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[casuallyanidiot]

Yandere academic rival who really, really wishes he could just get you out of the way.

Dead dove Do Not Eat! MDNI ! NSFW !

Tw. Dubcon/Noncon, bullying, academic pressures, blackmail, oral sex, explicit photos, mentions of baby trapping, yandere, stalking, forced relationship, AFAB reader

Elias had a certain level of respect for you.

You both attended a prestigious university crammed full of students vying to make connections and nab a cushy position for themselves in the future, and while it was easy for him to be on top of the social and academic scenes, he knew you had to work a bit harder. He came from a very wealthy household, one where needing something was merely a concept and not something he ever actually encountered. You, on the other hand, definitely come from a lesser background than him and his circle. Your scholarship and just above the average academics seemed to have pushed you into a good spot to be hoisted into the same realm as him.

But he didn't really think of you much at first.

You were some nameless face that wasn't really worthy of being around him. Maybe he would catch glimpses of your hair, or someone woud mention you in passing and he'd pretend to be intruiged.

It was really when you started to be compared to him of all people that he started to really pay attention.

You were smart, cunning, and ruthless when it came to your assignments. Just like him. Normally he worked overtime, paid industry professionals to help review his papers, his study materials and poured blood sweat and tears into his academics. And yet you somehow managed to be on his level with less than half the resources. It drove him up a wall because if you were nearly as good as him now, then what could you be like if you had the chance?

Elias was like a man obsessed after your sudden, explosive rise in the minds of professors and lecturers alike. He spent hours studying, shirking his friends and other responsibilities just to make sure he was still better than you, to keep you in your place.

He started to focus in more on your personal life, too.

Where on earth did you come from? He's half convinced that you were genetically designed in a lab to piss him off. But the more he glares at the back of your head when you're not looking, the more he's transfixed. You're like a black hole, or some kind of other abyss like metaphor. Fuck, you had him writing poetry in his head. He hated poetry. He hated you. Or at least, he would really like to hate you, but he couldn't. You had the same amount of drive as him, maybe even a little more. No matter what he did, he was forced to acknowledge you, forced to be aware of every twitch of your hand or every flutter of your eyelids. To him, you were something that demanded attention, even if it was taken from him through gritted teeth.

The only reprieve from his spiraling was the fact that you felt the same way about him. He liked to imagine that you were just as obsessed with him, sitting there in the late hours of the night writing down equations with him as your sole motivator.

But then he finds out that he's not even occupying your mind, and he loses his shit.

"Oh Elias? Yeah I guess he's fine. Huh? Rivals? What the- no way I just want good grades. He has nothing to do with it haha."

You just said it in passing when someone teased you about it, and he knew that he shouldn't linger on your words for too long. If anything, it should make him feel better. You had nothing against him, so it meant everything was fine, right? Wrong. It was so wrong.

Elias was seething, nearly throwing a tantrum. How could you not even think about him. Him! You were some piddling, pathetic excuse for a human being, and you had the audacity to not even regard him when he spent nearly every waking moment thinking about you.

He was fine just watching you from the corner of his eye. He was fine knowing that on some level, the two of you had a respectable if not distant relationship. Just because in some aspect, he wanted a piece of you all to himself. And if you weren't going to let him just have a little bit of your life, your passion, your drive, he would just take all of you instead.

He follows you into the library late one night. You're sitting there, glowing in the warmth of the nearest lamp while your pen makes soft scratching noises against the paper. You look pretty. You've always looked pretty to him. You don't notice him as he approaches, and he feels any vestiges of doubt or restraint float away. Even now, as he loomed over you, you didn't even spare him a glance.

The library was empty. He made sure it was so before hand, and he's glad he did. The quite air was shattered by the sound of him shoving you over the priceless lacquered wood desk. Your eyes go wide as you take him in, and his hands fly up to your throat.

"Augh! What are you-?"

"Shut up." He hisses and narrows his gaze. Your pulse is racing underneath his fingers, and he has half a mind not to crush your windpipe into oblivion so that he can be the last one to feel it. "You have no idea," He mutters and leans in close. Your frightened breath ghosts over his skin, and he shudders. Now that he thinks about it, this is the first time he's ever been so close to you. It feels so right. He never wants to be away from you again. Not when you look so damn alluring with tears rolling down your cheeks and your clothes rumpled on the floor by his feet.

He wants you like this always, with your twitching cunt stuffed full of his fingers and your cries filling his ears. Soft, wet squelching noises met each of his ministrations, and a cruel, wonder filled grin spread across his face.

"You have no idea how much you've driven me wild," He laughs. It's a sharp sound that grates on your ears. "How much you infuriate me," Each word is punctured by a thrust, by a curling motion that has you gasping and seeing stars.

If this is what he has to do so that you notice him, so you will just fucking care about his existence more than you would any other speck of dust on the street, then so be it.

It only gets worse from there.

Elias takes photos of you. So many. Ones of your crying face, ones of your leaking pussy, some of him shoving his dick past your puffy lips. Once the camera shuttered and they were in his hands, it was all over.

He played the role of your boyfriend after that.

There wasn't a moment where he wasn't hovering over your shoulder, whispering threats into your ears. He gets you to start doing worse in your classes and on your assignments, and for once, he's happy. He finally has your eyes on him, and if you ever try to leave him or say anything, then he'll make sure you can never show your face around here again. Don't worry, though. He's kind enough to keep it so you won't fail outright. In fact, he'll just slip some money to some of the professors so you don't have to do anything other than sit on his lap and pay attention to him while he actually works for the top spot.

Elias takes you out on fancy dates as if it's any way to soothe the sting of having your life ruined. He pays for everything and practically preens under the feeling of finally getting what he wants. He's such a brat, and he doesn't even care about hiding it when he's with you. Part of the reason why he likes you is he can be his nasty, awful and conniving self and you have no choice but to accept it. He doesn't mind if you're reluctant or stubborn. In fact, he kind of likes it because in the end, you still gave in to have a chance to graduate from a prestigious school. And plus, now you're living the high life with him! It's kind of a win win if you think about it.

He loves having you sit on your knees (a cushion underneath them of course. He wouldn't want you to ever actually get hurt) and taking his cock in your mouth while he studies. You look so cute like that, with your eyes all narrowed in mildly hidden frustration, and he loves it even more when he thrusts into your throat. You always make these little spluttering noises that just drive him wild, and he clamps his thighs around your head to keep you there.

Elias who soon becomes the university's beloved model student. He's not going to let anyone get in his way ever again, especially not after he has you to provide for now. After all, he's got plans for you. Once he manages to put a baby in you, he'll know that your future family is secured, and he's got to support all of you. There's no way he can fail now!

[estudesk]

[armoredisopod]

Codename: Tin Man

Race: Undisclosed

Origin: Undisclosed

Specialization: Interrogation, Intelligence Gathering, Personnel Management, Archaeology, Oral History

"I really like the Rhodes Island deck, the view is great."

Illustrator: 树豚 | Shutun

CN CV: 刘北辰 | Liu Beizhan

JP CV: 木内秀信 | Hidenobu Kuichi

Tin Man - 5* Alchemist Specialist

Can throw Alchemical Units to assist in combat

First Talent

In [IS#5 The Endless Tales of the Sarkaz], Tin Man consumes less Hope and increases Tipping Point Threshold even further when assigned to help with Mental Load

Second Talent

Enemies within the range of Tin Man's alchemical units take increased damage from Damage Over Time effects

Skill 1 - "Old Fogey"

When skill is activated, throws an alchemical unit that inflicts Enfeeble and deals Arts damage every second to ground enemies in its range

Skill 2 - "Big Larry"

When skill is activated, throws an alchemical unit that deals Arts damage every second to ground enemies in its range and heals all allies in its range every second

Can store charge(s)

Quick explanation on the IS5 mechanic so that his first talent makes sense

Like how IS3 had Enlightenment/Rejections and how IS4 had Foldartals, IS5 has a new central mechanic that translates as "Mental Load" and "Thoughts"

Thoughts are another type of collectibles, Mental Load limits how many Thoughts you can carry

Thoughts have buffs and debuffs attached to them. The debuffs are initially inactive but if you go past the first Threshold "Tipping Point", the Thought debuffs will activate

If you go even further you will hit the "Blocking Point" where your Thoughts will deactivate and you're not allowed to select the subsequent nodes

You can organize your Thoughts on the map or the battle preparation screen where you can either consume "instant-use" Thoughts or discard Thoughts you don't need

Players can assign up to 3 operators to raise the Tipping Point Threshold, the amount increased is based on the operators' Rarity and Promotion Level, operators assigned to raise the threshold can still be brought to battle normally

____________

"At last we finally meet again after parting ways in Trimounts, Doctor. Detective Tin Man, representing the Maylander Foundation. Effective immediately, we will be cooperating with Rhodes Island in various fields, sharing resources... and secrets."

____________

"The Tin Man from the fairy tale has appeared on Rhodes Island."

As soon as the news spread, the children began to search with great excitement. And when they "caught" the Tin Man in the cafeteria, the Tin Man graciously put down his pipe, took off his hat to greet the children, and announced that he would buy each child who "caught the detective" a hot dog.

The kids argued about whether the Tin Man was wearing armor or was really just an empty metal shell. The relatively bizarre speculation came from Popukar, who had been reading a lot of comic books recently. She claimed that the Tin Man was a combination of all the Operation Platforms on Rhodes Island. After hearing this, the Tin Man raised an objection, saying that he was a nomadic city that had taken on a human form after being packed and compressed, pushing the debate even further.

The children argued so fiercely that they completely forgot about the Tin Man's existence. The Tin Man quietly placed hot dogs next to each child and left quietly.

The children eventually realized this and became extremely anxious. However, after learning that the Tin Man will be on Rhodes Island for the time being, they all agreed to start a second Tin Man search operation the next day. The Tin Man himself has not yet made any comments on this.

[hyperlexichypatia]

"Universal housing won't work, because some homeless people want to be homeless! They don't want to be confined inside walls!"

Okay, suppose that's true. If every person were allocated their own house/apartment/unit, they wouldn't necessarily have to stay there. If they're more comfortable in the great outdoors, they could still sleep outside, hang out outside, spend their time outside. But they would still have a housing unit of their own, in case they wanted it. They could stay there occasionally, maybe when the weather was bad. They could take a shower there, receive mail there, have family and friends over there. Even if they chose not to use it as most housed people use our homes, they would still benefit from having it.

All of this, of course, is beside the point that the overwhelming majority of unhoused people do, in fact, want housing, and even the people who supposedly "turn down housing" or "don't want housing" are actually turning down the intense social control they're supposed to submit to in exchange for housing. There's a world of difference between "I'd rather sleep outside than live in a prison where I'm denied basic human rights and dignity" and "I actively like sleeping outside."

"But sometimes people in subsidized housing leave behind messes of blood and vomit and feces!"

Yes. Humans are animals, made of flesh and bone and gooey bits. Animals have gross bodily functions. We bleed and vomit and pee and poop. All of us do those things.

Sometimes, people -- especially poor people, who may have gone years without basic healthcare, or even decent food or hygiene -- have health issues or disabilities that prevent them from things like making it to the toilet in time, or cleaning up after themselves. Sometimes assigned housing for poor people is badly maintained, and may not even have things like a working flush toilet.

So yes, people have gross bodily functions, and some people -- especially if poor and/or sick and/or disabled -- may not have the ability or resources to deal with that issue in a hygienic way.

So what, exactly, is your solution?

Because my solution is to make sure that everyone has housing with adequate, working plumbing, and that everyone has access to voluntary healthcare to address chronic medical issues like vomiting or diarrhea, to provide needed adaptive equipment like a bedside commode, and, if needed, to hire personal care attendants to help people with things like cleaning, bathing, and toileting.

Your solution is what? That people with digestive issues should have to live outside? So they don't throw up on your nice floor? Do you have any idea how inhumane that sounds?

Or that they should be subjected to some type of coercive "behavior" program, because untreated Crohn's disease is a bad habit that they have to be tough-loved out of?

Because you think poor people are... just sitting there soiling themselves because they're too lazy to go to the toilet? That's actually what you think, isn't it? It follows logically from the assumption that poor people are poor in the first place because they're "lazy." But two seconds of thought would show that it couldn't possibly be true. You just think of poor people as less than human.

You are also gross and leaky and fleshy. You also poop and pee and barf and fart and sneeze. You are, through no virtue of your own, able to manage your bodily grossness. You are no better than someone who can't.

[nekotaylor]

Psychological and Emotional Integration in Full-Time Female Feminization

Full-time female feminization, a process where individuals assigned male at birth transition to live as women, involves significant psychological and emotional changes. This process can be complex and multifaceted, affecting various aspects of an individual’s life.

Emotional Changes

Hormone therapy, particularly estrogen, can lead to emotional changes, such as increased emotional expressivity and sensitivity (1).

Individuals may experience mood swings, anxiety, or depression during the transition process (2).

The emotional changes can be intense, and it may take time for individuals to adjust to their new emotional landscape.

Psychological Integration

Psychological integration refers to the process of aligning one’s internal sense of self with their external expression of femininity (3).

This process can involve exploring and expressing one’s emotions, desires, and needs in a way that feels authentic and congruent with their female identity.

Individuals may need to navigate societal expectations, stigma, and discrimination, which can impact their psychological well-being and integration (4).

Factors Influencing Psychological and Emotional Integration

Social Support: A strong support system, including friends, family, and mental health professionals, can significantly impact an individual’s psychological and emotional integration (5).

Self-Acceptance: Embracing and accepting one’s female identity can facilitate psychological and emotional integration (6).

Coping Mechanisms: Developing healthy coping mechanisms, such as mindfulness, self-care, and stress management, can help individuals navigate the challenges of full-time female feminization.

Mental Health Considerations

Individuals undergoing full-time female feminization may be at a higher risk for mental health issues, such as depression, anxiety, and post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) (7).

Access to mental health resources, including therapy and support groups, is essential for promoting psychological and emotional well-being (8).

Conclusion

Full-time female feminization is a complex and multifaceted process that involves significant psychological and emotional changes. While challenges may arise, individuals can navigate this process with the right support, self-acceptance, and coping mechanisms. Prioritizing mental health and well-being is essential for promoting a positive and fulfilling transition experience.

References

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Grant, J. M., Mottet, L. A., Tanis, J. E., Harrison, J., Herman, J. L., & Keisling, M. (2011). Injustice at every turn: A report of the National Transgender Discrimination Survey. National Center for Transgender Equality.

Ettner, R., Monstrey, S., & Eyler, A. E. (2007). Principles of transgender medicine and surgery. Haworth Press.

Bockting, W. O., & Coleman, E. (2016). Developmental stages of the transgender coming-out process. Journal of Psychology & Human Sexuality, 18(2), 151-158.

Riggle, E. D., Rostosky, S. S., & Horne, S. G. (2010). Psychological distress, well-being, and coping in LGBTQ individuals. Journal of LGBTQ Issues in Education, 7(2), 147-163.

Klein, K., & Golub, S. A. (2016). Family rejection as a predictor of suicide attempts and substance abuse among transgender and gender nonconforming adults. LGBT Health, 3(3), 193-199.

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[jekyll-doodles]

(🪓 ) for the wakey wakey lords+049

🪓 (axe) - Does your oc have survival skills? Have they ever had to use them? What would they do in an apocalypse? Could they survive?

Somehow, being in the foundation's custody was the best and worst place for them. On one hand, it was a secure location with plenty of resources and a more-or-less professional staff in each respective field as needed. Compassionate in the way of treating them like humans who needed help, and not monsters that were to be destroyed. On the other hand, however, it was still a place that contained dangerous anomalies; which, unfortunately, included them.

There are, of course, protocols in place for when something breaks out or, on rare occasions, when someone tries to break in. And Nigredo had told them plenty about what to do in those situations – granted, his knowledge mostly came from being on the other side of the problem. Knowledge learned from others’ mistakes. That, along with the security they were already assigned, made them feel somewhat safer. To add on, Citrinitas and Rubedo had their knight training, which sometimes proved useful in either needing to protect themselves or others. And Albedo could, for the most part, keep a calm composure, which worked wonders to ease others in those times of uncertainty.

There were just… a few complications. Finding out that they were not immune to the effects of each other’s acids was probably the worst. What’s more, how they found out could not have been worse. Albedo had the only account for what fully happened: that while visiting each other, Citrinitas had been triggered by the mask Rubedo still wore at the time. They described how he attempted to distance himself once he realized it, but only managed to get outside the room before being overtaken. Rubedo, not knowing what would happen, tried to hold back his friend and was stained with the choleric fluid too. The ensuing fight would have been fatal if foundation security had not shown up when they did. Albedo themself was thankfully unharmed, but badly shaken.

Neither man could recall the fight. Only a burning anger; a primal wrath to rip and tear flesh with tooth and claw. It was a couple weeks before they were cleared to visit each other again. I do not believe Citrinitas had ever been triggered by Rubedo’s mask prior to this nor again after. And am frankly uncertain of why it happened. Grateful though, that it was only once.

But then, in the foundation’s infinite wisdom, it attempted to see what the effects fully were on each other in a more controlled environment. Of the tests proposed, only one was attempted before the entire experiment was completely condemned. A collected sample of Nigredo’s acid was placed onto Rubedo’s hand (who consented to the test BUT REALLY SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN ALLOWED TO?). What happened next would be as they expected: the subject was suddenly incapacitated by intense anguish. What they did not expect was said intense anguish triggering his own breakdown. His sobs of grief melting into maniacal laughter and the red beginning to streak down his mask – You’d think they’d have enough sense to stop the test there. But no. It wasn’t until after five researchers had been injured–- one nearly dead – was it called off, and he was restrained and sedated.

The worst and best place for them. Not to mention when there was testing with the acids on other SCPs. Going about as well, that is to say as horribly, as you could imagine.

[kalianos]

Context: So ages ago I ran a game in one of my custom worlds. It was a False Hydra game. Kept the players in the dark about it. Along the way I had kept some light notes pointing out bits here and there I felt were important. These eventually made it to the scene I am going to describe below.

As you walk along the town, the ropes tied around your waist. However everyone alive hear and feel the rope snap and sounds of heavy slapping. Along with the distinct chink of something small bouncing on the cobblestones.

Party starts to immediately asking who died, who they don't remember anymore. I calmly tell them that they are fine. Except the druid. I hear an exasperated groan from the player thinking he died since he was at the end of the rope. I tell him no, his character is still alive and as he looks back. He see's another length of rope behind him that wasn't there before. Leading to a mess of half-eaten green skin, bright armor and a book covered in blood on the ground.

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Upon looking at the journal. They found this in the book. It's a bit lengthy.

1994 DR, 14th of Midwinter’s Torment

The adventurer’s guild has tasked us again. We are holding out a campaign against some rogue goblin elements outside of town. I have my doubts about the job. Acanthes is a chill human at least. He still smells like the swamp though. Somehow got saddled with a warrior from Chaton. Chaton! How the feth did he make it over the many fathoms?

Must have paid an orc ship all his coin to be taking work with the adventurers’ guild.

1994, 16th of Midwinter’s Torment

We made camp at the edge of the their base. It took a two days and a night to get here. By Moradin, The rogue we brought along has cheese. I suspect she is part of the “cheese makers” in more ways than one. She can be useful. Kai is a decent sort. Got too sharp of a tongue. Sharp dagger as well thankfully. In hindsight it was funny how well she threw a dagger into that goblin scouts skull. The tabaxi is being quiet.

1994DR, 17th of Midwinter’s Torment

We managed to break into the first barricades. The guards have been taken down. The patrols are aware of us now unfortunately. I have only a few vestiges of my power left. By Moradin I wish I was stronger to channel his divine will. Time. Time is all we need. They are banging on the doors.

1995DR, 4th of Summer Song

We have gone on for so long. We only had a few days rest from taking down the halfling raids to the north along the steppes. Those plains scare me. We passed by a few ghost towns. Ravaged by the halfling mongrels, taken down by Gnoll war bands. Or worse. Being consumed by the false hydras.

Since we have earned bronze rank over the last several months. We were warned that our jobs are now going to be “real” jobs. True monsters and terrors can now be assigned to us. It can’t be all bad right? I heard in the officer lounge while being debriefed that a blue dragon is potentially going to recruit some of us to acquire a rare gem for a courtship ritual. Apparently we would be guests of honor at the wedding if it goes well. I like weddings. Though I don’t think anyone knows how dwarves wed themselves. Buying themselves from their significant other’s parents, crushing gems under their iron boots. Growing up as a half-orc in the tunnels was interesting. Strangely did get a few interested lookers.

1995 DR, 11th of Summer’s rest

I am fuming now. I had slight hope we would get the deadly mission to help out the blue dragon, I could have worn a pretty formal chain-mail shirt or maybe plate armor. I had even looked into our major library to learn how blue dragons interacted and proper protocol.

All for nothing. Ackerson had come down pale and shaking after the letter flew in and he handed me the pack. I noticed it was much thicker than usual. Usually a manifest was just, “Supplies, guild resources rented, gold reward, gold reward deductions, and a small line for our major injury expenses to be compensated.” All on a single sheet of paper, then the outline written by a desk jockey with no legs. This was a full blown book in size. When I asked what it was about Ackerson just leaned up and whispered into my ear the one thing I didn’t want to hear ever in my existence.

“There is a report of a false hydra by guild watchdogs up in Ohmsford. Your team is the only one capable at the moment to handle it. We have taken measures and given you major bonuses to increase your chances of success. We need you to do this, and…I’m sorry. In case any of you fail, the stone of false hydra adventurers has already been carved upon so we will at least know you all in name and what your designations were in the grand library.”

I’m scared, no I’m terrified. Reading this book made by two wizards accounts is the most terrifying thing ever. These monsters are born from lies in folklore but we have no idea how they spring up? The drawings and the life-cycles of these things are downright horrific.

This is the most I’ve written in this thing in a long while but I can help but think; that I am sending us to the worst kind of death imaginable.

I took precautions just in case. I sent my adoptive father a memory stone explaining everything. Remarking that if he forgets his emerald treasure that its because she died fighting one of the most horrifying monsters of this world for their safety.

I’m going to tell the rest of the party later. Right now they are just going to be aware that its being caused by some cultists at the moment.

1995 DR 12th of Summer’s rest

We are having a last blow out party in the town. Drank myself silly. Kai brought in some amazing cheese. Had a fondue fountain and everything. We were only a little miffed when we found Acanthus floating a maple leaf boat through it. Claimed it would help give it more depth of flavor. I think he’s just being dumb. It does taste mapely though. Lucky bastard that I like maple syrup.

1995 DR, `13th of Summers Rest

Fucking potatoes, cabbage, farm lands and wheat for miles. I don’t want to eat ever again for as long as I live. Well except for pork. Never can give that up. Met some weird farmer named Perry. Claimed he had a scarecrow problem. Exorised it easily enough though Weevil got a small cut. After that a Slaad had erupted from the ground. How the hell this farmer survived with a Slaad on his land I will file into “most definitely an agent of chaos” column. Dispatched it well enough. Had to cast a spell of some power to cure Kai though. She got hit with the chaos disease. Was not interested in having to mercy kill my own party member at the start of the adventure.

We decided to make our way as fast as we could through the evening to the mountains. I knew a place that would give us a good deal on room.

Turns out I was right. The dwarf still remembers me from the good old days down in the caves. Got my friends set up in their own suite while I spent extra for my own private one.

I’ve never enjoyed a bath like this in so long. I’ll have to ask Harriet for a crystal. She finally perfected in making light crystals for the caves and it looks beautiful. I’m sure dad would like one. Who knows, if I managed to send it in time it’ll be a good marker for my memorial on the memory stone.

1995 Dr, 14th Summers rest

Bloody chilly, hellish sky whale. And those two idiots nearly drowned themselves trying to get light crystals when I told them that they were buyable. Claimed it was for the adventure of it and effort. I think they were just being stubborn.

Going into town, everything seemed off. We parked our mule and cart in the stables next to an inn. Ordered drinks as our Tabaxi went upstairs to do his ritual armor cleaning. The rogue managed to convince our druid to steal from an old man who looked like a banker. Greedy morons. Didn’t they see all the guards on high alert everywhere? They were caught by of all things another thief. Chatting with the bartender illuminated a lot. Whatever this is, it started in the northern-western area of town. I asked what the local authority here is. He could only shrug and tell me that it was the Captain of the Guard, Wilma; who runs things as usual. In a weird way it made sense. But it doesn’t make sense. I know there is a big mayoral estate here for a local authority.

1995 DR, 15th of Summers Rest

Dealt with a tailor who had been attacked. The halfling that sits in front of her shop is a creepy old hag of a woman. While here the tabaxi had claw daggers from the slaad start being made. On top of that I managed to convince them to make a nice maul in the old style but big enough for me. The dwarf was amenable when I spoke to him in the tongue of our fathers.

We talked with Leah for a bit. Our rogue tried to do some weird mind trickery that seemed to do something. It appears that not all memories can be completely erased I guess even by magic. The mind is a funny thing. While searching around, I found the picture of her husband and two children. It was hidden in the nightstand drawer. I think she didn’t know what to make of it and it disturbed her.

We met the local cheesemaker by accident. He had been ransacking the town since perfectly fine magic shops and alchemists were just there. Seeing as how the people who run them probably don’t exist anymore to the world. I am letting it slide. Moradin forgive me. Habbakuk and Zeboim as well to appease my sea orc ancestors.

We fought a troll. I burned so many spells and kept a wall between the troll and the everyone else. I got banged up pretty hard. Still that troll got a few lucky swipes on the druid and samurai. They’ve never seen a troll before and I hope they get to remember what happens. Felt prudent to spend most of my spells on healing. There is still a Troll colony here and they are completely feral apparently. I asked about trolls to the Town Captain who apparently has “always ran this town.”

She claims that Trolls are a very rare minor problem that only happened recently. This resort town can kiss my green ass.

Was told to investigate the retirement village for adventurers on the other side of this box canyon. I acquiesced to this request since we being paid. Paid to go and ask questions in that will help our initial investiagion no less. I love when the stars align to throw us a bone.

Met Gloria. She seemed nice. She had a love of ale that rivals some of the heavy drinkers back in the caves.

Acanthes got knocked out something fierce from a quarter shot. He came too and told me he had a weird dream. I suggested he follow his heart which he determined to mean go and meditate to the green father. What he told me afterwards is a puzzle of itself.

A shimmering pillar above the city? The singing I belive is from the false hydra. But this shimmering pillar? What does it mean?

We dealt with an Alemental. Talked to the Destroyers. A nice couple. Maybe I can find a strong man someday. Heh, will it be a man of the earth or a man of the sea like my ancestry wants?

The witch has a crazy love obsession with purple. Quisayle is a strange one to be honest. She seemed more fascinated than concerned about the false hydra.

Mentioned that there is an old tower to the northwest ohmsford that probably held a wizard of some report. She only mentions it because she has no memory of anyone living yet it’s a very nice tower. She is scary good at putting two and two together apparently.

1995 DR.

Had a nightmare. I was back at the inn room with some lady. A giant pale white face came in through the open window and gorged itself on her. As I tried to help another face and long neck came through and tried to eat me. I’m too strong and punched it back.

Woke up in a cold sweat over it. I’m writing this in the morning due to the oddness of this dream.

I clutch my holy symbol of Moradin. The warm glow of his forge comforts me through it. I run my finger over the engraving. If I am going to disappear this will be the one thing I will make sure to survive. It holds the needed identifier for the memory stone and for the guilds false hydra stone. Actually, I should keep this journal out and keep writing in it!

As long as I can see the thing in the moment, I can write about it! By the hammer fall! I can trust myself to keep a good record. I should share this with the group. I also devised that we can use a length of rope to keep us together slightly. This way we know if we have been attacked at least.

Itsafterusanditstryingtoeatmeohmoradinthisis bad. Its tailing us. Dropping its song to attack us!

Oh this is bad. I don’t know what do. If I had a decent mace on me I could beat the hell out of this thing. SHIT TH~

This journal is covered in blood. Inside is a portrait of a Large Half-Orc proudly displaying a Silver rank medal towering over the rest of you looking happy showing off your bronze medals.

A caption below it reads, “ The Squad”

So throughout the campaign they had encountered random weird oddities. Helpful people offering healing, random potions just...inside wolves. All explained away as just some weird quirk of a world they hadn't seen yet. When actually it was their Half-Orc Cleric they never knew they had. I had shamelessly stolen the idea from a D&D community when they were brainstorming about how to bring out a false hydra to be fair. But I think the execution was alright.

[caramel-ribbons]

It kinda hit me that North America, my country, tried to recreate the narrative they perpetuated throughout the Iraq War: that Middle Eastern people are meant to suffer. We don’t want it to happen, but it’s kinda inevitable isn’t it? They don’t have the resources. They don’t have the education. We need to save them from the wars we start and the devastation we profit from. They need us.

It worked during the Iraq War because, even though many Americans were against it, Bush successfully managed to insinuate that they were exceptions. He ensured your discomfort with the war wasn’t as simple as you disagreeing with the killing of innocent people, but instead a disapproval of your country. You didn’t respect America. You didn’t care about it. Suddenly, you also disrespected America’s principles. You hated justice. You hated freedom. You didn’t want to help the people of Iraq because if you really wanted to, you’d oppose terrorism, and you’d support this war.

I wasn’t alive in 2003, but from the way it’s been described, and from the music I’ve listened to and the recollections I’ve heard, the Iraq war didn’t represent the people of America. It wasn’t supposed to. Instead, it represented the values of America. It represented the things American politicians, corporations, and their supporters are willing to sacrifice and excuse for the sake of money, reputation, and power.

But it falls apart when you have to witness the tolls war has on people. When you have to hear their stories. When you have to learn their names. When you have to see emaciated bodies. When you have to see families screaming and crying; mourning on camera. When you have to see corpses belonging to the same people you’d seen smiling and laughing and dancing not even days ago.

And the narrative completely shatters after you experience the dissonance between Gaza and Israel. When you see Zionists dancing near the homes they destroyed. When you see them partying a few miles away from the remains of churches, universities, and homes. When you see them in uniforms, hear about their white phosphorus and their bombs, and read about all of the human rights they get to violate whilst still getting a seat at the table where they can decide how many more homes they can destroy and people they can kill.

They then try to tell you that disagreement with this war makes you a bigot. Makes you prejudiced. If you’re against Israel’s genocide in Gaza, and if you’ve been against the ongoing apartheid, then you’re anti-Semitic. Think about the Holocaust. Think about the influx of hate crimes happening to Jewish people in your country. And you do think about them. You’ve been thinking about them. That’s why it doesn’t work.

Because you know what anti-Semitism looks like. You also know what Islamophobia looks like. You also know what genocide looks like. It doesn’t have to be defined for you anymore. You’re seeing examples of it every day. You can never forget what it means. And so the narrative fails because you understand that no one should experience this. Even if they’re “supposed to” but were they? You thought you were crazy or naive, but no. It doesn’t have to be this way. It never should’ve been, and they were wrong for trying to convince you that it should. They were cruel. They were callous. They were evil.

So now, it doesn’t matter how many celebrities stay silent. It doesn’t matter how many politicians try to demonize you, and it doesn’t matter how many labels they try to assign you for opposing this war. Because you know it isn’t a war. It never has been. It’s a genocide, and contrary to their attempts to say otherwise, you should be against it. Because before you’re an American or a Palestinian or Jewish, you’re human, and if you still have any shred of humanity left, you can’t support this.

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

Followup on my hypothetical question of whether or not the CIA could find me from my connection to a renegade Time Lord:

Let's say that renegade has somehow managed to evade permanent punishment on Gallifrey for 2000+ years. (random large amount of time from a human perspective) If I've known this renegade for a few months, let's say somewhere around 4-7, how long would it take for the CIA to hypothetically find me?

How long would it take the Celestial Intervention Agency to find someone?

Considering the advanced capabilities of the CIA and the resources at their disposal, it wouldn't take them long to find you. Here's a rough estimate:

Initial Investigation: Within the first few days to a week, the CIA would gather preliminary data and begin scanning for temporal anomalies and symbiotic links.

Targeted Search: If you've been in contact with the renegade for 4-7 months, they could pinpoint your location within a few weeks using their advanced tracking technology and intelligence networks.

Direct Intervention: Depending on the priority level assigned to the renegade, the CIA could deploy agents to your location within a month or two of initiating the search, especially if they have reason to believe the renegade is using you to evade capture.

If the renegade is highly skilled at evading detection and has taken extensive measures to hide their presence, it might extend the timeframe slightly. However, the CIA's persistence and advanced technology would eventually overcome these obstacles.

⚠️ Please Note

Given that the CIA has mastery over time travel, the concept of timeframes is quite funny. The CIA can travel to any point in time to track you, which means they might have already found you before you even asked this question.

🏫 So ...

They already have.

Related:

What technology can the Celestial Intervention Agency use to track someone?: Limited overview on CIA tracking technology.

Does Gallifrey have anyone they've had friendly interactions with?: History of historical alliances Gallifrey have made.

What does the Gallifreyan political and social environment look like?: Overview of the general structure of Gallifreyan society and politics.

Hope that helped! 😃

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[leggerefiore]

HI UM ! Do Not Think I missed that giratina volo tag in your latest post 👀... Not a real request request but i would love to hear literally any and all of your ideas about him pretty please 👉👈

mmmmm

okay

full-blown imagines because he's on my Mind.

cw: pokehybrid au, volo shenanigans,

💫Giratina Volo📜

⭐️ From the moment he came into existence, he was aware he was not meant to be. A being like him was not intended to be created by Arceus's thousand arms, but he simply came into being alongside the annoying protectors of space and time. They were just as shocked as his creator to him. His appearance was more of an imitation than there's with how he resembled the humanoid form of the god before him. Arceus faltered for a moment but shook their head. A gentle, gloved hand reached out for him. He attacked it at once.

⭐️ It was then his banishment began. The distortion world was boring and empty. He was alone, too. He observed humans from his realm. Gilded plates cupping his face and growing into horn-like appendages. Dark, tendril-like wings spread from his back a tail came from his lower body, denying him the human idea of legs. His loneliness grew worse through the years, making his anger and distaste to for the god who took no responsibility for him grow. He cursed her as he gazed himself in puddles. Coming from nothing, the only thing he could take a form with was from her.

⭐️ It was during one of his many rages, in which he destroyed more of his realm than he expected that he found himself creating a portal. Entering a land that Arceus favoured, he gazed at a group of humans being chased by the wild pokemon of the region. His form changed, and he felt legs standing on the ground under him. His wings truly appeared a pair on his back. A plan began to form into his head as the shadowy portal closed behind him. The Temple of Sinnoh at the top of Mt. Coronet held his answers.

⭐️ He observed, still. Just in the background to wait for Lady Arceus's attention to fall on him. Another pokemon made by the goddess herself fell through after his portal opened and grew amnesic. The goddess of Space, Palkia had taken him into her clan after. She and Dialga's actions mattered little to him, as they both failed to close his portal. It would not be long until one had to enter the form they were created in to stop it. Their following rampage against the other would be enough to force Arceus to fix it herself. He felt confident in his plan.

⭐️ That was, until another person fell through. This person was human, unlike the previous one. He was curious as they quickly struggled in the new world they landed in. Jubilife put them into a harsh trial to prove themselves before accepting them, still with the scorn of being an outsider. It was as he watched them battle and adapt, he realised just what was happening. It was then he approached them, as they remained on their own out in the wilds of Hisui for the research they were assigned.

⭐️ You were obviously entranced with him the moment he stood before you. It was obvious he was nothing like any of the other people you had met, even barring the clan leaders. His tips to you were an invaluable resource, and it was clear he already managed to get some level of affection in your mind. It was easy for him to figure you out, simply observing you from both your world and his own. He even felt an odd emotion towards you, watching as your struggles to protect your land barely garnered praise and acceptance.

⭐️ “You seem lonely,” you told him once as he helped you with a situation. It caught him off guard. Well, of course, he was lonely. He was banished into his own dimension for attacking his creator. Company was a rare thing, and he would admit you were one of the first people he had spoken to in likely centuries. A few times he had come and gone from his realm only to be sent back after causing harm to the other world. A couple of those times were to stop Palkia and Dialga from fighting with each other. It left him astounded they even managed to settle their differences to exist in the same space at once, as it were. Your hand grasping his reassuringly made him take it away. He returned to his realm, feeling disgusted.

⭐️ He watched curiously over you after his banishment. A certain place in the region held someone he knew would help you, but he almost felt awkward to approach. The woman there was an obvious extension of Arceus, but he felt terrible watching you stand banished from your home with nowhere to go. His sudden appearance and hand on your shoulder made you jump. The blond took you to her easily, her stormy eye staring into him knowingly. She offered to help you easily and scolded him lightly. He helped you with your trials alongside his counterparts, to his mild annoyance.

⭐️ “... Would they forgive you if they knew you were partly why they are here?” Cogita asked him as he began to walk away. His head whipped around to see a certain emerald and crimson tinge in her eye. For now, he chose to ignore the opportunity. This plan was failing, and a new one had come to mind. She only drank her tea as he truly left her home. You were none the wiser to their exchange. He did enjoy witnessing the battle of the two fellow legendaries as you tried to help them. The red chain subdued one, but the other soon grew frenzied. You somehow managed to quell them and be accepted back into the team that had turned its back on you.

⭐️ Your newly brought curiosity spurred on by him mentioning a certain someone was entertaining to him, too. He was already with his own plate, that being one from the cave he emerged in, but the others were a mystery to him. He had a good idea of where they were and has you assist him in looking. His inhibition told him that you were likely the only one able to obtain them. You agreed to go with him, naturally. Volo was unable to hide his smile.

⭐️ He felt annoyed with the strange urge that overcame him as you both sat near the tent. Your blankets were orderly and fine, but he wished to rearrange them. You titled your head as he got up and did just that, moving them into a more nest like shape. A small laugh came from you, and you accepted it. “You really are a dragon like Irida and Adaman,” you smiled at him and laid in the nest, “... It gets cold here at night. Do you want to cuddle?” Part of him wanted to tell you off that he would make you colder, but another half truly desired some form of physical contact with another. He did not think he had ever slept so peacefully as he had when laying beside you. It was a bit rage-inducing, the effect you had over him.

⭐️ He helped you through all the challenges slowly and perfectly, which ended in all the plates obtained and brought to the destroyed Temple of Sinnoh. It almost felt too perfect. He could feel the look of annoyed terror on Arceus's face already. Of course, that was only after he saw the distress on yours. It was easily revealed that everything that led to you being here, to the struggles of defeating Nobles, to Palkia and Dialga fighting and nearly ending the world was due to him. This time, he properly introduced himself as Giratina. The battle that followed was brutal, as your refusal to give him the plates made him fly into cool anger.

⭐️ Slowly, you pushed him back further and further until there was no more struggling to follow. His breaths were heavy as he quickly began to summon a portal before another blow could be landed on to him. What caught him off guard was you following him into it. You held on to him tightly. In his strange world, you watched as his form shifted into the one more adept for moving around this realm. “... I could trap you here,” he threatened, “You could never have a chance of returning home to wherever you truly came or Jubilife.” You shook your head, but still refused to let him move too far from you. The portal closed, and he sighed. “Don't you hate me?”

⭐️ “No,” you said simply, “I love you, actually.” He stood dumbstruck by your words. What was wrong with you? Did him trying to kill you and overthrow Arceus go over your head? Did you just not care? “... I said you seemed lonely, didn't I? I see why if this is where you live,” you gazed around the realm. It was devoid of people, and its geometry was weird. He wanted to call you insane and force you from his dimension, but he could feel it was pointless. Besides… If you were offering to stay with him, he would not be so opposed. There was something uniquely pleasurable in his mind about corrupting Arceus's chosen one. “I'll never let you leave,” he threatened. You just laughed and pecked a kiss to his cheek.

You, however, did not make it another hour before asking him to let you get your stuff from Jubilife.

He let you.

[androgynouspenguinexpert]

babe wake up androgynouspenguinexpert posted another character analysis from the train during her finals week because she's banned herself from drawing anything new

its time to tackle vega, because he's cool.

all of the characters carry a unique narrative theme or motif - the importance of self worth for gavin, impostor syndrome for asher, consent and control for marcus, etc. vega's theme is one of, if not my favourite: nature vs nurture, learned behaviour, and the morality of necessary evil.

vega doesn't start out as a moustache-twirling villain, but he's certainly hurting people for selfish reasons. however - the line between right and wrong starts to blur even across vega's first few appearances. as he points out himself later, vega has essentially created a closed loop of suffering to feed from. yeah, he got someone roofied and kidnapped, which is bad, but he's limited his victims to two people. ivan and baby. there's even a case to be made about baby's safety - ivan is volatile and incredibly dangerous (breaking either glass or ceramic with his bare hands???), but we never see him physically harm baby other than restraining them.

vega's age (pin this) has granted him an incredible level of experience and therefore intellect. he's probably the smartest piece on the board right now, save maybe for brachium (but he's sort of on a board of his own anyway). vega knows exactly what he is. he feeds on suffering and agony, and there's nothing that can change that. equipped with this knowledge, vega has managed to streamline the production of agony without really getting his hands dirty, and basically guaranteed the survival of both people involved.

then in comes caelum. he accidentally discovers vega's operation, and immediately runs to freelancer for help. vega proceeds to kick the shit out of caelum for snitching, and almost kills him. again, this is bad. i'm definitely not defending vega's actions here - but think of it from his point of view: he's set up a way of passively producing agony and is minding his own business. a daemon who is 24 (at time of writing) stumbles across this, and immediately threatens to shut it down as well as get him arrested. that's like a toddler walking in on a meth lab and running to the cops. vega probably could drop everything and relocate to avoid the department, but that would take a lot more time and effort than just soccer kicking the toddler over a fence. so he tries, and fails, because gavin steps in. gavin being able to overpower vega - despite being potentially hundreds of thousands of years younger - speaks to the inefficiency of vega's agony system, and he's smart enough to be well aware of that. agony (in a relatively nice part of california, anyway) isn't really a renewable resource like lust or joy are. harming someone, whether physically or otherwise, enough to fuel vega for any significant amount of time would either permanently damage or kill that person. that's not sustainable.

and then vega gets arrested. the human government asks a being probably older than civilisation to pinkie promise he'll stay in a little concrete box for a while. vega explains later that he doesn't believe in unnecessary violence - unless he decides that it is necessary, i guess - so he probably went along with his arrest fairly peacefully. there's another analysis in here somewhere about where (or from whom...?) the department learned its containment methods, considering they haven't really figured out aria yet.

but anyway - vega gets tossed into maximum security. and even from behind the ward, he's finding subtle (and less subtle) ways to stir the pot, especially with his new department-assigned therapist (another quick aside that's too good for the tags; did anyone else find it super fucking funny that vega's first real friend on elegy is his therapist?). i think vega feels neutral about elegy, leaning ever so slightly towards liking it, but he knows what he is. a demon. vega never was, and never will be, human. that's why he never audibly speaks (which is a fantastic detail) - he's rejecting the most basic form of modern human communication. language. yes, he knows english, but he's probably never spoken a single word out loud. vega's fear of daemons growing away from their roots is also why he starts testing for cracks in the warden's façade - he's worried that daemons are starting to assimilate a little too much. they're losing their identity as a separate species, and losing sight of the sacrifices made during the cacophony. and he's right - the cacophony has entirely faded into myth. his suffering and loss has now been turned into a fable; a cautionary tale about dealing with forces beyond our control.

next is the escape, which is both interesting and sick as hell. vega proves that he's not a fan of violence for the sake of violence by mincing some solitaires, tossing an unconscious warden over his shoulder, and escaping the detention facility. this is vega's first real selfless action. he definitely could have left the warden to the solitaires, but chooses to save them because of their compassion towards him. this shows a little of vega's internal struggle - he's never been around unconditional like, let alone love, because he doesn't need to. he needs to be unlikeable. manipulative. cutthroat. these are the things that keep him safe, but more importantly fed. we know from his imperium counterpart (who will eventually be getting a post of his own) that vega wants to be wanted. as much as he denies it and dodges the topic when it's brought up, vega is not intrigued by the warden because he can toy with them. he's drawn to them because they're willing to understand. they're hesitant, but for now they're giving vega the benefit of the doubt. he's never been given that before.

he also starts to wear down the warden's already fragile sense of morality with the kidnapped department officer. although his methods are very questionable, vega is correct again when he explains that he doesn't really have a choice. he won't hurt the guard, and the guard can't hurt him or the warden, but will keep spewing out hate that vega can feed on for the forseeable future. he's killing two birds with one stone as well - the warden is an inchoate. it's far easier for vega to track down (read: kidnap) one racist than to juggle the emotional intake of two people.

i don't think vega is just trying to break the warden out of their department mould for the sake of shenanigans, nor does he want to return to the glory days - vega knows that humanity and daemonkind are now inseperable after the imprisonment of the sovereigns.

he just doesn't want daemons - genuinely good people trying to make the best of a not fantastic situation - to lose sight of what they are. what they used to be. not anarchists, or pawns for the department. starchildren.

forgive me. i tend to wax poetic.