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wheremyscalesslither · 5 years ago

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Legitimate question because I'm interested in reptile breeding (not for profit, I'll probably keep most of the babies) how do you make sure you aren't inbreeding? Do you keep charts? Do you screen for genetics like mammal breeders? Just curious

Ive been trying to find out where to start on this basically all day. I feels like theres so much i have to infodump to explain my decisions.

Tl; dr: i do not consciously pair related animals, except in one circumstance- i will explain below.

Keeping in mind that my explanations are very heavily centered on the ball python breeding community, here's the background:

Nearly no one keeps track of parentage in ball pythons because it is seen as unimportant. This is due to some different factors:

The belief that heritable issues are very rare, even with inbreeding, and past experience has shown inbreeding doesn't really cause issues.

The belief that few things other than morph (color/pattern) are inheritable (ie. Many breeders do not consider temperment to pass on)

And, from my view point, it's to hide inbreeding, because even though its not looked down upon in general, we do know it tends to make less fit animals, and has the potential to create problems, even if they are rare.

Moreso the 1st than the others.

As far as I know there isnt any kind of genetic screening available for pythons, certainly not anything affordable and accessible 😭 theyre still working on the kinks for ball pythons, though i hear corn snakes are coming along nicely for that and its been expanded for many colubrids. They can take sheds and evaluate for morph based on parents iirc.

Personally, i don't have to keep track of lineage in any formal way because i have so few. I only have 17 ball pythons, two of which are related males, and two of which are nonbreeding/pet only males. That leaves me with no potential for inbreeding, unless i was to do something weird with the offspring of the related males, which isnt necessary or part of my breeding goals. When i start breeding the same male to multiple females, i will certainly keep better track, but its not really that urgent because the breeding males i have dont have many morphs that overlap, again aside from the related males.

Even though it isn't necessarily seen as problematic, i just cant justify inbreeding. The circumstances people typically inbreed are as such:

They dont see a problem with it, therefore it isnt unethical- for me, i am aware of the potential harm it can cause.

No one else is working on the recessive project they have, so they cannot find mates to breed with their snakes- i ended up with 2 breeding pairs because i really wanted to avoid inbreeding

They want to save money, so making a clutch and pairing a brother and sister is cheaper than buying a whole snake, typically- doing things in line with my ethics is more important to me than saving a bit of cash.

Theyre working to prove out a gene. This is where my exception comes in.

When trying to prove a new morph out, in order to have it accepted as a morph by the bp population, eventually you're gonna have to breed it back to its parent.

Take Whiskey for example.

She is an imported ball python. Her mom was roaming Africa, got caught, laid eggs, got released, and those eggs were incubated, and Whiskey popped out. Because she is not from a known captive animal, despite the fact she looks almost identical to mahogany, I cannot call her that. I will need to prove her out to make sure her pattern and color are not simply flukes, that it produces the same effect as mahogany, and that pairing her with a mahogany creates homozygous mahoganies.

Here's how most people do it:

Take the import, and breed it to a recessive gene or a normal. This will enable any offspring to be readily identifiable as similar or dissimilar to the parent. It will also prevent other morphs from interfering with the look of the individuals.

Hold back an offspring of the opposite sex to grow out, preferably one that looks like the import parent. However, if no offspring look like the parent, it could be a recessive gene, so a normal may be necessary to hold back.

Pair the offspring to the parent, await results. You get babies that look like the import, congrats you have a new morph.

Now, sinxe Whiskey looks so similar to some lines of the mahogany morph, and because some folks said she could possibly be a chocolate, i made a different move to prove her out, to hopefully avoid inbreeding through the usual procedure. I bought a chocolate mahogany male. If the offspring look like super mahoganies or super chocolates, then i have a very clewr answer. And if not, then I'll likely just have to hold back a male offspring that looks like Whiskey and breed her to him. 🤷‍♀️ there isnt really a different way to avoid inbreeding in the case of proving out new morphs.

Does this answer the question? XD

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dbssh · 5 years ago

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2, 5, 7, 15, 22, 24 (a LOT i know) anyone you want really but i was thinking vic and aja

NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR SENDING TOO MANY I LOOVE THISSSS

2. What is their weapon of choice, and what weapon do they dislike using the most?

Aja is best with hand-to-hand and also likes to use staffs (as much as i like the concept of aja with a sword the uh. lethality of it is not her style). She hates guns and wont use them unless she has no other option and then she still would rather throw a punch.

victor uses enchanted weapons, primarily his big magic gun that does whatever i need it to do to make the scene work. he's impressively capable as a spellslinger with no weapons as well, though hes bogus with any melee weapon or hand-to-hand, or anything that requires physical strength.

5.What kind of weather makes them happy, and what kind makes them sad?

hm. neither of them really like thunderstorms, bad memories and all. Aja still does like the rain, though, especially the grey air right after the rain has stopped. She also loves foggy mornings, and snow. Victor would prefer All Weather to Stop Forever and generally doesnt go outside :/

7. What clothing do they like to wear, and what do they wear most often?

aja wears a lot of stuff! she loves dresses though and the only thing keeping her from only having dresses is the impracticality of fighting for your life in a floor-legnth sundress. And the fact that she has to handmake all pf her clothes and she cant really sew (fine motor control issues) and she hates asking people to do stuff for her. She basically just wears the same two outfits over and over because of that fact.

victor wears very plain and practical clothes, with the exception being that it all has to be loose as fuck. even though he's transitioned fully (top surgery and been on t for like literal decades) he still HATES anything that shows off his body. he also must at all times wear gloves, its required.

15. Where in their body do they keep stress or tension?

Aja is her shoulders, and she also balls her fists a lot. Victor clenches his jaw really hard without noticing he's doing it.

22. What are they like when they get sick? Do they have a particular system (ears, lungs, etc) that illness gravitates to?

neither of them can really get sick anymore cuz theyre semi-immortals but when victor could get sick he tended towards fevers. he was a pretty sickly kid.

24. How do they react to being physically injured or undergoing medical treatment?

aja hates it she hates it so much. injury she can usually ignore but she hates someone else being close to her body. the only person allowed to touch her if she's hurt is hutch, which isnt great because Hutch's medical knowledge is. not great.

victor literally just ignores it which he's triply capable of post-lichy-business because he isnt rooted in his body anymore and his sensations are literally almost entirely numb. He could be walking around like that monty python sketch with no limbs and be like "no im fine! tis but a scratch aha nothing to see here im going to keep working!" its not necesarily self-destructive he just views his body as disposable and second in importance to his work.

#asks #oc talk #ordovicians #oc: aja #oc: victor

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sanguinarius-archive · 5 years ago

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Hey! Could I get to know some of your headcanons about dickfigures/your designs for them? :D

ya ya sure!!!!

i already have my designs for them up if you havent seen, here they are!

as for headcanons idk how long this post will be so ill just add a read more for anyone who might not wanna scroll thru it all lol

red!!!!!

his real name is rowan bc i thought it was cute, also it means “little red one” which is eVEN BETTER

he’s nonbinary masc and bisexual! the self projection is REAL

he has adhd

most of my headcanons kinda flow into my own version of dick figures because i’m not very Satisfied with canon NJSJDNSKM so like. for example red doesn’t just kill people or whatever. he gets into fights and has scars and wears bandaids a lot bc of them

he graduated college with blue, he got a bachelor’s degree in fine arts (honestly idk how college works bc im a grade 10 baby so if thats like totally wrong just let me know also im. canadian so idk how american school system works LOL)

red got suspended a lot in high school but never expelled. mostly bc he got in fights that were mainly him protecting stacey from shitty people (he sees her as his sister so he was rlly protective) and the school wasnt really sure what else to do so they just. you know. suspended him a bunch of times hoping itd do something but it didnt

he hates his dad! reason being is bc when he was born, his dad was actually an alien able to disguise himself as human, so he wanted to take red back to his home planet cuz red turned out to be more powerful than anything his dad had ever seen. but red’s mom was like Nope, so she snuck out with him and his plush cat (kitty amazing) and they were never found. red is very close with his mom and is scared of his dad coming back someday

we know he canonically likes rlly loud music so im just gonna project here and say he’s a metalhead. at least, some form of it. he likes the alt scene music and industrial rock. examples being deftones, nine inch nails, skinny puppy, rage against the machine, kittie and others. it keeps him focused and calm

bLUE!!!

we know blue was bullied as a kid but i dont wanna say red also bullied him bc i feel like thats just wrong to me? MAYBE ITS NOT ACTUALLY but it just makes me sad so like. lets say red, being as protective as he is, stood up for blue a lot cuz he was like “oh this kid cant fight” so he knew what to do

blue dated pink for awhile but they mutually agreed to break up after blue realized this wasnt what he wanted (he came to the conclusion that he was gay, well, he knew for awhile but it was Internalized Homophobia)

he grew up in a very conservative family so to see the world completely differently by meeting red, ems (lt), pink and stacey was a very good thing for him. unfortunately even tho his family did love him, it was conditional so they stopped talking to him after he came out. thankfully he’d already graduated high school by that point

despite being emotional blue isn’t very good at understanding how he’s an emotional person. he’s able to distinct one feeling from another and analyze them, but it’s just... hard for him to kind of. process WHY he feels a certain way? which is what’s led to a lot of his struggles in getting closer with ppl

he loooves reading and writing we already know this but i mean come on. he also got a bachelor’s degree in english/ela. so he’s able to become a teacher ig but he doesn’t really want to? at least not for awhile yet

blue was ems’ first friend. at first he couldn’t understand why they had tics but decided he shouldn’t get into someone else’s business. he didn’t find it weird, just cool!

he and red would always pair up for projects if they had classes together!!!!!! blue would do the writing/research and red would do the illustrations. they always turned out really good even if it ended with red cramming it at the last minute

surprisingly hates broseph more than red. well i mean its not surprising, because broseph was always a huge DICK to him

blue’s real name is wyatt!!!!! i forget the meaning but i felt the sound of it and the meaning fit him well

piiiiink!!!!!!!!!!

she’s still in college, getting her doctorate to be an astrophysicist!

pink is very very smart and will help anyone who’s struggling with something in school. she was basically the genius who always got in the honor roll every year. but, she actually was really anxious especially with exams

pink encourages stacey to go back to school, and sometimes stacey does, but she always ends up leaving again. it’s a little stressful but pink has hope for her

she’s never drank one sip of alcohol in her entire life. she smoked weed once, but it felt weird so she didn’t do it again

ever since she and blue broke up she’s been very supportive of him bc she herself is bisexual!!! so she sees nothing weird about it. in fact, about almost a year later she started dating stacey

pink’s real name is lily. when she became friends with blue she met red through him and she was like “can i join your nickname thing” and they said “sure” so they called her pink. stacey sometimes calls her pinky or just pink but mostly lily

pink helped red with academics. even tho he was sometimes insufferable to work with (/j thats a Joke i promise she’s a very patient person) she didn’t give up on him!!!! in return he helped her out with some fitness stuff cuz pink was always insecure about gym, and later when she graduated she actually got into exercising bc of red!

she loves travelling and going for walks. she owns a lot of houseplants and she’s given them all names and takes very good care of them! she also owns an albino ball python named Velvet

STACEYYY!!!!!!!

stacey is nOT actually all about sex this time ok. i don’t like that. i mean she did have some personality in canon but it wasn’t much? anyways she just really likes to express herself thru tight/”risque” clothing like fishnets and leather and pleated skirts and thigh-highs and platform boots, all of that. basically she’s a goth girl but doesn’t really “act” like one

she’s really intelligent when it comes to animals and insects and will tell you anything you need to know. when she goes back to college she gets a degree in environmental science

stacey can play the electric and bass guitars!!!! she was in a band back in high school but it never really went anywhere beyond performances at parties in someone’s garage. not that she didn’t like it, looking back on it makes her feel happy, but she wished it continued. probably why she has a hard time going back to college bc she’s not sure what she really wants

stacey is a trans woman btw!!!!! unfortunately it was a little difficult in high school to be who she was bc some kids were jerks, but there were a lot of others who supported her which is good

she views red as her brother as well and they still hang out a lot

i haven’t really had time to focus on stacey and make headcanons and stuff for her so i don’t have a lot but... let’s say, secretly, she’s a scifi nerd. and for the sake of debate, let’s say she’s a marvel fan. if you count being a fan of deadpool as being a fan of marvel

LOVES GIRLS.... loves pink!!!

has very similar music taste to red’s!!!!!

emssss!!!!!!! (lt)

instead of being a stereotype of ppl with tourette’s syndrome, it’s just a normal thing that isn’t focused on a whole lot. it doesn’t make ems swear but if they get really really frustrated they’ll curse while doing one of their tics

ems is agender, i’d say they’re also ageless but i don’t really want to make them too “nonhuman” because i feel like that’s dehumanizing to people with tourette’s. so let’s just say most laws of existence don’t apply to them

they’re very friendly!

they’re an aspiring musician, just like in canon

ems is also big into horror movies believe it or not. they’re pretty critical of them though like most horror movie fans, and only like specific ones (i’m not a horror movie fan myself so i can’t say what Specific Ones they like ajsdhbjn just imagine they have good taste okay)

they r very artsy too and like doing crafts cause it gives them something to focus on. it’s just a hobby though it’s not something they’re Professional at

they love nature and flowers and trees and all kinds of plants and animals!!! they like to document what they see when they travel thru nature and stuff so they bring a camera with them (and their phone, but, you know whatever)

ems was never really affected by things people said to them regarding their syndrome. to them it was something they were born with, so they couldn’t bother to feel bad about themselves. in certain situations theyre able to control it but 90% of the time they don’t care about what ppl think

aaaand there u go!!! as for minor characters like raccoon, jason/trollz0r, broseph, dingleberry, they all exist (raccoon isnt a racist stereotype tho), i just dont focus on them a whole lot. most of my hcs for stacey and ems here were thought up on the spot since i havent had time to lay out all my ideas for them but i hope what i have here is good !!!!

also, red and blue ARE dating, and pink and stacey ARE ALSO dating. gay rights

#asks #dick figures #Anonymous

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luziflor · 8 years ago

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Update (long post)

So I wouldnt say I was astral projecting today. Much more of lighly travelling up there and getting to some sort of inbetween spot between here and there, maybe?

Background: Years ago in my coven my mentor had us do a meditation exercise. We would visualize roots growing from where we stood, and tree branches growing up from us. It would lead you into a starry space, and she taught us to put up a ward and shield there. You would then travel into the tree to get to something that was supposed to be a personal temple, to meet with your deities and such. Not really the same as astral home. So im gonna like.... push it up there. Or something. Point is, I have a home thing already its just not really in the right location yet, but is close-ish maybe. Another problem i have with this though is that I used to be into thoughtforms. I had a few, and they had pet dragons. We had a lovely home with lots of wooded areas and a sea and everything. I could tell that one was strictly in my head at the time though, as I used to get severe headaches and even feel the energy in my brain severely shift. Thats a different story, but causes me to again question if im actually doing anything or just creating more thats only my brain (then again, ive heard of egregores being able to see egregores of others or travel to their homes.... ). Clearly, I have some things to work through.

About the home/temple that was already there - literally was created by 16 year old me after seeing an aesthetic pic on tumblr. Maybe I can find it again but I really doubt it. Anyways, the inside is light and dark blue marble. It has gold accents, and greek styled columns. The whole thing is really an old greek looking place. I recall I had a waterfall or something in there that would cause severe damage to a real house but I liked the look so it didnt bother me. There is a white greek statue of a woman in there but I could not tell you who it is. To the left there is an altar. The original was above a stone fireplace.

How its been updated: Same color scheme, theme, and random statue. The water feature was changed though, now its a small pond outside my house with a mini rock waterfall. Like for turtles. My altar is now a weird wooden desk bookshelf hybrid, that doesnt fit the theme at all. But its pretty. And I added a pet altar, it came to me as a wooden slab on metal legs or something, and it has wings that fold upward on it. Very cheesy but its a lovely piece, so I let it be. It has constant offerings of meat, water, and leaves or veggies to my passed away pets. I´ve also made it so they have a space where they can come and go as they please. I was also interacting with my deities and like uh hey guys u can make your own rooms if you want, just follow normal human rules. And I dont think any of them except Hecate did, and she did it immediately hahahah. But its not something I expected from her, though I am new to her as well. She made one that is kind of like a cave? And it had glowing amber light from the inside, and a gold metal accent piece at the top. She placed it very close to my altar but not rudely close. Apparently theres also a kitchen in there but its much more modern looking, and I got blocked from going in there (see below). I added new shields and wards, and a symbol appeared to me but its not related to any deity or anything. It came as I was setting up the shield and looking for sigils too. Its at a weird angle, a bunch of buildings mostly sky scrapers on a flat street. Below it are one line going down, and two lines attached to it with arrows or something going out. I would also like to point out that I huge painted ball python wrapped itself around my house, but it only came in images and energy I cant actually see it on the house.

Experience this time: Went in, established my being there. Looked around, was mostly the same as when I left it though some features such as my altar and water had been changed. Basically anything that worked with elements had disappeared really, or left behind a mild energy and base to build off of again.

Welcomed in my deities to talk to them. Had a great meeting with Zeus, Poseidon, Lilith, and for the first time, Hecate (though I have interacted with her already).

Hecate was the first I greeted. She had her hair in a nice smooth updo, and looked like an oil painting. Im still working on visualization, she didnt move much but I heard her speaking and felt the energy. She also had a golden bird metal band in her hair, which surprised me as well. Shes very nice so far, though i find it funny that she, mother of witches, had to put her room right next to my altar (which only has one side available). I thanked her for her work with me so far, especially as my oldest dog passed just recently, and I have another one whos young and sick now (he is much better today!).

Then was Lilith. When i first saw her, she was old and cranky but none the less friendly to me. Just kinda like a grandma with a temper. That had been in winter. Now as it is summer here (or spring? guate is weird), she came to me as a woman who had to be 19-early 20s. She had light olive skin, and swamp green eyes with slit pupils. She had brown loose curled hair that was every so slightly frizzy and very full. She was full human, but this time her body was super limber and a bit long like a snake. She was in a plain white dress, but it was like you could feel that her abdomen had a very specific shape that was like a snake. She was lovely, very kind, and patient with me as always. She is sweet but definitely has a jokester and teasing energy about her. After I left her, a huge californian king snake wrapped itself up around my shoulders just to chill, and I felt his scales moving across my shoulder. I havent held a snake in years, and I know for a fact my old cal king has died.

Next was Zeus. He is so much like a father figure to me, and he was very cheerful. Unfortunately because I havent really met up with him in a very long time, he looked to me like the animated Neptune from Little Mermaid. Yeeaah, sorry man. But he was fine none the less. We have a good relationship, he was glad to see me reaching out to them again. Even though I could not see him as he is for me, I could feel his energy. For me he is very hearty, and big. Its like santa clause with an attitude problem. (sorry pops)

Finally, Neptune/Poseidon. This one has been confusing for me as he presents himself to me as both. First it was more of Neptune, but now more of Poseidon. While Zeus is more like a father to me, Poseidon is the one that has all of my interests or is coincidentally related to weird things that happen to me. While Zeus has always been like a father, Zeus and I were more detached to begin with. But Poseidon was always the sweet uncle who related to what I liked and taught me valuable lessons. Today I saw him and felt him at the time, but once I was recording it in my journal I forgot almost everything about the experience other than it was super nice.

There was some point where I had looked down, and noticed I had on partial armor in the color of gold on my legs and on my lower arms. Then I saw light dusty blue fabric draped over my arm, and more detail came from there. I was somehow wearing a stereotypical greek dress, but also bits of gold armor. I looked into a mirror and also saw that I had on a golden crown which felt a bit much in my tastes, but it was lovely so I kept it anyways!

I saw my old dog Molly in there, though we didnt interact. Muffin, my recently passed, was there too. And I met up with her, and while I cant for sure say it was her it was good to have a few moments where I felt like I was playing with her again and hearing her weird snorts she makes when shes happy. My physical body had started crying after that. I could feel her bones again, if it was her shes happy but needs some serious vetting, which is probably the case anyways. Hopefully the offerings and me getting more experienced will help as time goes on.

In my pet altar, I opened the drawer and found pictures. The only one I could really make out was one of my passed kitten, Possum. Possum had been a soul mate of a cat for me, ive never felt a connection like that before. And when he was passing away in the middle of the night across my whole house, I woke up for no reason not feeling tired at all. Then something told me to go outside because I had to go get him. He died a few hours after that, and im broken hearted to this day.

At the beginning of this whole thing, I created an athame. Its based off of the ones they sell here but I have yet to actually get my hands on. Its made of metal and stone, and the tip of the handle has a tigers head. This one is a regular athame but I was immediately moved to make it into something to defend me from malicious spirits as well. I immediately slipped it into a knife holder that happened to be around my waist.

I was going to the kitchen, as my deities had left, there were no pets running around in there (maybe Muffin, but I had been interuppted in the physical world so our session broke off), so I was lonely and wanted to explore. I immediately felt blocked from going in there, and a black figure flew out at me. I felt just about nothing from this experience so I dont think that part was real (and I will go into more detail about this in a second). I grabbed my knife, stabbed it in the head, and the spirit was passed out or whatever for a second. I took it outside and realized I could removed the black around it, it was just cloth. It was what appeared to be some sort of white teenager, but the look of him really made me feel like he was not modern times. I dont know. Ive never seen him before either, and again, I didnt feel any panic from this at all. Only when i got blocked from the kitchen.

When I had egregores, I had a nice home for them. But in the upstairs I would hate going to because a black figure would come up to me. I would feel panic and even feel this in the physical realm sometimes. It is not around me anymore I dont think, or if it is, its only kept in my mind so its something personal I would assume. He was banished long ago, I changed their house, and didnt see him ever again. I questioned that experience at the time but it felt more real than the one I had earlier today. I dont know.

Long story short- met up with the deities, Hecate had to put her room next to my altar, new guards up, snake things happened, might have killed a spirit but maybe nah, maybe hung out with my deceased dog for just a few seconds.

#long post #p #astral home #spirits

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homestucky · 8 years ago

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hey guys,

in an attempt to be productive and to see whther it improved my mood, i havent really gone on tumblr for about two weeks? maybe? thats a guess idk

ok so ive looked at it a couple of times on browser on my mobile?? but not very much

but im back just cause i dont know any other way to talk about whats going on in my life to anyone hahah

btw, not going on tumblr did not make me more productive, or happier. ive done the least work this past week probably since i got to university. im shattered, despite actually trying to get some sleep and not having gone out/drunk alcohol for ages. im so done with being here and i just want a break but instead i get handed two courseworks. one of which i must do in a pair. my pair person is rlly nice but im really not feeling good atm and i cant use my brain like at all like i legit cant comprehend anything so im absolutely just going to screw her over and drag her down. its a good feeling.

aaand while i got 89, 83, and 90 percent respectively in my three python courseworks last term which as far as i can tell is a decent grade (a first is 70%) the relatively ‘easy’ python coursework makes me feel like my brain is a potato and i can barely even look at it without even wanting to cry. i think ive developed a phobia of trying. my head is full of cotton wool balls. i cant make myself think or work. everyone has like.. half finished the coursework already and we only got given it on monday and i cant even start it. the most frustrating thing is that i dont even think its too hard for me or that im stupid. i got way better grades in python than some other people who apparently have made so much progress. thats not me boasting thats just.. me needing to remind myself that this isnt evidence that im an idiot. i just.. cant. cant do it.

nice guy friend on my course is being super helpful and patient and explaining me stuff because hes great and i lowkey love him (IN FRIEND WAY) but its just not enough.

i can feel myself just.. failing. ive been told how much fun uni is, how great ill find it. everyones told that. ive been told that its almost impossible to fail first year. yet ive got here and watched the first and closest friends i made here fall apart, drop out, and fail. of my original group of four that i made on my second day here, one is horribly depressed and is leaving for a different uni at the end of the year, one (THAT GUY) has dropped out due to depression and literally failed every module anyways, and my other friend has failed stuff too and is really emotionally vulnerable and struggling. and i can feel myself following their paths. im losing it.

the past three weeks ive been going to the wellbeing centre and having ‘talking therapies’. theyve been nice for definite; i admire my therapist so much, and just people who work that job in general. last week for a couple of days i was in a good mood. but its gone now. hopefully the therapiy things will make a wider difference on my life? but really one hour a week feels like nothing, i still dont talk to anyone irl face to face about this stuff, nobody knows, and with work piling up therapys not gonna give me a quick fix that i feel i need. then again, nothing is.

to anyone who i normally talk to on here, if you read this, hi. hope youre well. <3

#negative /#oon comes back to vent and then probs leaves again lmao

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battletech-mercenaries · 7 years ago

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Contract Post LA-DC-04-06 #06

This post was made by Ingersoll’s Armored Cavalry Mercenary Unit on MRBC Contract LA-DC-04-06 for the Corporate Sector, from February 1st 3097 to June 1st 3097

Lyran Alliance Donegal Province Protectorate of Donegal Donegel – ‘The Trader’s World’ Seattle Continent Queen Anne Hills McQuiston Diamond Mining Northern Seattle Extraction Facility Number Six May 22nd 3097 07:15 local The chosen battlefield turned out to be a network of chasms deep enough to hide an Atlas with an occasional copse of evergreen and fir. The gulleys were sixty meters high in some spots and jagged, running north to south intersected by some running east and west. The mine complex’s unquenchable thirst for running water had quickened erosion that left water worn areas on the chasm floor, and a network of ridges and ditches between the cliff walls. Attention was needed: they were deep enough to trip a ‘Mech. It was an hour after dawn. Slate clouds blanketed the sky. All four ‘Mechs and accompany armor and infantry advanced methodically, converging on McQuiston extraction facility. Captain Gunther ‘Python’ Price advanced his Thunderbolt north from facility four; Lieutenant junior grade Catherine 'Cat' MacWhirter’s Shadow Hawk, the IAC Infiltrator Squad and the Donegal Jump Militia, were moving west upon facility five towards facility six; Sergeant Kimberly 'Lobo' Rhoe’s Vindicator, a lance of Donegal Militia Mountain Lion Armored Cars, and three platoons of Donegal Militia Field Gunners, were on the far side of facility two headed south towards the target; and Sergeant Major Rihana 'Ri-Ri's Phoenix Hawk and a lance of Main Gauche IFV, were encroaching on facility six headed east from the other side of facility number three. The lance of ‘Mechs had their radars all set to passive mode as not to reveal their positions and Kim had her Vindicator’s ECM Suite on and set to full gain. All units had reported to Gunther that they were halfway up their designated approach radials and Rihana was there point ‘Mech. Gunther could see the P Hawk skitter ahead from the center of the Main Gauche line via his radar, then slow down and turn. It’s right arm mounted ER PPC swung from side to side as Rihana swept the rock hewn chasm floor ahead, looking for a possible ambush. “Contact!” Rihana alerted everyone. The P Hawk’s radar contact warning was going crazy and over his headset Gunther could hear the alert in Rihana’s cockpit. “Four ‘Mechs heading due south. Coming right at you, ‘Python’. Speed, twenty kilometers per hour. All mediums. A Griffin, a Starslayer, an Eisenfaust, and a Cicada.” “But wait! We’re not in position yet!” It was Kim broadcasting over the comms from her Vindicator. “Well waddya want me to do about it? Call up the Covenant and ask them to hold up a sec while we get into position to kick their asses?” retorted Rihana. Gunther cut in before it got out of hand, “We’re gonna have to Improvise ‘Lobo’. All units, flank speed and converge on target. ‘Viper’, ‘Python’ here. They’ve taken the bait and are on a north to south vector.” “ ‘Viper’ reads you loud and clear ‘Python’,” answered his Angel Flight lead pilot, 1st Lieutenant Mesha 'Viper' Seville. “We’re twenty clicks out and will be on station in ten seconds. Tell all friendlies to keep their heads down cuz were comin in HOT!” Then switching channels to address only her wing mate, Ensign Erryne 'Sidewinder' Nashiro, she said, “ ‘Sidewinder’, it’s time to turn and burn. We got an invite to a party and they’re ready for us to light the candles.” As Gunther accelerated his Thunderbolt he heard two sonic booms from far off in the distance so close together they almost sounded like a single long one. The IAC two Jagdvogels AeroSpace Fighters had just broken the sound barrier. The four enemy ‘Mechs were all moving south along the chasm towards him. Either their radars had not yet detected all the targets converging on them from numerous directions or they had planned to take out the biggest threat first, his Thunderbolt; but either way the Covenant was in for a huge surprise. Gunther fired the Thunderbolt’s jump jets, lifting the 65 ton ‘Mech up into the air and steered it down among a copse of thickly wooded Evergreens. It would be several long seconds before Gunther’s other units were within range to provide some support so facing off against four ‘Mechs; he would definitely need some cover. While aloft soaring through the air, the enemy Griffin and Starslayer fired a snub-nosed PPC and an HPPC at Gunther’s Thunderbolt. They both missed but one of those beams had been near enough that it still caused electronic interference with his instrument panels. Landing among the trees, he broke off several Evergreen limbs and even split one tree half in two. He crouched his ‘Mechs legs to absorb the impact from landing and was shroud in smoke from a missed flight of LRMs, farther eroding his cover, by the Griffin which added a desultory medium laser to his oh for three connection rate. Just then Gunther saw twin silver blurs speeding overhead. His Air support was right on time. “I’m painting four enemy ground ponders against one little ole itty bitty ‘Mech. What say we try to even those odds a little ‘Sidewinder’?” “Roger that ‘Viper’. How we gonna play this, Front Door, Back Door?” “Sounds like a plan. I’ll take the front and you’ve got the back. Tally Ho!” ordered ‘Viper’ before she broke out into song, “You keepa knockin’ but you can’t come in . . .” But the Griffin’s pilot recognized what was about to happen and darted for the trees. He must have order his lightly armored rear guard unit, the Cicada to do the same because it abruptly pivoted on its backward canted legs and went rushing into a nearby tree line. Both ‘Mechs made it into cover within the proverbial nick of time. ‘Viper’ choose a dive bomb attack hoping to inflict damage on the Griffin and the Starslayersimultaneously that were in close proximity to one another. Her bombing run was dead on target. She release her full payload of six High Explosive Cluster Bombs targeted at the Griffin. The roiling fire ball in the wake off Mesha’s attack rose so high into the air, she thought of how fortunate they had been for her and her wing mate to choose separate targets because ‘Sidewinder’ would have definitely got caught in the blast. Unable to see the ‘Mech any longer due to her velocity and the smoke surrounding the target, her damage readout indicate a breach to the Griffin’s right torso armor but showed it was still standing upright. Normally six cluster bombs was enough to knock an 80 ton ‘Mech on its metal ass. Damn that broad footed Griffin. The Starslayer suffered a hell of a lot of sympathetic blast damage but the biggest loser was the forest. Her cluster bombs literally excavated the patch of forest that the Starslayer had been standing in and left very few for protecting its buddy, the Griffin. ‘Sidewinder’s strike wasn't any better and her target was only 40 tons, fifteen tons lighter than the Griffin. She performed a strafing run with all energy weapons, and wasn’t even rewarded with a breach. Her attack just burned up mostly foliage and forest flotsam. “Sorry ‘Python’. No joy. They’re your problem now. We’ll swing by and make another pass, ‘Viper’ out.” Gunther couldn’t see the Griffin either due to the copious amount of smoke and debris, but he trusted his thermal imaging display. He lined up his left arm ER PPC for a head shot and let it fly. At first he thought he had missed the target entirely so he followed it up with his ERLL and the pilot turned and caught the 8cm blast on its shoulder. Well I’ll be damned!. “All units, check fire! The Griffin is toting around reflective armor!” Gunther just hoped the entire enemy lance wasn’t equipped with reflective armor. It halved all the damage from energy weapons and that’s what his lance was primarily armed with, Energy Weapons. Their role was Sniping for Christ’s Sake! Up on the northern approach Kim vaulted her Vindicator up on the cliff to land amidst a friendly militia platoon darn near causing a blue on blue incident. The platoon heard the ‘Mechs roaring jump jets and scrambled out of its way like roaches when the lights come on. One trooper had to dive, outstretched parallel to the ground, to grab a fellow troopers hand just as he went over the edge of the cliff. “Oops,” Kim said sheepishly over her external speakers. “Sorry guys. My bad.” Rihana and the lance of IFV had made it to firing range and opened up on facility six. “They weren’t bullshittin’ about them having a reinforced building,” she blurted as her team hit the building with four plasma rifles and her P Hawk’s ER PPC. The combined firepower merely slagged armor but failed to breach. “Standard Armor on the Eisenfaust!” reported ‘Cat’ has she reached out with the man made lightning from her Shadow Hawk’s HPPC boring a gaping hole in the enemy ‘Mech’s chest plate, staggering the Eisenfaust and upsetting its aim for its return fire. However, the Eisenfaust’s ballistic weapon, an 103mm auto cannon, had a lot faster reload time than the Shadow Hawk’s HPPC could recharge. The Shadow Hawk was barreling down on the Eisenfaust at maximum speed. The enemy pilot moved slowly and spread its feet wide apart to brace itself against the recoil from the auto cannon and it fired. The slug tore into the Shadow Hawk’s left leg, shredding armor plates but Catherine hardly even acknowledge it. She was going for the Kill shot. She peppered the Eisenfaust’s right leg with her ER medium laser until she got tone and lock with her main gun, the ER PPC. She was aiming for the hole she had just created in the ‘Mech’s chest armor. She caressed the trigger and her aim was true. The HPPC wreaked havoc on the unprotected, delicate innards of the Eisenfaust’s central torso. She saw the ejection couch streak skyward but did not have to deal with as they still had three BattleMechs bearing down on Gunther. “The Eisenfaust has been dispatch and will be suitable for salvage. Hang on ‘Python’, I’m about to be in their rear.” “Acknowledged ‘Cat’!” replied Gunther as he leapt his ‘Mech back farther away from the three advancing enemy ‘Mechs. He was trying to prevent the Cicada from getting into his own rear arc. Even though it was only equipped with two medium laser, they could play havoc with a ‘Mech’s rear armor where it was the thinnest. At the apex of his jump he launched a salvo from his LRM rack aimed at the Griffin’s head. He connected a second time as he saw small armor patches go flying off in all kinds of directions but still no breach and the ‘Mech still didn’t go down. Gunther reached out and popped the smaller Cicada with his ERLL, evaporating all the armor covering its stubby left ‘wing’, just to keep the enemy pilot honest. The enemy lances return fire failed to do any significant damage but Gunther didn’t know how much longer this would last. The Cicada missed with both its medium laser at the edge of its extreme weapons range and the Starslayer missed because Gunther was hopping from evergreen grove to fir groove like a mad kangaroo. The enemy Griffin caught his Thunderbolt in its massively Ryerson 150 armored chest after it had touched back down to the Donegal surface. He was most definitely the Commanding Officer of these ragtag Mechwarriors. The IFVs along with Rihana P Hawk continued to pour fire into facility six. A couple of the Mountian lion Armored cars had gotten into range and had added their PPC fire and SRM six packs to the onslaught. Finally the combine fire power brought down the facility’s western wall. “Alright, all IAC personnel converge on my location. I’m still outnumbered three to one down here. The militia forces can flush the covenant out of the building,” ordered Gunther. The covenant infantry forces began spilling from facility six clad in Nighthawk PA(L) armor. They traded shots with the two lances of armor from the Donegal Militia causing some minor damage to their movement systems and armor. All in all, the militia gave better than it got. Just as Kimberly had expounded on, the IAC wasn’t yet in position to launch a proper ambush so she was still more than two clicks away from engaging enemy ‘Mechs. Likewise so was the IAC Infiltrator battle armor squad, the three Militia field Gunners and the Militia jump infantry. But they kept their jump jets lit and kept on bounding towards the target. Kim’s Vindicator was at the far limit of its ER PPC and took a shot at the PA(L) spilling from the mining facility. She missed but succeeded in scattering two enemy squads with her heavy weapon. Both ’Hawks fired into the target rich environment full of Nighthawk PA(L)s as well as the ran past the now crumbling building. Rihana’s Phoenix Hawk’s two lasers caught two of the lightly armored suits, bowling them over, leaving their suits in smoking tatters that would stop a BB gun. ‘Cat’s Shadow Hawk left one on the roof a singed pile of glowing embers, man, suit, all of it burnt to a crisp. The P Hawk had gotten close enough to draw the fire of the Starslayer. That was good, Now Gunther had two antagonist to worry about. The Starslayer fired its HPPC at Rihana’s ‘Mech and missed but in doing so exposed its inviting rear armor to Gunther. The Captain could not resist. The Thunderbolt’s ER PPC skewered the armor covering its back and punched through and began melting internal circuitry. The ER LL did the same thing to its left torso rear armor, burned through frying delicate components. Gunther switch to his ‘Follow the Leader’ LRM ammo and launched it as well. All 15 missiles impact the left arm leaving it bereft of armor and any working mechanisms in that location has the arm swung down heavily, crashing against the ‘Mechs left side. The shot of opportunity caused him to delay a little on his next vault. He paid for his transgression. The Cidada melted armor from the Thunderbolt’s left leg and the Griffin caught him with missiles in its right on. He fired the jump jets causing the Griffin to miss with its follow up Snub nosed PPC and its ER medium laser. On his way up into the air, Gunther keyed his mic to his AeroSpace pilot. “ ‘Viper’, how long before your able to make your second pass? We could use your firepower down here right about now.” “Eight seconds. Count’em. Sorting through possible firing solutions on my targeting computer as we speak. You want I should drop ordinance on the facility proper? Over.” “That’s a negative Angel Flight Actual. Friendlies are in the area. Target enemy ‘Mechs only.” “Roger that ‘Big Daddy’. That’s a negative on bombing run. Seven seconds to the light show. ‘Viper’ out.” Gunther saw the enemy ‘Mechs starting to respond to the IAC ‘Mechs coming up in their rear so he allowed his ‘Mech to drift sideways and out of the cover of the evergreens. The Cicada still trying to work its way around into his rear arc popped Gunther in his ‘Mech’s left side as soon as he lit on the precipes. Probably aiming for his gun arm, hoping to disable it. “I’m here ‘Python’,” it was ‘Cat’. “No LOS to the Griffin nor the Starslayer. Have tone on the Cicada but no lock. Twelve percent targeting solution. Bait and Switch?” “Bait and Switch. On my mark.” Bait and Switch was a tactic ‘Mechwarriors used to Bait an enemy into Switching targets. In that fraction of a moment while the enemy pilot switched targets he would move his hands from his throttle to switch targets, and that made him vulnerable to friendly fire. “Three, two, MARK!” Catherine launched an MML five salvo and fired her HPPC not expecting a hit merely to get the targets attention. It worked like a charm. By the time the Cicada pilot realized he had fallen for their ploy it was too late. A five centimeter laser beam was already on its way to the speedy ‘Mech’s head. It rang her bell and caused her to see stars. His next shot left rents in her center torso so one could see the sparking wires inside. His third ER medium laser beam went through the rents and hit the engine shielding in a flare up of waste heat. Dividing his fire at another tempting rear armor shot, Gunther launched another salvo of ‘Follow the Leader’ long ranged warheads at the back of the Griffin. Twelve missiles connected in its rear armor, dead center, blowing clean through it. The ‘Mech was trailing dark, black smoke, but somehow it still remained upright and on its feet. Its Starslayer buddy pointed its arm skyward and fired at the incoming Jagdvogel. “ABORT! ABORT! Taking incoming surface to air fire!’’ shouted ‘Sidewinder’ over the battle wide comms as she veered off of her intended target and pulled the fighter skyward. Knowing she’d only have a few precious seconds before the weapon recharged, ‘Viper’ stayed the course. She unleashed a laser light show that would have rivaled the terran holiday fourth of July. Most of her beams hit the ‘Mech in its lower extremities but a few melted armor on the Starslayer’s arms and chest armor. She left it with only 20% protection on its left leg and right torso. “Softened him up some for you ‘Python’. You’ll have to do the rest on your own. ‘Viper’ over and out.” The Griffin firing at a target that Gunther could not see, signaled the arrival of Rihana's Phoenix Hawk. The enemy commander missed with both weapons, his Snub nosed PPC and his LRM 15 rack, which told Gunther that the enemy pilot was rattled. Check and Mate. ‘Ri-Ri’ continued to close with the enemy ‘Mech, firing an ER medium laser to the Griffin’s right, firing an ER medium laser to the Griffin’s left, to keep it in place until she was in optimal range for her ER PPC. When she got tone and lock, she fired. A kinetic blue electron rope reached out and blasted through its right side armor, through everything impeding its progress inside the ‘Mech’s right torso, and continued out through its back, destroying its rear armor as well. The right arm cartwheeled off across the terrain and still the pilot of that Griffin did not go down. The allied militia armor was having their way with the enemy Nighthawk platoon. The PA(L) armor was dropping like flies in a rainstorm. They were even backed up by the IAC Vindicator who was still to far off to lend any assistance to the ‘Mech battle farther south. They had now taken down the north wall and the building looked like a cracked walnut, opened for the slaughter. Robbed of its main weapon; and his attacker was too far inside of its minimum range to launch its long ranged missiles, all the Griffin had left in order to defend itself was a measly ER medium laser; which he fired at the unrelenting P Hawkto no avail. The Starslayer attempted to down the aggressive Phoenix Hawk Pilot with its weapons fire – two medium lasers and a HPPC. It connected solidly with the right torso and the left torso armor. And the HPPC blast even threaten to tear through the P Hawk’s left side reducing it to less than ten percent remaining armor in that location. Catherine had fired her jump jets and had landed directly to the rear of the Starslayer, firing point blank into its back. “I’ll cover you Girl!” The HPPC ate through whatever it touched after searing off the Starslayer rear armor. The intense heat burst two heat sinks and the electric feedback caused its HPPC to malfunction and go off line. “He won’t be using that weapon again any time soon!” Un-phased, with blood in her eyes, and the scent of a kill in the wind, Rihana drew into knife fighting range with the enemy Griffin. She unleashed her arsenal of four ER medium lasers and connected with all four, right arm, left arm, left torso, right leg and still couldn’t fell that ‘Mech. Now that the two ‘Mech’s had been defanged, robbed as they both were of their main weapons, Gunther could direct his main gun to the pesky little Cicada. One shot, center mass was all it took, to cave in its armor and cause the ejection seat to go flying skyward. “The Cicada has been neutralized.” Inside the Griffin Gunther glimpsed an orange explosion. Something had cooked off, perhaps its LRM ammo or one of the jump jets’ fuel tanks. The ‘Mech was staggering now, limping with its left leg and dragging the useless right one behind it. Thick smoke poured from several holes in its back. It had suffered a coolant failure. It stopped moving and crouched. Something flashed and Gunther saw ‘Cat’ flashing her spotlight at him. Catherine raise both the Shadow Hawk’s arms up in the air then pointed one north up the chasm. Gunther bobbed the T Bolt’s head up and down, pantomiming agreement, and ‘Cat’ took off. She was going to reinforce the assault on the facility. Gunther and Rihana could handle these two by themselves. All they had to do was to accept the enemy’s surrender. 3642 Words

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kurasmaniac-blog · 4 years ago

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#it needed to be more violent, I’m going to burry you, you don’t have magic.

In the hospital

daddy dropped me

there are historical figures and concubine queens

they chose me as martyr for my workout regime and as reward for my honesty

little girls resemble solid black babies who try and eat your face openly

tried to fix their dented heads when they got dropped from their cribs

syringles full of things slightly acidic

they opened my trachea

i was unconcious and interrogated

i begin smacking them around

TELLING them how stupid it was to do a thing like that

still managed to tell them a few things they didn't know

at home

finger nail clipping troubles

black widow bites

white python with yellow rings

they think they can abandon me if not completely financially

put hom outside

generaly not there very much

where?

pedophile

brother

no tv

on and off one way then the other

they refuse to feed me

two faced talking to kids who would have been my frinds

i don't get hurt very much i guess

tee ball

pedophiles

dented a kids head for harassing me

coach thinks he can fuck my little butt

i knocked half his teeth out

one swing

no damage initially but as he tries to go back to get my poor little butt hole

i was three

they all talk to eachother about what a bad little shit i must be

pedophile kids in day care #1

moved on to a second

fought every kid who asked me

knocked a kids teeth out for being a little mexican and trying to give everyone HIV

teacher knew the two intruders and tried to drug me

one single cop shows up somehow tries to break one of my wrists

i can see he is full of crying and try to assist him mentally

i continue fighting kids relentlessly

residual growing from the drugs

in and out seeing it all conciously

people try to break my legs

their wish dreams begin manafesting showing me broken memories and arguing that they had done what they said

im still 100% in tact

my grandmother on each side trys to rape me

assorted shit they try and feed me

elementary school starting with kindergarten

i rip a little girls broken arm off basically

a few more kids say they have fought me

little girl tries putting paper clips in my head

i bend her jaw with two punches

she loses her mind and says "i just got that off"

my soul smiles up at them openly

first grade second grade the cops had already seen me

i loved jumping off swings

but i had hurt so many people god came down and put my face in the ground

as high as the roof landing solely and flat on my face

i bled crainially

a puddle of clear liquid on my face and desk they would have licked me

stop defending yourself you're fucking the kids up

kid thinks he is hercules and wants to help everyone by trying to break my nose

i lie to him like they had lied to me

my nose is clearly not broken

i lose more of the kids its like they're just not there

i lose the ability to run without pain

dentistry

teeth filed

suppposidly removed for breaking the coaches face

second set is given to me

i had only walked into school twice even at that point

ultra decked a kid because a girl said he was a little fucker "stop raping me" they said

more drugs for beating so many of their children

kids who had been to my house lose it and go after things pets and family

there was supposed to be a funeral at some point they tried to kill me

i broke a toe walking down to the kitchen for a drink

i was sent back home from hell and scared the shit out of everyone royaly

im no longer capable of hearing them try and explain their reasons to me

one night i woke up having to remind myself to breath

brother and girlfriend kill parents

they go after me

putting cigarettes out in my nose

trying to cut

and failing horribly

the girl was daughter of a police officer whose face i had also broken right after his daughter

at a friends house other dad and second son come hope after going to the hospital having tried teaching the boy fighting and yanking his neck breaking the spine they

they had refused treatment and his head falls off in my arms

i had still only used violence defensively

i refuse to take karate for fear of perminantly damaging a student then instructor in that order

on anotyher night the dad of the dead boy tries to fuck my poor little butt hole

my only explanation is i simply don't and can't have the fucking of my butt magically

loss of memory

cop dughter girl has doctors try and cut off my arms and legs leave a for fork in my chest and chain me to my bed

the chains are broken i manifest new arms and legs which i use a bit to grab the girls face a bit and i notice they urge me to not hurt the girl by fading in and out

there are too mny things in my list here for me to just be full of shit believe me

sixth grade camp for 2 of the 7 day week a proctor dissapears for judging me and another kid and trying to put shit on at least my ear

he dissapears

my pants and broken belt fell off in front of a girl and i notice she has trouble not noticing my nuts

jr high first new friend trys to hold me under water but i didn't like it and shattered one of his testicles he has one

at a girls party somehow i overstayed my welcome so they try and cut my face off paint it with tatoo ink burn bitch at then shun me

before i can get out i find myself inside the house and the girl freaks out she wanted me to leave because my mother followed me in and i had to bitch slap her

drugs

i make a big scene talking to my mom on a cell phone they don't like me

the girls dad carrys me outside by the shirt and puts me directly into mothers car

pipe bomb

met tiesto he lived there i guess

the girl was rape/fucked because people knew my parents thinking of them poorly

i would have to have at least one of these mentioned having this many

havent done homework since second grade

little herculese still thinks of bending one of my arms so i shove a foot right up under his girlfriends butt in a class

on an extended field trip a fat kid drugs me and i hear i defiled a sanctuary but don't have memory of crying myself to sleep much less living with it like a mistake at all actually

kids had put shit in their pockets and thought of me

i don't get to go to the girls second party

on the final days of school field trip i miss the buss call but find some kids who stayed also find myself out by a buss and rape a police officer to get myself put home

i had robbed a crain game and grabbed at least 15 stuffed toys

i was punnished for not doing the monkey bars right and dislocate a sholder but still manage to get to the top the climbing pole

teleport frisbe

a bee flies right up into my shorts and didn't seem to want to leave

im debating not going back to add in all the other things for elementary school typing this is tiresome in itself

high school

staying late after school eventually turns to my brother throwing my dad a surprise party where i had died in the bathroom party girl put magnesium on my hed and it melted its way right through me

the bathroom is a mess and my dad watched me die

i pop back up and walk out into the living room naked not having clothes some mexican kids tried to piss all over my room

there must have been something wrong with my dad for refusing reason like he did i hear i knocked teeth out of his face for my poor little butt holes honor

barbeque injector to the heart

huge trap door spider made a snack of me

people tried to kill my cat

loss of vision but there were people who tried talking to me

the police had investigated the corpse in the bathroom and say it wasn't me

i smiled

stabbing for my method of provocation

soemthing fucked me

someone cut the skin off my left arm and tried to wear it

the next day i walk back to the hangout just fine

people threw rocks at my mother i didn't make it all the way home conciously

i thuroughly haunted a school performance and broke a girls face for their indirectivity

my bend in my jaw is still there

i don't go to my fathers house anymore after that party

find myself at my mothers and know not much more than that her housband breathes heavily when hes angry

when im at another house with one of his kids i end up staying for a week strait

when they wre drinking they poison me

on another night i make it too the bathroom after drinking heavily and think of it as a victory

i wake up in the bathroom with my left hand clutched around a puking girls pony tail shes screaming WAKE UP WAKE UP don't put my head in the toilet

as i take it off my hand responds slugishly with each finger prying itself off individually starting from the left pinky

i clutch my hand and call back to sleep

residual

i have a few short visions one of a neck readjustment i enjoy pranoidly

another of my mother and her housband trying to get me to leave that house why not just put me outside

i get a car

i drift around this same turn in my city 10 times having looked at the reason and ignoring my good way out i slam one front left axel into the curb breaking it loose then take a right turn and make it to a spot to park

the tire stayed on and they cannot police me

im gifted a few dips in the road and scrape part of a plastic under carrige piece off partially but being half an inch thick it cannot have happened

i was smoking at a church and let a guy try my manual car without me i hear a loud crash but the car seems fine later i realize he must have tried to blow the transmission seeing how the car acted just after

the car now runs on me

another set of people tests me at first mostly with steroids in a single spot cutting drugging

when someone threatens me i still just tell them to hurry the fuck up

drugs

a few long trips drugs found a girl with "tongue fur" which i cant have because earlier i was given a yellow funguns that was "if you're not dead in a week that's not what this is" i lived and the fungus formed a line around the horizontal rim of my tongue

there is a tackle box on every corner and everyone is on a foreign telephone netowrk

one night i appear just in front of my drive way pull in and am followed throught the door shot up and left unconcious

earlier there had been mexican workers broght from a separate city so many that step father is shuned "you never bring them back"

if a person fails it is clearly their fault or literal mind rape possibly

i made the girl who showed interest hot and for a while she thinks of it as raping me until she gets HIV

the last mentioned group of people one night summon me with wishes to go and have a rave far away and by the end the only thing i can say is they couldn't afford what I bought them by being there

a girl of them is kidnapped and raped supposidly

i tried many times after being shot up maybe 10 times taking pills and not smoking to pull her ass back to my car but the best i can do is offer my sholder for stabbing

the brakes became clogged with sand

we were moved and i took people home

the girl is recovered by one of the group and her authority father she had jondis

the now hot rape girl and a guy had given HIV to many people including both their families

i got a job

i somehow broke the computer system at that restourant but i had been driving my car with parifanalia and a broken tail light for long enough to get the idea i should use this chance to continue my high school work of being there weather anyone liked it or not

the cop whos sons head had fallen off in my arms tied to put a harpoon slug in my left eye

one morning on the way to school my windows had been rolled up and the frost was heavy on my windshield

i back out at a point of defrosting thinking it would clear up but find myself in the same place as before looking right at the answer clearly but not able to act

i passed throught a pillar my mother having been pushed into the drive way and proctor on the corner of my mountain rode street where there were some kids waiting for a buss i had never noticed

hercules had killed one of my cats for raping his home and i end up running over a kid who was playing in the street

the proctor pulls a boi knife and puts it through my face i have a vision of POW soldiers being hydrolically injected so i say no

one of the kids starts yelling about how a little gir had started crying and i pull off to make more magic

parts of the kids body were stuck to the bottom of my car and i took all of it strait to the closest parking space at the school to the school

there were police waiting but they just shoot so i vanish again losing memory not really knowing

the puddle was hercules' little cousin and my cat was at home

i did mushrooms up in the mountains and played car pinball all the way down to a friends house

the police showed up there but i had already fallen asleep from eating too many mushrooms

at the school graduation there was a special surprise for me in the form of some guy holding my diploma who the just ran thinking i didn't have it but did

father was there and tried to rip it in half i vanish again

my year book had been handed around the whole school

i didn't see it at all i'll make some wish for that later as long as not too much is a staged story

many people have HIV at this point

one final night after work i had been drugged for a week or so by the guy who brought the HIV back from cuba

i cant do anything but hurt people

she stood there in the hall unable to call me a bitch without explanation and I finally understood psychology

that part of their face is bent, so is mine but if it actually matters i wont ever care

i don't have HIV but i like to think that maybe some had been let go

i don't know how much of that acid they gave me but i drove home parked turned the music up as my brain dried out

if anyone had an objection i didn't hear of it right then

brother and the second cop had the second cops dad take drills to my teeth at a party i was summoned to

the damage wasnt immediate but later and just some

if that kid was hercules then my tee ball coach was zues whose lack of teeth have fucked my head up for years

i went to the planned parenthood and almost was raped but found myself outside

i was taken to two 5150's where by the end one had missing people the the other had seen me inside a secret wall room

i end up in the mountains one night and a kid with heppatitis shoots me up

everyone has a fucking needle

historical figures all around along with a zues and herculese makes me think there once was an after life but they refused to take responsibility and leave it there before showing up here to rape little boys

i raped and took a walk through the rave in LA one night on invitation apparently party girl told me i was a fagot

i didn't pay but i still even got inside after tiesto himself had failed to just walk up and beat me

once inside i was split into five went everywhere then took a seat up in the top section

they asked me to leave twice played me part of a song saw my brother and floated down to a door across the crowd from where I was

ruffles?

i landed on the other side near the enterance to the VIP section but just walked out into the fog

went the wrong way and found myself home turned the music up and began wrenching around my bent faw right side

finally once i headed around to the back drive way it was loud again but i had a magic barrier that kep the high school kids away and the kids kept the other people away

my head started screaming at me and i was alone with it to beat as time went on

my psichiatrist heard me once say that the human trafficing people couldn't do anything about me either so they decided t kill me

one night i was sick with the flu had a heart attack

another day i went out to mow the lawn but i had gotten so clogged by the medications there was some pain

a while after i see my drivers license picture looks just like the kid from terminator two after he beat that hooker

on walks i found things i had never seen a mushroom that reminded me of a lamp shade red fat butt spiders like a black widow and small tube scrap that looked like it had been cut

i was going to use it as a blunt crutch but thought it might be metal lit one end and held it at the other

it was hot in less than 1 second and probably cold before i dropped it

i think about it having the mark of being cut and a piece left from it being broken off but i don't think people have anything like it

i threw it away thinking nobody would ever give a fuck who cares i found it on a walk no you don't have it

i have the kings crown magnet still

on the way i had broken kids cops an fbi agent but who gives a fuck i was born in a hospital

the phich meds were good for a while and i had gone back to laughing then suddenly it turned drastically to extreme discomfort the word for which people still don't acknowlege

it was that way for at least a year of painful discomfort not being able to sit still or stand

until one day i decided to give a bit and stop taking the medication

then the drugs quietly gently turned back a few different attempts later

but the yelling i had done in my room and the music had attracted me attention again i didn't hear of any of it from a person at all

nother guy dances down my hallway uninvited bounces into my room and tries to flip the light switch but the bulb breaks and im sitting there blinded by the light of my computer screne

they cant hear me thinking

someone got the little girl at the end of the street the tongue fur right the fuck up in the top end of it

i herd some people outside my window even my land lord so i guess they cant get the fuck out of my house either

i got my new house of my own in a mobile home park and in the first few days someone had assigned a hagared lady to try and do "something"

once the pandemic hit in the first few days there was a guy in a truck and not knowing well enough to stay away i talked to him

my casual manerisms concerned the people from down the street

but after the builders tried to crack the house in half and the HIV kids spitting at my father

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Passive income

active income is bs and jobs are bs and if theres a system i can learn and use to my advantage, provided i dont fuck over other people, then fuck yea im going to learn it and use it. Ive known since i was a child that the idea of selling a third of ur life to survive is stupid and that i wanted to reach a point where the income that came from preestablished sources would overcome the amount of expenses for the same period of time. Aka, ‘escaping the rat race’ :/. my spite for the term and for the topic aside, i promised myself to start early, and like everything i should do and i make promises to myself about, im Still at square fucking 0. Today im gonna talk about that. Bc its a pain to handwrite about and i still havent established a better way to type stuff to myself online, so fuck it, this tumblr it is.

Im going to classify the types of passive income, or rather, its sources, into 2 categories: A) The kind that take large amounts of time, rather than money. This would account for stuff like content creation, where, materials/resources aside, it takes time and effort to create content and market it, but afterwards, it keeps generating passive income. B) The kind that takes large amounts of money, rather than time. This doesn’t mean you *spend* money to create. Unlike time, which cant be taken back, and can only be lost permanently, money can be withdrawn back. Not only that, but, its not so much that you spend money to make money, but rather that youre putting your money *on hold*, and generating an extra income at the cost of not having those funds immediately available on your person. These still require time to come into effect, in the sense that you are to wait for periods of time until you can recieve the bonus yields, but dont require you to spend (a lot of) time and effort into activating these sources of passive income. Instead, you’re required to have large sums of money to put down, as the yield is calculated as a percentage of those funds. Now guess what; Im fucking broke, i have no money to do B). But also, im terrible at making and marketing content, so A) is not super dandy-looking either. Still, I plan on doing some of both, somehow. I am realistic enough to understand i need active income, at least to get the ball rolling. Heck, just to survive even. But i do need a great source of initial income to 1) gtfo of here, and 2) Start making $ passively, and increasing that amount slowly. I plan on not really staying still, at least for the foreseeable future, so my sources, passive and active, must be things i can do remotely, as a digital nomad.

My active income plan mainly consists on getting some initial dependency job somehow, if possible, and meanwhile, to start taking freelancing jobs, be it data entry, translation, product testing(website/app) or whatever im deemed able to do. Eventually, this would allow me to just fly the fuck off and keep working and making enough money to not die. My strategy, predictably, will put a heavy emphasis on spending as little money as possible, extensively researching ways to make things cheaper or to get money back. That way the amount of funding that can be invested is larger. If i can leave this place and couch surf a bunch at friends’ houses all over, even better tbh. As for passive income, since active social media content creation is off the table, im mainly going to focus on the B) category, finding ways to make every penny i hold attract more of its kind, while making everything else cheaper along the way. For this, im relying on a couple things: - High yield FCIs or similar financial objects where the idea is to lend your money and get a little extra at the end of the time period. - Automated trading; both as in copytrading, but also on developing a stable strategy for unstable financial objects, and then simply scripting the strategy into code, so it’ll be performed 24/7. These strategies Must be always profitable, or else i risk losing everything to a stupid bot i coded myself. - Holding my funds (the more, uh, liquid kind) in staking accounts and other similar virtual that reward you for holding money through their platform. - Lastly, I do plan on building things if possible, and figuring some way to make it available but also making an income out of it. I’ve always wanted to make a couple android apps, maybe write some stupid ebook or whatever. Moreover, I’m sure with enough research i can find ways to code things up that automate stuff that make a little money on the side. Or at least code things that make my job easier during ‘active’ work. Automate website testing, Automate data entry, etc. We’ll see. Rn im looking into tutorials for python+selenium, and trying to learn how to use Binance’s API. The idea is to automate the trading strategy so i no longer have to manually do the same thing over and over, since it really only works if you can constantly do it, and thats a bot’s job, not a sleeping, eating, living human’s. The strategy itself is fairly straight forward. It relies on cryptocurrency and other assets’ high volatility. Because their value range is constantly moving up and down to no end, their prices might stay the same overnight, or even rise by the thousands, but within that same day the price might have risen and dropped by 10% before ending in the same place it began. The idea is to simply put buy and sell limit orders at 0.5% amounts away of the market price. When it drops .5%, it buys a certain amount. When it rises 1% from that point, it triggers the second order, and sells the amount it just bought. Conversely, if it rises first and drops later, it simply sells and buys the same amount, the only thing that changes is the extra profit will be in the secondary currency. Since the difference in the orders is in a 1% total price, that means that, excluding fees, the profit is 1% of whatever money you put down for both orders. That is to say, If you want to make 1 dolar, you need $200, and to place 100 to buy, and 100 to sell. So really, you’re making .5% of whatever amount you put down. With leverage tools though, I could expand this percentage, but for that i want to do proper, extensive research on how it works, let alone learn how to automate it too. The point is, because the price of certain assets varies *so much* and So *Often*, these things that make it worthless and unstable for most functions make it great for this type of trading. Note that i dont need to predict a spike or a surge or drop or anything like that. I predict nothing, all i expect, is that the price keeps ranging up and down the way it always does. And if it doesnt, say, if it only goes up and doesnt ever revisit the buy order, then i dont *lose* anything. All i have to do is cancel that order, and start again at the current price.There’d be a little loss between what i payed to buy last, and what i’ll pay to sell this time, but its unsubstantial compared to the amount of times it worked fine and the amount of money it made in its course. Nowadays, btw, 1% of a bitcoin is about ~$100. Assuming 2 bitcoins worth of funding, youd be making $100 every time both orders are fulfilled, which can be anywhere from once a week to multiple times a day. Exciting, right? If you have $200, then you’d be making $1. This also means that if you have 2 BTC, then every time the whole process gets completed, your profit per full movement increases by $1. Aint that cool. Rn I’m gonna research more on how to work the binance api, as well as learn more about supported crypto exchanges and staking wallets. See ya whenever.

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