#damn you timezones and continents and things

[yahargulian]

Udyeubfjebne I forgot to send you the colors. Yellow, Goldenrod, Mahogany, and Pink, but in, like, the mutuals for 10 years affectionate way ❤️

I'm holding out my arm for you to bite adsjkghdjskah ❤

I really wish we could sit and watch teh sun and hang out and listen to music together!! You've been this constant presence in my life for such a long time and it would just be cool to hang out I think 🥺 it'd be fun

[lofi-tophat]

i need to write this hetavision reactions i've got in my head somewhere. Sooo...

Nations after the Grand Final

Ukraine: Really glad everything worked out and she even had some time to be epic. Overall a good event.

England: If anyone in Europe knows how to host a musical event, it's definetely him. Music is serious business. He's very proud of what he achieved and... oh? Placement in the contest? oh, uhm... just a detail. Back to his event-hosting powers...

Spain: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING HIM?!?!?! He was so hyped, he was following every damn step of his entry, he was fucking behind the mathematics, the logistics, everything was PERFECT and then those PUTOS gave him a low score, EL COÑO DE TU MADRE EUROPA!!!!

Portugal: Oh, well, it's just a song contest, nothing serious... bur seriously, those IDIOTS don't know how to appreciate MUSICALITY, AND STYLE, AND DEDICATION. WHAT A BUNCH OF MUSICAL DUMMIES.

Moldova: Just another fun year. Man, he's really good at this presentation stuff. He likes it.

Australia: He's so glad those timezones didn't fuck up his entry. He brought the synthwave, the rock, the hair... man, that was epic. It's not his fault some people have no taste, in his opinion, he looked damn well at every minute. Oh, well, back to his country driving his 70s Toyota car.

Norway: He wasn't that keen on this year's contest but he was happy with the results. A ghost of a smile appeared on his face.

Austria: It can't be. He was sure some Willy Wonka-aesthethics will go well with his entry but apparently it wasn't enough. What a shame. Specially when he's the one who understands perfectly the zero dot zero zero three reference.

Germany: People, what MUST HE DO? He doesn't understand. He's staring at his mirror with all that glitter and fake blood on his face. But... but... industrial gothic metal is awesome. Why can't the others notice this? Maybe he has strange music tastes...

Croatia: Explosive. Marvelous. Now, time to search those pants...

France: Outrageous. Simply outrageous. People on this continent don't know how to appreciate true art. He invested SO MUCH in this. He even invited Canada to assist him on the vocals and these IDIOTS didn't appreciate it. Oh, well, here's his fucking middle finger. Fuck you all.

The Italies: What a great year! Another top placement. They are finally grasping this Eurovision thing fluidly.

Sweden: He is definetely a pop mastermind. This is just another example of doing things right. He surely hopes Finland is still in the mood for that dinner they agreed on some weeks ago.

Finland: How nice: He achieved the second place! He had to congratulate Sweden the next time he sees him. It was a great competition....... SWEEEEDEEEEEEEEEEEEEN

[artificialqueens]

living on the edge of the law (biadore) - lily2

bianca is beginning to feel the heat from her old job in brisbane as a personal assistant and planner for a large cooperation record label and now she is being transferred and thrown in the middle of santa monica where she is assigned and paid to be on the tail of up and coming singer and songwriter, adore delano: who is definitely the most lazy and adolescent thing bianca had ever encountered thus far but things can change, can’t they? [ au where adore is a famous singer and bianca has to chase her around and be her personal assistant to get her income, mainly biadore but side ships and plots of course ]

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— *.✧

Bianca was a bit unsure what to think, what to do even, while she stood in the midst of Brisbane Airport. Clenching her carry-on as she just had her two suitcases weighed and sent off to what would hopefully be Santa Monica in thirteen damn hours, unless the Qantas airline staff somehow threw her luggage in the fucking Pacific Ocean she should be safe and so should her luggage which mainly was a accumulation of clothing, cosmetics, stationary & a dozen other things that Courtney had helped her pack yesterday as they shared one last drink before forcing themselves to wake up almost three in the morning for Bianca’s early, early flight. The coffee in her hand making her the only thing fully able to function, she prayed to get some sleep on the plane and was thinking she would since her best friend she should upgrade to the new business class seating, just to try it out and what better time to than a flight that would take more than half a day off her life, over the clouds, planning to do nothing but get wasted on discount white wine’s and gaze her eyes on her laptop which was already harboring a million emails from her transfer company about her position, her hours, schedule, whatever the fuck they wanted to write about they seemed to write about and send to her. “Wonderful.” She muttered to nobody but herself as she sat dull and already half asleep in her gate’s seating. It would be about another twenty minutes before her section would get to be boarded though Bianca didn’t expect so many on a casual six in the morning flight to Santa Monica, landing in LAX. — “I think you should accept the job.” Courtney spoke as she hit her best friend’s shoulder and grinned ear to ear, knowing it would be fun to be back in her own country of birth, “You’ve been trapped down under for almost six years, go and see the motherland again!” The Australian’s lips curling into a viciously attentive smile as the girl next to her simply rolled her eyes and clutched her glass in hand, swirling the alcohol around as their eyes meat briefly.

“I’ve never been to Honduras or Cuba—” correcting Courtney on the fact that America was indeed not the true motherland, it was where she was born and grew up and New Orleans itself could be considered a different fucking continent with all the culture and languages and diverse communities living in one big, united city. “I haven’t heard the best of things about America in general.” Referring to the news in which Courtney could only snicker, “Bad things go on in every country, every city and everywhere! Go and have fun, you know I will come to visit anyway.” They embraced in a small hug before the Australian girl wiped her growing red eyes, Bianca moaning.  “Bitch if you dare get one tear on me I will make sure to whoop your ass so you hard you certainly won’t need a ticket to be in Santa Monica, I’ll express mail you.” Her tone only teasing though she knew deep down, Courtney was the only real person and best friend she had currently, struggling to get back in contact with old friends from America as the time came. “And maybe you’ll meet someone cute—” elbowing Bianca until she almost rolled Courtney off the bed with a yell, “Don’t even think about it, I came to work and maybe party once in a while, get better money but not for love. Besides, name me one decent American who isn’t taken, straight or a celebrity? You can’t, that’s the point.“  “Whatever happens you know I’ll annoy you and call you constantly, just the usual and casual girl things.” She hummed, the singer folding one of Bianca’s last articles of clothing. “If you didn’t I would murder you and unfollow you on all your social media, don’t test me motherfucker!” She spat as Courtney collapsed into her lap, “You can cry on Instagram live to all your five million Instagram followers!“  — Finger tips pressing against her IMac’s keyboard she begun to respond to a work email, this was one of the more interesting ones, about as interesting as assignments and work went but still something to do in whatever time she had left before she would just repeatedly listen to whatever shuffled on her phone once the airplane was in the air. She had already found out that her job was basically to do what she did with Courtney: boss her around, manage her social media, make sure she was healthy, laughing, whatever shit she needed and help with planning any kind of events, concerts, meetings, anything the record label asked for and needed. To: biancadelrio@gmail.com Bianca,  We are so excited that you have accepted the offer and I’m hoping the weather pulls through for your flight, you are our first new hire in a few seasons if I may be honest, most can’t handle the pressure, American records and singers are far more different than what it sounds like in Australia!  I have made sure to tell Katya, our head in our department, to ship the packet to the address you provided! I understand the move, I went from Chicago to Santa Monica and it can be alot so please if you need a place to stay let me know! The packet should have exactly what you expect and a few other goods because we try and make it as welcoming as possible, not us being cheesy, us trying not to get fired to be completely real.  Do not lose your ID, even if you use the pin to get in, security is really strict especially with all the mass hysteria with guarding and violence in the past few years, it’s required to clock in, clock out and even enter the bathroom, it sucks, I know but safety comes first I suppose.  Thank you and see you Monday! — Shea (sheacouleee@me.com)  Atleast it was an actual human beyond the emails so far, better than some rich executive who was scarfing down his fifth coffee of the afternoon and forcing his personal assistant to quietly tap against the grain and send all emails with the same format, copy and paste all day. “Gate 10 will now boarding flight from Brisbane to Los Angeles, California.” She stood and reluctantly shut her laptop before putting it in her case, in her carry on and bringing out her passport and boarding pass, chugging some of her overpriced bottled water that she had to purchase after security along with a stash of dark chocolate large enough to last for most likely a week. Bianca made a very decent salary at her last job and would be making even more at this one however she was not ever one to spend more than she had to, Courtney for a singer who was booming in media and charts was suprisingly frugal with her spending most days, which made it twice as fun when they both would go all out and do their once a month goose chase of a spree around town, getting in all the stores they wanted in the span of one single day. “Well, let’s do this thing.” The words leaving her lips as she sent one last picture to Courtney of her passport and coffee, sending it with the text message of: If you don’t hear from me in twenty hours, I’m probably drunk!  *.✧ The announcement came on and the lights flashed for them to be able to take off their seatbelts and Bianca completely had crashed course after one Hallmark movie, some wine, a Sprite and one entire chocolate bar. She was quick to jump up before she felt completely lagged and dizzy, quickly sitting back down until the rest behind her had gotten their luggage and begun approaching the exit of the plane, cleaning her garbage before she tossed it and grabbed her carry on, absolutely bolting for the door as fast as possible knowing it was a good forty minutes in a regular car to make it to her new studio apartment for god knows how long, Courtney didn’t tell her a thing about it expect her cousin had hooked them up and leased it. Thanking the staff she quickly felt her entire body want to collapse and throw up, maybe both at the same time, on the rugged floor of LAX, turning her phone off airplane mode and turning on her date plan she had decided to buy the night before just so she could be ready and set for when she landed, knowing Courtney would throw a hissy fit if she wasn’t the first person she texted. Fingers gliding across her iPhone she grinned, I’m in fucking america! can’t wait to grab some damn takeout and just collapse, meeting someone to take me, call you probably whatever the next time I wake up is! She had done the math in her head, it was about 7:20 PM here but almost 2:20 AM in Brisbane, timezones were about to be hell on Earth but they would make it through. An absolute dumpster dive of suitcases later she had found both of her own luckily, now heading for the International Arrivals entrance, Bianca had only been to LAX recently and it was for Courtney’s tour, before that she hadn’t really cared for or visited California much, staying in her own bubble. It truly was the epicenter of an entire universe however, as far as crowded airports went, this one was definitely the winner! “Jinkx!” She shrieked to her auburn haired friend who quickly winced out of her own delusional fantasy and screamed, running towards her oldest friend and happy to have collapsed and almost blacked out in the one person who could understand what it was like to be sleepy and tired though Jinkx had explained a million times that narcolepsy was very different than what movies and shows showed it to be, it was just in very relaxing and quiet surroundings, when she wasn’t doing anything and wasn’t focused on a task. “I’m so tired but I don’t even care, it’s so great to see you—” Jinkx shaking her friend in her own arms happily before Bianca had to pull away, not wanting to cause a meltdown or throw up on the expensive sneakers she seemed to have on. Grabbing a suitcase much to her newly arrived childhood friend’s concern, “Let’s go, my car is parked and she’s all charger for the trip!” “I forgot you have a fucking electric car.” “It’s red to, it has a seat warmer! That’s the biggest perk but also you can program it to do some cool things, I only got the car recently, DeLa was begging me to—” the mention of her college roommate who was also from Seattle made Bianca realize how long she had actually been gone. “I hate to be an absolute prune the first ten minutes but can we please stop and eat if that’s okay, I don’t wanna eat in your car but fast food inside is fine by me, I texted everyone I need to so now I’m all yours and I’m sure traffic will delay us another fucking three hours.” Finishing her water she tossed the bottle as Jinkx almost smacked her across her back, causing Bianca to choke a bit. “You really think I won’t let you eat in my car! Jesus Christ, this isn’t our senior year of high school where I had to keep my car spotless, of course we will get food, since you’re in California now we have to start with the local favorite, ever had In N Out?” A stammer before a tilt of her head came, Jinkx gasping, “I can’t believe self proclaimed critic of food, Bianca Del Rio hasn’t even tried it, much less heard of it.” Cackling, Bianca raised a hand, “Now hold on you shady bitch!” They made their way to the wonderful Tesla after an influx of stop signs and people shoving to simply get out of the airport. Bianca was definitely impressed, she had seen the cars before but they weren’t her style, it was much more different to actually sit next to Jinkx who immediately pulled out of the car and had her music blasting before Bianca lowered it a bit so she and Jinkx could atleast have a conversation, the girl beside her seeming to know what to do and where to go from here. “You can type in your address after we go and get some food, so tell me about what it’s like down under, I’m sure you have some stories.” Smirking, Bianca relaxed into the leather seat and sighed in relief, leaving her phone to charge with her portable charger as she crossed her arms and stared out the front view with Jinkx who was barely even focused on driving given the fact she had the rules of driving out of LAX down, the clouds and sky beginning to turn into a wonderful assembly of warm colors mixed with a vibrant purple. “Well since you asked.”

[audaxdraw]

stupid idea

Sooo, my current problem with drawing is: I try to draw a thing, i dont like it, i get demoralized and i drop it. But i noticed that when i do private livestreams for friends im forced to keep going, even if the picture is shaping up to be very bad like for example this:

so i was thinking, since i dont want to bother friends for private livestreams every damn day, i could try to livestream again with you guys, even with voice stuff and all, its pretty relaxing to chat while you draw.

of course if any of you is up to it, and i have to understand whats your timezone, but i guess a good bunch of you are from the american continent.

[ancientgreymon]

AncientGreymon’s RP Plotting Cheat-Sheet Want new-and-exciting plots for your character? Long to reach out to more of your followers, but don’t know where to start? Fear not! Fill out this form and give your RP partners both present and future all the of juicy jumping off points they need to help you get your characters acquainted. Be sure to tag the players whose characters YOU want more cues to interact with, and repost, don’t reblog! Feel free to add or remove sections as you see fit.    ☼  Template here!

Mun name: Ars or Sam, whichever! OOC Contact: Mostly IMs and Discord, for those who’re in servers with me!

Who the heck is my muse anyway: The massive dragon that hardly shows his face proper in Digimon Frontier. Yes, the AncientGreymon from Frontier specifically, filled in with a helping of headcanons and love for the season to make up for the fact that he hardly existed. Points of interest: The Digimon from the ancient past that has returned to existence through the actions of the Chosen Children at the end of Frontier. Hotheaded and with a fiery personality to match, he has his more gentle moments reflecting his age. What they’ve been up to recently: Nothing. Quite literally-- after the Digital World had been restored, there's not much for the Warriors to do. Or at least, one with such destructive abilities. Where to find them: Typically, the forests around Flame Terminal. He wanders rather frequently though, so it may be easier to find him entirely on chance. Sometimes, he’ll be found frequenting Burger Town, as he’s become quite partial to the pleasantness of the residents. Current plans: In his mainverse with Kouichi, he’s currently heading to the Dark Continent to search for answers from an old friend. In the AU with Lucemon, some stuff is about to go the hell down. For the AU with Impmon, they have one more day before things really begin to go the wrong way. Other than that, there’s not much that’ll be going down besides a lunch trip, storytelling, and sleeping. Desired interactions: I would adore more Frontier-centric threads! Especially those who actually went on the journey; he would love to sit and listen to the recounting from their perspectives. More fight threads would be just as fun, too-- he hasn’t had a chance to flex his wings since Leviamon. A chance for him to get emotional, though, would be wonderful. He’s been holding a lot in since passing, and needs someone to talk to. Sad to say though, the only way to get that is with AncientGarurumon, unless he learns to open up more. And that being said though; I would die for a thread with any AncientGarurumon. It doesn’t have to be shippy, but I’d probably scream a bit if that was the case. Offered interactions: He frequents towns in his lower forms quite often, just to be around other Digimon. For those only passing through, he can be found easily in any of the forests surrounding Flame Terminal, but his expanse ranges to the peaks of the next continent over. More often than not though, he can be caught sunbathing in fields or on the coast. Current open post/s: Anything in this tag is free game! I try to clear it out when the post is replied to, so it should be up to date! Anything else?: I run on the EST timezone, so my times can vary wildly. Usually though, I’ll be lurking somehow, especially during the semester. However, with work coming up, I won’t be online during some days. The only other thing I can think of is mentioning that I did every AncientGreymon icon myself, with the hair and teef of his (and neck with that damn collar). I only go to these lengths if I really adore a muse, so it’s easy to see that I love playing this lizard!

Tagged by: @the-darkest-sun Tagging: Anyone that hasn’t done it yet!

[fyrapartnersearch]

The captain has turned off the fasten seatbelt sign

Hello, this is your captain speaking. We’re currently flying at the altitude where passenger planes can be spotted! One of my co-pilots is starting to disembark before landing, so I am currently searching for a craft that will carry a story on new wings!

About your aviator: My name’s Jaimie. Hi!

I’ve been flying for many years (15+) but more recently have been stationed abroad (Therefore I’m not going to dole out timezones- it scares away the passengers) all you really need to know is that outside of my flight pattern (my hobby) I have a really time consuming job (40+ hours) but fear not! Rain or shine, this plane always makes the trip! My trips are normally good for one ride a day, however, sometimes I’m willing to take a layover if the going’s good.

Age wise, I’m 27. Welp. 

You’ll notice (or not) in the tags, I clicked fandoms. Despite the fandom ‘click’ I will only use original characters (OCs ONLY). 

Let’s go over some air safety rules!

- Noted above, I only write OCs. Please don’t email me about [Spiderman x Deadpool] or whatever the kids are writing now. NO. I don’t want to role-play your fandom! Hope that clears that up.

- I only write as men. I am looking for a MxM role-play. I double often with a vast range of characters (I repeat, I this aircraft serves all kinds!). I respect your want to play any other story, do not email me saying, “I read your post, but I really like writing a female…lol is that okay?” I will politely turn you down and privately share your faux-pas with my colleagues about you not being able to read. So…hope that clears that up… 

- Please be legal age if you want to write NSFW stories. You must be 18 or older to fly unaccompanied by a legal guardian. I am an adult, I would prefer adult themes but I am not above writing SFW stories either. Let me know what you’re interested in…and your age. We can discuss limits should it be needed.

- I like to think I’m pretty friendly, I would love to talk to you! If you want to chat or be buddy buddy, cool beans friend! I’m all for those kinds of words.

- This has been peeving me for some time. Everyone always says, “I usually get dropped because x doesn’t respond/ the story dips off and I don’t know what to write/ I have no time/ I need time to think of a reply/ etc.”

I will absolutely tell you if the story is going nowhere/ let you know if I want to stop/ Can’t write anymore. Please do the same. I will not be upset and respect you more for it. I might even hit you up if you feel like the time might be right at another date. To those who have previously messaged me, please don’t re-message. It didn’t work for some reason, I see you floating around here too. To you, I say good day sir-madams! 

- Lastly, I will provide story prompts and name my character I intend on using. The plotting point of the role-play (not even the writing) is usually where I lose people…I also get the line, “What are you into…I’ll write whatever…You choose…” Well damn. I will choose. Call it, fatigue from the lack of will to be frank about what one truly wants. 

* (Character bio’s in depth will be provided to those interested in the story/character combo.)

The Flight plan (plots)

1. (Fantasy/Sci-fi/Modern) Startop or affectionately dubbed 'ST’ by his small group of companions is a botanist and lover of any kind of plant life. Working in a world filled with something akin to 'scientific magic’ people not only live along side the growing technological industry but also have discovered alchemic answers to the 'magic tricks’ in the world. As a result animal-like monstrosities have been released in this land along with anomalies in the plant life. A glorious haven for ST, he works in an old castle like building, toiling behind 'chemicals’ to enhance plants to better serve humanity. There is a 'slip up’ here and there, but nothing that can’t be swept under the proverbial rug…or burned. The quirky semi-scientist who slums it in a laboratory has never lived a life of adventure in the fantastic world around him. They say he can work magic on foliage but perhaps someone in his genus could strike up some chemistry instead.

2. (FANDOM- Love Pistols Manga) (Notice: if you have no idea what this is, please either google it or over look this prompt). After losing his best friend to another man in South Korea, Leroy is devastated. At the losing end of a love triangle, the heavyweight faces his future back in New York with disdain. The god-father to his secret love’s son and rival of his current lover. Leroy finds little joy in the time spent back home. Everyone is moving on without him and being the heir to his father’s banking company, Leroy will either face an arranged marriage in order to keep the family wheel turning or find someone to replace his previous 'Prince’. It’s tough being an Alligator in such a cold city, but maybe someone can help this reptile warm up. 

3. (Fantasy) Serbian is foremost a sorcerer but a small fact remains that he is also a demon. Demons fall in many categories in this world, some being benign, others being a threat. In this world there are humans and those who are not. Serbian falls into the aforementioned slot, which he is all too painfully aware of. Spending his time with a page held against her will, and a two tailed beast, the demon often finds himself peddling his wares to fellow demons and humans alike, forever on the move, a nomad in a mysterious continent. Yet, the humans strive to rid the world of demon-kind engineering 'aeygles’ a hybrid of human and demon kind to ward of the surmounting threat to humanity. Stifled with a secret hidden within himself, Serbian struggles to live in a chaotic world wrought with danger, aeygles, daemons, mystery, and magic. Will he succumb to the rise of humanity, or help snuff it out before the Aeygles prove to be more dangerous to both demons and humans alike?

4. (Fantasy/Slice of Life/Modern) Thad is a damn good chef. He has hit a low point however and now works in a sleazy part of town, in a run down restaurant, smack between a strip joint and a dollar theatre. This doesn’t get him down however, being a slacker is kind of his thing. When he’s not working, he spends his time in bars, drinking, or playing the bass in a punk band for kicks. The point remains however, Thad is a damn good chef. He has been for over 500 years. Though that’s pretty young in the lifetime of an imp. The world has always had a side not so often seen, and his world is nearly invisible, thanks to the OG monsters who kept things in the shadows. Life for monsters has been changing however, vampires being more lax, werewolves running amok from time to time. Still, despite this low point, it’s but a small bump in the trajectory of his so-called life. He’ll either continue on as he has been for 500 years or be thrown for a loop by whatever comes his way. But that’s the beauty of life. You never know who or what might be coming down the road. 

5. (Fantasy/Sci-fi) On the alien planet of Avis, in the Sol System- a neighbor to old Earth’s Solar System there live a species undisturbed for eons. Despite the lack of communication between others, the Harpee have thrived with their minimalist technologies, living on their harsh, jungle infested planet. Muteo, a young Harpee prince is leery of taking on his mother’s position as ruler of his people. However, with four waring factions between the Harpee, there is a little competition. With the threat of contact from other worlds looming and the choice to follow in his mother’s footsteps- what is the prince to do? Will he choose to explore these 'settlers’ from another world, or to unify his people and fight them.

There you have it folks! Grab your ticket and fall in line, we’ll be boarding soon!

I only role-play through email: franticdant@gmail.com (there it is!)

Please don’t email me with no idea what you’re interested in. If you want something a little different or want to modify the stories in any way, please let me know! I’m all for the change! I am also willing to collaborate on a plot/character IF a decent story has been developed and the need arises to make another character.

[netherwar-rpg-blog]

Welcome to the Wardens, Isaac! Your application for a WARRIOR OC has been accepted with an Eoin Macken FC.

It was an absolute delight to read through such a well thought out application with so many links to the lore in Norvik and across the continent, making this character have solid reasons for the way he is and the destiny he is going to find in the Wardens! The small charming details about his mother’s necklace and the Golwren family really make him a believable character in the world too. It will be really interesting to see how this mischievous man handles his newfound duties in the Wardens - especially as he will be teaming up with Fenarious followers and warriors of the Arm’s Guild which will surely create tension! He’s exactly the right character to bring a lot of pressure and fun in the plots, and I cannot wait to see how he develops down the line.

The application can be found under the cut. You have 48 hours to create a roleplay account (cannot be a sideblog) for your character and we will be updating our opening date soon!

O O C - I N F O

Name: Isaac Age: 21 Timezone: EST Activity Level: I’m a university student that works Thursday – Saturday most weeks, so I’m mostly able to be around on my off days! Extra: Anything to do with seizure activity makes me uncomfortable.

S K E L E T O N - I N F O

T H E - B A S I C S

Name: Jónas Llewellyn Golwren Nickname/Alias: Dara / “Dalrah” Gender: Cisgender male Age: 29 Class: Warrior, renegade Faceclaim: Eoin Macken

C H A R A C T E R - D E T A I L S

Nationality: Norvik Appearance: A man with dark hair and a severe nose, Jónas never quite fit in with the boys and girls on the island of Norvik, even as a child. Not even the flecks of green and gold scattered through the hazel of his eyes could tie him to the ethnic aesthetic of the islanders – all blonde hair and blue eyes, fiery red and green if they could trace their ancestry to Crywren before leaving the mainland. As he grew up, he took pride in being a bit of a black sheep amongst a flock of solemnity, growing his hair out until it waved and flowed like a lush mane, a sort of statement of his quiet rebellion.

And though one cannot deny the severe line of his nose, there is nothing else that’s very severe about him. Unlike most Norvik men, smiling and a sort of boyish playfulness and charm come easily to Jónas, the warmth of it lighting up his face no matter the island’s near-constant wintry cold. There’s a comforting ease about him, a flirtation in the twinkle of his eye that’s just dangerous enough that once the boy became a man, the color of his hair was no longer the reason he was being kicked out of people’s homes.

That aside, perhaps the most notable physical attribute cannot be found in the defined tone of his chest, but what adorns it. He wears a necklace that bears great significance to him, never daring to take it off even in his sleep; composed of a crescent moon charm and with it, his mother’s wedding band, hanging from a silver chain. The moon was given to him by his father when he was only a boy, the ring given to him after his mother’s passing.

Personality:

{ + } Easygoing ( + Charming) – Never one to sweat the small stuff, Jónas will always be the sort of man to give an easy smile, letting all the warmth in his bones shine through to put others at ease. He’s learned that in life sometimes you’ve just got to let the bad roll right off your shoulders. His mother always taught him that even in the coldest days of winter you’ve got to let the sunshine break through; there is always warmth to be found in laughter.

{ + } Quick-witted – And with not much of a filter to boot. It got him in trouble more often than not as a child and it was never a habit he learned to break. If there’s a quip to be made, Jónas is going to make it. And if he’s just got to roll with the punches (and throw a few of his own) as a consequence, so be it.

{ + } Truehearted – The man’s got his own set of morals and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t stick to them (even if they seem a bit off-center to the rest of the world). He will do what he sees as right even if that means dying for it. True to his word and the idea that nobility is defined by the actions of a man, he abides by a code of honor he’s made for himself through living and learning.

{ ­­- } Jaded – The perceived betrayal of the Arms Guild and the true betrayal of his own flesh and blood made Jónas weary of the kindness of strangers from a very young age, and the death of his mother cemented this. Despite the warmth of his nature, there is a defined line between going out to the tavern to get sloshed and sing some songs, and letting others see what lies beneath all the boisterous laughter and slaps on the back.

{ - } Stubborn – It takes a hell of a lot to get Jónas to admit that he’s wrong. He knows his own intellect and trusts it implicitly, making him difficult to persuade. Still, he’s not hard-pressed to apologize when he realizes he’s wronged someone, the kindness and gentleness of his mother seeping through from time to time. Though the next day he’ll go back to being just as brusque as usual, any evidence of such previous tenderness swept carefully under the rug.

{ - } Mischievous – Perhaps he’s always in the wrong place at the wrong time or perhaps it’s his stupid mouth: whatever it is, it’s always getting Jónas into trouble. He’s got a bit of a knack for it. And even when he has the right to raise his hands and beg being the victim, there are likely fingers crossed behind his back. He takes great fun in a good practical joke, and he’s very well aware of how much of an irritant he can be.

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History: Jónas Llewellyn Golwren was born just four years before his baby brother, on a snowy winter’s morn, though never would the two meet in the days to come. He was named after their shared father, though this was all they shared.

As a child he often felt out of place, not quite looking like the other children for the thick, dark hair given to him by his father, and the disdainful glances shot toward his mother by those they shared both blood and name with. Still, not even the rift between he and his mother’s family could keep him from smiling as the years passed, his father not often around, but always bringing good food and thoughtful gifts when he came to visit (often the first four years or so, less after); the half crescent moon being the last before the visits stopped for good.

At twelve years old, it is difficult to receive word of the death of a father that was romanticized for all the time in between. He remembers the desperation in his mother’s eyes when they received the letter, the choked sobs burned into his memory. He remembers the feeling of the rough parchment beneath his fingertips when he ripped it from her hands. Executed in Crywren, accused of treason by the Arms Guild, the sentence carried out by the Fenarious elders. The letter gave no apology and so neither did he as he tore at it until he could no longer see it for the saltwater welling in his eyes.

When his mother spoke to the Arms Guild about compensation, they gave her only a finely forged sword that Jónas would one day grow into. When she turned to her family, they turned her away. This is when a seed of anger began to grow in the young boy’s belly that will remain buried within him to this day.

The time between his twelfth year and his twenty-fifth were dedicated to learning how to use that sword to the best of his ability and pushing that best to be better than anyone and everyone else’s on the godforsaken island where he had no family and people turned down their noses at mere mention of his name. The older he got, the better he became, and the less he cared about letting his mouth run until he was winning brawls in the streets when the moon hung high in the sky and the music in the taverns of Daelach rose up to the heavens like merry offerings to the gods of old.

And then his mother became ill.

It started one summer afternoon when they thought she’d grown faint from the sun, but from that day on Jónas became tied to her bedside. Over the course of a year he was forced to sit idly by, watching as doctors from far and wide – one even as far as the southern border of Siften – treated her time and time again to no avail. On his twenty-sixth birthday, he finally snapped, taking to the Golwren stables and stealing a horse before setting out for Whiteflow Forest, where a flower that could cure all ills was rumored to grow.

In the forest, the dead are waiting. Growing up in city life with the smell of salt, fish, and sea, Jónas had heard of such things – the corpses that dance in the night to lure the living to their death like ghostly, ghoulish sirens of sorts – but, like many city boys, he supposes he always thought them to be things of nightmare. But the cut of their claws and the coagulated blood they leave on his sword he learns are very real.

He is lucky to be one of few men who have entered the Whiteflow Forest and lived to tell the tale, but upon his return, flower in hand, he is greeted not by his mother, but by her doctors, all shuffling feet and somber faces. He wonders if the Aeltau flower can soothe the hollow of his chest, and so he has it preserved, keeps it tucked away in his satchel where it remains when he sets out across the sea by his twenty-seventh year, his mother’s ring now joining his father’s moon, never to look back at Norvik and its people.

From then ‘til now, Jónas has traveled here and there and far between, ripping through Eldris and its taverns like a gale storm, never staying in one place for long, following wherever the wind takes him. He’s fed by the money he wins that same day gambling, and he beds women just to have a place to stay for the night (or the week, if she (or, occasionally he) manages to tempt him into staying for one breakfast that often turns to two or three or more).

From lovers’ beds to tavern brawls, to the occasional act of heroism, Jónas has made a name for himself, now known across the land as Dalrah: a tornado tearing through the land like a human hurricane. Still, he’s quite pleased by his reputation. It’s given him the chance to fly under the radar, now introducing himself simply as ‘Dara,’ tongue-in-cheek, so no one can place his name or face back to Norvik.

Reason for joining the Wardens: Having faced the consequences of the impending Rifting first hand, Jónas knows the dangers that face this world, and that he is right to fear it. And so when he has a run-in with the Wardens – being in the wrong place at the wrong time as he so often is in life – it’s only instinct to lend a helping hand, sword attached. When he’s asked to join their ranks after the fact, he decides that perhaps he’s got just enough moxie left in him for one last adventure – wanting to do what is right, and knowing that if the coming Rifting is to be the death of him, he wants to go out fighting.

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The weirdest things we learned this week: virgin births, composted humans, and naked South Pole scientists

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The weirdest things we learned this week: virgin births, composted humans, and naked South Pole scientists

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Fact: You can now (legally) compost a human

By Eleanor Cummins

For years, activists in Seattle, Washington lobbied for the right to compost humans. Instead of preserving your dead body with toxic chemicals or cremating it in one last giant poof of carbon, Katrina Spade, founder of Recompose argued we should instead turn ourselves into life-giving soil. Unfortunately, that wasn’t exactly legal—a lot of things you could potentially do with dead bodies aren’t. But in May 2019, the Washington state legislature made headlines around the world when it legalized the process. Come May of 2020, you, too, can be composted. Hurrah!

That doesn’t mean all our pressing decomp questions are answered. The company’s website has many serene renderings of what this facility would look like—a lot of plants and sun-drenched reflection spaces and honeycomb containers full of dead people. But how the process actually works is unclear. (Something about a steel vessel and unnamed microbes.) If we look at the way composting other forms has worked in the past, we turn up the biggest question of all: What will they do with dem dry bones?

Fact: Virgin births happen surprisingly often

By Rachel Feltman

It’s a tale as old as time: Boy meets girl, boy and girl make babies, boy goes away, girl just keeps having babies, sperm-be-damned. Parthenogenesis is rare, but well documented in reptiles and fish: female animals that are designed to reproduce sexually can, in some cases, create offspring that are basically their own clones. Most of the cases that make headlines are in snakes and sharks, because they’re frequently kept in captivity. If a snake spends a solid chunk of her reproductive years in a tank alone—or with only other female snakes—she’s probably much more likely to pull the parthenogenesis move than she would be in the wild.

The evolutionary benefit of this is pretty clear once you think about it. If resources are scarce and the population drops, parthenogenesis can help the species squeeze out one more generation in the hope of outlasting environmental hardships. The lack of genetic diversity can become a problem given more than one generation of this sort of propagation, but it serves animals just fine as a stop-gap. There are weird twists on this method, too, like the “kleptogenetic” salamanders that steal genes from other species instead of using the more traditional form of sex cell combination. And if a truly parthenogenetic birth is too much work, some animals can simply store sperm for years and years at a time, using it only when resources are favorable for their future pups. In 2015, a captive shark in California set a sperm storage record of 45 months.

So could a so-called virgin birth occur in humans? True parthenogenesis has never been recorded in a mammal, and when our sex cells try to turn into embryos without outside assistance things very quickly go awry. But in at least one case that we know of, that sort of process did help make a baby. Listen to this week’s episode to hear more about this strange case study.

Scientists are working to turn stem cells into sperms and eggs, which could theoretically allow two same-sex to have a biological child together. They’ve already done the deed in mice!

Fact: Researchers at the South Pole sprint naked through 24 time zones in the dead of the Antarctic winter

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Here’s some very chilling information about what life is like at the Amundsen-Scott South Pole Station. On the surface, Antarctica seems like a very tame continent sprinkled with groups of scientists diligently carrying out experiments—and penguins. But there’s also some pretty weird stuff going on down there: rocket-powered planes, underground neutrino detectors, and ATMs at the edge of the world, just to name a few.

But one of the strangest things in Antarctica is a ritual of sorts called the 300 Club, where presumably very bored scientists experience a temperature change of 300 degrees by sitting in a sauna… and then stepping outside. Okay, not just stepping: they make a run 100-yard run in temperatures of -100F or colder (and that’s before wind chill) to circle the ceremonial South Pole, crossing through all 24 timezones in the process. They only wear snow boots, because sweat from the sauna would make any underwear freeze right to their skin. Dangerous? Definitely. Stupid? Probably. Delightful? Well, it certainly delighted us. Check out this week’s episode to hear more about the researchers who make this daring run—and what can happen to their nipples in the process.

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More random thoughts about this game idea! But this time its Worldbuilding And Things Part 1

* I still need to settle on exactly how many nations there are in this world and give them all names, but I at least have two now!

* Britain-inspired evil empire villains from the snowy mountain continent are now called Wesnar! And I think their fashion sense is gonna be pretty much a 1 to 1 match with ye olde britain, except maybe mashing up all different timezones and like.. more attention given to the winterwear, and such. General people’s appearance would of course be white, cos lol I hate fantasy plots about predjudice that put the predjudiced-against people in the role of the oppressor like ‘look how bad it would be if they turned the tables!’ Or when its like hey we’re gonna use this fantasy species to represent black people or asian people or whatever but not have any black or asian people in the story. Like, I think that even if you wanna do a fantasy equivelant metaphor its possible to do it without REPLACING the original people who are actually affected by the thing in real life... So anyway yeah be happy in the knowledge this will just be an uncensored screaming pile of Bunni Calls Out Their Own Country’s Shittiest Historical Things Oh but to make this culture a little more fantasical I’ve decided that monochrome hair tones are their Exclusive Thing! Like grey hair = blonde, in that its very common and is sort of the stereotypical white people thing that’s uncommon/nonexistant in other races. And white is the equivelant of ginger, in that its That But More Recessive Geney. And then black could be like black/brown hair in that it’s something they have in common with everyone else, but I don’t want them to actually have brown hair cos that’d break the monochrome aesthetic.

* Random interjection to say that the deity of Wesnar is gonna be the Goddess Of Oaths, cos I had a cool idea for that. It could be good for symbolizing how people mistinterpret and twist religion to justify their own misdeeds, yknow? Like reinterpreting ‘oaths’ to mean like.. everyone else owes a debt to us. And cultural values of Honor And Promises being a thing that Never Ends. They feel justified holding a grudge for a stupidly long time, and paying back their revenge to the descendants of the descendants of the people who wronged them, people who have NOTHING to do with the problem! And this is also why they developed a similar patriarchal child abusey family structure as traditional britain, its all part of the ‘son inherits the sins of the father’ viewpoint. Your aim is to make kids who can carry on your grudge, and you want to force those kids to be Exactly Like You and be raised from birth to fit very specific roles and carry out long term plans that serve your interests and not your own. And then you’ll probably be dead by the time they succeed in that thing, and nobody will even be remotely happy in the end. And then we have people who lie and distort these ancient passed-down oaths to suit their own current-term predjudices, and shit gets even shittier! Like if you wanna conquer some neighbouring country to use their land to build more mansions, just make up- umm, i mean DISCOVER- an ancient prophecy that says that land belongs to you, according to the goddess. And now they are the bad guys somehow, and you’re the proud and kind nation ‘civilizing’ a bunch of ‘uninhabited’ land by clearing it of the ‘savages’... ... Basically, real life britain is a history of bullshit, but in fiction you need a unified plot with some actual consistancy. So here’s an attempt to make our victorian metaphor guys a bit simpler and have like.. at least an EXCUSE of an actual motive for what they’re doing, yknow?

* And then on a less depressing note, the other country I have named so far Is Andel! (or possibly some other spelling, or something else ending in del?) They’d be the fabulous industrious desert country that’s like the marketplace of the world! Cos like their local magic resource is.. magic without magic? They have abundant resources for mining magic stones since this is a desert, but the element of this continent is ‘aura’. (or soul or heart??) It governs healing and buffing but doesn’t have any offensive applications. So this place wins at battle without battling- nobody ever even thinks of trying to conquer this giant super country with regenerating soldiers and crazy future weapons! (since without offense magic they had to become super inventors, yknow?) So yeah the net result of all this is that they’re very successful and had a lot of valuable stuff everyone wants to trade for! This place represents like The Big Happy In A Sad Plot, out of all the various countries that’re all flawed in their own way, it’s an oasis in the desert to find a place that’s just... normal and good and has a non corrupt ruler and everyone actually listens to you and look you can buy some interesting imported furniture. They’d play a bigger role in the bigger game that I plan to make someday, they’d be the final step on the journey of this big ol hero army that’s gonna fight the evil doods, and like it’d represent the ideal world that we want to someday make for our own country. Also the hella catharsis of going “yo dude please help we are under attack” and getting a ruler who says “HOLY SHIT DUDE WE’RE ON OUR WAY”! No having to prove everything in ball-busting quests! But since this game we’re currently talking about is my more basic prequel learning-how-to-program-stuff dating sim thing, there’s not much of travelling to other countries and getting involved in the revolution. Its just gonna be a slice of the civilian life in the same setting, yknow? So you wouldn’t be visiting Andel but you’d be meeting characters who’re from Andel, and hearing general news about the place, and hopefully getting excited to see it someday ^_^ Oh, and also this place is where anime hair comes from! I’ve decided that their Fantasy Appearance Trait is all having bright primary colour locks and equally vivid eyes. You can still see variants of these scattered across the world though, because Andel is such a great trading hub and it’s also so far away on the edge of the world with a thousand roads to everywhere else. There’s a lot of Dellian immigrants and mixed race descendants in every country all over the planet, and countless great inventions originated there! But that doesn’t stop Wesnar being imperialist fuckos that try and pretend their ‘national drink’ of tea wasn’t stolen from Andel in the first place. (ha ha actual real world fact humour, lol)

* Oh, and yeah, plurals! I decided that Andel people = Dellians, and Wesnar people = maybe Narcians? cos it sounds like narcissism (HA HA ACTUAL REAL WORLD FACT HUMOUR, LOL) And like lol now I have two guys whose plural follows ‘drop the first syllable’ rules so i feel like I either have to make all of them be like that or have no more ones who are like that...? Ehh, I’ll figure it out!

* Also, for reference, Blair and [currently unnamed sister] are Dellian, and Morty and [currently unnamed mayor] are Narcian. Cos this is a prequel set it a place that’s not currently threatened by Wesnar. I felt like if the game presented the threat of Wesnar and then had no conclusion to it then it’d make people annoyed, like I mean at this point I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to finish that more ambitious second game idea, so it’d be a shitty move to drop a bunch of really huge sequel hooks for something that might never happen. So, thus, my conclusion was to just have some subtle hints here and there that Wesnar might be a little shady, and that politics are very tense at the border between them and [whenever i think of a damn name for protagonist country lol]. And I decided to make Morty and his dad Narcian so they’d be an example of some not evil Narcians to balance it out. Also cos my other colourscheme idea of him with black hair made him and Mallory look too similar. (His tux was blue instead of pink) Also like, Morty’s plot has a lot of stuff about his struggle with the expectations as a (relatively) higher class person in this village, as the mayor’s son. like, that could be enhanced even more if he’s descended from the ruling class of some big uppity britain land, and his family is considered a bunch of low class degenerates by them even if the people in this village consider them high class. And it could be super interesting to have cameo references to them if I ever finish The Bigger Scope Game, it’d be really interesting to think how morty’s descendants might return to their home country someday, as part of the revolution taking it down!

* Anyway I Do Not Know What Protagonist Country Is Called I actually haven’t even decided which region this game would be set in, lol, its just A Nice Town From Somewhere I’m pretty sure its not gonna be the same country the protagonists are gonna be in the Greater Scope Sequel Game Idea, tho. Cos that’d be a waste, why even make a bunch of countries if you’re not gonna explore them all? I was thinking possibly if every country is tied to a specific elemental magic, then maybe this place could be the plant element I guess? like, so its a country that has extra abundant farming and thus there are many nice and cute rural towns and here have a nice and cute rural town to live in. or maybe it could be the water elemental place and have the same principle but with sailing and fishing instead! nice rural fishing village! could have many cute scenes with your datemates going swimming or sailing or just hangin around on some picturesque beach that’s perfect for Dramatic Love Confessions~