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[free-luigi-mangione]

Oh, jury selection is extremely complicated. I’ve found the topic interesting since before Luigi’s case came along.

So jury selection relies pretty heavily on demographic sampling and stereotyping, but again as with humans there are no guarantees. This is something lawyers on both side of the aisle only pick up with experience I guess.

I remember reading about this defence attorney who once said that if his client is a rapist, he tries to get conservative older women with sons on the jury. This shocked me because you’d think the defence would want more men on a jury prosecuting a literal rapist, but turns out women are overall more forgiving of sexual crimes as well, even when committed against their own gender. Them being conservative = more likely to victim blame, them having sons = “boys will be boys”, they often worry the lives of their own sons could be ruined what they don’t think is a big deal.

He added that there’s a racial component here though, a middle aged white mom is not about to go easy on a black defendant accused of raping a white girl. Again, very heavy stereotyping but ultimately both sides want to win.

I also remember reading that jury members from detail oriented professions are tricky to deal with because they need guilt to be proven beyond a reasonable doubt, and require a higher burden of proof than your average juror.

Jurors from a healthcare background are assumed to be compassionate and on the side of “social justice” rather than a cut-and-dry verdict pertaining only to the facts of the case. However, this does not include those at the top of the profession like surgeons because those guys tend to display higher levels of Dark Triad traits and are more likely to relish in a harsh punishment, as long as it’s not a crime they could see themselves committing.

Like previous anon said, for his federal case they’ll actively be filtering for people who think the death penalty is acceptable. I have MAGA relatives who’ve suffered claim denials the same as the rest of the country but still do not have enough sympathy for Luigi to vote not guilty. I mean this is the country where Google searches for “did Joe Biden drop out” skyrocketed on Election Day.

NY is the best possible location for a crime like this to be tried, and I still think LWOP is more probable than execution, but I’m not holding my breath for jury nullification tbh. It’s very far fetched, even in a case as unique as this.

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i'll just post this because i learnt a lot of new things and i'm kinda horrified about a lot of things but that's beyond my control so... *deep sigh*

[watermelonlovershigh]

Aftercare {part. 15} (housemate!harry series) (SMUT)

Long Awaited Punishment {part. 14} (housemate!harry series) (SMUT)

AN: disclaimer- i've never been in subspace so i have no real experience with what it's truly like. in this chapter i'm writing how i've seen others write about it and based off some things i've read. so it may not be 100% accurate but that's okay because this story is made up anyways. i hope you enjoy and don't forget to leave your feedback. xoxo

This story contains: aftercare, talks of anal sex (pegging), subspace, male sub/female dom, crying, peeing (in a toilet, of course), comfort

{ housemate!harry - boyfriendrry - softrry - au!harry - subrry - dom!reader }

word count- 2,664

After a night of dominated Harry, you give him great aftercare with a relaxing bath and your nurturing demeanor.

Previously-

You slowly remove the strap-on from his body, which causes him to cry out more intensely for a moment, and then you carefully pull your end out as well. Despite feeling just as drained as you believe Harry is, you understand that the dominant role comes with responsibilities. The key responsibility is aftercare, and you conclude that the first step in providing aftercare tonight is to help Harry calm down.

-Continuing

You adjust your position on the bed, moving so you're no longer behind Harry, allowing him to see you and recognize your presence. His eyes remain closed, tears streaming down his face and soaking the pillow beneath him. You lean closer, softly caressing his wet cheek with your gentle hands. "Shh, it's okay. You did such a good job, baby. It's okay. I'm gonna take care of you now."

Your words have not yet registered in Harry's mind, but the gentle sound of your voice causes his eyes to open slightly. He stares at you, and it's evident that he's not entirely present; he seems to be in a state of subspace. His gaze appears to look past you rather than directly at you. While you may not have extensive knowledge of subspace, you're committed to helping Harry return to the moment. You want to provide him with lots of cuddles and let him know how safe he is with you.

The first step into helping him come back down to earth is a nice bath, you think. It'll also be beneficial because you both are actually sweaty and need to wash off the smell of sex from your bodies. As you go to climb out of bed, Harry mutters his first words since entering an alternate state of mind. "No, don't leave me."

You turn to face him as he clutches your wrist, and the look on Harry's face is nearly one of alarm. "Hey, hey," you reassure him, "I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I’m just going to run a bath for us, alright? I’ll return shortly." Harry hesitantly releases your wrist, his gaze following you as you step out of your bedroom, heading off to an unknown location. Even though you had just informed him of your plans, he struggled to hear you clearly, as the intensity of his orgasm still reverberates in his ears.

In a brisk manner, you enter the only bathroom in the house and turn on the bathtub. You hastily hang up two towels on the rack beside the bathtub and set the soaps you'll need on the edge of the tub. Once the water is running, you return to your room where you find Harry crying on your bed, lying on his back, unclothed and exposed.

He had finally stopped crying before you left to get the bath ready, so him crying once again has you worrying. Stepping to the side of the bed, you ask slowly, "Harry, why the tears? Everything's okay."

With his hearing slowly coming back, he's able to understand your words enough to answer, "You......you left me." Another sob leaves his throat and it brings tears to your own eyes. You know he's only acting this way because of how intense everything just was but it still saddens you to see him so upset.

You climb back onto the bed and straddle Harry. You then lean down to wrap him in a tight embrace. Initially, his arms lie loosely at his sides on the mattress, but he eventually raises them to encircle your back. He truly needed this moment of comfort. The weight of your body helps to anchor him in reality, and the sensation of your naked skin against his intensifies his feelings of vulnerability.

"Shhh, I'm right here. I have the bath running for us. Would you like to join me and relax?" Harry gives a timid nod in response. You carefully detach yourself from atop his body, which he seems to dislike, and take hold of his large hands, aiding him in rising from the bed. He's initially a bit unsteady, his mind still disoriented, but with your help he soon finds his balance and walks toward the bathroom with you.

As you start to lead him towards the now filled tub and turn the tap off, Harry stops you and quietly inquires, "Um, can I have a wee first? Gotta wee."

You smile up at your boyfriend with affection and answer, "Yeah, of course. I'll step out to give....."

Before you could finish, he blurts, "No, don't leave. S'...... turn away, I guess." The last thing Harry wants is for you to leave him again. He doesn't care that he has to pee, in his current state of mind, there's no embarrassment in his body.

Turning around, you find yourself staring at the floral wallpaper while unintentionally hearing the sound of Harry pissing in the toilet. After what seems like an excessively long time, Harry finishes and flushes before you turn back to help him step into the tub. You enter first, allowing Harry to follow, which allows his body to lean against yours. While the tub is not particularly large, it offers just enough room for both of you to relax and move around without discomfort.

As the warm water envelops you both, Harry lets out a sigh, surrendering to the comfort that surrounds him. The warmth of the bath water, your body resting against his back, and the gentle scratching of your fingers on his scalp create a peaceful setting. He's nearly asleep when you speak softly, "Hey, don’t fall asleep on me. I need you to come back to me, alright Harry?"

Although Harry continues to experience a slight mental haze, he predominantly feels as though he's returned to reality. His thoughts are becoming clearer, and he's beginning to recall the majority of the events from this evening. However, the manner in which you're currently treating him makes him want remain in a submissive mindset for a bit longer. But, he understands that he should let you know he's back, present mentally, to avoid causing you any more concern. You've never observed anyone in a state of subspace before.

"M' back, baby. Just really like it when you talk to me all soft and baby me. Feels nice."

You sigh in relief. "Thank God, you worried me there for a second. With all your crying."

"I cried?" Harry turns his head from where it rests on your chest and questions.

"You don't remember, Harry? What do you remember?"

Turning back around to face forward, he pauses to gather his thoughts before replying, "I remember you teasin' me. Then you briefly sat on my face. After that, you fucked me so hard I came from both my cock and my prostate. Then my memory jumps to havin' a wee and gettin' in the tub where we are now." It appears Harry blacked out following his orgasm, which is quite fascinating. You wonder if there will ever come a time when you can enter subspace with him, if you're even able to. You know not everyone can get into a subspace.

"You had a prostate orgasm? Didn't know that was possible."

"Hh-mh, some men can, others can't. Though technically all men can achieve one, it's a matter of stimulatin' it just right and allowin' your body to embrace the stimulation. Why do you think I like anal sex so much? Yeah I enjoyed havin' sex with men and the presence of a male figure because m' attracted to them, but really anyone can fuck me and if done right, it feels so - fuckin' - good, man or women. Even fucked myself in the past. Doesn't feel as good but it's good enough."

While you recline against the tub, Harry positioned in front of you, you quietly take in his words. The exploration of anal sex for men is a captivating topic in your opinion. In your past relationships and hookups, the men you were with typically shunned any contact with their bums, associating it with being gay. Most men are determined to avoid any accusations of being seen as gay. Because of their stubborn ways of viewing things, they remain unaware that if they were to try anal sex, they might find it quite enjoyable, especially if it's as pleasurable as Harry says it can be.

In all honesty, you probably wouldn't have had any desire to participate in giving anal to your previous partners. The only reason you were open in doing so with Harry is that you feel at ease around him and are confident in his hygiene practices. Otherwise, you would have kept your distance from that aspect of Harry as well.

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After a few minutes of silence, you become aware that the water is cooling down and decide it's time to actually wash up before settling into bed. You sit up from your position against the back of the tub to retrieve the soap, which causes Harry to also sit up. In doing so, he lets out a sharp hiss, prompting you to worry. "Are you okay, H? Are you hurting anywhere?" Given the intensity of your actions tonight, it wouldn't be unexpected for him to experience some soreness in his joints and, other areas.

Feeling slightly embarrassed, Harry admits, "M' bums a bit sore, s'all. But it's not your fault. It typically happens when I get fucked or pegged as well as havin' gotten spanked. It'll go away in a day or two."

Despite the lingering worry within you, you accept his reassuring words and start applying soap to the washcloth. Once the cloth is well-lathered, you begin gliding it over his body, though there's certain areas he has to wash on his own due to your position behind him. After making sure his body is clean, you take the old cup located by the tub and drizzle water over Harry's head to wet his hair. You're uncertain why you opted to cleanse his body first, but it doesn't matter at this point.

Ensuring his hair is nicely wet, you take a generous amount of shampoo and apply it to your hands before working it into his brown locks. In your effort to pamper him, you massage your soapy fingers into his scalp, prompting Harry to moan softly. When you feel you've given his scalp enough attention, you lift the cup again and instruct Harry to lean his head back to keep the soap out of his eyes. He follows your directions, just as he did in the bedroom earlier, leaning back as you carefully rinse the shampoo from his hair.

Once you've finish bathing him, you swiftly wash your own body before pulling the drain plug and aiding each other in standing up in the tub. You're the first to step out, taking your towel off the hook to dry yourself off before wrapping it around your naked body. You then take Harry's towel and move towards the shivering, tattooed man. Assisting him onto the bath mat, you ask, "Are you cold, baby?"

Nodding as his teeth chatter, he stands there while you dry his wet body off. "Ye...yeah."

When Harry's body is completely dry and his hair is only damp, you ask another question. "Do you wanna wear a pair of briefs or sleep naked?"

"Naked, please." Of course he'd choose sleeping naked.

With your towel still secured around your body and Harry's towel held tightly in your hands, you open the bathroom door to discover an adorable sight at your feet. Harry's cat Pixie is comfortably sprawled out on the floor just outside the bathroom door. It seems she's been patiently waiting for you to emerge so that she could receive some affection. Upon noticing his cat, Harry lets out a soft coo, bending down to pick her up.

"Pixie, sweetheart, were you waitin' for us? Have we failed to give you the attention you deserve this evenin'? M' sorry. Mummy gave me all the attention tonight and she's so sorry too." Your eyes nearly pop in disbelief when you hear Harry refer to you as the mother of his cat. You don't dislike being called Pixie's mum. In fact, your affection for Pixie has grown immensely since you've been living in Harry's home. However, the reference makes you envision a time when that cat is a human baby, and he calls you mummy because you truly are a mother to a child you've brought into existence.

Snapping out of those thoughts, you smile up at Harry as he gently holds Pixie in his arms and proceeds to follow you to his room. The decision to sleep in his bedroom for the night is probably influenced by the state of your bed, which is soaked with bodily fluids, and your current fatigue giving you no energy to deal with that situation tonight. Thus, you'll be sleeping in Harry's room. Which is fine because you often flip back and forth between sleeping in your room or his.

While he walks around the bed completely naked, his cat still in his embrace, the slight limp in his walk is hard to miss, presumably due to his sore bum. You can't help it when you let out a laugh, prompting Harry to look at you from where he stands on the right side of his bed. "What? What's s' funny?"

"It's just..... your walk. Looks like you've......"

Harry interrupts you, completing your sentence with a sleepy grin. "Looks like v' what? Been fucked in the ass? Because I did get fucked in the ass, by my hot, sexy, confident, girlfriend." He sets Pixie down softly at the foot of the bed, where she curls into a tight ball. You let your towel fall away as both of you slip beneath the duvet, naked and vulnerable only to each other. A worry crosses your mind that Pixie may get scarred seeing so much nakedness, but Harry assures you that she's seen far worse things than just naked people and that's something you'd rather not think about.

As you reach to turn off the lamp that sits on the nightstand beside the bed, you're taken aback when Harry shifts over and lays half his body on top of you. Although you don't mind the closeness, a little warning would have been appreciated. His head rests on your right collarbone, with a significant portion of his body draped over you, his right leg positioned between your legs. He casually throws his right arm over your left shoulder, gently tracing the soft, bare skin in a calming manner.

Before Harry drifts off to sleep, you whisper in the dark room, "I love you. Hope you enjoyed tonight and I hope I took care of you enough after, when you were in, um, subspace."

With his eyes shut, Harry murmurs in response, "You were incredible, m'love. The sex, the aftercare, everythin' was perfect. You attended to my needs so well while you were in control and even afterwards in the bathtub. But, just wait; my turn is comin' up. I plan to have you wear those vibratin' panties you purchased throughout the day, teasin' and edgin' you, before I completely rock your world in the bedroom."

You smile at his sweet words but then lose the smile after hearing his promise to you. "Not in the ass though, right?"

"Hm? Me fuckin' you in the ass?" You hum a yes and Harry continues, "Well, not unless you want me to. I can, but I honestly wasn't even thinkin' of that when I said I was gonna rock your world. We'd only do what you're comfortable with."

"Yeah, I'd need some time to think about letting you try anal on me first. Maybe one day, but no promises. Otherwise, I can't wait."

You both end up drifting off to sleep, pressed together, naked, and dreaming of what's to come next in your growing relationship.

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A Trip to the ER {part. 16}

[historical-fashion-polls]

I love the purity and whimsy of your blog! It's a little fun sanctuary where there's no strings attached, no conflict, no tension, no ego, and no expectations -- and your responses to messages are so sweet and warm that it makes your entire blog feel all the more approachable, like visiting a friend's house for tea and dress-up. It feels like a place of good-natured, innocent Play. This site is a hotbed sometimes and it's refreshing and relaxing to encounter your posts that are about pure love of fashion and fashion history without anyone being required to have a knowledge of such things, only a knowledge of what they find pretty or fun.

I'm always a little biased in the polls -- almost always, if available, I'll end up picking the outfit that has the most green, as it's my favorite color. It gives me a lot of joy to see how unabashedly green some of the outfits are, and I simply can't click them fast enough! Thank you for providing such moments of levity to mine and others' feeds on a site that often desperately needs it. <3

hello my dear! ☺️💕

I realize that in my long hiatus from answering asks, the original sender of this ask appears to have deactivated their blog, but I still wanted to respond since it was such a sweet note! 🥰

I just wanted to say how much I appreciate hearing this!! it is my genuine hope to create a space that feels welcoming and fun and I am so so thrilled to hear that you feel I've achieved that here! 🥰🥰

as someone who is in academia, I have had a lot of experiences where people turn their knowledge on more "niche" interests into a way to gatekeep information or make things feel elitist and exclusionary, so I absolutely wanted this little blog to be a place where you don't have to come in with any prior knowledge, and that you might even come away with a sense of more familiarity on the topic! ☺️💕 I tend to learn best when I have fun doing it and when I feel really engaged with the material, so perhaps having some fun with these silly little polls might make others even more interested in the topic! 💖 if not though, that's totally cool too! really I just wanted this to be a fun place for some polls about historical fashion! ☺️💕

and you are absolutely not alone in your love of the color green! I know there's a lot of folks here who share the same preference! ☺️💚

thank you so much again for this super kind note (even if your blog is deactivated now)! I wanted to let you know that reading this totally made my day!! 🥰🥰

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Hi Chicken, hope you're doing fine!

I'm so sorry if this question sounds weird. I have a problem, kinda, mainly because I don't do spirit work and besides the "chill with the house spirit" thing, I never did much.

I have a nice group of deities that I've incorporated in my practice for years. I know them well, and we're fine. A couple of years ago, one of them appeared (like a bright unexpected mental image that made me say "woah") with attributes that aren't his if we consider his traditional iconography/symbology. They made sense to me, and I thought it was just a normal thing that happens when you spend quality devotional time with an entity.

Last year I got closer to him and I started receiving mixed messages. This god is cool, super chill, and reserved, but I kept having these very personal, intimate, and confusing mental images that clash with how I know him. I never doubted that it was him because why should I? Things were still working with him, but it was weird.

I recently asked (with multiple draws w/ yes/no method) if it was really him because things were getting embarrassing, and apparently, he's a different spirit. He probably used that deity as a ram to get through my tendency to be suspicious of everything.

I didn't investigate before because I know when I get intrusive thoughts/things that aren't part of my brain patterns, and when something is gnosis/external input/something related to my practice. These are definitely in the second category.

I don't do spirit work, I'm not familiar with identifying spirits or understanding who they are. I'm (maybe?) an advanced beginner with tarot, so I don't have enough tools to sit down and divine with absolute clarity. I'm planning to do more readings to understand this situation, but I'm really confused.

Do you (or any of your followers, if it happened to them too) have any suggestions on what I should do? Thanks if you answer, and sorry again if it's weird.

What are you confused about? I think that's a good place to start.

It's my experience that spirits can take up the guises of gods to appear to us, and may do so for the express purpose of getting closer to us.

But there can be lying and manipulating you for your attention (forgive and move on) or lying and manipulating you (cut off and move on). I can't suggest what you do, you must decide this for yourself.

Sometimes a guy pretends to be a god because he wants to give you the big smooches and you're a Deity Hanger-Outer-With but not a Spirit Worker, and therefore putting on the godmask is the express train to smooch town. "Why are you mad at me for stealing someone's suit? I only did it because you said the dress code has to be black tie and you never go anywhere else."

Asshole behavior? Yes. You gotta decide what to do with it.

You're certainly not the first person it's happened to. Look at me, I turned out great* and now mine teaches me magic and stuff.

I have a problem, kinda, mainly because I don't do spirit work

Well you do now!

Spirits lie for lots of reasons. You suspect you know why this one did it.

Is this the kind of thing you would forgive? If so, what information do you need to make that decision? Would you forgive this spirit if you can otherwise trust them? If they can bring you some manner of power and benefit? Or is this something that you personally would not choose to get past?

Avoid using divination to tell you what choices to make. Instead, use it to gather information. You must be comfortable making a decision on your own, even if divination appears to provide insufficient information to make that choice.

These decisions can look like:

I do not forgive you and I will harm you if I ever sense your presence again.

I will put this behind me but you need to leave and never come back, and if we ever meet again it won't be as friends.

I'm willing to try and work through this but I require a great deal of your honesty and understanding, and we need to do things on my terms.

I've thought about it and I decided it's not a big deal to me that you pretended to be someone else to spend time with me.

It's sexy as hell that you did all this just to be with me, like a romance novel or something. Let's get married and have forever cuddles.

I'm not familiar with identifying spirits or understanding who they are

If this spirit lied to you to get close to you then I think this means 3 things:

He's a liar

He believes if you knew who he was, you'd stop being close to him

He wants to be close to you

Given these circumstances is a spirit likely to cooperate revealing their identity to you? Maybe not.

In my experience, identifying spirits (as in, being able to label them as a creature from myth or lore) is not helpful. Individual spirits often don't 1:1 match their lore. And a lot of lore is very muddy. I don't know anyone who works with the fae that would look at the general public online lore of faeries and say, "yep! Accurate."

I think it's much more important to identify intent and what this spirit wants from you. I think if you give him a chance to explain himself he may be significantly more open to sharing than if you demand information that you could use to disqualify him from your life. Does that make sense? Like don't start your investigation by barking up the most heavily guarded tree.

Because trust me! "Sure, I lied about being that god, but I'm totally this other kind of entity you'd be comfortable having in your life" is, uh. Probably not the end of the story for a guy who's only established fact is that he lies about his identity to stay in your life.

[matan4il]

a cultural question for you because I’m curious: here in the US, people dress up for funerals, usually in formal black for mourning. of course a lot of that is a holdover thing shared with England, and most Americans’ concept of a funeral would be people in somber, modest but nice attire in pews in a church. it’s true at Jewish funerals too, though. I noticed the funerals in Israel are much more informal, is there a reason for that? or is is just the norm? asking this totally respectfully, there’s nothing wrong with it at all!, but it interested me.

I’m sorry it’s a question brought up because of such unbearable heartbreak.

Hi Nonnie!

You know, I never realized this, but then I've only seen American funerals in movies and TV shows, so I couldn't know how much it reflects reality, or the fact that American characters even wake up in the morning, after a night of casual sex, with perfect hair and make up...

I would think the tendency to wear informal clothes comes from certain Jewish traditions, like how our dead must be buried as quickly as possible, so see sometimes get the news about a funeral being held on the day it's about to take place, which means not a lot of time for dressing up. Another thing is that our funerals are not held in our houses of worship. The living must be separated from the dead in Judaism, so our cemeteries are usually outside our cities and towns, while our synagogues are built within them. Another thing is that a rabbi doesn't have to be there for a funeral. A representative of chevra kadisha is enough. That means that while a funeral is important, it is not exactly a sacred thing. Judaism sanctifies life, not death, so even though death is treated with respect, it's not treated as holy, if that makes sense? It's a very fine difference, but it's there. Also, our shiva is different from a wake, in the sense that people come to comfort the grieving family all week long, so dressing up for it when you come by after work is not required. On American shows and movies, wakes are presented as an event, it's hosted, and the host must provide food to the guests and the right kind of space to gather in, while a shiva is a part of the Jewish muorning customs, where we grieve together, but it's the community that supports the grieving family, bringing them food, checking in on them if they need anything else, and the location is the home of the deceased, so there's something a lot more casual about it. All these things should affect Jewish funerals in the US as well. If it didn't, that might be an influence of non-Jewish customs, I'm not sure. I never attended a Jewish American funeral either.

Then again, the answer might also be way simpler than all of this: Isreal is a very hot country, and funerals are held in cemeteries, not in air conditioned houses of worship. It's hot, which makes formal dress a nightmare, especially for a funeral held in the noon and afternoon hours, as many Jewish funerals are. It's just practical to not come in formal clothes.

As you can see, these are my educated guesses based on what I'm familiar with. Thank you for giving me a moment to reflect on this, it was interesting to consider... I hope my answer sort of helps. If anyone feels like they can shed more light on this, please do! Have a good day. xoxox

[l3-800]

In DBH fandom I've noticed there is this certain topic circulating around a lot, That "Connor and Hank don't have and can't have a father-son relationship because of these scenes existing" :

As someone who played this game hundreds of forward, back, up and down, I can CONFIRM that they are NOT having a Father-Son relationship in those scenes! But NEITHER are they Friends or Lovers there!

❧ Before you get angry or copy-paste that circulating opinion, Please take a minute to read and I will explain what those scenes mean for those who didn't play the game to give a clearer view about how the opinion in question is False:

DBH is an awesome game where you as a player can bend the narrative. You are the one who can slightly or totally change the entire story AND of course, a relationships of characters between each other. This is the magic of the game, you can create dozens of variations and even more in your own interpretation.

These particular scenes exists only if you go a "machine" route of Connor's story, kinda considered as 'evil' or a 'bad ending' kind of choice. Connor has no emotions (or just the sassy ones) and despite Hank's trying to gain a new hope towards androids, Connor dissapoints him, and those game choices leads to one of them dying, most iconically on the rooftop where the top screenshots are from.

However due to shortening the game and bad programming (and for my biggest frustration about that part) this scene also happens if Hank and Connor like each other but Connor dies on a mission to Jericho and even if he dies as a deviant bcs he's a new machine version of himself 'sent by Cyberlife' and that's enough for the game to drop Hank's relationship with Connor back to zero. At that point it's up to Player if Connor decides to leave without a fight (and then Connor continues the 'machine' route).

But even then as far as I know there is no happy reunion ending of them after.

The second scene, metaphorically called as "the Bridge", which happens way before the rooftop scene, is one of the first crucial moments where the characters decide where their relationship is heading.

…Or at least it looks like it.

Hank is drunk, full of gloomy thoughts and confusement about humanity in androids, and so he decides to tease Connor with a gun to get clearer answers about what is happening in Connor's head. Disclaimer: Of course that is nothing a person should do and a drunk state is no excuse. Such behaviour and mistreating of a weapon, plust that it comes from an officer of law is considered despiteful, but let's just work with what the game gives us; Hank is trying to make Connor feel uneasy and cause him slip up some words that would indicate to Hank that Connor is more human than he looks/presents himself like, or the very opposite. Will he shoot him? Will he spare him? It's up to the Player.

However the scene is kinda badly programmed. If you already have a bad relationship with Hank, no matter how humane answers you give him, he will kill Connor. And same for the opposite. If Hank likes Connor already, no matter how cold, bad or machine answers you provide, Hank will spare Connor.

You see? There is nothing Father-Son going on on those scenes BUT unless they have some weird kink, there is no Romance going on either 👍

Thank you for reading, I hope you found the information helpful!

ʚ Stay Classy, guys! ɞ

[novaursa]

hi:) your work is lovely and I was wondering if you could do something with jon snow and a noble reader who has a past with ramsay? I don’t have any specific ideas lol im

sorry but I just love the two characters. anyway I hope you’re having a wonderful night💙

The Winter You Chose

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- Summary: You came to him before the storm, but the past is not easily forgotten.

- Pairing: bolton!reader/Jon Snow

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @oxymakestheworldgoround @idenyimimdenial

- A/N: Due to lack of information provided, this short story only has around 819 words and I've decided to make the reader a Bolton.

The cold was more biting than you remembered, and your cloak—fine as it was, lined with sable and dyed a deep grey—did little to keep the wind from your bones. You stood alone at the edge of the camp, your boots cracking over frozen earth as you dismounted your mare with practiced ease. There were eyes on you, sharp and wary, belonging to Northern men who knew your face, your house, and your blood. Your sigil had been stripped from your banner before you rode north, but no lack of flayed man could make them forget what you were—what you had been born into. Bolton. The name clung to you like the scent of blood after a butchering.

You spotted him before he saw you, or perhaps he had seen you long before and simply chose to ignore it. Jon Snow stood with his back to you, speaking quietly to Davos Seaworth. Ghost lingered nearby, pale and spectral in the early morning light. Your fingers clenched at your sides. Jon had grown since the last time you saw him at Winterfell, when you were both children and you had caught him looking at you with the same sadness he reserved for the weirwood tree. Now he was a man hardened by war and death, cloaked in black and shadow, yet still he bore that quiet, unreachable sorrow in his eyes.

When you spoke, your voice was steady, though you felt the tremor hiding beneath your tongue. “Jon.”

He turned like someone waking from a dream. His eyes locked on yours, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of something—relief, disbelief, then wariness settling like iron into his jaw. “Y/N.” Your name fell from his lips with the weight of a blade unsheathed. “What in the gods’ names are you doing here?”

“I came for you,” you said, walking closer, each step deliberate though your heart was thundering. “I came to help take back our home.”

“Our home?” His voice cracked like ice beneath a boot. “You think Winterfell still belongs to you after what your father did? After what your brother did?”

You winced. Ramsay’s name was not spoken, but his presence was everywhere—in the ashes of the flayed men hung at the gates, in the cries of Sansa Stark who had fled from him, in the hollowed eyes of the survivors Jon had taken in. Still, you held your ground. “Ramsay is no brother of mine. He never was.”

Jon stepped forward, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him beneath his cloak. “You think that matters? That saying it makes it true?” His voice was low, trembling, not with rage—but with the effort to contain it. “I know what he did to Sansa. I know what he did to his prisoners. To Theon. To women. To children. You expect me to believe you had no part in that?”

Your voice softened, breaking with the memory. “He kept me locked in that gods-cursed tower like a prize to be polished and hidden. And still… he came to me at night.”

Jon’s face twisted. You saw the fury flare, the guilt that always followed. He stepped away, his fists clenched. “You should have stayed away. Why now? Why come now?”

“Because I had no one else.” Your voice broke. “Because Domeric is dead, and my mother died screaming in childbirth, and my father is rotting in the crypts if Ramsay even gave him that much. Because I am not him, Jon. And I don’t want him to win.”

He turned away again, his face tilted to the grey sky as though searching for answers in the clouds. “And what do you want from me, Y/N? Forgiveness? A sword? Shelter?”

“I want to stand beside you,” you said quietly, reaching for him though your hand fell short. “I want to help you take back Winterfell and end this madness. I want to make amends.”

He looked at you again, the wind catching strands of your hair, tossing them around your face like silver threads. His eyes, grey and cold as the snow beneath your feet, searched yours for a long moment. “You look like him,” he muttered, and it hurt more than you expected. “But your eyes… you don’t look like him there.”

You said nothing. There was nothing to say. Ramsay had left his mark on you in ways that went deeper than flesh. But you were still here. Still trying.

After a long silence, Jon finally nodded, though the lines around his mouth were tight. “Stay. Davos will find you a tent.” He hesitated, then added, “You’ll have to prove yourself. Every day. Not just to me.”

“I understand.”

He walked away without another word, and you watched him go with your hands at your sides, curling tight into fists beneath your cloak. You had taken the first step. Now came the rest.

[putschki1969]

FictionJunction Radio vol.#22 ~ About Kalafina's Reunion and Yuki's Official Statement

A couple of days ago, Yuki announced that there would be a new FJS Radio broadcast coming up soon so fan club members were asked to submit questions. It was all done in quite a rush and fans only had one day to send their messages. Obviously, everyone (including myself) was thinking that Yuki would use that opportunity to do some further "damage control" after her official statement regarding Kalafina's reunion concert went viral and caused quite a lot of turmoil among fans. HERE's my translation of her statement. It reflects pretty badly not only on the organisers of the event but also the members of Kalafina which has led to many fans seeing this project as a sort of betrayal from Wakana, Keiko and Hikaru. It has since been very quiet on the social media front and there have been no updates from either Keiko or Hikaru.

Today, the new radio episode was posted on the fan club site and yes, Yuki is dedicating a large portion of it to this topic. Bless her! The latest mail magazine also includes a brief message from Yuki Kajiura. I'll go through some of the important parts of that before I tackle the broadcast. Please note that I will not be providing full translations. This will be more of a round-up of all the highlights.

Regarding the statement I posted on X the other day (I apologise to those who have not seen the post. A proper explanation is provided on the radio broadcast.) I tried my best to convey everything to FJS members as honestly as possible. This is a decision I made after much deliberation, I was worried about whether or not I could be causing further distress by repeating all of it again. It goes without saying that everything I am talking about in the broadcast is true, but to be honest, there were some questions that I intentionally chose not to address. However, this was not because of "adult matters" but because I wanted to avoid hurting anyone more than necessary, so I hope you will understand.

I think I've said everything I wanted and felt like I needed to say about this matter on the radio episode. I'm grateful that so many wonderful musicians and singers have been involved in the music I've created up until now. Even if we are not always on the same stage, I always hope that each and every one of them will continue to make music in a bright, fun, interesting, and cheerful way, in their own way and on the path they have chosen.

Once again, I apologise for causing you all trouble and concern.

Yuki Kajiura

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At around 24:00, Yuki starts talking about all the questions she has received regarding her statement in response to the Kalafina Reunion Live announcement. Yuki appreciates that everyone was very careful/kind in their phrasing and clearly tried to not step on her toes. To clear up some confusion and in order to answer a few questions, Yuki is doing a more in-depth discussion of the situation. Initially, she just wanted to write a short text for the fan club mail magazine but she didn't feel like it was enough so it ended up becoming a main topic of the radio episode. This way, it was easier to eliminate uncertainties. 

When she first saw the announcement, her reaction was to ask herself "why??". She was basically in shock. After all, she had not been informed of the project so it was complete news to her. Soon after, it got very awkward for her when she started to receive a lot of inquiries and messages of fans congratulating her on Kalafina's comeback. Naturally, this made her feel very uncomfortable since she had nothing to do with it. Additionally, there was some confusion among fans about the extent of Yuki's involvement because the official announcement from Kalafina Staff did not mention her name at all but both Keiko and Hikaru mentioned her in their statements. For these reasons, Yuki felt like she had no choice but to make her own statement in order to clarify a few things.

She still does not know all the details, for example the exact reasons behind the secrecy and why the members were not able to talk about this to her in advance. Or if this is going to be a one-time thing or if Kalafina will resume their activities.

Yuki says that her statement might have been perceived as quite "angry" because of her usage of certain "strict" phrases (like Kalafina-san, ございます/gozaimasu", etc) but she wants to clarify that she is really not the type to be angry, it was more a sense of shock that made her write like this and the fact that she wanted to stick to very precise/formal language in this "official statement". She wasn't angry or trying to scold anyone. The main focus was actually supposed to be on the latter half of her statement but due to her phrasing, everyone was focusing on that first part (to a point where people were starting to draw false conclusions). She thinks that even the Kalafina members themselves must have been quite taken aback when they read the statement. It was never her intention to create so much backlash for the project/the Kalafina members and she doesn’t approve of it. To avoid further misunderstandings, she posted some follow-up tweets and ultimately decided to record the radio episode. Yuki wants us to know that the sentiment she was trying to convey was fundamentally positive. She does wish the members of Kalafina all the best and she knows that they will do an amazing job. She repeats this several times.

Of course she would have wanted to do a live concert together with Kalafina, it was always a dream she pursued and something she had discussed with Keiko and Hikaru during their activities together. But there were a lot of hurdles and it was going to take a long time. There was no way of knowing if it was ever going to happen (especially with Wakana still being signed under Space Craft) so she completely understands that the girls would look at different options just to somehow make this concert happen. They were undoubtedly presented with a good opportunity so it would have been unwise of them to not take that chance, especially since it offered a faster solution. With an appealing offer like that, it's only natural that the Kalafina members would have agreed to the project. Despite feeling sad, Yuki knows that sometimes things like this happen in life. When things don't work out one way, you need to try other options. She doesn't fault the members for going down a different path. In fact, she wishes nothing but luck to the girls. She supports them all the way and highlights their splendor as singers (especially Keiko who she admires for her discipline). They all continue to have a good relationship and Yuki will always see them as her "music nakamas".

She is also looking forward to working with Keiko and Hikaru in the upcoming Asia tour. She is sure they will have fun together so there is no need to worry. The same applies for the summer tour next year.

Yuki then goes on to talk a bit about Satoshi Takebe who she highly respects as "senior/senpai". He actually reached out to Yuki after this whole debacle and they talked about how he kinda ended up bearing the brunt of fan hatred which Yuki found very uncalled-for. She is sure he will do a great job as music director for the concert. And it's not a matter of him stepping in to replace her as producer because his role as music director is not the same as what Yuki did in her role as producer. He is just doing his job. And he always wants to do the best he can so he will make sure to make Yuki's music shine.

Last but not least, Yuki actually addresses the infamous BLOG that I wrote about HERE. She read through it and she wants us to know that all the "supposed facts" are fabrications, complete fantasies, especially all the conspiracy theories regarding Sony wanting to get rid of her and trying to control her.

All right, this was really insightful. Love that Yuki is pretty frank. I think this is her basically clearing up the tension and offering an olive branch to the members of Kalafina (and Satoshi Takebe). She is putting out all the stops to convey a positive message and she is using every opportunity to hype up this project. Her fondness for the girls is also very apparent, she uses the chan suffix almost all the time when she refers to them and she praises them frequently throughout the entire episode. So there is no doubt that they are still on good terms with each other. There has been no falling out or anything!

Now is honestly the best time for the three of them to become active on social media again and release some genuine and heartfelt statement. I feel like this is the only way to salvage this current disaster of a situation. I mean, they can't let this drag on forever. I am actually a little sad that it seems like the girls haven't already talked the whole thing through with Yuki but now is their chance.

They all have events and concerts coming up and the general lottery for the reunion live is about to start soon so they need to come out of their hiding place asap.

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PS: There's no need for people to bombard me with tons of messages about stuff like this. Of course I have seen it! Of course I've read/listened to it! Of course I'm going to post about it! Of course I will be providing all the info! Rest assured that I will always try my best to keep everyone updated. But please, give me some time!! I have a real life with a full-time job. Running this blog is not the only thing I do in life so I can't always post about everything right away (even though I would like to).

[sunflowersandchrysanthemums]

Satosugu WIP

Hey, in an attempt to spend more time writing my chapters while still engaging with everyone I wanted to share this little WIP for a new Satosugu fic I've been working on. TW: Violence, depictions of dead animals ______________________________________________________________

The color of the sky began to shift into a deep purple, starting directly above them and growing all until they were enclosed within the half sphere.

“This is a veil, right?” Suguru asks, thinking back to their lesson from earlier this week.

“That’s correct Suguru, very good-“ Yaga was cut off before finishing, “An abandoned school? Really?” the white-haired teen groaned.

Satoru’s groan was met with Yaga’s, “Yes, there are curses in there that should be easy for the two of you to exorcise.”

Suguru would have appreciated hearing his teacher provide a further explanation of their, mission? At least, that is what he remembered Yaga describing to him during the whole introduction into Jujutsu world lecture. Truth be told, the entire last week had been a fury of new everything. New school, new place, new room, new clothes, new people. It was a totally new world. So yes, as he stood in front of an old elementary school accompanied by his fellow classmates, some more information would have been helpful.

“Man, I was really hoping for something cooler for my first official mission.” Suguru’s classmate sunk his face into an overly dramatic pout.

“So- so what am I supposed to do exactly?” Suguru asks, he would still very much like further explanation on why he was here. “I’ve never exorcised a curse.” By the way, his classmate is pouting Suguru was pretty sure he exorcised a curse before.

Yaga turned his attention to Suguru, “Actually you have, multiple times in fact,” he says very matter of fact. Suguru assumed he was referring to the whole, absorbing cursed spirits thing. It made sense, that was the whole reason he was even in this position in the first place. But that still didn’t mean that Suguru knew what he was doing, those other curses just kind of happened. This was the first time he was being asked to do it on purpose.

“Actually, it’s Satoru here who’s never done it before, so really you already have a leg up on him.”

“Huh?! Senpai!” bolted out of Satoru’s mouth.  

Suguru failed to stifle the chuckle so instead he turned his face away from Satoru, trying not to embarrass him further than their teacher already did. Although he didn’t convince himself he was doing a good job at hiding anything from his peer.

“H- Hey, I could totally exorcise a cursed spirit if I wanted to, but I was never allowed!”

The louder Satoru’s voice got, the harder it was for Suguru to keep from laughing audibly so he just nodded his head and smiled, ultimately failing to conceal a laugh.

“Enough already, you two are here to do a job.” Yaga reinforced his tone, grabbing the boys’ shoulders and pushing them towards the school. “Focus, stay alive, and I’ll see you after.” Disappearing behind the hazy purple wall, leaving the two young teens alone.

“Can you see them too? The residuals, I mean?” Satoru asks, now in a steadier tone. “It’s fine if you can’t we can just follow…”

“I can,” Suguru answers, he at least remembered what residuals were. It was something he was able to see for about a year now, and since starting at Jujutsu High, it became much easier for him to pick up on them.

“Oh- well, that’s good.”

“Let’s start by following this set.” Suguru began walking in the direction of the residuals.

He wasn’t scared, in actuality he, found this whole thing to be exhilarating. For most of his life, he was the only one who was able to see these cursed spirits. Now, he was not only surrounded by people who saw them too but also fought them and exorcised them. On top of being told he was strong enough to exorcise them too, that he had a very unique Cursed technique.

Satoru quickly caught up, walking in toe with Suguru, as they made their way into the school. It was showing signs of years of neglect, overgrowth had crept its way inside the halls through its many broken windows. Pools of water were collecting on the floor filled with disintegrating ceiling panels. The stench of mold filled the air, alongside the dirt and rust that had been accumulating on every exposed surface.

Satoru motioned his arm in front of Suguru’s body to stop him from going forward. “Wait, hear that?” he whispers.

 Suguru nodded, they stopped at the entrance of the hallway, in his left ear he could hear grotesque chewing, almost nauseating to listen to.

Satoru caught his eyes, “Stay here, I’ll go around to the other door, then we go in together.” Suguru nodded again, as he watched Satoru make quick work of avoiding the debris and water that covered the floors.

The two each took hold of their doors, eyes connecting, confirming their coordinated efforts before launching their attack on whatever cursed spirit lay in the classroom.

Instantly they were hit with the stench of a rotting animal carcass. It was already torn apart into several half-eaten pieces; its guts lay spewed out across a rotting desk. The cursed spirit above it was devouring what appeared to be the animal’s head but at that point, it was too far gone to be identified.

“Disgusting” Satoru quickly inverted the desk causing the animal to fly across the room, narrowly missing Suguru’s head.

“Watch it, would you!” He blurted.

“My bad,” Satoru responded, looking back at him, he quickly looked over at his classmate to ensure he wasn’t hit.

Before the cursed spirit had a second to respond to its newfound home on the floor, Suguru was already holding it up to examine it. The cursed spirit squirmed in his hand but was unable to ever land a hit at him.

“Humm, what do you think caused this curse?” He asks Satoru, genuinely intrigued.

“Who knows, maybe some kids were traumatized by some fox devouring their classroom rabbit.” He put the desk down, which unceremoniously broke apart after colliding with a chair on the way down.

Suguru gave it some thought, “it could be possible, now that you mention it, it does kind of resemble a rabbit.”

“Yeah, one that was all mangled and turned into a zombie, hungry for other rabbits.” Satoru joked back.

Suguru took a deep breath in, trying to ignore the combating stenches that filled his lungs.

“Here goes nothing.”

He spoke under his breath and placed his empty hand underneath the zombie-rabbit cursed spirit. Remembering what Yaga taught him about channeling cursed energy, he began to manipulate the curse into a flow of dark energy. It moved through the empty space between his hands, eventually collecting in itself, now forming a smooth sphere within the palm of his hand.

“Wow” Satoru exclaims. His eyes widen and locked onto the ball of cursed spirit energy.

“I did it.” Suguru was shocked, the very first time he was tasked with exorcising a cursed spirit and he did it without any issue.

“So now what?” Satoru inquires, who is fully entranced by his classmate’s technique.

Suguru twisted his nose at the thought of what came next, he swallowed into his dry mouth, almost mimicking what would come next.

“I have to absorb it.”

“Absorb it? How?”

“By- ugh” He really didn’t want to say it out loud. It was already disgusting enough doing it in the first place. So, he just did it, in one simple motion.

He doesn’t know which is worse, the taste of vomit or the sensation of it falling into his stomach, sinking like a rock in a small pond before gradually dispersing among the other curses inhabiting inside him.

The act still caused him to violently gag, lurching forward, his hand grazed one of his knees, while the other struggled to find something solid to land on, eventually falling into Satoru’s open hand, which was now the only thing preventing him from completely collapsing.

“Shit, are you okay?” Satoru asks, keeping his grasp firm to support Suguru.

He was surprised to hear him sound genuinely concerned. He could now add, someone being concerned after swallowing a cursed spirit, to his list of new experiences.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” He regains his composure, Suguru rights himself up, but not before taking note of how tightly the two classmates were holding each other hand. He awkwardly used the excuse of fixing his bangs to release hold of Satoru.

“Here, take this, it might help.” He hands him a neatly wrapped candy, with red and white swirls.

“Candy?” Suguru questions.

“It’s peppermint candy,” almost like he can sense his next question, “I use it to help stimulate my brain sometimes.” Satoru clarifies.

“Does that work?” Suguru looks at him with a smirk.

“No not really, but the mint can help calm your stomach.”

Suguru takes the candy, quickly unwrapping it, to slip it into his mouth. The taste of vomit rag is quickly being replaced by bright peppermint.

“Thank yo-.” Suguru’s eyes widen to see another cursed spirit appear behind Satoru hurling a desk directly at his head. “Watch out!”

Suguru watches as the desk appears to stop just a few centimeters before it collides with Satoru’s head.

His face fills with a childish smirk, “It’s called infinity, pretty cool right!?”

Without touching it, Satoru hurls the desk back. It tumbles through the classroom, knocking away everything in its path before landing a direct hit on the cursed spirit. The spirit screams as its skin becomes punctured by each wooden piece of the destroyed desk.

Suguru takes the opportunity to run up behind the spirit, landing a staggering blow filled with cursed energy. The curse falls forward, directly into Satoru’s foot as he kicks it up and into the windows, shattering, shards of glass fall all beside them.

Suguru watches on in awe as all the glass pieces begin to lift off the floor and form around the small blue sphere that has appeared atop Satoru’s fingertip.

“Curse technique Lapse: Blue!” With a single motion of his finger, he hurls the glowing orb at the cursed spirit, exploding upon impact, leaving nothing but residuals in its place.

Satoru’s face beams with elation, “Yes! It worked!”

Suguru was reminded of how a child looks when they beat a hard level in a video game.

“Suguru, did you see that!” Satoru squealed with excitement bursting out of his chest.

“Yeah, that was…”

“Come on admit it, it was cool.” Elbowing at Suguru’s arm.

He rolled his eyes and laughed at the wonder-filled face of his classmate, “Alright, it was pretty cool.”

The two returned to Yaga laughing between themselves at their accomplishment, no injuries, no curses escaping, all in all it took them under 90 minutes to exorcise a grade 3 and grade 2 curse.

“Back already, glad to see the two of you in once piece.” He spoke as he took the vail down to reveal the abandoned school, only changed by the several shattered windows of one of the halls.

“Hello Yaga Senpai.” Suguru understands how to properly speak to his superiors. Unlike his classmate “Yo Senpai!” The latter doesn’t get a response.

“So how are you feeling?” Yaga asks of Suguru.

“Honestly, pretty good.”

“Not scared? Still want to do this?”

He places his hand into his pocket to find the empty wrapper of peppermint candy, his attention shifts to Satoru who is still beaming with delight at his own strength. A smile curls at his lips. “Yeah, I think I’ll stick around for a while.”

[asksakitherito]

Good Evening Saki,

Since the Village is beginning to decorate for the season of winters crest, I felt it was time I begin planning for Christmas in this new age.

Back in my own time I was quite used to spending the season alone training in the mountains to sharpen my skills while others were lazing about singing songs and celebrating. I lost my parents fairly early on in life and felt that a family-based holiday such as this was simply unrelated and pointless to me.

However, Tulin the other day asked me what I was getting him and he seemed remarkably upset when I informed him the answer was nothing as I was going to leave over the holiday season to give you and your family space to celebrate together without my intrusion.

I feel...a touch guilty for upsetting the boy, so perhaps I could...drop by with a present for him? If I wasn't intruding, of course. I do not wish to interrupt your family's traditions. I can just leave it at the door if you'd prefer.

Admittedly I've never had to aquire anybody a Christmas present before and I'm particularily unsure where to start. The boy already has a decent bow and enough arrows to last a lifetime - what more could he need? I considered providing him with some high power explosives but I expect you may disapprove of such a gift. Some marbles perhaps?? Do children of this age still play with marbles? They were all the rage when I was a boy, I have no idea what fledglings enjoy now days. Are yoyos still 'cool'?

I know that the winter celebrations are most important to people and I respect that you and Teba likely feel uncomfortable bringing up my invasive presence roosting with your family like an overgrown fledgling without their own nest, so I want you to know that I am perfectly used to spending the season elsewhere, I'm certain I can locate a suitable roost somewhere out of your way, it is what I have always done. All I request is that you inform me whether you would like me to leave before Christmas eve or just for the day - and whether you'd prefer I keep my distance until the new year or whether it is acceptable for me to return for the fleeting days of December?

Revali. Teba and I expected you to stay in for the holidays, please don't feel the need to stay away. I speak for both Teba and Tulin when I say I hope you chose to join us for Christmas and New years. However if you don't want to stay you do not have to, it is entirely your choice Revali. (However I will be making honey candy, I believe I found a useable recipe)

In today's society wooden toys are popular, young girls play with wooden dolls and boys with wood horses, Tulin's last one broke the day he got it. So I'd recommend getting him something durable.

I will be buying him paints for him to use, so if you do he could decorate it as he pleases. Maybe that will help him to be more careful with it.

[nightwonder7]

I run an IDV x reader writing blog and I wanted to ask, since you're someone I look up to, for tips regarding portraying the characters.

Oh gosh, I'm really flattered! ;A; It truly means a lot to hear that! O////////O I try my best to learn about the characters and their lore and use that to portray them in my work to the best of my ability. Of course, I'm by no means perfect, and I'm probably wrong about some things. I'll slip in my own interpretation and headcanons every now and then. Even exaggerate for comedic effect.

But enough rambling, onto the question! The best tip I can really give is to read up on lore; everything from B-day letters to deductions to diaries to trailers to descriptions on skins, accessories and stories; every piece of information gives a bit of insight to a character, and together they can create a picture (albeit not always complete. That's where headcanons and theories come in to fill in the blanks). I find even events can tell a bit more about a character. Just soak it all up. The Wiki has been my best friend in learning IDV lore, even though I've heard it might not have all the info there is, but you can come a long way with it.

Analyses and theories people put out can also give great insight and provide different points of view. They have been really helpful for me in learning more about the characters, especially with trailers since I find them to be a little too poetic for me to understand sometimes ghfjdskgfds it's also good if you have someone to discuss these matters with.

Of course, the more invested you are in a character, the easier it is to learn about them. It is totally okay to stick with only a very few you like; the most important thing is that you're having fun! And you can always ask friends who are invested in other characters to help you out writing those. From my experience, they're usually happy to talk about their blorbos. Combined we are experts XD

And once you've gathered information, use it to answer questions like "What would they do in such and such situation?", "Do they prefer X, Y or Z?", "How would they interact with this character under these circumstances?" etc etc. Depending on what you're writing. Often times for me, however, my brain just comes up with scenarios by itself fdshjfgdsj

Gosh, this got a lot longer than I expected pfff But yeah, this is how I go about portraying characters; read about them and then apply what I've learned. I hope this helps! And like I said, the most important thing is to have fun with it, so don't worry about not writing a character perfectly. Every interpretation is different, and that's totally fine!

[zeciex]

Merry/Happy Christmas Eve, Zeciex!!!

In a previous post you said that Denmark celebrates on the 24th, so I hope your holiday today is wonderful!

I would like to take a second and thank you for all your hard work and dedication that you put into you story for your readers. It means a lot to have an author that keeps at their story when there are so many abandoned ones out there, and that you are so engaged with your readers that you answer every ask you recieve.

In the spirit of the holidays and as a thank you for all that you do, I decided to do something for you this Christmas. About 5 weeks ago I contacted the artist Artylisan who did all those dragon drawings that you loved so much, and I asked if they'd be willing to come out of their hiatus to do one more drawing for a dragon: yours. I went through your blog and comments on AO3 for any information on The Shadow, and all those asks you've been receiving over the past 5 weeks were me trying to gather more information. And I would like to thank @kaelatargaryen for helping me when I asked for more info as well as keeping it quiet.

So, without further ado, may I present, The Shadow of Harrenhal by Artylisan:

And to truly appreciate all the work that went into this, here is every rough draft and scraped idea that Artylisan went through:

I will be sharing this post with Artylisan, so be sure to give her a shout out!

You have no idea how much this means to me! I literally cried when I saw this, and I showed both my sister and my mom and then later my bestfriend! I am beyond words at this point still lol

The Shadow is so beautiful! And love love love the artstyle and effort it took to make this! She looks SO GOOD! It's exactly what I've imagined for her. And I cannot thank you enough @choclovr for doing this for me (and @kaelatargaryen for the help she provided), nor can I thank Artylisan enough for making this! It's absolutely amazing and I will definitely print this and put it on my wall, as well as reblog it again and again when the time comes for The Shadow to make her appearance. And now, every time someone asks for info on her, I will post this and link the artist.

This was literally me yesterday^^ And now, writing this, it's me again! It honestly gives me such a boost to continue writing. So THANK YOU!!

And again, everyone should check out this artist and their work: Artylisan

[pekkhum]

Are you trans yourself or is it just your daughter? :0

And in any case, how is her transition going so far?

Sending much love <3

I think this will be more fun to answer via story time and the long mode answer:

Around the time of my 37th birthday I started seeing a couple incredibly hilarious and relatable memes about being trans go by on my feed. They were just so great that I found myself seeking out more and learning to understand trans folk more and more. I kept wanting to comment and holding myself back, because, of course I'm not trans, I just feel all the things trans women feel all the time and have struggled with those feelings since I was very, very young. Still cis, though.

There was eventually a day when the dam broke and I admitted online that I am trans, but it was three days later, while reading about internalized transphobia, that it all hit home. I had myself a nice little fit about how I didn't want to be trans, not because it is bad, but because the world makes life suck for trans people. (Actually, 6 months before, in the most egg moment ever, I told a woman that I had been thinking about how hard life as a transgender lesbian would be and that it would be much easier to be a straight guy. I was wrong for reasons most trans folk can guess.)

That day, I sat my child down to explain that I've realized that I am very much trans, that I have resources she can read to understand what that all means, and that I would let her other parent know, so she had someone else to talk to if she wanted. (Thankfully, we are peacefully divorced, so that wasn't an issue.)

I later found out that my child had devoured those resources, stolen one of my skirts my work-mom gave me (she's so supportive) and tried on names, pronouns, and skirts. It was a month later that she greeted me in the morning in a skirt and informed me that she was certain her feelings weren't something else and I discovered that I have a daughter! 😊

I was in the process of trying to get HRT and my insurance changed, then my health network intentionally and willfully screwed me over and yanked my chain, because they didn't want to provide a referral (it turned out to be owned by the Catholic church, here in America), but didn't want to admit their bigotry. I was forced to change health networks and get a new primary and wait months for a new appointment for a referral and my daughter's needs were similarly delayed, but she was even further behind! I had just gotten HRT when I was laid off and left with no insurance. This means I'm on an incorrect dose and my daughter hasn't gotten hers.

To make matters worse, our ADHD has made sitting down for voice training or learning makeup (it is so overwhelming!) difficult for us and we've not found others willing and able to help with the latter. My daughter has gotten a lot of nice clothing from her mama (I'm mom, the ex is mama 🤷‍♀️), and she just looks so cute, but she hasn't felt brave enough to present at school or anything. I'm hoping a GSA in college will help, but I'm making sure not to push her. She's still figuring out her personal vibe, but it seems to lean toward her mama's style, instead of my tastes, with just a few exceptions. Whatever she goes with, I'm proud beyond belief!

I joined a writer's group and only ever introduced myself under my unmistakably femme chosen name and everyone was cool with my very unfemme appearing dysphoria hoodie wearing self. I am grateful beyond belief. The dose may be too low, but the HRT has been very much working. Unfortunately, even freshly shaved with a straight razor, my beard is forever visible (I'm told a little blush or color corrector can hide that, but keep looking horrible when I try), but thanks to HRT, I at least saw a woman with a beard shadow, when last I walked into the bathroom. (Also, I fill out my sundress more, now!)

With family and friends, we are fully socially transitioned, though, and I am grateful, every day, for those we've been able to keep. It wasn't all, but it seems I'd already cut the problems, in advance. Also, we can both wear whatever around the house, so we dress for ourselves, at least.

We dressed up extra for our first Pride parade, though! I won't have a ton of opportunities to wear that rainbow skirt, but I love it greatly!

We are early in transition, with lots of problems yet to solve, but we are so much happier, so far. I'm finally alive and she finally cares about who she will be! We're also so much closer now and have opened up a lot more to each other. I adore my daughter and I'm so glad to be her mom! 💖🥲

[commodorez]

I was digging through old posts from 8+ years back, and I was surprised at how much more off-topic I used to get about certain things. I even went so far as to post about real world current events (usually technically-focused), with the hope of informing others.

I don't do that sorta thing any more, and I think it's because I need this place to be a respite from the worries of the world for what that's worth. Not just for myself, but for folks in search of some general aesthetic, interesting vintage computing content, or whatever people come here to see. I curate my dashboard similarly.

So many folks are in state of burn out from the general daily news cycle of garbage that people have to contend with, and they don't want to see that everywhere they turn on the web. But by the same token, they want to be reminded that like-minded folks are out there, worried about the same problems, or providing solidarity with their causes, so I get why that's a common posting theme interwoven on so many blogs. Thing is, I can't bring myself to do that here.

Even if I did have a space just for that, why would anyone want to steep themselves in such a serious, potentially vitriolic space? I can't see anyone willingly wanting to follow my blog filled with all the problems that I worry about, especially the issues that I cannot directly work to improve.

So what then? Where becomes my outlet where I post that sorta thing? Even if I posted it here, at what point does it become saturated enough that folks can't enjoy the positive aspects of my tumblr. How much can you really stand to listen to me bitching about AI, UX, covid, greedflation, politics, war, bigotry, freedom, etc. before you go "you know what? fuck this, unfollow." And if I have such a weak stomach for it from other blogs, how can I expect others to want to listen to whats on my mind for those subjects?

In some sense, it's just me self-censoring that sorta content, but in another it's intentional curation of this space. I don't have an answer for you, but it's just something that I've been contemplating from various angles for awhile now. Thanks for listening.

[ohsuchoh]

Hello there! My large Gaza family is filled with love and warmth, and losing them is a tremendous loss. I appreciate your efforts and time in reading my plea. I never expected to find myself in this situation.It is incredibly challenging to navigate these circumstances as an independent woman proud of her financial independence, finding herself in this dire situation.I understand the value of every donation and the effort behind it. I assure you that all funds will be strictly used for the evacuation of my sisters and my parents. I will personally bear any additional expenses incurred.Your support will make a significant difference in alleviating the suffering of my family and ensuring that my sisters and my parents receive the care they urgently need. As time ticking away translates to lives lost in Gaza I'm here and ready to answer any questions or concerns you may have. Don't hesitate to reach out and connect with me

⚠️ UPDATE!

Many comments have warned about the scamming nature of the ask above.

I'm gonna keep it here so that people get informed about it. But also there are reliable links in my reply.

It breaks my heart. I hope your family finds a way to escape soon. The best I can do, for now, is to reblog your request and demand an immediate and permanent ceasefire.

As much as I would really want to help financially, unfortunately, I can't. I can barely help myself, I have been skipping meals because I don't make enough each month to feed myself properly. I'm a Latin-American artist, I've been trying to use my channels, connections and skills to help Palestinians as much as I can.

I know this is not about me, though. It's about Palestine, about stopping genocide, stopping the atrocities the rest of the world has been witnessing. To anyone from other countries, my appeal is: pressure your governments, adhere to BDS, go to protests, spread awareness about what's going on in Gaza, help people and/or institutions there financially if you can.

I can suggest a list provided by Palestinian friends. I also add some general campaigns below.

https://gabusittahchildrensfund.org/?fbclid=PAAaa16J6EckycaIhTyzQ-EPaAnkdROcrAesDW7HtXFZIktaru0Xy6DCWSwJ0

https://www.instagram.com/p/C2PSyYrNpzk/?igsh=MWRraDR0bzU4ejBlcg==

https://www.instagram.com/palestiniananimalleague?igsh=NW9kdzF6M3BuNjZt

arab.org

Please feel free to reblog adding more reliable funding campaigns from either individuals or organisations.

[windvexer]

Howdy Chicken!

I've got a question I hope it hasn't been asked before. For context: today I did a spell and it went above and beyond what I wanted. Now, this spell was actually a three separate part thing that involved a prayer and an offering which I usually don't do together. I genuinely thought it was an overkill but tbh I needed a miracle to achieve that result lol.

Now, I know that the three of them do work separately with various degrees of success, but I have been practising witchcraft for too little to have a big enough sample size to know what works and when. So now that I want to do a review, I don't know how to go about it because for now I've just been recording what happened and noticing the eventual patterns.

How can I analyse a spell/petition "post mortem"?

Hi!

This is an interesting question and I'm not sure I have an answer beyond what you're already reflecting on.

In my experience, a lot of that postmortem information can come months or years down the road, both as your knowledge pool increases, but also as things become clear in hindsight.

Take as detailed and accurate notes as you can now, including date and time of day, every step of the spellwork, numerous details about the situation that you were working over, and how the spell manifested.

A good method of dissecting past successes is to try and replicate them.

Keep an eye out for things that may have a multiplying, rather than an additive effect; in witchcraft, things paired together may produced changes larger than both of them working independently from each other.

But as far as the details you provided, I'm not certain there is any great mystery to be analyzed. Putting in three times the effort to accomplish your goals may readily provide results in greater magnitude than you're used to.