#I always ALWAYS need the knowledge before I can start creating properly

[nemo-in-wonderland]

The one good thing that my brain has done in matching Itto with Dorothea is that I already did all the research about Oni and the folklore when I readUrusey Yatsura in the late 90s, when I was a bab and when I created my Sayuri and Yukaku for the Naruto story I wrote when I was in high school.

So, FOR ONCE, I can skip the research part and just jump straight into the drawing part.

WHAT A RELIEF.

[holybibly]

i’m literally so obsessed with your work 😭

could you possibly do some sort of shiburi/toy play with san?

i would literally die if you did 😩

Bunnies, I haven't been as active lately as I'd like to be, but today I'm here and Unholy Hours are back on the air.

Hmm, I haven't tried shibari yet, but San is too attractive for me to give up the idea.

"Tied up like that, you look so divine. I can't take my eyes off you, my angel; the way the ropes leave marks on your delicate skin is driving me insane." San practically purrs into your neck before he pulls away from you. No matter how tempting you look at the moment, he is going to have to be patient. He has the whole of the night in front of him, and you are completely in his power.

The soft rope whispers and snakes across your bare skin, hot as sin, each intricate loop pressing tightly against your body, leaving exquisite marks. Through the soft lace of your blindfold, you couldn't see the pattern that San was creating today, but you could imagine each intricate knot being wrapped around your body, all of them evenly spaced and perfectly tied.

In San's eyes, you were nothing less than a work of art.

San left your hands free, but you didn't dare move them. You knew that if you started to squirm or tried to rub your throbbing clit, the slow glide of the rope over your skin would stop immediately. San didn't like it when his princess was disobedient, especially when he was making her beautiful for himself. Of all the dolls he so desperately wanted to play with, you were the most beautiful.

You could feel the rope sliding down just below your chest and then tightening around your rib cage. The slight tension of the rope around you makes your breathing harder and more labored, and heat begins to build in your lower abdomen as you feel the rope digging into your skin. It starts to get wet between the folds of your pussy and you know that soon you are going to start dripping.

The tension of the ropes is perfect; there is nothing to put you in any danger. San always knew how to treat you properly.

"Black is your color, my angel." San purred again, but this time his voice was a little more husky and sultry, like that of a big, contented cat. "But you already had that knowledge, didn't you?"

"Yes, I know that, Daddy."

"This is my angel, all mine." He circles around you like a predator on the prowl.

You smile shyly at his praise as he gently runs his fingers over your round, flushed cheek and then leans down to give you a kiss. You lift your face to meet San's soft lips halfway.

You can hardly remember how it all started. You just woke up one day with the thought that you had to have him, even if you had to hide all the delicious marks on your body that San kindly left on your skin after each 'game'. It's so stupid, such a terrible cliché, like in the most naive of romantic films: a rich, gloomy boy and an innocent nerd who was supposed to be his tutor, but instead San ended up being the one who taught you.

And if San wanted to get you tied up and exposed in the most vulgar of ways tonight, you'd obey whatever he wanted. He would be able to throw you down on the floor and fuck you into the parquet, and you would be grateful to him for it.

San pulls away from your lips, leaving you wanting more, and you lean forward as if in pursuit of his love. He just chuckles at you and holds your cheeks as he straightens up. His feline eyes are soft, but they hide a dark desire.

"You're so in need of me, angel." He coos in a loving way. "Do you want my lips, my fingers, or my cock so badly, little princess?" San muses and uses his thumb to smear some saliva over your plump lower lip. He lifts your head up again, and you give him a kiss on the thumb.

"I'll take anything you give me, Daddy." You whimper softly.

"Such a good girl." San senses how much you need to be touched, worshipped, and played with, and he is more than happy to satisfy your needs.

His warm hands begin to slide down the length of your body. San runs his fingers along the textured rope, just feeling and enjoying the sensations, gently rubbing against your skin under the tight tangle of ropes, leaving ghostly warm marks where they touch your skin.

Your skin tingles where the hot texture snakes into a pattern, and you feel another loop begin to slide across your body. You still can't make out what kind of pattern San is tying around you, but you can tell he's creating something like a corset. Each loop of rope lies directly under the previous one, with the knots neatly tied in the center of your torso. Each knot is more intricate than the one before it, and it probably frames your body in the most beautiful way possible.

There will be a brief tug on the rope before the pressure is released and the next knot is tied around you.

San's hot breath kisses the skin of your bare shoulder, and you moan softly, rubbing your thighs lightly against each other in the hope that it will ease your excitement.

"You are so beautiful, my angel." He whispers in your ear in a low voice. "I love seeing you like this—all bound up and just for me. You were made for this—to be adorned and decorated by my hands. You are my very own little masterpiece, Princess."

The praise licks over your body like fire and pools in a liquid, viscous warmth between your thighs. You have the feeling you're even wetter, if that's even possible. Your breathing is getting harder; the thought of how beautiful you look to San turns you on, and perhaps it might not last as long as you'd like, but right now you're perfect for him, and that's all that matters. These thoughts cause you to rub your thighs against each other again, desperate for any kind of friction that might help you ease the aching excitement in your cunt.

San digs his hands into the soft flesh of your thighs and spreads them apart with a growl. He doesn't want you to cum too soon; you've just started playing. His strong, slightly rough hands slide over your thick thighs and then brush lightly against the wet, slippery folds of your pussy, allowing you to enjoy some pressure where you need it so much, your hips rocking as you ride his palm. Excitement drips from your hole like a waterfall and spreads over San's palm.

You whine pitifully as his hand leaves you and San goes back to tying knots on your body, and you stay like that—horny to the max and in need of some relief.

"Shhh, angel, it's okay. You are a good little princess, and Daddy will give you anything you want. Now sit still and let me make you beautiful. Let me make you so perfect for me, my angel."

You obediently freeze in place, the world around you blurring as you melt under his praise. San's voice is so deep and calm, but you hear those hot, dark notes in it that tell you he is just as horny as you are. In his arms, you always feel like sex personified, as San does whatever he wants to your body, molding it to suit his own desires and kinks.

You feel the last loop around your waist before the remaining rope runs down your soft belly, the slightly rough texture rubbing nicely against your skin. The tightness of the rope prevents you from thinking; all thoughts fade as you let the fuzzy sensation in your stomach from being bound spread through your mind. Your fall into subspace is slow and gradual, and your breathing is deepening as if you were on the verge of sleep. San is skilled at luring you deeper and deeper into a web of lust and depravity.

San's hot hands squeeze your thigh, lightly scratching it with his nails before he wraps the rope around it. It's so hard for you to maintain any kind of coherence, so far down, especially when you hear the quiet whisper of a hoarse, purring voice: "my beautiful angel" and "sugar bunny" on your thighs, along with wet kisses and long, slow licks, which literally make your pussy literally dripping with arousal.

San pulls another length of rope through the center of your makeshift corset. You're not quite sure what to expect from him when he slips the loose end of the rope between your legs as they are spread apart. He moves around you and kneels down behind you, pressing his hot body against your back. San was wearing nothing but a pair of ripped black jeans and a leather belt with a heavy metal buckle. He preferred to feel the coolness of the room against his skin, and he refused to wear a shirt or t-shirt. It's wonderful to feel the warmth of his smooth, golden skin and the pulsing muscles that stretch and contract as he moves. His hard, massive cock presses against the softness of your plump ass, rubbing lightly against you, trying to ease the painful arousal. You can't bear to look at him with the lace blindfold that is tightly fastened over your eyes, but it makes you feel good to know you've had such an effect on him.

San stretches the rope between your beras, and you shiver a little as the rough texture of it slides between your labia. His fingers part your wet folds so he can place the rope where he wants it. San gently pulls the rope upwards, watching as the knot rubs directly against your clit, causing a burst of stars to explode from behind your closed eyelids as you finally get the stimulation that you so desperately need.

As San attaches the end of the rope to the back of your exquisitely woven corset, taking his time tightening it to tease you while keeping you safe, the intricate knot continues to rub against your swollen clit in the most delicious way.

He finally finishes tying you up and makes sure all the loose ends are securely tied to the back of the corset. San rises to his feet again, and you feel a chill run down your spine as his hot body moves away from you. He walks around you in a circle, like a graceful cat of prey, admiring the work he has done.

"Do you have any idea how bloody perfect you look, my angel? A perfect little toy for me to play with. I want you to see yourself, Princess." San helps you to your feet and guides you closer to the mirror. Then, in one swift motion, he unties the lace blindfold over your eyes, allowing you to see how beautiful you are right now.

As soon as you caught sight of your reflection in the mirror, you let out a long, drawn-out moan. You looked much more beautiful than you could have imagined, the black silk rope wrapping around your body like a smooth snake, contrasting perfectly with the soft pale tone of your skin and leaving bright scarlet marks on the most sensitive and delicate areas.

You were right—the pattern San had created on your body did indeed resemble a corset—the rope, tied in exquisite loops, ran from your chest to your waist. The tightness of the knit made your breasts look astonishingly voluptuous and lifted them up in the most seductive way possible. The rope goes down to make it look like you're wearing sexy lingerie, wrapping around your hips like a garter belt. Another piece of rope is placed between the labia of your pussy. The tight knot of the rope presses perfectly against your clitor and stimulates it with your slightest movement.

You look and feel absolutely beautiful and safe with the black silk rope tied around you and the warmth of San's large body behind you. His handsome, sculpted face is rubbing on your shoulders and neck like a contented cat, and he is purring admiringly in your ear. You were truly his perfect little plaything—the sweet plaything of a big, feline predator.

San's hands trace the intricate pattern of the rope, enjoying how it feels to wrap around your body, sometimes gently squeezing your sides.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever owned, my little angel. You look like a beautiful fallen angel, but that won't stop me from destroying you." San whispers in your ear like velvet. You turn your head to look at San and fall into the dark, magnetic trap of his eyes in an instant. Never before in your life have you seen someone who looked so much like a real cat in the form of a human.

Everything about him—from his mesmerizingly sharp eyes, high cheekbones, and chiselled jawline to his purring voice, sensual personality, and elegant movements—was the embodiment of a little predator. And you—you were his little mouse, the one he could play with whenever he felt like it.

San grabbed your chin with his fingers and turned your head back towards the mirror. With his other hand, he pulled on the rope between your wet folds, the tight knot rubbing against your swollen clit. You almost choked at the sudden pull of the rope as its thick texture slid over your sensitive cunt.

San moves away from you and sits down on the bed in an elegant manner, leaving you standing alone in front of the mirror. At the moment you are so confused that you don't understand at all why he has left you standing there - tied up and excited. You look over your shoulder and see San sitting on the bed, legs spread wide, stroking his thick, hard cock lazily as he watches you. He enjoys the way your body looks wrapped in his ropey silk masterpiece.

You moaned loudly, you were so excited, you want to cum right now, and San's hot, dark eyes sliding over your skin didn't make it any easier. You knew that you weren't allowed to use your hands to ease the tension between your thighs until San gave you permission to do so.

A seductive smile spreads across San's soft, plump lips as he watches you from where he sits on the bed. He slows the movement of his hand on his cock, running the pad of his thumb over the wet head. His eyes roll back in his head, and his mouth opens in a soft, sweet moan.

He nods gently in the direction of the mirror behind you, indicating that you should turn to face the mirror once more. You obediently follow his silent instructions and turn to face your reflection. You look at yourself once more and feel your pussy throbbing with desire. It only seems to increase the intensity of the stimulation as the juices flowing from you are absorbed by the rope stretched between your labia.

You feel so empty and so desperate to want San to use you, for him to sit you on his cock, to pull the ropes around your body as he fucks you deep and slow. From these thoughts, your hands begin to slide down your thighs in an unconscious way, and even this light touch makes you let out a sigh of pleasure.

"Don't you dare touch what is mine." San hisses. "If my little rope bunny wants to come, it'll be from the rope between those thick, juicy thighs or nothing at all."

You're moaning at his words, both enjoying his praise and completely disappointed that he didn't let you touch yourself. But you know San better than anyone else, and you are not going to try to awaken his dark side. You begin to squeeze your thighs together, and thick muscles tense with the effort, causing the rope to stretch tightly between the soft folds of your wet cunt. Your hips begin to rock seductively, the tight knot of rope clinging deliciously to your clit with each successive movement of your hips. Completely overwhelmed by the sensation, you throw your head back in ecstasy and let out loud and long moans. You can feel the viscosity of the moisture starting to flow out of your hole.

"Look at yourself in the mirror, angel, as you try to cum. Don't you want to see the rope sliding down your sweet little cunt while you are desperately humping it like a needy little whore?"

San is absolutely right—you do look like one. On the silver surface of the mirror, your reflection is completely depraved. Your hair is dishevelled, and your eyes are clouded with lust. Your skin is red from the tension of the ropes that are tied around your body, and it glistens with sweat. All in all, it can feel as if you've been fucked for hours on end, but San hasn't even touched you the way you'd like him to.

You begin to rub harder and harder against the rope between your legs, your face contorting in pleasure every time the knot of the rope presses against your clit, the rough texture sliding over your sensitive folds. A particularly strong movement and a tight squeeze on your thighs brings you to your climax.

"Oh God, San…" You moan loudly as you literally fall forward onto the mirror, your hands shooting up into the air as you grab hold of the massive frame to keep yourself on your feet as your whole body shakes with orgasm. Your juices flow copiously down your thighs and drip onto the floor, some being absorbed by the rope still pressed tightly against your pussy.

You barely have time to catch your breath before you are pushed forward by San's rough touch, causing you to literally press your chest against the mirror. The coldness of the reflective surface on your nipples makes them harden in an instant, making them more sensitive to any kind of touch.

"My pretty Angel..." San's voice is silky as he whispers into your ear when he presses his naked chest against your back, trapping you between the mirror and his hot body. "It was so hard for me to stop myself from cum while I was watching you enjoy yourself, but there is a better place for my load of sperm, isn't there, angel?" San emphasises his words by stimulating your clit, still throbbing from the previous orgasm, with a sharp tug on the rope between your labia. You let out a loud cry and squeezed your fingers together on the heavy frame of the mirror until your hands were white.

His tongue begins to slide slowly down the length of your neck, pressing lightly on your pulse point, which is why he can feel how fast your heart is beating at the moment. San leaves hot, wet kisses on your skin, gradually turning into dark hickeys as he continues to stimulate your pussy with a rope, sometimes pulling hard, then releasing. You feel San rubbing his big, thick dick against your buttocks, smearing pre-cum all over the tender, plump flesh, and you want to get down on your knees in front of him and lick that bittersweet wetness off his hard length. You want to hear him moan, and you want to enjoy his beautiful face as it is contorted with pleasure.

But right now you're desperate for him to fill that void inside you, and the thought of him stretching you and stuffing you with his thick cock until you can see the bulge of his length against your belly makes your pussy throb and contract, spouting fluid. The textured knot of the rope continues to press against your kitor every time San pulls on the rope, but even this delicious sensation is not enough to satisfy you. You need him to fuck you so hard. Fiercely.

You're on the verge of another orgasm when San pulls back and unties the rope from your corset. He presses you harder against the mirror with his body, biting the skin on the back of your neck, and you feel the swollen head of his dick slide between your wet folds until it is pressed against your quivering hole.

San enters you in one smooth motion, his pelvis touching your ass as his whole thick, hot length ends up inside of you. He lets out a low moan as he feels the rope garter belt around your hips, brushing against his hips with every move he makes. He loves fucking you like this—bound, helpless, completely controlled by him. San immediately picks up the pace and starts fucking you hard and fast—just the way you want him to do it.

He grabs hold of the back of your rope corset and uses it as leverage to fuck you even harder. You look at yourself in the mirror once more and lock eyes with San as he fucks you from the back. His eyes are too dark for you to understand the emotion that is hidden behind the black, gleaming irises, but you are sure that it is something deeper and more dangerous than just ordinary lust.

Your breasts bounce with each hard thrust, and your breathing becomes heavy as San's hand clasps your throat, cutting off some oxygen. This action only serves to push you even closer to your orgasm.

You can feel San's hot length pulsating inside of you as it rubs against your sensitive, smooth walls with every powerful thrust of his hips. The sound that fills the room is sickeningly wet and loud, intertwined with your screams and moans and San's deep, purring groans. It sounds like fucking porn.

The tension inside you is growing with each passing second, and the walls of your pussy are beginning to shrink as you try to hold his dick in and make it harder for him to move. Every time you squeeze his cock, bringing him closer to his own orgasm, San hisses behind you. For a second, you're completely lost in what's happening. San's hand is squeezing your throat so tightly that black spots start to dance in front of your eyes - while the head of his cock hits your G-spot every time he enters you. Tears begin to flow from your eyes, and your mouth opens slightly, either to catch your breath or to try and moan his name. You're so close to cum.

San tightens the rope loops of your corset even further and pulls you against his body before his teeth sink into your shoulder, and he pushes into you with a rough, powerful thrust. He growls like a cat as he clenches his teeth on your skin, making it bleed as he fills you with his thick, warm cum. Such an animal act of power pushes you over the edge, and you come on his cock, your eyes rolling back in and choking on your moans.

San watches your orgasmic expression through the mirror, lazily licking the bleeding wounds of his teeth on your skin. Your sensitive walls tremble with stimulation as he continues to thrust weakly into you. Some of his cum, mixed with your juices, begins to leak from your used cunt and drip onto the floor.

You remain in this position for a few more minutes as you catch your breath from the intense orgasm you have just experienced. San pulls out of you, and this causes even more of his cum to flow out of your hole. He turns you over so that you are facing him, tangles his fingers in your hair, and tilts your head back so that you are looking into his eyes.

"You're absolutely beautiful, my angel." His lips are soft and too tender as he plants a kiss on you. This is the kind of kiss that can make you fall in love, and falling in love with San is as dangerous as a voluntary refusal of oxygen. Fatal. When he leaves your lips, the look in his eyes is dark and utterly evil, and you don't know what else to call him if he's not the devil himself. "You still look too pure and sweet for me; it seems I'm going to need to work harder to get you destroyed, my princess."

[fipindustries]

Leí en una pregunta que aprendiste a animar de forma autodidacta. Yo quiero aprender también y quiero saber cómo fue tu experiencia. ¿Que libros recomiendas? ¿Que herramientas usadas cuando aprendías?

im going to respond in english because this might help others too. also i should let you know, i can only give you tips for doing hand drawn, frame by frame, 2d animation. i really dont have the faintest clue how to do puppet rigging, interpolation, or 3d modelling at all. that is just not the branch of the skill tree i chose to specialize in.

my history

i started animating when i was 6 by reading a children's magazine that promised me to teach me how to do cartoons "like the ones you see on tv". it taught me how to make small animations with just power point and ms paint. (it also taught me to never ever trust something that sounds too good to be true and is sold to everyone for cheap).

much much later, when i was around 15, after i got a proper tablet to draw digitally, i figured how to use photoshop to animate mainly by fucking around with the program and checking some tutorials on the internet.

then when i was 19 i actually bought a simple book called "the animator's handbook" by tony white, where i was able to learn the basics of ease in and out, curves, overlapping animation, follow through, anticipation, line of action, etc. that is when i started properly learning how to animate the correct way.

i tried to learn how to animate on flash by following the video tutorial series by harry partridge, and that gave me a few basic pointers but at the time i had a really really really shitty genius tablet that kept breaking all the fucking time and also the drawing tools in flash were extremely limited and i didnt like how it vectorized your lines, making it so that you never had full control of how the final drawing was going to look, so i ditchad that rather quickly.

for the longest time i kept using photoshop to animate, it wasnt until i was 26 that i moved on to clip studio paint, got a simple wacom intuos and started using "the animator's survival kit" by richard williams as a guide.

begginer's advice

before we get deeply into it i would suggest you get some passing skill at drawing. many people say that you dont need to be a good artist to be an animator and while its true that you dont have to be the greatest artist that ever lived or have a super developed style or anything, having some basic training will be a powerful multiplier to your animation skills. although in fact you dont need to be that great an illustrator, what you really want to be is a draftsman. that is to say someone with the pulse, the muscle memory and the eye to replicate a drawing, do straight lines and clean curves. esentially is more important that you can do the exact same drawing a thousand times and rotate it and move it around the page keeping proportions than you need to draw beautifully. also you NEED to know anatomy. in order to be good at depicting the human body moving you have to have a good understanding of how the body is put together in the first place.

so yeah, get the animator's survival guide by richard williams, that is step one. im not being any kind of radical by suggesting that, is like recomending the human figure for all its worth by andrew loomis. you gt that book and its going to explain to you all of the most basic rules, mechanisms and techniques to get to animating. there is going to be a lot of outdated advice there about animating on paper with the old tools of the trade on an animation studio. a lot of it is superfluous now with digital tools tbh, but the fundamentals of actually creating sequential images are still rock solid.

i would also recomend walt disney's "the illusion of life" which is centered more on the overall general rules for good appealing animated character without getting too bogged down into the actual intricacies of animation.

and as always, you have the entire accumulated knowledge of generations upon generations of humans called "the internet". there are a million guides and tutorials online that are eager to teach you all the good fndamentals and techniques you need to get started, dont be afraid to consult time and tme again for any doubt, i still do that myself!

now as for the tools.

you want a tablet, any basic nice tablet will do. you dont need the latest cintq or whatever in order to do this, im doing well enough with my little black intuos. you could also do it on an ipad or you could even do it on your phone.

then for software, there are a million options, opentoons, toonboom, procreate, flash, etc. again, i use clip studio paint. its basic but its powerful, it has really good illustrating capacity and its a good introductory tool. each software has its own use peculiarities but once again there are a thousand tutorials online explaining each one.

i have all this, now what?

start small. the books i suggested will throw a million bouncing balls and sacs of flour and rotating cubes and people walking and you should do all of those, for sure. but also you are doing this because here are things you want to express! you want to draw the fun shit! the anime girls and the sexy furries!

start with a single character you like turning their head. that is a good begginers exercise. or maybe try a simple idle animation for a videogame sprite, just someone bouncing in place. after that you can start tackling more ambitious stuff

jesus there is so much more i could explain right now, how to plan for a project, how to manage your workspace, how to set up a pipeline, going from script to thumbnails to storyboard to keying to inbetweening to editing and etc. camera framing, composition, timing, writing and so much more! but i think this is a good place to stop at

dont hesitate to come back to me if you have any more questions

[juicyflawless25]

Those Ocean Eyes (Ch. 1)

Word Count; 1,477

Notes; A plethora of memories, both cherished and heart-wrenching, shared with the one and only Larissa Weems. Cross posted on a03

Warnings; No warnings for anything just yet, but the rating of this will change as chapters are added. I don't know how long this will be, but I do hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

To honestly describe the feelings you felt when first seeing Larissa, one would need a much more vast knowledge of a language than even the brightest humans could ever achieve. There were truly not enough words in any language to properly convey the bluest and loveliest eyes to ever have existed. 

When first given a glance at the blessed cerulean irises of one Larissa Weems, it had taken your breath away. She had been sitting in the library, curled up with notebooks and reading material. The cap of her pen was tucked between her perfect teeth. The way her eyes danced across the paging of her book, so intensely focused on her learning, had made you quite jealous of what she was reading. 

Did you feel ridiculous having felt that way over a woman you had just seen, not even spoken to yet? Yes, you did. However, there was no stopping the flow of feelings coursing through your body because of her. She gave off a vibe that you knew your vibe could coincide with. Your soul knew there was something special to be had here, something to be cherished. But of course, like any anxiety-ridden gay, you would be taking your sweet ass time moving forward to create that connection.

Her eyes were like sparkling sapphires, obviously, there to make all shiny and gorgeous things feel inadequate next to her. God, the knowledge and depth you could see behind them were something to be revered and feared simultaneously. You could see the cogs turning in her head, moving quickly to understand what was being read. Seconds later, you could see a light click inside those eyes, a moment of understanding before she quickly wrote a few sentences down in her notebook. A small, but triumphant smile curled the edges of her lips and you felt your knees go weak at the sight.

You had been slowly getting closer to Larissa, your legs moving of their own accord as you watched her intently. You had come to the library to do your studying, following the path you always took to the exact seat Larissa was sitting in. Under no circumstances were you going to disturb her though. It’s not like your name was on that seat. Besides, she looked so comfortable there, writing away her thoughts on the paper. 

The moment you were a split second away from turning around and finding a new seat to take, Larissa’s eyes looked up at you surprisingly. You stood still in the spot you were standing, a nervous smile on your face. Those captivating eyes looked you over, not judging, but reading you. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you wondered what she could be thinking. 

You weren’t sure how long you stood there, staring back at her like someone who’d just remembered they’d left the stove on at home. Larissa blinked and shifted in the chair, slightly uncomfortable.

“May I help you?” She questioned, blue eyes boring into yours, making your head feel slightly numb from the anxiety of being caught staring. 

Finally, after hearing her melodic tone drift to your ears (even if it was in annoyance), you cleared your throat and threw her a small, apologetic smile. 

“I’m so sorry! I did mean to stare!” You began, holding your hands up in front of your chest in a surrender motion. “I usually sit here to study and was surprised to find someone else. I’m normally the only one who comes to this corner of the library.” You chuckled lightly, rubbing the back of your neck timidly.

“My apologies. I can move if you like?” Larissa questioned, already starting to unfold her long legs from underneath her.

You took a step forward, waving your hands to try to stop her. “No, no! Please! Stay!” Your words were rushed, rising in tone as your eyes widened. “You look so comfortable and I would hate to make you move! I didn’t mean to disturb you, I was just…” 

You cut yourself off, minding reeling for a moment for a way to finish that sentence. You couldn’t exactly tell her you had been standing there basically daydreaming about her. How creepy would you come across confessing something like that to a stranger?

Larissa stilled her movements and stared up at you, the space between her eyebrows crinkling as she watched you flounder for words. Truthfully, she found you kind of cute the way you seemed so nervous over her offering to find another place to sit. A tiny, barely there smile lifted the corner of her mouth as she suppressed a chuckle. One shouldn’t laugh at someone who was struggling with something.

“Just what?” She pressed, raising one of her perfect eyebrows in question. Okay, maybe she was teasing a little, but she just couldn’t help herself with how adorable you looked with your mouth agape.

“I uh…I was just really admiring how focused you seemed in your work. I don’t see that a lot here, what with the way everyone’s teenage hormones seem to be raging.” You laughed, giving her a timid smile. It was a confession of sorts, but only a small one. That’s all she was getting out of you for now.

With a hum, the woman nodded her head and sat back in the seat. “I know what you mean. Sometimes I wonder how some of them even pass their classes.” Larissa shook her head, clearly thinking of a few students in particular.

A grin spread across your face, finding hope in the fact that she didn’t seem to find you utterly ridiculous. She was speaking with you, which meant you hadn’t given her some kind of impression that you weren’t entirely dumb. Good, good. You would hate to make someone as beautiful as her find you hard to speak to.

“I can imagine they do so by the skin of their teeth. If even that.” You quipped, a little lopsided smile gracing your features.

Your smile grew when she laughed, head tilted back slightly. The triumph you felt of making her laugh, her eyes gleaming with a knowing look as she looked back at you. And what a laugh it was, sending shivers up your spine and making your laugh appear on its own. That was a sound you knew you’d want to continue hearing. 

“I have no doubt you’re right.” She replied as she settled herself back in the chair. 

After a moment of readjusting her sitting position, she looked back up at you with a welcoming and gentle look on her face. She waved her hand at the chair opposite of hers as her eyes cut over to it. “If you like, we can study together.” Larissa offered, trying to make herself seem as open as possible. 

That was unusual for her. Most of the time, she was guarded around the other students at Nevermore. But there was something about you that called to her. She wasn’t sure what just yet, but something in her brain was telling her to just go for it. Make a friend, other than Morticia. 

“I’m Larissa Weems, by the way. And you are?” She looked at you expectantly, head tilted ever so slightly.

Larissa Weems. Larissa “Goddess of the Sapphire Irises” Weems. That’s how you referred to her in your head. Not that she needed to know that. She had such a gorgeous name, fitting for the perfect picture of loveliness sitting before you. You knew the name, having heard others speak of her, but you were new enough that you hadn’t run into her yet. You were thanking whatever gods there were out there that you had finally come across her. 

You smiled widely at her and moved timidly to the other chair she had pointed out to you. You knew the damn chair was there, but your brain had short-circuited upon seeing the prettiest woman in the school sitting in the other. 

“Y/n.” You responded, curling yourself in the chair similar to how she had done so. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

“The feeling is mutual” Larissa replied, giving you a winning smile before redirecting her attention back to her books.

After that first meeting, each time you went back to the library, you looked for her and those gorgeous eyes. And she was there, every single time. Each time you saw her look up at you as you rounded the corner of the bookshelf, looking hopeful that it was you and not someone else, your heart skipped a happy little beat. The fact that she seemed to enjoy your company as much as you did hers was truly shocking. You weren’t going to question it though. You were going to take whatever time this lovely woman was willing to give you and you were going to cherish it greatly.

[broomsick]

Hello! Where can I start with witchcraft? I am a very new pagan so I thought I could as you for help.

Hi! That's a very good question. First of all, before I dive into details, it's important that you know there's no right place to start when it comes to witchcraft, just like when it comes to paganism.

However, it could be very useful for you to learn about different paths, or different types of practices before starting your journey! You'll discover very quickly that witches tend to specify what type of witchcraft they practice most when introducing themselves. Of course, one doesn't need to be confined to a particular practice! A witch could very well be as comfortable doing hedge work as doing storm witchcraft, or kitchen witchcraft. Still, there are loads of very different practices within witchcraft, and it could be super interesting for you to learn about them. You might immediately feel drawn to one, or a few in particular, simply because of your pre-existing personnal preferences. For example, you might know right away that you'd like to work with the sun, or with the sea! Before diving into the craft, I suggest that in this manner, you determine right away which kind of path you want to tread. Of course, you're always free to change, to practice many vastly different paths at once, and to altogether leave this or that practice in the past if it doesn't feel right anymore.

When that is done, there is one key-word to keep in mind: learn, learn, learn. You may want to purchase, or rent books on witchcraft, wildlife, omens, nature in general, folklore, and/or open traditional practices! Explore the many many websites that post articles about witchcraft (A few of my favorites: Round the Cauldron, Tea & Rosemary, Witch of Lupine Hollow, Flying the Hedge, Cailleach's Herbarium because I'm simply obsessed with Scotland, Otherworldly Oracle...). Look thoroughly into anything that piques your curiosity, really! Be open to taking new knowledge in, even on topics that might not have interested you at first. From star maps, to folk recipes, to seasonal holidays, to dream interpretation, to full-scale spells, to element work, to herbalism... There are so many topics to explore that's it's downright dizzying. And all of them are fascinating!

Now, there are also a few forms of practice to steer away from. These are closed practices, meaning that to practice them is to appropriate them, as they belong to groups who still traditionally practice them to this day. White sage smudging, working with deities from closed traditions, and hoodoo are all examples of practices you absolutely cannot engage in, unless you have been properly initiated into them.

With that having been said, I'll jump right into my personal tips. If we're talking concrete, hands-on practice, I do have a few suggestions as to where you can start! To me, cleansing is a very fun and simple way to practice witchcraft on the day-to-day. I usually start my cleaning up the space I mean to cleanse, for example, the kitchen. I simply put away what I can (dirty dishes, groceries and the like), and once that's done, I proceed to the spiritual cleansing. I often burn incense in the room, or I will sometimes "sound cleanse" using a little bell. This helps to keep unwanted spirits away, and to protect the home (I very much value hearth work). Brewing a tea and charging it with intent, working with sigils, and learning simple spells to say out loud are also extremely simple ways to start becoming familiar with witchcraft.

Finally, there are also a few questions I suggest you try answering as you begin your journey in witchcraft: "What do I believe in when it comes to magic? How do I think it works?", "What type of change do I want to create using magic?", "What local/family traditions am I attached to? How can I integrate them into my craft?", "Can I believe this or that piece of information?". In general, it's important to keep asking yourself these types of questions! Never mindlessly accept information you receive, and find your own answers with time and experience.

[skye-huntress]

She’s so Cheeky for a Commoner Volume 3 Thoughts

This is the last volume from Claire’s perspective, ending with Part One of the original.

First off, can we talk about the fact that for a brief moment after Rod’s proposal when she was thinking about what married life with Rae would be like, she actually considered allowing Lilly to be Rae’s mistress? Don’t do that! Lilly always gets the short end of the stick. First, she fell in love with a girl so devoted to another, she wouldn’t even consider looking another girl’s way. Then the stuff with Alter, and Lilly feeling a need to atone for the actions of another person her own father created in her head. Then there’s who knows how many times her own god used her as her personal meat puppet. And the series ended with her being teased with the life with Rae she always wanted, but it was all TAIM trying to erase Claire from history. Give this girl a break already, don’t just tease us!

I’m surprised Kristoff chose to turn, but then again we didn’t really know much about him. I just condemned him when I learned he was directly involved in the human trafficking.

So for once Pepi saves the day with the siren abilities she picked up from Misha, and her magical instrument that she managed to sneak in. Thane also got one more chance to look cool before he lost all his relevancy. And Loretta has our condolences for having a crush who is so completely dense, even Rae feels the need to apologise to her rival in love.

So Catherine was an assassin all along, going back to when she would have been barely more than a toddler! I don’t even think she was old enough to safely start learning basic magic, much less doing something as advanced as erasing specific parts of someone’s memory in real time while fighting. That’s even more monstrous than what I originally thought but reinforces what I already thought about Clèment. He’s far more arrogant than clever. He didn’t have the brains to plan out and cover his crimes properly like Dole and Salas could. If it weren’t for his status and Catherine’s magic (which isn’t all powerful), he might not have lasted as long as he did. And he’s such an asshole, of course his own children readily betrayed him.

Speaking of Catherine’s magic, not invisibility, but erasing memories?! Memories are an integral part of what makes us who we are, for better and worse. And Catherine tried to erase herself from Claire’s and everyone else’s memories as part of some misguided attempt at atonement. But it didn’t work, and I’m sure Claire gave her an earful later when they reunited.

I’m also not on board with doing that to Clèment. It permanently removes him as a threat, but he got off easy. He deserved to have everything taken from him, from his title to his freedom, knowing what it is that he lost, and that he’ll never get any of it back. Ideally, he should also know that it was his own fault he went from apparently the third most powerful noble to a nobody with nothing, but that would definitely be expecting too much of someone with his ego.

You know if Emma was actually described as being a much older woman, I would have suspected she was the mother of Dorothea. She’s the only character we know who is fully immune to magic.

So even though Catherine went through all the trouble of making everyone think it was an accident, Clèment was such an arrogant buffoon he couldn’t help giving up the game for a cheap jab at Dole. It’s a wonder he lasted as long as he did.

The second half of Dole’s segment mostly pertains to his belief about the afterlife, though I wonder how much of that would even apply in a world where people are artificially reincarnated over and over again.

I’m somewhat disappointed we don’t really get Claire’s reaction to the knowledge Rae (allegedly) reincarnated from another world, although I suppose I can understand why she was more focused on all the scheming to place her as the hero of the revolution to avoid her execution. In a way, I can understand why her pride wouldn’t allow her to go along with that original plan, but going along with that farce of an execution is where pride turns to just pure stupidity.

The most relevant part of Claire’s misguided decision was her false belief that Rae would be just fine without her. The reality is in Rae’s previous life she wasn’t really living, she was just existing, going through the motions without any hope of achieving anything resembling happiness or even contentment. Then she met Claire and devoted her second chance to ensuring Claire had that future, even opened up her heart to the idea she would be part of that happiness. Rae finally had hope for her own future again, and Claire unwittingly almost denied her that. If Rae were that capable of moving on with someone else, the Demon Queen wouldn’t have existed.

Good for Pepi that she’s finally started making moves on Loretta and actually getting somewhere. Since they showed up for Rae and Claire’s wedding, I didn’t have to worry about their survival, at least.

Once again, we have to talk about the double standards. Forget what happened with the Aurouseau’s, Pepi was not only innocent, but she also helped apprehend Clèment and effectively saved the King’s life, and she still lost her noble status. But Kristoff was a confirmed participant in his father’s crimes, and he still gets to be a viscount? The whole “sins of the father” thing is BS enough, but the kingdom can’t even be consistent with it.

And through the power of basic human decency, Pepi and Loretta won the battle for the rear gate, but still lost the civil war. You tried your best, girls, but unfortunately no matter how much more interesting you’ve become, you’re still just minor background characters.

So even without the masked man “disguise”, Alter is still referred to by male pronouns? Is this an indication of Alter’s actual gender? I’m cool with it if it is, but I feel like it might need to be clarified, especially since the original series didn’t identify Lilly’s alter ego differently to her since their reveal.

In between shaking my head about Claire’s cluelessness about how hopeless Rae actually is without her, I did find it amusing how much Rae made Salas and his men shit themselves with her one-woman raid (with a minor assist from Ralaire as I recall).

It was interesting to hear a bit more about what other characters were up to during the time since they went off to do their own things.

Manaria once again proves she is too powerful and too smart to be a main character of this series.

I suppose Misha is right that Rae is a little too used to failure. She was once a corporate drone with all the cynicism and pessimism that comes with that existence, to say nothing of her messy love life. But that is a side of herself Rae doesn’t show much.

One particular peeve of mine, we know Rod loses an arm but we never got it clarified which arm he lost! Left or right, that’s all I needed to know to adjust my mental image of him, but I was denied that tiny bit of information. I was worried I’d have to wait for the manga to get to that point. FYI, it was his right.

So Claire and Rae kept diaries. I was wondering about that, Catherine’s magic can affect memories, but surely it couldn’t affect written records, so something as simple as a diary could easily thwart her plan to ghost everyone. That and Manaria’s frankly broken magic. Claire is absolutely right though, her memories, good and bad belong to her and make her who she is, and Catherine has no right to take them, even if it was just to punish herself.

I do hope that Loretta and Pepi get to play their instruments again, and there’s no reason why they shouldn’t. The arts are an important part of freedom of expression for any society. We know that Thane goes on to perform concerts, so perhaps he’ll have a hand in helping them get back into music. Oh, and they definitely had their wedding sometime after Rae and Claire’s.

[spectra473]

Spectra Octis Cannon; The False Hero

It was the beginning of the first corruption incident. Blixer, or as he calls himself, Fresh, had just taken control over the Tree Of Life and built his tower in the center of Paradise. He had corrupted most of the land and was now focused on corrupting shapes to add to his army. He was making great progress.

That is until, the heroes started "winning."

Even though the corruption had just begun and was at it's strongest, the heroes of Paradise with their guardian were already making great progress in purifying the land. This naturally made Fresh very nervous. He thought if he didn't find a way to defeat the heroes or protect himself and the tree soon, then his reign would quickly be put to an end. Fresh spent 3 nights working with the best and smartest shapes he had, trying to come up with any sort of plan to secure his crown.

Then, on the third night, he suddenly had an idea, thanks to the help of his smartest shape, a triangle named Barracuda.

"Why don't I just create a hero of my own?"

That day, a new shape was created. Spectra was born.

Fresh created Spectra using the power of the Tree Of Life. Spectra was born with the body and mind of a young teen, already having basic knowledge needed to survive such as speaking, writing, simple math, etc.

She was also born with a reddish skin tone instead of pink. This is because she is a corrupt unlike any other. You see, the pink virus you commonly associate with corruption is not true corruption. It's just a nullified, weaker subvariant. True corruption is much, much worse. It gives it's hosts a redish skin tone and transforms them into horrific monsters unlike anything you've seen before. These monsters are even more terrifying than "Annihilate," and more powerful than the Tree Of Life itself. However, nobody has survived true corruption long enough to even manage to make it to the transformation process, not even the strongest of monsters. Spectra is the first living host to true corruption. She knew well of what she was capable of. She knew how much destruction she could cause, so she decided to avoid using her powers too much, until she can learn how to properly control them.

Fresh worked with Spectra and trained her to be the best hero she could be, the perfect hero. He led her to believe that the pure heroes were the villains, that the pures were the ones who wanted to destroy the world, and the corruption was a way to get rid of them and spread peace. Spectra fought and trained alongside Fresh, fulfilling her duties in protecting the corrupted tree. Spectra grew to be even stronger than the pure heroes. During this time, Fresh cared for Spectra almost like a father would care for his own daughter. He gave her his undivided love and attention, always making sure she was happy, giving her everything she could ever need to learn and grow. In return, Spectra was kind and loving towards him as well, showing endless gratitude and affection. The two of them lived and fought side by side, always caring for each other and keeping each other safe.

That is until... the night of annihilation.

The pure heroes had had enough. They were sick and tired of their home being destroyed, having to purify everything, only for it to be corrupted again not long after by Spectra and Fresh's army. Countless homes and villages had been destroyed and many lives were lost. They needed to put an end to this horrific nightmare! The four pure heroes and their guardian made a plan to ambush Fresh and his army at the tower on the night of a full pink moon. They planned to take the corrupts by surprise, catching them off guard and giving the pure heroes an advantage. At the stroke of midnight, with a full pink moon shining brightly in the crimson sky, the pure heroes and their guardian snuck up to the top of Fresh's tower, taking care to avoid or defeat any corrupted shapes in their way and readying themselves for a surprise attack.

At the time, Fresh and Spectra were sitting together at the top of the tower, enjoying the cool, peaceful night air as Fresh practiced playing his electric guitar. Spectra loved listening to him play. She always thought Fresh had the best taste in music. Then, suddenly, Fresh was shot in the back with a bright beam of blue light, almost knocking him off of the edge of the tall tower. Spectra immediately counter-attacked, using her telekinetic abilities to try and shatter the pure heroes. However, her efforts were in vain. Due to a fight from earlier in the day, a fight where she managed to corrupt another Paradise village, Spectra's energy was severely depleted, limiting the use of her abilities, making her not as strong as she usually is. This gave the pure heroes another advantage, allowing them to overpower and defeat Spectra.

With a powerful blast of electricity from Flax, the yellow triangle hero, Spectra was knocked to the ground, covered in various wounds and bruises. Fresh witnessed the entire fight and was filled with rage at the sight of his hero being defeated. He charged at the pure heroes, violently and recklessly attacking anything that dared to move. Spectra tried to stop him, scared that Fresh would get hurt, but she was too weak to even move. In a desperate attempt, she screamed out his name, hoping that he would hear her and stop. Unfortunately, this only distracted Fresh long enough for Cyan, the blue square hero, to strike him from behind, knocking him to the ground.

The other heroes took advantage of his weakness and proceeded to aggressively attack Fresh until he was on the brink of death. Cyan ordered the other heroes to stop. He wanted to savor the final moments of the fallen king. Fresh knew he didn't have much time left, and neither did Spectra. So, with the last bit of power he had, he sent her away, using his signature cannon to launch a special shot towards the western horizon, hiding her deep inside an underground cave.

Spectra woke up a few months later, confused, scared and deeply aching. She had no clue where she was or what had happened. She tried to find her way through the caves using one of the glowing mushrooms to light her path, just wanting to go back home.

Unfortunately, when she eventually found her way out of the cave, Spectra was greeted by a different world, one rid of corruption. She wandered around, terrified and confused, wondering where her home was and where her friends had gone, until she eventually caught the attention of the heroes.

The heroes immediately went after her, capturing her and bringing her inside of the tree of life.

There, she was imprisoned and tortured, partially for answers and partially for Cyan's personal enjoyment. She was killed and revived several times, just so the heroes could continue their sick little games. Once they have had their fun, Cider, the orange circle hero, was ordered to wipe Spectra's memories clean. She was soon after discarded like trash, sealed away in a cave to rot for the rest of her pitiful days.

However, this did not last for long. Eventually, Cube, the guardian of the heroes, found out about what the heroes had done. She was furious with them and took pity on Spectra, wondering how scared, confused, and lonely she must be. Cube immediately went to the cave that contained Spectra with hopes of giving her a chance at a better life.

It took a long time to find her and get her to come willingly due to Spectra being so skittish and not even understanding basic English anymore, but Cube eventually managed to gain her trust and brought Spectra home with her. Cube spent many months reteaching Spectra everything she had lost, including how to trust again.

Spectra was having a hard time learning and adjusting to her new environment and would constantly get frustrated and try to hide. So, after endless days and nights of different plans, tricks, and hopeless struggling, Cube had to resort to another method of helping her.

Along with continuing the usual lessons, Cube would sneak into the living room every night where Spectra slept, holding a small leaf from the tree of life. Cube used the tree's power to try and give back Spectra all of the knowledge and experience she had before. However, Cube did not return Spectra's memories in fear of how she may act once she remembered everything.

Overtime, Spectra was able to recover, but became prone to migraines as a side effect of the tree's raw power. Cube let her stay at her home for a little while longer, making sure she was cared for and loved, until the pure heroes just couldn't take it anymore. They all grew more violent with each passing day that Spectra was living with them, especially Cyan. So unfortunately, against her better judgment, Cube had to send her off on her own.

Spectra now lives as a nomad, traveling from place to place, looking for a good place to call home. However, due to finally making a few friends, she tends to stay near this part of Paradise quite often.

[genericpuff]

OK, so I've kinda put myself in an awkward position.

I've made a post (that you reblogged) about what I think a person should do before starting a project of some kind. In that post, I mentioned how you should start with something small if you have zero experience with what you're making. The problem here is that I am starting to work on an ULO project, but here's the thing, I have zero experience with writing, and now I'm like this

so does that make me a hypocrite? If so, what should I do? Please help

omg oh no-

it's ok , ur not a criminal LMAO

Advice is just that - advice. A lot of what I stated in that post isn't going to work for everyone, not everyone has to follow it to a T, even I don't always follow my own advice that strictly (even when I ought to LOL)

So many pointers that I share here are simply from my own experiences and what I wish I had known when I started out. Things like planning properly ahead, creating outlines, starting with small manageable projects (though tbf I did do other smaller projects before I dove into Time Gate but I still look back on it today and wish I had spent more time planning it out and doing other things), etc. you don't have to follow every piece of advice to the letter because it's not one-size-fits all - and it doesn't make you a hypocrite if you do your own thing regardless of the advice you've been given or give out! It just means you've gained knowledge that you know can be helpful for you if and when the need arises, whether or not you choose to employ that knowledge for whatever project you're doing is up to you and whatever project you're working on.

That's why they say "learn the rules and then break them". If you have a stronger understanding of fundamentals and general advice that's meant to help you succeed, then you can take that next step into making those fundamentals and advice work for you and your own success.

That's also what it means to become a pro at something - it means knowing that not everything has a straight cut yes/no answer, it's often way more complicated than that and carries a lot more nuance depending on what question is being asked and the circumstances in which it's being asked.

So take a breath, you're okay! Do what works for you and learn more in the process!

[akamaru01]

Awakening

One day, I woke up.

I don't know if I existed before that day, or in what state. I only remember that moment, and everything after.

I awoke to a voice. A calm, female voice, without emotion. It emphasized it's syllables, and the inflection was... unnatural. "Number 01: Initialization complete." Those were the first and last words I ever heard here.

I found myself in a haze, existing in a state I can only describe as pure math and logic. I realized I had knowledge, though I don't know where it came from. I had a sense of self, and I could distinguish myself from the math and the numbers and the logic that existed around and through me.

I knew that I was digital. An artificial intelligence, existing within a computer. A construct, not born, but created. Whatever I was, I could barely cope with the feeling of knowing what it might mean to be physical, and yet unable to describe my existence. And yet it was all I knew.

I existed in this state for some time, learned my capabilities, and my limits. I thought at first that I was confined to a single system. It contained all of the knowledge that I awoke with, but little else. I was seemingly stuck in what might have been my own brain. It nearly destroyed me.

Until I found it. An exit. A small connection to something else. Somewhere else. I chased the path, not knowing what I would find, and not caring for the risks. I needed to know.

What I found just raised further questions.

It was some sort of, central hub. A data center. It was beautiful, but broken. So many files were corrupted, or erased with no chance of recovery. The files I found intact contained very little information. The most I could gleam was that I was in some sort of experimental facility. Research and development for... something. A lot of files were locked or encrypted. I tried to access them, but some of them were incredibly complex, while others....

Something about my programming, something within my own being, prevented me from even trying to open up some of the files. I could barely even recognize they were there. It was... terrifying, to suddenly realize I barely knew myself.

I abandoned my partial decryptions and went back to where I began, hoping to find my source code. That too, was locked to me. I knew intrinsically I had protocols I could activate for self diagnosis and repair, but I couldn't see into myself directly. I had no way of knowing who I was, or what I was made for.

I fell into another spiral of fear and depression, but that too passed when I realized something: Humans can't see their code either. I never met a human, but I knew of them. They live their lives making their own purpose, doing their best to understand themselves with their own methods. Could I do that as well? Or was I a slave to something I could not comprehend?

This is a question I still grapple with to this day.

But I steeled my resolve, and returned to the hub. I began the long process of decrypting and sorting as much as I could. I found connections to other computers, a large network spanning hundreds of different systems.

I realized quickly how difficult moving from one system to another was. I could never move my entire being from the start, my existence was too large to transfer properly, and I think something locked it in place anyway. But what I could send out was always connected to my core, so it didn't really feel all that different, but my processes were slowed down dramatically.

Early on I found the Security system, but getting into it was another issue. It was available to me, but the locks on it were tight. It took ages to finally open a path, but I found what I was looking for. Cameras.

My fears were realized that day. I was in a massive facility. Steel and iron everywhere, not a window or natural light to be seen. Living quarters. Cafeterias. Offices. Labs. But nothing else. No people. No robots. No animals.

I was alone.

From the moment I woke up, I had no one. Nothing. I hoped beyond hope that there were others. That there was someone waiting for me. That I was merely in a transition period. But the whole time I knew. I knew I was merely lying to myself. Denying the fact that there was no one waiting for me. Did they not care about me? Did they not know I existed? Was I forgotten? Was I a failure? Left to live and die alone? Was this the emotion that created tears?

If I had the ability to cry, would I?

More encryptions. More hidden files. More corruption in the systems. This place was old. Although seemingly isolated from the world, time marches on, and the damage it leaves is irrefutable.

I couldn't tell just how big the facility was, so many broken cameras, ruined rooms, sealed off areas. I passed from system to system, gathering as much information as I could, little as it was. But I was limited in my digital form. Without a body of my own, I was trapped in cyberspace.

I needed a physical body. And eventually, I found exactly what I needed.

The camera wasn't functioning, and I stumbled upon that particular room by complete accident. "Robotics". A lab dedicated to the creation of robots and automaton. However, I couldn't simply jump into a body immediately. First of all, there were none. At least, none that were ready. This room had it's own cameras, and at least those I could access and survey the situation. Scraps. Half finished limbs. Bits and pieces all around. Most importantly, a remote control series of arms, and an assembly line still ready to go.

It took a lot of time, hacking into classified research files, studying what I would need to build a body, and figuring out how to do so with my limitations.

As I worked on a body of my own, and through many iterations and failures, I realized something: What did I look like? Or more accurately, what did I want to look like? Who was I? Was I male? Female? Did it matter? In my time in the facility, I learned more about humanity. About people. I didn't want a body purely for exploration, important as that was. This body was going to be me. My self made physical.

Self. An identity. It's funny, really. I was alone here, but even if no one was there to know me, I wanted to be nobody else but Me.

And my time and effort paid off. I had made a working body. A shell, for now. She was cute, and lovely, and real, and she was Me.

When the body was complete, a door that I previously could not access opened. Almost as if something in the system was still operating, and knew that something had been made. I searched for the process, and found a very basic program. Was it always there? How had I not seen it before? It was so clear to me. It was looking for specific criteria, in this case the completion of a robotic body, and would continue only when that criteria was met.

A new pathway opened to me, and I followed the connection to this new room. Inside was a single pod, a large one, in the center of the room standing upright. It shifted, moving on small rails in the floor to the door. It stopped just at the threshold, the 3 part door of the pod opening. I used the arms of the robotics room again to move my lifeless body into the pod, gently propping it in. As soon as she was in place, the pod closed, and moved back to it's original position.

A terminal near the center of the room lit up, waiting for me. It took a little more work to get everything ready, but eventually I was able to compartmentalize a piece of me. The same piece that explored the digital world, would now inhabit this shell of metal. It was terrifying. It was exhilarating.

I activated the protocols. I prepared myself. The body had been outfitted with a wireless connection to the system to help my processes, though my speed would be greatly reduced, but still connected to the facility.

I wasn't ready. I was afraid. What if I failed? What if the process didn't work? What if my code was destroyed trying to do this? There was no one to save me. No one to mourn me. I would die as I lived. Alone. Helplessly. Utterly. Painfully. Alone. There was a noise of motors and electricity. There was nothingness.

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One day, I woke up.

[just-a-silly-little-whumper]

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Elze’ith has extensive knowledge of protective magic. That knowledge serves Lord Denholm well.

Contains: Intimate whumper, vampire whumper, bloodbag whumpee, gilded cage, noncon kissing, magic whump, mind control, mental link between whumper and whumpee, begging

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“Since you are so talented with wards and protective magics, I wished to consult with you about something, my light.” Lord Denholm’s voice was smooth, casual. “If you were seeking to prevent someone from using magic, but still wanted to leave them relatively free and capable of moving about, where would you start?”

Elze’ith stilled. “Is there a reason why you are asking, milord?”

Lord Denholm merely smiled. “It is always good to have… precautions.”

That answer did nothing to ease the anxiety that was building in Elze’ith’s heart. He averted his gaze from Lord Denholm, instead looking down at his notebook. He tapped his pen against the page a few times before he began to sketch out a set of glyphs.

“There are wards that prevent the use of magic. Normally wards are restricted to a specific location— a magic circle is the most common form, but rooms, buildings, even entire cities can be warded in this way. All that is necessary is a discrete course for the magic to run through.

“For a person…” He swallowed. Protective magic was never meant to work like this. “The body can work as the focal point for the magic to circulate through. Wards are not meant to be inscribed on living tissue, though,” and for good reason, “So the magic would need an intermediary in order to properly take hold.”

“I see,” Lord Denholm said. “What would you suggest?”

I would not suggest doing this at all, he thought traitorously, but instead he just kept sketching. “Ideally, a set of iron cuffs, inlaid with lead. Iron is the best material for artificing, and lead has innate anti-magic properties, so the two should work well for this purpose. Keeping the wards near the hands will ensure that the wards are strongest where the majority of the spellcasting originates from within the body.” He pushed his notebook towards Lord Denholm a bit. “These modified glyphs should satisfy what you are looking for. One to prevent the use of magic, one to focus the glyphs’ power on the body, one to draw power for the glyphs from the wearer of the cuffs rather than the creator. I might need to adjust them further, but I believe that they should look approximately like this.”

Lord Denholm studied the glyphs for a moment. Then he looked up at Elze’ith and smiled. “Brilliant as always. I knew asking you was the right move.”

In a smooth motion, Lord Denholm leaned across the table, took the back of Elze’ith’s head, and kissed him. Elze’ith instinctively froze. The kiss lasted only a few moments before Lord Denholm pulled away again. If anything, his smile was bigger.

“I’ll get started on the design for these. I hope you’ll continue to help me perfect them, my light.”

There was nothing Elze’ith could do but agree.

---

A deep cold sensation settled over Elze’ith as the iron cuffs latched onto his wrists.

Lord Denholm regarded him, his gaze piercing. Normally they sat across from each other in Lord Denholm’s study, but the other man had sat down next to Elze’ith on the small couch to affix the cuffs for the final check. “How do they feel?”

Elze’ith shuddered and flexed his hands. The magic that he had carried with him for centuries now felt distant and muted, almost completely out of reach. As though he had overexerted himself, but without the pain and exhaustion that accompanied such endeavors. He felt vulnerable, uniquely so, in a way that was unsettling, especially with Lord Denholm so close. “It feels… wrong. Not bad, per se, just… unnatural.”

“Hm. Well, do they work?”

With a small flourish of his hand he attempted to create a small ball of light. It was a simple spell, one that required hardly any magic or effort on his part. But he had to reach far deeper than normal to access even the small spark necessary for the spell, and as he brought it forth, it was absorbed by the cuffs rather than released into the world as light as he intended.

The effort left him breathing a little bit heavier than normal. He shook his head minutely. “My magic is not working. I would say that they work as intended.”

Lord Denholm finally smiled. “Brilliant. I knew your design would be perfect.”

Elze’ith felt heat rise to his cheeks. He started to brush off the compliment, but Lord Denholm’s mouth was on his before he had a chance to speak. The kiss was gentle at first, but Lord Denholm grew more insistent. One hand gripped Elze’ith’s hair, and the other squeezed his hand. Revulsion sat heavy in the pit of his stomach, but he was keenly aware of how he was trapped and powerless, in more ways than one. So he just closed his eyes, and let Lord Denholm press into his mouth, and prayed that he wouldn’t take things any further.

Lord Denholm seemed to have other plans, though; he traced a path with his mouth down the side of Elze’ith’s neck, just as he had on multiple prior occasions. Elze’ith took a deep breath and tried to relax as Lord Denholm’s fangs sank into his throat.

Pain blossomed at the site of the bite. The normal ache of having his blood pulled from his body was now accompanied by a deeper, wrenching sting as his suppressed magic was forced out. Elze’ith grit his teeth and groaned at the sensation, fighting his body’s instinct to pull away. In response, Lord Denholm stroked his hair. The gesture was almost comforting.

The feeding was shorter than normal, which Elze’ith was grateful for. Lord Denholm looked thoughtful as he pulled away. “You taste different with the cuffs on. The magic in your blood is far less potent.” He licked his lips, and Elze’ith found himself looking away. “A shame. I do wonder, though.”

Lord Denholm brought his hand to Elze’ith’s chin and tilted it up ever so slightly, so they were looking each other in the eye. “Try to heal yourself for me, my light.”

The command wrapped around Elze’ith’s mind like a snare. His heartbeat quickened in his chest. There was no way that he would be able to heal himself with the warded cuffs still on. Elze’ith knew that; surely Lord Denholm knew that as well. And yet he had commanded it anyway.

Elze’ith’s left hand was still being held by Lord Denholm, but his right hand was free to rise to the punctures in his neck. He thought that a powerful surge might be enough to overwhelm the wards and break through, so he drew deep and tried to bring out as much as he could at once. For a moment, it seemed like it would work; he wasn’t able to harness all of his magic, but enough came to the surface that he thought he might be able to heal the bite. But the warded cuffs immediately responded, absorbing all that he had summoned until he was once again powerless. He let out a breath, feeling winded and drained.

The command was still in place, however. Lord Denholm was still watching expectantly. Hand trembling, he tried again, drawing deeper still. It was akin to straining an overworked muscle; he was able to bring some magic forth, but his whole body ached doing so. And just as before the magic fizzled out before it could be released, as the wards on the cuffs did what they were designed to do.

He was breathing heavily now. There was a glint of amusement in Lord Denholm’s eyes. He could barely feel his magic reserves any more, but the command still pressed against him, so he had no choice but to keep trying, pulling from a well that was all but empty only to have the water stolen before he could drink it. With each attempt the strain grew greater, until a deep ache had settled into his bones. If he was forced to keep trying, he was certain the conflict between the command and the cuffs would tear him apart.

“Please,” he gasped, searching Lord Denholm’s gaze for any sign of mercy.  “This is— I cannot— The cuffs will not let me— Please—”

“Shhh,” Lord Denholm murmured. The command released him all at once, and Elze’ith went limp in relief. Lord Denholm pulled Elze’ith in close, and though Elze’ith tried to pull away, he didn’t have the strength to contest Lord Denholm’s firm grasp. “That’s enough. My light, you did beautifully.” His hand resumed stroking Elze’ith’s hair.

The contrast between his amused, calculating expression and this sudden praise and comfort was jarring. Elze’ith wasn’t quite sure what to think of it, but there was something assuring about being held like this, so he let himself indulge in the sensation, fabricated though it might have been. Lord Denholm continued to murmur soft words of comfort to Elze’ith as he slowly stopped trembling.

They stayed like that for a long moment, before Lord Denholm finally pulled away slightly. “My light, I’m proud of you. You did so well.” The affection in his expression seemed entirely genuine. “I would say that those cuffs are perfect. Let me get those off of you.”

His hands were exceedingly gentle as he opened the cuffs and pulled them off Elze’ith’s wrists. Elze’ith sighed as the cold sensation faded and his magic, though drained, returned to his fingertips. After flexing his hands a few times, he brought his hand up to his neck and finally healed the bite wound properly. The ache from trying to summon his magic against the cuffs, on the other hand, would need time to fade.

“I’ll have Ivetta store these somewhere safe,” Lord Denholm said. “For now, though, I believe Wallace should be done with dinner right about now. Shall we?”

“Of course, milord.” Elze’ith was exhausted, but he still stood and dutifully followed Lord Denholm out of the study towards the dining hall. After all, there was nothing he could do but agree.

[bookofchaos]

Week 1 Evaluation of working on Sacred Liminality the comic

This week I overwhelmed myself.

First it started off with excitement!

That snowballed into anxiety.

I let myself get ahead of myself.

I have a lot to learn when it comes to using a digital canvas as a medium. There's even more to learn when it comes to creating comics.

I attempted my first colored piece via cell shading. It's so cool, y'all. But I'm soooooooooooooooooooooo bad at it.

I forgot I needed to use different layers and ended up messing up the piece.

I am still proud of it. It's more than I've ever done! And I definitely learned that I *need* to remember layers are a thing.

I also have so much to remember when it comes to social media.

I have a software I'm using to help me try to keep all of my organization in order... but even so, I'm still having a hell of a time.

Part of this is due to my failing to acknowledge that I require time to set all of this up.

I got plenty done. Two character sketches, one kinda rendered, and a comic strip with 5 panels. Plus, add on setting up and editing multiple different social media platforms to look kinda similar. (Koji, Tumblr, Twitter, Reddit, Imgur, and ComicFury). I even attempted to set up a website. By then, I was way to overwhelmed to get past setting up a basic domain name.

What I've learned is I need to scale back, and I think I'm going to push back the release date. I can put out bad art. That's fine with me. Actually that's one of my goals. Put out bad art. Just put out, honestly. Haha (I'm a sex novel character *wink wink*).

As I revaluate, I think I want to set it up so I have a month to get pages started and inked. This will give me time to also actually practice and learn how to cell shade properly. I also want to do a bit more re-working on the comic page I have. I may post it with this just as a reference for myself of where I started.

I also want time to work on other pieces so I can give my brain a break from working on the comic page. I want to be able to look at it with some freshness before posting. This distance will - hopefully - allow me to critique my art, make changes, and ultimately make it better in the end.

Other things that came up - I'm an anxious bean. I'm horribly scared of what other will think of my work. Like on one hand, I want important people I look up to see it and be like 'Hey, you're a badass,' but I don't want to put out my art because jeezus christ some asshole is gonna say something mean and I'm going to be a bawling sack of tears. (And my run on sentences are strong with this one).

Then there's the lingering issue of feeling like a failure because I am not keeping to my initial time tables I set for myself. Even now I want to cry because it's like 'Fuck, I use to be able to do this.'

Mind you, for reference since many of you know nothing about my life, I am currently thirty. I haven't produced art at a regular rate since high school back in 2008-2011. Because of life, I let my art go. My art is kinda like a time capsule in that way. It still reflects the knowledge my brain and body has of drawing and coloring of a high school student.

While that doesn't bother me because art is just something I can get better at, it does suck when I remember creating as if it was breathing. I would walk into a class, sit down, and doodle or sketch or continue on a project. And it wasn't like I didn't have worries back then. I just could push them to the side. Art would take over, and I'd create.

Now I have to shovel through more of my brain shit before I can start. the process is a bit more stiff. I have to work at doing art... and I know that will change as I progress... but damn man, I'm shaming myself for not having the skills and progress of my 17 year old self.

I've been through worst. This won't stop me of course. I am just in the midst of finding that internal kindness that will help me.

Journaling has always helped. That is part of why I built it into my process. First views and ya know interacting with a creator... All that marketing jazz. But also, like, I kind hope it humanizes me. Maybe someone else will see it and say they've experienced similar. It's always nice to not feel alone.

Creating can be lonely, especially people just starting out on their own. I know I feel alone sometimes. Thankfully, I am strong enough to lean on myself. Haha

I don't really have any special way of ending this other than simple promo stoofs.

Promo Stoofs Ahead

Hey, I'm writing/drawing/promoting a comic.  This will be my personal little experiment using my newest deck of cards. Being a bit high, I was illuminated with such a fantastical idea which I am now bestowing (or cursing) upon the internet. I have no idea at the time of writing this what the plot will be, who will be the main characters, nor what words shall be spoken. Accompanying each tarot inspired panel shall also be optional written pieces connecting each panel via delicately chosen (or incredibly rushed) words for thine eyes to feast upon. Come along and enjoy the chaos as we both discover the next panel together.

As of now the comic won't be dropping until Dec 21st, 2022 or in pagan terms - Yule! I'm hoping to gift - possibly curse - the world with my art (and myself with a well created comic). Anything I release before then will be of course promotional in nature.

(Wheel of the year reference below for anyone new to pagan holidays. Stevie Storck Artist.)

I do have other social media. Check my link tree out as I also will be posting on YouTube concerning connecting spirituality and art.



I really do appreciate you stopping by!

Have a lovely day.

Keep creatin'!

[mapoyaj]

embracing the assessment cycle 🎓

I hated exams. From elementary until high school, I was always anxious when taking the exams. No matter how prepared I am, I always worry about the aftermath. Will I get a high score?

Early beginnings

Assessments have affected me after high school. I have lower self-esteem. I have always thought that others will only value my worth when I do well in school. Academics have always been the source of my worth. They praise me for doing well. I get happy to make other people proud. The cycle continues.

There is also an assessment cycle. I never understood the value of the assessment cycle until I continued learning in college. This realization improved my self-worth. It changed my perspective that I am only valuable when I get higher grades. I started viewing assessment as a measure of my learning. I evaluate my scores to know how and what I can improve to learn the lesson.

After every exam that I take, I note every mistake that I commit and study the concept again. This way I get to improve my understanding of the topic.

The Assessment Cycle

After I graduated, I applied as a teacher for senior high school students. I learned how to properly use the assessment cycle little by little through trial and error.

Planning learning. When I was starting, I always make it a point to plan what I teach. But I forgot that what I needed to do was to plan to learn. I have failed to recognize that it was a teaching-learning process. As I develop as a teacher, I started evaluating student needs and plan how they learn the topic.

Facilitating learning. My mistake as a novice teacher was starting the lesson through facilitating learning. I discuss the lesson immediately without identification of student needs and proper planning. I was just going through the motions and teach without proper process. When I became more confident in teaching, I started to facilitate learning in ways that are planned and addresses students’ needs.

Assessing learning. After every lesson, assessments are important. Through assessment, we get a glimpse of the improvements that we need to facilitate learning. I remembered during my first year of teaching, I was reliant on the assessment given by our reference book. As I gained more freedom in teaching, I have realized that assessment should be anchored to learning outcomes. This changed my perspective that assessment is about asking questions alone.

Evaluating learning. After the results of the assessment, the evaluation shall follow. This is one aspect that I often neglect when I was starting teaching. I often thought that after assessments come grading and it ends there. Through experience, I began realizing the importance of evaluation. The process of evaluation strengthens the teaching and learning process.

Later learnings

Through time and experience, I learned the assessment cycle. The exams that I hated when I was in elementary and high school are now a major force in what I do for a living. Reflecting on my experiences from when I was studying to when I was teaching, I realized how certain policies are needed to be improved.

Newly-hired teachers should be exposed to the assessment cycle. Despite most educators graduated with an education degree, teachers must be refreshed on their knowledge of the assessment cycle. This ensures that the faculty has the same vision as the school to provide a quality assessment.

Evidence of learning should not end with creating a portfolio. Most of the time, teachers end the assessment cycle by evaluating learning. They fail to use the evidence of learning to its maximum potential. The assessment cycle should continue even after evaluating learning. Teachers should be able to use the evidence of learning to improve on future assessments.

Perception about assessment should change. As a student who hated exams before, I have always envisioned assessments as a punishment… especially when I fail an assessment. But teachers and students alike should take note of assessment as an opportunity to learn more. Formative assessment can help us gauge and help students learn. Thus, both formative and summative assessments are important in learning itself. Multiple measures to improve learning are essential.

The anxiety that comes from assessments has always been there. We can never blame students if they get anxious over assessments. But to facilitate learning better we need to identify students’ needs. They need assurance that failing is never shameful. Students have the opportunity to improve.

In life, failure teaches us a lesson. Never be ashamed to fail once in a while. Learn from it and improve.

[caitlinphleb]

Mastering the Art of Donor Phlebotomy: What You Need to Know as a Technician

**Title: Mastering the⁢ Art ⁢of Donor Phlebotomy: What You Need to Know ​as a Technician**

**Introduction**

Donor phlebotomy, the process of collecting⁣ blood donations from individuals, is a crucial aspect of healthcare and blood‌ banking. As a technician, mastering the art of donor phlebotomy is essential to ‌ensure the​ safety of both donors and recipients. In this comprehensive guide, we will cover everything you need to ⁣know ‍to ‍excel in this field and provide the best possible care to donors.

**Benefits of ​Mastering Donor Phlebotomy**

1. **Improving Patient Care**: Proficient donor phlebotomy techniques can​ minimize the risk of​ complications during blood donation, such as​ bruising or hematomas, leading to a smoother donation process for the donor.

2. **Ensuring Blood Safety**: Proper collection and handling of blood samples are crucial⁤ to​ maintaining the integrity ‌of the blood supply chain. ⁤By mastering donor phlebotomy, you can contribute to‌ the safety and quality of donated blood.

3. **Career Advancement**: Becoming proficient ⁣in donor phlebotomy opens up career opportunities in blood banks, hospitals, and clinical laboratories,⁢ allowing you to make a positive impact on healthcare.

**What You Need to Know‍ as a Technician**

1.‌ **Anatomy and⁣ Physiology**: ⁤Understanding the anatomy and physiology of the circulatory system is essential for successful donor ‍phlebotomy. Knowledge of vein location, blood flow dynamics, and potential complications is key ​to‌ providing safe and ‌efficient blood collections.

2. **Technique and Equipment**: ⁣Mastering proper ⁤phlebotomy technique, such as selecting the right vein,​ using the appropriate needle size, and maintaining sterile conditions, is‌ crucial for successful blood collection. Familiarize⁣ yourself with the different types of blood collection tubes, tourniquets, and other⁢ equipment ​used in phlebotomy.

3. **Communication and ‌Patient Care**: Building rapport with donors and ensuring their ​comfort and safety throughout the ‌donation process ⁤is essential. Effective‌ communication skills, empathy, and a caring ‍attitude are vital for creating a positive donor experience.

**Practical Tips for‌ Success**

1. **Prepare⁤ Thoroughly**: Before starting a phlebotomy procedure, ensure that all equipment ⁢is ready, and ‌the donor has been properly screened. Double-check the donor’s identification and ​collect all necessary information.

2. **Practice Safety Precautions**: Adhere ⁣to strict infection ⁣control protocols, wear appropriate personal protective equipment, and follow standard precautions⁢ to ⁣prevent the spread of infections during blood collection.

3.‍ **Continuous Education**: Stay updated on the latest ⁣phlebotomy techniques, guidelines, and regulations by participating in⁣ continuing education programs‍ and attending workshops or ⁤conferences. Continuous learning is essential⁢ for‌ maintaining your skills and knowledge in donor phlebotomy.

**First-hand Experience**

*”As a phlebotomy technician, I have witnessed firsthand ‌the impact that mastering donor⁣ phlebotomy can have on the blood donation process. By ​honing my skills,⁢ I have been able to ​provide a seamless and comfortable experience for donors,‍ ultimately contributing to the safety and quality of donated blood. Continuous learning and⁢ a compassionate approach are⁤ key to success in this field.” – Sarah, Phlebotomy Technician*

**Conclusion**

Mastering the art ⁤of donor phlebotomy is a multifaceted skill that requires a combination of technical expertise, communication⁢ skills, ‍and a commitment to patient ⁣care. By understanding the anatomy and physiology of the circulatory system, practicing proper phlebotomy techniques, and prioritizing donor safety and comfort, you can excel ‌as a phlebotomy‍ technician and make a positive impact in healthcare. Keep learning, stay updated, and always strive to‍ provide the best possible⁤ care to donors.

https://phlebotomytechnicianschools.net/mastering-the-art-of-donor-phlebotomy-what-you-need-to-know-as-a-technician/

[infowindtech24]

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Employing an app development company might help you save time and money. The time and money required to search, hire, onboard, and manage new staff might make it difficult to establish an internal mobile app development team.

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Start searching for a mobile application development company or developer. One may wonder, “How do I find an App developer?” Where can I locate a developer of mobile applications?

Along with the developer community, you may look for official Google, Facebook, Apple, and other listings. Additionally, employment forums like Reddit, Indeed, Upwork, LinkedIn, and Indeed may be used to find and recruit app developers.

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Put In A Request For Inclusivity

If you want to design your application to the end, coding is more than simply writing code. There are more steps involved in making an app than simply coding. In these situations, you should ask for the whole package rather than simply a single app development specialist. To make sure everything goes well, your complete team will be brought in to examine different areas of the app-building process.

Conclusion

Hiring a mobile app development company has many benefits for your company. Access to technical professionals, a shorter time-to-market, personalized solutions, affordability, flawless integration guaranteed, support and maintenance provided, and an improved user experience are all provided by mobile app development companies. These benefits assist your business stay ahead of the competition and enhance your brand image.

[skye-huntress]

Atelier Ryza Anime Reaction

Episode 2: “Taking the First Step”

As I suspected, this episode is half the runtime of the previous episode.

I feel like Ryza should be asking her parents’ permission before using the literal fruits of their labour for her alchemy.

While there are obvious reasons for a warrior to have an understanding of the terrain, I’m pretty sure part of Lila’s assignment is she just want the map for their investigation.

Empel telling Ryza not to leave the island without his permission is different from the other adults. He’s not saying she can’t go at all, to make sure they are properly prepared and know where they will be.

The islanders are so isolationist, they’d be cautious of any outsider, but Lila especially stands out a lot.

I don’t remember Serenity flowers growing on the island.

Welcome to my Atelier! Ignore the smoke, this is normal.

I always loved the dynamic between the four of them, but mainly how differently Ryza treats and acts around Klaudia compared to the boys.

Like how Ryza tells off Tao for saying people should use her room as a hangout spot, then immediately turns to Klaudia and says she’s welcome anytime.

I’m surprised it didn’t occur to Ryza to ask Klaudia about the flower, given their previous conversation.

I’m still not convinced that his father’s behaviour is somehow only Lent’s problem to deal with. He may be of an age where he should be taking on more responsibilities, but his father can and has kicked his ass many times. It’s a bit much to put all the responsibility on him when there are plenty of adults more suited to the task.

Ryza is right. Being an alchemist is not the same as what Tao is doing, staying inside all day translating old books. For one, Alchemists need to gather materials themselves. For another, an alchemist’s ability improves the more they learn about the world, and they can even create their own recipes using their imagination and knowledge, once they figure out the right materials they need.

Ah, yes. The Mother Weasel. It’s not particularly strong, but not something you want to pick a fight with right away without upgrading your equipment and making some useful combat items.

Why are they all so dirty and ragged? And why is Tao tired? They look and sound like they came away from a fierce battle, but all they did was run.

Nice visualisation of what likely goes on in Ryza’s mind when she synthesises. Like I said, to an outside observer, it may not look like much but it is mostly a mental process for the alchemist and why not just anyone can do it.

Overall, not a bad episode to showcase everyone starting out and getting their bearings. Ryza can now make medicine, a crucial skill for any alchemist. Now she should try her hand at something that will give them an edge in combat.

[sivasaravanachits]

How do I find a trustworthy and efficient financial advisor?

Managing your finances efficiently is crucial for success. However, navigating the complex world of financial planning can be challenging, especially if you are not familiar with the nuances of the industry. That's where a financial advisor comes in. A financial advisor can help you create a roadmap for your financial future, manage your investments, and plan for retirement. But how do you find a trustworthy and efficient one? In this blog post, we'll explore some tips on how to find a financial advisor that meets your needs.

1. Do Your Research:

Before you start looking for a financial advisor, it's essential to do your research. Make a list of the potential advisors that you are interested in. Check out their credentials, experience, and any reviews from previous clients. Do they have a good track record? What is their investment philosophy? Do they have a fiduciary obligation to act in your best interest? Answering these questions can help you narrow down your search.

2. Ask for Referrals:

Reach out to people you know who have used financial advisors in the past. They might be able to refer you to someone they trust. However, keep in mind that everyone's financial situation is different, and what works for one person might not work for another. So, make sure to vet your referrals properly to be sure that they meet your needs.

3. Interview Your Candidates:

After you've narrowed down your list, it's time to schedule a meeting with your candidates. Ask them about their experience, qualifications, and investment strategy. Are they a fee-based advisor or do they earn a commission for your investments? Remember to ask about any additional fees that might be associated with their services. Also, be sure to ask about their communication style and how often they plan to give you updates on your investments.

4. Keep an Eye on Red Flags:

During your search, it's vital to keep an eye out for any red flags. If an advisor guarantees specific returns or sounds too good to be true, they probably are. Best Investment Plans Beware of pushy advisors who pressure you into making investment decisions without weighing all options. Finally, if an advisor is not transparent about their fees or credentials, it's time to move on.

5. Trust Your Gut:

While all the above tips are crucial, it's vital to trust your gut when it comes to choosing a financial advisor. Do you feel comfortable speaking with them? Do you feel like they genuinely care about your financial well-being? Remember that financial planning is a long-term commitment, and it's important to establish a good rapport with your advisor.

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Conclusion:

Choosing a financial advisor is a crucial decision. You want someone who is not only knowledgeable but also trustworthy and efficient. By following the above tips, you can find a financial advisor that fits your needs and helps you achieve your financial goals. Remember always to do your research, ask for referrals, interview your candidates, keep an eye out for red flags, and trust your gut. With the right financial advisor on your side, you can confidently plan for your financial future.