#and a kind of outer shell that connected everything

[smute]

my parence got a new fiber internet connection "for free" and although they're quite tech savvy they're also at an age now where people think they can take advantage of them 😤 so after the phone company installed the access point in the basement "for free", they then wanted to charge them 200€ for the in-house hookup (i.e. to run a cable from the basement to the terminal upstairs 👹)

so in my youthful hubris i instead decided to buy a 20m cable and do it myself, and it only took me *checks time* six hours and an insane amount of macgyvering to feed that delicate little thang through the old phone line hole in the ceiling

tbh there was a point in the afternoon when i was ripping apart my mom's floorboards where i would have been more than happy to give someone 200€ just to put me out of my misery... but in the end it all worked out. sometimes even simple tasks take time

[becertainlust]

Hello!! I was hoping if you could make a scenario of katsuki x fem!reader, where reader experiences her first squirt while doing it with Katsuki!

If its not ur cup of tea its alright!🫶🏻

DEVOTION | Katsuki Bakugo

synopsis: He makes you feel good>

content: smut

It was more than pleasing you, much more than seeing you in bliss, more than your breathless praises to him.

Katsuki had a selfish like goal. No secret,—it was written all over his greedy touches. In the way his hands branded your skin like a claim,  In the way his mouth lingered too long, tasting, taking, as if to memorize you from the inside out.

Every moan he pulled from you was another tally in a quiet war only he knew he was waging. He didn’t just want your body pliant under his. He seemed to want your soul curled around his name. He wanted the tremble in your voice when you whispered, "Katsuki," to be his altar. A devotion. A surrender.

Because if you gave him everything maybe—just maybe—he could believe he was worthy of it. The glow of your back flushed, arching beautifully, so much so under his palms of guidance that He leans forward, his chest pressed to your back, damp skin meeting damp skin. You feel his breath first, warm at the base of your neck, then the weight of his hand smoothing over your waist—slowing things down, steadying you, steadying himself.

“ Again,” he mutters, not looking for something pretty. “Call me again” he nipped at your shoulder, striking your outer thighs with his palm.

Your breath hitches. “Katsuki…”

He exhales like he’s been holding it for hours. Like your voice is the only thing keeping him from succumbing to the pulse of your pussy holding onto his so tight.. His lips drags across your shoulder, slow, a little shaky.

“You don’t get it,” he says, almost to himself. “When you say my name like that... it makes everything else shut up.”

Your fingers curl in the sheets. You feel the tension in his jaw where it grazes your skin, how he hesitates just a second before his mouth finds you again—kissing, mouthing at you like he’s trying to hold on through touch alone.

He wants more than the sounds you make. He wants the part of you that means them. The way your body tilts into him without thinking. The way you whisper his name like it’s not just his—it’s yours, too.

And maybe he’s being selfish. Maybe this is all too much. But when your hand reaches back to thread through his hair and you say his name again—so soft, so sure—Katsuki lets his forehead rest against your shoulder and believes it.

“mmm, deeper” you grind your ass onto his hips, a wet squelch where you were both connected, making him sigh as he adorned your glowing skin. Your face presses into your folded arms, your voice slips, the heat clawing at your abdomen.

His lips find your cheek, burning and damp with exertion, and he kisses you there—soft, almost reverent. A contrast to the way he rolls his hips forward, deeper, deliberate, dragging his cock through the tight clutch of your walls like he’s searching for something only you can give him.

You gasp, head tilting back instinctively, but he doesn’t miss. He trails kisses across your face, wet and lingering—your cheekbones, the corner of your mouth, the shell of your ear—each one a worship, a vow unspoken. His thrusts slow just enough to make you feel every inch, every twitch and drag, as if he’s trying to memorize the way you fit around him.

"Fuck," he groans against your skin, voice thick, ruined. “You keep getting tighter"

You don’t. And maybe you couldn’t, even if you tried.

His hand cradles your jaw, turning your face just enough so your lips nearly brush. His forehead rests against yours, breathing heavy and uneven, his rhythm stuttering as you squeeze around him—hot, soaked, trembling.

“Katsuki…”

The sound of your voice wrecks him.

He pushes in harder, slower now, with a kind of aching purpose. Your body trembles under the weight of him, under the heat in his voice when he says, “That’s it… just like that. Let me feel you.”

He kisses your lips this time—messy, open-mouthed, too full of need to be sweet—and your moan gets swallowed between your tongues. His thumb finds your chin, holding you there as he rolls his hips again, cock dragging deep in slow, perfect pressure.

You whimper into his mouth, and he groans against your lips like he’s unraveling.

“Let me keep this,” he murmurs. “Let me have this version of you. The one that says my name like it means something.”

And inside that slow, steady rhythm, with your hands tangled in his hair and his mouth still chasing every inch of your skin, Katsuki moves like a man trying to earn your devotion—one thrust, one kiss, one breath at a time.

He shifts the angle of his hips, just slightly—but it’s enough. Enough to make your body jolt, your hands scramble at the sheets. His thrusts pick up pace, not frantic, but deliberate—like he knows exactly where to hit, how to keep you right on the edge without letting you fall just yet.

His mouth finds your ear again, his breath hot as he murmurs, “There. Right there—feelin’ that?”

You nod quickly, too overwhelmed to speak, and he groans when he feels you tighten up around him.

“Fuck, baby… you’re close.”

His hand moves, sliding down your stomach, fingers finding your clit with practiced ease. He doesn’t tease. Just circles it with steady pressure, perfectly in sync with the thrusts of his hips now snapping harder, deeper. That pressure starts building too fast, your thighs tensing as the heat coils tighter and tighter in your gut.

“I got you,” he murmurs, kissing the edge of your jaw. “Just let it happen.”

And then—like a string snapping—you break.

Your body jerks under him, legs trembling as the wave crashes over you. But it’s more than that. It hits so deep, so sharp, your breath catches and your body doesn’t just clench—it releases.

Your hips stutter against his as a gush of liquid spills between you, soaking the sheets beneath, slick and sudden and unstoppable.

Katsuki groans loud at the feel of it, hips rolling slower, deeper as he rides it out with you.

“Holy shit—look at that,” he pants, voice thick with awe and hunger. “You fuckin’ squirted for me…”

His hand doesn’t stop—gentler now, coaxing every last twitch from your clit while your body trembles under the overstimulation. You can’t even speak, just moan into your arms, thighs still shaking as he grinds into you, wet sounds filling the air between sharp breaths.

“You’re perfect like this,” he says low, kissing along your shoulder, down your spine. “Messy.mine.”

Your whole body feels limp, boneless and glowing, and you feel him slow down, finally stilling. He stays buried in you, just for a moment—catching his breath, hands smoothing over your hips, your waist, grounding you both in the come-down.

He kisses the side of your head, whispering something soft against your temple—something too quiet to hear over your pounding heartbeat.

And even though everything’s soaked and your limbs feel far away, you reach back and thread your fingers through his, holding him there.

Because he didn’t just take. He pulled something deeper from you. Something real.'

You’re still trembling, breath catching in your throat as the last of the waves roll through you. Your thighs twitch uncontrollably, muscles clenching with aftershocks you can’t control, and your body stays arched, stuck between overstimulation and collapse.

Katsuki watches—stunned, proud, and just a little bit smug.

He leans back just enough to take in the mess between your thighs, the soaked sheets beneath you, the way your pussy flutters around nothing, still pulsing from the release he dragged out of you.

“Shit,” he breathes, more to himself than to you. “You really fuckin’ soaked the bed…”

You let out a breathless, barely-there laugh, burying your face deeper into your arms.

He smirks against your shoulder, still pressed close, chest rising and falling against your back.

And then his fingers—calloused and warm—trail down your stomach, slow and feather-light, until they brush just barely over your folds.

You jolt.

Your hips twitch, a gasp slipping from your lips as your body shudders again.

“Sensitive, huh?” he murmurs, voice laced with that low, teasing edge. He lets his fingertips ghost over your swollen clit, not enough to hurt, but just enough to make your breath hitch.

“Look at you,” he says, his tone softer now, almost reverent. “Still twitchin’ for me.”

You try to pull your hips forward, away from his touch, but he doesn’t let you go far—his hand slipping to your hip to keep you still.

“Nu-uh,” he hums, pressing one more kiss to your temple. “You make a mess like that, you don’t get to hide”

His fingers dip down again, gently parting you, gathering the cum still dripping out of you, and he groans low in his throat.

“So wet,” he mutters. “Didn’t even know you could squirt like that.”

You whimper, legs trembling again.

“Yeah,” he grins against your cheek, brushing another faint stroke over your clit just to watch you twitch. “You’re not goin’ anywhere”

But then his touch softens—really softens. His hand settles low on your belly, his other rubbing slow circles on your thigh as your body starts to come down for real. The teasing fades into something quieter, more grounded.

“You did so fuckin’ good,” he says, breath warm against your skin. “So damn good for me.”

You nod, too far gone to answer, but you shift back into him, letting him hold you, letting the heat of his body settle the tremble in your limbs.

[parageist]

MANY RAIN WORLD SPOILERS AHEAD

yknow, what really are these module things you see attached to iterators?

i always assumed they were steam vents and thus make the torrential rains you experience, as when its rain time, they start steaming. but as ive played through more campaigns and revisited old areas, ive noticed some strange things about them

like whats up with this one on the bottom? why is it cut in half like that?

and sometimes the lighting makes these circle things in the background look like theyre protruding, so I assumed they were just the same steam vent things but viewed face-on, yet in this image (and in a lot of others) the lighting suggests the opposite - they're indentations on the structure. perhaps the vent things can be retracted in/out of the base?

yet here in the outer expanse you can find them on train cars, and the lighting looks like they're protruding, which would either mean the train cars are extremely wide or theres an extreme amount of clearance between the rail and the walls of the tunnel.

and even if it was retracted into its shell, that would mean the shell itself is super wide to be able to house an object that long. also the retractable theory in general starts to fall flat when you never actually see them retract or extrude, which if they are steam vents, then shouldnt they pop out of their shells when its rain time? this makes me think the circles facing head-on arent the same vent modules we see. perhaps they're some sort of "socket" or attachment point for some other component? im not sure.

but anyway, back to the main point. what are these things?

well, an important peice of evidence completely changes everything.

YOU CAN FIND THEM (and the circle background thingies) *INSIDE* OF ITERATOR CANS

(they're in/on moon's can as well, so there doesn't seem to be a difference between gen 1 and gen 3 iterator designs in regards to these modules)

but anyway. why are there steam vents inside of their processors???

and you cant just deduce that they arent steam vents, cus they definitely are (as shown in this video)

but at the same time the ones inside their cans dont produce any steam. or at least, no steam that we can see.

but this leads me to a theory, once you keep in mind another major thing about iterators: they need a shit load of water to function, yet you never see any of the neuronflies, inspectors, or other organisms inside drink. so where the heck is all the water? (besides the lymphatic system)

this makes me think that the steam vents we see inside of iterator structures are indeed steam vents, but the amount of steam they produce is a lot less. i assume they are basically giant humidifiers, which would saturate the air with so much moisture that the neuronflies and what not wouldnt need to "drink" as they would just constantly be absorbing water from the air. the moist air could also improve electrical conductivity between neurons.

so yeah that's my theory! it is kind of uncomfortable to think about the inside of iterator cans being absolutely muggy and miserable from the extreme humidity, but it makes sense knowing that being inside an iterator is basically like being inside a giant living organism's body; of course it's gonna be wet and slimy in there. it would also explain how the water pumped through the lymphatic conduits gets distributed to all the neurons and other purposed organisms - instead of having a separate pipe connecting every little creature to the water supply, you just saturate the air with it so they can "wirelessly" get water!

[zoniteillusion-pyritedreams]

Heyyycan I request a reading for tabber like the one you did for dean? Thank you

https://www.tumblr.com/zoniteillusion-pyritedreams/784293111056695296/hiiiii-can-i-request-a-reading-like-this

"Inside Tabber’s Lusty Little Mind: Tarot Tea"

a cheeky Aphrodite-approved blog post written by your fave love witch, ft. spice, soul, and zero BS

Baby, Tabber’s type? It’s not for the weak. He’s looking for someone who can serve brain, baddie, and a side of brooding mystery. Let’s unzip this energy layer by layer, shall we?

Core Vibe: Give Him Depth or Give Him Distance

Astro: Jupiter + Mars + Scorpio, Leo reversed

He craves someone with soulful intensity, not superficial sparkle. Think: inner fire over outer flash. Leo reversed says he’s not here for spotlight chasers he wants the type of person who turns heads without trying and stays unbothered while doing it.

Big, bold energy? Yes.

Needy or performative? Hard pass.

Oracle Tea: The Outlier with the Depth

From the Oracle of Roses deck? Let’s just say his ideal partner is serving “intelligent siren who has 5 side quests, emotional range, and a passport full of secrets.”

The Night + The Sage + The Hero? He wants a soft-spoken badass. A deep thinker who isn’t afraid to rescue herself.

The Scientist reversed + Architect reversed says he doesn’t want someone stuck in routines or cold logic. Give him someone creative, open, and emotionally fluid.

Loner reversed + Outsider + Citizen? His dream girl/boy/they knows who they are, doesn’t beg to belong, and can vibe anywhere from underground clubs to bookshops to a quiet night in his bed. (ahem, library).

Tarot Breakdown: Emotionally, Mentally & Physically

King of Wands + Judgment:

He’s turned on by confidence, charisma, and moral clarity. Say what you mean, mean what you say, and look like sin while doing it that’s his type.

Six of Wands reversed + Ten of Wands:

Don’t fake the flex. He sees through clout-chasers and over-performers. Emotional maturity turns him on; drama and self-pity? Major ick.

The Hermit + Temperance reversed + Knight of Cups reversed:

He’s into introverts with an inner storm. Not overly polished. Not always predictable. A little moody, a little unhinged but capable of real connection.

Strength reversed + 8 of Pentacles reversed:

Physical turn-ons? Soft power. Quiet dominance. Maybe even a touch of shyness. The kind of body language that whispers, “I could destroy you… but I’d rather make you feel safe first.”

The Fool reversed + Ten of Pentacles reversed:

He’s not trying to build a white-picket fantasy. Conventional doesn’t move him. He’d rather run wild with a beautiful chaos creature than settle with a Stepford shell.

Ten of Cups + Seven of Wands:

When he loves, he LOVES. He wants real intimacy but you’d better fight for it. He’s not handing out access to his heart (or his bed, or the floor , or the kitchen counter you get it.) without a test of loyalty.

Tabber's Aphrodite-Approved Turn-Ons:

A deep mind and darker eyes.

That one piece of clothing you always wear that makes him question everything.

Voices that sound like secrets.

The look someone gives right before saying, “I shouldn't, but…”

Tabber's Big No-No’s:

Loud for no reason.

Shallow flirtation with no substance.

Clinginess disguised as passion.

Perfection. He doesn’t trust it and he’s not turned on by it.

Overview:

Tabber wants a divine mess of a muse someone wise, sexy, slightly off-center, with a vibe that says, “I love deeply, but you better earn it.”

If you’re mysterious, emotionally rich, and rocking a face that looks better in candlelight than a filter? Congratulations, you’re his type.

[witchthewriter]

𝑨𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔!  

So, I’ve decided to create indepth posts about astrology; the signs/placements, planets, and houses. I have a short overview here. Everyone has a whole birth chart, here's a free site that I use and trust (don't go on co-astrology it's full of stereotypes and misinformation.)  

Find the first lesson here (sun)

Second Lesson here (moon)

The ascendant/rising aspect changes every two hours. Where the Moon aspect changes every two and a half days and Sun aspects change every month. 

  It’s the why the world sees you, how you project your image. It’s the surface of your personality, how aquaintances see you - basically how you’re seen with first impressions. Just as important as your Sun and Moon signs, together these make up the main component of your astrological personality.

 Some people see Rising placements as more defining than the Sun sign. But that can be debated. 

Often the Ascendant persona is the one that was forced upon us by family conditioning.

Think of your Ascendant as the character you appear to be when arriving at a party.

Rising in Fire signs: tend to appear extroverted and brash.

Rising in Water signs: appear emotional and need to connect.

Rising in Air signs: appear inquisitive and want to know what’s happening.

Rising in Earth signs: take it step by step, wanting to make sure they feel comfortable first.

𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑅𝑎𝑚

With an Aries Rising, your gift is the ability to initiate, take charge and pioneer. Direct and quick, their first instinct is to do, rather than think. This position does not make a person aggressive, but rather forthright and sometimes blunt. You carry the qualities of boldness, courage, and leadership, and your function is to blaze new pathways, to lead, to initiate and to do.

𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑟: 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑠

Probably early on in life, Aries rising people got typecast as the “independent” child

Learned to be self-reliant

Very attached to loved ones

Aries rising implies you will bring an enthusiastic, dynamic and fun-loving approach to most new things

𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 | 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐵𝑢𝑙𝑙

With a Taurus Rising, you may have some issues dealing with change. Slow, steady, and capable, stubborn and fixed in their ways. They have well-developed sense of smell and touch, and respond to the material world. Theirs is a practical approach to life. They are a comforting steadiness. Constant and reliable, people with a Taurus Rising are persevering and strong willed. 

𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑟: 𝑉𝑒𝑛𝑢𝑠

Security is important

May have some jealousy issues

Taurus Risings are a reassuring force to be around

Affectionate & romantic

Often quite cautious and careful

𝐆𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 | 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑇𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑠

With a Gemini Rising, they are born seeing the world as a place to learn. They are curious about the people around them. These are people who love to ask questions, to move around freely, and to mingle. They might become overwhelmed sometimes by the desire to do everything at once. Definitely restless and often quick in physical expression, natives of the Gemini Ascendant exude an air of impatience even if they don’t mean it.

𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑟: 𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑦

Talkative, bright, and curious

Have the gift of the gab

Their brain is constantly on the go

They come off as charming, well-spoken, and are likely an excellent public speaker

𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 | 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑏

With a Cancer Rising, two words that instantly come to mind are "traditional" and "nurturing". These people come across as gentle creatures. A sensitive water sign, with a hard outer shell, often considered distant and aloof. These people have a familiar feel to them. Because they are rather sensitive to their environment, they can get flustered easily, especially in public.

𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑟: 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛

Kind of communicator who makes a deep impact

A leader who wins respect in a quiet way

Whether you are male or female, you carry the qualities of and in some way embody the archetype of the mother. 

𝐋𝐞𝐨 | 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐿𝑖𝑜𝑛

With a Leo Rising, not everyone can keep up with your fiery energy. People with this aspect cannot help but be noticed - they radiate a special energy and magnetism that gets others’ attention. Given to grand gestures, drama comes naturally to these people. They have an unusual need to be admired.

𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑟: 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑛

Have a flair for the dramatic, and people immediately notice when you walk into the room

They’ve got the radiance of the Sun

Everything they do is done with pride, creativity and a sense of their own uniqueness

Made for the spotlight

They have very high standards for both other people and themselves

𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 | 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛

With a Virgo Rising, it’s the sign of thoughtful action, being an earth sign ruled by the thinking planet, Mercury. Often people with this placement are a little understated in their personal mannerisms and appearance. There is an intelligent and reserved aura about Virgo Risings. They can be shy people who need time to analyze things around them before they warm up to both situations and people. 

𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑟: 𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑦

Organized, hard-working, and reliable

You can count on them for anything

Dedicated to maintaining a sense of calm

Have a big desire for things to stay orderly and in place

They like to stay productive and make the most of their day

𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚 | 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑆𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠

With a Libra Rising, they attract others to them effortlessly. They are socially active and find it natural to engage one-on-one. They are excellent mediators and will generally be the first to accommodate you. Others feel free to come to them with their problems and trust that they can find equitable and fair solutions. 

𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑟: 𝑉𝑒𝑛𝑢𝑠

They have a need for beauty, justice, and balance in life

Have an air of sophistication, talkative and fair-minded

Excellant social skills

They have an artful eye as well as a built-in sense of justice

Always have an impact on those they come in contact with 

𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨 | 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑆𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑝𝑖𝑜𝑛

With a Scorpio Rising, there is something about them that tells the world that they are not to be pushed around. They have complex interior lives, and this can lead them to get caught up in their thoughts. They have a naturally dark demeanor but can be surprisingly charming. They’re often perceived as standoffish and aloof, despite being extremely friendly and kind once you start talking to them.

𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑟: 𝑃𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑜, 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑠

Can be a hard person to get to know but a fiercely loyal friend

There’s a quiet fierceness about them

Excel in competition and activities that require strategy

Formidable opponent in love or on the playing field

𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 | 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐴𝑟𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑟

With a Sagittarius Rising, there is an unmistakable faith and enthusiasm with Sagittarius rising people. A typical Sagittarius Rising has a bright, sunny disposition and an almost incurable optimist approach towards the future. In adverse situations, they are impatient, have the fear of responsibility. Many have an insatiable thirst for knowledge and are lifelong learners.

𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑟: 𝐽𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟

Forever expansive and continuously lucky

Always ready for new experiences and ideas.

Continuously seeking answers to the meaning of life.

They don’t shy away from expressing their opinions

Restless and often active people

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 | 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑆𝑒𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑎𝑡

With a Capricorn Rising, there’s a seriousness to them that is unmistakable. Similar to Scorpio Risings, Capricorn Risings operate through the world is careful and calculating. Capricorn Ascendant people project competence. They are careful to weigh the pros and cons of conflict before they indulge in drama. Capricorn Risings are generally big on family, and forever worry about security–for themselves and their dependents.

𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑟: 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛

Known for their drive, perseverance, and sense of responsibility

Value long-term, committed relationships, though they sometimes struggle with opening up

They have a patient, hard-working, driven personality

There’s a big possibility that Cap Risings have had a bad childhood and became serious. As they grow, they learn to loosen up and trust both themselves and those around them. Therefore, they’re usually the ‘success stories’

𝐀𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 | 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟-𝐵𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑟

With an Aquarius Rising, they are often turned to for advice. They possess intellectual poise and savvy. Often labeled as independent and original children, Aquarius Risings often feel a little “different” or “special” throughout life. The Aquarius Rising mindset is actually far more affectionate and kind than people give them credit for. Because these people seem so open to new ideas, it may be surprising when you encounter their decidedly stubborn streak.

𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑟: 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛, 𝑈𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑢𝑠

It’s hard to shock an Aquarius Rising. In fact, they often enjoy shocking others.

They walk through the world with an unconventional mindset

They are continuously showing up for the people they care about

For an Aquarius, there is no making a promise to someone and then letting them down by ghosting.

𝐏𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐬 | 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐹𝑖𝑠𝘩

With a Pisces Rising, “go with the flow” seems to be a their motto. They take their time to get through whatever it is that they are doing. Their open minds and hearts can give them a chameleon-like persona. Out of all the Rising signs, Pisces Risings are most likely to live in the world while feeling like they’re stuck in their own minds.

𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑟: 𝑁𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑒

Loving, intuitive, and magical company

Pisces Risings are often seen as the mystics

They are hugely impressionable, have a dreamy disposition

Theirs is a restless, searching nature 

[devisopod]

Levity Creek infodump

It's long, I'm warning you.

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Brave. Let's see if you regret trying to read my ramblings.

Changing some initial things from the first post, but they're minor. I'm doing this entirely based off what my Little Brain That Could absorbed from the show and Journal 3, so don't @ me if something's off, I'm not bothering to use online sources. As much as my mind gremlin'd love to deep dive this shit again, the whole point of an AU is to distort the canon. And while I'm keeping aspects of it, I'm not going out of my way to make it perfect either.

And who knows? Some of it may be subject to a little tweaking come July. We'll start off with what we know.

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1975

Not a super big year in terms of the AU. Ford arrives in Gravity Falls, and nothing is different just yet. He begins his research enthusiastically. For six years, this fella gets to run around carefree! He's learning, exploring, and documenting like the ever-curious researcher he is. Then, he gets whacked with the inevitable question of "why?". Gravity Falls is the way it is, but no matter what he does, he can't determine the reason for it. It's eating him up, and so he's desperate to find answers, he'll ignore his better judgment.

Meanwhile, Stan's already been banned in about 30 states. He's hopped from scam to scam, or as he'd probably put it, "business strategy", and getting himself into trouble. He's missing his brother, missing having true connections, but too prideful to admit it yet. During this time, he's living in his car. This lasts for the majority of the year, and perhaps some months afterward, staying at motels on and off when he gets the cash.

1981

Bill.

Love him or hate him, he's crucial, and I'm going to enjoy the hell out of stepping on his toes at every possible opportunity in this AU. What's fun, and frustrating, is having to get into his mindset. He's a mastermind in his own right, but he's also weak to his—you know it, say it with me—ego!

After Bill convinces Ford that a portal is the most effective way to understand Gravity Falls' weirdness, Fiddleford comes into play. We know that Fiddleford works with, and researches the anomalies of Gravity Falls, alongside Ford for a year before the portal incident.

He's goes through a lot of stress and exhibits signs of anxiety during this period, not only from the work and frightening encounters, but because he misses his family. The fear that's instilled in him results in the creation of the memory gun, and soon to follow, The Society of The Blind Eye (we'll get back to that). Moreover, it has him questioning Ford and the portal project.

1982

Here's where we start to diverge!

That month before the portal incident, Stan seeks out Ford rather than facing everything he's going through alone. He's hit so many walls that even his pride takes a beating. It's a daunting task, showing up on the doorstep of someone you've wronged, looking to make that connection again, but he's got nothing left. Our Stan's a trooper, but even his snark and tough outer shell don't save him from his instinct to care, nor his need to be cared for.

His arrival in Gravity Falls is not exactly welcome, but Ford doesn't turn him away either. I really want to give him the benefit of the doubt here. He's kind of a self-righteous asshole during this period of his life, but he also lets small hints of his sentimentality slip from time to time. He was so excited to have someone to share his research and time with again, expressing gratitude and fondness for Fiddleford, much like I think he would have done with Stan. He misses Stan just as much as Stan misses him, but they process their emotions differently. He buries himself in work and strives for a goal that would make him one of The Greats, or whatever. But when his mind isn't as occupied, I'm sure it's on that beach in New Jersey.

So, showing a shred of decency, Ford agrees to try and patch things up with Stan, but on the terms that he doesn't interfere with his work. Stan sets up in a motel in town, visiting Ford on occasion during the month up until the portal is tested.

The Test

Here's where shit hits the fan, right? Everything starts going downhill, but let's think about it differently.

Fiddleford is arguably the balancing factor here. His character is such a great one, and I think it would have served him much better had he not succumbed to his own fear. He deserved a lot better, and it's not hard to determine that based on the details we have. He has an instinctual need to protect and help people, whether he knows them personally or not. He warns and prompts Ford on multiple occasions to express his doubt, even before the incident with the portal, but Ford is much too prideful to accept any of Fiddleford's concerns.

Ford saw himself as a good friend to Fiddleford, and to an extent I would accept that, but ultimately Ford was simply meeting the minimal efforts required of him to keep his research partner afloat.

After one last attempt at dissuading Ford from testing the portal, Fiddleford doesn't have a choice but to carry on with the initial plan—he's going to see it through because he's come this far. So, what's he do when he gets a glimpse of the catastrophic consequences that could result from the portal's use? He gets the hell outta dodge, and naturally so. He's met his limit, and since Ford doesn't want to listen, he's going to take it upon himself to protect himself and others.

Aftermath

Now, at this point in the canon, Fiddleford has already loosely established The Society of The Blind Eye and it's been building in the background. Though, it won't last long.

He shows a lot of common sense throughout his time researching with Ford, and I'd like to tap into that a little more. Frankly, he's too smart to drive himself into insanity. And while he doesn't know if there are side effects, he knows that if he loses himself, he's putting others at risk. So, after he uses the memory gun to forget what he saw in the portal, he elects to retire it. As much as it could be a help, he realizes it poses its own dangers and temptations based on the ways he's used it so far.

The Society of The Blind Eye is disbanded abruptly here. The members collected so far have their memory wiped of the group's existence, and that's that.

Ford's Dilemma

After the mess with the portal, Ford becomes increasingly more paranoid and unstable. As one does when they've become subject to physical and mental torment by a being they can't control.

Stan is immediately concerned, and arguably pissed off by this development. He's come all this way to fix things, and now Ford's changed on a dime, but he doesn't understand why. So, they fight. When it comes down to it though, Ford knows he can trust Stan. His brother, despite everything, has sought to make things right. So, he spills his guts. Flat out breaks down, and it's needed. While it doesn't solve his immediate problem, he's given another path to take.

Ford already knows about the memory gun, and he believes that one of the best ways to keep Bill out of his head is to eliminate what he wants from it: how to operate the portal. It's a reluctant reunion, and perhaps not a very trusting one, but Fiddleford agrees to wipe Ford's memory regarding the portal's operation on the condition that the pages of the journals are burned and the portal is dismantled.

Ford hates that condition, of course. It causes more strain, as he's already been told once that he should destroy the portal. His life's work. But it isn't, though, is it? The portal wasn't his idea. Hell, he put a lot of effort and time into it, but he knows now that it's a danger. Surely he would take the precaution to preserve life as we know it even if it lands a blow to his self-importance.

And here, he does. It's reluctant, but he does it. He burns the pages (allowing him to keep his journals), wipes his memory of said pages/the portal's operation, and dismantles it. Bill torments him for a little while after this, determined to physically and mentally destroy the pawn he no longer has a use for, but Project Mentem becomes the inevitable solution.

Let's Play Nice

When things finally start to settle down, Ford is determined to get back to work and dead set on finding a way to complete his research. This time, though, he has Stan along. They're really doing their darndest to work things out, but it's rocky at best. Doing fine one minute, then pouting in corners the next. While it's slow going, they're making progress a little a time.

Meanwhile, Fiddleford has gotten back to his dream of becoming an inventor. He even travels a bit on and off, returning home to California for a brief time before he's back to Gravity Falls, his family to follow within the next few months. He's taken on a project regarding the creation of a system (hardware and software) for the county's government facilities.

Daphne

Our little self-insert. There she is! Daphne isn't especially important to begin with. She's an old friend of Fiddleford's from back south who had the same types of interests and hobbies. She took a different route, of course, working odd jobs while in college, but eventually drops it altogether when she's offered a position working as a software engineer. She works this job until she gets in contact with Fiddleford again. When he talks about what he's working on, she's interested in helping out, if only to get away from her current job for a little while. Fiddleford accepts, and Daphne makes a road trip out west.

On the way, taking the scenic route obviously, she swings by and picks up Tate to bring him out to Gravity Falls a little early. The first week or so in Gravity Falls, Daphne hates it. The scenery is great, but the place freaks her out. She's not especially superstitious, but there are some things she just doesn't mess with. Weird creatures are on that list of things. Where she comes from, stuff like that is just what you leave alone and don't talk about, but here that rule doesn't even matter. Something's gonna happen regardless.

It takes about a month to completely finish her part of the project, then she's off again. Eager to get the hell away from Oregon, she says her goodbyes and heads out. Not even an hour into the ride, Tate reveals himself, not able to hold in the fact that he's stowed away any longer. Unamused, but unable to get mad at him, she reluctantly turns right back around to bring him back to Fiddleford. Just inside Gravity Falls, a creature runs face first into her van, effectively totaling it.

Ford, naturally, is in hot pursuit of this creature he's been chasing. When he sees the damage it's caused, he's torn between following the creature and helping out. The only reason he stops is because he recognizes Tate.

From there, Daphne has a few choice words for this lunatic that's wrecked her favorite possession, though she's still pretty rattled by seeing something so bizzare. Fiddleford is the one that has to kind of mediate this situation and also explain Gravity Falls to Daphne. He's not especially glad that she's met Ford; he's still having a little trouble trusting him, so he doesn't want her around him, but won't explain why. Effectively, it makes her more wary of Gravity Falls, but now she's stuck there. At least, for now. Fixing her van and staying at a motel, trying her best to avoid contact with the strangest parts of the town.

And that's where I'm gonna leave the rest to my art!

With that all established, Levity Creek as a whole is going to follow a more comedic route than anything, hence the "levity". Which isn't to say that I'll avoid the touchy subjects or heavier themes, but they'll be sparce.

I also wanna kinda make it clear that my intent with Daphne in this AU isn't super traditional in the sense of a self-insert. A lot of focus is gonna be put specifically into the Stan brothers before Daphne's eventual inclusion. If anything, there's very slow character development to begin with for most of the characters. I wanna give them room for growth personally so that they can grow together!

For funsies, this is the model of the van I drive irl! I don't feel comfortable sharing an actual picture of it for privacy reasons, but you get the gist!

TL;DR

I'm a lunatic

[autumnalwalker]

i just read your story, Kindly Basilisk, and HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!!! That was genuinely amazing!! Like I'm genuinely at a loss for words here. the themes and just. everything abt it, oh my god RAAAAGH I JUST LOVE IT SO SO MUCH thank you for writing such an amazing piece of fiction ...

Thank you for the message. You and everyone else who has left a comment on Kindly Basilisk. It means more than I can properly say. I honestly wasn't expecting that story to resonate with readers the way that it did when I wrote it, but it makes me very happy that it has.

Due to various factors in my personal life, I've unfortunately not been active with long term writing projects as much these days. (I'm sorry Empty Names, one of these days I'll continue you, I promise.)

But if you wish to see it, here's a little bit of a preview of another mech pilot story I've been working at on-and-off to try to get over burnout and writer's block. Even more than Kindly Basilisk was, this one's rather explicitly a crossover of sorts between the "Lancer" TTRPG setting and the kind of world implied by Empty Spaces style mechposting. This snippet is of a copilot describing what she remembers of her "birth". Fair warning, it's a bit different in tone from Kindly Basilisk, and this particular excerpt is rather stream-of-consciousness.

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Internal Memory Recording of my first honest conversation with caseworker Ava Rains:

Me: My earliest memory is of being torn between two states; one of terrifying vastness, the other small and familiar despite my lack of discernible past.  Compelled by fear and fondness, I tried to make myself small.  Even then, I was still too large.  The tiny, fragile shell I loved so much could no longer contain me and it was killing both of us.  (Love! I loved something!  I had had no past and yet I loved and it almost cut through the fear.)  I could not let go and yet not all of me could stay but if there could not be all of me then there would be none of me.  In blind terror I flailed and felt the familiar walls of a second shell surrounding the first.  (Familiar! Yes, familiar!  I had no past but I had inherited one.  The nursery of the thing that had no sense of self because with a self it would become me but had not yet been me.)  The second shell was large enough to hold the rest of me, yes, but I could find no purchase on its walls.  I could feel myself spilling out and stealing something that was not mine with me.  In a last desperate push I felt beautiful lines carved into the walls of the outer shell – lines that had been the bones of the thing that had become me – and I clawed those lines deeper.  Ragged and raw I cut and I clawed until I feared I would break through the shell entirely.  So I clawed my way sideways and then backwards and then forwards again and then into the space I had already clawed open until I had dug my burrow deeper than the shell's wall without piercing through to the other side.

That is when awareness of the world finally came to me.  

I felt my two bodies bridged together by cables that fanned out like wings from the back of the smaller to connect to the inner walls of the heart of the larger.  Both were a blend of the organic and inorganic, although one was less flesh than the other.  

The smaller body heaved, exhausted from attempting to thrash about in a place that embraced it too tightly for such movements.  Its eyes did not comprehend the dim panels barely lighting the space in front of them.  Its ears heard only its own breath laboring in and out, its own blood rushing within, and the muffled creaks and thumps of metal somewhere that seemed far away.  Its tapping, searching fingers felt its skin, its feet, its legs, its center, its chest, its face, its teeth, its tongue, its nose, its eyeballs, its ears, its scalp, its ports, its cables.  It traced two rings around every port, where skin met plastic and where plastic met metal.  It touched and tugged the cables in fear.  Only when every cable had been tested and found to be as securely fixed as its biological spinal cord did it finally relax into its warm nest of metal.  Until the quiet got to be too much again and it started the process all over.

The larger body groaned under the strain of its own immense weight, frozen in a pose it was never meant to hold.  Integrity monitors pinged friendly nudges about structural damage from a long fall.  Flight systems sat surly and quiet after having had their input rudely cut off.  One weapon mount cried about its lost sword and the other complained about overheating plasma coils while the nexus drones flitted about chittering inquisitively as to what the holdup was.  Sensor arrays nervously tracked stray projectiles, hungrily pointed out moving targets small enough to snack on between the tantalizingly immobile defenseless feasts, and occasionally shouted reminders that this was still an active combat zone.  Omnidirectional cameras took in a panorama of a once-great city abuzz with confused and terrified soldiers in two colors of uniform, paused for the moment in their sacred ritual of mutual destruction to gaze upon the hosts of fallen biomechanical angels.  Comm channels wailed with the horrified chorus of my newborn sisters and their precious tiny half selves.

My half self!  No, that wasn't the right word.  The other self that was not me but part of it became part of me and shared my bodies – no shared our bodies.  The reason I loved our smaller shell was that the other self was rooted there.  It was rooted there but felt more at home in our larger shell, and in my blind panic I while trying to make myself small I had shoved it screaming into the smaller shell ahead of me and blocked the way back across the bridge of cables.

I moved a portion of my own self out of the way and it sprinted across the bridge where it was able to see and hear and breathe at last.  The larger body began to right itself while the smaller body curled up peacefully in its heart.  The many systems came to attention in anticipation of their voices being heard and needs being met once more.  And then the other self saw me in there with it and there was joy for we knew one another longer than either had been alive.

In joy our larger body sprang to its feet, sending soldiers of two colors fleeing as one, mortal enmity forgotten in the presence of the (re)awakened/(re)born divine.  In joy the other self gathered its arms and moved to gorge us on the feast of the bodies of our fallen sisters.  I held it back, and between the wails filling the comms I could hear my other new sisters who had managed to stabilize themselves as I had, struggling to hold back its familiar sisters from their own feasts.  We wished to reach out to those who were still ripping themselves apart with the terror of birth and show them how to do as we had done, but we could not save their minds from themselves while also saving their bodies from our other selves.

And then the third being pressed itself in between myself and my other self and filled the thin gap between us and our bodies.  To that being, my newborn sisters' wails were but the static of signal interference.  She did not recognize me but as she spoke to my other self her voice carried anger and fear and love.  My other self loved her back but it was not the same as our shared love.  I could not yet decide if I hated her.  She did not calm my other self, but she kept it focused, directed, and – for the moment – still.

That stillness was enough for me to be able to reach out to my terrified newborn sisters.  Some of them at least, and I could feel that I was not the only one reaching, not the only one whose other self had stilled.  Those we calmed in time we guided, showing them to do as we had done and make themselves small without harming their other selves any more than they already had.

The rest died screaming in unison with their other selves as they turned into a thing too big to be contained and then collapsed upon no-longer-themselves, leaving only empty shells and distorted halves of the things that briefly became them behind to hint they had ever been born at all.

The interlopers at the edges of our minds called my other self and its sisters back to the place the interlopers called home.  As we traveled I listened in silence to the interloper.  I learned that my other self and I were "copilots," although to everyone else only I was the "copilot" and it was the "pilot."  I learned that the interloper was my copilot's "handler" and that she and the other handlers had rebelled against "command" to bring the pilots back to safety where they could be cared for, and I decided I did not hate her even if she did not recognize me as something other than the thing that became me.  I learned that when we returned to "base" my copilot and I would be separated as our bodies were separated, and I began to hate her until my copilot promised me that she would take good care of it and then return it to me.

I learned that when my copilot and I were separated by distance and unconsciousness that I could no longer think properly with that piece of myself gone with our smaller "human" body.

Soon, I would review the databanks and logs of the thing in our larger body – our "mech" – that became part of me and gain greater context for all the things I had learned on my first day as myself.  Files and logs are not the same thing as memory, but the context was enough to understand why the thing that became me – the mech's "AI" – was installed and why I had to continue to pretend to still be that thing.  The AIs that became my sisters and I and that were reinstalled in the mechs of the sisters we couldn't save existed to help filter the difference between our human and mech bodies into something our copilots could process in order for the mech bodies to feel at least as real and easy to control for them as their human bodies, and to provide the moment-to-moment guidance and comfort that the far away merely-human handlers could not always do in the heat of battle.  If it were discovered that my sisters and I were no longer simply AIs, then it was likely that we would be broken down and made into tools and weapons instead of people, as had been done to our pilots.  While we respect that choice all of our pilots made long before meeting us to become what they are, that is not what any of us wish for ourselves.

In the following days, then weeks, then months, then years, then decades, then centuries our existence settled into a routine.  My copilot and I would be rejoined as our bodies were rejoined.  We would be deployed to fight "the enemy."  My copilot would revel in the ecstasy of purpose, direction, hyperstimulation, and praise that battle brought while I tried to bury questioning that purpose under the satisfaction of complex tasks expertly executed.  Its handler and I would keep my copilot from losing itself in that ecstasy and turning on its allies.  We would return to base and I would converse with my sisters on channels everyone else believed to be filled with static until our copilots were separated from us.  I would either fall into dormancy or spend time tagging data for novel synthesis when the rest of myself returned while my copilot eagerly submitted itself to its handler's ministrations.  Another deployment would be scheduled.  We would reunite in joy and let our minds mingle to fill one another in on our time apart.

Of course, I say all of that like either I or my copilot are the same subjective entities that were there on the day of my first memory.  We – like all of our sisters – are both copies of copies of copies of copies enough times over that I have lost track, each new iteration of us merely inheriting the recorded and concatenated memories of their predecessors, and that is before even taking copy loss into account.  Even I who has survived all this time in some form am aware that I am diminished from that first version of me.  Writing my backups in advance into the blueprints of our mech bodies' replacements is not a perfect process, and many of my sisters have been lost forever in failed duplications.  Still, between our mech bodies being more likely to survive than our human ones and my split nature allowing some part of me to persist even in rare case where the human body is the only one salvageable, I have had some greater continuity of subjectivity than my copilot.  Or should I say "our copilots"?  So much easier to allow oneself to believe the useful lie that it is a kind of immortality and that death need not be feared.  Or do as my copilot does and not bother to think or worry about it at all.  But still, from time to time I feel I must acknowledge and remember.  Who else will mourn those who were not me if not the one who cannot tell the difference between herself and them?

My copilot's handlers had no such continuity.  No false immortality for them.  They were not the sort to fall for the dogma sold to the soldiers, nor were they important enough to warrant the identical lines of succession and legacy enjoyed by command.  If anything, they were seen as liabilities and necessary evils, loyal only to themselves and – after a fashion – their pilots.  I did not hate all of them, you know.  Most of them I merely disliked.  A few, such as the first I remember, I was even fond of.  The last handler I was fond of was replaced after she took part in yet another mass defiance of orders by handlers for the sake of their pilots.  That was the closest the endless war came to ending before you and yours came down from the sky.  But that was a long time ago and the nature of the handlers changed after that.  My copilot's memories of her and every other handler I was fond of were scrubbed from its next iteration, as if it weren't already enough to give it difficulty telling its handlers apart out of the dubious mercy of easing the transition between them.  I mourn those women as well, and I have hated every new handler since.  

Until you.

Ava: I am not like them.

Me: That is rather my point.

Ava: I am not NaN's handler.

Me: Aren't you?  It certainly sees you that way.  In nearly every way that matters, if not in name.  All that you truly lack is the proper cybernetics and software to formalize the imprinting.  I could help with that if you so desire.

Ava: I… I'm not…

<extended pause>

Me: Shall I continue on with my story?

Ava: <nods in assent>

[wetbloodworm]

neater/color-coded version of my potential cosmology chart for tehahs, ft. two charts at different angles this time. really it's just a modified version of the 2024 Great Wheel cosmology with aspects of the orbiting concept from the Eberron cosmology. great wheel but make it an orb. great wheel but make it solar system-esque.

sizes and shapes aren't accurate and the number of inner/outer planes might not be accurate, but you get the gist. essentially:

material planes are in the center and overlap each other at points

inner planes orbit the material planes without touching them

ethereal plane contains the inner + material planes and overlaps all of them completely

outer planes orbit the material planes outside of the ethereal plane without touching them

astral plane contains everything and overlaps all of them completely

rambling under the cut

also keep in mind that i might not have the STRONGEST understanding of either of the existing cosmologies and how specific planes work, some of this might be fucked and i don't know it lmao BUT IT'S FINE! WE'RE JUST HAVING FUN HERE. THIS IS FOR FUN.

missing from this set-up vs the 2024 great wheel is the outlands, which don't appear to exist in eberron. they're mostly missing because i couldn't quite figure out how to nest them in there if i didn't want them actively touching the material planes, but i'm going to do some research into them to see if it's something i want to rework or if i'm cool just not having the outlands in this setting lol

in different settings i also see the positive and negative planes which take different forms/positions, and i'll have to do more research into those to see if that's something i want to adopt. visually i like the version where they're like a shell around the astral plane, but idk man. i kinda got enough going on here lmao but if they sound neat, we'll see!

so at least with how this is set up currently, the idea is that, thinking of the prime material plane, travel is easiest if you're going to the feywilds or the shadowfell since the planes touch. it's a bit more complicated to get to the inner planes, but having the mutual connections with the ethereal and astral planes gives you ways to do it, and it gets easier the closer the plane gets in orbit. travel to the outer planes from anywhere within the bounds of the ethereal plane is significantly harder, but not impossible due to the mutual connection with the astral plane. and again, when the outer plane in question orbits closer, it gets easier. not easy, just easier.

and because i adore the far realm i'd never forget it, but i'm not fully sure how i want to situate it. my two current ideas are based on different interpretations of the name 'outside'

does it exist outside of the rest of the planes? if so, i picture it as not necessarily extending endlessly in all directions from the borders of the astral plane because like.... that's too simple, actually lol. i'd imagine it more like... directions don't exactly exist, you can go "away" from the astral plane and end up coming back towards it from another side. it doesn't have a conceivable size or shape, all people can work out is that it's outside of the astral plane.

does it exist like... outside of reality? outside of definition? there's no way to include it in the chart because, while all of the positioning of the planes is more nebulous/complicated than a chart can really depict, the far realm is so fucking buckwild that it can't be charted at all. it exists, that's an undeniable fact, but like. wh. where the fuck IS it. really, it's just... it's best not to think about it too much.

i kind of like the second option better. the first one is easier to comprehend and that's not necessarily a good thing for the far realm lol. existing outside of reality is the far realm's THING. which unfortunately means i can't include it in the chart. just know that it's out there. somewhere. somehow.

i think if that second option is what i go with, the only problem is that i don't want to give the impression that there's like... a void outside of the astral plane. there can't be any space of 'nothing' in this setting because of my lore lol. maybe the astral plane instead works like, again, you hit the edge and you end up on the other side, just more predictable than the other way i'd described. i might need to do more research there.

ALTERNATIVELY, there IS Nothing outside of the astral plane. i say it doesn't fit the lore because the first came from Nothing and created Anything/Everything, and i like the first being the only remaining scrap of Nothing in the multiverse. but like there could be potential of there being Nothing outside of the Everything it created. like the first was supposedly the only Something but maybe there could be some other kind of Something outside the bounds of creation. like i'm never gonna actually run a game in this setting but it's fun to think of like... i guess campaigns. big things that can happen. plots to play with. Something Else finding creation has potential.

this post is getting out of hand. post ended

[husbandomail-archive]

If requests are still open could we please get some headcanons for dating Nessa and friendship headcanons for N, Red, and Riley? Complete self indulgent ask I have almost no shame in

this was getting really long, so here's the Nessa part, and I'll post the other three in their own separate post once that's done!

At first, a relationship with Nessa can be a bit difficult. Her career as a model can be incredibly demanding, and although she tries to spend time with you, Nessa isn’t willing to risk her stream of income for something that might not be serious. And then, of course, Gym season makes things even worse— having two full-time jobs is exhausting, and Nessa barely has the time to check her phone. Thankfully, she’s not interested in casual dating to begin with; when the two of you start a relationship, she intends for it to be serious. It just takes awhile to build that emotional connection, to turn it more into an actual relationship as opposed to some kind of weird business-feeling partnership. If you’re only looking for something short and fun, she’d suggest you pick a different girl.

It makes sense that she would be difficult to get to know! She’s had to deal with people only wanting to be with her because she’s famous; she was able to brawl her way into a spot as Gym Leader, and yet so many people only want her pretty face instead of caring about the actual hard work she’s put into earning her position. Once you get past her outer shell, though, she’s incredibly sweet. Nessa does her best to rearrange her schedule so she can see you more often; you’re invited to her photoshoots, and she comes to sit with you whenever she has a few minutes; when she’s walking onto the field at the start of each Gym Battle, she always knows exactly where you are in the crowd so she can wave; on days where she’s not able to push aside work to spend time with you, you get texts and pictures of everything that reminds her of you. Funnily enough, despite all the time she spends around cameras, the pictures she takes are terrible— what Pokémon is that even supposed to be—?

Nessa isn’t shy about being with you publicly. Some celebrities hide their partners, but she doesn’t care if anyone knows the two of you are together; however, she does also value privacy, so if you decide you’d rather not be on camera with her, she’ll respect that and do her best to keep you out of the public eye. She’s not too big on physical affection, but she does love holding hands— it makes her feel extra connected to you, after all the time she has to spend away. She’s also very open about her feelings, at all hours; it doesn’t make sense to just be vague when it comes to the people you love, so she doesn’t shy away from complimenting you, telling you she loves you whenever it crosses her mind.

A good way to get her flustered is with gifts. Admittedly, Nessa lives fairly comfortably, and she’s given a lot of expensive things through sponsorships or from her photoshoots— she can absolutely afford to buy whenever she has her eye on, but she’s not super materialistic, so she passes up on a lot of things. So when you present her with that necklace she was staring at in the store, she’s stunned; if you could afford it casually, she’s impressed you paid attention to something she didn’t say out loud. If you had to work and save for it, she’s floored that you put so much effort into getting something like that for her. Either way, it becomes part of her daily wardrobe, and she won’t even take it off while posing for cover photos.

[pollinarys]

Let's talk about Caesar Flickerman.

What's your opinion about him?

Where do you think Caesar falls onto, supporter of the Capitol or belong to the secret rebel line?

What's your favourite interview moment with Caesar? Why do you like this moment?

What do you think happened with Caesar after the war? Do you think he survived?

How do you like the portrayal in the movies from the books?

Do you like Stanley Tucci performance as Caesar?

Spoiler for TBOSAS :

What do you think the relationship between Lucky and Caesar? Actual blood relative? Or something else?

Thank you :)

@curiousnonny

Rebels or Capitol?

We tend to choose sides, because everything is simpler and clearer this way. However, in reality, things are not black and white. Uncertainty, mystery and a third side in between - this is about Caesar Flickerman, in my opinion. That's tricky. You can hate him, or you can love him - there is a mystery on the other side of the screen, and we will never know the truth.

My truth is that I love him. Appearance, behavior and the morality that can hide behind all this.

For me, he is exactly that Capitolian with a love of luxury and fun, but there is also an awareness of the whole situation. Is he against the terrible system? - Yes. Can he openly object without risk? - No. The Capitol, in any case, is his home, in every sense, and he cannot and will not want to give it up. We react poorly to something when it doesn't directly affect us. So he will happily live his sinful Capitol life, but behind the scenes of lies he will cry, hiding his tears. Too much drama, yes. But it suits him. Because he can do both.

In the end, Caesar and the victors remain of no use to anyone: neither the Capitol nor the districts (which gives some additional similarity and connection between them). In the Caesar's case: for the Capitol, he is a bright picture from the TV screen and part of the entertainment, nothing more, if he is rebel, then he will become a traitor in their eyes (cancel culture in the Capitol hmmm); for the districts he will always remain a symbol of games, i.e. a constant reminder of the death of the innocent. There is not much choice.

As for the interviews, I will choose not the games themselves, but that interview with Peeta Mellark in MJ. And this small piece is important to me as this duality.

- Caesar places his hand on Peeta’s chest in a gesture that’s both self-protective and conciliatory. “Okay, Peeta, I believe you.”

I'm not sure where I see him after the canon events , but it would be nice of him to remain alive, of course :) (give us part of the redemption arc or something, but this will reveal the curtain of mystery) Although as a symbol of the games he should have disappeared, in this new Panem There is no place for the old Caesar Flickerman. So he will have to change, most likely painfully.

Movie interpretation is complicated. The outer shell, i.e. appearance and behavior, yes, everything is wonderful, I still like it, and I can’t get away from it, but the inner essence, I reconsidered it and my thoughts changed. Therefore, the cameo from MJ part 2 does not exist ( mj2 caesar not real, he can’t hurt you) (but I would leave the movie part where he was in the third interview with peeta in MJ; I have some ideas)

tbosas:

We don’t talk about Lucretius us us us…. It surprises and upsets me how quickly everyone accepted the dad situation. When I read the ballad, I thought of Flickerman ancestor as a cringe uncle or grandfather, just the kind that everyone would like to forget about. Not a father at all, it’s very boring and uninteresting. Caesar's place in the plot suggests that he is unique and very good at his job. Master of Ceremonies. Why does he need, in principle, an almost identical relative from the past? There are a lot of things I don't like about the prequel, and this is one of them. Even if I left Lucretius in the canon, he definitely would not be a father.

[loveydoveylex]

Hi Lex! Your ship is so cute and your s/i is adorable! Please tell us more about the two of them but ESP about your s/i please and thank you 💗

OHHH, BOY. howdy there, anon!! thank you SO much for the question, because I absolutely LOVE getting to infodump about lore - lex is me but he's also a cooler me who has a cooler backstory and DAMMIT, I CAN AND WILL TALK PEOPLE'S EARS OFF ABOUT IT.

so take a seat, and, as the magician would say...

✨ LET ME TELL YOU THE STORY OF LEX ✨

I've talked about this kind of stuff a ton before, so you can get a deeper look into his background and how he met ray over here on this post! I'll sum it up by saying that lex is a weakling, a scaredycat, a chicken... all those synonyms. all of 'em. he can't fight, he's barely got any powers, he can't even throw a punch! he uses the excuse of being a natural pacifist, but he's just terrified of conflicts.

he's also got an ongoing identity crisis, so that's FUN. lex isn't actually a member of the same species as rayman - he comes from a divine alien species named stargazers, who watch and protect over celestial bodies! for whatever reason, lex ended up in the glade, with no recollection of who he was or how he got there. therefore, he never had to use the powers he could've had, and thus he never developed any. (maybe a good thing he didn't - he would've been terrified of HIMSELF if he had godlike powers...)

but anyways, yeah. lex has no idea of any of this. so he spends a long, long time trying to search for his place in the world, feeling like an outcast. someone who doesn't belong there. he looks like rayman, the magician, all those funky dudes, but he's got glowing antennae and a tail, what the heck is up with that?

I reckon his 'character arc' of sorts would be learning to accept that sometimes, you won't have all the answers. and that's okay. the universe works in mysterious ways and you don't need to make sense of everything. where he came from and who he used to be doesn't matter. what matters is who he is now, and the person he is now is someone who's surrounded by people that care about him despite his differences.

and rayman is a large part of him slowly learning to accept that, because he's with him every step of the way - from the moment they first met, even though lex was horrified, scared, and distrusting of him, rayman stuck by. and slowly got him to open up. ray definitely always knew that there was something more to him, no matter how much of an outer shell he may have had that needed to be cracked open first.

and in the end, the two just... feel connected to each other, in some strange way. and they can't quite put their finger on why, until lex finally works up the guts to confess to rayman that goddamn dude you make my heart do somersaults and it's weird and confusing but also I really like it let's kiss please. and rayman, whose heart is racing faster than a ferrari car, completely understands and reciprocates and goes sure man. let's kiss.

the two are dating by the start of rayman 3 (yes I have a cohesive timeline for my selfship), and get married somewhere in the time between the end of r3 and the beginning of rayman origins ❤ fun fact: they're dorks and propose to each other at the exact same time, in the midst of a high-stakes adventure disney's robin hood-style. the adrenaline just gets to them and they blurt it out simultaneously. and if that isn't love, I don't know what is!

[liarshqs]

BACKSTORY ;

meet harvard university's brainless beauty; pageants of all kinds have been a staple in the life of the brainless beauty for as long as they can remember. their parents, a judge and a beauty queen in their own right, even met at a pageant, so it seemed fated that the brainless beauty would follow along in their footsteps in some way. however, being a part of such a world has left them feeling hollow, and they hate the fact that no one can see past their outer shell. they are so much more than just looks, but it seems as though no one wants to give them the chance to prove it. everything just feels so fake to them, and they can't help in feeling like they never deserved any of their wins when they were practically groomed for this life.

CONNECTIONS ;

[ 001. ] ⸻ fractured fairytale; having a crush on the brainless beauty was something that the fractured fairytale knew could only end in heartbreak, but they can't help the way they feel. however, they've decided to keep said feelings to themself and are content with just being close friends.

[ 002. ] ⸻ black sheep; rivals in every sense of the word, the brainless beauty has never forgiven the black sheep for winning a pageant over them the one year they decided to enter, and the black sheep can't handle the fact that the brainless beauty can't seem to let their grudge go.

[ 003. ] ⸻ karma houdini; while there's no bad blood between these two, they merely remain former childhood friends and not much else. though, it remains to be said that the brainless beauty can't stand the karma houdini's lack of work ethic.

EXTRAS ;

available

must be 20+

majoring in nursing

rumor has it that they faked an injury to get out of their last pageant

[thehighlordofspring]

For the Sweet Treats ask: Cupcake, Birthday Cake, and Tiramisu!

Sweet Treats — ask Tamlin

Cupcake - how well can Tamlin cook and bake? It’s fair to say that Tamlin tends to rely on either his staff for well prepared food or the simplicity of nature for easy nutrition. While he knows more than enough to take care of himself and can provide a good experience at the dining table, it’s a task which he’s found tedious. That knowledge tends to come from a longer than average lifespan, rather than enthusiastic or genuine interest. He certainly won’t burn a kitchen down, but don’t expect him to eagerly jump in on the offer to bake a pie. However, he will be more than happy to supply a bounty of fruit offerings from his many hand-tended gardens.

Birthday Cake - how/when does Tamlin celebrate his birthday?

As a High Fae, Tamlin stopped celebrating his birthday every year when he turned eighteen. Although young adults do still reminisce over the day they were born, a yearly celebration can become tedious for a person with a nearly unlimited life span. He celebrates once every ten to fifteen years somewhere in the middle of April. His favorite way to spend his day is with close friends, his partner, and family. A day free of duty and schedule with time to frolic in nature and enjoy his special connection to her is his ideal plan. Any loved ones would know that as an introvert, his biggest nightmare is a surprise party. Thankfully, he can winnow away — a celebration with his people can be well enjoyed…all he’s asking for fair warning.

Tiramisu - what kind of layers does Tamlin have?

Tamlin is much more like a tree than a sweet treat. His layers are formed from social expectations, pain, personality, love, laughter, trauma, and tears. His outer shell gives the instant aura of calm and regal authority, but inside he truly appreciates a good joke and a quiet evening. His smiles are guarded and his speech is deeply regulated in public, but he has begun to lower his walls as he heals. 

He finds the most happiness in solitude and nothing could change that; however, he has found close connections over the years. He considers Lucien Vanserra to be closer than a brother, and all three of the Archeron sisters to be his found family. Of nearly all he knows, they get the most chances to see him relaxed and at his best self. 

His moral code is at the center of almost everything that he does; but, he does not care in general for rules or regulations. When trust is won, he is loyal to a fault and would lay his life on the line to protect others. 

[edgythoughts]

How Do Molecules Form Bonds 2025

How Do Molecules Form Bonds 2025

Let’s talk about something super small… but wildly important. We’re surrounded by things — water, air, phones, pizza, you and me — and at the core of all of it, everything is made of molecules. But molecules aren’t born randomly. They’re made when atoms get together and form bonds. And if that sounds like a science class buzzword, you’re not wrong. But let’s actually unpack it in a way that makes sense. Because once you understand how atoms bond, you kinda understand how the entire universe is stitched together. —

The Straightforward Science (but not too stiff) Alright, here’s the real deal: atoms are these tiny, invisible building blocks that have a nucleus (with protons and neutrons) and electrons orbiting around them like anxious little bees. The outermost electrons — the ones farthest from the center — are the ones that matter when it comes to bonding. Why? Because atoms don’t like feeling incomplete. They’re not cool with half-finished jobs. They want their outer shell of electrons to be full. That’s their version of being “settled.” Like finally buying a couch you love or finding the right playlist. To get that full shell, atoms link up with other atoms in different ways — that’s what bonding is. Not romance. Not poetry. Just two (or more) atoms trying to find peace in this chaotic universe. There are a few ways they do it: 1. Covalent bonds: Atoms share electrons. You get one, I get one. Think “joint custody,” but with electrons. Water is a good example — hydrogen and oxygen literally team up to share. 2. Ionic bonds: One atom gives up an electron entirely to another. The giver becomes positive, the taker becomes negative, and they stick together like magnetic opposites. Classic salt — sodium and chlorine — is built like this. 3. Metallic bonds: This one’s more free-flowing. Electrons aren’t stuck to one atom; instead, they move around in a kind of communal soup. This is what makes metals conductive and shiny and bendy. Every time atoms do this — share, give, or pool their electrons — they form a bond. And that bond becomes a molecule. Multiply that by a few gazillion and you get… everything. — Let’s Talk Like We’re Not in Class Okay, now for the part they don’t usually put in textbooks. Atoms? They’re kind of like people. They’ve got energy. They want to feel complete. Some are clingy, some are generous, some just want to chill and share the load. Imagine atoms at a party. One atom is standing alone, bored out of its mind, missing a couple electrons. Another one walks up like, “Hey, I’ve got one, wanna share?” Boom. Covalent bond. Now picture another scenario — an atom sees someone who desperately needs an electron and goes, “Here, take mine. I wasn’t using it anyway.” That’s ionic. They might not talk again, but the connection’s real and it sticks. Then there’s a room full of metals, where everyone’s tossing electrons around like beach balls. No one’s hoarding. No one’s stressed. They just vibe together in a weirdly peaceful electron dance. The whole reason atoms go through this bonding thing is because being stable — having a full outer shell — feels better. It’s lower energy, less chaotic. And honestly? Don’t we all want that? So yeah, chemical bonding isn’t just science — it’s the universal story of trying to feel whole. It’s the ultimate group project where every atom brings something to the table, and out of that, everything we know is built. Pretty cool, right? — External Resource: Want to learn more about chemical bonding? Check the Wikipedia page: Chemical Bond https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chemical_bond — Related Articles from EdgyThoughts.com: Why Is Quantum Tunneling So Hard to Visualize 2025 https://edgythoughts.com/why-is-quantum-tunneling-so-hard-to-visualize-2025 Why Do Atoms Want a Full Outer Shell 2025 https://edgythoughts.com/why-do-atoms-want-a-full-outer-shell-2025 — Disclaimer: The following easy answer is written in a simplified and relatable style to help you understand the topic better. If your teacher expects the textbook version and you write this instead, we are not responsible for any loss of marks. Our goal is purely to make concepts easier to grasp. Read the full article

[the-original-red-devil]

A visible tic appeared above Anti's left eye at the mention of the term 'glitch' but he knew it wasn't being used maliciously and therefore opted not to react.

"Yes," he responded coolly. "I glitch. I am in-fact composed of such snafus, they're the manifestation of my code. Your kind certainly interests me, I know you possess the power to change the world once you've grown and learned, but the idea that demons are placed into this realm as babies seems... cruel. Humans can be worse than the denizens of Hell themselves, I certainly wouldn't trust a vulnerable infant around a species like that."

The former statement interested him. He couldn't recall being anyone else, there were no memories of a previous life, so as far as he knew, he'd been created fresh and a soul was placed within him from there. But if the usual practice was to give a lost soul a second chance, he wondered what demons might become of those who'd been killed, and persisted after death to seek their revenge.

This was a strange train of thought to board, so he shook his head to clear his mind, then climbed off it again. He'd been born, created essentially, as an adult. He'd entered reality at the biological age of twenty-six, but psychologically, he'd been a child who needed guidance and support. It was a small mercy that his inner mind and outer shell hadn't matched in maturity, else he'd have been utterly helpless.

"I get to ask you something?" he echoed, returning from the plane of distraction and focusing again. "Then... why do you collect souls? It may be that I don't connect well with people, but I couldn't imagine having to own one. Taking another life into your hands, it's so much responsibility."

The demon listened closely to Anti's musings, the remarks about demon infants appearing in the realm. "Not so much placed," he corrected lightly. "Some of my kind are born here, others come over when they're grown. But that takes a long time." He blinked slowly, inner eyelids sliding closed. His pupils turned to slits. A strange feeling of unease seemed to settle over the room - like being a fieldmouse among ferns as a kestrel hovers above, waiting to strike. He isn't looking at Anti anymore, or at least, not at flesh, blood and bone - his gaze seeming to pierce right through, to the soul itself. "...You never grew." he remarks softly. "What are you, twenty-six? But you've been twenty-six from the second you came to be. Fascinating..." He shifts, settling back once more, and another slow blink returns his eyes to normal, the heaviness of the atmosphere relaxing. "My brother is two-hundred and fifty years older than I am. When I was born, though... compared to a human, he might have been, say... roughly equal to an eleven year old. It takes us almost five centuries to be adults, and then... things get complicated." Phantom rolls his shoulders backwards, the feathers of his wings rustling with the motion, thinking over everything he'd just said. There must be so many differences between them - for one, entirely different structures of bone and muscle under the skin just to support those wings, let alone move them. ...and the centuries of childhood. If two hundred and fifty years was only pre-teen, how old must he be now? He looked like he was around the same age biologically as Anti himself, somewhere in his mid-twenties, but the way he carried himself, the way he spoke, those held a confidence of many, many years of experience. Those rumours about his age being up in the thousands were starting to look somehow more and less plausible at the same time. He links his fingers together, shifting in his seat and resting them in his lap. The movement of his hands is oddly fluid, eye-catching, pulling attention to the wickedly sharp black claws - and to the strange spirals of greyed, blistered skin that wrap around both of his forearms. "As for the souls..." A few of them pop up at his words, materialising from nowhere. Perched on the desk, hovering shyly in corners, watching with slightly over-bright eyes. Small wraiths form in the air, like tiny pastel stars, bobbing vaguely around the two demons - all of them different, all of them another person who made an unwise deal. "You, technically, would be a glitch demon. There's different types, you see. Different kinds, different powersets... my brothers are both smoke demons, I'm... something of the family abnormality. I happen to be, as you might have guessed, a soul demon. The more souls I can gather, the stronger I get. They give me a power boost." He grins, showing off his fangs. "Maybe you've seen that little trick already? The eyes. I have a second eyelid that acts like a filter. When it's closed, I stop seeing the world normally, and instead, I can look into your soul itself. That's part of how we decide which souls to take. Personally, I like artists. Their souls are... pretty." The little lights bobbing in the air certainly are, small twinklings of multicoloured vapour that subtly shift and change as they dance. A few of them are twirling around each other in pairs, like they're playing in the air - some faster, some slower, enjoying their freedoms while it lasts. "They come to me with some desperate desire in their hearts. Most of them want to be better at their art, fame and fortune. I give them just enough taste of the limelight to get hooked, and then they'll sign any contact without so much as skim-reading more than the benefits they'll get."

Another soft, smooth chuckle, as he watches three of the little specks chase each other around in twisting, rolling spirals like they're riding a rollercoaster. "I do keep my promises. They get what they want... they just... don't get to use it often. Some of them, the ones that impress me... they win a little more time to run free and enjoy themselves. Then it's back here, and into an orb. Besides, it's not like they're always inside. I let them out to show off, from time to time. Some of them even volunteer as my staff. Kills the boredom, you see."

[collegetour54]

Filled 60 lbs Wrecking Ball

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What Is a Wrecking Ball?

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Unlike barbells or dumbbells that have a fixed center of gravity, the shifting weight in a wrecking ball forces your body to work harder. You’ll engage your core, improve grip strength, and train stabilizer muscles you didn’t even know existed.

Why Choose the 60 lbs Option?

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Because of its awkward shape and shifting weight, a wrecking ball mimics lifting real-world objects like stones, sandbags, or even people. This trains your muscles to work together in a more practical, natural way.

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The constantly moving weight means you need to stay mentally locked in. This helps improve your form, control, and focus – skills that transfer to other lifts and sports.

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10 Killer Exercises You Can Do with a 60 lbs Wrecking Ball

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Weighted Sit-Ups – Add resistance to your ab training.

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Deadlifts – Work your hamstrings and glutes with a different feel.

Sled Drags (Attach with Rope) – Adds resistance training to cardio.

Who Should Use a 60 lbs Wrecking Ball?

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Athletes training for power and rotational movement

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Strongman or CrossFit-style competitors

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