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Ivy Brick Manor | Sims 2 Residential Lot Download

This charming 4 bedroom, 3.5 bath manor is a bold combination of textures and colors! It's built on a 4x3 lot, and costs §135,692.

I'd never used the bright red bricks with the stone accents before because there are not enough pieces to really match. But I was challenged by some comments in a Sims 2 group to play with color a bit more. Well, here is the result !

There's so much to see on the outside, so here's a little tour.

Conveniently enough there are quite a few tan wallpapers that harmonize with the lighter brick. Never a dull moment when playing a nearly cc-free game!

Hopefully this has given you some ideas of what to do or not to do with this brick if you weren't sure. 🤣

Now, on to the floor plan! I did some light decorating, but as always, if it's not your style just delete the items and replace them with something else.

1st Floor: Clockwise from left: Garage, bathroom/laundry room, kitchen, living room, family room, entryway, and dining room.

2nd Floor: Clockwise from left: small 1-bedroom apartment over the garage, master bathroom, kids bathroom, kids bedroom 1, kids bedroom 2, upstairs landing, and master bedroom.

Ivy Brick Manor: MF | SFS

All EPs and SPs are required.

*I highly recommend that you have the PerfectPlants mod from TwoJeffs*

I’ve run this home through the Lot Compressor so any random references to sims that aren’t there should be removed. I have also run this lot through the Lot Cleaner to remove any bits of buggy code. This lot comes with a shiny custom thumbnail so it has even more curb appeal in your Lots and Houses bin! 😄

This home only has 2 pieces of CC, one of which is a Maxis pre-order bonus for Seasons which you may already have in your game. These can easily be replaced or omitted if you don’t want them though.

CC List (Included): -Functional Washer and Dryer by MustLuvCatz at ModtheSims -Seasons Pre-Order Bonus "Garden Swing of Bliss and Harmony"

I ALWAYS recommend using the Sims 2 Pack Clean installer to install lot files.

Want to improve the look of your game, or grab some “Lost & Found” Maxis objects? Check out this post.

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I just realised that all the media I adore has some level of autistic/neurodivergent coding and it's been that way since I was a child.

And like, oftentimes their different way of perceiving and being in the world is the driving force of the story/and or a crucial element in it.

There’s the canon example of the entire Camp Halfblood (ADHD), where the ADHD is literally what keeps the characters alive.

There's Dean Winchester (ADHD) whose hyperfixations are typically masculine (as well as geeky) and who never sits still, with the added bonus of Castiel (Autism), who Dean just... accepts, in a way I rarely see.

Then there’s the infamous Will Graham (Autism) whose hyperempathy is litterally the focal point of the entire narrative.

We have Haru from Free! (Autism), whose special interest (swimming) is the motivating factor for several other characters.

Reki and Langa from Sk8 the infinity (Autism), who share a special interest and grow a special bond because of it.

There's Sai from Hikaru No Go (Autism), who trancedented time and space to play Go (special interest) and whose special interest sets the story into motion.

We have any version of Sherlock Holmes (AuDHD), who's brilliance I attribute to a mixture of hyperfixations and special interest in crime solving. His conflicts with society and disregard of social norms are a central theme as well.

There's Anne with an E (Autism), who loves words and stories and speaks before she thinks (where all major problems arise due to her lack of understanding for social norms)

We have Pat and Pran from Bad Buddy (ADHD + Autism), like I dunno, I just really felt that vibe.

There's Beth Harmon from Queen's Gambit (Autism) with her special interest in Chess.

And like, the list goes on: Daryl Dixon, Jon Snow, Kotaro from Kotaro Lives Alone, Will Treaty from the Ranger's apprentice, Hal from the same author, Katniss Everdeen, Si-eun from Weak Hero Class 1, etc.

Don't get me wrong I've consumed plenty of stories without characters coded this way, but all the stories that truly resonated with me? Neurodivergent, all of them.

It's probably because the focus on social norms/hierarchy always seemed foreign to me. Eg. I like Skam but it's like a view into a completely foreign world where people function differently.

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Narumitsu/AA fic rec list No.1

---- Multi-chapter ----

pressure (pushing down on me) ApprenticeofDoyle | @apprenticeofdoyle https://archiveofourown.org/works/28440966/chapters/69694179

miles edgeworth's terrible, no-good, very bad week ApprenticeofDoyle | @apprenticeofdoyle https://archiveofourown.org/works/29390913/chapters/72203136 (this one isn't completed but please listen to my advice: a fic does not need to be completed to be enjoyable and/or give you necessary feelings) This author writes so beautifully, go read both!!! The first one has such cute and emotional moments and there's a scene in particular I will cherish most dearly for all of eternity. The second one follows as the title says Miles's most terrible misfortunes (aka AAI), so enjoy his very well written struggles.

The Miraculous Disappearance Of Phoenix Wright JJsADragon | @4ragon https://archiveofourown.org/works/15341994 This is Phoenix-centric, narumitsu is background - it's so beautiful and it's full of Phoenix drama and... hear me out... Godot!!! But, being serious here. This one really struck me. I don't know, I don't quite have the words to explain. You need to experience it yourself. But I can say that it made me rethink my whole perception of Phoenix's character. Vacation All I Ever Wanted JJsADragon | @4ragon https://archiveofourown.org/works/25088599/chapters/60774496 Same author as previous one and what can I say? It's gorgeous go read it. Also side note I actually laughed out loud at very very frequent intervals.

Saturation (ongoing) TiedyedTrickster | @greentrickster https://archiveofourown.org/works/20272603/chapters/48054286 Already talked about this previously....: It's a Miles-POV fic, sweet & cute, emotional, with an amazing sense of humor. The character relationships are chef's kiss. Absolutely brilliant all around.

The Things We Agree to Believe are True actual_goblin | @metaphorical-goblin https://archiveofourown.org/works/42658245/chapters/107157108 I think this is the kind of thing you need to read without any explaination whatsoever. It's just... an adventure, I would call it, and very very beautiful, so just jump in. There is one thing I can say though. If you like character exploration, to a degree that is frankly out of this universe, GO.

Kindred timepatches | @monimolimnion  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28852137/chapters/70772769 It's about Miles adopting Pess! And it makes him realize a few things. It's so so very heartwaming. Set during the 7y gap. I think whatever I say might spoil it so I'll just describe how it made me feel! Fuzzy. Warm. Sappy. Cozy like wrapped in a blanket in winter with a nice cup of cocoa in hand. ---- One-shots ----

pressed beneath the burden of proof harmony | @harmonization https://archiveofourown.org/works/57174151 So very very very well written - I love how the author describes thoughts and emotions... it felt like I was feeling them myself.

Trials, Texts, and Tribulations bluemoodblue | @blue-mood-blue https://archiveofourown.org/works/20590601 Just very very sweet and with such nice subtlety it made me scream internally-- I love subtle things.

A Boy at the Airport KrisseyCrystal (IceCreAMS) | @krisseycrystal https://archiveofourown.org/works/29741124 Kid Apollo + Wrightworth. cute too cute too extremely cute family feelings overload ---- my heart is flying away...

Code to My Heart SnowOnVenus | @legayllyblonde https://archiveofourown.org/works/57499360 Incredibly beautiful and the drawings made to accompany it are absolutely charming and so fitting to the story... I especially love how Edgeworth's character was explored here. This will forever be inprinted in my heart.

To be honest there are so many more so I will probably make more lists in the future, as I also need to reread things (I have terrible, terrible memory)... hence the '1' on the title.

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Codes listed under "keep reading"

соняшник JVG-VNT-GGG

Be True ML3-FD4-ND9

Schrödinger’s Gun 9LX-7YC-6TX

Seraphim’s Gauntlets XVX-DKJ-CVM

Jade’s Burrow TNN-DKM-6LG

A Classy Order YRC-C3D-YNC

Galilean Excursion JYN-JAA-Y7D

Cryonautics RA9-XPH-6KJ

Future in Shadow 7LV-GTK-T7J

Countdown to Convergence PHV-6LF-9CP

Sneer of the Oni 6LJ-GH7-TPA

Heliotrope Warren L7T-CVV-3RD

Sequence Flourish 7D4-PKR-MD7

Tangled Web PKH-JL6-L4R

Crushed Gamma D97-YCX-7JK

The Visionary XFV-KHP-N97

Stag’s Spirit T67-JXY-PH6

Liminal Nadir VA7-L7H-PNC

Shadow’s Light F99-KPX-NCF

Neon Mirage YAA-37T-FCN

In Urbe Inventa XVK-RLA-RAM

In Vino Mendacium J6P-9YH-LLP

Visio Spei 993-H3H-M6K

Limitless Horizon XMY-G9M-6XH

Airlock Invitation HN3-7K9-93G

Harmonic Commencement VXN-V3T-MRP

M:\>START JND-HLR-L69

Bulbul Tarang A67-C7X-3GN

Adventurous Spirit 9FY-KDD-PRT

Bulbul Tarang A67-C7X-3GN

Risen THR-33A-YKC

Gone Home 3CV-D6K-RD4

Myopia FMM-44A-RKP

Folding Space 3J9-AMM-7MG

Archived PTD-GKG-CVN

End of the Rainbow (Transmat) R9J-79M-J6C

2023 Pride Celebration: Rainbow Connection Emote TK7-D3P-FDF

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*important disclaimer: while I would be considered part of the autistic spectrum, I recognize not all the traits I inhabit apply to other autistic people and vice versa, nor do all of the traits these characters on the list portray always apply to myself or other autistic people. Remember: if you've met ONE autistic person...then you've only met just the one.

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Silicon Valley let out a sigh of relief on Wednesday when it learned that President Donald Trump’s tariff bonanza included an exemption for semiconductors, which, at least for now, won’t be subject to higher import duties. But just three days later, some US tech companies may be finding that the loophole actually creates more problems than it solves. After the tariffs were announced, the White House published a list of the products that it says are unaffected, and it doesn’t include many kinds of chip-related goods.

That means only a small number of American manufacturers will be able to continue sourcing chips without needing to factor in higher import costs. The vast majority of semiconductors that come into the US currently are already packaged into products that are not exempt, such as the graphics processing units (GPUs) and servers for training artificial intelligence models. And manufacturing equipment that domestic companies use to produce chips in the US wasn’t spared, either.

“If you are a major chip producer who is making a sizable investment in the US, a hundred billion dollars will buy you a lot less in the next few years than the last few years,” says Martin Chorzempa, a senior fellow at the Peterson Institute for International Economics.

The US Department of Commerce did not respond to a request for comment.

Stacy Rasgon, a senior analyst covering semiconductors at Bernstein Research, says the narrow exception for chips will do little to blunt wider negative impacts on the industry. Given that most semiconductors arrive at US borders packaged into servers, smartphones, and other products, the tariffs amount to “something in the ballpark of a 40 percent blended tariff on that stuff,” Rasgon says, referring to the overall import duty rate applied.

Rasgon notes that the semiconductor industry is deeply dependent on other imports and on the overall health of the US economy, because the components it makes are in so many kinds of consumer products, from cars to refrigerators. “They are macro-exposed,” he says.

To determine what goods the tariffs apply to, the Trump administration relied on a complex existing system called the Harmonized Tariff Schedule (HTS), which organizes millions of different products sold in the US market into numerical categories that correspond to different import duty rates. The White House document lists only a narrow group of HTS codes in the semiconductor field that it says are exempted from the new tariffs.

GPUs, for example, are typically coded as either 8473.30 or 8542.31 in the HTS system, says Nancy Wei, a supply chain analyst at the consulting firm Eurasia Group. But Trump’s waiver only applies to more advanced GPUs in the latter 8542.31 category. It also doesn’t cover other codes for related types of computing hardware. Nvidia’s DGX systems, a pre-configured server with built-in GPUs designed for AI computing tasks, is coded as 8471.50, according to the company’s website, which means it’s likely not exempt from the tariffs.

The line between these distinctions can sometimes be blurry. In 2020, for example, an importer of two Nvidia GPU models asked US authorities to clarify what category it considered them falling under. After looking into the matter, US Customs and Border Protection determined that the two GPUs belong to the 8473.30 category, which also isn’t exempt from the tariffs.

Nvidia’s own disclosures about the customs classifications of its products paint a similar picture. Of the over 1,300 items the company lists on its website, less than one-fifth appear to be exempt from Trump’s new tariffs, according to their correspondent HTS codes. Nvidia declined to comment to WIRED on which of its products it believes the new import duties apply to or not.

Bad News for US AI Firms

If a wide range of GPUs and other electronic components are subject to the highest country-specific tariffs, which are scheduled to kick in next week, US chipmakers and AI firms could be facing a significant increase in costs. That could potentially hamper efforts to build more data centers and train the world’s most cutting-edge artificial intelligence models in the US.

That's why Nvidia’s stock price is currently “getting killed,” Rasgon says, having shed roughly one-third of its value since the start of 2025.

“AI hardware, particularly high-end GPUs from Nvidia, will see rising costs, potentially stalling AI infrastructure development in the US,” says Wei from Eurasia Group. “Cloud computing, quantum computing, and military-grade semiconductor applications could also be impacted due to higher costs and supply uncertainties.”

Mark Wu, a professor at Harvard Law School who specializes in international trade, says the looming possibility that other countries embedded in the semiconductor supply chain could impose retaliatory tariffs on the US is creating a very unpredictable environment for businesses. Trump may also soon announce more tariffs specifically targeting chips, something he alluded to at a press briefing on Thursday. “There's so many different scenarios,” Wu says. “It’s almost futile to sort of speculate without knowing what's under consideration.”

More Challenges to Reshoring

Trump has said that his trade policies are intended to bring more manufacturing to the US, but they threaten to reverse what had been a bumper period for US chipmaking. The Semiconductor Industry Association recently released figures showing that sales grew 48.4 percent in the Americas between February 2023 and 2024, far above rates in China, where sales only increased 5.6 percent, and Europe, which saw sales decrease 8.1 percent.

The US has a relatively small share of the global chipmaking market as a whole, however, due to decades of offshoring. Fabrication plants located in the country account for just 12 percent of worldwide capacity, down from 37 percent in 1990. The CHIPS Act, introduced under the Biden administration, sought to reverse the trend by appropriating $52 billion for investment in chip manufacturing, training, and research. Trump called the law a “horrible thing” and recently set up a new office to manage its investments.

A glaring omission in the list of HTS code exempt from Trump’s tariffs are those that correspond to lithography machines, a highly sophisticated category of equipment central to chipmaking. Most of the world’s advanced lithography machines are made today in countries like the Netherlands (subject to a 20 percent tariff) and Japan (a 24 percent tariff). If these devices become significantly more costly to import, it could get in the way of bringing semiconductor manufacturing back to the US.

Also hit by Trump’s tariffs are a litany of less fancy but still essential ingredients for chipmaking: steel, aluminum, electrical components, lighting, and water treatment technology. All of those goods could become more expensive thanks to tariffs. “This is the classic tariff conundrum: If you put tariffs on something, it protects one kind of business, but everything upstream and downstream can lose out,” says Chorzempa.

US Allies Feel the Heat

While some countries that are already subject to US sanctions, like Russia and North Korea, were not included in the tariffs, many American allies are, like Taiwan, which plays an outsize role in the global semiconductor supply chain today compared to its size, because it’s home to companies like Taiwan Semiconductor Manufacturing Company (TSMC), which produces the lion's share of the world’s most advanced chips.

Taiwan will still feel the impact of the tariffs, despite the semiconductor carve-out, because most of what it actually exports to the US is not exempt, says Jason Hsu, a former Taiwan legislator and senior fellow at the Hudson Institute, a DC-based think tank.

Only about 10 percent of Taiwan’s exports to the US last year were semiconductor products that would be exempt from the new tariffs, according to trade data released by the Department of Commerce. The vast majority of Taiwan’s exports are things like data servers and will be taxed an additional 32 percent.

Unlike TSMC, Taiwanese companies that make servers often operate on thin margins, so they may have no choice but to raise prices for their American clients. “We might be looking at AI server prices going completely out of the roof after that,” Hsu says.

Hsu notes that the new tariffs will particularly hurt Southeast Asian countries, which could undermine a long-standing US strategic objective to decouple from supply chains in China. Countries in the region are being hit with some of the highest tariff rates of all—like Vietnam at 46 percent and Thailand at 36 percent—figures that could deter chipmaking companies like Intel and Micron from moving their factories out of China and into these places.

“I see no soft landing to this,” Hsu says. “I see this as becoming an explosion of global supply chain disorder and chaos. The ramifications are going to be very long and painful.”

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DAY 26 Prompt: Horror Movie/Game C/W: Mind control, attempted drowning 1.9k

Day 26 - Horror Game/Movie

The title screen of Siren Seaside: Paradise Shores practically emanated sunshine. The beautifully rendered waves lapped at a sandy shore, a rhythmic rush of water timed to the motions. Gulls cawed in the background, looping a predetermined route through fluffy clouds slowly panning to the right, slipping behind the row of tropical, fruit-bearing trees that led away from the golden beach. 

You couldn’t hit PLAY any faster, excited to start the cozy seaside-life RPG that had popped up on your D.D.D. overnight. Levi must have sent an invite code to your device sometime after midnight, the code meant to automatically install the game. 

He knew you were a fan of slice-of-life games, farming simulators and the like, so a gesture such as this wasn’t that odd. If anything, he had given you something to look forward to after classes ended. 

Now comfortable in your casual clothes, your uniform draped over one of the many chairs in your room, you decided to get right to Siren Seaside. Perching on the edge of your mattress, you figured you could relocate later, once you got a feel for the gameplay and what was required to progress. 

A cute little gull in a sailor’s cap flew down from the picturesque sky, stuck the landing in the sand and waved to the little avatar you had designed to resemble yourself. 

“Welcome to Paradise Shores!” The bird squawked. “We’re so happy you could join us.”

You smiled down at your D.D.D. screen, the gull’s cheery dance a fleeting moment before it deflated. An animated exhale told you the bird was disappointed. “See, Paradise Shores has fallen on some hard times lately…But surely, you can help us!”

The jingling music seemed to swell in the background as the bird perked up. It was a pleasant melody, all marimba, bass, and the soft tap of a snare. It was certainly evocative of a vacation. What you wouldn’t give for a piña colada in a coconut husk, right about now. 

“The island goddess is upset with us, for we’ve been too busy to worship at her altar…” Lifting its speckled wing to rub at its brow, careful not to knock its tiny sailor’s hat, it shot you a sheepish grin. With new enthusiasm, it explained, “That’s where you come in! If you can appease the goddess with some foraged offerings, she’s sure to breathe new life into Paradise Shores!”

The screen swiped to the next part of the tutorial, a graphic of waves pulling in the tide as instructions popped up onto your screen, as well as a request to grant access to other apps on your D.D.D.

FIRST TASK: Earn Paradise Points by moving throughout your world. Siren Seaside requires access to your camera, location, and fitness data to promote interacting with your reality to progress in game. Try taking a few steps while looking through your camera! 

You did as you were asked, rising from your bed and navigating through your room, through the lens of your D.D.D. You laughed, watching as the screen shifted with your movements. If you stepped towards the left, shifted your body in the same direction, you could make out a path leading into the island’s jungle. Swinging the device to the right pointed towards the pier. 

There was a voice singing along to the music now. Something low and jolly, harmonizing nicely with the brisk marimba. It resonated in your bones, an almost familiar nostalgia to the notes singing incomprehensible lyrics. 

Your gut told you to head for the pier. 

Stepping out of your room, you navigated towards your goal while walking through the House of Lamentation. You learned quickly that it didn’t matter what direction in which you were stepping in your reality. As long as you kept the screen angled to your destination in-game, then you progressed towards the pier. 

You were starting to notice a twang to the voice chanting in the music. It warmed your heart, the quirky little intonation choices the musician made. The melody seemed to swell with every step towards the waves that lapped at the legs of the pier, nearly knocking the pastel barnacles from the support beams. It was almost mesmerizing, the way the sea moved with the music, cresting at the highest note of the melodic malloting and falling away at the command of the voice.

The ocean itself glittered like jewels, freshly polished and examined beneath a spotlight. The seabreeze dusted your cheeks, cool and salty, and you wanted nothing more than to just submerge yourself into the water. It had been so long since you had been to the beach. Memories of dipping your toes into the shallows, laughing as you were sprayed by a nearby wave when it crashed onto the shore, flashed behind your eyes. 

Life was easier back then, wasn’t it?

You wet your dry, chapped lips, watching the water on the screen undulate in time to the steady beat of the soundtrack. You had a sports drink in the fridge, didn’t you? That would certainly quench your thirst. 

Allowing the tap of the snare, the clash of the hi-hat to accent the clap of your feet against the ground, you molded your movements to the melody swimming through your mind. Two steps forward, two pretty lines, almost cooed, by that achingly familiar voice. You stepped to the right–the music didn’t like that.

But the left? The marimba jingled in delight. 

Your throat itched, and no matter how much saliva you managed to swallow, it wasn’t enough. You were thirsty. So very thirsty. Longing for those better times, those beach days long gone where you could sip lemonade while the waves lapped at your ankles, at your waist, at your collarbones.

You were almost in the kitchen, the sports drink beckoning you. One sip and you’d be there, upon tropical shores. You were so parched, dehydrated, left to shrivel up and die in the scorching savannah in the southern region of the Devildom. That calming voice, the voice that promised relief. 

You just needed to reach into the fridge. 

One more step, and you would quench your thirst, dip your toes into the metaphorical ocean within the bottle. The voice encouraged you, praised your resolve. You were doing so well. You were going to get everything you wanted.

Just one.

More.

Step.

“H-HEY!” 

It was a distant sound, barely even perceptible as you settled into the cool bliss of the game, spirals of blue cradling your limbs and satisfying that pesky thirst. Oh, how sweet the taste of the drink, of the gentle crooning in your ear. Drink, it sang. Drink, and you will find peace. The way you sunk into the abyss, supported by those sugary sounds of comfort, floating in what you knew to be the heaven you had always longed for…Why, this game knew you better than you knew yourself.

SPLASH!

A flash of indigo, a tug on the collar of your shirt. Everything moved so slowly, sluggishly, like you were being pulled through mud. You felt the fingers dig into your wrist to check your pulse. You felt the quivering lips on your own, breathing life into your lungs. 

Next thing you knew, you were spewing water from your lungs, oxygen scorching the inside of your chest as your eyes flew open. 

“ARE YOU INSANE?!” Leviathan nails dug into your shoulders, frenzied eyes glistening as tears tracked down his face. Looming over you, he nearly eclipsed the pretty undulation of the aquarium reflection on his ceiling. 

You blinked. Your eyes stung, your lashes wet and your sinuses on fire. Each inhale shocked your system, and you barely dislodged his grip to roll over before you spit up water into his face. 

“I…” Speaking hurt. It hurt so much. But Levi was crouched there, confusion clashing the panic in his amber gaze, and you knew you had to explain. With a cough, you tried again, “I thought I was in the kitchen? I was so thirsty.”

Levi glanced around his room, as if he thought he was missing something. “Why would you think you’re in the kitchen?!” 

Spluttering, all you could manage was a meek, “How did you know where to find me?” 

“Because you passed everyone like a zombie and they’re freaking the Devildom out!” Levi threw up his arms, his aura overwhelming, pressing into you from where he paced around his room. It was oppressive, all fear and paranoia and the slightest pinch of betrayal. 

The world seemed fuzzy, as if you were peering in from outside your body. What happened? Why were you drenched? Why were you in Levi’s room? 

Why was he losing his shit? 

“Seriously!” His canines glinted in the blue light of the aquarium, “What were you thinking?”

Your tongue heavy in your mouth, it took effort to respond, “I was playing Siren Seaside… I was headed towards the pier…”

Brilliant eyes flicked to the D.D.D. glitching in the vice grip of your hand, water damage frying its insides. “Siren Seaside? Where did you hear about that?”

“You didn’t install it for me?”

“N-no?”

Something inside you went cold, an ice cube plopped into your stomach. Your voice dropping, piecing the puzzle together as you admitted, “It was on my D.D.D. when I woke up…”

“That’s because it’s cursed. It’s a cursed game!” Though Levi voiced your realization aloud, it failed to soothe your humiliation, your terror. “It’s meant to trick players into drowning themselves!” 

“Oh.” You answered dumbly, gooseflesh erupting over your forearms, creeping up your neck. You blinked your aching eyes, finally acknowledging the smudges and handprints on the glass of Levi’s massive aquarium. 

You supposed it made sense. Sirens were known to lure people to their death by drawing them in with a dangerous melody. You should have realized that. Hell, you had witnessed Levi and Beel struggle through making a cocktail while listening to Lucifer’s recording of a siren’s song. How had you missed something so obvious? 

Though the song, the voice, had felt so familiar. That’s what had mesmerized you, wasn’t it? That comforting twang, that gentle laugh. The game had used a voice that you associated with safety.

“I’m…” Levi’s breath ghosted over your ear, and you heard him plop down behind you. Before you could ask him what he was doing, his arms wound around your waist, pulled your spine to his chest. His long legs–sweatpants damp from the unavoidable splash of tugging you from the tank–bracketed yours, his entire frame curling around you as if to protect you from further harm. “I’m so glad I caught you.”

Your breath caught in your throat. He was trembling, you could feel his bones rattling against yours. Squeezing you tight, he nuzzled his face into the column of your throat, and you could have sworn you heard him whine something solemn and mournful. 

“Levi!” You protested, his grip around your middle turning a little too demon, “I can’t breathe!”

“Gah! S-sorry!” With a yelp, he loosened his arms, but refused to move from his position. It hurt your heart–Leviathan wasn’t the most physically affectionate of your housemates. You must have really scared him to prompt such a reaction. 

Hooking his chin over your shoulder, he gestured to the device flickering in your hand. In a commanding voice, low and rather unlike him, Levi insisted,  “Now, give me your D.D.D. We’re putting it in rice and deleting that game right away.”

As he grumbled to himself, his octave reflective of his distress, you couldn’t help but think…

That pretty crooning that harmonized beneath the marimba hadn’t sounded that different. 

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Leroy Jethro Gibbs (Mark Harmon) lived by his rules on NCIS.

For 19 seasons, Gibbs spouted his guidance to his team of special agents, giving them a handbook to live and work by. The lead character had 91 rules, which have not all yet been revealed.

Actor Harmon left the series in 2021, but his character's list of advice lives on with the prequel series NCIS: Origins, and the NCIS flagship, whose 22nd season concludes on May 5.

"My wife believed we all should have a code to live by, a set of rules," Gibbs said in a voiceover, on the third episode of NCIS: Origins, the series following Gibbs' early days with the Naval Criminal Investigative Service.

"And I believed in her. So for years, I wrote my own rules down on napkins, scraps of paper," he continued. "I followed all of them to the letter."

While the NCIS franchise continues to share more of the guidelines, here are 12 rules Gibbs swore by, and the meanings behind his words of wisdom.

No. 1: Never screw over your partner

The NCIS team must depend on one another, so trust and loyalty are essential to their work.

"Never screw over your partner" is Gibbs' first rule, but according to Special Agent Timothy McGee (Sean Murray) in season 8, there is also another no. 1: "Never let suspects stay together."

Whether it was Gibbs and Senior Field Agent Anthony DiNozzo (Michael Weatherly) out on the field or Dr. Donald "Ducky" Mallard (David McCallum) and Dr. Jimmy Palmer (Brian Dietzen) working hand-in-hand in the lab, partners leaned on each other.

No. 2: Always wear gloves at a crime scene

Wearing gloves at a gruesome crime scene is taken literally by the members of NCIS.

The rule can also be applied to being prepared to do your job, whether it's a crime scene or not.

No. 3: Never believe what you are told; double-check

Gibbs taught his team to always have a healthy level of skepticism when it comes to investigations. He pushed the agents to confirm and verify the information they were given was correct, even if it came from a trusted source.

Like the first rule, the third rule has two entries, one of which is "Never be unreachable." Although the agents split their time between the office and the streets, they need to maintain communication, including during their off hours, in the event of an emergency.

No. 4: The best way to keep a secret? Keep it to yourself.

To avoid accidentally spilling private details, don't say them at all.

The rest of the rule goes even further: "Second best? Tell one other person — if you must. There is no third best."

As with the rest of their training, McGee, Special Agent Nicholas Torres (Wilmer Valderrama) and the others were taught to stay tight-lipped about what they saw on duty and how it affected their courses of action.

No. 9: Never go anywhere without a knife.

Similar to rule No. 2, this piece of advice is not only about preparation, but also self-defense.

Though the NCIS team members are usually armed, backup can go a long way if things go wrong. A knife can be used as both a weapon and a tool to help get out of tricky situations.

No. 12: Never date a coworker

Things get messy when personal and professional lives mix.

As viewers have seen, a few team members have gotten romantically involved with each other over the years, like DiNozzo and Special Agent Ziva David (Cote de Pablo); Torres and Special Agent Eleanor Bishop (Emily Wickersham); and more recently, Palmer and Special Agent Jessica Knight (Katrina Law).

Gibbs' rule to never date a co-worker was implemented to avoid drama in the office, but even he had a hard time following it. Each relationship played out with a varying degree of complication, including broken hearts.

No. 14: Bend the line, don't break it

Different situations have unique boundaries of what's acceptable, but remember to bend the rules, never break them.

The rule was introduced in season 11 of NCIS but is still an important mantra years later. Notably, an October 2024 episode of the prequel series, NCIS: Origins, is titled "Bend, Don't Break."

No. 28: When you need help, ask.

Asking teammates for help is not a sign of weakness; instead, it can strengthen the bond between NCIS members.

Whether it's a case that continuously leads to more questions than answers or a personal dilemma someone can't shake, Gibbs' team looks toward one another for assistance when all else fails.

No. 35: Always watch the watchers

Despite upholding their own standards, Gibbs also encouraged his agents to keep tabs on the organizations and/or individuals meant to oversee others. Doing so could help avoid massive mistakes in the future.

No. 36: If it feels like you're being played, you probably are

In addition to the training the agents received, they were always reminded to return to the basics, including trusting their instincts. If things seem suspicious or too good to be true, they probably are.

No. 51: Sometimes you're wrong.

Occasionally, it's more important to admit an error than cling to the belief that you're always right.

Another essential rule, so crucial that the NCIS season 7 finale was titled, "Rule Fifty-One."

No. 91: When you decide to walk away, never look back

To put it simply, leave the past in the past. Don't obsess over what could have been and move on.

A rule that Gibbs lives by, so much so that he named his boat Rule 91. In the season 18 finale, "Rule 91," Gibbs' boat was blown up, but he swam to safety.

In the next season, Gibbs followed his own rule and left NCIS, choosing to stay and live in Alaska, where he was last seen fishing.

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new fridge arrived!! please add to the “i’m with the boomers on this one” list that major appliances should come with an actual paper manual instead of a QR code on a sticker.

no one was around to appreciate my skills and resourcefulness so you all get to hear about how i reassembled the doors myself because that wasn’t covered in installation. there were a few screws missing (as compared against the ~digital manual~), but i think it’s fine. the holes where the screws weren’t were all foam filled, so i guess i can safely foam fill the newly empty holes too (and maybe even use a matching color?? come on GE you’re killing me here).

i do like these sorts of projects a lot, but it would have been more fun if i weren’t painfully fatigued and if i had the right size “optional tools” so i didn’t have to hack job it and also didn’t have to use my phone as a spacer because the one they included like wildly did not fit lol. feeling good feeling resourceful.

hoping the alarm-like harmonics from the condenser are just the initial cooling process coming down from room temperature. all in all not the ideal beginning for a long term appliance relationship but we’re gonna bond while i lie crying on the kitchen floor near it for a few hours (saying i was “feeling good” is a stretch), since i have expended 9 days of effort in 4 hours and am too dizzy now to stand 🙃 but VICTORY!!!

sad part is that i feel VERY guilty for how much dirt was behind the fridge where i couldn’t get to it. i’m so sorry mom, i inherited an object and did not treat it well because i have no idea what kind of Contraption you innovated to clean such an inaccessible location 😔 lost generational knowledge 😔 it was a 35 year old fridge tho so probably needed replacement even if i cleaned it all the time?? i hope so otherwise i may perish from shame before i can innovate a Contraption of my own to clean the new one.

but saddest part of ALL is they didn’t give me the cardboard box ☹️. i’m so so so sad about that i wanted to build a rocket ship.

[inkedwithcharm]

The Pull Between Us | JJK

Chapter Two:

Gravity Remembers

The Upper World had no shadows—at least, not visibly. Everything was cast in a gleam: walls of seamless glass, corridors lined in opaline white, ceilings that shifted with the sun’s path. But even the brightest rooms had corners where secrets pooled.

And secrets often wore lab coats.

Min Yoongi’s laboratory wasn’t listed on any official registry. It sat beneath the High Council’s university complex, hidden behind a temperature-controlled wine cellar that hadn’t stocked real wine in years. Few dared visit. Even fewer left with answers.

Jungkook, however, was not most people.

“I was wondering how long it would take you,” Yoongi murmured without looking up as the studio door hissed open. He stood beside a wall-to-wall display, symbols floating in the air around him—data charts, gravitational pulse patterns, and forbidden waveform models. His dark hair was tied loosely at the nape, and his sleeves were rolled to the elbows, revealing inked formulas on his forearms. Remnants of rebellion.

“You knew I’d come?” Jungkook asked.

Yoongi finally glanced at him. “You’re Namjoon’s little brother. You were raised on answers. Eventually, you’d start asking the wrong questions.”

“I saw something,” Jungkook said.

“You’re not the first.”

Silence fell between them, filled only by the faint hum of rotating archives.

“I want to know what it was,” Jungkook continued. “And why it felt like someone… was looking back.”

Yoongi motioned him over with a flick of his wrist. “Do you believe in memory fields?”

Jungkook hesitated. “Those are theoretical.”

“Not to her.”

Yoongi tapped a glowing blue model. It shimmered, then shifted into a holographic display of two gravitational fields spiraling around each other—barely touching, always resisting. One was bright and smooth. The other, jagged, filled with distortion.

“This is the Lower World’s field?” Jungkook guessed.

Yoongi nodded. “Unstable. Dense. It burns anything from the Upper World if contact exceeds ninety seconds. But lately…” He touched the edge of the distortion. “It’s changing. Someone’s tampering.”

Jungkook’s pulse quickened.

“Someone down there,” Yoongi added.

“Is it possible they’ve made contact?” Jungkook asked.

Yoongi’s eyes sharpened. “Do you want the real answer or the safe one?”

Jungkook didn’t blink. “The real one.”

Yoongi smirked, then turned to a locked archive panel. With a code and a retinal scan, it opened—revealing a dusty containment case. Inside sat an old, corroded field balancer.

“This was confiscated ten years ago. It wasn’t made here. It’s Lower World tech. Crude. Dangerous. But functional.” He lifted it gently. “It came with blueprints.”

Jungkook stepped closer. The blueprints were faded but legible—schematics of mirror arrays, field stabilizers, and something else. A title scribbled in Lower Script.

“Harmonic Bridge Prototype.”

“She’s building a bridge,” Jungkook whispered.

“Or breaking a barrier,” Yoongi said. “It depends on who’s watching.”

Jungkook looked at the balancer, a strange ache blooming in his chest. “Why haven’t you reported this?”

Yoongi was quiet for a moment, then said softly, “Because I know what it feels like to want to touch something forbidden.”

Their eyes met. For once, Jungkook saw no calculation in Yoongi’s face—only an echo of the same gravity pulling at him.

That night, Jungkook stood alone in his observatory.

Outside the transparent ceiling, the stars wheeled slowly above and below. The Lower World shimmered faintly beneath, like a sleeping city dipped in rusted gold.

He activated his canvas wall again—but this time, not to paint. He uploaded the waveform data from Yoongi’s archive, overlaying it against his own sketches. The patterns matched.

More than matched.

They completed each other.

Lines aligned. Frequencies echoed. It was like their worlds—despite everything—had been designed to mirror.

She’s real.

The realization hit like a breath drawn too deeply. Whoever she was, wherever she was—she wasn’t just a dream. She was proof.

And gravity, Jungkook thought, wasn’t a prison.

It was a path.

Across the Veil, Y/N adjusted the polarity of her prototype field balancer with trembling fingers. The last mirror test had overloaded the stabilizer, and her tools were running low. Supplies were harder to come by now that UNITY was monitoring rogue energy fluctuations.

She couldn’t stay in Sector 9 much longer.

Jimin had gone to barter for parts from a smuggler on the outer rim. Hoseok was building a decoy tracker to throw off patrols. They were risking everything for her—because she still believed there was something out there. Someone.

She hadn’t seen the reflection again. Not since that moment.

But she felt it. Like a phantom thread tugging at her ribs.

Not just curiosity.

Recognition.

She opened her journal and turned to the page with the boy’s silhouette.

A new title above it:

“Fracture Echo.”

She added a second figure.

Smaller. Distant. Almost lost in the draw of space.

Then, for the first time, she drew the bridge between them.

The hum of energy surged through her fingers.

Y/N adjusted the final coil beneath the mirror array. Sparks kissed her gloves, crackling violet against the air—an unstable but promising reaction. For the first time in weeks, the waveform held steady.

She exhaled.

“Three minutes,” she whispered. “Just give me three minutes.”

The lab was built into an abandoned sky-shaft tunnel, carved from rust and forgotten engineering. The mirror array stood in the center: circular, fractured glass fragments suspended midair by electromagnetic columns. A pulse monitor beat gently beside her—tracking gravitational radiation, neural echo, and time exposure. Nothing she did could last long. Every second she remained connected to the Upper World’s field risked a burn rupture.

But today, the veil shimmered differently.

She turned the dial.

Light flared.

And then—

A flicker.

A flash of movement from the other side. Not an image. Not a shape. But color.

Cobalt blue.

She gasped. “It’s painting back.”

He didn’t mean to mix the colors that way.

But his hand moved without him—brush dragging navy and soot into wide sweeping arcs across the digital canvas. A moment before, he’d been painting the garden canopy, its reflective petals. Now, his screen blazed with something else:

Fragments. Light trapped in broken glass. A girl behind mirrors.

He stumbled back.

“What the—”

The studio lights glitched. For a second, the gravity sensor blinked red. It returned to normal a heartbeat later, but the canvas remained changed.

Painted lines that didn’t match his original vision.

He hadn’t imagined her.

“Jimin,” she hissed into her comm. “It responded. The array—reflected something new. I didn’t just see through—I think he saw me.”

Silence on the other end. Then:

“You said ‘he.’”

Y/N hesitated. “I… don’t know. It felt like that. Someone real. Not just an echo.”

“You’re bonding with a ghost through gravity breaches.”

“I’m bonding with possibility.”

Jimin sighed, but softer this time. “Get out of there, Y/N. They’re tracking the spike.”

She glanced at the pulse monitor—already pulsing red.

Too late.

She deactivated the field balancer and yanked the mirror array’s core offline. The glass shards dropped into their sockets like metal sighs. Lights dimmed. But the image still floated behind her eyes.

Not just color now.

A face was forming in her memory.

One she’d never seen, but knew with aching certainty.

Jungkook brought the painting to Yoongi the next morning.

Yoongi said nothing for a long time, then traced a finger over the mirrored linework in the background.

“You know what this means, don’t you?” he asked finally.

“She’s trying to reach out.”

“Or the gravitational fields are starting to mirror each other naturally. The Veil’s thin. The symmetry is unstable.”

Jungkook stared at the brushstrokes. “What if… it’s not just the gravity mirroring?”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “You mean the people?”

“I mean us.”

Yoongi frowned. “That’s dangerous thinking.”

“So is pretending this isn’t happening.”

Rain fell in Sector 11—acidic and lightless, soaking the rooftops in silence.

Y/N stared at the mirror shard she carried in her pocket. It wasn’t supposed to hold light. But sometimes, late at night, she swore it glowed faintly with color her world had no name for.

She began sketching again.

Lines curved into features: a jawline, parted lips, dark lashes. The image wasn’t perfect—she had no real reference—but her fingers moved like they knew what belonged where.

She wasn’t afraid of him.

She was afraid of what it meant to remember someone you’ve never met.

Taehyung found Jungkook sitting on the tower balcony at sunrise, painting the sky beneath their feet.

“That’s a strange perspective,” Tae said, peering over his shoulder.

“I think we’ve been upside-down this whole time.”

Taehyung tilted his head. “You’re in love with a myth.”

Jungkook didn’t answer. The sun caught the lower atmosphere just right, and for a moment, the Veil shimmered like glass.

There was no myth.

Just a mirror.

And someone, somewhere, looking back.

The tracker embedded in her tablet glitched. Y/N opened the map overlay—and froze.

A second signal.

A reflection spike.

But this time… from the Upper World’s side.

He was looking too.

Y/N stood in the reactivated tunnel lab, watching the mirror array thrum with energy. The stabilizer was holding better than it had in weeks—likely due to Hoseok’s recalibrations—but it was more than engineering tonight.

It was instinct.

The air inside the sky-shaft was tense, thick with gravitational charge. The readings on the pulse monitor didn’t just show Veil distortion—they showed resonance.

Someone was trying to breach from the other side.

She pressed her palm to the glass array, breath shaking. “Are you there?”

Yoongi had said it wouldn’t hold.

“Thirty seconds, max,” he warned. “Any longer and your gravitational tether will destabilize. You’ll get pulled.”

“I just want to see,” Jungkook murmured.

Yoongi didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. He understood.

Jungkook adjusted the micro-field halo around his studio—a floating ring of phase mirrors now fused with the lower frequency blueprints Yoongi had smuggled from the archives. It was unstable, dangerous, and absolutely illegal.

The moment he activated it, the Veil shimmered across his floor-to-ceiling window like a pulse.

He stepped forward.

And the mirror blinked.

Not a reflection. Not just distortion.

A girl.

A silhouette formed. Slowly. Cautiously.

Curls of inky hair. Wide, stunned eyes. A line of parted lips. He stood on the other side of the fractured light, as if drawn in charcoal and dream dust.

Him.

She stumbled back, eyes wide. “You’re real…”

He didn’t speak—couldn’t. The Veil wasn’t stable enough for voice yet. But his hand lifted slowly, palm mirroring hers.

The mirror pulsed between them.

She pressed her palm to the glass again, and this time—she felt it.

Not warmth. Not pressure.

Recognition.

Her eyes were the color of a world he’d never seen but had always imagined.

He tried to speak, but his voice caught in the distortion wave. Still, she seemed to understand. Her breath fogged the mirror slightly, and she drew something with her finger.

A name.

“Y/N.”

He stared, then nodded once, slowly.

Then—he wrote:

“Jungkook.”

She smiled.

It was the smallest expression, barely a shift in her features, but it hit him like gravity reversing. For a second, everything inside him lifted.

The stabilizer cracked.

Alarms blared on the monitor—field strain, core burnout, breach overload. But she didn’t move. Couldn’t.

His image flickered, broken by the glass fracture.

She pressed her hand harder. “Don’t disappear.”

The Veil sparked violently, splitting their silhouettes. One last pulse of light.

And then—

He was gone.

The Veil shattered.

The mirror array burned out, the room plunged into emergency power. He staggered back, eyes wide, chest heaving.

But he smiled.

She had a name. A face. A voice made of silence he could still hear.

Y/N.

Jimin stormed into the lab an hour later, eyes wild. “What the hell happened?”

Y/N was on the floor, her notebook open in her lap. A single page filled with chaotic sketches—his face, his name, fragments of his studio—and at the top, written over and over again:

“He’s real.”

“He’s real.”

“He’s real.”

Namjoon confronted Jungkook in the garden tower.

“They tracked the gravitational spike,” he said quietly. “You opened a cross-field tunnel.”

“I saw her.”

“She’s from down there, Jungkook. That’s forbidden. That’s dangerous.”

Jungkook turned toward the sky below.

“Then let them come for me.”

Chapter Three:

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Get to know me better!!!

Tagged by @jennilah

Tagging: literally any of my buds here! Any of you!

Three ships: Stuilly (Billy x Stu from Scream), Hoffstrahm of course (because they’re my favorite boys from Saw), Laszlo x Nadja (What We Do in the Shadows)

Honorable mentions: Louis x Lestat (any version), Hannigram, and Ricky x Julian (Trailer Park Boys)

First ship: Hmmm probably either Tulio x Miguel (Road to El Dorado), Tommy x Merton (Big Wolf on Campus… ALSO FOR THE LOVE OF GOD MORE PEOPLE NEED TO WATCH THIS SHOW IT’S LIKE A LESS SERIOUS CANADIAN VERSION OF BUFFY), or Quicksilver x Avalanche (X-Men: Evolution… I literally don’t remember why though)

Last song: “Waiting for Mommie” by My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult (goddddd that’s a fun act) (I will list my recent on repeat songs under the cut if you’re curious though… I could go on about music forever)

Last movie: lol Dinocroc (I had to show it to my husband to explain who Dick Sydney is)

Currently reading: SO I haven’t started these yet, but these are stories I’m about to start: Rouge by Mona Awad (because I just read Bunny and I LOVE THIS STYLE), Bury Your Gays by Chuck Tingle, and I really need to jump back into Debaser by @sharpth1ng (and Wave of Mutilation to that extent)

Currently watching: I’m so bad at sitting down to watch shows consistently because I can’t stay still unless I’m drawing… That said, my go-to’s whenever I turn on the TV are It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Trailer Park Boys, Mighty Boosh, or What We Do in the Shadows

Currently eating: Coffee with Mean Girls creamer and a rosé Poppi mixed with Hydroxycut (messy milf-coded breakfast as I call it)

Currently craving: Black clove cigs and an iced caramel hi-rise from Caribou Coffee

Okay still with me?

Here’s my recent on repeat songs! Check ‘em out!

“Sherlock Holmes” BUT THE MINI MANSIONS COVER

Also from Mini Mansions: “Vertigo”, “Monk”, and “Death is a Girl”

“Off to the Races” Lana Del Rey

“Perverted” Elita

“Hip to Be Scared” Ice Nine Kills

“Ritual” Ghost

“Lucretia My Reflection” Sisters of Mercy

“Get Off” Kittie

“Taipan” Kublai Khan TX

“Your Love is My Drug” Kesha

“I Can Dream About You” Dan Harmon (lol mine and bestie’s song)

“Lust” Boy Harsher (read any Corey Cunningham fic to Boy Harsher and have a nice time)

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FFXIV Write Entry #22: Code 'Buncle

Prompt: fulsome || Master Post || On AO3

A/N: Sequel to "[INDIGO ABRASAX]" from earlier this FFXIV Write!

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Synnove pressed her palm to her forehead and groaned. Not for the first time, she wanted to strangle Vatete Vate.

Too bad she was a couple thousand years dead.

Mama, you’re going to need to rope in Nero, Galette said waspishly.

Synnove groaned again. “Noooooooo.”

Yes.

As was her wont when working on a carbuncle’s physical array system, Synnove had taken over an unused lecture hall within Mealvaan’s Gate. Unspooling a carbuncle and making sure the physical arrays had enough space was a frequent part of her routine and an important aspect of carbuncle maintenance. Just because the written arrays were still flawless did not mean that the physical ones couldn’t be affected by any number of factors.

She should have known trying to get a grasp on Ipomoea’s array system wasn’t going to be easy when the carbuncle didn’t unspool. Ipomoea unfolded.

When unspooled, Galette had the densest array system of all the carbuncles, her ribbon of self tightly coiled to fit, even in a room as large as a Guild lecture hall. She was an old carbuncle, the frequent first recipient of any upgrades Synnove devised or needed to test, and the bearer of a number of unique functions that neither construct nor summoner ever openly advertised. (Some were benign, or minor tweaks. Others not so much.)

But Ipomoea’s physical array system wasn’t a tidy ribbon of aether folding or curling in on itself however many times it needed. It filled nearly every ilm of space in the room, a chaotic jumble of geometry and equations and Allagan coding language. Synnove had been at this for the entire morning and she had only examined perhaps a sixth of the mess and understood even less of it.

[Senior Construct Galette, who is Designation: Nero?]

Ipomoea’s blandly pleasant aetheric harmonic seemed to physically echo, and Synnove made a conscious effort not to twitch. Galette’s tails lashed once against her shoulder, before the emerald carbuncle regained control of herself and chirped, Nero Scaeva is our not-so-resident expert on Allagan technology and programming. You will end up meeting him sooner rather than later. Also, he’s an annoying prick.

[Should I assume by the negative appellation that Designation: Nero Scaeva should not be listed as a New User for the purpose of debugging my array system?]

“That is correct,” Synnove said. “Never, ever, ever.”

[Designation: Nero Scaeva categorized as ALLIED UNIT, Subcategory: Annoying Prick.]

Synnove allowed herself a mean little chuckle at that. Galette just flat out cackled, eerily similar in sound to Garuda’s high-pitched mad shrieks.

But reality reasserted itself, and Synnove found herself scowling again soon enough. Galette, unfortunately, was correct: she was going to need to call in Nero. Synnove was good at untangling Allagan bullshite, but Nero was better, especially since this was his bread and butter and not a side hobby as it was for herself. And Vatete Vate had done some truly disgusting things while bashing arcane geometries into fairy logic into Allagan service node programming; she’d probably need to get Halulu or Setoto in on this, as well, for the fairy logic components of Ipomoea’s system. What a fucking mess, and even poor Ipomoea couldn’t explain half of what was inside her; Vatete apparently hadn’t bothered to include even a fucking table of contents in either Ipomoea or the soulstone.

And then there was all this other fucking nonsense in the physical array that seemed to have no bloody fucking purpose! Strange squiggles and shapes that she dearly hoped weren’t Vatete’s own shorthand, because there would be no deciphering that. Honestly, some looked like little…

…oh, she fucking didn’t.

“Ipomoea,” Synnove said slowly, and pointed to a flourish currently floating near Galette’s ear, “are you able to explain what this is?”

[Certainly! That is a hedera.]

Seven fucking hells, she did.

“Vatete put PAGE BLOCKS in your fucking physical array?!”

[That is correct.]

Synnove bit down hard on her lower lip, but that merely turned the shriek she wanted to indulge in into something closer to a whistling teakettle. Galette rubbed her head against her cheek in commiseration.

“Ipomoea, are you able to locate each hedera in your array?”

[I am.]

“Please light them up for me.”

She did.

“…I fucking hate Vatete Vate.”

[You are not the first.] Ipomoea’s harmonic, for once, forewent polite neutrality in favor of wry, dare Synnove think it, agreement.

“How the fucking fuck do you put a page block into an equation, Twelve fucking help me.” Synnove rubbed her temples and sighed heavily. “All right, sweetness, let’s see if I can’t find your bloody personality matrix somewhere in this mess.”

[…What is a personality matrix?]

Galette made a noise, and it was angry.

Synnove felt similar. “I am going to find how to murder a woman three thousand years dead, I swear to the fucking Traders. Ipomoea, look for anything related to…”

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