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wildjuniperjones · 2 years

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Juniper’s Massive World-Building Resource List

(Shamelessly cribbed from a dozen different sources)

1. The Checklists

These are the kinds of things that present you with a list of questions about your world, that you then answer as creatively as you want to. I find myself continually having to go back and add to them, because goodness sometimes I just want to write and not think about stuff that isn’t directly relevant to the plot...until it is. And then suddenly I have to think about the ramifications of that.

CRV’s Worldbuilding Checklists (originally from btot.de) - obviously more fantasy-focused Patricia Wrede’s Worldbuilding Lists - a good balance between fantasy and other genres

2. The Masterlist

This link has nearly everything you can think of. It’s not the be-all-end-all, because nothing is, but it’s damn good.

r/Worldbuilding’s Resources List

3. The Visuals

Yes, there’s the ever-present AI-generated images, things such as Artbreeder or Wombo Dream, but sometimes you need something more concrete. Like maps. Or people.

Also, pay artists to make beautiful things whenever you can. AI art is designed to remove the actual humanity from the creative process, and while it’s fine for face claims or inspiration, I would never ever use it as, say, my book cover.

Alsoalso, learn a little something about graphic design. Please. Color theory. Rule of thirds. I beg of you.

Things I have used for maps:

Inkarnate - Browser-based, but almost entirely fantasy-focused

Wonderdraft - Large-scale mapping for countries/continents/worlds

Dungeondraft - Smaller scale mapping that shines when doing smaller areas, especially interiors (both ‘drafts are from the same creator, and are desktop only) There is not, as of yet, a Towndraft, although the community is ravenous for it!

I highly recommend the art packs from Cartography Assets, although if you’re going to use them in a commercially released work, do be a good human and pay the artists for their work! If you want to do sci-fi or modern maps, this is where to get your assets!

Things I have used for people:

HeroForge - A 3D tabletop miniature creator with a vibrant modder community. The free version lets you create as many figures as you want, but their Pro deal lets you organize them into folders, which I absolutely love. It also lets you save specific colors/materials to use across multiple figures, which saves a lot of time when creating folks with a shared uniform. You can even import people/outfits/poses from other figures! I’m told that facial feature modification, clothing patterns, and kitbashing are coming this year! (I’m a little addicted, as you might’ve noticed.) Best on desktop, but you can get a quick “sketch” done on mobile.

Picrew - A truly massive collection of portrait creators. The Discord associated with it is really helpful, in that you can frequently get links to creators that meet your specific requirements, like ‘must have elf ears and POC skin tones’ or ‘must have heterochromia and vitiligo’. This site got me through the roughest parts of 2020. Great for mobile.

Meiker.io - Similar in scope to Picrew, Meiker has a few treasures, including a lot from the now mostly defunct DollDivine, which relied entirely on Flash. There are a few that I return to again and again, but not many. Best on desktop and very easy to create your own creators.

Neka.cc - A Chinese-based site with a lot of similarities to Picrew, although a lot less diversity, both in skin tones and bodies. Great for mobile.

Storior gets an honorable mention because it has a ton of potential, with a lot more options in some respects, but precious few in others. Best on desktop. Can you tell I really love these things?!

4. The Organizers

It helps to have somewhere to store all this information, right? Preferably in an easily accessed database? Perhaps with links or prompts?

These are the ones I’ve used:

World Anvil - Browser-based, incredibly detailed and complex, even for the free version. I found it to be too complicated to figure out, but maybe it’ll be your cuppa!

Campfire - Browser-based, mostly focused on writers, and has a suite of options that you can opt into or out of. This also wasn’t as useful to me, since there’s nowhere to put an outline!

Kanka.io - Browser-based, and just this perfect sweet spot between bare bones and overloaded. There are specific modules you can enable or disable, like in-universe calendars, dice rollers, character journals, etc. It’s my preferred option for organizing my world-building, outside of things like Google Docs.

I also understand a lot of writers like using Scrivener for their work, but as I have Linux, I don’t have any experience with it.

5. The Rest

So, a lot of world-building comes down to how well you know our world. I love world-building because it means I get to use all my education and interests together to create something that feels realistic to my readers and players. This is a time when ADHD is absolutely useful! Chase those squirrels! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve ended up reading an article on, say, rivers, only to end up with an idea for how leylines function in my world!

So here are my top 5 recommendations for figuring out how our world works:

Sociology! - If you want to know how different cultures interact, why certain customs come about, or just how a population reaches a decision, learn about sociology. It’s probably my favorite subject, and most useful to very culture-focused world-builders.

Geology! - If you want to know how your world fits together, what it’s made of, where things like mineral or gem deposits might be or how they might form... in addition to how rivers, lakes, and “strange” geographical features form, geology’s a great place to start.

History! - Okay, maybe this one is cheating, but I can’t tell you how many times I’ve read about something in history and thought “what if it went this way instead?” BAM, there’s a premise for you. (I have an entire novel idea built around that, told mostly through a writer interviewing a famous figure in this alt-history for their biography. After seeing the popularity of Dracula Daily, I almost want to release it like that...)

Ecology! - Oh man, if you want to figure out the botany and zoology of your world, ecology is a great place to start. It builds very nicely off of geology, and covers such a broad range of topics and how each of these pieces interact with one another - like how hydrology affects meteorology affects climate affects plant distribution affects animal distribution... which of course then affects culture!

I’m going to be sacrilegious in the eyes of some of my fellow world-builders here and NOT put linguistics - not because it’s not useful, just because it’s not a field I know much about. Instead, I’d suggest looking at world myths and religions. Yeah, it’s technically part of sociology, but if you’re developing a world from scratch, the creation stories that the sentient species tell themselves can inform a lot of their culture.

For instance, the world that Starcrossed, Amongst the Goblins & the Fishes, and The Silver Hand are all set in is an alternate Earth where magic never left the land. The creation myths in this world are much more centered around humanoids living in harmony with nature, rather than dominating it. In fact, some of the human societies have a specific taboo against desecrating the earth that is taken to such an extreme that other species, like elves and dwarves, occupy that niche instead, acting as stewards of the forest and mountain because they don’t have that same taboo. Part of these myths explain the existence of ley lines, and why they wither and die out (because of excessive logging, destructive farming/mining, or large-scale slaughter of creatures). Will this ever come up in Starcrossed? I highly doubt it. But it figures into the other two VERY prominently.

Phew! That was quite a tangent. Anyway - did I get any of your favorites? Do you have something you’d like to add? Should I make this all a separate page so it’s easy to access and update it regularly? Tell me things! Ask me things! I am an open book and love talking about world-building! Tell me where you’re stuck and maybe we can figure out a way forward together! (Also hmu on Discord, I am so mediocre at Tumblr.)

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ro-is-struggling · 2 years

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Existential Crisis || Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: After Wong sent you and Stephen to investigate the multiverse you begin to worry about the idea that there are thousands of versions of you. Unluckily for Stephen, he is the one who has to endure your existential crisis.

Warnings: this is kind of a crack fic so humor, Stephen being annoyed by the reader, chaotic and dumb gn!reader (I think I didn’t use any pronouns or anything like that but if I did let me know so I can change that!), a supernatural reference (if you get it you get a virtual cookie)

English is not my first language

Word count: 1700

Notes: I don’t have a lot of time to write because of school and stuff, but the other day I had this stupid weird dream that inspired this fic so I’m sorry if it doesn’t make much sense. Also I think I’m developing a crush on Dr Strange so I may be open to take request for him

"Why are we doing this again?" you asked for the hundredth time, your head emerging from the piles of books on the table in search of Stephen. Your mentor looked at you wearily, letting out a tired sigh as he closed the book he was reading with more force than necessary.

"The multiverse is a concept we know frighteningly little. Wong sent us here to do research so we'll be ready if something bad happens again." He explained to you for the hundredth time, cursing Wong for putting the most annoying apprentice under his supervision. Stephen recognized that you had great potential, but to his bad luck it was buried under layers and layers of clumsiness and hyperactivity that made you an unbearable companion for this kind of task.

"Why can't he do it?" you complained once again, flipping disinterestedly through the ancient book in front of you. "Why do we have to do all the boring tasks?"

"Because he's the sorcerer supreme." Stephen spoke without even looking up at you, choosing to focus his energy on what he was reading and not on the urge he had to use his magic to shut you up for a while. You were getting on his nerves and he didn't know how much more of this he could take. Usually he had no problem with spending long periods of time researching, reading alone in the Sanctum Sanctorum library late into the night. But this time he wasn't alone, and your constant nonsensical comments did nothing but break his concentration.

You let out a grunt in protest, but said nothing more for a while. The graphics on a page of the book you were reading distracted you. It described an intricate magic that even though it had nothing to do with the multiverse caught your attention anyway. You didn't quite understand what it was about and you were sure you wouldn't be able to conjure something like that in a million years, but you read it anyway. It was clear that it was not intended for the eyes of a simple apprentice like you and that only increased your desire to continue reading, feeling like a little kid stealing cookies from a jar when you knew you shouldn't have.

"Am I even authorized to be reading all this stuff?" you finally asked, curious as to why they had let a mere apprentice have access to such information.

"Normally, no," Stephen said without looking up from his book. "I guess Wong wanted to get rid of you for a while. Or torture me. Or both." He added with a mocking tone, a subtle smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You rolled your eyes, knowing he wasn't serious. You had that kind of relationship where you teased him and he pretended to hate you, but you knew deep down that wasn't the case. In fact, you were convinced that Stephen Strange was a big softie on the inside and was just using that bitter, sarcastic personality as a shield. So far, though, you were the only person who supported that theory.

"Aren't you guys afraid of what I could do with all this information?" you insisted, finding that his answer did not satisfy your curiosity. "Like, I could easily steal all this knowledge and turn to the dark side or sell it to bad guys.... I could be your next big threat."

"You?" Stephen spoke with an amused tone, looking up and down at you as if he found your words ridiculous. "Yeah, no. I think we're good."

"What is that supposed to mean?" you asked with annoyance. "You don't think I'm threatening?" You didn't even know why you were getting angry. What Stephen was saying about you wasn't a bad thing. There was nothing wrong with not having a threatening side to you, but for some reason it bothered you. Maybe it was the tone in which he said it. Or maybe your bored brain was looking for anything to distract itself. Probably both.

"You're too kind and clueless to be a threat," Stephen replied to you, finally looking up from his book to face you. "To sell information you first have to successfully steal it and you can't hide anything from me."

"Yeah, maybe… But what if there's an evil version of me out there in the multiverse that kidnaps me in order to take my place and steal from you, huh?"

"I'll say that if they can travel through the multiverse without America then there's probably not much they can take from us."

"No but seriously what if evil versions of us kidnap us to take our place? We should have a code word that only we know so we can be sure it's us and not one of them."

This time it was Stephen who rolled his eyes, letting out a tired sigh as he gathered his patience to deal with you. You looked at him with big eyes full of pride in yourself for having thought of that potential danger. Stephen admitted that there might be a possibility of something like this happening—after all, there was a lot they didn't know about the multiverse—, but he didn't think it was an imminent danger. Besides, he wasn't willing to acknowledge that you might be right about something after the time you'd spent bothering him, so he ignored your concerns for the time being.

"What about ‘Y/N please shut up and keep reading’?" teased Stephen, but you didn't care.

"No, it has to be something organic, something that'll flow naturally in a conversation so as to not cause any suspicions."

"Y/N stop that?"

"No, you say that way to often I would never know what you mean. C'mon Stephen, take this seriously!" you complained at his lack of creativity, the sarcasm in his voice going over your head.

Stephen enjoyed the moment of silence that formed while you thought, amused at the way you mumbled under your breath, scratching your brain for a word you could use as code. You were taking this thing too seriously, but he let you continue because at least you weren't bothering him. He preferred your brain to entertain itself imagining hypothetical scenarios and not at his expense.

However, he was starting to get bored too. He had spent hours locked in the library and was no closer to understanding the multiverse than when he started. He was tired and looking at the pile of books he had yet to read it was clear that he would not get out of there any time soon without your help. As much as he valued peace and quiet, he valued his sleep more so he decided to pull you out of the little trance you had been in for the last 20 minutes to ask for your help.

"C'mon Y/N this is stupid."

"You also say that a lot" you complained again at his lack of creativity. At this point you were sure he was just repeating phrases he said to you on a daily basis. "God, it's like you're not even trying!"

"I mean this is stupid and you should get back to work" Stephen explained more clearly. "We're never going to get out of here if you-" he tried to put you back to work, but was interrupted by your shout of joy.

"I got it!" you exclaimed with a smile of triumph. "Poughkeepsie!" you revealed with pride in your creativity, certain it was the perfect code.

Stephen looked at you with a dead stare, his eyes fixed on you as if you were a camera and he was Jim Halpert on The Office, waiting for you to realize how ridiculous your words sounded. But the seconds ticked by and your smile of triumph didn't wipe off your face.

"Poughkeepsie?" he repeated, trying to awaken some sense in you. It was the most absurd word you could have come up with and he couldn't think of a single context in which it would come up naturally in conversation in case he suspected something was wrong with you. There was no way you were serious.

"Yeah! Isn't it perfect?"

"Y/N..." Stephen was going to tell you what he really thought, but then he realized that if he did, you'd be distracted by another code word and he'd never get out of there. So he swallowed his opinions and gave you a fake smile. "Yes, it's great But you know what would be even greater? Finish the research Wong asked us to do."

"Oh I finished reading my pile of books like half an hour ago" you explained with an innocent smile and Stephen looked at you in disbelief.

"And...?" he insisted when he saw that you didn't say anything. "Did you find anything?"

"No" you denied with certainty. "Well, there was this old book that made a reference to a secret diary that supposedly belonged to some weird wizard that dedicated his life to investigate the multiverse, but it sounded like a made up legend so I didn't bring it up. Do you think it's useful?"

The way you asked that question as if they weren't desperate for any kind of information that would allow them to understand the logic of the multiverse a little more made Stephen want to bang his head against the table repeatedly until he lost consciousness. Sometimes he couldn't believe that someone with so much talent and such a bright future in the mystic arts was so clueless and clumsy. He swore it was harder to teach you to have a minimal amount of common sense than it was to teach you magic. Even though you barely listened to him on both fronts, you seemed to have a natural gift for magic. But thinking critically and paying attention to the important things, that was a whole separate issue.

"Where did you read about this secret diary?" Stephen asked, letting out a long sigh of frustration.

"Oh in like the first book that I opened."

Stephen looked at you with tired eyes, taking a moment to imagine all the ways he could make you pay for wasting his time before answering you. Taking a long breath to calm his nerves, he said, "Next time you're letting me decide what's important and what isn't."

#stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #stephen strange imagine #stephen strange x gn!reader #doctor strange x gn!reader #doctor strange imagine #doctor strange fanfiction #stephen strange fanfiction #stephen strange x fem reader #stephen strange x female reader #doctor strange x fem reader #crack fic

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hermitroom · 1 year

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easy to miss content in coe, a non-exhaustive list

(this just applies to base game, i’ll update this if i discover more)

chapters 1-3 have no text you can really miss, so just examine everything and you should be fine.

chapter 4 has a lot of missable stuff. i think we all know about the kanou flag & how to get it, but...kanou also has unique dialogue if you talk to him with the guy in the nap room, in one of the bathrooms, and with the guy you see dying when you first enter chapter 4.

the woman who asks you to find her friends is also easily missable.

there’s also...the text when you go insane. most of it isn’t too notable but certain ones around areas where there are a lot of books can be interesting: if you go insane in the room with all the books (the one with pochi’s growth diary) you’ll find out the text on the books spells ‘why did you kill your mother and younger brother reiji’. syllable by syllable. yes it is an extreme pain in the ass to get.

there’s also a couple other things scattered around tied to the books & reading them while insane but not as much as in other chapters

not much in chapter 5 other than kanou flag dialogue.

chapter 6 has a lot of stuff. atou’s phone has a tracker on it and you can choose to take it off or keep it on (this will be talked about later).

there’s also a book in this chapter that only appears on a playthrough after you’ve cleared s+ and only appears once, meaning you can only read it once and it will disappear. i posted the translated text but if you’re playing through the game and want to access it send me a dm and i’ll toss you a save file so you don’t have to go through all of chapter 6.

there’s some interesting dialogue while insane (you can examine the books in the guestrooms) but by and large it feels like there’s a bit less than chapter 6.

chapter 7: ...the ‘insane’ dialogue when examining things in this chapter has more complete sentences. there’s a lot of ‘you killed everyone’, ‘headless rat’, etc.

notably, in the people of akasha room you’ll see dialogue like ‘seodore, you should’ve been an angel, so why did you betray us’

examining ‘a note about the grapevine’ from sanemitsu while insane gets ‘you traitor’

the tokairirichi puzzle, examined while insane, will say ‘stella’

and, of course, the note in the room where you find kazue’s final CD that says ‘this is not the start of a nightmare but the end of a peaceful dream’ can also be examined in vision shift to get the only instance of blue text in the base game itself (i previously said ‘while insane’. this was my misread i apologize)

in chapter 8: (i think this is chapter 8 but it might be chapter 7)...when you’re walking around with isoi in the main building he will have unique dialogue for a lot of the rooms, unlike kanou: he comments on enomoto if you go into her room, he comments on harada & utsugi if you go into the library, he talks about jabuchi in his room...etc. he also has unique dialogue depending on whether you took the tracker off the phone or not (if you go back to the room where you first found the phone)

i tried to include everything i remembered but i’m sure this isn’t all of it, let me know or feel free to add on if there’s anything you know about i didn’t put here

#cell of empireo #infopost

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ginevralinton · 9 months

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@its-a-hare-pom-pom thank you for the tag!!

Favourite colour and why? blue - it reminds me of the sea, it feels calm and sad but happy too. I like the sound of the word. I also love pink, because it's a happy and bright.

Five comfort movies: i don't really watch movies...

Favourite season and why? winter! i like when it's cold and you can wrap up in blankets; i like those really cold mornings and cold nights and the frost and ice; less people are out when you go to parks/outdoor places; there are several things that can't happen in winter and those things give me anxiety; i have work and while it's stressful, it's not intense like other parts of the year

Favourite book(s): Villette by Charlotte Bronte, Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte are my top three

favourite aesthetic(s)and why? I think 'cottagecore' is pretty cute, or like, space aesthetics or 'arty' ones - oh, and like, horribly gaudy rainbow ones. Idk all the proper names but those ones just appeal to me

Favourite genre and why? It depends on what it is, but I'll talk about books because TV tastes are just - random. With books, I like 'literary' fiction, classics, historical fiction and short stories too? I guess I like the analyse stuff when I read, to look at the layers and structures, and I find those genres lean more easily towards that.

Favourite clothes style: honestly shifts between girly dresses and fluffy coats to dungarees, oversized shirts and DMs

Favourite music genres: most of my favourite artists fit under the 'indie' category somewhere

Favourite artists: Florence and the Machine, The Killers, The Wombats, King Princess

Favourite song(s): King by Florence and the Machine and Battle Born by The Killers

Favourite fandoms: BBC Ghosts ❤

Hobbies: writing, drawing, reading, walking

Care language you give: acts of service, I guess? or being a willing listener? idk

Care language you like to receive: willing listeners?

Are you an introvert/extrovert/ambivert: introvert

Morning or night person? i'm less anxious in the morning but i'm also awake most of the night so...

City, country or suburbs and why? suburbs. basically, i like where i live, the balance between having green space but also having easy access to towns/shops/cities

Favourite time of day and why? between 8:30 and 9:30pm, because day anxiety is over and night anxiety hasn't fully begun

Do you have any religious beliefs(don’t have to answer if not comfortable)? not really

What does your ideal family look like to you? me, a gf and many many guinea pigs? maybe a daschund (if i get over the fear of dogs)? and friends too? (and ofc some of my actual family now)

Dream future: no idea, can't see a thing

Dream place to visit: I'd love to go to Geneva, Brussels or Iceland, but realistically, I'd just like to go back to Haworth or Lulworth (or, lbr, the Isle of Wight)

Favourite type of nature: I like flowers, the sea and cliff tops

Favourite habitat (eg jungle, desert, tundra etc): the ocean and forests

How would you describe yourself in 4 words: awkward, anxious, serious, creative?

If you could be another thing on earth what would it be: something inanimate, like a rock

Favourite type of weather: sunny but cool (or snow, but i feel bad for saying that 😁)

If you could travel anywhere right now where would it be: Haworth

Do you have any fears (serious or otherwise): everything? dogs, house fires, burglary, the future, people in those mascot costumes, social interactions etc.

Dream job: who knows

Would you be a pirate/vampire/cowboy/astronaut/werewolf/wizard/witch/knight/cryptid and why? cowboy, i guess. i like the hats

I'll tag @sonnet-of-anarchy @thelastplantagenet @thatgordongirl @breitzbachbea @athelstan-anglecyning if you want to do it

#tag

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valerie · 10 months

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TWITL - week 31 - back at it

First week of school is in the books! Must say, I thought a lot during the week, "This time last year, we were in Jamaica." I don't think I need to go back there but I did have a good time and I'm glad we went. It was nice being somewhere new and not having too much to do while we were there. https://flic.kr/p/2nBrobW last year in Jamaica TV Star Trek: Strange New Worlds - "Subspace Rhapsody" - A musical episode of Star Trek? Heck yeah, bring it on! LOVED this episode. Loved the episode so much that I bought the soundtrack. And as I write, I'm listening to it. I love how the musical was definitely anchored by the action of the episode and the songs were personal to the characters... I have enjoyed this show on the whole this season. It is so well done. Every episode is so different and yet so Star Trek. https://flic.kr/p/2oTxqNX SOCIAL MEDIA Bluesky (@kiari.com)- FINALLY got my invite for yet another social media network. I set myself up on it yesterday and even figured out how to use my domain as my profile name. Neat! I'm not following many people at the moment but I'm already finding it rather dull. I wondered if they catered to much to the more popular people like celebrity types, not realizing that it's normal users like me who drive the action on social media. Or maybe I say that because I was impatient for it and now it's just meh. Maybe it'll be better when more people I know are on it... Threads (@kiari) - The moment Threads is accessible via the web, I'm going to be posting there A LOT. I hope they don't wait too long. It's the one of the new SM networks that has brought me more joy than any of the others. I very much like how it wasn't "invite only" and allowed people to join all at once. I'm giving them time to get their bearings and I hope that the next thing they figure out is web access because I've realized that I like to read and post via a browser more often than not... Spoutible (@valerie) - Spoutible has been growing at a steady place and has been stable most days than not. It's a different crowd there and I still think they're just so serious there. This is the network I tell myself, "Be the change you want to see," so I try to keep my own posts light and random and not so serious. I think I need to find more lighthearted accounts there or something... https://flic.kr/p/2oUaD6g Jollibee finally opened here in Brentwood and we went through the drive-thru yesterday (Saturday). The ordering went by rather easily enough but we had to wait awhile for our food. When we got it all home and got down to eating, it was all still hot. The adobo rice was the one new thing I had (besides the pie) and it has a good taste. We got the 10 piece bucket of chicken, adobo rice, steamed rice, mashed potatoes and gravy, and pies. I liked it all! I look forward to trying their spaghetti at some point and maybe even the spicy chicken... https://flic.kr/p/2oTeLC3 WRITING Yes, He Dreams of Her - I have a story in my head but so far the characters don't have any names. For now it's scenes here and there but not enough background. I don't know what they do for a living yet. I don't know how they met. I don't know why they like each other. I don't know what they like to do. So many things I don't now but I'm letting the characters do their slow reveal. At this rate, they'll be my National Novel Writing Month characters. They should have names by November, right?... RANDOM STUFF https://flic.kr/p/2oU5vfq Got an email today (Sunday) that says my package from Samsung arrives tomorrow. Wait, what? The only thing I'm expecting from Samsung is supposed to deliver on Friday. Is it delivering early? Or will UPS correct themselves and hold it until Friday? I'm excited either way. And I just ordered a case, so fun times!... https://flic.kr/p/2oSMmN8 I am still very much digging my MacBook Air. I should do more screenshots of my fellas, like Miguel Ángel Silvestre (above). I still have two more episodes of 30 Coins to screenshot. Then I can move along to The Witcher (once I've watched season three) and Shadow and Bone. Oh, and maybe a show called Nova Vita. For reasons. https://flic.kr/p/2oRBRVn Ben Barnes in Shadow and Bone Here's to a calmer week with everyone settling into the school year... Read the full article

#benbarnes #MAS #miguelangelsilvestre #techfreakchick #tv

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wordsunbound · 2 years

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"It turns out humans have notoriously terrible memories— and sometimes we even make our memories up."

If you're looking for a happy story all around book, I'd turn around. This book is heart breaking and makes you hold your loved ones close.I want to thank Robin for allowing me early access to this masterpiece of a book before I dive into my review. I have been looking forward to getting my hands on this after I read Robin's book, 'A List of Cages.' I read 'A List of Cages' all in one sitting and could not believe how gritty she gets with her writing. It's captivating and makes you want to keep going because you are so concerned about the safety of the protagonist.

I apologize if my review is all over the place.

Starting off you're introduced to Sayers Wayte, a sixteen year old boy who is living the dream! He has money, a gorgeous girlfriend, and is very well liked amongst the school. However, it's all taken away after he crosses paths with a man that claims he's doing Sayers a favor, that he is saving Sayers from his true kidnappers. His family.

Sayers believes it's all a joke at first and he can bribe his kidnapper with money. But the kidnapper utters three words that send chills down anyone spine:"

I want you."

Sayers is now fighting to maintain his sanity while he is locked up in a room without windows. Can he survive until he is rescued?

So I'm definitely giving this book a 5 out of 5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

At first I did not know how I truly felt about Sayers friends, especially Garrett. He seems to be able to influence Saye quite a lot in the book, and at one point Sayes girlfriend, Bria, calls him out on that. Saying he is a sheep and always following Garrett around. I agree. Sometimes people are easily influenced by others because they've never learned to be themselves due to fear of being judged by their peers.

Garrett quite often picks on Evan while Sayers just allows it to happen, even eggs it on at times despite Say feeling bad. I don't want to spoil anything for anyone else on the issues with Garrett and Evan

Dark Room Etiquette is gritty and reminds you about sick people can be. How easily the human brain can be manipulated with just a few words of remember when...

My favorite character overall is Penny. Despite the stuff she goes through, I can't help but love her.

This book made me remember that karma is a bitch, excuse the language haha. Always treat people with kindness because you don't know what kind of hell they're going through. Especially when the universe decides that you are going to run into that same person in the future.

Friends don't get off on hurting other people that are weaker than them. Friends get off on seeing you stand up for what's right and being there when you can't stand on your own.

#Review #Thank you Robin roe #Early Access #Dark room etiquette #Sayers Wayte #Dark #Stockholm syndrome

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m-ziliak · 2 years

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I just got back into creature feature after several several years, and like the fandom is mostly dead (no pun intended) and like all I could find was social media accounts that haven’t been updated in years and it made me so sad. But then I rediscovered your account & like I’m so happy you’re still doing art especially creature feature art. I remember being like 10 years old and losing my mind over your comics & wanting to buy them so bad but my parents said no lol. Anyway I’m too shy to not be on anon but I just love your work & I hope you’re doing well 💕

Aww! Yeah, I don't do a lot of Creature Feature stuff anymore. Right now I'm dead set on finishing the latest chapter of that Batman comic I'm working on. I still do the Valentine's cards every year, though.

I still feel bad for not finishing the fourth comic in that series, the laptop it was on melted (it overheated so bad the graphics card fused to the motherboard) and I lost about 10% of the comic that I can't get back easily. The programs I used for scanning the pages and editing them were lost for good, so it sits on my current desktop laughing at me.

If I do manage to finish it, I still have the scripts for the other comics. Thumbnails are half done for the fifth book. And I've given up on any dreams of having an art career. (I also don't know if I have access to the website I used to sell comics on...) Maybe I should just do what I'm doing with Riddled and post them all on here for free...

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welcometohighwater · 10 months

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gonna go ahead and do the readmore for long posts on this one boys (this ain't for you, but it's cool if you read)

spending a lot of time lately (y'know, doing job search) thinking about how fucked up it is to go to school and try to figure out what you should be doing with your life. because the way that american high schools are set up, they don't leave you much room for exploration in that field if you're one of the ""smart kids"" (good at academic subjects). that just gets you in trouble, because that's how come you go to college and major in english or literature or classics or whatever (and maybe this isn't true for kids who are both good at and interested in the math and science fields as presented in general high school subject courses. but maybe it is. i wouldn't know)

i was always good at english and literature stuff. especially i was good at understanding the hows of how it worked: the mechanics, and the ways that the mechanics could be used to create meaning. and i fucking loved reading. i loved stories. as one of those terminally lonely kids, books were an escape, yada yada.

so i did english good in high school and i did literature good in high school and i did english major in college as a result. and then what the fuck was i going to do with my life.

friends starting in middle school saw me reading all the time and said "be a librarian." okay, well. that's what i tried. library work didn't go so great the first time around (LOVED what i did in high school and undergrad--page, aka the library grunt work--and then i got a bigger library job and some of it was good but a lot of it wasn't). and then basically my mind and body shut down on me (thanks bipolar, thanks thyroid!). but i still picked away at the library thing, aka did the fucking masters in it. so that's great. now i'm in a big ol' pile of debt and it turns out i really don't enjoy it at all very much. i enjoy books, and i enjoy the philosophies behind it (accessible information for all), and i enjoy the grunt work of it immensely (shelving, inventory? sign me the fuck up. and weeding???? that's a dream right there, don't ask why, it just is). but a lot of the other library stuff i am extremely bad at and do not enjoy. for one thing, a lot of library stuff is engaging with your Big Readers, and frankly i'm not so into that scene. i still fucking love to read, but i'm not so good at it, and definitely not in the way you're supposed to be good at it for library. i'm a very slow reader. i'm a thoughtful reader, and i enjoy thinking as i read, lingering over passages, thinking about how the words work. i'm an easily distracted reader. i'm a chronic rereader, to the point where it's detrimental probably (currently the books i'm reading that i'm actively pursuing are all rereads of MULTIPLE previous readings). i'm a mood reader. i have frequent slumps. and i have only the slightest passing curiosity about the Big Books of the day, the bestsellers and the books the booktok folks like. i am a massive fan of the weird, the obscure, the old book you've never heard of but i stumbled over in the free bin outside the secondhand book place. that's not what people want from their librarian, they want you to do book clubs on the bad predictable thrillers that are currently en vogue or whatever

and so i'm out here, lost

because i've found other things i do enjoy doing, but i don't even know how to get into them, things that are actually in demand(?) but that i don't have any training for or real experience with. and i've sent out a few small applications, but between gaps in work history and the fucking master's degree, i am Not A Good Candidate for frankly any job, being both overqualified and way underemployed

and i just wonder sometimes, if i (Certified Smart Kid TM) had had different opportunities in high school, the chance to try different things that didn't require just thoughtfulness but also skill, the chance to learn those skills, practice them, do something practical i could put to use--could i be better now?

#ignore #just thinking outloud on paper (online)

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lindsaywesker · 1 year

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Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to Throwback Thursday!

On this page, ‘Throwback Thursday’ is about memories. So, what do you remember? If I was to say the word ALCOHOL, what immediately comes to mind?

For me, the first thing that comes to mind is the last time I got really, really drunk. I’m talking about sitting on the toilet floor with my head in the bowl! I must have been about 14? Me and my mate Lewis had decided to drink Special Brew! Why? I do not know. Oh, yes, it got us drunk but, suddenly, my head was spinning and my guts did not feel good! As you sit on a toilet floor, sporadically spewing-up, you suddenly become very philosophical. Right there and then, I vowed, never again! I know my limitations. I’ll quite happily drink a cold pint of something light like Asahi, Efes or Peroni but I steer well clear of the really strong beers. If I do spirits, yes, I’ll do a double but always with a lot of ice and a mixer. I do not need Dutch courage! I’ve got all the bloody courage I need! Strangely, at The Ibiza Soul Festival, I drank brandy and chocolate milk all day every day for seven days but I never got drunk!

On this Throwback Thursday, what kind of memories does the word ALCOHOL conjure up for you?

Yesterday, in class, we were talking about innovation and all the technological advances that have actually changed the way we live in the last 20-30 years: the internet, broadband, DAWs (digital audio workstations), social media, streaming etc. And then I asked, “What has been lost along the way?” The list on my slides contained record companies, record shops, vinyl pressing plants, recording studios, newspapers, magazines etc. But one of my students said, “Hardship.” He’s only a young man, so his word really surprised me but I replied, “Yes, you are absolutely right!”

When I was growing up, I had to save my pocket money to buy singles or albums at Les Aldrich in Muswell Hill or Harum Records in Crouch End, save up my pocket money to see my favourite bands at The Rainbow in Finsbury Park, there were two radio stations worth listening to (Radio One + Radio Luxembourg), there was just two TV channels (BBC + ITV), I slept in a sleeping bag outside Earl’s Court in order to queue for Led Zeppelin tickets.

I had no real dreams of being pop star but, if I wanted to record my music, I had to save hard to book time in a recording studio. What my young student was basically saying is that young people don’t really appreciate or value music but it’s so easily accessible. Nobody ever suffers any hardship; it’s all there at the click of a button. He was basically saying that music is so easily accessible, it has lost its value. If I wanted a track on an album, and it wasn’t being released as a single, I would buy the album. Ten quid for one song! These days, kids pay £10 a month for their Spotify subscription and have access to 158 million tracks.

Apologies if you didn’t see yesterday’s status. It got posted, as usual. It contained a few controversial subjects and a few controversial words, so I think it got bumped down the rotation. The stuff I write can be found in any newspaper or any news website. It’s not really controversial, it’s just life!

Have a throbbing and thrusting Thursday (with hopefully a few thrills through your thoroughfare?) I love you all.

#mixcloud #mi soul #dj #music #new blog #lockdown #coronavirus #books #weekend #democracy #brexit #cronyism #election #radio

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alexisthomason · 2 years

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Long post.

WHAT I‘VE LEARNED FROM LIVING IN THE BURBS SO FAR

Well, hmm. Let’s see.

Since moving from Brooklyn in 2017, I really thought that finding the *right* burb (a liberal, walking town with fancy coffee and access to trains and vinyl records) would be like living in some utopian dream where like-minded folks all happened upon real estate with yards, places to plug in amplifiers, and more room for the aforementioned vinyl. (If you’re dying laughing already, just remember I didn’t grow up in America. I grew up in NYC.)

Instead, what I’ve found is government inefficiency, an Old Boys Club mentality, a laissez faire attitude, and an arts culture that is still entrenched in the 1990’s.

And I’ve already made enemies.

Apparently, if you get involved like you’re “supposed to” but say something somebody doesn’t like, you are then cast off. In a relatively small town, this is palpable.

To be clear, we are talking about a place full of weirdo Democrats, presumably just like me! And yet I haven’t felt so out of place since, well I don’t know when. I’ve never lived in a place where strangers were a weird thing. I didn’t go to school here or cut my teeth on guitar here, and I frankly feel less than welcome.

Thankfully, I’ve found (a couple) weirdos who are weird in some of the ways I am. They thrive on diversity. They easily incorporate new best practices. They are funky and cool and they are also NOT in the Old Boys Club.

I’m sorry to have to get this burden out here, but after two years of relative COVID kibosh loneliness, I really need to say all this to move on with even being here.

I know I’m hella privileged to have a yard, a home studio, and a place to listen to the records. Why complain? Well, for all the good stuff that’s here (the farmer’s market I went to bat for, the clubs I’ve gotten gigs at, the huge parks that roll right into the countryside) there’s really a lot to fix. I came here for community and found that not all are brought into the fold.

I guess I’m saying all this now because, in order for me to find that store of energy I use to go and try to fix things, I need to drain all the way down and recharge first, because the loneliness really has been draining.

Life isn’t hunky dory for anyone in the good ole USA right now. Sure, we all have relative privilege even being here, (albeit some quite a bit more than others), but it’s still quite a scary place, isn’t it? But in New York I was just always trying to pay the rent. Now, I’m trying to keep my curiosity and hope alive and well in a place where change happens far more slowly than I am used to.

I know this is a long form of vague booking. I’m not interested in calling out anyone in a smallish town. It’s much more than just one person who feeds the oroboros here. Certainly, it is a culture that extends across this country, although on a spectrum. But even in this “liberal enclave” burb, I fear that too many think all is fine and well, when it really isn’t.

I guess I just hope that this post will wend its way into some psyche. There are a lot of young people here who are also not part of the Old Boys Club. They are a diverse crowd and we should make a little room for them. We should make a little room for more new ideas.

Sure, I’m glad of the town recycling bins and the solar capture park. The ability to properly separate all your garbage has historically been tough in a city like NYC. Here, in the burbs, there are ways where there is a will. I just hope this town I’ve chosen for my home remembers there’s a time for “this vs that” but it isn’t when dealing with actual people.

#LivingInAmerica #CovidKibosh #the burbs

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willsimpforanyone · 3 years

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Hello I recently started following you, love your writing. could you please write an imagine where loki feels scared and insecure to loose you, maybe one night he woke up after a horrible nightmare where you left him, and when he woke up you werent laying next to him. And he didn't see your stuff around, he truly got scared, but in the end you were just downstairs or something. Please and thank you

i'm so glad you like my writing, tysm for following!

(gender neutral reader, they/them pronouns used)

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The covers were thrown off, the room was dark and Loki was bolt upright. He was panting heavily, pupils blown wide with panic.

It wasn't real, it wasn't real, it was a nightmare, it wasn't real- was it?

Where were they?

He reached across the covers to find the bed empty, material cool under his fingertips. Loki felt his breathing get shallower, it was difficult to drag air into his lungs. Hands shaking, he reached over and turned on the lamp by the bed, blinking in the sudden brightness.

The back of the desk chair was empty, no spare sweater in sight. Panning over to the corner by the door, their bag wasn't thrown by it in the usual haphazard manner. Loki's hands fisted as he realised he couldn't see any of their little knicknacks, none of their books, no shoes or jewellery.

They'd gone. They'd left him. They hated him, oh fuck his nightmare was true they didn't love him they'd run away from him he was awful to drive them away and now they were gone and never coming back and-

There was a noise from the kitchen.

Loki, adrenaline already through the roof, suddenly had daggers in his hands, and was across the room. SIlently opening the door, he shifted down the corridor, through the living room and pressed his back to the wall just outside the kitchen.

He held his breath, and peaked round the corner.

Daggers dropped to the floor and Loki gathered up his partner in his arms.

They hadn't left. They were here. Oh god they were here and they were real and they were warm and solid and hugging him back and he was crying, tears streaking down his sleep-stained face.

He felt hands on his face and they were looking at him, concern flooding their eyes. "Loki? What's wrong, what happened?"

He sniffed, hands clutching their shirt and keeping them close. "My apologies for startling you, my love."

They raised an eyebrow, using their thumb to wipe away a tear from his cheek. "That didn't answer my question, baby." Loki averted his eyes, and briefly wished they weren't so good at reading him.

"I...I merely had a negative sleep experience, that's all."

"...you mean you had a nightmare?"

Loki sighed, ducking his head to hide in their neck. His voice was muffled. "Yes, I suppose I had a nightmare." He took a shaky breath. "You had left, I couldn't find you and you didn't... you didn't want to see me ever again..."

The hand combing through his black curls was soothing and slowly, Loki relaxed. He yawned, tired from the adrenaline spike. "And then I woke up and... and you weren't in bed, your stuff wasn't anywhere and I though you'd left for real..."

His voice had gotten quieter, and the small, self-hate-y part of his brain was screaming that he was showing weakness, he was pathetic for allowing someone access to something that would destroy him. He allowed his head to be lifted from their neck, and held in their hands.

"Loki, I'm not going anywhere. Your nightmare was just a dream, it's not reality, it's not even an illusion of reality, I'm right here." They smiled at him and he couldn't help his own lips twitching up into a small smile. "I got up to start making breakfast."

Loki frowned. "It's still dark outside."

They made a noise in their throat that might have been a laugh. "We have to get up early."

The frown didn't leave. "Darling, why do we have to leave early?"

This time the laugh was more obvious, and Loki feigned hurt at the noise, a hand dramatically placed over his chest.

They covered their mouth to stifle their mirth, and took a breath before explaining. "Loki... we're literally moving house today."

"..."

"You forgot, didn't you?"

Loki's jaw was dropped, his sleepy mind slowly clearing the fog of the nightmare away. Of course. Of course the two of them were moving, that's why there were no knicknacks, no shoes, no bag.

His face split into a grin, pulling his partner closer. "The fact may, I will admit, have slipped my dream-addled mind, but now I get the pleasure of remembering that we are moving into a place of our own."

They grinned, arms circling his waist. "You aren't getting rid of me that easily."

Loki's smile softened, pressing a kiss into their hair.

"I wouldn't want it any other way."

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i really hope you enjoyed, i love writing for loki

thank you for requesting!!

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mercurytrinemoon · 3 years

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On houses, house rulerships & how ya'll should stop associating them with signs + a rant on the meaning of the 8th house

This is one of those moments where I'm going to say (read: rant, so heads up, I may sound pretentious) that modern times keep distorting astrology. I’m talking about associating houses with signs/planets (aka the “12 letter alphabet”, briefly mentioned by William Lilly in the 17th century but ultimately it became a product of modern astrologers: first attempted by Alan Leo and decades later popularized and named by Zip Dobyns). Can we just... use a neuralyzer and make people forget that method? It's ingrained in people's minds because, seemingly, it's easier to learn that way - search astro basics in google and you'll see things like "9th house=Sagittarius=Jupiter". This compressed version of astrology seems more accessible and easily digestible for a casual reader and not many newbies try to even question that approach. But there's a reason reputable astrologers these days are trying to erase it from everyone's minds. Signs are traits, planets are vessels, houses are areas of life. Houses are a completely different thing + every person has their own chart with their own house rulers. You can't say Mars is the “natural” ruler of the 1st... well unless, of course, you're an Aries rising, then yeah, your 1st is ruled by Mars, 2nd by Venus and so on.

Sure, some houses share accidental similarities with planets that have been assigned to them by modern *cough*lazy*cought* approach. Example, the 3rd rules communication... oh and so does Mercury. But then again, Mercury has nothing to do with health, injuries, work - all things 6th house. 7th is relationships and 2nd is money & values... and it so happens that Venus shows our attitude towards these things. I would sometimes find myself loosely refer houses to planets, like “oh the 3rd mercurial house” just because SOME of them do fit with the characteristics... and because it's a language that is well-understood (I won't do that anymore). BUT even when I started learning astrology, I had a red light go on in my head when people would straight up go "Moon in Virgo or Moon in the 6th". It never made sense to me. These are completely different things. And I've seen some awesome astrologers who would state things like "oh Aquarius Sun is basically the same as Sun in the 11th", like nah, dude. Because why? Aquarius is the friendly type and the 11th rules friends? Because Aquarius is the big innovator and 11th stands for hopes and dreams? But Aquarius is also a rebel who's stiff in their beliefs. Aquarius is a weirdo, is the 11th house the house of weirdos? No. Aquarius likes to be independent and usually has issues with feeling of not belonging anywhere, while 11th rules communities. THAT'S CONTRADICTORY. Because they're not the same.

Want more examples? Having Venus in Aries is completely different than Venus in the 1st. What do people usually say about Venus in the 1st? That it makes the native charming, lovely, well-put together, with great manners, maybe beautiful, graceful, maybe a bit shallow. When in Aries? None of these characteristics fit, on top of that, it's in its detriment. Our poor gal Venus is uncomfortable and confused in Aries. She's like, "conquer? Swords? Selfishness? Obnoxiousness? Sparring? You're telling me to fight people? What am I doing here???"

I think it most shows in the 8th house, which... *deep breath* has gone through so much (ironically since it rules transformation), like, there's a lot to unpack here. "tHe sCorPioNic HoUse": tell me in what way does Scorpio have to do with inheritance, death, taxes, other people's stuff? These are the og topics associated with the 8th house. And by the way, it doesn't have to be a material inheritance, because I saw people being confused by that. You can have your 10th house ruler in the 8th so maybe you'll inherit that job as a chairman in your father's corporation, along with its renowned name. Or your 6th house ruler is in the 8th so you'll inherit a genetic health condition from your parent.

Now, modern astrology, as per usual, tried to turn it into something positive (and psychological because apparently according to modern notion, astrology can’t predict anything so it’s only psychological *eye roll*) and put its rose-colored glasses on it so they'll say things like: transformation or taboo topics - like okay, makes sense, it's an intense house after all. Like a near-death experience or a metaphorical death will be transformative and maybe hard to talk about. And Scorpios do have the tendency to go through drastic situations in their lives and to dig deep & not being afraid to uncover secrets and all that's unknown and scary for others. There you have it, some convergence. But still, Scorpio and the 8th house are two different things.

Then there's the topic of the 8th house and sex. Actually, side note, a quick history bit, the 2nd century astrologer, Vettius Valens saw sex in the 7th house - because that was the thing that happened after marriage - it represented two people coming together. In medieval times it then moved to 5th house of kids - because children-making requires intercourse, duh. Listen, I get that the 8th, as the follow-up to the 7th, is seen as joined resources; and joined everything, including bodies... or bodily fluids... (tmi?) after you get married or whatever. I don't think that makes sense in the modern times. I mean, go ahead if you want to associate the 8th with sex but after some time of studying astrology, I see it almost exclusively in the 5th as it's the house of pleasures. Simply. Besides, technically you can get yourself off and don’t need anyone else to assist you. My issue, again, comes from the root of the association with the 8th. Modern astrologers started linking 8th with Pluto and Scorpio in medical astrology rules reproductive system and so Scorpio is seen as the fReAky sEx dEMon blAh blaH (honestly, try asking Scorpios about their intimate life and they'll run for the hills abashed). So it turned out that 8th house is the "plutonian one" (I had a moment today wondering if it's plutonian or plutonic and idk anymore) so therefore it must rule sex. Well that logic doesn't make sense because everyone knows that the first and most important planet in the matters of sex is Mars but none of ya'll go and say "1st house is the house of sex because it's ruled by Aries". So no, houses are not the same as signs/planets.

12th house has a similar issue. This one has literally nothing to do with Pisces. Like, I feel bad for Pisces honestly, you guys don’t deserve being dumped into the 12th. It's a rather gloomy house and the most positive thing you could come up with it is being the house of imagination and intuition - because it rules the subconscious and partially your mind. And Pisces is usually characterized by those two. Or you could say that they're both kinda foggy in nature - 12th is the unattainable. But that is literally the closest you can get with them correlating. Other than that, 12th is hidden enemies, succlusion, illness (but mental or chronic, it's a bit different than 6th). There's nothing piscean about it really.

But I get it, open most of the astrology books and you'll see chapters called that way. Why? Because it's easier to publish something that's shorter aka simpler for the reader (actually that was one of Dobyns' reasoning behind spreading that approach). That’s why I said it’s lazy. And someone would argue that it’s easier to learn this way - because the information is compressed into 12 sections (signs) instead of 24 (signs+houses) or even more if you include delineations of every house ruled by each sign. Like, “well if I memorize the meaning of Cancer and Moon then automatically I’ll also memorize the 4th house”. But in fact, it’s so limiting in the long run and then forces you to unlearn what you have learnt, which is actually harder than taking the time and grasping the proper meaning right away. And again, with time it warps the meaning of everything.

Saying house=sign completely discredits the purpose of even having houses. And then on top of that it leads to people not understanding their own charts because they don't know the core meanings of the houses and instead look at them through the lens of signs. "I have planets in Gemini but I'm not that talkative and extroverted". Well okay, where are those planets? Are they in the 7th? Then maybe they're not talking about you but about people you come in contact with? Are they in the 4th? Well maybe it's your fam that has those qualities? The 11th? Are your friends like that? Houses are areas of your life, you can't say "Moon in the 3rd or Moon in Gemini" - Moon is "how", house is "where" - these are not the same things, even if they have a few traits in common.

Ok, rant over, bye.

#wELL tHaT LoGic dOesN'T MaKe sEnSe #why do i sound like hermione granger #anyways #you can hate me now #and you bet i'm going to reblog this post regularly #just to annoy you #astrology #house rulers #astrology houses #8th house #mercurytrinemoon

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findingjoynweirdstuff · 3 years

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Dream SMP Recap (February 21/2021) - Tommy’s Visit, Guard Training Day

It’s the day for Tommy’s final prison visit, one last visit to see Dream and gain closure. Things don’t go exactly to plan, though, and the situation takes a turn for the worse...

Jack Manifold and Quackity discuss business plans, Eret returns to start collecting taxes, and Sam decides it’s about time to get some helping hands, getting Bad and Antfrost on the job.

A summary of the week’s total events can be found at the end of the post.

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- Foolish works on building HBomb a giant mansion in the savannah village.

- HBomb and Niki build a Bellsprout Pokemon head attached to Ponk’s tree in Lemon City.

--- Tommy’s Prison Visit ---

- Tommy comes online to visit Dream one last time in prison, for closure. Even though Dream is locked up and out of sight, he still feels miserable, a little bit empty.

“I think it’s because I haven’t shut the book. He’s still in my life, y’know?”

- He heads over to the prison. He is greeted by photos of BBH and Rat. The pictures George put on the entrance are still there.

- Tommy comes through to the lobby and greets Sam. Sam asks the questions.

“When was the last time you visited the prison?”

“A bit ago...like a while back. A month. A month ago.”

“Where is your place of residence currently located?”

“My home over there, down yonder. The hotel. The Big Innit Hotel, Sam.”

“Do you believe that the prisoner is deserving of being locked up?”

“Yes, yeah, I absolutely do. I think he’s a wrongen. I don’t think he deserves death, though. I should make that very clear. I don’t think he deserves death.”

“What are your prior relations with the prisoner?”

“I think he’s a bastard, he’s ugly, and um...I’d say...We manipulated one another. He...he manipulated me, kind of a bit of the villain, kind of an evil guy, kind of the ‘Dr. Octopus’ of the Dream SMP universe.”

- Tommy puts his items in the locker and they go through.

- Tommy comments on how every traumatic place he’s been in has been made of blackstone.

- Tommy doesn’t need to see Dream, “Unless one of my close friends dies...”

- They make it to the lava wall. The lava descends, and Tommy enters the cell.

- They greet each other. Dream’s lost his clock since the last time Tommy visited, and Tommy cracks a joke.

Dream: “That’s the Tommy I know...”

Dream throws Tommy some potatoes to regen health.

- Dream says he’s happy that Tommy came to visit. It’s been a while. Tommy tells him that it’s his last time visiting. Dream asks why, and insists that he’ll get out eventually.

- Tommy asks about the crying obsidian. Dream explains that it’s a security measure, and he likes to watch it drip.

- Tommy says it’s his last visit again, and the conversation grows more tense as they argue about exile, and Tommy says that he can’t even go into plains biomes now without trembling.

- Tommy then asks about the books he asked Dream to write, to which Dream replies that he burned them.

- Tommy opens the chest and sees the thank you letters. Tommy asks if Dream knows anything about the Egg. Dream doesn’t know much about it.

- The subject of it being Tommy’s final visit comes up again, and Tommy tells Dream that he doesn’t want him in his life anymore, that he ruined L’manburg and almost killed Tubbo.

Dream: “I did bad things, but...everybody thinks they’re right from their perspective.”

Tommy: “That’s not true. That’s not true!”

Dream: “I think I’m right. I did bad things but I did them for good reasons, but I’ve learned, I’ve...I did bad things and I’ve learned that I shouldn’t have done them.”

Tommy: “What good reasons? No, please, enlighten us.”

Dream: “I just wanted a...I just wanted to bring the server together, have it be...a happy family, y’know?”

Tommy: “Bring the server t-- you f-- Dream, you blew up L’manburg, Dream. You tried killing me! You tried killing everyone! You tried hurting people’s loved ones, man, it’s like what the fuck! You’re delusional, man, and I’m fucking sick of it. And I...but I don’t need to go through any of this stress anymore, alright? Because this is me doing this to me now, not you. You’re fine now, you’re locked up now, you’re a bitch. I’m the one that’s giving me the stress here now...but I’m better than that! I’m better than you, alright? So I’m done here.”

“You ruined my past, Dream, but you will NOT ruin my future.”

- Dream continues to insist that he’s changing. All of a sudden, Tommy hears TNT explosions.

Dream: “Sounds like a security issue.”

- Sam disappears. Tommy calls to be let out.

Tommy: “Dream, it hasn’t been an honor knowing you, but it will be an honor forgetting you.”

- The explosions continue.

- Dream says he wrote the 7-days waiver and thinks this might be a security issue, but he doesn’t know what’s going on.

- Dream and Tommy continue to argue.

Tommy: “I KNOW YOU. You haven’t changed! You’re the fuckin’ monster of this server, alright!? Not the Egg, not anything like this, YOU ARE!”

- Tommy only has one life left, so if he dies in here, then he dies for good.

(Dying by the lava wall to get out would be a canon death)

- Tommy panics and starts burning Dream’s books in the lava. And the item frame. Dream takes the rest of the books into his inventory.

- Dream hands him a book and says he could write a story.

- Dream continually insists that he’s changed, and that he didn’t have anything to do with the TNT.

Tommy: “You’ve not changed, you’re the same old...you’re evil. You’re just evil.”

- Sam messages saying the prison is on lockdown, and to hang tight.

- Dream hands Tommy more potatoes, but he doesn’t have many left. They’ll have to wait for the automated refill.

- Tommy asks how long it’ll be. Dream guesses up to a week, like the waiver says.

“Oh no...”

Tommy ends his stream there.

---

- Jack logs on to check on the hotel and is confused by where Tommy is. He checks Twitter and finds out that Tommy has been locked in prison. He asks Sam to confirm. Sam tells him that there’s been a security issue and no one is to approach the prison.

- At first, Jack is outraged that his plans have been foiled again. But then he realizes that, with Tommy in prison, he’s now gained ownership of the hotel! He rebrands it to the Big Jack Manifold Hotel.

- Jack goes to rebrand and Sam Nook greets him at the hotel. Sam argues with Jack, not wanting Jack to take ownership.

- Jack speaks with Quackity, telling him that Tommy’s in jail. Quackity talks about how there’s soon to be an established currency: the diamond. Jack agrees to pay two diamonds for leather.

- Eret comes over to the hotel and Quackity and Jack speak with them. They tell Eret about Tommy being in jail. Eret calls it a “hostile takeover of Tommy’s hotel,” but Jack tries to convince him that it was bad for branding for Tommy’s name to be on the hotel.

- Quackity tells Eret that he’s setting up a big gathering for the opening of his business soon.

- Jack and Eret argue about hotel pricing.

- Quackity tells Jack to not be intimidated by competition, and also describes a plan to create a network of easily-accessible roads. He doesn’t like the wooden path, and says that Jack’s hotel would be a good destination for business.

- Quackity questions what Jack will do when Tommy gets out of prison. Jack insists it will be fine.

- Jack works on rebranding.

- He then speaks with Badboyhalo. Bad finds out about Tommy being in jail and is surprised. Jack theorizes that maybe he tried to break Dream out.

- Bad discusses having a room in the hotel. Jack asks for payment.

- Eret comes up with a plan to tax the shit out of everyone.

- Sam starts stream at the prison. He doesn’t know what the explosions were.

- He calls for Bad and Ant, as he’s going to make them guards. They’re part of the Badlands and he trusts them.

- The two arrive. Sam fills them in: Tommy came to visit Dream, as he had already 2 or 3 times, and there was TNT going off near the prison. He needs to figure out what’s happening, but he can’t leave the prison and he can’t be in every place at once, which is where the guards come in.

- He opens Locker 2 since Locker 1 still has Tommy’s stuff in it. Sam then starts filling them in on what each lever does.

- Sam walks them through navigating the prison and then shows them the guard-specific areas like the locker room and stasis chamber.

- Sam then shows them the spawn traps. Ant and Bad set their spawns. Each guard gets three full sets of Netherite, three chances to stop whatever security issue may arise.

- At the end of the next tunnel is something top secret that can’t be showed on-stream.

- He also shows the chest with the waivers, including Ranboo’s in Enderman.

- Sam declares Ant and Bad officially guards. They are happy to finally be employed. Sam says he’s not paying them anything except the satisfaction of knowing they’ll be helping to keep Dream in there.

- Sam, Bad and Ant find Eret’s tax request.

- Ranboo works on building a farm, starting his farmer arc.

- There’s a secret message spelled out in his inventory that reads: “HE IS IN CON(T)ROL.”

Upcoming Events:

- Quackity’s business reveal

- Whatever is going to happen in the prison now...

END OF WEEK RECAP:

2/15 - Ranboo finds his wall signs changed

2/16 - Tommy’s hotel opening, Karl and Sapnap name Kinoko Kingdom

2/17 - Foolish, Ponk and HBomb’s lore, Bad confronts Puffy about the propaganda

2/18 - Bad and Antfrost confront Puffy about the propaganda

2/19 - George vandalizes the prison, Captain Puffy’s Prank Wars

2/20 - Nothing much happens.

2/21 - Tommy gets trapped in prison, Jack and Quackity speak, Eret returns

#dream smp #dream smp recaps #long posts #prison arc

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funkymbtifiction · 2 years

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Is there anyway for a 9 to be more active?

I seriously want to go places and learn new skills (as well as dusting up my skills) but I can't muster up enough energy to do any of that. It's partly because my home is far from where everything is, like 3 hours away. I don't mind travelling 2 - 3 hours in rural area, but to catch a bus in the town and wade through all the traffic for 6 hours everyday (both the going and the coming back) kills it for me.

But I realize that's an excuse, because people do it all the time. But I just can't muster up any energy to do it. Even if I want to do it badly. So, I think I need to fix it and be more active.

So, do you have any advice about this?

Another thing is quite antithetic, but I'm Se-aux, so I'm supposed to be active? I don't feel like doing anything most of the time (though I can't live without stimulation like internet, food or movies). If anything, unless it's easily accessible in my area, chances are I wouldn't do it. I wanted to craft a bow, but there is no material around me, so I didn't. I wanted to dust up my martial arts, turns out I have to travel 2 hours to the nearest dojo (now with pandemic, I need to go even farther, so 4 hours), so I dumped the idea and resorted to practice with myself. After all that, I retreat to my hobby like gaming and conlang making instead.

I don't know if this is Ti-Ni loop, but the more I stay inactive, the more pessimistic and lazy I become. It's like I can't see a way out of anything and I don't feel anything. And I become more and more pessimistic about my future and giving up my usual more spiritual side. In fact, I feel like I lost sense of direction and I don't know what is my purpose or my dream anymore. I feel like this moment will never end and I will be trapped in this moment forever.

So, is this Ti-Ni loop?

Thank you, and I've already ordered your book. Can't wait to read it although I don't know how long the shipping will take. With pandemic and all that. But I really look forward to its arrival!

Ugh, so relatable. It's pandemic fatigue and most of us are fighting it. For over a year, for some of us two years, we haven't been able to go places and do things. Old me would have gone to see a movie every weekend leading up to Christmas out of interest in them, despite it being two hours away -- because that was what I was used to. Want to see this movie, gotta travel to do it. Being stuck at home has turned me into a hermit who now complains that it's "too far" to pick up stuff at the library (20 minutes away). It's a psychological effect of having stayed home and not had a social or active life for so long.

The truth is, if you really want to do something -- you will do it, no matter how far away it is or how long it takes you to get there. If I REALLY wanted to see Nightmare Alley, I would go. If I REALLY could not live without seeing West Side Story, I would go. Saying it's far, I no longer have any friends to go with, etc., is a story I am telling myself, an excuse not to exert the effort required to do it -- in short, I have fallen into a pandemic-driven laziness. So it's not that you are a 9, though that may play into it, it's that you don't really want to do any of those things, you are likely suffering from a low-level depression that makes you disinterested in exerting the same kind of effort that you would have in the past, and are frustrated by it.

The solution is -- force yourself to do things. Go places. Meet people. If you want to learn a martial art, sign up for the class and go. You can come up with whatever energy you need to do what you REALLY CARE ABOUT DOING, and the doing of it, will help you become more used to actually doing it. You've fallen out of your old habits of accepting that doing things requires going places that aren't nearby into living a smaller life, just like everybody else, but now it's time to expand that life a little and live more fully. Thinking you don't have the energy for it is an excuse not to do it.

Do it. It will get easier.

#question #pandemic fatique

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thunder-at-dawn · 3 years

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June 3rd

i really liked writing this one!! it ended up being way longer than i thought it would though lol

word count: 2,563 (jesus christ)

prompt: gang tickles

character: eret

warning: this is a sfw tickle fic! don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable :]

Attachments.

No matter if it was toward a person, place, or a noun, people always developed attachments to certain things.

Eret had always found themselves getting attached to things in life. They became attached to the pet sheep they had found roaming around the museum. They had been attached to L’Manburg at one point, it was their first real home. They were attached to Puffy, Foolish, and other friends they had met.

But right now, at this very moment? Eret was growing an attachment to...a couch.

There was a sectional couch in the library of the castle. It was red, made of velvet material, and in Eret’s words, “a really fucking nice couch.” It could easily fit six people, maybe seven or eight if people squeezed together. There was also an ottoman where, if rolled into the right spot, could make a larger space on the sectional that resembled a mattress. Eret had been laying across this couch for a while, reading a fantasy novel that they had found while browsing through the shelves of the library. Their crown was placed on a table nearby, as they didn’t feel the need to wear it at the moment. They looked up when they heard the sound of the door opening, wondering who was currently visiting.

“Foolish!” Eret sat up, happy to see their old friend. “What are you doing here?”

“Hey, Eret.” Foolish waved, and the king was quick to notice that he wasn’t filled with his normal, bubbly charm. The god walked over to his friend, leaning over and resting his arms on the sectional’s armrest. “So, uh...I have something to say. And you might not like it.”

Eret blinked in surprise, placing a bookmark in their book and gently closing it. “Okay? What is it?” They asked. “Is something wrong?”

“Well, um...You know how you told me that you didn’t want to tell anyone details about your past until we figured out more stuff about it?”

“...Yes?”

“I...” Foolish hid his face with his hands. “I accidentally let some stuff slip in conversation. When I was talking to...um, Puffy.”

Eret could feel their heart skip a beat in their chest, but they kept their composure. “...Okay...did you tell anyone other than Puffy?” They asked.

The god let out a groan of frustration, sitting down next to Eret on the couch. “No, I didn’t, but I accidentally brought up how we were reading together a while ago, and she was like “oh, what book were you guys reading?” and I didn’t want to lie, and I got put on the spot, so I told her about the wither cult, and I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean for it to happen, and-“

“Oh, thank god.”

“Wait, what?”

“When you said that you told someone, with how nervous you looked, I thought you were talking about like, Dream, or someone else untrustworthy like that.” Eret let out a sigh of relief, placing a hand on their chest.

“Wait, so you aren’t mad?” Foolish asked.

“No, of course not! Accidents happen.” They shrugged. “And honestly, Puffy was the first person I planned to tell after we figured this all out. So, if anything, you actually did me a favor.”

“Really?! Whew, that’s a relief!” Foolish could feel his muscles untense as he also let out a heavy sigh, leaning back into the couch. “I thought you were gonna be so pissed off at me!”

Eret laughed softly. “Foolish, when have I ever been known to be upset in front of you?” They asked. They weren’t an easy person to provoke, it was pretty rare for them to lose their cool.

“You’re right, you’re right.” He nodded, aware of how Eret had never really gotten angry in front of him in all of the months he had been in this land. “You’re not easy to anger. However, back in the day, you would get a little bit intense when you were angry.”

“Really?” Eret looked over to their friend with curious eyes. “How so?”

Before Foolish could begin to explain, they were both distracted by the door of the library swinging open. A familiar face approached, closing the door behind themselves.

“So, someone told me that you used to be quite the warrior. And you don’t remember, so I’d like to see if I can help out with that.” The sheep hybrid greeted, pulling down her sunglasses and sending the two a wink.

“Apparently, I was a warrior!” Eret chuckled, waving to Puffy.

“Puffy, hey! Come sit down with us!” Foolish said excitedly, tapping on the free couch seat next to him.

“In a second!” Puffy made a beeline to the bookshelves, skimming through the words on the spine of each book. “What was the name of the book you guys were reading again?”

“The history of withers, I’m pretty sure!” Foolish nodded.

“Right...author name?”

“Umm...last name started with an H, I think?”

“...Hodgman?”

“Yep, I think so!”

“Careful, it’s quite heavy.” Eret warned her, but was surprised to see that Puffy was easily able to hold onto it, with seemingly no struggle. She walked over to the other two, sitting to the side of Eret so that they were in the middle.

She looked at her son and grinned softly. “This is his first time on the couch, isn’t it?”

“This is such a nice couch!” Foolish said as he sunk deeper into his seat, much to Eret and Puffy’s amusement. “How come I’ve never sat on this before?!”

“It’s your fault for not exploring the wonders of my castle enough.” Eret joked as Puffy placed the book in their lap so that all three of them could easily access it.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Foolish rolled his eyes, sitting up to get a closer look at the reading.

The three of them sat together on the couch for a very long time, investigating more of the book that Foolish and Eret had read previously. Foolish would often have to help transcribe words in ancient languages that the other two didn’t understand, and Puffy would often need context and explanation for quite a few things, but still tried to help as best as she could. They would laugh at Foolish’s stupid jokes and share exchanges in between their research, still finding fun. However, after a while, they found it to be draining.

“Okay, how much have we accomplished in the past two hours?”

“What? Foolish, there’s no way we’ve been at this for two hours.”

“Actually, we have.” Puffy nodded, checking the watch on her wrist. “We should probably take a break.”

“I’m down for that.” Foolish was quick to go limp and sink back into the couch.

“Mhm...” Eret nodded, looking out of the castle windows. It was golden hour, and the sun was setting over the horizon, leaving a beautiful, golden gleam to leak through the windows and into the library.

“You tired?” Puffy asked them.

“Not really tired, just drained.” Eret nodded as they turned towards the sheep hybrid.

“I can tell, you look tense.” She said before gently grabbing them by the shoulders and moving them so their back faced her. “Here, let me help.” After observing no signs of discomfort, Puffy started to gently massage Eret’s shoulders.

“Thank you, Puffy.” Eret smiled, leaning back into Puffy a bit as she massaged them.

“It’s no problem.” Puffy smiled back, continuing to lightly rub at Eret’s shoulders. The three of them sat in a peaceful silence, all of them illuminated by the golden glow of the sunset. Man, this was nice. Eret found themselves relaxing quite a bit...but not for long. Puffy lightly pressed her fingers against Eret’s shoulderblades, and they let out a squeak of surprise before quickly covering their mouth.

“Woah- are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Puffy asked, quickly letting go when Foolish sat up, curious to see what was happening.

“What? No, you didn’t do anything. I’m fine, Puffy.” Eret said, trying to throw what had just occurred under the rug. They noticed Foolish staring out of the corner of their eye, knowing damn well that he had noticed.

Foolish blinked, continuing to stare, before a smile appeared on his face. “Ooooh, right. Puffy. I have known Eret far longer than you have, and there’s something about them you might not know yet.”

“Hm?” Puffy looked up curiously.

Eret immediately knew what Foolish was referring too. “J-Just ignore him, Puffy.” They said to her.

Foolish smirked, now fully sitting up and moving closer to them both. “See, even if Eret doesn’t remember the past, what I do know is that they have stayed pretty similar to their old ways, including their strengths...and their weaknesses.”

“Like what?” Puffy asked, now intrigued with what Foolish had been saying.

“The truth...is that Eret...”

“Foolish, don’t tell her.”

“Is very...”

“Foolish.”

“Very...”

“Don’t you dare.”

Foolish paused, a wide grin on his face, amused by the situation. Eret leaned back, but couldn’t do much with Puffy sitting near him. He didn’t necessarily mind this, but it was a bit embarrassing.

“...Ticklish!” He finally commenced, leaning over and digging into Eret’s underarms. The monarch let out a surprised yell, quick to erupt into laughter.

“Yohohou AHAHASSHOHOLE!” They yelled, squirming around as they were laid across Puffy’s lap.

“Aww!” Puffy laughed a bit herself as she watched the scene unfolding in front of her, ruffling their hair.

“DohOHOn’t lahahaugh! Ihihit’s nohoHOt fuhuhunny, Puhuhuffy!”

“Then how come you’re laughing so much, Eret?” Foolish asked, grinning happily.

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!” Eret snapped back through their laughter.

“Wait, wait, stop, I want to try something.” Puffy said suddenly. Foolish drew his hands away, letting Eret catch their breath. After a few moments, Puffy scooped her arms underneath Eret, and after a bit of struggle, managed to pick them up.

“Woah, wahait!” Eret yelped in surprise, clinging onto Puffy as them was lifted off of the couch. The captain smirked, lightly tossing Eret onto the other side of the couch. The ottoman was pulled in currently, so there was more space for them to move around if needed. Puffy was quick to sit down next to him, lying him down.

“So, Foolish. Overall, how ticklish do you think Eret is on a scale of one to ten?” Puffy asked her son.

“From one to ten? Hmm...” Foolish paused to think. “It can vary, depending on the spot but...I’d say an eight! Maybe even a nine!”

“A nine?!” Eret repeated, the now mischievous look on Puffy’s face filling them with a bit of nervousness. “Absolutely not, I am a seven at the most.”

“Well, with conflicting answers, I guess I’ll have to find out for myself!” Puffy said, slowly closing in on her friend before digging right into the hallows of their underarms, just as Foolish had done before.

“NohOHOHO- waHAhaihit!” Eret yelped, squirming around on the couch and holding onto Puffy’s wrists.

“Man, I remember when we were at a party this one time, and you were a bit tipsy, and you nearly fell over and I grabbed your waist to catch you. And you started laughing and, I dunno, I just had this strange feeling that it wasn’t from the alcohol! So I squeezed at your sides again, and you started laughing more, and I put two and two together.” Foolish laughed a bit himself, thinking about the memory.

“Their sides, you say?” Puffy’s eyebrow raised up curiously.

“Yeah, just like this!” Foolish quickly leaned down and grabbed onto Eret’s sides, a shriek emitting from their mouth. He squeezed and pinched at the area, sending the monarchy into a squirming, giggling mess.

“SHIHIHIT- GUHUYS!” They laughed, attempting to bat both pairs of hands away.

“I also remember you being quite a sneaky gal, but you can’t try and sneak your way out of this one!” Foolish said, finding as much enjoyment out of this as Puffy was.

“Yeah, you’re definitely past a seven.” Puffy declared. “Just like Foolish said, you’re an eight, possibly a nine.”

Foolish quickly stopped with one hand, using it to cover his mouth as he quickly whispered something to Puffy. The two of them nodded before Foolish went back in with his free hand, and Eret continued to laugh. They were squirming around a lot less now, probably getting a bit tired out. The other two slowed down, giving Eret time to breathe.

“Alright...” Foolish said quietly, looking at Puffy, then looking back down at Eret. “Three... two... one... NOW!” At the god’s signal, they both dug their hands into Eret’s ribcage, Foolish tackling the upper ribs while Puffy got the lower ones. Another shriek tore out from the monarch’s mouth.

“FUHUHUCK- HAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAIT-“ Eret threw their head back, attempting to squirm and defend themselves with their hands, but they were simply too tired to do so.

“Oh, forget what I said earlier, you are absolutely a ten.” Puffy said with a smirk.

“I agree! Ten all the way!” Foolish nodded in agreement.

“I’M NOHOHOT A TEHEHEHEN-” Eret cackled, a small hiccup escaping from their mouth.

The two of them continued the attack, before Foolish drew away, and signaled for Puffy to do the same. “Alright, I don’t wanna actually kill them.” He chuckled a bit.

Eret was still a giggling mess, even after the two of them had stopped. The golden light from the sunset reflected on their glasses as they reached a hand up behind them to wipe a tear from their eye. Readjusting the glasses, they let out a sigh. “You guys are both jerks.” They said lightheartedly before giggling again.

“Aww, but we’re your favorite jerks, aren’t we?” Foolish asked, moving and sitting down next to Eret’s head.

“Yeah, sure.” They rolled their eyes.

“The king of the SMP called me a jerk. That’s something to cross off of my bucket list.” Puffy said out loud, making the other two laugh, and she too, laughed along with them. Eret finally sat up, and their two friends readjusted to sit next to them.

“We’re not sorry for wrecking you into another millennium...but, we hope you can forgive us anyway.” Foolish said as he ruffled Eret’s hair.

Eret couldn’t help but smile at their old friend’s antics. “I forgive you both, but don’t think I’m not going to get you both back soon.” They said, fixing up the mess Foolish had made.

“That’s fair.” Puffy leaned into Eret. The king laughed softly, putting an arm around each of their friends.

Eret suddenly remembered that they had something that they wanted to say. “Oh, and Foolish?”

“Yeah?” Foolish turned his head.

“...Thanks for fucking up earlier and accidentally telling Puffy about the Wither Cult.” They smiled. Puffy laughed at the statement, grinning wildly as well. Foolish snickered lightly, and now all three of them were happily smiling.

“It’s no problem, old pal.” Foolish said with a sincere smile.

Eret looked out of the window. Golden hour was starting to come to an end, and the golden gleam from the windows was starting to fade.

They had made a new memory today.

It was moments like these that they had to cherish. Fun times to be had with friends. Between the stress of all of the wars, rivalries, and new nations rising up, it was definitely important. And as Eret sat with their friends in a peaceful silence, they knew that this something they needed.

#dawn writes #lee!eret #ler!foolish #ler!puffy #c!eret #c!foolish #c!puffy #dsmp tickle #mcytickle month #this is so long please enjoy it #i believe in lee!eret supremacy #👑 eret: eyeless monarchy #🦈 foolish: totem of undying #⚓️ puffy: queen of the seas

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