#19 is WILD

[enluv]

okay I’m gonna post my lil post and you guys can’t let it flop because it’s my birthday and I’ll literally CRY

[animal-crossing]

[curioscurio]

I'm rewatching Steven Universe and I will never forgive Fandom for what it did to her

[thistlecrimes]

Things I've learned from getting covid for the first time in 2023

I wear an N95 in public spaces and I've managed to dodge it for a long time, but I finally got covid for the first time (to my knowledge) in mid-late November 2023. It was a weird experience especially because I feel like it used to be something everyone was talking about and sharing info on, so getting it for the first time now (when people generally seem averse to talking about covid) I found I needed to seek out a lot of info because I wasn't sure what to do. I put so much effort into prevention, I knew less about what to do when you have it. I'm experiencing a rebound right now so I'm currently isolating. So, I'm making a post in the hopes that if you get covid (it's pretty goddamn hard to avoid right now) this info will be helpful for you. It's a couple things I already knew and several things I learned. One part of it is based on my experience in Minnesota but some other states may have similar programs.

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The World Health Organization states you should isolate for 10 days from first having symptoms plus 3 days after the end of symptoms.

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At the time of my writing this post, in Minnesota, we have a test to treat program where you can call, report the result of your rapid test (no photo necessary) and be prescribed paxlovid over the phone to pick up from your pharmacy or have delivered to you. It is free and you do not need to have insurance. I found it by googling "Minnesota Test to Treat Covid"

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Paxlovid decreases the risk of hospitalization and death, but it's also been shown to decrease the risk of Long Covid. Long Covid can occur even from mild or asymptomatic infections.

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Covid rebound commonly occurs 2-8 days after apparent recovery. While many people associate Paxlovid with covid rebound, researchers say there is no strong evidence that Paxlovid causes covid rebound, and rebounds occur in infections that were not treated with Paxlovid as well. I knew rebounds could happen but did not know it could take 8 days. I had mine on day 7 and was completely surprised by it.

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If you start experiencing new symptoms or test positive again, the CDC states that you should start your isolation period again at day zero. Covid rebound is still contagious. Personally I'd suggest wearing a high quality respirator around folks for an additional 8-9 days after you start to test negative in case of a rebound.

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Positive results on a rapid test can be very faint, but even a very faint line is positive result. Make sure to look at your rapid test result under strong lighting. Also, false negatives are not uncommon. If you have symptoms but test negative taking multiple tests and trying different brands if you have them are not bad ideas. My ihealth tests picked up my covid, my binax now tests did not.

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EDIT: I'd highly suggest spending time with friends online if you can, I previously had a link to the NAMI warmline directory in this post but I've since been informed that NAMI is very much funded by pharmaceutical companies and lobbies for policies that take autonomy away from disabled folks, so I've taken that off of here! Sorry, I had no idea, the People's CDC listed them as a resource so I just assumed they were legit! Feel free to reply/reblog this with other warmlines/support resources if you know of them! And please reblog this version!

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I know that there is so much we can't control as individuals right now, and that's frightening. All we can do is try our best to reduce harm and to care for each other. I hope this info will be able to help folks.

[onebizarrekai]

random userbase data time

(listed almost every/every game as one option in case you skipped out on some of the multiplayer ones)

please reblog after you vote for Maximum Data, even if you voted no! if you voted for one of the other options, tag your favorite game(s)!

I am just very interested in the presence of the zelda fanbase :>

please note that, for the sake of this poll, remakes count as one game. so like, if you've played the original ocarina of time and master quest and the 3ds version, that counts as one game.

[halorvic]

Futurama S11E07

[morningsaidthemoon]

Excerpt from The Song of Roland, translated by Norma Lorre Goodrich (Medieval Myths)

[a-heist-of-words]

In the most 'Greek theatre' of ways, this is a tragedy. Tragedies are meant to teach onlookers: "See how these rich idiots, despite their riches, cannot escape the consequences of their actions, their hubris, and their defiance of the laws of common sense and decency? See their awful demise? Don't be like them."

[quiddie]

Actual footage of Suvi and the fox attempting to cook in her tower’s surprise kitchen

[golden-astrum]

more modern au botw stuff ^^ link and mipha this time

[ldshadowdoodles]

[362] Again with the stew??

-🐌

[asktheritochampion]

You're running out of time, Revali. Soon the universe will not remember you. You are nothing but a speck of dust to the great beyond. All your hard work, all of your achievements, will be for naught, as the great universe will consume you, and everything around it. Does it frighten you? That you will be forgotten? Do you make the people around you happy? You may believe that you are the Pride of the Rito, but is that due to your happiness or your hard work, or maybe even your self worth? If you really are their Pride, maybe you should show the more negative sides, like sorrow and fear. Remember, the universe is coming for you Revali. It is coming, and you should fear it, for it does NOT fear you, and you will regret not showing the true sides of yourself as the universe, the great beyond, devours you, the Champions, and all of Hyrule. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick... tock.

[deuynndoodles]

[id: a digital drawing of link from breath of the wild drawn in a satirical, hypermasculine manner. he is top heavy with broad shoulders and skinny legs, like an upside down tortilla chip. he has sharp features, defined cheekbones and a strong jawline. his tunic is too tight, showing off his massive pecs and six-pack. he balls his fists and stares blankly into the distance. end id]

don't you just hate when this happens

[skyward-floored]

Whumptober Day 19 - Blood trail, abandoned cabin

Is this good? No clue. But it's something babey. At least I squeaked the colors in, they're always fun to write.

Warnings: blood, violence, very brief allusions to slavery

ao3 link

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Tracking wasn’t his strong suit in any sense of the word, but even Four could follow the crimson splattered across the pink petals on the ground.

His footsteps were oddly muffled as he hurried along, loose petals sticking to his boots and falling on his head. The forest he was in was beautiful honestly, full of pink and white flowering trees, petals whisking by in the wind, but Four didn’t have time to stop and enjoy it.

Not with Wild missing. Not with the trail of blood on the ground.

He’d already been following it for a good hour, and the amount of bloodstained petals had seemed to increase the farther he went. There were signs of something being dragged too, and Four’s stomach grew tighter the more time went by.

He thought he would have caught up to whatever had taken Wild by now, but there was no sign of anyone but himself in these woods. Apart from the quiet sound of petals landing on the ground and being blown in the breeze, there was no noise apart from Four’s footsteps.

Wild, where are you?

A noise suddenly rang through the trees, something that sounded like a scream. Four jumped, then rushed forward, following the trail of blood even faster. Several minutes went by without any sign of Wild, and Four started to wonder if he’d imagined the noise.

But then he saw something through the trees, something other than petals.

He hurried forward, and a cabin rose up out of the woods, ramshackle and dirty against the carpet of pink surrounding it. The trail of blood led right to the front door, and Four crept up to the structure, keeping away from the windows as he went.

The front one was dirty, and had a large crack in it, a pane in the corner missing. Four quietly went to it, and peered through the broken glass, careful not to cut his fingers.

And gasped.

Three men stood in the cabin, two standing above a limp figure, the third setting some supplies up on a shelf. Even though the cabin was dim, Four could see that it was Wild who was lying on the ground, his hair covering his face. He wasn’t moving, and there was blood matted around his hair and tunic.

“...pretty good catch,” the one man was saying, kneeling by Wild and tightening a rope around his arms. “He looks like a well-off kid, you think if we find his parents they’ll pay good money to get him back?”

“Eh probably, but they’d be just as likely to send some knights after us afterwards. The Calatians don’t ask questions though, and pay good money for strong young men,” the one standing further back replied. He gave Wild a sharp kick. “We’ll head for the docks first thing.”

Four heard a small groan, and the men laughed, then moved out of his line of sight. Based on the footsteps, he guessed they’d gone into the other room, probably to eat or something.

Four bit his lip, heart thudding as he stared at Wild. There was no way he’d be able to sneak into the house and help Wild out without being seen, and while Four was accomplished with a blade, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to fight three well-armed men alone. Especially with the chance of Wild being used as a shield or something.

Four looked around, then glanced behind him at the woods, feeling a little tickle of magic.

A stump caught his eye, and he stared at it, gears turning in his head. He couldn’t just storm the place, and he couldn’t sneak in the way he was now, but maybe....

Four quietly unsheathed his sword, and crept back off the porch.

Hold on Wild.

(...)

Wild’s head hurt.

Actually, most of him hurt, but his head was the only thing he could really focus on at the moment, any attempts at figuring out what else was bothering him nearly making him pass out again.

He thought his leg might’ve actually been the biggest issue, but again, he really couldn’t tell. He had enough awareness to feel that his arms and legs were tied up, and his mouth had some sort of cloth over it, which made breathing a chore.

He couldn’t even remember all of what had happened. He just... hurt.

Something brushed against his hands, and Wild stiffened, wishing he could fight back. He didn’t know what the men had wanted with him, but he didn’t recognize where he was.

Second location. That was bad.

He tried to swing his arms at whatever had touched him, but all he could do was groan as the movement sent pain shooting through his body, concentrating sharply in his head.

“Wild shh, stay quiet,” a voice whispered, not the voice of one of the men. A familiar voice. Wild frowned, then cracked his eyes open.

A tiny blob stood in front of him, colored sort of red. Wild blinked hazily, and the red blob moved forward, patting him on the cheek.

“Hold on just a little longer,” it said, and Wild’s vision focused enough for him to make out blond hair and a worried smile.

“...mmffy..?” he mumbled through his gag, and the red part of Four nodded with a wince.

“Yeah, it’s me! Or, us I guess. Me and Green are here, Blue and Vio are outside still. Here, I’ll get your gag off.”

The tiny Red scurried out of view, and Wild felt something mess with the cloth around his mouth before it finally loosened. Wild eagerly spat it out, grimacing as he licked his chapped lips, and Red came back into view with a relieved look.

“Green is still getting the ropes off, I’m going to go help him finish. Stay quiet, okay?” he asked, and Wild nodded, too exhausted to really reply.

Red disappeared again, and Wild felt the motion at his wrists speed a little. They fell loose after a moment, and then he felt the ropes at his ankles move.

He stayed still and quiet while Red and Green worked, his heart pounding while he waited for the two to finish. He hadn’t heard the men who’d beaten him up and dragged him here in a while, maybe they were asleep? He hoped Four wouldn’t get spotted.

Wait... how was Four tiny?

The ropes at his ankle fell limp as he wondered, and Wild relaxed, relieved at the pressure finally gone from his limbs. They still hurt, but at least they weren’t being unnaturally twisted anymore. Red reappeared while Wild gingerly shifted his arms around, a greenish blob following behind him.

“Hey Wild, just hold tight a bit longer, all right?” Green asked, and Wild hummed in response. “Thanks. We just need Blue and Vio to respond to the signal we sent. Which should be any moment now.”

A soft hoot of an owl came from somewhere outside, and Green smiled.

“Right on time. We’ll be right back Wild, we just need to get big again.”

“Then we’ll carry you out while Blue and Vio distract those guys!” Red said with a worried grin. “Be right back.”

The two hurried off, their footsteps sounding like mice skittering across the floor. Wild waited patiently, watching the tiny patch of dying sunlight that shone on the rotted flooring. It was dusk at his guess, though he supposed it was possible he’d missed some hours and it was dawn.

He hoped not, though.

Wild just started to wonder what exactly Four was doing, when an eerie cry rang out from outside the cabin.

It sounded like some sort of ghost or undead thing, and Wild stayed completely still as he heard footsteps pound through the cabin, the kidnappers’ voices raising.

“...was that?! I thought you said monsters didn’t come in these woods!”

“They don’t! That must’ve been something else, it was probably just an animal or something.”

“It wasn’t the kid, right?”

“The noise came from outside, how could he have—”

The cry rang out again, louder this time, and the men went deathly quiet as they listened to it.

“...You don’t think it’s a spirit or something, do you?” one whispered.

“Don’t be an idiot, there’s no such thing as—”

The cry was more of a scream this time, wild and eerie, and one of the men made a frightened noise.

“That’s a ghost. I know it! It’s retribution for all we’ve done!” the one yelped, sounding terrified. “It’s here for revenge! I knew I should have gone into the baking business!”

Wild heard a slap.

“Shut up and get a grip you two! We’re going out there and figuring out what it is,” the third voice snapped. “No spirits come here, and no monsters either. Nothing comes here, except for us and the goods. If anything is out there, it’s something we need to deal with. Now come on!”

Wild heard loud footsteps, and a door slam, then the cabin went silent, except for his quiet breathing.

Something creaked, and much quieter footsteps came in his direction before two smiling faces came into view.

“Smithy,” Wild said with a weak smile, and they both nodded. “Nice... distraction.”

“Could be better, but it was all Vio could come up with on short notice,” Green said with a shrug. Another wail came from outside, and his smile grew. “But it’s not bad. Let’s get you out of here.”

Wild began to sit up, and Green and Red helped him when he tilted rather heavily to one side. His head spun as he changed elevation, and it was even worse as the two helped him stand.

But it was much more preferable than sitting around and waiting to see what exactly those men were going to do with him.

Wild tried to put weight on his foot and nearly screamed, pain tearing up his leg like lightning. Green and Red had to scramble to not drop him, and Wild clutched at the two of them, his head spinning.

“Ohh no, Green, his leg is all torn up,” Red said in dismay, and Green‘s expression tightened.

“We’ll have to make do. C’mon.”

They started to move, Wild moving his leg as little as possible. It still dragged on the floor though, Green and Red too short to really lift him off the ground, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from crying out.

They made it out onto the porch, and suddenly yells and the sound of weapons clashing rang in Wild’s ears. He saw a blur of purple and blue, along with darker shapes, and one of them turned towards them, fury in his eyes.

“They’re getting the kid! Stop them!” he yelled, and Red yelped, him and Green hurrying much faster.

Wild tried his best to keep up with them, the throbbing in his leg and head growing to a near unbearable degree. Someone around him suddenly yelled, and Green grabbed Wild, yanking him to the side.

They hit the ground and Wild’s world exploded into pain, his vision whiting out as his leg hit the ground. A scream rang in his ears and it took Wild a minute to realize it was his own.

Someone grabbed him again, and Wild couldn’t figure out who it was until a warm hand clutched at his.

“—ild hold on!”

More hands grabbed him, and Wild cracked his eyes open with a gasp, a blur of pink and red and too many other colors swirling around in his vision. Someone yelled, someone else let out a cry of pain, and then suddenly Wild’s entire world was tunneling in on itself, and his body was pressing in and squeezing and he screamed again.

Then he collapsed, and the next thing he knew, someone was patting his cheek and telling him it was okay.

Something was pressed to his lips, and Wild drank, recognizing the sweet but bitter taste of a potion. He felt it sink into his stomach with a tingly feeling, and Wild fell back with an exhausted sigh as the pain throbbing through him eased.

“How are you feeling, Champion?” someone asked carefully, and Wild cracked his eyes open, a purple version of Four leaning over him.

“...Better,” he rasped, looking around a little dizzily. “What... happened?”

“We jumped in a minish portal— we shrunk,” Vio explained. “Green got hit, and we couldn’t get you out of there, so this was the best option.”

“We... shrunk,” Wild repeated slowly, looking around. Dark wood was all around them, a few mushrooms on the walls, and Wild saw some giant petals resting on the ground beside them. “...huh. Are those... guys gone?”

“They’re looking around, but they won’t be able to find us in here,” Blue said as he walked up, his arms crossed. “We’re safe.”

“Good,” Wild sighed again, and let his eyes trail to the side. They landed on Green, curled up beside him and clutching his arm to his chest, and he frowned.

“Is Green...”

“He’ll be okay, we already healed him. He’s just resting. Which you should also be doing,” Vio said pointedly, and Wild hummed.

Someone sat down beside him, and Wild saw Red curl up at his side, Blue and Vio also sitting next to him. He smiled a little, then let his eyes drift close, exhaustion grabbing at him again.

“Thanks Four,” he whispered, and someone’s hand grabbed his, giving it a squeeze.

[starry-bi-sky]

for clone Danny, Clone Damian

I give you

Edit Clone Talia as somehow Girlfriend of Danny, just think of the comedy

nah brO BECAUSE LITERALLY I HAVE THOUGHT BOUT THAT. Literally since the conception of Clone Danny, I have thought about it. If only for, as you said, the COMEDY of it all. Plus I love writing romance.

Literally my motto for my aus is: A) is it plausible, B) is it FUNNY (and a secret third option C) is it ANGSTY)

Clone Talia would be an offshoot au of Clone^2 because idk how she'd fit into the original timeline, bUT, she'd exist. And to avoid confusion I'll call her Nasra - I thought about Tameka (which means twin) but I like Nasra better. "Talia and Nasra" just flows so nicely doesn't it?

Idk WHY there's a clone of Talia running around -- maybe the LoA made her, maybe n unknown organization who hates Batman and knows he has romantic ties to Talia, and started making a clone of her to fuck with him and then she got nabbed by a portal when she was still Danny's age and in the middle of training. She might be like Connor (??) and have memories and thus her training is more proficient than baby Dames.

Either way, regardless of how she was made, I think it's hilarious if she, much like baby Dames, immediately attacks Danny on sight. She falls into his city and Danny only has a moment to go "goddammit not agaIN" before he's fending off a very confused, very violent Nasra. Fortunately he's able to actually try and talk to her and be at least somewhat successful -- Nasra knows english. although even if she didn't, Danny would still be somewhat successful since he knows Arabic.

Also Bruce and Danny are the battinson bat because i think that is also hilarious and 'wet rat' is STILL the perfect energy for Danny as Phantom - especially in the early days when he's running around in all but jeans and a hoodie. (and god watch me go on a rant in a separate post about his outfit and reasonings for being Phantom when he has no powers later on because it makes me go FERAL. and his active choice to look as inhuman and ghost-like through his behavior as phantom and the decision to wear such a creepy mask as possible)

(like seriously, imagine walking home late at night while danny was still in his early vigilante days (and even now when he's got damian and a better suit) and seeing a skinny figure in the shadows with sunken in black-and-glowing-green eyes, and a bone white, skull-like face, crouched on all fours like a wild animal about to pounce. THAT is the level of creepiness I was going for for clone danny)

In my head, Sam offers to house Nasra and Nasra stays with her. SAm is able to convince her parents to let her stay, or she pulls a Danny and just straight up smuggles her in and her parents are none the wiser. I also think it's funny if they have unspoken BEEF with each other. Only to later become like sisters. Nasra teaches Sam the martial arts she knows, and also Danny joins in too with Damian because goddamn he needs it even IF he's learning stuff from his mom (as per the most recent snippet post I made).

OH AND DAMIAN AND NASRA. I think it's equally as funny if they ALSO have beef with each other. Nasra is a clone of his mother (of whom he might have complicated views on due to being a clone but still is his mother) and Damian is a clone of Nasra's "son". This beef largely starts from Damian's own refusal to want to share his Danny with another clone, especially with a clone of his MOTHER.

Danny and Nasra don't become lovers for a good, long while I think. They're besties first before they even consider the idea of dating -- not only just because of the whole "uhhh our counterparts dated so it'd feel kinda weird and forced if we dated" and also because Nasra, with her newfound freedom, is busy trying to figure out herself.

A big theme here in clone^2: discovering your identity and who you are as a person when the only thing you own that's unique is your name (which isn't even the case for Damian), and figuring out if your choices are your own or because you're a clone and its something your original would have done. Nature vs Nurture and the illusion of choice and whether it really is one or not.

Also Nasra also becomes a vigilante. Danny appreciates the help but is also tearing out his hair because what the fuck is up with these assassins and becoming vigilantes?! Nasra goes by "Nesha". She's similar to Red Huntress at first where she kinda does her own thing, but is lowkey forced to team up with Danny about it because she doesn't have any proper ghost hunting equipment with her.

And then a duo becomes a trio, and Danny is spending more time with her. And they steadily become friends. Very snarky friends who are very bratty to each other, but friends. Damian still doesn't like her so Danny spends extra time during patrol keeping the two of them from making insults at each other.

"Nesha please stop fighting with a nine year old. Wraith, quit insulting Nesha."

Nasra also uses like, weaponry as Nesha which exasperates Danny a little because why are you using swords??? They're already dead its not gonna kill them,,,, If you cut off their heads its just gonna piss em off, its re-attachable. Let him ghost-proof it first too. But well, its still gonna HURT he supposes. He's still a little exasperated.

And MMM i'm sorry lmao im so focused on Nasra becoming her own person than the actual romance aspect of it all. Nasra cuts her hair short for the same/similar reasons that Danny keeps his long - to try and gain a semblance of autonomy and identity that's away from their original. Danny has his alternative rock-kinda geeky look and Nasra's got, from influence from Sam, a more alternative fashion style. Although she still leans into being feminine, which is a good challenge to Sam's belief that feminity = bad, and gets her to unlearn those bad habits since her new adoptive sister is feminine while still being an unapologetic badass.

And ykw I think Nasra gets into rollerblading and loves it. She rollerblades constantly. Damian is furious because skating is his thing (even if what he gets later on is a skateboard - skater boy damian ftw. i can see him wearing flannels and graphic tees as a teenager. very grungy/skater aesthetic. He also has a much more relaxed and teen-y speech pattern compared to DW's more formal way of talking. He also spray paints as his form of artistic medium.) and he refuses to have Nasra be a copy of him.

They will sort out their differences eventually. LMao.

Anyways they eventually do get together, but not before Danny finally has his run in with Mister Wayne. Which, they only meet because Danny starts destabilizing, and thus needs Bruce Wayne's DNA to help stabilize himself. Which that meeting in and of itself is pretty chaotic on its own, but then add clone Damian and Nasra? Bruce needs coffee.. or alcohol.

Because picture this: its late at night, you're on patrol with the rest of your family. It's like, two in the morning. You suddenly get a call in from your butler, Alfred, informing you that not one, not two, but THREE children -- two of them in their late teens and the other one not even ten yet -- showed up on your doorstep. One of them is unconscious. They are all clones.

The girl and the boy are twins - and are clones of YOU - and the girl isn't even technically YOUR clone she's a clone of your clone - and also this clone of you is your college friends' kid. And then the youngest boy is a clone of your youngest SON. Bruce is running across rooftops when he gets this call and does a literal 180 degree turn and touches the ground because he basically did a figure skating turn, and sprints back towards the manor because what the fuck? He needs to check this out.

And then half a day later a clone of your fucking ex shows up on your doorstep demanding to see the clone of you - the boy that is, not the girl - and then immediately gets into a verbal lashing with the clone of your son. Like what a fucking DAY. Your kids are equally as baffled but also laughing their asses off -- except your bio son, who is very unhappy about this turn of events and keeps getting the stink eye from his clone.

Like??? I'd quit right then and there.

While Danny recovers he's staying in Wayne manor and Damian is very reportedly not leaving his side. Ellie has to leave to help take care of Amity Park with RH, and then Nasra is also very determinedly not leaving his side either. This is her friend dammit. The first thing she does when he becomes lucid is insult him, and he insults her back - they're bantering. It's how they flirt later on. None of the Bats know how to deal with this situation.

[snezhishka]

He Tian will always be a doberman to me