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evilphrog · 3 months ago

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Watching Wheel Of Time without reading the books: Season 2, episode 4

Hello again, everyone. After an incredibly lengthy delay, I am back on my Wheel of Time hyperfixation. Since I can’t watch the new episodes until Husband returns, I will instead recap the past few episodes I never got around to for the same reason (I couldn’t bear to watch them when they first aired without him present). All the "guesses" are authentic, and from my notes I took my first watch-through.

Episode 4 starts with Nancy Reagan, leader of the Forsaken who for some reason thinks he’s the good guy. He casts a spell that summons a naked woman covered in blood, proving once again that Rafe Judkins knows his target audience.

Moiraine goes to visit her little sister, who is the same noble that gave Rand some unsolicited advice last week. At least she got a head start on being a good aunt. Her sister keeps trying to make social overtures, but Moiraine doesn’t want to build a snowman. She seems like she’s acting all cold and aloof, but then she gets to her room and nearly cries. She’s constantly watching her sister and trying to psych herself up to talk to her, and chickening out. Instead, she goes to confront the Lizard. He gives some misandry “women ruined my whole life” speech about how he was a poor, innocent man who did nothing wrong. It would have a lot more validity if he wasn’t delivering it to someone whose friends he murdered. Also if he hadn’t tried to overthrow the kingdom. Moiraine offers him a deal: train Rand to be a manneler, and she will give him the means to violently kill himself. He considered this a fair trade.

Moiraine chickens out of building a snowman once again, and sneaks back to her room, but her sister is waiting for her. She basically says that Moiraine broke all their hearts, abandoned her family, and left her baby sister to deal with the nobility equivalent of working customer service. She did a great job, because her son is now engaged to the Queen. Elayne’s mom? Is her dad dead? Oh, wait! Is her dad that guy that joined the Lizard and got murdered? He seemed way too young, but maybe I’m misremembering. Or maybe he was just another in a long line of husbands. Maybe she exclusively marries boytoys. Anyways, Sister tells Moiraine she better not mess up the life she worked so hard to rebuild.

Rand deals with the aftermath of maybe/maybe not setting Selene’s inn on fire. He’s trying to diligently rebuild it for her, but there’s only one kind of help Selene wants from him. She convinces him to go on a little adventure with her instead. They sneak away to the cabin where she used to hook up with her ex, and she talks about how great he was. Rand gets a little insecure about it, but he’s clearly grown in his time as a rent boy. Instead of a jealous fit, he talks about how much he misses home. Then they bang in the middle of the woods, even though there’s a perfectly nice cabin nearby. They fall asleep, and wake up to a fade attacking them! Rand does his best with his sword, but in the end he has to mannel to kill it. Selene freaks out. Mannelers are crazy scary evil blah blah. She realizes that he might have been the one who set the inn on fire. She doesn’t want to touch him. He says he will go as far away as he can, because he knows mannelers kill the ones they love first. She gets all weepy about “You love me???” and she’s laying it on thick enough by this point that I realized immediately she was nefarious. Yeah, obviously the barely legal runaway who’s been paying rent with his big white tower fell in love with the sexy middle aged woman he’s been banging on the regular. That’s kind of how that works. Also, he’s Rand. Boundless love is his whole thing. If Two Rivers school had a home ec class where they had to take care of a bag of flour for a week and pretend it was their baby, Rand would name his and keep it forever and cry real tears if anyone tried to use it to make bread. What I’m saying is that this was obviously such a low bar to clear, that her surprise at hearing it rings incredibly false.

But anyways, they go bang some more about it. She ties him to a bed, then says she’s a monster too. Rand’s self-preservation finally starts to overcome his libido, but Moiraine’s already on it. She impales Selene at the same time Rand does, but in extremely different contexts. She could not have picked a worse time to show up. That boy is going to relive that moment forever. At least it might help prevent any little dragon babies from cropping up. Selene falls to the ground, and Rand, covered in her blood and…other fluids, Mannels at Moiraine. She finally uses her words to explain things, and he believes her. She saved his best friend, she walked with him into what she thought would be certain death, she let him run after. He knows that if she killed his lover/landlord/employer she had a very good reason. He runs with her, and after they leave, Selene/Lanfear blinks. She was totally faking it for Rand’s sake.

Mat and Min are in a bar, gambling away. Mat can’t believe he’s losing so badly. Min reminds him she’s a psychic. He hits on her, she rebuffs him, but offers to pay for his room. Already a better traveling companion than Rand. Or maybe not, since she goes to the innkeeper and bribes him to get Mat totally wasted so she can hand him off to some unknown associate who will be arriving later. Who could it be????

Just kidding. It’s obviously Nancy. He gives Min a horrific nightmare/memory of being forced to tell futures for people who have horrific lives ahead of them. The worst was a little boy who wanted to know what he would be when he grew up. The answer was “super murderful.” Nancy promises to take away the visions if Min takes him to Cahrien, where Rand is staying. The main takeaway here is that JK Rowling is for sure, definitely, one hundred percent a darkfriend.

Polly has brought Lan home to meet the family. They all assume she’s brought home another boyfriend, and are welcoming and supportive. They really are trying to recruit him into their warrior polycule, though. Or, failing that, to at least get him bonded to Nynaeve or another Aes Sedai. He’s throwing himself a pity party, though. Polly lets us know that Moiraine used to be more in touch with her feelings before some secret trauma. Maksim gives Lan hope that he and Moiraine can reunite, by telling Lan that Polly keeps their bond masked at all times except when they’re fighting or fucking. Lan finds this shocking. I love how, even in this world where polyamory and homosexuality are par for the course, there are still ways to have subversive and unconventional relationship dynamics.

The guys all meditate until Maksim gets bored and wanders off. Then Ivhan and Lan actually converse. Something Ivhan said really hit me in the face. “Us quiet ones are quiet because the conversation’s always playing out in our own heads.”Lan finally opens up about Moiraine telling him he’s not her equal. Ivhan laughs. He never considered himself equal to Polly. He says their job as warders is to help their aes sedai remember they are human people with human needs. Kind of like why the Doctor needs companions.

Maksim wasn’t wandering aimlessly, though. He specifically wandered to Polly, to let her know he found the darkfriend poem in Lan’s bag. The polycule converge to discuss what it means. I’m pretty sure they suspect Lan of being a darkfriend, now. Guess he’s getting his polycule invitation revoked.

Perrin has joined Discount Heimdel and the wolves, but he’s not thrilled about it. He wants to find his friends, and Discount Heimdel doesn’t. Instead, he wants to show Perrin how to be a wolfbrother. He invited Perrin to the devouring of a deer, but Perrin prefers his meat cooked. Perrin adjusts easily to the concept of “wolves are equal sentient people to me” but is having more trouble with the “don’t trust humans” part of the pack code of ethics. He likes his humans.

Meanwhile, in the white tower, Nynaeve is having her long-awaited panic attack. Like all of us, she has no idea if her daughter she raised for years is currently being devoured by monsters. Or, alternatively, if she survived, but is now having to face Nynaeve’s own biggest childhood trauma: watching her parents die to save her life, and then be stuck carrying on alone, knowing she was too weak to help. Or if she was always imaginary and there was never any child and it was just a strange dream.

Egwene tries her best to return the comfort Nynaeve has always shown to her. She starts out cautiously approaching Nynaeve, and speaking gently to her, being very respectful of her shields-up frame of mind. That, obviously, has the opposite effect. Nynaeve has built her entire identity around being able to help the people who need her. Being reminded that she’s currently the one in need only makes her feel like even more of a failure, and spend even more of her energy on self-hatred instead of healing. In the end, though, Egwene can’t help but throw Nynaeve into a hug. And this moment, okay, wow. The acting chops on Zoe for this scene. Totally vacant expression, frozen stiff body language. And then she slowly lets her hands wrap around Egwene. She realizes that she is still needed, and she can comfort Egwene by working on getting better so Egwene can feel like she helped. This is the most Parent thing she’s ever done. Her mental health matters because good mental health makes her a better caretaker. She’s like two thirds of the way to realizing she matters as her own person.

This is huge progress, but Egwene doesn’t realize it because her perfectionism is blinding her to the fact that recovery happens in stages, not one giant leap into “I’m all better now and it’s because Egwene said the right sequence of words paired with the right sequence of actions.” She later berates herself for not doing enough to be there for Nynaeve. Elayne, who continues to show high social aptitude when she’s not personally involved in things, tells her she can’t fix other people’s feelings, only be present for them while they go through them.

Nynaeve goes to look for Polly’s boyfriends, but they’re busy trying to steal her man. Instead, she finds a sweaty, shirtless, fanservice warder in training. He shoots his shot, but clearly he needs the help of the warder bond to read emotional context. Honey, if someone is staring with vacant eyes and speaking in a clipped tone, it’s probably not the best time to let them know you want them carnally.

JK Rowling is doing catty bullshit things with Suian’s secretary. They have a “who can make the bitchiest veiled threat” contest, and the Secretary wins. So JK resorts to an unveiled threat, and goes off to find Nynaeve, who is wallowing in the arches room. JK Rowling believes this is finally her moment to be Nynaeve’s best friend ever, by comforting her in her time of need. She is less than zero help. She tries her best to give a little pep talk, but her world view is so inherently selfish that the only thing she can imagine being helpful is the concept of picking some part of the world and owning it entirely. She’s talking about her son, btw. The living, flesh and blood human being that she was unwittingly torturing for the past few weeks because she refused to share him with anyone. I wonder if he even got to leave that room, ever. Did he go to school? Did he have friends? Or did he just stay hidden in a dark room, waiting for his mom to come back whenever she was feeling bummed out about life? I think she would have been more temperamentally suited to a pet rock. She and Ianthe would be best friends and make each other friendship bracelets.

Anyways, she “accidentally” lets slip to Nynaeve that she heard a rumor that Perrin and Loial were taken prisoner in Falme. She asks Nynaeve to promise she won’t run off to rescue them, but she and all of us know that is the exact next thing Nynaeve does. She at least asks Egwene to come along, which shows how much progress she’s made in her recovery. She also kicks a crowned princess out of her own room. She and Jason Asano would either be best friends or sworn enemies. There would be no middle ground with them.

Egwene obviously goes with her immediately. Nynaeve is surprised, at first. She thoguht Egwene was dedicated to becoming an Aes Sedai just to prove she could. Which, yeah, but also, Egwene has been so steeped in self-pity and shame lately because she thinks she failed Rand. She just wants to be strong enough that no one can ever come for her friends again. Can you tell she grew up with Nynaeve as a role model? Nynaeve can. Nicely done, Egwene. She just healed a little bit more.

They run off into the night. Aforementioned princess who was definitely not listening right outside the door goes to remind them that they’ll be in big trouble if they sneak out, but joins in anyways. You go, girl! Make your gay fantasies a reality! BTW is this just going to be a thing in this series? All redheads fall madly in love with Egwene, and from then on think exclusively with their libido? I’m not complaining, I just want to know.

Oh, but tough break, because this was all an obvious trap all along! JK emerges from the shadows and knocks out all three girls. Who could have seen that coming?! Everyone? Yeah, probably everyone.

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pumpkinprincess22 · 10 months ago

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The Pantheon

Before the Divine Warriors were worshipped as the primary religious deities in Ru'aun, before they were even born, at the creation of the universe there were the Old Gods. In Aphmau's time, the time of the Phoenix Alliance these Old Gods have been largely forgotten, there are few who remember their names, but they are still there, watching, waiting.

So if you have been following @warlocks-and-phoenixes MCD Rewrite Lore you may have heard mention of a pantheon of gods (known as the Torvan gods in her rewrite lore, but simply the Old Gods in mine). You may be wondering where they came from? That would be me. I accidentally hyperfixated a little too hard on pre-divine warrior religion in Ru'aun and created a Pantheon of gods based on the Greco-Roman gods. Below is an introduction to these deities. Some of the lore differs between my original concepts and Twilight's incredible lore but here is what I came up with. (and yes some of the names are just literal Latin words for their spheres of influence, although not always pronounced that way).

Primordial Deities

Chaea (Kai-a): Deity of Chaos Ordo (Or-doh): Deity of Order Lux (Lucks): Child of Ordo and Chaea, Deity of Light Khrona (Crow-na): Daughter of Ordo and Chaea, Goddess of Time Obscurus (Obscure-us): Son of Ordo and Chaea, God of Darkness Kaela (Kai-la): Daughter of Ordo and Chaea, Wife of Rugos, Goddess of the Sky Rugos (Rue-g-os): Son of Ordo and Chaea, Husband of Kaela, God of the Sea Terera (Teh-rare-a): Daughter of Ordo and Chaea, Wife of Saevus, Goddess of the Earth Saevus (S-eye-wuss): Son of Ordo and Chaea, Husband of Terera, God of Wild Spaces, animals and the hunt Fortunus (Fortune-us): Son of Ordo, Husband of Paesis, God of Prosperity and Fortune Paesis (Pie-sis): Daughter of Ordo, Wife of Fortunus, Goddess of Peace Ragnori (Rag-nor-ee): Child of Chaea, Deity of War

Other Deities

Luna (Loo-na): Daughter of Lux, Goddess of the Moon, Patron goddess of Werewolves Sol: Son of Lux, God of the Sun, Patron god of Meif’wa, Worshipped Monotheistically in Tu’La Aeta (Eye-ta): Daughter of Lux and Khrona, Goddess of Day Praeterus (Pry-tair-us): Son of Khrona, God of the Past Praesus (Pry-sus): Son of Khrona, God of the Present Futerus (Few-tair-us): Son of Khrona, God of the Future Obitus (Oh-bit-us): Son of Khrona, God of Death and the Dead Medica (Med-ick-a): Daughter of Obitus, Goddess of Medicine Pestilentia (Pest-ill-ent-ee-a): Daughter of Obitus, Goddess of Disease Hintera (Hint-aira): Daughter of Khrona, Goddess of Winter Veria (Vair-ee-a): Daughter of Khrona, Goddess of Spring Aeasta (Eye-as-ta): Daughter of Khrona, Goddess of Summer Autumna (Or-tum-na): Daughter of Khrona, Goddess of Autumn Noctus (Nock-tus): Son of Khrona and Obscurus, God of Night Tempestus (Tem-pest-us): Son of Kaela and Rugos, God of Storms Kanos (Kah-nos): Son of Tempestus and Terera, God of Volcanoes, Fire and Natural Disasters Wyvra (Why-vra): Daughter of Terera and Saevus, Goddess of Witchcraft, Mother of Wyvrens Fae (Fay): Daughter of Terera and Saevus, Goddess of Flora, Patron Goddess of the Fair Folk Avaritia (Av-are-ee-tee-a): Daughter of Ragnori and Fortunus, Goddess of Greed Miseria (Mis-air-ee-a): Daughter of Ragnori and Fortunus, Goddess of Misery Gloria (Gl-or-ee-a): Daughter of Ragnori and Fortunus, Goddess of Vanity Amara (Am-are-a): Daughter of Ragnori and Paesis, Goddess of Love Ludere (Loo-dair): Son of Ragnori and Paesis, God of Revelry and Merriment Kaisia (Kay-see-a) - Daughter of Ragnori and Paesis, Goddess of Justice, Wife of Eduard Ro’Meave, Matriarch of the Ro’Meave line, Patron Goddess of O’Khasis Oenaria (Oi-nare-ee-a): Daughter of Paesis and Fortunus, Goddess of Trade, Travel, and Communication Matria (Matt-ree-a): Daughter of Paesis and Fortunus, Goddess of Marriage and Family, worshipped at weddings and births Archona (Are-cone-a) Daughter of Paesis and Fortunus, Goddess of Craftsmanship Messia (Mess-ee-a): Daughter of Paesis and Fortunus, Goddess of Harvest

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neostarreset · 4 months ago

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Do you have any AUs you would (or have) put Prairie in?

Finally answering this! Also, you know who you are, I know who you are. Tryin' to make me drop all my damn secret frijoles online...

Anyways, I may as well make a master post of how much of a bitchlet I am for a benign OC I thought wouldn't be that appealing to write. Cause now all I do is copy & paste her into every fanfic idea I'd like to write. More than that, I've got LORE for WHY she is able to appear in all these fanfic universes and why she always has amnesia and just "appears". I even formatted fics without Prairie to have relevance to her lore and the effects she causes even without her present. For one, IDE has ripples of her lore related to the protagonist of that fic even though Prairie doesn't directly appear or come near the story.

I have So. Much. Stuff. I've spent hours, weeks, months, YEARS of my life on this. I'm not even tired yet.

Prairie is not called Prairie in EVERY fanfic she's in, but most of the time, that name is the only thing she can remember. She doesn't have a surname, bc she's got no family, so it's whatever she can acquire after she wakes up. She's got knowledge of our own irl basic functions of the world. Ie: we have cities, smartphones, cars, no time travel, no robots of extravagant quality, etc.

As for the list of things I've put her in, some with concept art I made! Here it goes, under the break line:

Danganronpa: String Theory - Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony (Of course, this is why we're on this blog lol. The start of my unhealthy hyperfixation.)

Nameless in Theory - Honkai: Star Rail (A few paragraphs only. Found inside of inky bubble in space by the Knight of Beauty Argenti, Prairie falls in love at first sight and is friend zoned at first sight by his oblivious nature. Months later Argenti leaves Prairie in the care of the Intelligentsia Guild for the forseeable future. Earning the attention of one Doctor Veritas Ratio who is both impressed by her mathematical savant and disgusted by said savant's temper & brutality from her abandonment, he takes Prairie under his wing. Prairie making a vow to chase Argenti across the stars for vengeance, with Dr Ratio strung along reluctantly by the intellectual he's sure he can change for the better. Little do the three know that her arrival spells trouble regarding the Aeons past who should remain buried.)

Star Light - Genshin Impact (Very little progression on that fic so far. Only a few chapters, which I'm not sure about touching for a while. Here I have a scrapped vision art for Prairie.)

Dark Heart - Deltarune (After Undyne finds a small girl with a broken leg in the outskirts of town, she takes charge to help her recover. Reagan [Prairie] is introduced in her youth to young monsters her age to get her accustomed to her surroundings, of which she only cares for one: Noelle. To help her growth and socialization however, as she is not a monster, Toriel introduces her to the only non-monster in town. She detests them above all: Kris Dreemurr. Kris does not feel the same way as Reagan, finding amusement in Reagan’s distaste of them. Hijinks ensue.)

I Woke Up as Amy Rose! - Sonic The Hedgehog (general) (Yeah, there's a Sonic fanfic. Unposted- two & a half chapters. Wasn't a Prairie fic initially, as it's very old. Edited a type up placing Prairie in the shoes of a protag who wakes up in the body of Amy Rose and has to pretend she has not body swapped from a critical Tails. With the help of Cream the Rabbit and Shadow, Prairie has to keep up a convincing act lest she grab the attention of someone else who appears to be searching for her consciousness.)

Unnamed Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure Fic - It's... you'll never guess! Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure! (I've yet to watch the show, I know the lore bc of Youtube. I came up with an idea. Still interested in it. Someday Villain!Prairie. Prairie is found and adopted by the King and Queen of Corona during the period Rapunzel is in the towel with Mother Gothel. At the age of 14, 9 years of living as the princess of Corona, Prairie meets Rapunzel fresh out of the tower and home at last. When the kingdom takes on an unearthly attack, opening a hole beneath the throne room, the king and queen both reach for Rapunzel and Prairie falls, cursed by a forbidden mirror she lands on, meant to never seen the light of day and never to be broken. With a clock running on her time seen by others, Prairie has to cope with the bitter realization she will disappear in plain sight as a result of her replacement, fading from people's awareness and watching as she is forgotten. But her time seen is enough time to turn her hatred towards Rapunzel and her friends when she sees an opportunity in the hatred of someone else wronged by Rapunzel.)

Blood Spindle - Witch's Heart (I shill for my friend's fic, and I have a concept too- With Prairie! [should i see a therapist] Will write it when priorities are set aside.)

Ultimate Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Despair - Pokemon MD: Explorers of the Sky

Final Shade - Indigo Park (Barely a concept. Probably scrapped for the forseeable future.)

Baphoment - Hazbin Hotel (Half a single page. Not sure if I'll continue it. There's a light concept for mystery, but no true plot has been planned beyond some concept art I never even finished refining.)

Maid of Honor - LoZ: Breath of the Wild/ Age of Calamity/ Tears of the Kingdom (My 4th favorite concept for Prairie- she becomes Princess Zelda's handmaiden and becomes aware she's trapped in a loop with Zelda caused by King Rhoam, who have been at war loop after loop with each other to acquire Prairie's ability to be used as a conduit in place of Zelda's inability to access her Goddess powers.)

Mauve - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet (game) (My 3rd favorite concept! Serrano/Serra [Prairie] awakens in the Kitakami of Pokemon Scarlet after being dumped from a jump from another dimension/time(?). There is no Juliana or Florian. Serra is adopted by the Naranja Academy biology prof, Jacq, and taken to Paldea to study Pokemon, discovering things about herself…or rather “himself”! AFAB Transmasc Prairie. Outline for the entire thing is COMPLETE, it just needs to be refined into smaller outlines and get written.)

False Ichor - Pokemon Platinum (game) (My 2nd favorite concept, where Prairie awakens in Sandgem town very weak and constantly faints by the regular due to a strange chronic tachyarrhythmia with her heart. Cyrus seems to know her despite Prairie not knowing him. Throughout their journey to help Prairie experience as much as possible in the event of the worst case scenario, Cyrus is up to a set of familiar plans. Clefairy [nickname: Ringo] is Prairie's starter. The master ball on her belt houses her Snorunt [nickname: Flossie] who was unintentionally caught by playing with said master ball in Prof. Rowan's lab. Prairie let the Snorunt in on the first night of snowfall in Sandgem Town, thinking it was terribly cold because it was "shivering".)

Anyways, that's all of the "Prairie Multiverse". They're not all linked in a way that matters consecutively, the branching of stories being related to one another is just meant to be a fun easter egg I've made for my own personal amusement. If I've missed one, I'll share it later lol.

#prairie marble #my oc #my art #general asks

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eastical · 4 months ago

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alright everybody!! I'm yapping about lichen!!

Black tree-hair (Bryoria fremontii) is a filamentous lichen that grows in fine tangled strands that can reach up to two feet long!!

Interestingly, although the species is currently classified as Bryoria fremontii, it is still sometimes referred to by its older classification, Alectoria jubata. Outside of its scientific names, it is known by a variety of other monikers, including Black Moss, Black Tree Lichen, Tree Hair, Edible Horsehair Lichen, Tree-Hair Lichen, Black Tree Beard, Fremont's Horsehair Lichen, and most commonly just, Edible Horsehair.

Also!!! Many indigenous languages in North America have names for this lichen, with at least 20 variations (maybe even more that are not documented tho!!) In the Secwepemc language, it is called Wila (wee-la). The Nez Perce name is hóopop, and the Sahaptin name is k'ʷɨnč.

It grows quite abundantly in some areas, but it only grows on species of pine, fir, and western larch trees. It’s been theorized that it grows best higher up in a tree, but to my knowledge no intensive studies have been done to 100% prove this.

It’s also one of the few lichens with a long history of food use for humans!

Most accounts of food use are from tribes in western North America, making it an important traditional food for a few First Nations in North America. Some tribes consumed it only during famine, while others chose to eat it regularly. The taste reportedly varies depending on the tree it grows on, other lichens harvested alongside it, and the preparation method.

It's important to distinguish black tree-hair lichen from yellow horse-hair (Bryoria tortuosa), which shares the same range, grows on pines, and looks visually similar. Both species contain vulpinic acid, but in yellow horse-hair it's present in high enough concentrations to make it toxic. To determine the degree of bitterness in lichen collected for food, some people tested it by taste.

A traditional method for cleaning tree-hair involves soaking it in a lake or stream to remove twigs and debris. There is a story from British Columbia about a man who submerged a clump of Bryoria in a lake overnight. To his surprise, he found it covered in freshwater shrimp the next day. He made lichen and shrimp soup from it and liked it enough to make it again. (this is largely unsourced tho, idk how factual the lake story is)

Black tree-hair has traditionally been cooked in various ways. One method involves slow-cooking it for up to two days in a pit lined with hot rocks, covered with mosses, ferns, grasses, and skunk cabbage leaves to generate steam. Sometimes it was cooked on its own, while other times it was mixed with wild onions, camas bulbs, Saskatoon berries, or other things for flavor. The lichen would reduce to a black, gooey paste; some was eaten immediately, and some was dried into "cakes" that could last for up to three years.

Another method was mixing black tree-hair with camas, drying it, and grinding it into powder to create a luxury food. Yet another approach involved piling it up, allowing it to ferment, rolling it into large balls, and then baking them in a pit oven.

The nutritional value of black tree-hair lichen is primarily due to its relatively high carbohydrate content and a small amount of protein. Additionally, it was believed to have medicinal properties. The Okanagan people mixed dried, powdered tree-hair with grease and applied the resulting paste to newborn babies' navels to prevent infection. The Nez Perce regarded it as helpful for an upset stomach, indigestion, and diarrhea.

alright that's the end of my hyperfixated rambling :)

#rambles #lichen #long post #hyperfixation go brrr

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arinanightlight · 8 months ago

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Profile for c!Grian in the 70s AU

While someone may be waiting for things for the -tobers (I haven't given up on this, everything is being written, it's just that there are so many things to do in my studies that I don't have time to fit writing for tobers in one day), hold the drawing and profile of Grian from the AU of the 70s (AU from the Season Infinity roleplay discord server).

Nicknames and names: Grian Eyva Xelqua, "Ariana Griande", Charles Valerian Sirin.

Age: n/a

Gender and Pronouns: genderfluid, he/him, she/her (this is mostly due to his stage persona as Ariana Griande, he is simply confused about who he is and prefers not to think about it).

Sexuality: pansexual

Species: A descendant of the sirin, ancient mythical birds, which, according to myths, once existed on the territory of today's Slavic countries.

Abilities: A short flight on feathered wings, often with the help of fireworks. Enchanting people with his voice, singing. Some acting skills. Can hide his wings. Not bad in combat, but not a master.

Personality: Appearing with his performances on stage and disappearing immediately after them, avoiding questions and never coming down from the stage to the patrons of the bar, he maintains a mask of mystery while hiding someone a little more like himself behind the identity of Ariana Griande. With his acquaintances, whom he has confided more, he presents himself as Grian Eyva, a confident and polite person, inclined, however, to a little flirtation, teasing and jokes, if the interlocutor treats it without negativity. To those who have come to know him by chance, at first, he tries to appear dangerous, already realizing that the true nature of many creatures manifests face in face to fear. Those who pass this test of his, he allows a little closer to him. Only few people can recognize what he hides under his masks, especially the last one, that of Grian Eyva. Very few, and even then scarcely, he will allow to know about his past and how it disturbs him. This is a frightened, abandoned, betrayed person, full of pain, fear of trusting at least someone, and emotions that fade away, then rage. It's something that put up barriers from the other two personalities to protect themselves from what they once couldn't resist. This is Charles Valerian Sirin.

Likes: Singing, sewing, drawing drawings and sketches of buildings, getting and giving attention, flirting a bit with someone he finds interesting, when his boundaries are respected, when someone loves his work if it is peaceful, dancing. When he is hyperfixated on something, he tries to end the project before this state lets him go.

Dislikes:

When he's forced to finish an abandoned project; When he's asked about his past and what region/country/town he is from; Hard flirt; Rude+dumb people; Avian hunters; When someone touches his feathers without his permission; When his personal space is violated (and in doing so, he often violates it himself. But at least he apologizes when someone doesn't like it.);

Backstory: don't ask him about it. You definitely will not like the answer, so he will never tell you, maybe even if he will trust you fully and completely. But flashbacks and his dreams will reveal some of that little by little.

Relations: Tbh, with anyone i would like to collab. But what's favorite… It's desert duo (which probably won't be there) and maybeee roommates? Ah, and architechs (Grumbo), that's without questions, thanks Kat.

Looks: As Ariana Griande she hides her wings, wears a black flowing dress with silk elements scarlet and black colour and black ballet flats, also she wears a corsette on her waist and neck protection (it's after one accident on the stage), her fair-flaxen hair are braided and this braid is wrapped around her head one time. As Grian Eyva he wears a carmine coat from smooth blicky textile, white pants, knee pads and (still-) neck protection, and black boots. His braid may be a little messy, because it's a little less necessary to maintain the look.As Charles, when he is alone or thinks he is alone or next to the person closest to him, he takes off his protection, literally and figuratively. Even his hair is not braided into a tight braid, as usual, but loose and falls limply over his shoulders, scattered over a linen shirt slightly yellowed by time with half-erased red embroidery. At such moments, all his anxiety spills out. At such moments, he cannot control himself. He just can't. He is not free, it's just that the pressure that he and his life have placed on him is slightly relieved in moments when he is not being watched by outsiders.

Languages spoken: common (meant English), "Alien", Old Church Slavonic, Enchantic, roughly understands the new languages of the countries from the territories of the Slavs.

Faceclaim: here's the art i drew myself, it's the best way for me to show him visually.

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #writing #art #traditional art #grian hermitcraft #grian fanart #ariana griande #grian #hermitcraft fanart #hermitcraft au #hermitcraft grian #traditional drawing #inktober #traditional illustration

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morimakesfanart · 1 year ago

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Sindria's Prophet #37

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[AO3] [wattpad]

*CW-Long term affects of medical denial & child abuse, living with PTSD *Kink & toys mentioned

((I keep forgetting to tell you guys: Lyly is pronounced "lee-lee." It's short for their middle name, Llyn/Lynn (<-genderfluid affected spelling)))

~POV Mori~ I woke up gasping. I sat up and wrapped my arms around myself so I could tell the difference between actual physical touch and the phantoms left over from my night terror. My body wouldn't stop shaking; I needed Lyly's help. When I got out of bed I froze. Not only did my bed not have curtains, this wasn't my room. No. This was my room. Sinbad picked it out for me in the guest tower. I was in Sindria; in a whole different dimension. All of the adrenaline supporting me left and I sank to the floor. I was still trembling but I wasn't scared anymore. The people who hurt me couldn't reach me here. I had that dream because after spending the past month hyperfixated on the present, I had been triggered into remembering one of the worst parts of my past, so now I was remembering the rest too. 'Sorry, Lyly.' The safety I had gained in this world was invaluable. I couldn't imagine going home willing. Based on how little light was getting through the curtains it was still the middle of the night. I was drained from my dream, and my hips were still aching but it took a while for my mind to calm back down. Tomorrow and the distractions that came from it couldn't come soon enough.

--- "Alright now, Mx. Prophet," the doctor gave me my diagnosis. Sinbad had him sent first thing in the morning, and his arrival woke me up. "You need to rest for a few days. I'll have painkillers sent over to help with your hip pain, fever, and migraine." With his job done, he saw himself out. 'I can't miss the Morning Assembly! ...But-!' I knew the doctor was right deep down. I was in no condition to do much of anything. I was fine resting when I didn't have obligations, but I had a job now. If I was back home I would have had to give Lyly my keys so I couldn't leave. Five years just wasn't enough to fully rewrite my base instincts. Although, from the new memories I was gaining, the me back home was doing a bit better. Those new memories were why I was healed and practiced enough to stop myself even if a doctor hadn't told me to... especially since I had a fever. As long as both me's kept whatever this connection was then maybe we would also keep the benefits from both sides. --- ~POV Sharrkon~ Mori was the only person that missed the morning Assembly. Yamuraiha had a growing smile throughout the meetings, and now that it ended she mumbled something to Pisti. Shar groaned; he knew where this was going. "Yup." Pisti giggled. "I heard from a reliable source," probably 1 of her boyfriends, "that Mori's not 'sick'. Her hips were injured and her body over worked last night." The King refused to look at the gossips. His silence spoke volumes compared to the past month of him adamantly defending that there was nothing special between him and 'his Beautiful Prophet.' "Oh ho~! It finally happened after I left!" Hina slapped Sharrkan on the back with a laugh. "Looks like the 2 of us have to pay up! But I guess you lost the most, huh?" "Oh, no! I ain't paying nothing! Nothing happened!!" Shar had a hurt ego to nurse and he would not let them step on it harder. "Mori got hurt dancing. Our King had nothing to do with it!" Sharrkon felt a shiver run down his spine that made him hold his tongue. Hina looked to the others for confirmation. "Is that true?" Drakon answered him. "It's true. However, it's also true that Sin carried Mori all the way to their room from the festival." "Oh~? That's proof enough for me." Drakon, Ja'far, Yam, and Pisti agreed with their own comments. The man in question still refused to comment, so Hinahoho addressed him directly. "You're really not going to say anything, Sin? After all of that time, telling us how you don't want to get married?" "Fine. Fine." King Sinbad finally turned to them with his arms crossed. "It's simple really. You know I'm not the type to reveal my hand until I'm certain." Sinbad was smiling, but Shar knew instinctually the King was the threat that told him to stop talking. The giant laughed. "Is that so?" "I know you're aware this is a first for me." Sharkkon's wallet cried with him. He had lost 2 out of 3 bets. It was only a matter of time before he lost the 3rd.

---- ~POV Mori~ The Great Bell rang out. The morning Assembly was definitely over. There were several things I had wanted to do today, and I couldn't do any of them since I had to rest. I needed to meet with Queen Artemina before she left Sindria. I had to solidify our connection as allies, but she was set to leave in a day. As I wrote a letter to send her, the waves shifted. This was the right choice for me, and the future I wanted. The letter would need time to dry before I could send it. I got up from my chair and stopped. I didn't want to lay down again yet no matter how much my body needed it. 'Damnit! How much more of my life am I going to spend sick??' I groaned into my hands. I was born with a weak raspatory system, so I get sick multiple times a year and often end up bedridden. "I am allowed to rest even though I can sit up and walk. Pushing will only make it worse." My mom eventually stopped acknowledging when I would get sick due to the expense which is why I struggle to let myself rest as an adult. I made a point of putting the truth into words to fight her conditioning. I climbed back in bed even though I knew that meant I would be stuck with just my thoughts until I fell back asleep. This was the perfect opportunity to process everything that had happened with Sinbad, but I couldn't think about it at all. Being triggered, recognizing these new memories, and that night terror just made me think about home more -well the place I came from. Even when I was in my room there I often couldn't help but think 'I want to go home' because even though it was comfortable and familiar, I couldn't feel safe. My last therapist told me that as long as I stayed in that house full of reminders there was only a slim chance of me recovering from my CPTSD. If only I could have afforded to move out.

In the new memories I got, our dad finally agreed to reorganize all of the living spaces, so that me and Lyly weren't getting as many flashbacks anymore. Hell, he even apologized for everything and started acting like a real dad some of the time. The me that stayed home was able to persevere until an opening for change finally came. 'If they got Isekai now I wonder if they would want to go home?' The thought had never occurred to this me -just like it never did back when I was in in-patient. Although I was still worried about Lyly like I was then. I rolled over to pull out a scroll from the bedside dressers. When I was on the ship I had worked on all sorts of scrolls and one was a memoir of my life back home. One of the first things I did was draw the people important to me before I'll inevitably forget their faces. I unrolled the scroll. Lyly's face stared up at me from the page. As difficult as that place was to live in all of my loved ones were there. In this world there was no one that knew me, and I wasn't sure if I could let my self get that close to anyone here -especially Sinbad. He already knew how deep some of the scars on my heart are. I didn't want him to think any less of me, or use my pain against me. And even more than that, I was scared that the safety I had here would shatter if I made a wrong step. 'I thought I was doing better.' This world had treated me so well that I fell into a false sense of security. Not being surrounded by reminders of my traumas made me feel like I was somehow cured and could restart from scratch. But that's not how healing works... Being away from triggers just made it easier to avoid having an attack. It's only after feeling safe that we let ourselves feel the emotions that are unsafe to feel in the moment. A few tears fell down my cheeks. I placed the scroll on the bedside table and rolled back towards the middle of the bed. Surely it was okay for me to cry in a situation like this. I allowed myself the luxury even though the tears didn't last long. When I was young I cried just as often from joy as sadness. The abuse I experienced made it unsafe to cry at all, so I learned to cry silently until I eventually stopped crying altogether. Being in this world made me feel like it was okay again. Letting myself actually feel these emotions was an important step in the healing process. Beating myself up for getting triggered and relapsing wouldn't help at all. I needed to forgive myself.

--- One day of rest should be enough, right? It's not like I still had a fever. I didn't want to stay in my room and make an even worse impression. My hips would hurt a little if I over worked them, but that would just act as a limiter. ((<<= This person is in denial))

I got dressed after breakfast, but as soon as I grabbed the doorknob I froze. "Yeah, no." I was not in the mood to see Sinbad in person yet, and I would have to if I left my room. As soon as I took Queen Sinbad's choker back off I felt a wave of relief. It had given me so much dopamine and serotonin when it was part of a fantasy, but now it was a reminder of my fears. How could I mark myself with it when I couldn't feel safe in my own desires? Wearing it felt like a lie. I definitely wouldn't be able to wear it for a while.

'Guess I haven't completely lost my sense of self-preservation.' Besides, I hadn't actually had time to do most of the things I like doing to relax since I got to this world. Going out in this state would be worse than not going out. Another day off as I recover from the stress had to be reasonable.

But what options did I have to relax?

Everyone else was busy with work at this time of day, so I could masturbate without having to worry about being interrupted. But my toybox didn't isekai with me; I only have my hands, and some ribbons for mild shibari. Sinbad said I could make requests, but there was no way in hell I was letting him find about this, let alone use his money for my sex toys. I'll figure out where to get some after payday. The night terror was still fresh in my memory anyway.

Video games, comics, and anime were obviously out of the question. Printing still isn't big enough for fiction to be popular to write -that's part of why Sinbad's Adventure story was such a huge success. I had 3 cats back home, but I can't exactly adopt a new pet while sick. I do sing a lot to relieve stress, but it would be embarrassing to be overheard without knowing. 'Note to self: get carpets to hang up to dampen the sound.' There were places I could go that would be harder to be heard but leaving wasn't an option until I was better. That only left me: writing and drawing.

'Working on Fate scrolls it is!'

The flow of ink was good for my brain. It did more than help calm me; it gave me more perspective but it couldn't give me true answers. 'I wish we could just go back to how things were before that night. How am I supposed to know when I will be ready to see Sinbad again?' He isn't any of the people that hurt me, so why can't I just like him without being afraid of betrayal?

Were Sinbad's actions manipulation, or earnest? Could I trust the safety I felt around him? It was definitely a combination of how he treated me, what I knew from reading his Fate, and how familiar I was with being around those types of manipulation. But there was something strange. When I looked for signs of his manipulation in how he dealt with me, or any expected fallout, nothing came from it. In fact, everything kept ending in my favor. The cycle I was expecting was coming from me, not Sinbad. The waves swirled as I finally let myself think about it.

What was he actually going to say when I cut him off? Even if it was what I thought, would I be able to believe him? Even if I didn't have relationship trauma I don't think I could trust him romantically after reading his Fate. He claimed he wasn't playing the flirting game, but that could have been manipulation. Was it my heart or pride that would be hurt more if he was lying? I couldn't tell yet.

I was lonely. Both in general, and in this world. There was no one that knew me here. And I was too scared to trust the person getting closest to my heart. Even though I didn't want to be seen like this, I didn't actually want to be alone; I just couldn't shake the fear of rejection or punishment I thought was inevitable. I left my windows open just in case. ---

~POV Sinbad~ The King sat on the edge of Mori's bed. He had been unable to visit the first time she was sick. Now that he understood his own feelings he couldn't stay away unless he was on the other side of the world. The only reason he didn't visit the first day was because he knew she needed space away from him. The waves had been trying to guide him here for a while though. Who was he to deny them? No one answered the door when he knocked or called out. The silence and waves worried him. The last report said her current fever was mild, but it could have spiked since then. Mori developed an extremely high fever on the ship several hours after everyone saw she was unwell. He entered without permission only to find his Beautiful Prophet was sleeping peacefully. He had gotten to see her; that would have to be enough. Mori turned her head in her sleep and her bangs fell onto her eye lashes. Sinbad leaned over to move her hair out of the way. He tried to keep his touch light to not wake her, but her eyes fluttered open. Unfocused eyes watched him. "Sin..?" The sound of their voice was a relief. It didn't sound strained at all, only weak from sleep.

"How are you feeling?" They weren't anywhere near as bad as last time. "~*yawn* Better now that I'm awake." "Oh? Did you have a bad dream?" They watched him as what he asked slowly processed in their newly conscious state. "Yeah, I did. Thank you for waking me." "Anytime." Sinbad returned their weak smile with his own. "I guess that's why it wasn't just my waves leading me here." He hesitated. "Mori, what do you think about moving into the Purple Leo Tower? It will be easier to care for you when you get sick. You'll be safer there. And your waves could reach me faster." The same fear from the other night started seeping into their expression. "I'm fine here." But he wasn't fine. "Besides, it will be harder when I have to move out of the Palace." For a moment he forgot how to breathe. "Why would you have to move out?" Why would she ever think she had to leave?? "Would you really be okay with me staying after my visions run out?" The King couldn't stop his hand from reaching to caress their cheek, but he was able to hold back from making contact. "Of course." Mori's brow creased farther and they glanced at his hand. "What about after I share all the knowledge I have from my world? I wasn't an engineer. I only know the basics." Sinbad's heart dropped. From the beginning Mori had been marketing herself as a resource, and he had only ever responded positively. Yet another way he'd messed up without even realizing it. "Of course, I'll still want you by my side." The more he was able to peer into Mori's heart the more worried he got. "You are a person, not a resource. You do know that, don't you?" Mori closed their eyes and leaned their head towards his hand; he took that as permission. Their cheek didn't feel feverish. They spoke flatly about their emotions like they did the night of the Announcement. "I know that logically, but I struggle with knowing how to act if I'm not helping someone." They brought a hand up to his. "I really do like helping people, but sometimes it feels like that's all I am. It's what I had to do to survive since I was little." Ah. He could understand that thought process. Sinbad had been a caregiver for his mother and village from a very young age, and went straight from that to king's candidate. There was very little time in his life when he wasn't working towards helping someone. Drinking, and philandering became his break from that -although he would hopefully be narrowing that last point to one person soon. "You seemed to do just fine at the festival." So fine that he couldn't deny his feelings anymore. "Huh? -Oh. Yeah. I guess I did." Her expression softened into a genuine smile. "It was probably going around the festival that got me sick though." It was mainly stress according to the doctors' report. Mori closed her eyes with a yawn. "I'll have to keep more distance between me and the citizens next time. I didn't realize I was so interesting." "You're incredibly interesting." They let out a quiet chuckle. "If you say so." Sinbad watched and felt as they turned their face into his palm, and sighed. Mori relaxed more into his hand with each breath as if his scent and touch were comforting. It bubbled up desires he knew he shouldn't act upon with a sick or unconscious person and yet he couldn't make himself leave either. He took a moment to ground himself but it did little good. He couldn't bring himself to leave until after Mori let go of his hand. To think another person would have this much power over him. "You really are amazing." There was absolutely no way he'd ever allow anyone else to see this side of them. Mori would be moved to the Purple Leo Tower in time, and would just have to learn through experience that he had no intentions of letting them go. ---

~POV Mori~ I woke up to the Great Bell the next morning. Sinbad being here was not a dream. I had just been too groggy to question the situation. What was the point of staying home, if he was going to visit me in person?

On the plus side, seeing Sinbad while I wasn't stuck in my trauma brain helped break the cycle of questions. Sinbad might be stubborn but through his whole life he is shown being someone fully willing to change his mind when given enough information. At this point in the story he is someone with conviction who says his truth directly -even if he often speaks in a manipulative way. So when he said he's chosen a new path, he meant it -even if I don't know what that means yet. And when he is shown seducing women, the idea of moving any of them into the Purple Leo Tower would never be considered, let alone offered -even in private. And yet he offered that to me.

Sinbad was changing and I'd never be able to accept how if I stayed cooped up in my room. To understand myself, and Sinbad I needed to spend more time around him. My rest was over. I didn't need to jump all the way in at once. I'd see him at the morning Assemblies, swap pleasantries, and part ways until the next day. 'Slow and steady.' --- ~POV Sinbad~ Was this how Hina and Drakon felt when they looked at their wives before they got together? Just seeing Mori enter the halls of the White Capricorn Tower made his heart swell. And hearing their voice? Well, he was starting to understand why Ja'far had been so upset with him since they returned from Balbadd. Even seeing Mori dressed androgynously didn't shake his feelings -though it was a bit jarring after how they dressed for the Announcement. It just cemented that what he felt wasn't simply based on how Mori presented. They were undeniably the most beautiful person in the world to him now.

After going through more options than necessary, the first thing the Dungeon Capturer managed to say to Mori was, "I'm happy to see you're feeling better."

"Yes. And thank you for visiting me while I was resting." Mori's smile made him feel at peace. Seeing them up close confirmed that they cut their bangs some. "But never enter my room without explicit permission again." Their sharper tone pierced him repeatedly with each sentence. "That includes the bird by the way. If my curtains are closed or I don't answer the door: don't enter my room."

He wore a smile to ease their anger. "Of course. It won't happen again."

Even as Mori accepted his response and left, the King couldn't get his heart to stop racing. Why did there have to be so many large risks of ruining his chances when he already knew she liked him from reading his Fate?

--- ~POV Mori~

As soon as the Assembly was over, I fled to the Black Libra Tower. 'He said he was happy I was better! AND he didn't say anything about about my change of gender expression!' Sinbad said all of two words directly to me and I started short circuiting. I remembered that he offered to move me to his tower -the one he sleeps in???- and immediately went on the defensive. I was not as ready as I thought!! I was going to need my favorite hyperfixation to survive the rollercoaster I was trapped on. And if it didn't exits yet, then I was going to reinvent it myself! It would be relatively easy to make a printing press since this fanfic was in English instead of whichever Arabic language was the region's canonical one, or Japanese like the series was originated in. Both require significantly more characters than English, and some kanji can be too intricate to make with this world's current level of technology. Speaking of which, this world had stamps and seals so this next level of printing shouldn't be too crazy of a change. I took some print making classes in high school and college, so I got to use a few different scale printing presses. I knew enough to draft prototypes. I excelled at typography in college too -so well that the department head signed off on me skipping a few courses so I could get to the high level stuff faster. The typography was digital, but I still learned enough to draft prototypes of stamps and such. ('A shame I couldn't afford higher than an Associates Degrees.) Since I was working on a table in the middle of one of the libraries, people came up to ask me about what I was doing. I gave a brief summary to the latest onlooker, before I pointed to the examples I was drafting. "I see." His voice was familiar but I was too focused to register it. The person moved around the table to read the part I had finished this morning. He made a few sounds of recognition as he read. "Won't spelling out each word every time be a hassle?" "Well, yeah. It's better to have most words premade. And full lines of text can be fused together to make reprinting more issues easier and faster." He pointed to a spot on the parchment. "Ah- that's what this part is then." My eyes were drawn to the glint of his rings. Every cell in my body remade itself as my brain finally acknowledged who was talking to me. "That is convenient." Sinbad's voice was unmistakable now that I was paying attention. I prayed to every God I knew of that my emotions didn't show in my actions or voice. "This might be a new technology here, but you won't have to completely reinvent the wheel thanks to my 'visions.'" I had to focus on my breathing to keep my heart rate down. I was able to keep the conversation moving, but I wasn't sure I would remember it well. I was more focused on not looking like an idiot. We had exchanged greetings at the morning assembly but this was the first time I was talking to him fully sober in days. His polite gestures and this conversation made my heart swell, but he wasn't flirting; he was just existing while being attractive. 'Why did I have to start thinking it could be mutual??? I can't even enjoy it like this!' If anything starts there's going to be an end.

--- ~POV Sinbad~ Sinbad didn't have a 'real' reason for visiting Mori in Black Libra Tower on their first day back, but, as King, there was no one who would question him. Although, Ja'far would come to get him if he's away from his responsibilities for too long. He arrived a bit after lunch to find Mori sitting at a table in the middle of the library where anyone could and did come talk to them. The proof being that they didn't beat an eye at his questions. In fact, it sounded like they had explained about this stamp system multiple times. Mori needed their own office in the tower. He'd make sure they got one asap. As interesting as this new technology was, Sinbad kept finding himself staring at his Beautiful Prophet more. It was hard enough to focus at his own desk -let alone when Mori was right in front of him. Sinbad had heard that acknowledging the feeling makes it stronger, but he wasn't expecting this. Mori tensed for a moment before scooting their chair away from him. He had been leaning closer to them without realizing, and they moved away. How was this the same person that fell asleep holding his hand the previous day? Were they just too tired back then to remember what was going on? Did they think it was a dream? He definitely shouldn't flirt with them while they were this uncomfortable to be around him. Would they even be willing to hold his arm while they walked together? He didn't think so. Sinbad took a moment to ground. Even if Mori had turned into a feral cat or wild rabbit around him, the way they watched him when they thought he wasn't looking was a sign that they wouldn't mind being tamed by him. They had enjoyed his company before; he just needed to remind them of that. The only question was if he could regain Mori's trust before he had to leave for the Kou Empire.

((OMGOSH I did not expect this to take this long. At least a month of that gap was from back-to-back illness too, so it took even longer. My digestive track turned off for 24 hours and took 48 to fully come back online. While I was in recovery I caught a really bad upper raspatory infection that gave me a 103F fever for a week. So of course my period hit me like a freight train a week later. Somehow I was ill the weeks around the holidays and not on them, but it was a still a super rough couple of weeks. I'm better now :D which is why I was able to have the energy to write.

I processed a lot of my emotions while working on these chapters. They're all things I already knew, but consolidating them like this helped me see more of the places they were affecting me, and cement in my head that it is okay to move forward. :D

This arc is 3 chapters long including this one. Since I do have the next 2 written already, I just need to refine them and make the art, so there shouldn't be as long as a break for the next chapter. Like this chapter, they will have scenes of Mori processing their emotions. I needed a lot of time to edit them down a ton since there's obviously things I don't intend to post on the internet, and I want the story to feel good to read chapter to chapter. I've already got the next arc started too. It's a lot of character confrontations that became discarded drafts of earlier arcs, but definitely need to happen now. Since I have those drafts as a basis, I hope to get that arc ready before I finish posting this one. I have another DeadEnd chapter to post, and a few one shots I almost have ready. I've been posting wips and art for for them on patreon, but I won't be posting them here until I have full chapters ready U-U))

#magi prophet fanfic #king sinbad #sinbad magi #magi sinbad #sinbad x oc #magi fanart #sinbadxoc #magi fanfiction

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sp-spellboundau · 10 months ago

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What’s Going on with South Park Spellbound?

Hi, everyone! My name’s Ghost, and I’m the creator of SP Spellbound.

Unfortunately, burnout is one hell of a bitch, and Spellbound was created in period where I was going through a whole slew of messes in my personal life so it ended up in a kind of unofficial hiatus. I’m in a much better place now, but I’ve found it hard to return to Spellbound as it had been months ago. There were a few things about my original story that I didn’t like, and I’m just simply not in a place where I can create that same output of animatics at a pace that I’m happy with.

So…what’s next?

Spellbound is coming back! This project is incredibly special to me, fueled by a lifelong special interest of witches and supernatural and a South Park hyperfixation that started back in Vine of all places. So, I’m putting Spellbound through a bit of a reboot. My art style and fandom-specific interests have definitely changed a lot in the past ten months - therefore, I’m redesigning the characters and reworking a few different story elements to better fit my current tastes. Everything is still very much in the sketching and plotting phases, so I don’t have too much to share, but I will be posting small sneak peaks and previews periodically on my main blog ( @thelatteghost ) and twitter, which has the same user.

Going forward, Spellbound will likely focus primarily on comics and written pieces, which my usual animations interspersed throughout as I am able. This will hopefully keep me from spiraling back in to burnout and allow me to have a slightly better output then dropping one 30 second animatic a month. I’m still working out the kinks on how exactly I’d like to present this story, but I hope you all continue to read it <3

To end, I’ll leave y’all with a few more sketch previews from my twitter, and I will hopefully be back here soon.

#sp spellbound au #sp creek #sp henrietta #sp tweek #south park au

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mojo-bro-tho · 1 month ago

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Still nowhere near done with the chapter… so have a WIP while I hyperfixate!!

My life has been absolutely miserable this past week but it fine because we now have energy. Problem is, idk when I’ll be done cuz I’m doing so many rewrites!

Anyways, this is an excerpt from chapter 13 of Blood Sugar currently titled Playlist (subject to change) I hope you enjoy even if it’s nothing but plot!

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The screen of his laptop stared ominously back at him. Bright white with gold text above the center search bar. Nadas Dirthalan. Emmrich's fingers froze on the keys and there was a tightening in his airways.

This felt terrible, which surely meant he shouldn’t do this. He was unwilling to kiss her but looking her up was perfectly acceptable? It seemed hypocritical. Still, Strife’s suggestion clung to the front of his mind along with the assurance that he would likely not find much. Well, if that was the case, why was he even bothering? He hated this. Emmrich wanted to know her. And with everything that had happened on Friday, it was difficult not to go chasing after her more than he already was.

What else was he meant to do? The unique predicament of their situation threw several wrenches into how the man would traditionally handle this. It was clear that Rook was in no mood to speak to him even when every moment of idleness screamed to fill the void of her absence.

There was something deeply hurtful about what she had said to him. ‘You can’t make a good judgement when you don’t know everything. And you don’t know me.’ Possibly because it mimicked the same worry his friend had presented to him. Or perhaps it was because he knew she was right. Even worse, the idea that he knew she was wrong. What a cruel woman, a tenderly, passionately cruel woman.

Like the starving animal he felt himself to be, Emmrich would take what he could. Even if nothing came up about her specifically. Maybe… Maybe if he just knew what her last name meant? That might be enough to satiate some of the impulse. Innocuous enough. Taking a deep breath through the nose, Emmrich barely peeked one eye open while typing. Only forming a single word with the best approximation of how it should be spelled given how he’d only heard it once.

‘Lavellan.’

The first result was, as he expected, a translation. ‘One who journeys to a hopeful place.’ He reread it several times, letting its parts unravel. It seemed almost poetically fitting for her. She is far from home, in a place she hopes to care for or has grown to in some way. But he always read too deeply into those sorts of things. Just below it was an article that caught his interest. From the Free Marches Daily Crier dated… ten years ago? Maker, how remote was her clan if that was the most relevant article?

‘Clan Lavellan: First Dalish Territory To Endorse Seeker!’

‘Seeker’ sounded familiar, and Emmrich recalled it as one of the many patches on her bag. New tab. The first result he got was a website. An organization? He opened the link. ‘In the darkness, we are unafraid. When in need, we are reborn.’ After a few moments of grazing through descriptions, he discovered that they were a charity. A large scale, international charity. With heavy associations to The Chantry.

Ah, that would explain the relevance of the article then. Emmrich imagined that a Dalish Clan endorsing a Chantry affiliated organization may be rather controversial. Perhaps Rook used to volunteer there. It seemed like they affiliated themselves with multiple other groups, including The Order. As well as had a multitude of branches. There was even one in Nevarra! Though, it would appear to only be a small operation for the time being. There was a chance he’d seen a flier from them before.

He closed the tab but thought he may have to remember to look into that more later. Back on the first page, he scrolled down a little to view the opening of the original article that caught his attention.

‘After the devastating discovery of Wycome’s former mayor Duke Antoine siphoning money meant to be allocated towards Clan Lavellan, a breach of the territory agreement, Keeper Deshanna Istimaethoriel Lavellan makes the shocking announcement of publically sending her endorsement of Seeker. The organization, having visited the territory and subsequently uncovering the fraud, offers monetary support to the Clan until the settlement is concluded in…’

Rook must have been fairly young when this happened. Could it be part of the reason why she doesn’t discuss her heritage? At first, he guessed that perhaps she simply didn’t view herself as culturally Dalish. But it was obvious she was well acquainted, even invested in some regards. Rather curious.

He scrolled again, sight flicking to quickly read titles. ‘Illness in Wycome, Clan Lavellan in Lockdown’, posted eleven years ago. ‘Clan Lavellan To Host This Summer’s Arlathven’, six years ago. ‘Tragedy in The Heart of Lav-’

Emmrich stopped. A thrumming pain erupting in his chest. Hands pulling away from the laptop as the rhythm writhed into his ears. But without thinking during his retreat, he clicked.

‘Tragedy in The Heart of Lavellan.’

#this is all plot baby absolutely 0 fun here #emmrook #emmrich volkarin #emmrook fanfic #emmrich x rook #mojo checks blood sugar #I wanted to give y’all SOMETHING cuz I’ve been a writer blocked bastard

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sunstar706 · 1 year ago

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Hear me out: Bucky Barnes is 100% not Jewish.

I’ve been doing a lot of scrolling on Tumblr/Ao3 the past few days looking for other people’s opinions on the nitty gritty of Bucky Barnes’ background, and realized- a lot (a *lot*) of people headcanon him as Jewish, which I find really interesting. Judaism, on the whole, is an extremely interesting subject, as the only non-universalizing Abrahamic faith, the only ethnic Abrahamic faith, and the oldest Abrahamic faith (making it one of the oldest monotheistic religions ever to exist).

Let me present to you my speculation on Bucky’s religious background. First of all, we know Steve is Catholic. Just getting that out of the way.

Am I a geography and demography nerd? Yes, yes I am. And I also have a strange hyperfixation on names. That’s why this stood out to me immediately.

James Buchanan Barnes, born March 10, 1917, into a poor family in Brooklyn, New York.

James is a really ambiguous name, with versions in pretty much every Indo-European language, as far as I know. It’s the number one baby boy name in the United States of all time, beating out the second place name (Robert) by over 300,000. Honestly, this name tells me nothing. Moving on.

Buchanan. It’s Scottish. That says a lot. It was fairly common at the time for the eldest sons middle name to be the mothers maiden name, so we can safely say that Winnifred Barnes (née Buchanan) was most likely Scottish.

Now, this is where we get historical, and also where speculation starts. As many Outlander fans will know, things went south for Catholics in Scotland after the battle of Culloden Moor and the Jacobite rebellion, however… The Roman Catholic ecclesiastical hierarchy was reestablished in Scotland in 1878. Catholic emancipation occurred in 1829, and there was a revival of Papism in Scotland, along with an influx of Irish Catholic immigrants coming in (especially with the potato famine starting in the 1840s in Ireland), so, while Catholicism isn’t as popular in Scotland today (approximately 15% of modern Scots are Catholic), when Winnie was born (likely somewhere between 1897 and 1900, I usually put it at 1899) there would have been a good number of Catholics in Scotland. There’s a really good chance she was Catholic.

Now. Barnes. If there was ever an extremely English surname, it was Barnes. It’s pretty hard to provide reasonable evidence that George Barnes was not English, so, let’s run with that. While England today has high percentages of Islam, Hinduism, and even reasonable amounts of Sikhism and Buddhism, it was… very Christian back in the day. In fact, the only really established non-Christian religion in England was Judaism (England contained approximately 60000 Jews in 1880, a number which rose to 300000 by 1914. However, please consider that the majority of these people were fresh immigrants escaping anti-semitism in Eastern and Northern Europe, who would not have had the surname ‘Barnes’). Delving further into English Christianity- they were Anglican, pretty much.

Guess what? Protestants (ex. Anglicans like George) and Catholics (like Winnie) don’t like each other. While marriage between Protestants and Catholics wasn’t illegal in the uk at the time, it is extremely unlikely their families would have approved. So, Winnie and George moved to NYC. (Actually, this is how my very own great-great-grandparents ended up in New Zealand).

So, where does James Buchanan Barnes lie on the religion side of things? I can tell you The chances that he’s Jewish are very low. I’d say he’s probably Catholic, even if just to blend in- New York is extremely Catholic, even today. He could be Anglican. After all the shit Hydra put him through, he’s might’ve given up on religion all together. Or maybe he converted to Buddhism. A lot of people do that (Buddhism is the third largest universalizing religion on earth). I’m kidding, don’t take that seriously, he’s not a Buddhist.

I think he’s Catholic.

But hey, nothings concrete. I’ve read some really great stories where he’s Jewish. I’ve read great stories where he’s Catholic.

-Ranger616

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #captain america #winter soldier #the avengers #george barnes #winnifred barnes #religon #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #judaism #christianity #catholiscism #protestantism #anglicanism

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alagaesia-headcanons · 2 years ago

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I don't know of you've done this or not, but I would love to hear you opinions on Roran. Most people in the Fandom see him as a Chad, a better hero than Eragon, more badass etc etc. Me? I can't stand him, it scares me how he seems to take no no for an answer

In my return to my IC hyperfixation, I've found I don't like Roran quite as much as I did a few years back. My feelings on his character are a lot more complicated and I definitely see where you're coming from in your dislike. To summarize my thoughts right off the bat, as a character, I think Roran is a good person with his heart in the right place and he gets involved with a war that brings out the absolute worst in him.

The situations Roran gets pushed into cause a lot of friction with his worst qualities like his stubbornness, his aggression, his recklessness, and his arrogance. But these qualities don't garner much critique within canon because, similarly to Nasuada's flaws, the circumstances of war actually reward these questionable behaviors.

For one, despite how he's presented, Roran is not a good leader. In fact, he's pretty fucking awful at it. He's very good at a few specific skills that a leader needs, particularly inspiring loyalty, but he's entirely incapable in other aspects. Namely, dealing with other authorities. The argument with Orrin over the envoy that I talked about before is a perfect example, really highlighting his inability discuss and collaborate with anyone else or to think through any viewpoint that contradicts his own. Also, I didn't point it out before, but Roran ends that argument by promising to kill any envoy Orrin sends. Which is insanely stupid and barbaric. He thinks he has the right to openly murder an innocent man of their army solely because he decided that would be best, even when that'd give Orrin full right to have him executed. The risk of sending an envoy is only hypothetical and unclear while the damage of Roran murdering a Surdan is absolutely certain, but he can't see past his own sense of superiority far enough to realize that.

The chapter in Brisingr where the Urgals challenge his right to lead also really shows what a terrible leader he is. He doesn't even try to talk, to establish that an army doesn't follow their cultural hierarchy, and if they don't want to obey, they can simply defect and try fighting without the Varden's allies or resources. No, he instantly accepts hand to hand combat to the death. His conviction that he can do anything is so bloated it blinds him to any possible consequences. If you strip away our outside awareness of plot armor, his choices go from admirable and badass to outrageously careless. He can't handle conflict or disagreements with other leaders with anything but brute force. His interactions with Brigman in Aroughs also comes to mind.

What Roran actually is is a very good problem solver. He is very observant and creative and that gets him through very tricky situations. And he genuinely wants the best for the people he loves, he always takes their needs into consideration and does all that he can for them. But that doesn't necessarily suit him to leadership and being put in such roles during the war buries those good qualities under the soaring peak of his arrogance. The real shame is that his flaws never had real consequences that made him grow as a person, wouldn't that have been nice?

sigh.

I just want Roran to go back to being a farmer and stop taking himself so insufferably seriously, then maybe he'll realize not every single thing in life is a matter of life or death and he'll become more yielding and humble. Honestly for his sake, I want him to learn to coexist with the world around him instead of perpetually struggling against it.

#fuckin marty mcfly energy. all you have to do is call him chicken and he'll do the dumbest shit ever #eragon #inheritance cycle #roran #roran was never meant to be anything but a farmer lmao #the authority is bad for him just let the boy go back to tending the land hes nicer that way #he be a shitty earl too #i headcanon that for all intents and purposes katrina becomes earl of palancar valley while roran is just a figurehead #he farms while she leads #peace n love in alagaesia

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ditzydreamsss · 1 year ago

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Ditzy's Council Headcanons :D

Charlie/Grizzly/Bizly/Condi !

Present me here: I NEVER POSTED THIS???? I completely forgot about it sobbb

hyperfixation's dead but i still hold them in my arms gently

please excuse the first few all just being about sex. i sincerely apologize for my past self's actions okie bye

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-- Charlie, Grizzly, and Bizly are the horny ones (there's some other way to word this but I can't think of anything else).

-- Condi's asexual. He's fine with it happening around him but doesn't want to be included in sex. Doesn't get the appeal.

-- In terms of power dynamics, I think Charlie would be top. Grizzly & Bizly both being switch. And Condi in his room regretting everything as the walls start shaking.

-- Condi would be loud(er) when he's with the rest of the boys, but he would be quiet(er) when outside with strangers/just other people in general, or during serious moments.

-- [Cat Bizly's from this other post] Bizly likes having cat ears and tail sometimes. Grizzly caught him staring at a mirror once and has been the #1 Cat Boy Bizly (also known as "Kibby") supporter ever since. I love kibby sm-

-- There was this one night the fuck trio (I. CAN'T call them that. I can't but it's the first thing that popped into my head) trio got so loud in the other room Condi physically got up and slammed his hand on the door. The trio on the other side absolutely lost it.

-- Everyone has a soft spot for Bizly.

-- Grizzly and Bizly were together first. Then Grizzly was like, "Uh, Bizly I think I like Charlie but we-" Then Bizly called Charlie and bluntly said, "You up to polyamory?" Then Charlie and Condi got together then the puzzle completed itself.

-- Charlie and Bizly and Grizzly are all into each other. Grizzly and Charlie loves Condi and vise versa. Condi and Bizly took some time, but they're good now :D Sometimes they feel like bros and sometimes they want to romantically cuddle.

-- Charlie's constantly showing PDA to his lovers. But he always, no matter what, asks if he can kiss though. Even if it ruins the moment (it doesn't).

-- Grizzly's fine with PDA. Bizly's also fine, though he prefers it when the place in empty. Condi doesn't really like PDA that much but if it'll make his beloveds happy, he'll do it. No kisses though.

-- They added their own bedrooms in Molympus but usually, they bring their pillows and blankets to the throne room and sleep in a big cuddle pile.

-- Grizzly and Bizly do be making out every corner. Oh and Charlie too.

-- This is after fallen arc. I love that hc so much im making that canon. idk they like, made out or something. Then everything was fine again.

-- Grizzly has abandonment issues. He sometimes just. Can't face Charlie. He clings onto Bizly when it's more active. Condi, if Bizly isn't there. Or just alone in his room, hugging Bizly's blue sweater he leaves behind when he goes out. Drowning in lava that isn't there. If it's really bad, Bizly teleports them out into the mortal world, goes to the comfort room and cuddles until Grizzly falls asleep. Clinging onto him like a lifeline.

-- The comfort room is a room made of blue stuff. Not a speck of red.

-- Grizzly’s the anime guy. Bizly’s the listener. Bizly doesn't really understand the fuck Grizzly's talking about but he sits it through for him. Bizly will sit through an hour and a half long rant about this anime he doesn't even know the name of (though he's probably gonna be distracted staring at Grizzly's face the entire time. "Adorable when passionate")

-- Meanwhile, Charlie's actually trying to learn the anime. Asking questions and stuff.

-- Condi probably knows the anime. Grizzly and Condi exchange headcanons often. Randomly barging into each other's rooms after knocking 10 times and half yelling "Have you watched the new episode yet??"

-- Grizzly will sometimes make this wing cocoon thing if he gets overwhelmed.

-- Hey guys, Bizly has trauma too. If someone genuinely accuses him, and pushes it too far, he will cry. Alone. In his room. And he gets uncomfy now as the butt of the joke. The most random, small things can trigger stuff, especially when Bizly’s tired. He flinches when there’s a sudden loud noise. Reacts way more than a god with so many senses should.

-- Cat Bizly. Dog Grizzly. Do they go into space? Sometimes. They can actually turn into the animal. Bizly is a blue cat, Grizzly is a pug. Not sure about puppy grizz but pretty solid on cat biz.

-- Grizzly is overprotective over Bizly. Vise versa. They will literally hiss/growl.

-- Charlie’s usually the big dipper. Gribzly can be both but after the fallen arc, Bizly became small (BIZLY PEQUENO). Condi’s small for Charlie and big for Gribzly. [Listen, we have to shorten some terms. Like removing the “dipper”.]

-- Gribzly. Condicicle. Yes. (They’re still all gay for each other, it’s just those pairs are closer to each other.)

-- Grizzly laughs at almost every single one of Charlie’s jokes. Condi comes right after. Then there’s Bizly, deadpanning. Or making his own joke, while Grizzly’s dying in the background.

-- Too many times people walked into a Gribzly make out session.

-- So despite everything I said about gribzly and charlie, grizzly really does love Charlie. Vise versa. They're usually holding hands when they're out. Usually always. Like, they're both so clingy.

-- They need therapy desperately. I forgot if I said this before. Between Charlie and Ted, I think the council's kind of fucked relationship will pop up in casual conversation at some point in the podcast. They cut it out, but off camera Ted asks if Charlie wants him to help, and offers to therapy the bois.

-- Condi sometimes uses they/he or they/them, depends on the time.

-- I just want to make everyone, even Schlatt, all respectful with identities. Like Schlatt might have teamed up with someone but that someone turns out to be homophobic and even though Schlatt's winning, the ram man's gonna pulverize the homophobe right there if that teammate doesn't apologize/fix their mistake.

-- Bizly or Charlie sometimes walks into Condi and Grizzly clinging to each other as they cry about anime. Bizly slowly closes the door while Charlie asks what's wrong. Depends on how severe the damage is, whether they respond or not.

-- They know the future has changed for them, especially Charlie and Condi, mostly Condi. Charlie sometimes gets nightmares of a swarm of zombies pushing him into lava, a chess game with a ghost, but only thinks those are weird nightmares. Condi knows more. He tries to ignore what the Code is trying to tell him, that this isn’t right and isn’t real.

-- Clinginess meter: past maximum. All of them.

-- Bizly (sometimes) has blue-ish black cat ears.

-- Grizzly has the doggo ears and tail.

-- Charlie can literally turn into slime, right on the spot. It's kinda disturbing so he doesn't do it (or tries to not) in front of other people. It's terrifying, really, seeing him melt.

-- Charlie in my hc looks pretty much the same with his minecraft skin except he has a green cape thing and looks a bit more powerful.

-- Condi is a dragon hyrbid thing. (i got it from here)

-- Oh and also, Bizly's glasses does this small robot eyes screen thing (that is not a good description uhh). Like his sunglasses are like a small screen and theres eyes and shows his emotions. Like fallen biz (HELP ITS JUST. PERMANENTLY MADE A HOME IN MY BRAIN).

-- So this au hc thing. Fallen arc, fallen au canon to here. I guess Charlie and Condi went to the nether (jumped into the pit) bc condi was like ":(" and then the squad fought each other. Bizly was genuinely ready to kill Charlie. Charlie's like "Are- are you hissing??" Cause cat. And then Charlie repents, apologizes, regrets, but that doesn't work until Condi: "im sorry :(" then they're suddenly all gay for each other again and happily ever after.

-- this means they never killed the dragon. dragon and condi are good friends.

-- dragon actually trusts condi enough (i mean, technically, condi created the dragon so) anyways trusts him enough to give him her only egg. The squad needs to raise the dragon and bonds and stuff.

-- idk baeby dragon's name. help /gen

-- Condi casually covering baeby's ears as the bedroom shakes at night the other side of the wall-

-- Baeby keeps trying to eat Charlie's slimes. rip.

Charlie: Condi. baeby's trying to eat me. Condi: Wh- Charlie: My slimes :(

-- they get it sorted out (no they don't, the council doesn't do shit, they're too busy making out). slimes combine into one big slime and assert dominance. they get along now.

-- There's a reason why "pudding" will never be added to minecraft. Yeah. The council literally destroyed the existence of it.

-- Grizzly is a sucker for headpats. Literally melts in your arms. I mean he'll probably growl if it's not his lovers.

-- Charlie can just fly, no wings (for being so close to the Code, he gets free stuff ig).

-- the Code is what makes up the world. it's not exactly alive, nor sentient, but it's like. not dead either.

-- Condi can just naturally fly too. He has enough power to make new worlds, he can do a lil bit of floating. He kind of borrow's the Void's power and manipulates it to apply it to himself to float. His wings are for decoration/intimidation/battle purposes.

-- Bizly and Grizzly both have the angel wings, Bizly's being more blue and Grizzly's being red and grey.

-- When the teacher is late, Grizzly would be the one in the corner watching anime with Condi, weebs gathering and making a small circle around them.

-- Grizzly writes and reads fanfics. The little (big) pile of notebooks hidden in that one corner of him room is one thing he'll never let anyone look through (besides maybe Condi).

-- Wait hold onto these thoughts. I have an au idea-

-- When Bizly feels a really strong emotion, his glasses change red like when he was fallen.

-- Order the council says ily the most: charlie, gribzly tied (make up with cuddles / physical affection), condi (make up with shows of trust)

-- Charlie's really soft to Bizly when they're alone.

-- Bizly acts embarrassed and pushes Charlie away in public but he loves his affection.

sorry if I repeat any of the same stuff, there's way too much and I'm not looking for it

-- The group runs out of food. What do they do?

~~ Grizzly's too busy binging anime to be hungry. Condi's with Grizzly and eating snacks instead of actual food.

~~ Charlie cooks food with help of his slimes.

~~ Bizly doesn't realize Charlie's cooking food and orders takeout.

~~ The trio's eating when Bizly walks into the room to see that they already have food. L.

-- DID I EVER TELL YOU ABOUT HOW FRICKING CLINGY THEY ALL ARE??

-- what if condi just sneezed one day after the council got their powers but instead of mucus he left behind a small split in the air leading to another dimension. and he was like "whatthefuck but also.. what?? the fuck??"

-- back to the dragon, im thinking of the name Pigstep? cause thats the name of the disc that was playing at the end of To The End.

#slimecicle cinematic universe #ditzy scu corner #gribzly #too lazy to tag more

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bee-dot-exe · 1 year ago

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I really wish I wasn't writing this. I just can't believe it. Put on your seatbelts I guess. Kinda long and kinda heavy post ahead. Take care of yourselves.

I follow Shelby, but I don't really watch her. When I saw her go live and I saw that it would be a more serious stream, I got kinda worried, but I didn't think a whole lot of it I guess. And slowly but surely, as I scrolled on here, I saw the occasional post not only saying they were proud of her, but saying negative things about Wil. My heart sunk, and to be honest, from what I'd seen, she didn't name any names, why were people blaming and saying these things about him, he didn't do anything?

So while I absolutely supported Shelby regardless, at the time I hadn't look further into anything, and avoided posts with either of their names for my own well being.

I came here this morning and there was a screenshot of his Tweet. And I felt like I was gonna throw up.

First of all, what was that. That was a response, sure, but that's about it. It was not anything genuine. It was not an apology.

Wilbur, this hurts me, like I genuinely feel like the air was punched out of me as I write this, Not only that what Shelby said was true, not only that you admitted it, but that this is the response you can't up with?

I remember finding you one day three or four years ago, and not to be parasocial, but I immediately felt connected. Wrapped around my brain. I was hyperfixated, felt understood in a way few others has made me feel before, maybe something similar to attraction grew.

And now I don't know what to do. I don't know if I can watch some of my comfort videos or vods. Listen to one of my favorite bands. Keep talking about/infodumping/introducing one of my comfort creators.

I can't stop thinking about people you were friends with not wanting to interact anymore. Of even though you weren't really on QSMP you probably definitely won't be anymore. Of Lovejoy maybe probably slowly stopping. Of the fact that I haven't really watched Tommy in a while but your friendship was once very dear to me and I don't know anything behind the scenes and I hope he will be okay. Of this really happening.

And I'm sorry. I'm sorry for fans past present and future. I'm sorry for Shelby and any other had been or possible future victim. I'm sorry for you because you did this, you dug this hole further and further, you are watching this happen.

I'm going to update my pinned post and change my blog layout. I'm not going to write about him or post about him anymore, but I'm not going to delete what I have written or posted, because I was at one point and still am proud of it, and a part of me will continue to hold these things near my chest. I'm gonna go now cause I have a headache.

#wilbur soot #tw abuse #tw manipulation #tw grooming #just in case

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kylesvariouslistsandstuff · 1 year ago

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Long post warning, because I should use them more often:

I've been kinda buried, typical of me when it comes to the seemingly-biweekly hyperfixation, in the early 2000s Disney animated movies. Namely the pre-CHICKEN LITTLE movie, prior to the studio's switch to a future in CG movies. (With the encore of pair of PRINCESS AND THE FROG and the 2011 WINNIE THE POOH along the way.)

And I noticed, a lot of them, including a few non-Disney animated films from the period, have an almost deliberate "old-fashioned" bent to them. Now, Disney was never a stranger to period pieces when it came to animated features. Outside of the fairy tale and fantasy films set in dream-like worlds, places that exist in irrealities inspired by the real world and their respective source materials, you had more than enough films set in actual identifiable real-world places in past time periods.

For example, before going to straight-up dream worlds, ALICE IN WONDERLAND and PETER PAN from the early 1950s are clearly set in England. The former, Victorian-era England, the latter Edwardian. LADY AND THE TRAMP is somewhere in the Midwest, turn of the 20th century. It's in a state where the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad ran through, for sure, as you can see a logo for it on a train car in the film. (Sidenote/tangent: The direct-to-video sequel, SCAMP'S ADVENTURE, seems to suggest that the town Lady and Tramp live in is actually in New England... But the B&O Railroad does not run through any New England region state. The furthest to the East it goes is New York state. It's possible that the writers saw Jim Dear nailing a Yale flag to the wall in the original movie, and assumed it was set in Connecticut. And the DTV movies are an EU sort-of situation when it comes to these movies.)

So those are three 1950s examples, you also had THE ARISTOCATS being explicitly set in 1910 Paris, THE FOX AND THE HOUND appears to be set down South right around that time. '90s Disney had plenty, too: BEAUTY AND THE BEAST, POCAHONTAS, THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME, MULAN, TARZAN, to name a few. HERCULES goes to ancient Greece and mythology, ALADDIN is set in a fictional Arabian city, that one I feel is more on the dream-world level of - say - SNOW WHITE or LITTLE MERMAID, where the setting/time period isn't quite written out. This is why I don't tie myself in knots trying to determine where and when THE LITTLE MERMAID takes place. It's literally an amalgamation of different European and tropical locations, inspired by a story by a Danish author, and it has a Caribbean crab in it.

But no, early 2000s Disney is more specific than not! DINOSAUR is obvious, THE EMPEROR'S NEW GROOVE is set in ancient South America (its Incan Empire setting originally had much more bearing on the story back when it was KINGDOM OF THE SUN, the movie that had gotten thrown out that this replaced), ATLANTIS: THE LOST EMPIRE takes place in 1914 - starting in Washington D.C. and then largely being set below the Earth thereafter, LILO & STITCH is present-day Hawaii, BROTHER BEAR is a post-ice age Pacific Northwest, and HOME ON THE RANGE is clearly set in Malaysia in 2177 A.D.

All joking aside, it's almost a string of movies like that... Except TREASURE PLANET, which is set in a fictional galaxy, full of fictional planets, and no sign of Earth, much like the STAR WARS universe. Yet, TREASURE PLANET's cosmic setting is 1800s pirates/high seas aesthetic meets spaceships and high-tech. After all, it *is* Robert Louis Stevenson's TREASURE ISLAND, a story dating back to 1881 as a serialized adventure before it was made into a complete novel two years later. Just take out 1800s Europe.

Now, at one point, the 2004 release of HOME ON THE RANGE was going to be followed by a movie called A FEW GOOD GHOSTS, which was once known as MY PEOPLES. This project went through several title changes over time... A 2D/CG hybrid that was a magical Appalachian love story involving ghosts that was to be set in the 1940s. The movie would’ve probably been released in the summer of 2005 if all had gone well, as it was to go full-steam ahead by the time of its cancellation in November 2003. By that point in time, Disney execs had long made up their minds about 2D animation, and because this was to be made by the Florida unit… Well, BROTHER BEAR didn’t meet expectations at the box office out of the gate… No more Florida unit, no GOOD GHOSTS…

What a lot of these movies have in common is that they, as mentioned earlier, are seemingly much more old-school than the animated movies of the '90s *and* their CGI contemporaries.

The majority of these movies were released during the years when a new CGI movie was - 99% of the time - pretty much an audience hit by default (SHARK TALE and CHICKEN LITTLE individually outgrossed LILO & STITCH, for example), and that definitely hurt the perception of hand-drawn 2D animated feature films. It's been written over and over, so much theorizing as to why the majority of these movies failed to connect with audiences the way the newest Pixar or DreamWorks CGI film did... And sometimes, I look at some of this cluster of movies and I can only notice how weirdly out-of-time they are… Either too late to the party, or there well before it's even planned. Like, years in advance.

As such, most of these movies became cult favorites of the few people who did see them back when they first came out or when they debuted on home video. These fans are all in their 20s now, at the highest. Yesterday's flops, today's "what? This movie SLAPS! How did it lose money at the box office?”

The majority of the CGI movies made in the late '90s/early '00s are thoroughly modern in some way or another. If it's not the setting, then it's the attitude. SHREK, for example, is set in a mishmash ye olden dayes fairy tales & nursery rhymes Europe (the first PUSS IN BOOTS movie further confirms this, being explicitly set in Spain), but everything else about it is as late '90s/early '00s as you can get. ICE AGE… Literally in the title, yet the comedy and writing rings more Looney Tunes and modern humor. I was turning 10 when ICE AGE came out, so I was aware of what the sorta-kinda general attitude was circa early 2002. The humor in the movie matched that; it was cool for an adult in their 20s to check out the talking prehistoric animals cartoon and quote it.

Pixar is kind of out of the question, well, this particular early run of Pixar movies. The TOY STORY movies, A BUG'S LIFE, and FINDING NEMO all clearly take place in the present. Timeless present-day settings, where it's modern enough but not too much to date the movie in question. (How 'bout that line in BUG'S LIFE about "the twig of '93"?) MONSTERS, INC. is set in a fantasy world, but that too is modern day, what with the cars and technology and every other detail. Boo doesn't walk in out a 1930s human world, haha.

When it comes to pre-2005/06 Pixar, the one exception in this criteria is THE INCREDIBLES, which is set in a retro-futuristic 1960s whose technological advances are informed by the presence of superheroes in that world. And yet, it's not a movie that feels out of time, old-timey, dated. It uses the '60s influences to enhance, rather than trap the storytelling. It’s also curiously not set in any specific American location - much like TOY STORY 1 & 2, and A BUG’S LIFE. In comic book tradition, it’s set in the fictional Municiberg, which I can only surmise is somewhere on the West Coast. CARS and RATATOUILLE and UP, afterwards, would go back to present-day. WALL-E, the far future. BRAVE, in 2012, would be Pixar's first real period piece, a fantasized medieval fairy tale Scotland. That was their 13th feature…

And yet, there’s an air of nostalgia for a past decade in pretty much the majority of these earlier Pixar films… Which is a deep dive for another day, and others have already looked at that sort of thing. But, a lot of the movies made by the TOY STORY alumni (John Lasseter, Pete Docter, Andrew Stanton, Lee Unkrich) in particular are very much rooted in the directors’ late ‘50s/early ‘60s upbringings… But not in a way that renders them "corny". At least, to audiences circa 2002, that is.

The 2000s, in general, were a much different time anyways. And it just wasn't the appropriate era to release a small cluster of old-timey movies. Made in what was seemingly perceived as an old and outdated medium, when 3D environments and characters were WOWING people left and right. I can see why most audiences just didn't take too well to a Jules Verne-style animated adventure that was probably - with its PG rating - too silly for anyone over the age of 10 looking for an action movie. Nor a very classic adventure movie-style space epic. Nor a cartoon Western that literally *looked* like a lost vintage Disney cowboy cartoon a la the 'Pecos Bill' segment of MELODY TIME and EVERY COWBOY NEEDS A HORSE. Nor a familiar wilderness adventure movie that recalled '90s "new age" vibes. If the Appalachian folk musical had come out when intended, I suspect it too would've been rejected for similar reasons.

It's no surprise that LILO & STITCH, set in the modern day and not at all old-fashioned like that, was the lone box office success here and - for a brief while - a major phenomenon once it was on video. THE EMPEROR'S NEW GROOVE is snappy and modern and energetic, but that was impacted by its troubled production and the studio just dumping it. Its ludicrous legs at the box office and later video sales would prove that, people actually really liked that movie. The few people who saw it, that is. If it had been backed with a better campaign, that would've probably been Disney Feature's biggest movie since THE LION KING.

But it's those four movies... ATLANTIS, TREASURE PLANET, BROTHER BEAR, and HOME ON THE RANGE, that form this unique grab-bag. One that also includes DreamWorks' fairly edgy 2D-animated period adventures released around them, THE ROAD TO EL DORADO, SPIRIT: STALLION OF THE CIMARRON, and SINBAD: LEGEND OF THE SEVEN SEAS. All of those lost money, too.

And they told these stories in ways that were incongruous with the times, when audiences wanted farting ogres and silly sloths and wacky Ellen DeGeneres fish. Maybe they all would've done better as thoroughly-CGI movies, maybe not… But it's a weird vibe across the films that I’ve noticed over the years. Quaint, in a way. Maybe it was “cringe” or whatever in the moody and edgy early 2000s, but today - with so much time having passed and the world ever-changing - it’s all rather charming.

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What is the deal with some people's intense hyperfixation with the shed ghosts?! Like they're clearly very minor characters who are entertaining to see occasionally but by definition not characters the show is ever going to focus on or tell us all that much about. If people want to head canon about them, write fics, etc. then go for it! That's what makes fandom fun!! Yet a few people here are unironically like "omg, the anxiety and pain of not hearing about the shed ghosts in every single episode is seriously damaging to my mental health" and "these characters who have had a total of maybe seven lines across all four seasons are literally the only reason I watch the show." Maybe don't watch then if not featuring very minor characters in every episode proves so traumatic?! Again, people can like whoever they want, but to be so disturbingly hyperfixated about any fictional characters to the point where it's impacting mental health, let alone characters who most people can't even remember the names of, is super unhealthy. It's like someone only watching Friends for Gunther and then freaking out every time he's not featured :)

I understand why the past two episodes have gotten h-money shippers excited that h-money will be a couple ---and they're almost certainly right that the writers will go there again eventually. But for me the last two episodes solidified how much I love them as partners in crime, aka "power friends", and I'm clinging to the faint possibility that they stay that way! Their imbalanced, loveless romance just didn't work for me- I'm with Albert and Isaac on that one!

Sam has such a small role this season? Like you, I find the ghosts more compelling and entertaining than the human characters, so in a sense it's good that Sam seems to have been reduced from a/the main character to someone who's there purely to react to whatever the ghosts are up to that particular week. But it's kind of weird that she was presented as such an energetic "can do" person with all these goals and ideas (not that I can relate!) and she's now so bland and 'just there' for the most part?! Similarly, Jay was more endearing in the first season imo, and their relationship was presented as the sweet backbone of the show while now it too is 'just there.' I don't know why I feel that way but just putting it out there in case someone else sees this and agrees!

I'm thrilled we're getting at least two more seasons, but I hope the writers take this as an opportunity to focus less on Ghost romances and more on season-long arcs now that they have the luxury to do it. I saw someone suggest a season long murder mystery since the mansion is already perfect for a Clue homage? Or maybe starting the season with a prophecy that one of the ghosts will be permanently sucked off, only for us to have to guess every episode which one it might be? I LOVE the standalone episodes, but I feel like knowing they have so much time can give the writers room to do a little more now, right?!

1: I've not seen a lot of people who are fixated on the shed ghosts but maybe its a representation thing, even though they *are* fairly minor, and it can still go a long way for people? Or they're just curious about them? I don't know. Your guess is as good as mine, but I do wish on the whole that instead of people just trying to boss writers/showrunners into doing exactly what they want (for whatever reason), people would just let the writers tell their stories and then not watch if the story the writers come up with don't work for them. As a writer myself it sort of makes me grit my teeth when fans feel they can make demands for the show to be a certain way just to suit them.

2. I won't be HEARTBROKEN if/when H-Money is romantic again, but like you say, Power Friends/partners in crime (and for me, benefits optional) is so much more entertaining to watch than having there be a more traditional romantic plotline so I'm savoring Power Friends and their fist bumps for as long as we've got them.

3. I have to say that as much as I love Sam in general (and I do), I too have been relieved she's been on the backburner lately because every time they focus on her, it's cause of some trauma she needs fixed, as I have said a gazillion times, and that's not fun to watch if it's all we get. I want a Sam-focused episode that's like her and Hetty bonding or Sam planning Jay's birthday. (Something along the lines of Sam dealing with that front desk guy he hired when he was upset about his hamster and Hetty's like "This doesn't matter, just go hard on him cause you're the boss!" And she did and was so thrilled afterward.) That was truly a fun Sam scene to watch and I want more from her where she comes from a place of power rather than a place of trauma.

3. The thing about Sam and Jay (vs. the couple in BBC, for example) is that our show has more time to balance out good solid Sam and Jay plots with ghost plots. And while I don't necessarily feel Jay is just in the background cause restaurant (and the ways they've managed to work the ghosts in there have been nice) I do see what you're saying too. I read in an interview that there's gonna be some relationship friction for them coming up. (Maybe they're building to that with Jay spending so much time with the restaurant?) So that will put them front and center more if it's true.

4. I would LOVE a season long (or at least some multi-episode) plots now that the show team knows they have a couple more seasons to plan. Like I loved solving Alberta's murder and that process, so something like Clue (or a two/three parter murder mystery weekend thing) would be so fun! Or have Alberta and Isaac be Bangs and Pony and solve crimes or something. Have a couple of episodes at the Farnsbys and see what can be mined from that...family relationships. Have Thor introduce Bjorn to Hetty...show me the Farnsbys faces when they find out their house is haunted and one of the ghosts is his mother. Working on more family relationships, both within the mansion amongst the ghosts and outside it would be so great for me.

#cbs ghosts #missielynne's awesome anon

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