#i dont really know how to mod

[fitzs-space]

So here's to the love one can find in the stars.

now this one I call "I just summited minecraft fanfiction as a final project in my uni class, and got away with it." But anyway, enjoy some create s2 boys

and a transcript below the cut.

To Fields of Stars

There lies a small community off in the new growth of our world, one covered in new technology where the cogs of machines spin with flowers building their supports.

Here builds an architect's fantasy, where houses will walk across the flowering fields, trains sound off in the distance, and the automatons will power the complex machinery of their engines.

There, lives the engineer afraid of the moon.

The one who chooses to work the endless nights away, left plagued by nightmares of destroyed homes and frozen voids. a moon that lies a painful reminder of what could not be saved.

Yet each night, when the engineer is too tired to deny, and the moon has become anew, his friend of the sheep brings him to fields of flowers and lets the engineer lie down and watch the sky.

The sheep strings together stories of how stars are born. elaborate tales depicting the nebulas that dance intertwined. Stories of how the constellations love.

Slowly, without the blinding eye looming within the night, the engineer lets himself sleep. Slowly the engineer forgets his fear. Slowly he learns of names hidden in stars.

Slowly, ever so carefully, the engineer learns again how to love the bright void around him.

[pivsketch]

picked up stardew valley again, i havent played it since 2018(!) so theres a lot of new stuff to experience. heres some shanes i was fiddling with while taking a break from working on something else. id like to say thanks to my friend synth for valuable input during this process

and just because i happen to have a work-in-progress screencap on hand, heres what this looked like three hours previous lol:

[poorly-drawn-puppet-history]

what if the twist this season is that ryan will realize in the finale that despite the professor's new shape and family and 'lease on life' things haven't really... changed. like he still loses every episode, the points are not being counted fairly, his consolation prize is shit, C Dogs is still there, he's being guilt tripped for attempted murder,

which is why the episode descriptions keep repeating that they're friends now. like to really drive that home so in the finale ryan can go you know what professor? thanks but no thanks, i quit. and just walks off the set

[mirrorhouse]

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[pinacoladamatata]

eating my popcorn watching all this drama go down irt the larian discord server

[whispers-of-masser]

Dragon's Tongue

✧ Nebarra x human!LDB, ft. Xelzaz & Khash ✧ Fluff, minor angst; 1300+ words ♫ "You And I (Stripped)" - PVRIS ✒ Something short n sweet today, I'm feeling soft

Nebarra was loath to admit it to himself, and he'd die before ever saying it aloud, but the Rift really was beautiful. Nothing compared to Alinor, to be sure, but... all the gold reminded him of home. And when he passed by a small, isolated farm, he could almost see himself on its porch, see his brother leaning against the door.

The illusions were younger, happier versions of themselves. So much more innocent, faces bright with naivety, eyes shining with plans for the future.

And then he'd gone to war.

He'd lost... so much of himself, in the deserts of Hammerfell. They had scorched and burned him inside and out, slowly bleeding him dry with every comrade he saw fall. And all that, for what? For all the Altmer's supposed superiority, the campaign had failed on all fronts – Hammerfell's walls and people defied them, and Cyrodiil remained in power, weakened but still unbroken.

How could the Thalmor still strut about, arrogant to Aetherius and back, when they had failed so miserably? How could they look at the faces of the families whose children and lovers they'd sent to die and only tell them they'd "served their purpose"?

Nebarra couldn't.

He couldn't face them at all. Not even through pen and paper, leagues away from ever having to look them in the eyes, ever having to see the pain and loss in their gaze.

Where the Thalmor were heartless, he was a coward.

And he didn't know which was worse.

~~~

Night fell, and you called the group to halt, to make camp until dawn. Nebarra set up the tent as you argued with Xelzaz, trying to convince him that no, he shouldn't summon a flame atronach and then kill it for its fire salts, no matter how good it would make dinner taste. Khash merely looked on, muching on some clover she'd picked up somewhere.

At last though, you got Xelzaz to relent, though he asked you to gather some herbs in exchange, listing off the plants he wanted you to find.

"Ah... and take Nebarra with you."

The elf froze. Turned slowly towards the lizard. Demanded, "What? Why?"

"Two eyes are better than one," he shrugged, "and that much safer, as well. We don't know what's out there, and I'm pretty sure we passed a necromantic altar on our way here."

At that, you groaned, head rolling back like a teenager who'd just been told to do their chores. "Gods, not another one. Why do we always seem to run into those?"

"Luck of the Dragonborn? Anyway, off with you now – I have to get set up. Let's see, in whose pack did I leave my cooking pot...? Khash! Come help me with this!"

And just like that he walked off, leaving you and Nebarra alone by the campfire. A chuckle escaped you, and he glanced over to see you shaking your head. "I'm surprised he didn't tell us to hold hands, too, so we don't lose each other in the dark."

"Yeah, I'm not holding your hand," Nebarra snarked. And it was true. Absolutely true. Totally, one-hundred percent true.

"Oh wow, Nebs, that one almost hurt." Your soft laugh seemed to echo in his ears, his mind. "Come on, let's go – I don't suppose you heard any of the plants he wants?"

Blue and yellow mountain flowers, to restore and fortify. Purple for rejuvenation, and to give to Khash. Scaly pholiota for fiber and strengthening. Wild gourds and dragon's togue for flavour.

He snorted from behind his helm. "That would require paying attention to him."

"Should have known," you sighed. "Alright, listen up before I forget: blue, yellow, and purple mountain flowers, scaly pholiota, and dragon's tongue. And be careful with the purple mountain flowers, they're gifts for Khash. Oh, he also wants some wild gourds. Got it?"

"...Yeah, yeah. Let's just get going."

He definitely hadn't feigned ignorance just to hear your voice some more. Definitely not.

~~~

"Ah, back at last! Perfect," Xelzaz said, stirring something in a pot over the fire. "Now I can get the real meal started."

"Then what's this?" Nebarra demanded as Xelzaz handed him a bowl, in exchange for the plants the Altmer carried. Even through his gauntlets he could feel its warmth, and a rich, savory scent drifted up through the slits of his helmet.

"Something amazing, from the smell," you sighed, and Nebarra didn't have to look to know you were drooling.

"Just a little sometime to hold you over," the Argonian demurred, handing you a bowl as well. "Thought I'd experiment with some of the flora I've gathered thus far."

That gave Nebarra pause. "Wait – experiment? That's settled, I'm not eating this."

"If you don't want it–"

Your words were drowned out by Khash's eager shout of, "I'll eat it! I'll take your bowl!" She rushed over to him, red eyes trained on the food.

"Khash, you had your share," Xelzaz chided. "Any more and you won't have room for the rest of dinner."

"Yes, I will! I have room for anything you make."

"She's got a point," you laughed, and Nebarra slowly, wordlessly handed her the bowl.

"I'll go keep watch," he grumbled, turning away.

"Oh, don't be like that! Nebarra!" When he didn't respond, you sighed, calling after him, "Alright, go sulk! I'll make sure Xelzaz doesn't poison your share, though you kind of deserve it!"

His back still towards you, Nebarra raised his hand in a rude gesture, and your laughter rang through the night.

Some thirty minutes later, he heard footsteps approaching; he didn't need to turn to know it was you. Your tread was distinct from the others, weighted with determination and confidence, whereas Xelzaz's was soft and steady, and Khash's light and hesitant.

"Here. Eat." Despite the short words, your tone was gentle, and Nebarra looked over to see you holding a plate out towards him, laden with a slab of meat and wild berries to the side. "It's delicious, and unpoisoned."

"How would you know?" he sniffed, catching a whiff of the food in the process. It... did smell amazing. "Did you try it?"

"I did, actually. Stole some of your steak when Xelzaz wasn't looking. And since I'm still standing here pestering you, I guess that means it's clean."

Nebarra paused, eyes training on your face. Half of it was wreathed in shadow, only the gleam of your eyes visible; the other half was illuminated by the campfire, revealing the soft smile you wore.

You... had a nice smile.

And before he could stop himself, he mumbled, "You're not... pestering me."

Surprise flickered in your gaze – surprise, and something else. Something he told himself he didn't recognise, refused to recognise.

After a moment, you said softly, "That's... good to hear, then. Because I have something else for you, too." Reaching down with your free hand, you pulled something from your belt and held it out before him. "I saved one, 'cause it reminded me of you."

Nebarra stared. There, held gently between your fingers, was a dragon's tongue flower, petals open wide and colours vibrant in full bloom. "This... reminded you of me?"

"It's gold. Just like you."

"...You really do have trouble with your eyesight, don't you? These are orange."

"Eh, close enough." You shrugged, the smile never leaving your face.

Slowly, Nebarra reached out and, ignoring the plate of food, took the flower carefully, delicately from your grasp, cradling it in his palm. "...Am I supposed to say thank you?"

"You just did." As he raised a brow from the shadows of his helm, you set the plate on a nearby rock and tapped the gauntlet that held the flower. "You accepted it."

He couldn't deny it. "Think you got me all figured out then, huh?"

Something in your smile shifted, your gaze flickering. "No. Not yet, anyways. But... I think I'd like to." And with that, you turned on your heel and walked away, leaving him alone in the dark, stunned.

And that night, as he sat in the shadows of the campfire, he stared at the flower for a long, long time.

[icicleteeth]

Aaa I forgot to share... I haven’t progressed much since updating Skyrim and mods took so much outta me, but I actually made a new dragonborn this time around... I modeled her after my cat...

[violetshine-appreciation]

obsessed w the idea of tallstar being peaceful to a fault, prioritizing peace above all, to the point where he sometimes misjudges the world around him

like. in tallstars revenge, he traveled so far to kill a cat who he thought was responsible for his fathers death, only to learn that violence was not the answer; he just needed to find himself, to figure out where he belonged, to learn to live for HIMSELF and not in his fathers shadow. and as a result of that he resolves to try to handle conflict with the least amount of violence as possible, unless it is absolutely necessary.

and for the most part, it works. he becomes a respected leader for his wisdom and willingness to talk things out rather than resorting to violence. he makes mudclaw his deputy because he knows that its important to have a cat who sees things differently at your side to give you a new perspective on the world; he learned that when he was with jake.

brokenstars attack on windclan was sudden and unexpected, so they had no choice but to fight; being driven out plants a seed of resentment inside him that reminds him of his youth, searching for sparrow. this grudge and the personal feelings it brings up is what drives him to attack thunderclan when he finds out that theyre harboring brokentail. he doesnt want to hurt the thunderclan cats, not really; he just wants brokentail gone. his vengefulness resurfaces after years of being buried, possibly spurred on by the already-short-tempered mudclaw.

but of course, he soon comes to his senses, particularly once brokentail is already dead. he is reasonable with firestar, who he recognizes as jakes son. he remembers jake, and how compassion got the both of them so far in their journey, how jakes kindness taught him the importance of peace. he looks at fireheart and sees him as someone he must protect, like his own son. he teams up with firestar to defeat tigerclan once and for all.

as he nears the end of his life, tallstar not only doubles down on his peaceful ways, but he becomes more determined to maintain friendship between windclan and thunderclan now that firestar is leader. hes getting old, frail, and obviously not too keen on fighting in his condition, especially after the harsh conditions of the forest and the long journey to the lake. the last thing he wants is a fight. he cant handle it. he doesnt want to handle it. he doesnt want any cat to handle it. he NEEDS there to be peace at all costs. its what jake would want, right? its what he taught him all those years ago...?

as he lies on his deathbed, barely thinking clearly, he appoints onewhisker his new deputy. hes always been friends with firestar, as opposed to mudclaw, who has a history of being aggressive. surely onewhisker would maintain the peace tallstar so desperately wants for windclan, right? right??

[lairmadness]

How about that Ogerpon

Please read the tags!

[tealfruit]

it's really a shame I have to sell 40+ of my life hours every week for poverty wages instead of spending all my time and energy on dozens of creative and technical pursuits with unlimited resources

[rosekasa]

im actually so in love with the ml square dance event

[makeitlookdecent]

"stop being overly afraid of status effects."

hey look at my map

[wc-confessions]

ykw i actually do not blame those who choose to see or genuinely believe nightheart is a unreliable narrator bc i can actually see. that. however its also so hard to really dig it because the erins keep backtracking then adding these weird comments that are bascially just 'sure hes unreliable but also you Should side with him look how sad he is and everyone just doesnt understand but also who knows maybe thats not true maybe it is'

like. i feel like its just hard to really say until we actually get a real conclusion so i think fighting over it is kinda dumb..bc rereading Everything it just seems like. even the erins arent quite so sure and are desperately trying to fight between babying their male protagonist and going with something unique and greatly altering for the series. cause certain scenes Do read like unreliable narration but then every other scene it feels like the world is kinda of justifying every occurance despite what we are supposed to trust does that make sense

[funkle420]

i wish the sims would let us make fatter sims!!!

[faesystem]

this isnt a call out post or anything like that. its just a reminder that not everyone has the same reading comprehension skills you do. if someone is asking for something to be put simply, its pretty safe to assume if its because theyre disabled. when responding, try to put yourself in the shoes of someone who struggles with big/unfamiliar words and doesn't have the context you do.

obviously something as confusing and nuanced as syscourse can be hard to simplify. im not saying we have to do that for every discussion. but if someones asking for information to be made accessible to them, please really consider what that actually means.

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Dave: *is making a stew*

Rose: *walks in and throws a toad on the stew*

Dave: ???? what the hell rose????? why did you throw that toad in my stew??

Rose: So that he eats the flies I put there before.

Dave: oh ok then that checks out *walks out*

Dave:

Dave: hold on