! The Creator! And, if the winds are accurate, then they’ve brought another with them!” Venti grinned, standing from his chair. “They should have reached Mondstadt by now. Good night, Diluc.” 

    The influx of information causes Diluc to stiffen. The Creator? But the holy texts had predicted them to arrive much later. Venti pranced out of the tavern, leaving the bartender alone to his thoughts in the Angel’s Share. 

    Venti allowed the wind to guide him, whispers fueling his excitement. Following the new Anemo footprint of the Creator, he made his way to the Church of Favonius. 

    You awoke to the sound of idle chatter. Sitting up, you took in the sight of the well lit interior of the Church of Favonius. Gene’s laughter was what rang out across the church, allowing you to get up and track them more easily. You grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around yourself, following the voices.

    You had been sleeping on a pew in the back of the church, so it wasn’t all that difficult to walk to the front, where people were gathered and talking. As you picked apart the crowd, you could see Barbara, the sisters, Gene, and Venti himself. 

    “Oh, Y/N!” Gene waved you over, settling their hand on their neck as they turned their attention to the others. “This is my dearest friend.” folding your arms across your chest, you approach the group, giving an awkward wave. Part of you had hoped it was a dream. The reality was an uncomfortable one to be accustomed to.

    “Oh, so this is the esteemed friend you spoke of!” Venti approaches quickly, drawing a subtle flinch from Gene. “Of similar caliber to yourself, Creator?” The final word is what captures your attention. Creator? You had read the stories and Aus. This couldn’t possibly end well, could it?

    “Yes. Y/N is from the same realm as myself.” Their discomfort was obvious, in need of something to lean onto. You approach, draping an arm across their shoulders.

    “Yep! So… what tales of grandeur are said about you, Gene?” Perhaps if you can find what myths detail them, then you can prevent future danger.

    “I’m not sure. I’ve been away for so long…” With a nervous laugh, Gene looks back to the people. Long conversations with strangers, no matter how familiar they seem, had always been a bit difficult for them.

    “Do you have any tales, Venti?” You offer a point of conversation to the extroverted bard. 

    “Of course! I’ll tell you all about it. We’ve even got a whole, ehm... library, for you.” Venti laughed. “I’ll tell you about it when we get there. C’mon!” Approaching the end of the cathedral, opening the entrance to the basement. “Oh, Barbara! Is everything ready down there?”

    “Yes, yes!” A rushed voice called back, the stairs creaking. The blonde deaconess exited the basement, curtsying as she spotted Gene. “It’s really you! And your attendant! It’s truly my honor to be present so soon after your descent.” Her words are honeyed, too sweet for your liking. “Um, please come down! We’ve been preparing it for you.” She ushers you down the stairs quickly, the creaking accompanying you. 

    You’re greeted by the expansive basement, the far ambulatory chambers with statues in the likeness of each archon, another in the likeness of Gene in the center of the apse. The nave has pews closer to the statue, albeit only a few rows. Bookshelves line the walls closest to the front. It is a meager church, unlike what you read about. 

    “The worship of the Creator is prohibited by Celestia.” Venti pipes up. “In fact, all texts about you were abolished and almost completely destroyed. This is what remains after years of tracking them down.”

    “Venti happened to have a collection. After your signs began appearing across Teyvat, the churches and temples opened in secret again. I would say they began happening after the Traveler arrived in Mondstadt.” Barbara smiles sweetly. “You’re more than welcome to come here as much as you’d like.”

    “Thank you.” The pleasantries continue as you wander over to the bookshelves, looking for interesting titles and points to research. “The Books of Creation”, “The Heavenly Principles” “Prophecies of the Primordial One”... Each book proves worthy of looking over. Pulling one off the shelf, you begin to read, opening to a note in the beginning. It appears to be a dedicated journal.

    The Creator, on their own, is reality. The only god needed to prosper. With their blessings, our nation can prosper. Remember that, Alberr.

    You skim through the everyday things, gathering context clues until you begin to read fully.

19.8. 

    The field tillers are working better than we thought they would. Other nations have expressed concern involving them, but it is a breakthrough that we cannot allow to go to waste.

24.8

    Siarri consulted the books the other day. The Creator is due to return from their journey soon. Perhaps they can give us an ultimatum about the field tillers then. I don’t want to give up so easily on the years of work we’ve put into it. It’s worth being outcasted from the other nations. 

24.8 

    Siarri has taken to calling me names.

1.12

    The creator is late.

25.1

    Khaenri’ah has fallen. Celestia came in with no prior signs of hostility. The archons were there too, fighting with a vengeance. Almost like they were taking something back. Were they upset because their people were inclined towards our ways?

    Celestia has been in turmoil since then. Worship of the Creator has been outlawed. Does that extend to the archons? Aren’t they closer to the Creator than us mortals are? Barbatos and Rukkhadevata used to be all for the worship of the Holy one. Maybe the Cataclysm is what caused this change. It caused Khaenri’ah to fall, so I can only imagine what damage has been caused to Sumeru and Mondstadt. What damage it will eventually cause.

    We can’t blame anyone. But we can make inferences. I’m going to travel and make as many connections as I can. I’ll get another journal to write that down in.

29.12

To-Do

Buy a new bag journal   

Check in with the kids

Document Mondstadt

    The journal is gently taken from you, glanced at briefly by the taker, and set aside. “I’m afraid that wasn’t meant to go to the library.” The voice is immediately recognizable. You turn carefully. “Kaeya, Knight of Favonius. It’s an honor.”

[tomswifty-fr]

whats the technology level of your lore? and does it vary much by flight?

Hey! It's been three weeks! I have been writing a massive loredump that was way too detailed and going nowhere so this is an attempt to simplify/condense that into a reasonable answer. Feel free to send followups about anything because there is so much I'm leaving out.

Short answer: "Technology level" is kind of a loaded term and also not that useful in this context imo. It varies by flight but that's not going to be the defining factor in whether a specific clan has like, lightbulbs and antibiotics.

Long answer:

On the whole, Sorneith's tech level is going to be below that of modern-day Earth. Sorneith is orders of magnitude less industrialized, less electrified, and less computerized. Mass comm as we have it is very much not a thing.

Also, please add "with some exceptions" to every paragraph because it is all with some exceptions. Reality is like, 70% exceptions by mass.

High tech (computers, telecom, aerospace, etc) is going to be clustered in urban, high-population areas and is often associated with Lightning, Arcane, Wind, and Plague flights.

Things like telecom and transportation are going to be small scale and local (examples: a telephone network that covers a single city, or train tracks that only go between a factory and a mine). Lack of interflight cooperation, lack of intraflight cohesion, and all sorts of environmental factors mean that no one is building large scale infrastructure and it would be extremely difficult or impossible to maintain if they did. There are all kinds of things that dragons could technically build, but don't because no one is willing to build the infrastructure necessary to support it.

Electricity generation is not uncommon, but is again going to be highly localized and probably magic based. No huge dams that power the whole county or whatever. There is a petrochemical industry, but it is mainly geared towards manufacturing, not fuel. Yes, dragons have plastic. Sorry.

A lot of mechanical stuff is powered by kinetic energy, often in the form of clockwork. Windmills are also very common, especially in agricultural contexts (hulling, grinding flour, etc) but also for things like looms.

Plague and Nature have the most advanced biomedical science, with an emphasis on gengineering and modifying already existing species that other flight cultures can find offputting (but not offputting enough to not take advantage, of course). The Plague approach to treating illnesses consists largely of breeding bacteria for specific purposes - if you get measles, your medicine is going to consist of a live culture of measles-hunting bacteria that will cure you by spreading through your body and eating all the measles pathogens, then dying off. The Nature approach is more focused on identifying plants with medicinal effects and modifying them to be more effective, with an emphasis on symptom management and preventing transmission while letting the body ultimately fight off the infection on its own.

Plague is also the flight that invented solid-state computing, specifically for medical implants and prosthetics. Lightning and Arcane are still fighting over who had the first computer but they were using crystals and vacuum tubes, and mostly still are. Personal computers are typically not a thing.

Personal transportation technology is less about vehicles and more about body modification (temporary or permanent) to make running and flying easier or more efficient. These are often adapted to/from mobility assistance tech for disabled dragons. Flying is more common in this context than running because large parts of Sorneith lack good roads.

Agricultural technology is going to be geared towards things like modified seeds, chemical fertilizers, and farming techniques rather than things like tractors. Factory/mass production is something that would be more ubiquitous if there was better transportation infrastructure; as it is, it mostly exists near large urban centers (example: barrel factory that makes all the barrels for the big city, but doesn't sell any nonlocally. surrounding towns have their own coopers or get them from someone in another small town.) or where the product is something that clicks all the boxes of

Hard to make / knowledge to make it is not widespread / can only be made in certain conditions (jam factory makes no sense because anyone can make jam)

Enough demand to justify factory production (hydroelectric turbine factory makes no sense because there aren't enough dams around to make more than like, one turbine a year. pointless)

Expensive or necessary enough to justify nonlocal shipping/transport (ribbon factory makes no sense because hauling it across the continent it costs like twelve times as much as the ribbon)

In practice, this mostly means medicines and some types of electronics.

Cargo transportation is usually water-based. Steamships exist but are unpopular and unlikely to supplant sailing or dragon-powered ships.

Other things they have: firearms (primitive, used for mostly hunting or gunsports), nuclear power (relatively new, there are like single digit plants and all but one or two are in Lightning), radio (I said no large-scale telecom but there are a couple of big NGOs that are really pushing it), artificial intelligence (almost exclusively magic-powered, also very rare), typewriters, mimeographs, adding machines, phonographs, cameras, refrigeration (semi-common).

Things they don't have: Broadcast television (cable only, where it exists), the internal combustion engine (I could write a whole nother post about vehicles and why there aren't many), militarized explosives (that's what magic is for), internet (could you imagine).

[ultimate-worldbuilding]

CITIES

A full list of what a modern / sci-fi city needs. You can incorporate many elements into your fantasy city as well. Of course you don't need this many things, but sometimes it can help your story if you understand and think about how your world works.

Electricity and energy resources

If your city has electricity, or anything similar to it, it's worth considering where this energy comes from. Is it renewable energy, or not? Is it something else entirely? (Is it magic?) These buildings and facilities are usually located on the outskirt of cities.

Windmill Location: Flat planes, maybe even deserts. Tailor it: break up the structure of a today's windmill: e.g. what if they are way bigger, or people live in it, etc

Nuclear Power Plant Location: Anywhere, in space, under the water, in the sky, inside the terrain. Prompts: What about accidents? Secret labs inside the plant?

Storm Power Plant Location: Almost anywhere, in the sky, in space, on space ships, planes, etc. Further ideas: tornados, harvesting lightning, harvesting the power of the wind with fortified windmills, sun storms in space.

Water related power plants Using the energy of a flowing river,sea waves, or even a vortex.

Burning power plant Burning trash, coal, diesel, gases or your world's fuel. This can be very polluting in your world, which can add up to your worldbuilding: green activist wants this plant closed, people getting sick aournd the plant, etc.

Geaothermal Power Plant Using the planet's heat to generate energy. You can put this anwhere on your ground or under.

Solar Power Plants These need a lot of place. If you are also making a map, be sure to add these on places where they actually get sunlight. (Don't put them on the north side of a mountain.) prompts: what if somebody covers them on purpose?

Health, Life and Death

All health and mental health related facilities (even for pets). Tailor these to your worlds problems, diseases and conditions (e.g. cyberpsychosis in Cyberpunk 2077) You can put these fqacilities, together, or even in a very different location, for example a floating private clinic above the city. You can even use virtual worlds as a twist.

Hospitals and clinics General hospitals, clinics and private ones.

Doctor's office

Ambulance station

Cyberware repair clinic

Drug Rehabilitation Centers

Vets Vets for people's pets, you can even add robot vets, for robot pets.

Nursing Homes Home for the elderly.

Asylums Home for people with serious mental health problems.

Pharmacies Are these private? Are there black market versions? What medicines can you buy here?

Dentist Promp questions: Are there any unique procedures? Do people's teeth are different? What about dentists for different species?

Sanatorium These usually are in the nicest parts of a city in the outskirts. They do have big gardens too. It can be even in space too, or even virtually.

Morgue Story tips: you can include a place like this for investigations or horror elements.

Cemetry Before diving deep into this one, state how your people bury their loved ones. The method the whole cemetry. Here are some burial types from the world:- Leaving the body in nature (or space)- Embalming, and preserving- Leaving in water (or space), or let it sail away on a ship- Burning the body (by fire, or by sunfire), and placing the urns in a sacred place (space, ground, buildings, etc.)- Buring the body under ground

Crematorium Used if your people burn bodies.

Quarantine zone

Misc Essentials

As these are essentials, they can be targets in a conflict. This can help your story further.

Fire station

Water tower (and storage) If it doesn't come from a pshysically higher place.

Server buildings

Lighthouse

Transportation and Travel

Transportation can change a lot in a scifi high tech world. I often grab a real concept and put into a different enviroment. Train? Space - Train. Jetski? Sun wave - jetski.When building transportation, think about:- where these vehicles are stored- where you can access the service,- who repairs them and where- where do they go when they are no longer used. These types of transports all have office centers, and they are usually different corporations and companies.If the parking lots or hangars are abonded, it can be a place where homeless people gathered, and live.

Bus stations, depot, stops and repair garages

Spaceship (or airplane) ports, hangars and repair hangars Don't forget to add ports and hangars for military, trading and public transport spaceships.

Metro stations, metro depot

Taxi stations, depot

Ship ports On rivers, sea, ocean, or the sky. (for flying ships but not spaceships.) Don't forget to about military, trading and public transport. These ports can be just platfroms.

Parking lots Multi storey car park.

Rental Renting the vehicles you have in your city, spacehips, cars, ships, etc.

Travel agencies

Fuel stations gas stations for cars, taxies and buses, and fueal stations for spaceships, and ships.Prompts questions: Where are these located? Is there possibility of shortage?

Package receiving point (or drop point)

Warehouses (personal, corporations, cars, etc)

Housing & Homes

Housing is an interesting part of building a city. I advise you to look around in your enviroment, and in the world how people live in different countries. You can always twist these ideas by putting them into a different enviroments (e.g.: shipping containers as living space, in a frosty enviroment, and people use fur to cover the insides for insulation.)

Luxury flats, and houses

Middle class flats, and houses

Lower class flats, and houses

Huge flat blocks (all are the same, available for all classes)

Prebuilt houses (all are the same, available for all classes)

Houses made of different elements You can vary as you want, example: Mass Effect colonies

Shipping containers as homes

Discarded vehicles as homes

Shelters For people, sentient robots, animals, robot animals.

Hotels

Motels

Food and Plants

Questions: Where does food come from in your city? Is it from outside of the city, or does it have some facilities to create food? Where does that food go? How is the food situation in your city? Do people make food at home, or order, or eat prepackaged food?

Grain Processing Plant

Crop fields If you have crops, is there a fungi or incest that is destroying crops? Or an organization?

Restaurants

Cafés

Drive-ins

Fast food restaurant chains

Bakery

Pastry Factory or any factory that makes food that is in everybody's lives, out of the plant the city has on its crop fields.

Food Packaging Factories

Food Processing Plants

Green houses

Nature reserve

Plant nurseries

Ranches for livestock

Slaughterhouses (or syntethic meat producing facilities)

Pastures

Brewery What type of alcohol does the people drink? What are they med of? Are there traditions related to them?

Education, Science & Knowledge

What general education system does your city have? What subjects are there? At what age do usually people finish their studies?

Elementary school

Kindergarten

High School

University

Music School

Library

Science center

Research Facility

Museum

Conservatory

Entertainment and Services

Entertainment and Services are a big part of every day lives. How much fun people have in this city? How much time do people have? Does this have black and extreme sides? Are there regulations in place? Is there a disctrict just for party time or doe poeple do this all around the city?

Ferris-wheel

Bars and Pubs (eg. Vape Bar)

Skating rink (ice, scifi ice skate, etc)

Brothel

Arcade

Arena / Stadium (depends on the setting, and nature of the events held here)

Stripper bar

Dance studio

Barber

Beautician Explore every aspect, different species, and cyberware (if you have these in your world)

Gym

Amusement park

Spa

Aquapark

Fighting rings People, robots, animals, etc. Where is this ring? Are these illegal?

Aquarium

VR café

Circus

Theatre

Zoo

Bowling alley (or any other alley for this type of entertainment)

Racetracks Animals, robots. How much of are these legal? Are there any bets placed on the racers?

Communication

Where do people get their information? Is there internet in your city? What happens when somebody disrupts communication on purpose? Does people/ the government / corporation manipulate the media?

Post office

Media studios TV, Internet, Talk shows, VR, whatever media your cuty uses.

Radiotower

Community centre

Employment agency

Open Spaces

Where people can organize events.

Forum, Square You can include a statue or a monument.

Park (It's scifi or fantasy, you can add floating parks too.)

Skate park (or any other equivalent of extreme sport park in your world, e.g. solar surf park)

Religion & Politics

What religion do people practise? Are there any banned religions? What sacred spacse do they need for that? Are there any districts heavily influenced by one religion? Are their beliefs go against the city council's views? Is religion and politics are connected or not? How do religion and politics influence each other?

Parlament/city council

Mayor's office

Convent

Oracle

Religious spaces Buildings, parks, monuments

The Force and the Law

Military , Police and Law. Do these mix with religion or not?

Military headquarters

Military training centre

Military base

Shooting range (or archer range)

Police Station

Jail & Prison

Military vehicle and gadget repair

Courthouse

Lawyer's office

Market & Financies

What currency does your city use? Are there any undergound currencies? What items and resources can be currencies?

Bank

Shop franchises Apparel, jewelry, furnishing, stationery

Broker's office

Armor shop

Cyberware (or body enhancment) shop

Weapon shop

Market (farmer's , junk, flee, vehicles, etc.)

Black Market

Drug Den

Malls

Corporate Shops (workers can pay from their own salary)

Building & Production

What do people need? Is there a shortage of certain types of products, or oversaturation and overproduction?

Factory: Electronics devices

Factory: Furniture and cutlery

Factory: Home gadgets

Factory: Weapons

Factory: Military equipments

Factory: Vehicles Cars, spaceships, flying cars.

Mining operation

Construction Site

Waste

What types of wastes are produced in your city? Where do they go?

Sewage system Pipes, old pipes that are no longer in use, cisterns. Are there any people living down here?

Junkyard Regular junk, old spaceships, broken cars, broken machines, broken robots. Do people live here or not?

Selective Trash Sorter Facility If your city recycles.

[bellepeppergirl]

Yharnam's Economy

Time to ask and speculate on the question on one has ever asked: what was Yharnam's economy prior to the Healing Church's takeover and the eventual rise of their Blood industry?

Yharnam has a deep hatred of outsiders, as we all know, but I feel like they had to have at least some connection to the outside world, especially since the Healing Church itself is from beyond Yharnam's borders. Yharnam also has a lot of boats in the aqueduct, which very well could have been for travelling through the city, or, since the city is situated on a lake, it could have been a method for gaining or ferrying goods.

The first thing that comes to mind for an economy of Yharnam would be grains. In the Forbidden Woods, there are several massive windmills. Windmills are typically used for grinding grains to make things like flour, but can also be used to make electricity. There doesn't really seem to be any electricity in the city, so grains is the most likely option. What stops me from thinking this was the main export is the fact that the Forbidden Woods were used as a testing ground for strains of Old Blood following the fall and burning of Old Yharnam. I feel like them targeting such a crucial part of Yharnam for simple testing would be incredibly unlikely, unless this was also the Healing Church's attempt to bring down the grain industry so they could supplant it with Old Blood.

Instead, I think the most likely options was fishing. Yharnam is located on a lake and we can find numerous boats in the aqueduct, as mentioned earlier. These boats could have been used for catching and then transporting fish. The only thing that I think really goes against this is we don't really see any docks or fish in the base game, but to be fair, we don't really go through all of Yharnam, so it's highly likely that we simply don't see their main docks.

We know alcohol was also made in Yharnam thanks to the Blood Cocktail item, which states that people imbibed blood more than alcohol, so maybe this could have been the initial industry and then Blood took over. This could also be what the windmills were grinding grains for, but these could also simply be side things.

In terms of farming, the only places we see that seem to be at all suited for farming are the Forbidden Woods or Hemwick Charnel Lane, but neither of these seem to have any farming plots, and Hemwick itself was already used for charnel uses.

Another possibility I like is them making a living as tomb raiders. The people of Yharnam ascended from the Tomb of the Gods below Yharnam. While they seem to have grown away from their old Pthumerian culture, they would still likely remember the existence of the dungeons. With no more respect for their past, they could very easily send people into the tombs to collect relics, ritual materials, and more to sell to collectors and researchers far and wide.

Perhaps there is more I am missing. I am not an expert on economy; in fact, I know fuck all- and really, the city's economy pre-Healing Church really doesn't matter, but my obsession with Bloodborne knows no bounds.

[reality-detective]

The notion that a nation can run on sunshine and breezes is worse than delusional.

People might fall for the idea that we can merrily run on sunshine and breezes, alone, but with a few trillion dollars worth of mythical mega-batteries providing backup for a few minutes, when the sun sets and the wind stops blowing.

A two-megawatt windmill is made up of 260 tons of steel that required 300 tons or iron ore and 170 tons of coking coal, all mined, transported and produced by hydrocarbons.

A windmill could spin until it falls apart and never generate as much energy as was invested in building it. 🤔

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

Frankenweenie (2012, Tim Burton)

01/04/2024

Frankenweenie is a 2012 animated film directed by Tim Burton.

The film is the stop motion adaptation of the short film of the same name made by Burton himself in 1984, clearly inspired by the novel Frankenstein by Mary Shelley.

The film was nominated for the 2013 Academy Awards as best animated film.

In 1971 Victor Frankenstein, a boy passionate about cinematography and science, lives in the monotonous town of New Holland with his parents Edward and Susan and his little dog Sparky. Victor's talents are observed at school by his classmates: the neighbor Elsa Van Helsinge (niece of the sour Mayor Bergermeister), the hunchbacked boy Edgar, the obese and naive Bob, the pretentious Japanese boy Toshiaki, the sinister Nassor and a very strange blonde girl called Weird Girl, who owns a cat called "Mr. Whiskers". Victor, however, has little contact with them, being too busy with Sparky: Victor's father then encourages his son to join the baseball team to make new friends and to practice a sport; at the game, Victor manages to hit a splendid home run but Sparky, chasing the ball down the street, is hit by a car and dies before Victor's eyes.

But then, inspired by the galvanic experiments of the science teacher Mr. Rzykruski, Victor digs up the little dog from the pet cemetery and takes him to his improvised laboratory in the attic; he manages to revive the dog using the electricity of lightning. The following day, however, Sparky leaves the attic to chase Mr. Whiskers, causing some damage in the neighborhood until he is noticed by Edgar, who asks Victor to teach him how to resurrect the dead and threatens him to reveal his secret to everyone if he doesn't. In order to keep Sparly's existence hidden, Victor agrees and the two revive a goldfish, which inexplicably becomes invisible.

Learning about Edgar's invisible fish, Toshiaki and Bob fear that they won't be able to win the science competition at the annual fair, and so Toshiaki tries to make Bob fly with a rudimentary jetpack improvised with bottles of fizzy drink, but fails and Bob falls from the roof, breaking his arm.

The group then decides to carry out resuscitations separately: Edgar prepares to resuscitate a dead rat found in the garbage, Nassor his mummified hamster "Colossus", Toshiaki his dead turtle Shelley, Bob an expired package of Sea Monkeys and Weird Girl a dead bat. After electrocuting the bodies, the kids involuntarily transform the dead animals into monsters due to their feelings of competition: Edgar's rat becomes a wererat, Shelley an enormous Gamera-like monster, Bob's Sea Monkeys become little monsters amphibians similar to Gremlins and Mr Whiskers, who held Weird Girl's bat in his mouth while it was electrified, a monstrous vampire cat.

After finding Sparky near his tombstone in the animal cemetery, Victor sees the monsters attacking the fair and runs to help his companions: the Sea Monkeys explode by eating very salty popcorn, Colossus is crushed by Shelley, while she and the Wererat turns back into a corpse after being electrocuted again. In the general chaos, Elsa's poodle, Persephone, is captured by Mr Whiskers and transported to the city windmill.

The citizens, feeling pity for the dog's death, decide to reward Sparky for his courage by connecting his electrodes to the batteries of their cars to revive him again.

[starcrossedjedis]

🌸 🎀 💗 for Sun

🌸 What does your OC’s voice sound like? Their laugh? Are they good at singing? Do they have an accent?

She actually trained her voice to sound a tad darker than it really is, just so that it sounds a bit more raspy and seductive on the job. That however slips away pretty quickly once she's out of the brothel. The difference isn't a big one, her voice is not particularly high or pitchy to begin with, but it's enough that Luffy picks up on it.

In a funny twist on the tale, Sun can make people do as she tells them - her more seductive voice working well to transport that devil fruit power - but despite being a part-time siren, she is absolutely tone deaf and a terrible singer.

She probably has an accent of sorts, alas I am not firm enough within the verse to tell you which one ^^

🎀 Do they wear a specific accessory with a special meaning behind it? What is their usual fashion sense like? What do they wear when they want to be comfortable and what do they wear when they’re going to a fancy party? Or do they just not care?

She wears a necklace that Shanks brought her on his last visit to Windmill Village. It's nothing special or fancy even, a particularly pretty sort of pebble on a leather string. She used to keep it in a drawer at the brothel, because it didn't go with her "office attire", but when she leaves to go with Luffy and the others, she takes it with her and starts to wear it again. Alas, for most of the first act the necklace is more a reminder to hold on to her grudge than a sweet memento 😂

She doesn't really have a specific clothing style, she usually just leans into whatever the occasion calls for and rocks it, because a) she's really hot and that sells pretty much every outfit and b) she wears every outfit with the nonchalance and self-confidence of someone who knows they could shine in a potato sack ^^

If she has a say though, she would always put pants (or shorts) before skirts and boots over heels or strappy stuff. She does make exceptions for special occasions though (eg. at Baratie where her personal dress code was "fancy dinner and a proper lay" xD)

💗 What would your OC say is their best feature? Why? What do their friends / family / lover(s) / people they know think is their best feature and why?

Given the fact that she is super hot both naturally and supernaturally, you could probably ask fifty people and get fifty different responses^^

Personally, Sun really likes her eyes (which is why a certain incident hit so hard, even though it could have been a lot worse).

Shanks would probably tell you that he likes her long, thick hair - maybe because she was near bald when he found her out on the ocean all those years ago and it's almost symbolic of how much she's grown and changed since that day.

Sanji is a hope less romantic and would probably go waxing poetry about her smile.

And both men would probably have a lot to say about her body in a more private environment ^^

Zoro would probably just shrug non-commitally like "she's hot, I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️" and Luffy just doesn't go there at all, but "she can make her skin colorshift and turn her eyes golden, that's really cool" 😄

[wellthebardsdead]

Junkerqueen: *riding her hover bike into the outback following a group of raiders she’d sent out to scout only for them to return with food and clean water* how much further is this place???

Raider: just up ahead your highness!!! *points to a little queenslander style cottage with an attached donga(temporary usually transportable dwelling)*

Junkerqueen: *pulls up with the raiders to see a garden full of fresh food and a windmill filtration system pulling water up from under the ground and de-radiating it* what the???

Raider: HELLOOOOOO!!! WERE BACK!!! WE BROUGHT OUR LEADER!

S/o: *steps out dressed in a cottage core outfit holding pumpkin scones* hi!

Junkerqueen: *bright red* g-g’day.