#foth: how to run

[focusontheheart]

Below are the instructions on how to download, unpack, and run the game files for Focus on the Heart! The game will be available free for download from itch.io via the link our release post on May 24, 2024 at 8am EST!

EDIT: We are now live on itch.io! Please see our release post for more details! 🥰

A big thank you to @foibles-fables and @nerd-artist for putting these instructions together!

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Instructions for PC:

Download the game files from itch.io. Select the .zip folder in your Downloads menu and select "Extract All".

Choose a file location and select "Extract". The files will be extracted to your chosen location.

When the extraction is complete, open the new folder location you created. You'll need to click through to the second sub-folder to see the files.

Double-click the game application to begin!

NOTE: You may receive a warning from Windows pictured above. To bypass it, click "More Info" and the "Run Anyway". You will only need to do this once per download!

From the file folder, you can also right-click the game application to create a taskbar or desktop shortcut.

Happy playing!

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Instructions for MAC:

Download the game files from itch.io and extract all files from the .zip folder.

Drag the extracted .apk file to your Applications folder.

Double-click the file. A macOS warning will populate. Click cancel.

Go to System Settings > Privacy & Security.

Scroll until you find the warning for Focus on the Heart. Click "Open Anyway".

In your Applications folder, double-click the .apk file again. The same macOS warning will populate. This time, however, you will be able to select "Open" and run the game!

Happy playing!

[charminfoth]

A Ghost of the Past

A poem by Charmin Foth Video Propelled back  Time stands still Shock Looking through the eyes of the girl I once was My brain is abuzz Reeling Venom and butterflies This feeling  Running through my veins Seems ill-advised A pull and a push A rush A Terror and Triumph A gut punch with an audible oomph I try to contain My spinning brain How Why now Thankful you were in my…

[chiropteracupola]

I am on a foth kick and I would like very much to know about to keep it real and green knight, if you have things you want to share!

to keep it real is currently in a weird state where it doesn't quite know what it wants to be, since it's certainly not the fic I set out to write, but I don't want to abandon the original idea entirely. the original idea would have been a mostly plotless practice scene based on the 'his wife has filled his house with chintz' post/poem, featuring Ewen visiting Keith at Stowe House in some nebulous future, but I got a little carried away with setup, writing interactions with Francis, and attempting to research the location itself.

the trouble with houses that keep getting used is that they do very much keep getting updated, and frankly, it's a little more effort than I'd like to put in right now just to figure out exactly which ostentatious bits of architecture would have been there at the time that Keith would have been! there appears to be some kind of 3d model of the house that might get looked at later on, but I'm still trying to wrap my head around a) figuring out how the ground-plan has changed since the mid-eighteenth century, and b) the sheer scale of these gardens (for the record, I'm using a garden I'm more familiar with as a reference point for the size, and it's only a seventh of the size of this place. yikes and other such exclamations.)

due to the nature of this particular story, I'm going to want a pretty detailed interior design plan for the room, since it's the sort where I'm essentially making what amounts to a dollhouse in my head. so that's taking a while! someday I will pick this thing up again because It Compels Me, but right now I really do not know when that will be.

the green knight story is based on an idea from @tgarnsl, and is basically exactly what it sounds like - a Gawain and the Green Knight AU with Keith, Ewen, and Alison.

it's been slow going writing it, as I'm having trouble settling between my usual writing style and the more poetic, kenning-heavy style that I use for things like Rat Piper, as well as the fact that I thought it would be very funny to get it done by Christmas and that very much Did Not Happen. and then there's the fact that the name Keith simply doesn't sound right to me in the sort of quasi-medieval setting I've been working with - well, there's not really any way out of that one that I like, so that's just something that I'll have to figure out as I go along. or probably I'll just leave him there, all incongruous as he is.

and since you've read all the way through that, here's the prologue for that particular tale:

His mother’s hand is on his shoulder, and his father’s sword is belted at his side, its bright blade so, so, much lighter than it looks.

“Go and do it, won’t you, Keith?” He doesn’t need to be asked. Every eye in the hall is on him, and he steps forward, and lets one knee bend so that he can dip just far enough to take the offered weapon. His fingers are on the axe-handle — good! — and in one smooth motion, he’s up again and that shining arc of steel is cutting through the air with a sound like church-bells. In that half-second before steel meets skin, the strange knight smiles, and tips his head a little to one side, his loosened collar slipping to show a line of pale skin.

Keith strikes true.

He steps back, his footsteps crisp as if against frosted-over ground. A thick slap of meat against stone, a flare of iron-scent in the air, a gasp from the assembly. The head rolls to a stop at Keith’s feet, the seeping blood staining the toes of his shoes as the strange knight falls to his knees.

But what is this? This man so lately slain is reaching out a hand for balance, reaching out towards Keith as he slowly, slowly pulls himself upright. His head is in his hands, gold-green hair trailing over lichen-pale fingers, but his blood runs down red, red, red to splatter on the rushes at Keith’s feet. Keith looks down, the axe now heavy in his hands, and watches as the stain sinks and blurs into the shadows, red turning back to green. His hands tighten on the haft of the axe, its weight solid but not at all reassuring.

Now, Keith no longer has to look up to meet the Green Knight’s eyes, for he holds his head just at the right height for Keith to see. And for all that this man is bleeding and headless, impossible and out of place, he smiles like the sun.

[dailypokemoncrochet]

FOTH Makuhita!

I ran out of the dark gray yarn but it's supposed to be black anyway so the gloves are black. I keep losing yarn chicken and running out 😭 But I have so many colors how is this happening

[theglassishalfsomething]

Bing Interviews Darcy: Fixing on the Hour

Hi!!!!!! I’m so excited to do this!!!!!!! (How very Bing of me, :D) These are mostly about Darcy’s feelings for Bing and for Eli. Two of her great loves!

1. What is your favorite Darcy/Bing moment?

TLB: I feel like the most amazing moment in Bing and Darcy’s friendship is when Darcy truly and sincerely apologizes to Bing for taking her away from James. Darcy’s in the middle of traffic, miles away from Bing, but she decides that she just can’t take it anymore and has to come clean. I think it’s important for so many reasons--first, that Darcy has already done a lot of great and meaningful acts of personal development, but there is always room for more, and this her more; second, that she’s terrified that Bing won’t be friends with her anymore but does it anyway; and finally, how Bing reacts. I just let Bing speak through me in that moment and it flowed very naturally. Bing is strong because she chooses to forgive. She chooses to love. And although she sometimes lets people run over her in other settings, she is very staunchly protective of her ability to love and forgive. She won’t let Darcy beat herself up about it and insist that she’s done something irredeemable. Bing is, at heart, a redemption stan! So yeah, that’s my favorite moment for them: one where we see inexorable strength from Bing, and generous humility from Darcy, which is a nice reversal of traits.

2. What do you think is the moment Darcy falls in love with Eli? And I know this is a stupid question because: “I cannot fix upon the hour or the spot or the look or the words that laid the foundation. It was too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew I had begun.” But what is the moment, to you, where Darcy realizes/admits to herself that she’s in love with Eli?

TLB: Listen, Darcy immediately knows he’s hot, and subverts the thought before it’s even been consciously observed. But despite that, Darcy doesn’t really take an interest in him until she sees things about him that contradict her assumptions. In their very first meeting, she seems him take control of his dad, and she feels sorry for him. When he shows up at Netherfield, she’s uncomfortable with the way Cal and Harry treat him, and she notices how soft he is with his brother. But I think the moment that Darcy really, truly falls for Eli in more than just a “crush” sense is when she sees him at the Netherfield Ball--obviously she’s all aflutter about dancing with him but what it comes down to is recognizing that there’s a stubborn nobility about him and the way he takes care of his family. It isn’t to be pitied. And Darcy can’t help but respect that.

So, if all the foundation is there--attraction and respect and longing--why doesn’t she phrase it right at Hunsford? I don’t think it’s love, then. She thinks it is! It’s meant to be love! She wants it to be love! (She doesn’t think she’s capable of love...). C.S. Lewis talked about how, if we end up in heaven, everything about our lives was pointing towards heaven, and if we end up in hell, everything about our lives was pointing towards hell. Sobering, right? But I think it’s the same with love. Darcy was infatuated and bothered and interested in Eli, and she put it all on the line at the infamous “proposal” because “she never does anything by halves.” But love, true love? When did it BECOME that? 

I think it became true love when it softened. After the letter, which was not selfish, per se, but still a self-focused act...and yet simultaneously a renunciation of self. After the letter, Darcy sees him again at Pemberley.  She isn’t asking anything from him, this time, but she also sees how he’s softened. She watches him be kind to George. All of this is quieter and steadier and therefore more real. “In love” as a heady phrase becomes the word itself: LOVE. It’s love that encourages and allows her to help Eli and his family in the chapters that follow. And that’s why we can’t pin it down to an exact moment. It’s a progression, and it’s all pointing towards a beautiful end.

3. What is the moment, if you had to pin it to a moment, in which Eli falls for Darcy?

TLB: OK, this is a bit simpler, because he was being such a dunderhead, wasn’t he? I mean, he had his moments of attraction but it’s DEFINITELY the moment when he sees her with her hands full of roses at Pemberley. It just IS.

4. What was the hardest Darcy/Eli scene to write?

TLB: Getting the Infamous Proposal + the Letter right were not so much hard as just...high stakes. I really wanted it to be the clouds-bursting, earth-shaking moment that it is in P&P. I got good reviews for that, so--I think I did my job? A scene that I got a higher-than-expected amount of critique for was when Darcy rescues Eli from the fight and then patches him up. I LOVE THAT SCENE. But some of y’all had thoughts!

5. Is there a scene in FOTH that turned out better than you thought?

TLB: I guess the Letter worked for people, as I said. And I was glad, because the Letter is iconic. But for me, I feel that the Pemberley arc is some of my most magnificent work. Let’s see how it handles the rewrite!

6. As you wrote this and as you rewrite it, what surprises you about Darcy and Eli’s love story? About Bing and Darcy’s friendship?

TLB: Since Bing and Darcy’s friendship is in large part inspired by our own, as I get to know YOU better, I get to know THEM better, in ways that are unusual for an author, I think, because I have such a vivid muse :). And so this time around, rewriting, Bing is...she’s a bit spunkier! She has bad moments and bad days and she has great one-liners and she’s not afraid to say what she thinks. I think my first draft of Bing was a bit too sparkly and princess-like...and there’s nothing wrong with that, but she has edges. What’s beautiful--then and now--is how much Darcy and Bing work at their relationship. Friendship isn’t inferior to romance. Everyone always admits that romantic relationships need work. So do friendships! And when that work is done sincerely, it’s a joy. So that’s something that’s been cemented, again. And as for a new observation about Darcy...I’m fleshing out her backstory so much more this time! And that will influence all her relationships.

As for Eli and Darcy’s love story, I guess what surprises me is that they’re almost not compatible...and yet they are! I think that they are simultaneously magnetically drawn to each other but also a match that requires a lot of work. They are absolutely meant to be together but it’s not a relationship everyone might understand. I think, rather than being confusing/off-putting to the audience though, it makes it compelling.

7. I like to think about relationships in terms of emotional heaviness and lightness (because as we know everything is about balance. #reylo) So with Darcy and Eli, who’s the heavy one, who’s the light one? Or does it shift?

TLB: I think that Darcy is the heavy one and Eli is the light one. But the problem is that Eli’s life is really heavy and I think that he actually...has a harder time functioning than Darcy does? Like Darcy’s heaviness makes it hard for her to find personal healing and happiness, but she is very competent at carrying out her responsibilities and just...moving through life. She is very narrowly focused, it’s true, and that’s why she needs Eli’s levity to open up her prospects and hopes. But Eli struggles because he was made for laughter and dreams and adventure, and instead he’s trapped by his reality. And I love him very, very much but he has a LOT of growing to do. Both in balancing his emotions and his experiences with what he wants to become, and also in reclaiming his natural levity in healthy, positive ways. Does that make sense? I hope so!

FYI--Darcy is Kylo and Eli is Rey. It’s law.

8. How do you think Eli will ever fully get over his deep-seated belief that he’s not good enough for Darcy?

TLB: It takes longer than FoTH--which is why I planned and am writing a sequel--but yes. He has to, because that’s what real growth looks like. Saying “I don’t deserve...” is inherently selfish and prideful. That sounds really harsh! Let me explain. If we believe our wrongdoing and our shortcomings are too vast to be forgiven, if we believe we can’t be loved in spite of them, despite how much self-loathing we might couch this in, we are kind...elevating our idea of self over all other realities, aren’t we? And so in that sense, it is a generous gift to allow yourself to be loved. I think over time Eli will discover that allowing Darcy to love him is something that helps Darcy immensely, and will sacrifice his own carefully guarded pains for her good and happiness.

9. Name three songs that describe Darcy/Eli at different stages.

TLB:

1. Old Money by Lana Del Rey is perfect for Darcy at the beginning of the story, and though it isn’t a strictly romantic song, it’s exactly the context I’d want the reader to have a sense for how much she longs but can’t seem to reach him.

2. Changes in the Weather by Barefoot Truth was like...a super-important song that I overheard in a Panera around the time I was writing the Pemberley scenes (random sidenote: I often write “watching” instead of “writing” which is kind of a good instance of parapraxis, because I do sometimes feel like I’m writing down what I see!) and then I used it to give me the exact right mood for their eventual joyful reunion.

3. Dancing with Our Hands Tied by, you guessed it, TAYLOR SWIFT. Obviously this came out a year after I started FoTH and six months after I finished, but I think this is the perfectly beautiful and rather melancholy next chapter of their lives.

10. What does Darcy love best about Bing and vice-versa? 

TLB: Darcy loves how safe she feels with Bing. She’s constantly judging herself, but she doesn’t feel judged by Bing. So Bing is one of the few people who is kinder to Darcy than she is to herself.

Bing loves most, I think, that Darcy is DIFFERENT. She’s remarkable and one-of-a-kind and Bing isn’t in the least threatened by everything that makes Darcy so removed from the rest of the world, or the typical ideal of a “woman.” 

[letterstoocean]

my ocean, 

here is the cancer story. in the raw but for you.  i love you my ocean. 

 I was afraid of my own words, my own thoughts,  the things I would create.  Afraid they would  not be the fairy tale that I wanted life to be.  

And I kept running away from all of it.  Even saying to myself that you cannot run awayf rom yourself because yourself is still there. And yet I ekpt doing it.

It was what I knew.  Was how I raised.  “wake up baby. It is time to go”

Embracing the gypsy bohemian life followed a path that at times was a path of thorns. But still I refused to do anything believing it that who is I am.  That is the only thing I would ever know.

I was afraid and I kept running.

Until I could no longer run.  I finally had to face myself because myself  was dying.  One of the most terrifying experiences of my life.  When I say that I am not sure if I mean myself or the cancer.  There are times I believe it was the same thing.

But I had to decide which way I wanted to go.

It got to a point that all I did was lay in the air stream covered in sweat taking 18 medications that really were not working on masking things and consatntly covered in  sweat and crying.  

I would wake up by the toilet becuasthe cancer would trigger the fibormyalgia and they would dance with one another,  my mind and body being their dance floor.Ro keep curling into a ball doing nothing and feeling worse and worse everyday.  The fibromyalgia making every thought like another nail in a coffin that I was treating like my bed.

The cancer in me felt like I was constantly unclean.  I would sit for hours in a tub as hot as I could stand trying to sweat out a feeling that would just not go away.

The world to me was a shadow that was slowly creeping around me.  No light.  Nothing looked beautiful  Finding happiness was like pulling teeth.  So stopped looking for it.

One ngith I woke up next to the toilet laying in my own vomit.  I automatially reached for a pain killer to hopefully give me some sort of relief if only for a moment and the boy in me screamed at the top of his lungs.

“No!!!!.  This is it. I did not survive everything we went through just to die here on the foor because you wont get the fuck up.  Get! The! Fuck! Up!”

That boy.  That boy was my voice of reason.  The boy iwas ahsamed of.  Wanted to go away.  At times I ahted.  Was now the one thing that actually made me stop and stare at the bottle. Stare at the vomit on the floor.  Look up on the shelf at all the medications.  All the empty bottles everywhere.  And I looked around the airstream and realzied it was becoming my tomb. And it was starting to smell like a tomb.

Aside from my smell of sick and sweat.  The sink was full of dishes that I would not clean. The trash cans were full and were stinking.  I didnt even bother washign my clothes.  What was the point it was just me. No one would smell me.  I was fucking dying.

As long as no one saw mne die there really wouldnt much of a problem.

And that boy saved me. After so many years I began to lsiten to him again.  He was the survivor in me.  He was the one that never gave up.  He was the one that was my strength.  My words.

I heard him whisper very getnly in me like he was talking to a scared child, “fidn the desire to create soemthing beautiful from so much pain.  Do something good.  Get up. You can do this.”

The next morning I dumped the bottle of vicodin down the toilet.  I had to eigteen medicatiosn to quit and I was starting with pian killers first.

I slowlt wlaked out to the dead end like a zombie finding brains and looked own our dead end road, heard the boy in me smile and took a breath and said, “ok. Here we go.”

In the beginning I said if I could make it to the neighbors without passing out or puking I was doing great.  The neighbor lived twenty yards away ish.  

The first day I made it halfway there before I was throwing up in the ditch.  I cralwed home crying and screaming tried to sleep.

Four hours after throwing my vicodin away I began to hate my decision and reached for an oxycontin.

“no!!!!” the boy screamed.

I slowly slid the bottle back.  I went until that ngiht before the pain was too much and I wanted to die.

The next day I said the same thing.

Make it to the neighbors without puking.

I made it to the neighbors then puked.  I stumbled and crawled back home tried to sleep four hours later with no sleep I  reached for the oxycontin and again the boy screamed inside me wemt home and cried and slept all day.

The next day. Five more feet.  The day after that even further.

On day three the withdrawals began and my nightmares had just begun.  

This is when it was time to face the me that I had ran from all those years because it started to come in the ngithamres, the withdrawals the sahkes.  It was my own living hell that I ahd created and now laid in a bed and want4ed to die but the boy refused to et that happen.

I was so alone.  I would not go back gome to my friends I would not let them know what I was going through  I ket my family at a distance.  I had seen what cancer had doen tot hsoe around you it is almost harder for them tht is you because they feel so helpless at times and you just keep getting sick.  

I. Was. Alone.  And it was my choice.  The boy was going to do this.

I needed soemthing just to talk to I needed touch.  I am a hapless romantic at heart. I believe in energy.  I believe in touch in all of it is various forms.

So I searched for the animal that called to me.  I rescueda cat.

I answered an in a the local paper. I woma ran sort of a rescued cat thing out of her house.

I arrived told her my story and why I wanted the cat and she smiled, wiped tearsf rom her eyes and smiled, “i have your cat.”  She took me to a backroom wehre there was a cat laying looking out the window.  He was missing his tail, he just had a surgery from a broken leg, he had a chewed up ear and ;ppled at me blinked then rolled onto his abck for me to rub his belly.

He was definitly my cat.

I took him back tot he trailer, named him muse he we healed together.  

Muse had to stay inside until he is leg healed.  During the day he laid on me and sletp as I shivered convulsed and went through withdrawals.  

If I ahd ro puke he would lay next to me at the toilet. Urr and ut a little paw n me.

At ngiht he wanted to go out and paced back and forth in the airstream.  With hi bad leg there was a consatnt thump thump and this melodic purr click he did wanting me to let him out.

That purr click became what I focused on.

It became my music to get through the night.

Becasue the nights were horrible.

When he was able to walk ilet him out and he roamed the hillside charming the entire neighborhd.  The entire road knew my story. Knew muses story and hwy I ahd bought him.  And they would give me courage and keep an eye as I walked and healed.  Muse following nehind me until he got the to the curve nefore the braidge.  Dogs.  And he would sit and wiat for me.

This went on for three months. In two or three days I would kick a medication move on to another one, move further on down the road until I finally made it to the end of the road and our bridge.  

Once again a bridge in my life became a my savior.  We lived on a dead end road and there was hardly any traffic.  The bridge was where I would stop sometimes puke, but do it with hapiiness and smile that once again I made it to the bridge and all I ahd towas make it home.I would  My

I also began to dance. Well attempt to dance.

I danced.  And anced and danced.  Ar first just in the airstream and only a step or two and then I would need the trash can or sink to puke.  

I love dancing.  My mom taught me and it was one fothe things we did together nad every time we did it was our happy place.  A happy place among a chaos we had created and could not get away from.

And I rememebr that. Remebered the happy places that we really did not have many of, but the ones we did were so special to me.

I started filming myself to see hpw bad was. I wanted to see the enemy and I wanted him to defeat.

At the third motnhs I quit all meds.  I was offically cancer free. And as I wlaked down the brdige I bgean to dance as well.

I was alive and I was doing this.  I was coming back.  I danced like I had never danced before.  Headphones on I sang at the top of my lunf=gs and anced when the nighbors drove by singing to them with a smile as I kept walking down the road.

All the while muse was next to me.  

I was so overwhelemed with life that I was that guy that go would say with a big smile “look a tree!  My god that is the msot beauitful tree ever !!  Air. Gof this air is so wonderful”  

And my neighbors put upw ith it and cheered me on.

I believed I was immortal. And the wrold was mine

Then I got cancer a second time.

It ahd went form my thyroid to tmy lymphnodes and this time around cancer was pissed I ahd said I ahd kicked its ass and celebrated and this time around iw was ready and it was fight.  

Again felt that darkness in me that feeling diry and the boy and I both said “nO!!!!”  

All did was dance and walk write and paint  trying to create everythin beautiful I possibly could from thais fucking apin.

It got to the poitn that I felt safe walking off of our dead end road and to down the highway through the redwoods eventually making it to the two and half mile geeral store.

And again I danced.  I daned and daneced ans sang as cars passed by me.  At first thinking I was a madman.  Ut after awhile cheering me on and some people even stopping and telling me how seeing me dance every morning made theor day better.

And then I knew I was doing some good.  Not just for but for tohers.

This went on for three months. In two or three days I would kick a medication move on to another one, move further on down the road until I finally made it to the end of the road and our bridge.  

Once again a bridge in my life became a my savior.  We lived on a dead end road and there was hardly any traffic.  The bridge was where I would stop sometimes puke, but do it with hapiiness and smile that once again I made it to the bridge and all I ahd towas make it home.I would  My

[restaurantsoftware-blog]

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