#(of course it's also possible that it was shared on tumblr in the knowledge that it's only a related photo not from the same event

[thisperseveringfemale]

so i’ve just been reading through some inactive radblr blogs (because even if there’s no current content, it’s still useful info), and... i came across a photo that’s been doing the rounds lately...

so far as i can tell, this image originally made it to radblr in november 2019 (source post linked). but a lot of people have probably only seen it for the first time within the past week.

i’ve seen this photo circulating a bit on twitter too recently, along with photos of the ‘decapitate terfs’ sign, so i think somewhere along the line, this one got mixed in with pictures from this month, and people (quite logically) assumed it was from the same event.

i’m not sure if this picture’s history has already been pointed out, since i’m not really active in radblr tags, but i only bring it up myself now because a lot of people have already tried disparaging women’s very real concerns about the violent language and imagery being thrown around in these signs, and if they discovered that this photo doesn’t actually originate from the event currently being discussed, they would take it as another way to discredit women when we speak up about this kind of thing.

so. hopefully i’m not clogging the tag with something that’s already been pointed out...

[katyspersonal]

The best Bloodborne Wiki is a passion project of a single person, is about to get even better + how it can be sustained for years to come!

Hello guys! So like many of you've learned from the post with super good model view of Winter Lantern, recently, on Twitter, Meph announced ( x ) the plan to fill the wiki with very useful, very comprehensive screenshots of the models for bosses, enemies, NPCs and even cut content! The wiki has already been a huge help for lorediggers and artists, but THIS is what we will get:

This page is for Lady Maria and you can check it yourself here: ( x )! It is broken down in the categories of general close-ups of her model, then very high-quality screenshots of every attack during her boss battle and walking, and then raw model!

(I never was able to capture a good look at her using Arcane too like here, for example!)

Winter Lantern page ( x ) is using similar principle!

This is not a secret that very often in Fromsoft games, additional information can be obtained not through descriptions but through visual hints! For example, some people only learned that Winter Lantern's head is made of melted Messengers only now, after a proper look at her model! So, of course getting a proper look at every single character and creature from the game could always be helpful!

This, however, is just a recent highlight for this Bloodborne Wiki! Even prior that, it has been providing invaluable help for the fans! Examples off the top of my head: comprehensive data on what character has what items used or not, great and comprehensive hints and tutorials on upgrades and farming and builds for the players, making every bit of information on Chalice Dungeons and glyphs easily accessible, making datamined NPC sliders of all characters way more accessible and easy to grab and repeat, access to much more obscure models (like Gratia's model), full list of internal filenames and patches progress, making information from physical Bloodborne tutorial book accessible...

There are probably more things to cover that me and others found a great help in, and sometimes we might not even notice! I am sure many people could name at least one way where this wiki has been very helpful, offering raw facts and 100% valid information (and properly sourced whenever someone else helped!) without any speculating, in the most elaborate manner! We should not take it for granted because all this information, found or reshared, was compiled by just one guy out of raw passion for the game! And although this project is not profit-based and Meph is willing to commit to it and pay as much as needed to keep it living, I really still wanted to share the Ko-fi link that exists for anyone who is willing to help sponsoring it!

This is not necessary, and Meph has stated the same, but this project is not only helpful but also really hefty to sustain. The monthly support is only $3 per month, but every little bit not only helps the sustenance, but also knowing how much fans care and simply feeling their support is very significant and sometimes you don't even know how much. Heck, when Meph learned how excited people on Tumblr were about Wiki improving with full compilation of models from every angle.. the reaction was "I am so glad that people still care"! I think everyone who does their best to be useful for the fellow fans needs confirmation that they ARE, for sure, helping!

I just really wanted to get the word out anyways because honestly, none of my super elaborate theories and detailed fanart would've been possible without Meph's Wiki. and also because I am trapped in a clown country where I can't send any international money transfer so the feeling of 'do what I can't' got to me too fsdhfdhs There is no pressure or necessity, but here is the link to anyone who can help and feels the wish to! You've noticed I didn't tag Meph.... since there is no Tumblr account to tag, but again, the Twitter link is also here: ( x )!

[jeffffffffest]

JeFFFFFFFFest 2024 Gift Exchange

This exchange is for fanworks based on Jeff Satur’s music videos and related media.

‘Related media’ includes characters such as the rain god from Jeff’s Halloween fan art Instagram post, or the fallen angel from Call Me by Fire. A resource list with links to media will be available in the Discord server (link to join).

While all Jeffs may be used as visual/auditory/character inspiration, characters from acting roles (KinnPorsche, He She It, Ingredients) are not the focus of this event. Crossovers such as Kim/Sunshine are in the spirit of the event, but a direct KinnPorsche fanwork is not.

Why JeFFFFFFFFest?

Is it because of all of the Jeffs possibly named Jeff? Is it because that’s how we’re feeling after each new release (F!)? Is it because they represent all of the Fun Fabulous Fanworks we’ll be creating? Yes. (There are eight Fs for Space Shuttle No. 8, if you care.)

This exchange is open to all types of fanworks, including text, visual art, audio, and video. The sign-up form will prompt you to list which types of fanworks you’d like to offer and receive. Everyone will be matched with a recipient who meets their fanwork types and prompts as closely as possible. Assignments will remain private until the collection is revealed, so please keep that information secret from your recipient!

You are only required to create one fanwork, in the medium of your choosing. If your recipient requests visual art or written text, you can choose which type of fanwork to create based on their prompts and what inspires you the most. If you’re inspired to create multiple fanworks, that’s a bonus, but not expected or required.

Once assignments are sent out, a channel will be opened in the Discord server for people to share their prompts if they choose. You’re welcome to create additional fanworks as 'treats' based on those prompts and submit them to the AO3 collection. There’s no limit to how many prompts you can fill or how many works you can create!

After the reveal, there will be a 'remix round' for fanworks inspired by the posted exchange works. This is a free-for-all where anything goes! You can make fanvids inspired by art, record podfics of written works, or anything else that inspires you. You can opt out of or limit your participation in this round with a permission statement.

Both the 'treat' and 'remix' rounds are completely optional, and as such we encourage you to create anything, no matter how small or how unfamiliar you are with that form of fanwork! This is a great place for fanworks like moodboards, fanmixes/playlists, and anything else that doesn't fit in the main gift exchange. Of course, large prompt fills are also welcome!

Rules

Please bring complaints or concerns privately to the exchange mods; we're here to help make this a positive experience for everyone! A complaint form (anonymous by choice) can be found here, or feel free to reach out to a mod on discord or tumblr. Respect all DNWs (including requests for no NSFW content) and include appropriate content warnings in posts and discussions; when in doubt, at a minimum, AO3 warnings should always be tagged/warned, or talk to a mod if you're unsure. To ensure that artist credit is always appropriately given, the use of AI and/or gifting AI-generated content is strictly prohibited.

Bigotry and harassment of any kind will not be tolerated. Respect and be mindful of all fellow community members.

If you have questions for your recipient or about the exchange in general, please contact one of the mod team. If you need to drop out for any reason, please let the mods know as soon as possible. Your moderators for this event are @airgiodslv, @mousydentist, and @shubaka (on discord and tumblr).*

*To the best of our knowledge, none of the mods are secretly Jeff.

Schedule

Sign-ups:  June 1-20

Assignments Out:  June 23

Check-in: July 21

Deadline:  August 4

Pinch-hits:  August 5-11

Reveal:  August 12

Remix round: August 12-25

For the most up to date information, please refer to this blog (posts tagged #logistics) and/or join our discord server. Also, we're aware that things happen! We want to make this event as fun as possible, so if you ever feel overwhelmed, please talk to a mod at any time about an extended timeline or enlisting a pinch-hitter. The pinch-hitters have from August 5-11, so please let us know ASAP if you need support.

Our AO3 collection is here. Links to fics and posts made on other sites (eg, tumblr, twitter, archive.org) will be reblogged/cross-posted to this blog. If you don't want your gift to be on tumblr, please reach out to a mod ASAP so we can make other arrangements.

Sign-up Form

The sign-up form can be found here! Reminder that sign-ups will be open until June 20th.

Happy Jeff-ing everyone! 🪐

[celestialtarot11]

https://www.tumblr.com/celestialtarot11/766431569646944256/helllooo-lovey-your-take-on-stelliums-in-1st?source=share

So sorry, just tell me about 9th house please. Thanks a tonnnnn

Also, i might have sent you this question a week before as well, idk if it was sent, my tumblr glitches all the time.

9h solar return—

—Great for traveling abroad, higher education, and self mastery if positively aspected. More focus is on the self and individual expansion and growth. Psychologically expanding what one used to believe or know.

—Focus is on learning, gaining knowledge, trying new hobbies. The native can feel transformed by their experiences this year and can feel enlightened by their skills.

—Sharpening up on previous hobbies. You may return to old hobbies you loved, and now you can dedicate more time to understanding them and creating more!

—Finding connections in the real world. You’ll find a community of people who think similarly to you and have same moral beliefs/values.

—Explorative. You feel inclined to get yourself out there more and may pursue new relationships, ideas, business endeavors, and take risks financially to upgrade yourself. Could be a glow up, and buying new things to decorate your space and home.

—You may go back to pursue a degree, course or class to finish up! Tying up loose ends. Going back to a state of learning and mastery. This may be time in which you become very busy with handling multiple interests and responsibilities.

—If negatively aspected you’ll possibly quite studying, or may not want to pursue education in that year. Travels can be delayed, drawn out, and have sudden stops/changes.

—You may move out your parent’s home, or change apartments/environments. The more you grow psychologically you know instinctively your space needs to change.

[ceaseless-rambler]

Okay I've been avoiding any TMagP theorizing on tumblr on purpose. It feels too early. But this is a thing I've been spinning in my head and I like sharing my thoughts too much so.

Augustus as Jonah makes a lot of sense. Everyone has said this. The letter being from around when Jonah lived, the theming of the statement fitting Jonah really well, the VA feels like Jonah, the .jmj error, all of it. (Side note: if it is Jonah, his first statement being the one that aligns most closely with a single Fear from Smirke's fourteen is interesting and I've not seen people talking about that). The thing is, it feels like it makes too much sense. Jonny was not that heavy-handed in TMA. It could just feel more heavy-handed because I'm looking for those details, but even then. He also said that not only was knowledge of TMA unnecessary, but that it could trip people up. I absolutely would not put it past him and Alex to use that to their advantage. Do I think it's possible that the third voice is Jonah? Of course, it's too early to rule it out. But the whole thing practically reeks of misdirection.

[aztarion]

hiii jez, your sol tag is incredible and i love everything about her!! best aesthetic & best most fucked up vampire bbgirl of all time <3 do you have any interesting facts or random tidbits of lore about her that you are willing to share or link me to? wish to know everything & more about her asap tysm 🥰

whaaaat hi bree!! 😭 that oc tag is so thrown together and unorganised girl youre insane putting yourself through that but omfg its til death do us part now 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

i dont really post writing with my ocs much on tumblr but i blabbered for like an hour here im so sorry in advance i hope its a little entertaining…. tw for ed mention and self harm but its just your regular vtm stuff if youre familiar with the background ttrpg

soledad is her courier alias, she usually goes by that or the inevitable nickname sol, which doubles as a small remnant of her old life — her real name is solona ^^

she is first gen mexican-filipina, grew up in california before moving to arizona

didn’t care for academics much; preferred working with her hands — she dropped out of studies as soon as it was acceptable and went into business training under her dad and older brother as a mechanic

very laidback, easygoing, quietly contented; never had sprawling ambitions or aspirations and she was cool with that (was and is a little bit of a perfectionist with her work tho). this created a wedge with her mom who did nawt like the notion of her only daughter wasting prime years and a pretty face in a dingy garage. (i never get it *exactly* how i want in art & have never found a faceclaim i love, but i kinda picture her overall look as like. a timeless, slightly restless sort of dark beauty; like her eyes are always trying to tell you something in spite of herself, even when she looks totally serene lol)

anyway! one of moms fears are realized — sol ends up with a very noticeable facial scar (semi glasgow smile? mouth to under ear and a little further than that even, cheek just super spliced) due to an accident in the garage. sad! oh well she’s the joker now (or she will be after julian)

wait actually while im yapping about backstory i deviate a little from the game options just to make things more juicy and personal but! to me she first meets julian having to work on his suzuki and they hit it off. pre-night road as mentioned she is very easygoing — easily charmed and is herself charming — they def get along like a house on fire. julian would no doubt mentally take note of her whole roll-with-the-punches, laissez-faire attitude — naturally that just seems like a quality that might come in handy when you bite someone and turn them into a creature of the night. also the attentive, methodical approach she takes to her work, and when needed, her on the spot workarounds — he doesn’t want some dumb unreliable chump childe. and alright bear with him here: so it’s not relevant strictly in terms of her being thee potential great american embrace candidate he may be planning for right now, but man shes kiiiiinda cute and the scar is kiiiiiiiinda badass and its kiiiiinda hot that she knows exactly what she’s doing under the hood.…….Julian’s of course no slouch but he prefers it when others are doing the dirty work for him and she knows her stuff. so he’s thinking yeah this might work out. wait did she just say she plays nintendo too — oh this is definitely working out.

well it didn’t work out — sol ends up caitiff. julian accidentally botched her embrace 👍 whoops. but he teaches her blood sorcery as soon as possible — she can fly under the radar as a regular banu haqim. so it does work out! the sire/childe bond likely did some heavy lifting in terms of their relationship but sol was still pretty dopey heart eyes for julian in the beginning, like truly thought he was brilliant and funny and followed whatever he said no questions — really trusted him, figured with him being more experienced and so whipsmart and knowledgeable that he was utterly infallible. julian knew best and like didn’t he keep her safe trying to cover for the whole clanless thing……how could he have anything but Good Intentions dot dot dot……

in the decade after julian goes MIA, sol’s entire demeanor takes a nosedive. in the ingame text, julian and d’espine are described as being ‘fledgling-like’ in that they still have that liveliness to them, like a constant subtle Blush of Life effect. sol had that too in the years w julian, but after so long alone and having to maintain that isolation in order to ghost by in both the human world and undead while drugrunning & couriering, she gets cold — corpse and mind. outwardly she’s very composed; there’s little to no animation (no once-effortless smile, not even a ghost of the dimple in her unscarred cheek ! ) but her inner monologue is distrustful, has aged — is honestly a little paranoid and bitter sometimes — and overly nervous where she once would never have been. when julian returns it’s noted how young he still seems in comparison. that doesnt help the grudge she holds

i think her nerves skyrocket even more so when she feels aila stir. while u cant choose merits/flaws in night road like the table top, i feel like she would have the bulimic derangement that causes a kindred to gorge or throw up blood at random after feeding due to stress — she’s literally just THAT internally anxious. the game makes a point ensuring youre well fed on your next visit to tucson’s elysium since you showed up starving at the beginning, but after the office confrontation with lettow asking what happened to aila — which despite going successfully & having an excellent relationship with him — sol still probably LEGS it out of the viper once dove interrupts and ends up vomiting in an alley before jumping in her car🤦‍♀️ so much for paying alexander to acquire blood and making a good impression this time…..what a waste. and u know what Riga probably saw the whole mortifying ordeal too smh

ok im sorry i could talk abt the entire game like this i have so many headcanons

ooh straight up just facts & a little tldr:

so she’s 5’8; long pretty neck, slim hourglass figure with soft heavy curves, distinctly confident arms and legs, various tattoos: depictions of scorpions and snakes, the sun, spanish and tagalog script in black and red ink. she’s around whatever Julian’s human age wouldve been, i guess mid twenties range

is Julian’s Childe but due to a botched embrace ends up caitiff. masquerades as a banu haqim that, when in the presence of more prejudiced vampire society, in turn masquerades as something traditionally camarilla-fronting: malk/toreador/ventrue, whatever. it’s complicated! por los clavos de cristo does she wish she was back in that shitty little garage 20 yrs ago

throws up when nervous; is constantly a little hungry and risking an oops moment but for the most part maintains iron composure — its become a whittled and useful hard shell

learns blood sorcery right off the bat from julian, learns protean from lettow after staking reremouse w him. she usually keeps things clean and impersonal with a gun and deft precision (and elena with more guns!) but she still likes working with her hands: in close combat, especially when it involves other supernaturals, she keeps elena out of the fight and doubles up that weird combo of blood sorcery + protean — is frankly just a messy blur of slit wrists bloody sigils and slashing claws. (ough wanna draw this ugly visual so bad but omg i just know it wouldn’t work out w my skillset rn)

omg i feel like ive gone on forever in a bunch of directions while saying nothing helpp. ill stop here and spare you! thank you so much for asking bree!! :D <3 you have to tell me about your courier now!!

^ us night roading

[anthrophobixx]

can u share with us why/how you chose the typings for the characters like why karen fairy, why oliver ghost and so on

of course !!

Karen got the fairy type because fairy types are mostly known for being quiet, calm, collected, but also very hard hitting, which I feel like resembles Karen quite well

Oliver got ghost because of the spooky mansion !! At the end of his good route he talks about how the cinema was indeed haunted by ghosts, but he managed to befriend some of them. This was actually suggested by a different tumblr ask, since we originally wanted to give Oliver the electric type :]

Randy got poison, since poison types usually live in conditions that are deemed "poor" by humans, but they're infact optimal for them. That's kinda how they found Randy actually. Bro is also probably a walking hazard so it only makes sense. Not to mention the kind of poison type pokemon that exist that just...scream Randy Jade (eg garbodor, who's actually his strongest guy)

Gabby got electric since she works at a phone shop and her job is to fix phones, printers, typewriters, all that good stuff. Since she fixes items that require electricity we thought electric type was the most fitting. Even if electricity isn't always needed when repairing things, pokemon such as magnemite, magneton and rotom can be useful regardless as shown in the games

Jerry got normal since he is probably the most casual citizen in dialtown. He's just livin his life, got nothing too special going on, he's just a regular guy

Norm got fighting and I feel like it's kinda self explanatory why. Fighting types are known for being angry and aggressive, but also reasonable and kind once they get used to their trainers. Some fighting type pokemon are also known for wanting justice and they fight for whatever they feel is right (eg lucario). Sounds kinda like Norm imo

Mingus got dark because she's a corrupt mayor, but also because the dark type has the most cats. Majority of dark type pokemon are sassy and they all give off this weird mingus energy I can't put into words.

Callum got steel because he works with metal. His arms, legs and his head are made out of metal. There's pokemon that shed pieces of metal when they evolve (aron) so he doesn't only use his pokemon in battle, but also in his workshop, kinda like Gabby. I can't explain it any better sobw

Bunny got ice since he's "cold as ice" iykwim. Tried to give him as many passive aggressive pokemon as possible (and this includes alolan ninetales somehow)

Gingi doesn't have a specific type since it probably ate the gym leader guide book it got from the higher ups. It also doesn't keep it's pokemon in pokeballs since 1. no money 2. the concept of big ass creechurs being trapped in tiny balls terrify it and it doesn't want its pokemon to be "put in ball prison". Gingi also resembles the player in this au thing

Abel got fire since fire does resemble anger, but also power. Abel owns a whole ass funfair and is also part of the minglings !! Bro got plenty of power !! He is also angry at Gingi for wasting his time, bothering his employees and pissing on one of his attractions I totally didn't forget what it was but I remember it happening !! We tried giving him all the passive aggressive fire type pokemon we could find in the dex (he's also matching w his boywife bc love wins)

Mr. Dickens got psychic since psychic types are known for being the wise, knowledgable pokemon. Like fairy types, they're also calm, quiet and collected, but they got a lil touch of wisdom in there. They also represent the power of the intellect, which is pretty mr. dickenscore if I say so myself.

Theoroar got the dragon type, since theo doesn't actually give a damn about building a bond or relating to his pokemon. He wants the rarest, most powerful pokemon under his grasp and dragon types just so happen to fit in both of those categories. His logic is that his pokemon work for him and whatever gets him to the top he will use it

Hobo got all the gods. Dialga, the god of time, Palkia, the goddess of space, Xerneas, the goddess of life, Yvetal the god of death and Arceus the creator of it all and the being above everything. He probably has Groudon and Kyogre in his pc, since they're the god of land and the sea respectively. He got herdier for good measure, it's kinda like Red's pikachu in the johto games.

Tango and Billy are both rocket executives so they don't have a specific type they specialize in, but Billy has a more offensive team no pun intended, while Tango has a more defensive one

Shooty and Stabby well....they obv don't have a type they specialize in since they're pretty much just rocket grunts. Their goal is to become executives one day

[audioandart]

As is usual on Tumblr, make sure to click the image for better quality.

I could repeat what my opponent has said about things like fighting for us and whatnot, which of course I would, but that would simply be rehashing what's already been said. So just for the record, I would fight for us (and all other queer people).

However, that's not what this post is for. It's for my banner (unless I make a new one) and to say that while I'm ready to get serious, I'm also ready to get silly. One may notice my tag structure on my blog. I am THE silly goofy girl in a silly goofy mood. A leader should be able to guide in both difficult and easy times, and I will stand for you through both. I will give you advice in low times and jokes in high. (And vice versa!) I know how to listen to problems and validate you. If you don't want advice I will simply let you talk. If you don't like my jokes I'll get whole new material. In a province led by me, we'd prosper through anything.

I'm also running my platform on knowledge. I love libraries. I love teaching and the sharing of knowledge, the connection and the community. I will teach you (and help you find sources,) and you can teach me if you'd like. I'll listen to you info dump. In a province led by me, education would be free and as full as possible. No censored topics. I can get you PDFs of books. Knowledge is power and if I were elected, I would make sure we all had that power. Thank you :)

[thoughtfulfoxllama]

I know I said I'd do Sabbath today, but my wife were talking on the car ride to the family reunion, and she convinced me to share my thoughts then instead

Neurodiversity in the Scriptures

Now, when I did a Communications Class back in Spring 2023, I had to write a persuasive essay. I did mine on Neurodiversity in History. I don't have access to the slideshow anymore, but I remember I came to the conclusion Achilles had ADHD (like that time he FOUGHT A RIVER!!!)

Anyway, it started when I asked "who most likely had ADHD: Adam or Eve"

Cain & Abel, the First Murderer & Martyr

Anyway, it started with a discussion about Cain & Abel. They each had their roles (Cain was a Farmer, Abel was a Shepherd), and this relates roughly to early human development. Early humans were hunter-gatherers

While Abel was not a Hunter-Gatherer, it can be implied that he was away from home a lot. Many early Shepherds are Nomadic, moving where they could feed their herds (and Abel would have to move them, given the deep winters in Far West (where Cain killed his brother)). In addition, he would have been protecting his sheep even in the Summer, when he sent them out to pasture

Cain was a Farmer. He would have had a sedentary lifestyle, needing to remain in one place year round, to plant, nourish, harvest, and prepare for the next cycle. This is also seen in the fact that he founded a city (Enoch, unrelated to the city that was translated)

Now, in "ADHD: A Hunter in a Farmer's World," it discusses how Sedentary Lifestyles eventually lessened the necessity of these traits (although they were still seen as valuable in a religious sense, and even then, they didn't start being seen as truly negative overall until the Industrial Era. I am writing a whole essay on this for my Multicultural Education class)

So, while acknowledging the reality of Cain & Abel as individuals, Cain killing his brother is also representative of Neurotypicals trying to lessen Neurodiversity (although, Seth was said to be a replacement for Abel, and in the Apocrypha, he does go on a journey, so his birth gives us hope that Neurodiversity can't be eliminated)

This is in no way trying to diss on the 3 Neurotypicals on Tumblr, and the many amazing ones I know in real life. But it is merely explaining the trend of early human cultures with the advent of Sedentary Lifestyles

Abraham, the Father of Multitudes

Abraham is one of my favorite Prophets. He was also a Nomad, living in Canaan (and Egypt for about a year). We read that he was an active seeker for knowledge & the Priesthood. Not all knowledge seekers are Neurodiverse of course, but many people who were throughout history have had scholarly disposition (possibly as a way of fitting in)

In the Apocrypha, he displayed disregard for social norms as well as bottom-up thinking (another common trait). Specifically, his father made Idols, and he didn't believe in them. So, when his father was out, he grabbed a stick, smashed all except the largest, and put the stick and a bowl of food in front of the largest. His dad was mad about Abram's vandalism, but Abram blamed the Idol. His dad said it couldn't, and Abram said "if they can't do something as simple as smash each other, then what are the chances they can bring rain/fertility/protection/ECT."

Also, Abraham 3 & Facsimile 2. Tell me that doesn't read like someone talking about their special interest in Astronomy

Moses, the Lawgiver

Moses has had an interesting life. Born Hebrew, raised Egyptian, died a Nomad

The first indication of Neurodiversity is him being "slow of speech & slow of Tounge." It got to the point where his brother had to speak for him many times. Neurodiverse people often have times gathering, focusing, and expressing their thoughts. Many Neurodiverse People have to go through Speech Therapy (which didn't exist at that point in time). Plus, being royal, he might have been encouraged to keep quiet, so as to not embarrass the family (it's interesting that Enoch was also slow of speech, and performed many miracles on par with Moses)

When he brought the people to Sinai, he told Jethro he was completely overwhelmed, with the stress of leadership. Jethro told him he was doing too much, and needed support. It's common for Neurodiverse people to try to take on too much. For some, they don't know their limits. For others, they're trying to be seen as "normal" or "productive"

He's also impulsive. I mean, the Israelites were very annoying, but he smashed the 10 Commandments, beat up a rock until it gave water, and cursed them with all the diseased quail they could eat (don't complain when your dad gives you food. Your older brother will poison you)

And we have to look at the "Oral Torah." These were traditions allegedly given to Moses at Sinai, to explain the Written Laws. Christ was likely a Pharisee himself, although he often disregarded the Oral Torah (picking food on the Sabbath, not doing Abutions before eating, ECT). Or did he? He never actually said anything about the Oral Law, but judging people based on it. Basically, if it works for you, that's fine. But don't judge other people for not needing the hedges you need (and don't judge others for keeping up their hedge, just because you don't need one). Just remember that the Hedges won't save you, but if they make life easier for you, than go for it

If we do accept that it came from Moses (it definitely came before the Babylonian Exile at the least), than that could be more evidence. He could have come up with various rules for himself, and other people took his interpretations as beholden on all. "Moses doesn't write on the Sabbath, so if you write, you're breaking it."

Jesus of Nazareth, Savior & King

I want this to be respectful, but I believe that the Savior is definitely not Neurotypical. This is controversial, but I say it is only controversial because of our view of Jesus. We have the idea that conformity is Holiness (well, not the Tumblr Saints, but I've heard people say that Jesus can't return with a beard because he'd "give the appearance of evil")

But look at Jesus. He disregarded social norms left and right. Letting a sinful women wash his feet, standing between a blood-thirsty crowd & an adulterous woman, whipping corrupt merchants in the Temple. This is only the tip of the iceberg. Christ broke all the norms, and questioned every norm (although, please wash your hands before eating, that's not what he meant)

Neurodiverse People often get overwhelmed when around people. Often after teaching crowds, he retreated to be alone. After a Wedding (cough his own cough cough), he left to be alone in the desert for 40 days (a practice replicated by the Desert Fathers/Mothers, and celebrated every year during Lent). He told people to get away from others to pray deeply, and according to Pres McKay he often meditated (often done alone, and it can help deal with overstimulation)

The Ongoing Restoration: Neurodiversity in the Modern Church

Neurodiversity has only been really understood in the past century. I don't want to officially diagnose anyone in the Scriptures, because: it wasn't a concept (or even a disorder) in that time, and we only have a small window into their lives. "Did King David have ADHD because he was impulsive?" Not up to me to say

But, in my experience, Mormonism is very Neurodiverse. Nearly everyone my age or younger in my Wards were neurodiverse. And many of these people are of Pioneer Heritage (and I've also noticed some traits in my Family History, but that's for when I finish my Family History Project)

I can see why Neurodiverse people would be attracted to the early church. The idea that God isn't just listening, he's answering. The thought that God made us who we are, and made us to have Joy, not by ignoring, but embracing what makes us different. The answer to the Heaven-Hell Dichotomy, which annoyed me before I joined. Exaltation, being made gods. An eternity with the people you want to be with. A clear path forward. Zion, the idea that we should be one in heart, giving a community where we can be loved for who we are, and where we have a framework to show our love. And, as stated above, a respite from Industrial Society which oppressed them (until the railroad...)

I can also see why Neurodiverse People would be drawn away. Maintaining conformity and sameness through shunning, lack of freedom to form opinions (Correlation really was a double edged sword, and this is why I post my Hot Takes), and the embrace of the same issues that caused us to be oppressed in the Industrial Revolution (thanks Benson...)

But let's not forget our origins. Maybe we can't affect widespread change in the Church, but we have a responsibility to make our Wards & Stakes more open and accepting of Neurodiverse Individuals. But, we can't fall to the other extreme, of shunning anyone who is "normal." The Church should be open to everyone, and everyone has their place

I've got ADHD (and possibly Autistic, but I can't get tested), and I'm in the Sunday School Presidency. The President was busy for the First Year, and I basically led the Sunday School in my Ward (I was his only Councilor, and the Teachers were also going through stuff). I was effective at organizing everything until Pres [Redacted] could get to it. But I preferred subbing for the teachers (and was good at it). My place is there: supporting the organization (able to take lead, but preferring not to), and understanding what the individuals need. I'll have other Callings in the Future, but for now, I'm where I belong, and no one else could do what I can. Everyone, Typical & Diverse, needs to find their place, and get the support they need

And remember, suggestions are always welcome. So far, I only have the Sabbath on my list. Maybe a post on Folk Magic, but I'll need to do more research

[hailqiqi]

One Bed(sit)

Happy One Bed Wednesday!!!

Here's my continuation of @sciroccoorion35 first chapter in our Round Robin roommates fic!

Words: 1,373

Read on AO3 here, or under the cut on tumblr.

Previous Chapter

Lockwood wished she hadn’t offered to share the bed.

The floor had been fine. No, really; Lockwood had slept in graveyards, under bridges, and (on one memorable occasion when he was ten) on his feet, wedged between a wall and a dusty wardrobe. He could sleep anywhere and Lucy’s floor really wasn’t that uncomfortable.

It was just…well, in all their long months apart he’d somehow forgotten that the blood of the far North ran through Lucy’s veins. When he’d asked why she’d chosen to live in what was (frankly) an out-of-the-way hovel, she’d shrugged and said, ‘It’s not much, I know, but it’s warm and dry.’

Apparently ‘warm’ had a very different definition where Lucy was from. Her bedsit was bloody freezing. Practically Arctic. Lockwood was flabbergasted at the lack of frost covering the windows. And yet, Lucy slept on, for what felt like hours now.

They’d turned in before midnight – early for agents, true, but it had been a long day after a long night after a long winter, and sitting around in that tiny space with all those elephants in the room had been awkward enough that sleep felt like the more dignified prospect. Lucy must have been as run down as she’d looked since she’d fallen asleep almost immediately, hair splayed on the pillow and expression relaxed and soft in a way that made him want to stay awake and simply gaze at her. It had taken him about thirty minutes to realise how creepy that behaviour was, though, so instead he’d settled down on her floor and tried to sleep.

At first he’d been determined to see it out despite the goosebumps riddling his flesh – after all, he was an agent, and a bloody good one, at that.A little cold was in the job description, and he’d had worse. Eventually he’d caved and added Lucy’s dressing gown to the makeshift floor bed, and then his coat, all the while mentally cursing George’s stubborn refusal to dig out the sleeping bag he knew he had somewhere (‘It doesn’t fit two, though,’ the bastard had said, and no amount of that’s really not necessary had made him budge. In the end, Lockwood had left the house with a pillow and quilt rolled up in a duffel bag after slamming the door on George’s smug smirk).

In the end he’d added any towels he could find as even more extra layers, and was digging through her laundry pile in the dark when his shuffling woke Lucy up. Sharp words were exchanged (another thing he’d forgotten: hell hath no fury like a Lucy freshly-woken), culminating in him being told to ‘Get in the bloody bed, Lockwood.’ And so, at 2 a.m. in the morning, a shivering Anthony Lockwood had crawled into the warmth of Lucy Carlyle’s bed.

Despite his protestations against George’s insinuations, Lockwood had, in fact, dreamt about doing this. If he was going to be honest, he’d pictured himself in Lucy’s bed frequently over the two years of their acquaintance – sometimes as an idle flight of fancy that was quickly quashed with a sledgehammer labelled denial propriety, sometimes as a secret, guilty, pink-tinged fantasy where little sleep was had, and – more recently – often as a bitter, self-flagellating daydream, tainted with the knowledge that it could have been possible if he’d only pulled his head out of his arse a few weeks earlier. Of course, regardless of the other details in the dream, Imaginary-Lockwood had always slept at the other end of the bed with his arms around her lithe form like real lovers do, instead of top-and-tailing like the small children they most definitely were not. Also, Imaginary-Lucy kept her feet well away from his ribcage, and her knees weren’t nearly as sharp.

Imaginary-Lucy’s bed was also a lot more comfortable, whereas Real-Lucy’s bed creaked with every tiny shifting movement, and was so lumpy he felt sure his back was bruising like the proverbial Princess and the Pea. The bed was warm, sure – and Lucy’s body was like a furnace, setting his own skin alight wherever they touched – so the goosebumps were gone and that was pleasant, he supposed. But really, at what cost?

Oh well, it was too late now. Lockwood still had his pride, and he refused to admit defeat twice in one night. (Also, the snarky voice in his brain that sounded like George couldn’t help but point out that it would be much easier to talk himself into sleeping at the other end with Lucy if he stuck with the top-and-tailing first, and Lockwood had built a successful business atop his ability to recognise opportunities when they presented themselves. The rest of him reminded himself quite sternly that that wasn’t the goal here.)

(But it was nice to dream.)

The discomfort was good, actually. Advantageous. The toes at his throat would help him stay awake, and that would mean he could actually fulfil his stated purpose and keep Lucy safe from intruders. They’d piled all of Lucy’s kit against the door, but at the end of the day it was still broken; Lockwood may have had absolute faith in Lucy’s skills, but she had to sleep some time and, at the end of the day, she was an attractive girl living alone. He’d have preferred it if she’d agreed to sleep at his place, but then Lucy was nothing if not stubborn.

Then again, at 35 Portland Row there was nothing stopping her from sneaking out in the middle of the night to throttle that Mailer boy, and well…it was Lucy. Of course she’d been rather calm about her bedsit being ransacked – shaken, naturally, but she’d kept her head straight and simply gotten on with things, an attitude that Lockwood had always thought of as her MO. Alas, in recent months he’d had to accept that her actual MO was to remain rather calm and practical in poor circumstances and then to continue remaining rather calm and practical while pulling some batshit crazy stunt like ‘running away to London’ or ‘sneaking out in the middle of the night to go freelance’.

He shoved at one of Lucy’s errant limbs (how many of them did she have?) and rolled onto his side to stare resolutely at the broken door in the dim half-light. Yes, it was better this way. Even if he did fall asleep, he was close enough that Lucy wouldn’t be able to sneak out on him again, so the bed was superior to the floor in all ways, mattress and girl be damned. After all, he was Anthony John Lockwood, and he would not be cowed by some slight dis–

A sudden kick to the jaw sent pain lancing through his skull, leaving him reeling as Lucy continued to squirm, her foot finding his throat and then his ear before she settled half sprawled on her front, one knee digging into his stomach. She let out a gentle sigh, and then whispered – clear as day in the darkness – ‘Goldfish in the newspaper.’

Wounded, sore, and annoyed, Lockwood propped himself up on his elbows and stared.

Lucy’s lips were slightly parted, her expression serene, looking nothing short of a goddess in the quiet night. At that moment, though, Lockwood wanted nothing more than to commit a little blasphemy and shove her bodily off of her lumpy, creaky mattress, consequences be damned. He should be on the floor. He should be back in Marylebone, for fuck’s sake, comfortable and warm and unmolested in his own bed. Yet here he lay, frustration building, unable to tear himself away and asking: Why her? Why her? Lockwood prided himself on his rational thought, logical decisions and carefully-weighted actions; as well as, of course, his looks. And there were so many girls in London, surely it would have been a trivial matter to fall for one a little more sane and a little less…Lucy.

But then Lucy let out a gentle sigh, snuggling into her pillow with a whisper of his name, and all was forgiven because Lockwood was, apparently, pathetic.

He thumped back down against his pillow, shoving her legs to the side to make space. The clock read 3 a.m. It was going to be a long night.

[grapenehifics]

Countdown to Chapter One!

My fellow Obikins: I am very, VERY excited to share my next fic with you. Some of you may remember a fic of mine called An Uncivil War, the first chapter of which I posted on AO3 almost exactly a year ago, in May of 2023, and wrapped up that July. At the time, I mentioned to a number of people in the comments that I was already partway through the sequel (An Uncivil War is listed as part one of a three-part series, Can't Stop the Suns), and that I hoped to have Part II ready to go by end of 2023.

Well, that obviously didn't happen. I started looking at February 2024. That didn't happen either. I pushed it to April. April has come and gone. May, though! May I am going to make happen! May 27th, 2024, to be exact. Chapter one of Pick Up the Pieces, a.k.a. part 2 of Can't Stop the Suns, a.k.a. the sequel to An Uncivil War, a.k.a. the thing I have been writing on and off for more than three years now, is going up on AO3. (Excerpt and way more ramblings below the cut.)

A) I wanted to make this announcement in advance because I'm just really excited to share this fic. Parts of it I've posted on Tumblr as WIP Wednesdays, but most of it I've tried to keep under wraps until it's ready and, frankly, I really want to talk about it!

B) @palfriendpatine66 specifically asked for a heads-up before I started posting, but I figured I'd share publicly in case anyone else has the same desire to read (or re-read) part one before starting part two. May 27th is the day!

I do want to say, though - prior knowledge of An Uncivil War is NOT required to understand or enjoy this fic. If you haven't read An Uncivil War, I would really love it if you did! I'm enormously proud of it and love, love, love talking about it. But I also don't want anyone to not give Pick Up the Pieces a try, assuming they were otherwise interested, because they're worried they won't understand what's going on. If you want to jump in, make sure you read the tags and the summary, and by the time you get to chapter three you should have a pretty good grounding in what happened previously. Obviously there are some little details here and there you'll miss but for the most part you should be okay. I did try to make it as accessible as possible.

C) Thirdly - mostly as a reward for reading this far - I thought it would be fun, over the next three Wednesdays, to give a sneak peek of one of the later chapters, because I've really missed doing regular WIP Wednesdays for this fic (for the aforementioned secrecy reasons).

The main part of the fic is set during what would have been the final year of the Clone Wars, except we take a departure from canon during the season 5 episode The Wrong Jedi and diverge off-course from there. Mixed in with that, though, are flashback chapters, covering some portion of Anakin's years as Obi-Wan's Padawan, which have just been a blast to write. They go in roughly chronological order, and this one in particular is set when Anakin is 17. I'll post a little bit today, the next part a week from today, the final section the week after that, and then you'll get the rest of it when chapter ten goes up in the actual fic :)

Chapter Ten preview starts below:

“Uh…” Anakin looked down at his cards and bit his lip. “Hit me?” he asked tentatively. The three other players around the table blinked slowly back at him. He reached out and flipped the top card of the table deck over, letting the rest of the players see it. “Damnit,” he hissed through his teeth.

“Tough luck, boy,” boomed the Besalisk on Anakin’s right, the one he was most worried about getting a peek at his cards. “That makes twenty-two.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Anakin snapped, frustrated. He tossed his cards face-down in front of him. “Don’t remind me.”

Anakin was losing, and quite badly at that. He really needed to slow down and stop the bleeding or Obi-Wan was going to catch him not only gambling, but totally out of credits, too, and he would not be happy about it.

“I’m going to take a break,” Anakin said suddenly, standing up so quickly his chair squeaked. “I’ll sit out this round. Be right back.” He scooped the (very meager) pile of credits he had left to his name into his hand and pocketed them before walking away. What he really wanted to do was take a quick minute to check the chronometer strapped to his wrist without any of them seeing him do it, but needing to take a walk was as good an excuse as any.

He didn’t leave the Castle (Takodana was a little too humid for Anakin’s liking), just took a slow lap around the edges of it, checking out the other gambling tables, the billiards games, the tourists, the regulars, the spacers, the spice runners, the spice addicts, the smugglers. The people who, if he hadn’t become a Jedi, probably would have been his friends and his enemies, his rivals, his contemporaries. His lovers, maybe.

The lower levels of Takodana Castle had once been an ancient Jedi temple, a fact Obi-Wan had mentioned rather a few more times than strictly necessary on their trip over from Coruscant. It had been built on the site of an even more ancient battleground, where Jedi and Sith had fought one another centuries – maybe a millennia – ago. The Jedi had won, that time, and built the original Takodana Temple as a kind of memorial. Anakin let the tips of his fingers trail over the wet, warm stone walls as he walked, feeling to see if he could catch any whispers of the old voices. Old hurts, old betrayals, old war wounds…

He had started doing this thing, about a year or so back. He had discovered, largely by accident (not that Jedi were supposed to believe in accidents, just The Will of the Force, and all that), that he could, rather paradoxically, up the ante on his meditation skills by upping the ante on his distractions. He’d been filling in for Obi-Wan, who was supposed to have been taking a turn sitting in with a group of the youngest Younglings but had been called away at the last minute (or so he had said, at least; Anakin still wasn’t totally sure he believed him). Anakin had tried to keep to the Younglings’ schedule, which included a quarter of an hour of daily mandated meditation time. Younglings not being particularly good at meditation (they were worse at it than Anakin was, which was really saying something), they’d lasted only about half that time before starting to get fidgety. It had started small – a few coughs here and there, a couple of giggles, wiggling on their mats – and then had progressed from there to full-blown chaos. Anakin was supposed to be setting an example, though, and was determined to sit still, keep his eyes closed, and ignore everything that wasn’t an outright cry for medical attention until the allotted time was up.

What he had found, though, was that it was actually one of his better meditation sessions. The noisier the room got, the more relaxed Anakin got. He’d eventually opened his eyes to find one Youngling on his lap, another chewing on his Padawan braid, and a third hanging from the ceiling rafters, but had felt…calm and at peace and a little floaty, but also grounded, connected to the Force, the air, even the children. He’d asked Obi-Wan about it later that night over dinner. Obi-Wan had suggested they meditate over it, which made Anakin roll his eyes because he already had meditated today, that was the whole thing he wanted to talk to Obi-Wan about, and how much meditation did a person need every day, really? But after they ate he’d dutifully sat down across from Obi-Wan and closed his eyes anyway. Obi-Wan had reached out and taken Anakin’s hands in his, which almost made up for the double meditation session. (Almost.)

And then, just as Anakin was starting to settle into something resembling regulating his breathing, something hard and poky had slammed into the side of his head.

“Ow!” he’d said, reflexively, and opened his eyes. Obi-Wan’s datapad was lying on the floor beside him. Obi-Wan himself was still sitting serenely, holding Anakin’s hands.

“What the kriff did you do that for?” Anakin demanded.

“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan had said, without opening his eyes, “I thought you said you liked having distractions while you meditated.”

“Not painful ones!” Anakin shot back.

“Apologies.” The holopad, from the floor, flicked on and started replaying whatever the last thing either of them had watched on it, which happened to be a nature documentary about tee-muss. “Is that better?”

Anakin grumbled about it, but he had, sort of, asked for this, and admitting defeat now would be both embarrassing and would necessitate him letting go of Obi-Wan’s hands, so he closed his eyes and tried again.

Of course, the first thing he had to do was release the pain in his head into the Force, but once he’d done that, he found that, once again, sifting through his distractions was easier when he actually had distractions to sift through. He let the migratory patterns of wild tee-muss go, and felt Obi-Wan squeeze his hands. “Good, Anakin,” he murmured softly, so quietly Anakin almost couldn’t hear him over the documentary narrator. “That’s very good.” (Anakin had replayed the moment in his head, putting that voice of Obi-Wan’s into different and much more…naked contexts, so many times since then that he could get hard just thinking about it, now.)

So Anakin had started to experiment, on and off. He turned the holoprojector on in their rooms while he was meditating. He sat in the corner of the refectory and meditated during mealtimes. Once, he tried meditating during galactic history class, but his teacher had ratted him out to Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan had told him not to do that anymore. And, now, he wanted to see if he could do it while inside Takodana Castle on a bustling summer afternoon.

To be continued next Wednesday!

[judebert]

Deserving is Fake

That "deserving is fake and death is bad" Tumblr post really changed me. I was watching Encanto (again) and realized (in bed hours later) that everything fits for this to be the main theme!

In the opening song, while Mirabel introduces us to the Family Madrigal, Abuelita gets a verse. Instead of the main tune, she sings to the tune of Dos Orugitas saying:

We swear to always Help those around us (that's cool) And earn the miracle (wait, hold on) That somehow found us

Dos Orugitas, you may recall, plays near the end when Abuelita is reliving the trauma of bigots destroying the town and killing Abuelito, implying that these sentiments are fueled by that same trama. But she's also coming to terms with the fact that she has torn her family apart and lost their miracle.

There is no way to earn a miracle. (See also: Elemental.) Nobody can possibly deserve security, healing, control, knowledge, strength, or beauty any more than everyone else - in which case everyone deserves it, and then deserving doesn't really mean anything.

Abuelita did not "deserve" to lose her husband and home. She did not "deserve" to be delivered to a place of security, or to pass gifts to her family. She believes they must share these gifts (which is great) but she also believes they must be perfect to deserve them (which is... yikes). Over the course of the movie, trying to earn the miracle breaks the family, Casita, and the Encanto.

No one deserves either suffering or miracles. Pain and joy simply exist, often together. Mirabel embraces this philosophy when she points out:

We were saved because of you. We were given a miracle, because of you. We are a family, because of you.

She doesn't minimize, forgive, or heal Abuelita's trauma. True to her name, she sees the beauty that is already in Abuelita. Dos Orugitas goes on to say "you are already miracles".

On this lesson, that deserving is meaningless and we are (and have) miracles without earning anything, the family and community rebuild Casita and the Encanto. They accept the extraordinary without the need to earn it in this exchange:

Mirabel: I like the new foundation Abuelita: It isn't perfect Mirabel: Neither are we Abuelita: That's true

With this new realization, the miracle is restored and Casita is reborn!

Anyway. Deserving is fake and death is bad.

[rigatoniiiiiiii]

I posted this before but tumblr was being weird so I had to delete and then repost ^^’

So im curious about what R, Y, B, and G could have seen in the black hole during episode 30.

what do we know about the void?

- we know it’s mostly empty, except for the individual and a place/symbol of emotional importance to the person.

A good example of this is mango’s void, where it’s only him and an empty house, a place where mango spent most of his time planning vengeace and festering in rage and grief.

- usually the subject of the void has to deal with some sort of regret or inner struggle. For mango, it was his empty lonely house, with only himself and the angry violent pictures scribbled on the wall.

For purple, it was a completely dark and empty space, with the only light highlighting them and the petals falling around them. A reminder that they are completely alone, no father around and a dead mother.

- each of these voids/spaces are likely places where their deepest and most hurtful thoughts manifest their surroundings. And it’s hard to break through to these spaces, but it can be done, as mango demonstrated.

So, given what we know, what would RGBY’s voids be like? They were also in the void for a brief period of time before second was able to save the day, so what would they have seen?

Of course it’s all hypothetical, but I think it presents an interesting way to try and visualize and analyze each of the CG’s flaws and insecurities, and how they might find hope in response to that.

Reblog/share your theories!! I think this is very interesting. I’ll put my personal ideas under the cut, but go wild :)

Red: I think Red’s void would be about their character flaw of rushing into situations without thinking/letting others know about mews plan, and how their friende get hurt as a result of that. It could also be about how Red’s feelings have been continually dismissed by the CG (but specifically Second) and how Red feels because of that.

Blue: xer space would involve guilt over indirectly causing harm to his friends. Between the many accidents with potions, the nether incedents, the witch event, and starting off the S3 arc, he probably feels like xes done a lot of damage. Maybe he is afraid that they will get hurt/reject xem because of this.

Yellow: in past episodes, yellow’s power in situations has come from knowledge. For example, theres the entire arcade game episode, the lucky block episode, redstone, learning to fight with a command block. Yellow always wants to learn more, and the result of that curiosity and intelligence is the ability to help/give to yellows friends. So it would stand to reason that yellow would be very insecure and helpless in a situation where yellow couldn’t learn anything. There is no knowledge to be gained, no secret code or strategy to find a way out. But yellow can see the CG being hurt, and yet yellow is powerless and can’t help them. I imagine yellow would feel absolutely helpless.

Green: im.. honestly not too sure about green? It feels like there’s a lot to work with, and not enough to work with. I dont feel i have a good enough grasp on his character/insecurities. Some possible ideas i had were the amount of times green has died, or greens flaw of being a bit too show-offy. Green is definetly one I would like to hear everyone’s thoughts about!

And i know second didn’t get voided, so its even more hypothetical, but i think if second DID fall into the black hole, their space would either be about their powers (which would be confusing and distressing for him), about all their friends dying again like in the showdown and second being powerless to stop it, or maybe even himself being the reason its friends are hurt. However I also think second would be the first to break out of its void, and the first to get to their friends and bring them together, and tell them how much he cares for them, no matter what the void showed.

Anyways yeah thank you for reading!! Just some thoughts I had :) im curious to hear everyone’s theories!

Tagging @lunafandoms !

[chainsandmorechains]

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧...mortal? Alien? Female maybe? Then male? None of the two? An attack helicopter you say?

You know what, I don't care just be yourself.

So now that you know that I don't care about your possible gender, race, as well as your sexual orientation and that you will probably not interrupt me again in my speech.

𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘨h 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 let's continue.

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐦...

𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫, I am your friendly neighborhood crazy human with a god complex and domination issues.

During my long life...22 years is long I swear...I gathered quite the selection of fetishes and kinks, from domination (of course domination, did you read the title of the blog ? What were you expecting !?) to worship, passing by sadism and adoration...

In this cozy place, you will have the honor to find some pieces of media I enjoyed, read my majestic ramblings about all kinds of unholy subjects, and of course talk to the great me with the uses of dm's or by simply diving head first into my pool of knowledge.

Pretty cool right

Of course, the aforementioned benefits come with their batch of rules.

First and foremost if you wish to contact me you shall respect me and my limits, which are, myself being dominated...this is a big no, and something I would rather die than experience, and the second is sharing...I may or may not have issues with possessiveness...also if it wasn't clear until now minors aren't accepted too.

Actually, they aren't even allowed in this place before they gather experiences, and values, therefore reaching suitable age...but please, we're on the internet...who would believe that there aren't minors watching the dark parts of Tumblr.

At least I can ban them in messages, they are pretty easy to recognize by their...particular writing and mannerism.

Do that and you will be treated with the respect you deserve.

Secondly, you shall respect others.

This place is a free place to share your views and opinions, you can engage in hours-long debates with other persons in comments, or with the use of tags that's great and I encourage that, I will even participate.

But debating isn't insulting their whole family of horny rabbits willing to suck every dick of the animal kingdom just because they said something that you didn't agree with.

Don't respect that and you will be smitten with the blocking hammer.

That is all you need to sacrifice to enjoy the wonder of my cozy abode.

Of course it's only if you're undisturbed by dark kinks.

I would have warned you, the rest is in your hands.

[lavenoon]

Woke from a nightmare n decided to check Tumblr before passing out again. I saw you mentioned wanting more Eclipse Asks 👀

Please please please tell us more about the boy :0 I would love to know more about that tall fidgeting mess of a man!

Okie now I go pass out again, cyaaaa o/ 💤

@naffeclipse

I have been enabled.

Eclipse, in short, is a mess. He copes well enough, but his insecurities have been there from the beginning - they were predestined, with how he came to be.

Sun and Moon used to have a shared mode, before they decided it would be better for their sanity to just let the other do his thing and remain in rest mode. It was a blend of their AIs, making verbal communication unnecessary. Immediate understanding and combined planning skills, it did help them out of a few pickles (though they didn't get into too many, before this job).

And technically, they can still enter that mode.

They don't, because continued use of that "Eclipse" mode, with that blend of AIs where not even their system could differentiate where one ends and one begins, caused their AI to split into three one time.

Eclipse came into existence, trapped within a mind that wasn't his own, a miracle in a way, but received with shock and hostility. Neither of them expected him, least of all he himself!

That's why he's so curious, with that insatiable thirst for knowledge. If he's possible, what else might be? What else might be out there, ready to be found? Ready to be created?

But of course, there's the insecurity. The terrible need to compete with his brothers to prove himself vs the endless fear of falling short compared to them, again and again. He got them their job but what they do he'll never be good at, he's the taller one with more limbs but his battery is spotty at best, barely keeping him together well enough. They didn't want him in their head, and he didn't want to be in their head, and they got him a rush-job of a body (that I'll get to, too). They're all happy with the separation, but none of them were happy with the need for one.

Even if everyone wants him to have his own body, it's hard not to feel rejected, hard not to feel unwanted. The lingering tension remains even after the separation, and only exacerbates the problem. They don't want him, even when he's his own person. They pushed him out, because he'll never be good enough for them. They're all he has, and he is so so scared of them never accepting him. Maybe they just tolerate him, because they feel responsible - but would they choose him, if they ever had the option? Between his existence and non-existence, which one would they opt for? He's scared to ask.

It's tense, this relationship with his brothers. He pretends to be unaffected, like any younger sibling may pretend the approval of their older, cooler siblings may not matter. But he craves it so much. He wants to be wanted, wants to be accepted, wants to be loved - who doesn't?

Sun and Moon don't hate him. They're not quite sure, at first, but he is their little (annoying) brother. They care for him, want him to be safe, and when push comes to shove, they'd help him out no question. "No you can't wear my shirt but I'll help you hide a body" sibling dynamic.

There's also some guilt, at first - he wasn't meant to exist, and his AI was a strange mix of theirs and his few own experiences. Faulty, some might say, not fully developed. But he's doing fine these days, if a little clueless about social cues and a bit too happy to set things on fire, so the guilt really disappeared. It's better for Eclipse, too - he really hated being pitied for existing.

It gets a bit better when they live apart, because they don't serve as constant reminders for each other. Eclipse still has his brothers with him - the necklace I drew him with was not a coincidence, even if he claims that "a combined Sun and Moon pendant just means Eclipse. It's a me necklace".

Still makes sure they're okay, developing gloves for them that give them that extra grip during parkour, and making sure all his little gadgets make it to them. (And if they get some confidential blueprints in the mail for their own little workshop, well, he always was loose-lipped for someone without lips) (He needs them to be okay. This is how he can make sure - and if they build his designs, well, that's approval, too, right?)

Sun and Moon also are still there for him. They play up the annoyance sometimes, but they do care for him.

Especially considering that well, his "health" issues are kind of their fault. The body was a rush job - he has "narcolepsy", or rather the animatronic equivalent. The lower his battery goes, the higher the chance that his system will recognize it as dangerously low, and push him into rest mode. He always makes sure to be fully charged for work, because even if the rest mode spells only take a few moments to a minute, it's risky in a lab environment to randomly pass out.

He's saving for a replacement - but it's slow going, with all the other repairs he necessitates and with all the fun things to buy in the world. He's just a bit of a hoarder, attracted by colorful and shiny things, and of course, anything he can fidget with.

Him and Y/N... They're good, really! But despite all the cues he misses, it's glaringly obvious that his brothers are very interested, so he just isn't. Not romantically, at least. He's not interested in fighting that battle, only losing to his brothers who live and work with them, so rather inserts himself into a unique role that his brothers don't already fill. But they like him, they accept him, and at times even seek him out - first about inventions and gadgets, then about funny stories (dirt) about Sun and Moon, and then just to chat sometimes. It reassures him that even with them in the picture, he's not out of it, partly due to their own efforts to include him

They're all four a family, with time. Having Y/N in the mix lightens the mood, and keeps them all from constantly thinking about all what was, and instead enjoy the moment, or even plan for the future.

With Moon being the only one who doesn't lie about scars, any family reunions are hell for him while he's out - because Eclipse and Y/N are just inventing crazier and crazier stories, that somehow are totally unrelated to the real cause of the scars they sport, "For the bit, Moon, it's for the bit" "He wouldn't get it, don't try" "Can't appreciate a good story. He's still mad I got creative before". By then it's not even like they try to convince anyone, they just think of it like a creative exercise!

Sun and Moon may act a little annoyed that Eclipse and Y/N get along so well, but they realize quickly that their brother isn't interested in their little rival like that, and then it's just... A relief. The two people in their life they can't imagine living without get along, why would they complain? They may enable each other, and someone should keep an eye on where the fire extinguisher is, but they're glad things are looking up for their little family, at last

And they'll all be okay, with time <3

[soffiisims]

Introduction and disclaimer!

Hi, hey, hello!

I thought I would do a little introduction and a disclamer post for you who have stumbled upon this tumblr page.

I made this tumblr to share my version of the ultimate decades challenge. I don't always follow the rules and also some of the historical events are going to play off little bit differently. The main thing is, that I'm trying to represet the history of Finland, or the area that would later be called Finland (Finland didn't exist as a country until 1917). Same things that affected United States, or some other country, may not have affected the area of Finland the same way. But of course as in any other country, in Finland there have been territorial differences in historical events.

Also

I am not by any means a historian. I have done research of course and I am interested in history, but I won't be as accurate as I wish I would be. I don't have all the knowledge and I will be making mistakes (so do not take this as a history lesson, kids). And the Sims 4 is a game after all, so the complete accuracy wouldn't even be possible. So I am sorry about that.

Lastly

I am playing out historical events, so this legacy is rated PG-13. The stories have and will consist issues like gender, childbirth, death, war, hunger, illness, injuries, religion, class, inequality, sexuality, sexism, alcohol, drugs and smoking. If any of these themes triggers you or you find them uncomfortable, please beware. I'm not here to offend anyone or to make anyone feel uneasy. I'm just here to tell a story and learn a thing or two about history.

Hopefully you will enjoy this legacy!

Sofi

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