#I think I overdid it a little with the effects

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Gemineye

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Daryl from Zero Effect 📼

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

Think I overdid it with the Marcy harm today so let me tell you a little bit about Marcy fluff before I go to sleep.

So as we all know, at the end of the show the three girls discovered how to open portals on their own w/o the box, right?? Because they have the powers of the gems, you remember how - how that's the end of the show, right? And remember how Marcy was adopted by Olivia at the end and moved to Amphibia while still attending to school on Earth with her girls? Okay so since the show ended like that, I just know she and Olivia have the softest most supportive and endearing mother-daughter relationship even though none of them call it that, mostly because neither of them had a great relationship with their mothers, so it's not like they would know anyway. But Marcy just triggers Olivia's protective instincts so easily! Olivia likes ti make her tea and put bandaids on her knees when she scrapes them and defend her when people start accusing her of every current problem in Amphibia because she brought the box back and she gave it to Andrias and she terrorized everyone alongside him - and oh, Olivia would have none of it. Not when she was there to see what happened. Not when she knows those screams will haunt her forever. Not when they still wake her up at night, whenever Marcy scrambles out of her bed trembling from head to toe. Olivia wraps her up in a warm blanket and makes her some hot chocolate whenever that happens, maybe watches a movie with her on her phone until Marcy feels better. She doesn't understand Marcy's love for movies and games, and when Marcy starts explaining, she feels like she understands even less, but she likes listening. For so long after the invasion, her happiness would be so rare... the curious, adventurous, energetic child she once knew was now quiet and timid, always with dark bags under her eyes and a neutral expression on her face. All Olivia had wanted was to make her smile - maybe that's why she turned a blind eye when she heard her on the phone with her friends late on a school night, tiny portal open just enough to let the signal in. So, she found her strange little rambles endearing, because she looked so happy talking about her games and movies. Yes, Marcy seemed to awaken a need to protect that Olivia never even thought she had in her. She had this effect on a lot of people, if her friends were anything to go by. It made her wonder how come Andrias never saw her that way. It confused her, how anyone could know Marcy and want to hurt her.

Then again, she'd heard horror tales about her parents, so maybe she shouldn't be so surprised. Marcy had ended up at the mercy of people who hurt her far too many times.

But now she has Olivia, and Yunan is there, too - Olivia's girlfriend doesn't live with them, but she visits often, and yeah, Yunan doesn't like kids much, but she gets along with Marcy fine. It seems like she forgets she's a kid half of the time: she'll ask her if she wants some whenever she drinks, and she'll tell her about her personal problems as if she were talking to a fellow adult. Olivia has scolded her more than once, but Marcy doesn't mind. It feels nice to be respected. Yunan and her go on a lot of adventures together, and always make sure to bring Olivia a little trinket or two.

Marcy's favorite part, though, is when she catches them exchanging sweet glances and gentle words, like, sometimes she's be coming right around the corner and she'll find them talking in hushed voices, giving each othe the biggest heart eyes, and she'll leave to give them their privacy with the biggest grin on her face. Oh she just has to tell Sasha about this.

As for her girls, she sees them every day at school. Sasha even stopped skipping altogether so she won't miss a day with her. It's always nice being with her friends - they have sleepovers every month, always in Anne's house, and Anne is the one to cook for her friends whenever that happens, because she knows Marcy loves her cooking the most. They still dare each other to do increasingly stupid things, and somehow, she gets Sasha to write down her name in the Book of Losers for the first time. She's not too upset, though, because somewhere in her sleep, she ends up turning around and wrapping her arms around Marcy from behind, pulling her flush against her chest, and oh, Sasha is very warm. To think she'd once been so rough and domineering! She always knew she was a big softie deep down, but maybe what surprises her the most is how openly Sasha expresses it nowadays. It's not like the three of them had never told each other "I love you", but it's crazy how Sasha will say it every time they hug each other goodbye before Marcy goes back home. Anne is a bit more shy in that regard, but she expresses it in so many other ways - hugs, holding hands, piggyback rides... she even tries to get into her games! Though she ends up enjoying the likes of Stardew Valley and Animal Crossing more than the massive high-fantasy open world RPGs Marcy loves so much. Still, she makes a habit of always making sure Marcy's portable charger is full so her switch will never run out of battery while Marcy is in Amphibia - Frog knows that would kill her.

Wanting to look out for Marcy is remarkably easy. They don't understand why some peole find it so hard either.

[isfjmel-phleg]

The "Return of the Hero!" arc works as an introduction to Triumph because he is the narrator. We're in on his thought processes and everything he keeps under wraps, which informs how he presents himself outwardly and gives complexity that we wouldn't have otherwise had if we had just seen him externally as this incredibly arrogant guy showing up out of nowhere to make wild claims.

His appearances in Justice League Task Force work too, because even though he's not the narrator there, we are constantly getting his thoughts, just as we do those of his teammates, so we understand where he's coming from even when he's being a jerk (which is like 95-99% of the time).

There are multiple reasons that his solo series turned out to be less than effective. I don't think it had enough space to fully flesh out the story the writer wanted to tell (only four issues, should have been six). There was too much going on (the writer has said that he was going for "layers of complexity" but overdid it), making it difficult to follow. But it also lacked the amount of access to the protagonist's thoughts that his previous appearances provided. It's Will's own series; he should be front and center when it comes to telling the story. The distance from him that the solo has is typical of his tendency to hold people at arm's length, but he should be doing that with the rest of the cast, not with the audience. There's little opportunity to get into his head and follow him as he deals with the unresolved issues with his father and with the realization that he's cut himself off from his humanity. So a lot of his actions don't make total sense. Why, for instance, does he not seek medical treatment when his back is broken? Why does he seem to be fine after this extremely serious injury? The solo never explains either question, and we have to learn in another book entirely about how he uses his powers to stave off pain and paralysis. We miss out on a lot of emotional impact too, having to infer what's going on with Will internally from his expressions and actions alone.

Will is one of those characters who function best when we can get inside their head. He not only is a natural introvert who doesn't share much of himself but also is hiding behind his self-constructed Triumph persona that ramps up his (unfortunately very real) arrogance while concealing the emptiness and loneliness he can't quite acknowledge. The effectiveness of his character is in the tension between what he projects and who he really is, and without half of that conflict, he's just...an inexplicable jerk.

[snowbaamgyu]

Soogyu emeto draft

WARNING ⚠️: this includes references to emetophilia so,, if u don't like emeto this way please don't read!!

It all started when Soobin announced he felt sick after eating dinner, he obviously overdid it with how much food he could handle but, after being starving the day before and today for a photoshoot he thought he deserved to eat just a little more.

For Beomgyu those words made everything in him start running faster, excitement and anticipation made him immediately start creating scenarios on how Soobin's discomfort would progress.

"Take some pepto and go lay down, you'll be fine" Yeonjun advised him, sure Beomgyu didn't want any of his members hurting but when it came to someone feeling nauseous he couldn't help but get a bit excited about it. When he watched Soobin doing as Yeonjun told him to, deep in him he wished that damn pink liquid didn't make effect.

Soon after everyone went to their rooms, Beomgyu had the luck to share room with Soobin so when he finished washing up and went to his bedroom, his heart started thumping faster at the sight that greeted him.

Soobin was laying on his side, curled up, with his shirt raised a little reveling his slightly bloated stomach, it wasn't that big of a difference but knowing Soobin usually had a flat belly you could notice there was something going on. The final touch was Soobin's face scrunched up in pain, sweat pooling in his forehead, shaky deep breaths, useless attempts to calm down the revolution inside his guts.

"Are you feeling better? The medicine should be kicking in by now" Beomgyu took the courage to ask without his voice showing any emotion other than worry. "No, I feel bad, worse if it's possible." Without saying anything, Beomgyu made his way to the older's bed and positioned himself beside him, in a spoon way.

He wanted to touch him, try to feel the rumbling, Soobin's stomach made a sick gurgling sound. He couldn't resist it anymore.

"What are you doing Gyu?" Soobin asked as he felt the other's hands making their way to his abdomen, his aching stomach felt a slight pressure and a burp made its way up. "Just trying to help, maybe rubbing it will make it better, don't you think?"

Beomgyu kept rubbing circles, adding pressure, and Soobin kept burping each time Beomgyu pressed into a specific spot, if you asked Soobin, it was indeed relieving each time some air came out, he felt like a deflating balloon. But things changed when the younger applied more pressure than necessary out of curiosity of what would happen, his answer was a really big burp that almost turned into a retch, Soobin desperately taking his hands off and sprinting to the bathroom, having to stop midway because another retch made its way up and vomit slipped through his fingers. Beomgyu obviously followed after him, not wanting to miss out anything, he watched as Soobin's back convulsed trying to suppress another gag as he continued his way to the bathroom to at least finish there, Beomgyu shamelessly went behind him and just stood there at the door frame when Soobin immediately lifted the lid and started retching again, a thick and large wave of undigested food making a sickly splash sound.

Soobin knew someone was behind him, watching what was currently happening, so he turned around a bit until the next wave came, and saw Beomgyu, the latter just watching with curious sparkly eyes that desired some more, that wanted to be closer to the scene displaying in front of him, wanting to help his hyung clean his chin which was covered in vomit and spit, little chunks at the sides of his mouth, vomit-snot running down and pooling on his cupid's bow, wipe away the tears that the effort brought to his eyes and down his cheeks, but also the desire to feel how he convulsed with each gag. Beomgyu wanted to be close.

And Soobin let him, he extended his arm in a "take my hand" way and Beomgyu understood the invitation, and as soon as he positioned himself behind Soobin once again he put his hands where they were before but didn't move them or anything, he was just there hugging him. When Soobin brought up more undigested food Beomgyu fully hugged him, wrapping both arms almost possessively around his middle and resting his head on the space between the older's shoulder blades, inhaling deeply even if the smell was one of the worst, Beomgyu just wanted to be there, close.

Fifteen minutes went like that, the door was locked the moment Beomgyu entered the bathroom so the rest of the members took care of the mess Soobin made earlier; Beomgyu was still hugging Soobin who at that moment had run out of something to throw up so once the retches were reduced to dry heaves Beomgyu stood up, the younger didn't have any bad intentions, he did as he had thought so, grabbing a towel and dampening it a little to carefully wipe his hyung's face, whispering sweet nothings from time to time to let him know everything is okay.

The two of them got out of the bathroom after Soobin washed his teeth and went to the older's bed again, this time the tummy rubs were gentler and without thinking much about Beomgyu's behavior Soobin just fell asleep with the image of his dongsaeng caring deeply about him.

[desertfangs]

VC self-rec sunday!

Thank you for starting this and tagging me @apoptoses! I think this is a great idea. From the original post:

#VCselfrecsunday is a chance to rec one of your own works (fic, art, head canons, meta- go wild!) and say just why you liked making it, what you’re proud of, or what made you want to create it in the first place. It doesn’t have to be a work that didn’t get a lot of attention, just one from your repertoire that you enjoyed putting together.

I'm going to tag: @fangsinclay @birdblacksocialclub @hekateinhell @serenwanders and @bubblegum-blackwood

My self-rec this week is Dead Drunk. It takes place in the post-canon era, in which Daniel and Armand, as vampires, decide to get as drunk as vampires possibly can on drunk mortals and fool around. It was inspired by a prompt from the VCkinkblog

Some things I really loved about writing this fic:

1. Getting to explore what I think the bounds of vampire drunk are and how it works, how heavily it can affect them, and how quickly it wears off or doesn't. It fun to play with, especially with Armand deciding to really go for it and accidentally ending up way more wasted than Daniel. (I suspect Armand was dubious it would work and thus overdid it in an attempt to be sure it had an effect.)

2. There were a few places I got to talk about Daniel's shame and feelings about his alcoholism now as an immortal who is no longer burdened by it. Both in terms of how he feels about the mortals getting wasted around him and his own history when Armand mentions how when Daniel was always super drunk, he was usually shouting. I don't know, I don't see a lot of fic exploring Daniel's alcoholism in that regard and I do think it's an interesting part of him. So while he's clearly not anti-drinking (see the fic where he is, in fact, trying to get vampire drunk), I do think it colors his experiences and feelings about it and I liked getting to talk about it a little bit.

3. GIGGLY DRUNK ARMAND. Like I don't know, it just makes me so happy. It's so freaking cute! And they're just really cute together. I love Daniel and Armand having fun together and doing weird shit and this is definitely an experiment for them but it's also just them letting loose and having a good time together!

Anyhow, if you haven't read it yet and you decide to, I hope you enjoy it! And I look forward to see other peoples #vcselfrecsunday posts!

[angeygirl]

Huh. Not sure why it tinted so red :/

Anyway, this is my version of @ponds-of-ink's DTIYS featuring Agonia. I know Pond said to try taking care of the purple boi but we don't do that here >:)

I must admit I was a little disappointed to find that Agonia has no shadow since I love lighting effects but compensated with extra glow and Judge Glitch being ominous :3

boi i think i overdid ur cheekbones, uh, bone... a little but that ok bc theyre fun to draw

[bugbyte]

So it's been almost a week

And I figured I would make an update about the pain + medical marijuana situation, for science or the curious or whatever.

So it's technically been 5 days and not a full week, but who's counting?

I failed to read the directions on the actual packaging (lol) and it turns out I could have been taking a capsule like every 4 hours. I have not been doing that because I would burn through everything I have in a week, and the state limits the maximum amount I can buy in any given 30 days. So that would probably be incredibly effective but again, this whole process is incredibly expensive. That bit makes me angry, and I've effectively been radicalized into a pro-federal-legalization person, but that's another post for another day.

So! Even though I've been taking a fraction of the dose I could be taking, I have noticed major changes, and the thing that astonishes me is that all of my pain, day to day, is down significantly. Even if I didn't take anything at all that day.

Basically: part of the (many) problems in my shoulder is that my upper trapezius just. Never ever relaxes. I've had injections, I've done PT, I have a TENS unit I stick on from time to time and absolutely nothing has made that particular muscle relax even a little. Most of the time it feels like a red-hot tennis ball jammed in my shoulder. It has been at least this bad since March of 2023, until now, December. The morning after I took my first dose of MMJ, the very first thing I noticed on waking up was that I could move my arm normally.

For that entire day, I had mostly normal use of my arm, with almost unnoticeable pain. I still have to contend with the problem that it can kind of slide out of place/hang strangely/I have to wrestle it back where it belongs, but the pain aspect? Nearly gone. All I can figure, is that they explained the dose they were giving me had a certain ratio of compounds that are anti-inflammatory to compounds that are pain-reducing (I don't know enough to give details here) and the anti-inflammatory aspect must have been more powerful? Higher dosage? More effective for some reason? Than all of the other prescription things I take supposedly for anti-inflammatory purposes.

Things have been a bit up and down since then, so I suspect I'm going to need to do some adjusting of dose and timing, but I cannot complain about the results I'm getting. I was really, really excited about being able to draw pretty normally, and definitely kind of overdid it. And then I went to cook dinner, and definitely overdid it, and I paid for all that the next day, which was back to a more normal pain level for me.

I was really worried at this point that the first day had been me placebo-effecting myself and it wasn't going to work and oh well at least I tried. But after taking a rest day and continuing to take it before bed, I'm back to a manageable pain level. I spent most of today (Sunday) in the lowest pain I've felt in probably years.

I'm able to draw (as long as I don't push it too hard for now), spend more time up and around, and doing more average tasks around the house. I haven't been able to do these things in a really long time and I keep feeling like this is all fake, and a fluke, and it's going to stop working and I'll be back down in pain hell. I keep giving myself the side eye every day, like, is this real? Are you fooling yourself? But... I think it's working.

I've got a ways to go still to get back some regular functioning -- the aforementioned joints slipping out of place is a major thing. But if I can keep my average pain level to what I've got now, or lower? I can get back to PT and working on muscle strength to help keep my joints where they belong. I don't know if I'll ever get back to doing everything I used to do before this decline, but at least I have hope that things can be better.

[thessalian]

Thess vs Recuperation

Today is going to be THE MOST CHILL DAY. Mostly because it has to be. Because dear gods, I hurt. Yesterday’s little mishap was just ... a lot, and it would appear that I seriously overdid it. Thus, I need a relaxation day where I barely do anything. That is going to be today.

It’s a good thing I have roast pork and potato soup, so I don’t have to cook anything.

There will be a quick trip to the corner shop, because there are a couple of things I require and anyway, it’s nice to leave the house, even if it’s not all that nice to be walking at this point. But after that, I’m going back to playing DREDGE again because eldritch or not, just trying to build up my hull to better withstand the inevitable WHAM by monstrosity in Gale Cliffs, and incidentally doing another “I will catch EVERY FISH TYPE” completionist run, is as Zen and chill as I could want.

Look, I don’t recuperate well. Also I need to take my mind off Out There because Out There is London and the coronation’s next fucking week and there are headlines about how the public are being asked to swear the oath of allegiance to that jug-eared jackass at the coronation because “it would be nice” while everyone’s going, “Heads of state should be vowing to serve the people, not the other way around!”, and also people making a big deal about “a religion other than Christianity being involved in the ceremonies”, which ... look, Rishi Sunak is Hindu (insofar as he has any religion other than money) and he’s doing a Bible reading, and somehow having a person who is not Christian reading from the Christian Bible is “a religion other than Christianity being involved in the ceremonies”. But the way I see it, some puffed-up, overbred English jackass obliging someone of a faith other than Christianity to take on the trappings of Christianity, effectively as a show of power because it’s happening when said overbred English jackass is ascending to a position of power over said person of another faith sounds pretty fucking standard to me where the monarchy’s concerned.

Yeah, see? I need to not think about that. Thus, quick trip to the corner shop, and then back to vegging with Eldritch Fishing Simulator.

[adoracora-elizabeth]

When life interrupts, chapter 14

"Take a deep breath, I will now examine you." The voice of her obstetrician had a calming effect on Cora, who felt her panic calming down.

Robert had called for a cab and brought her to the hospital. Where she was admitted. Her obstetrician was called in.

"You are 4 centimetres, dilated already."

"No, no, no, no, no." Cora's panic came back in full force. "That is too early. I have a month left. This cannot be happening." Cora felt tears streaming down her face.

"Try to stay calm, you have indeed about three weeks left, but there is no danger when the little one comes today. You need to focus on your breathing now."

"This is all my fault." Cora cried. "I overdid it and now I brought my little one in danger."

"Breath in." Robert's voice sounded. He took her hand in hers and rubbed with his thumb over it. "You are doing fine and the baby is alright. Focus on your breathing."

Cora felt another contraction and squeezed Robert’s hand. She had not realised it, but she must have been having labour pains since this morning. And there she was thinking it was just ligament pain. She was so stupid, and she was expected to take care of a baby soon. She could not even take care of it while she was carrying it.

"Cora. Focus." Robert said.

Cora turned her face towards Robert and it felt like she only now registered that he was in the room with her. "What are you doing here?" She pulled her hand back. "I don't want you here."

Robert raised his eyebrows, but ignored her words and took her hand again. "Cora, I can help you through this."

"I could do the whole pregnancy on my own, I can deliver on my own. I don’t want you in the room."

"Cora?"

"Sir, you heard her. Please leave the room." A nurse said, while taking Robert’s arm and guiding him towards the door.

Cora saw him leave, and she followed him with her eyes. She could not have him here, while she was in this vulnerable state. He should understand it. She grabbed the sheets when another contraction hit.

"Take deep breaths and slowly breath out. You are doing great." The nurse waited for her contraction to slip aside. "Are you sure, you don't want your husband in the room?"

"He is not my husband." Cora said through her teeth.

"I am sorry. I assumed because he was with you when you came in. Can I call your husband for you?"

Cora looked up, tears in her eyes. "I am not married. He is...." She did not know how to say it. "Well, he is the father."

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"Rosamund?" Robert asked, when she picked up the phone.

"Dear, brother, what can I help you with today?" Her kind voice sounded.

"You remember Cora?"

"Of course, I do remember her. I told you she came looking for you in the office."

Robert sighed, why was Rosamund always like this. "Did you notice something when she was there?"

"How do you mean that? She was nervous, but I would be that to, if I was standing in front of our mother." She joked.

"Can you stop joking." Robert said annoyed. "This is serious."

"I am sorry." Rosamund said apologetic. "There was nothing that stood out to me, why?"

"Well, I have run into her in the street, and she is." He stopped and took a breath. "I had to bring her to the hospital because she was in labour. No, I say that wrong, she is now in labour. Or uhm......" His heart was racing, and he couldn't form his sentences.

"Robert. Calm down. So, you are now at the hospital with her? Did you call her boyfriend already?"

"That is the point, she says she does not have a boyfriend and that I am the father."

On the other side of the line it stayed silent.

"Rosamund?"

"Yes, I am still here, I am sorry, but she is pregnant, and you are the father? But you have been away for a couple of months."

Robert could see Rosamund's face in front of him, all worried and surprised. "We had a couple of dates as you knew, before I left for Brussels and I got her pregnant. But then I acted like a fool and thought she had somebody else. Oh Rosamund, I made a mess. A real mess."

"I cannot deny that. But I think the both of you did, you are not the only one to blame in this story. Are you there with Cora now?"

"No." Robert sighed. "She kicked me out of the room."

"Hmmmm, I think I understand why. It is quite intimate, but you should try and get back in. I think she can use some support. Just promise her you won't look or something?"

"You really think so?" Robert asked. He wished he could be next to Cora, hold her hand and coach her through this. He was the reason why she was in this situation, and she should not be alone.

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"I cannot do this." Cora cried out when she was at the top of another contraction. "I cannot do this on my own." She was having heavy contractions for hours now.

The nurse who never left the room, took her hand. "Try to keep breathing, you are doing great. Is there really no one I can call for you?"

Tears streamed down Cora's face, from pain, but also from the realisation, that she had send away the only one she cared for. "No." The rest of her sentence got lost, when she needed to breath away another contraction.

The nurse looked at the obstetrician and said very softly. "This is going very fast for a first birth and her contractions are already so strong."

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Between two contractions Cora asked the nurse. "Do you think, Robert would want to come back?"

At that same moment there was a knock on the door and Robert pocked his head around the corner. "Cora, I promise not to look. I will only hold your hand, nothing more. Can I please come in."

Cora stretched her hand towards him. "I cannot do this." she cried again.

Robert rushed to her side. "You can do this. Squeeze my hand, I am here, we are doing this together. You are not alone. You are not alone." He kept repeating that last sentence in a whisper against her hand. She had battled these contractions on her own for hours now. She must be exhausted he thought.

Cora grabbed his hand a little bit firmer. "Thank you."

Robert felt his hand getting mangled when she was having another contraction. He looked up at the nurse, who had a worried look on her face. Was there something wrong? He didn't want to know and turned towards Cora again. Her face was bright red and he saw sweat dripping down her temple. He took a washcloth, dipped it in the bowl with water and dabbed it over her forehead and cheeks.

Cora looked up, she was happy he was back in the room. She needed support and he was the only one who could give it to her at this moment. She had felt so much relief when she saw his face again, this afternoon. Cora looked at her watch, it was already morning again. She wished they had more time to talk, before this baby would announce itself, but here she was: In the hospital giving birth to his child. If she had not sent him away, they could have talked, but now the contractions did not seem to stop. She felt that she started smiling. His child, she was giving birth to his child. She loved the idea, that he now knew that the baby was his and that he did not run away. He was here with her, to support her.

"Cora?" Robert suddenly saw a smile on Cora's face. "Are you alright?"

Cora could not answer, the contraction was to strong. "I need to push." She cried out.

The obstetrician did another exam and gave her the green light to push.

After what felt like an eternity, a little boy was laid down on her chest.

"Oh, my darling, you did splendid." Robert exclaimed and kissed her on her temple. He surprised himself with his darling, but he did not pay attention to it. Cora just gave birth to his son. He had a son.

Cora put her hands around the little body on her chest. She pressed her lips against his little forehead. "Hello little one." She murmured. That same moment she felt Robert kissing her temple. She looked up into his blue eyes. Was it love she was seeing? She hoped it was.

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Once the nurse cleaned the baby boy and wrapped him in a blanket, she wanted to give him to Cora, who pointed at Robert. "No, let his father meet him first." She said with a soft voice.

"Are you sure?" Robert said, insecure.

"Most definitely. You are his father and are entitled to meet him." She smiled up at him, she did not know where they would go from here, but at the moment it didn't matter. She gave Robert a son, they had a son!

Robert took the bundle in his arms and brushed with his finger over the little boy's cheek. He was looking up at him, with his dark eyes. Robert sat down on Cora's bed, still looking at the boy. "Welcome to the world, Isidor Patrick."

Cora moved her hand to Robert's arm. "Are you sure?" She had not thought about names at all. She had blocked those thoughts, but now Robert just came up with one and it was the most perfect one he could have chosen.

"Named after both our fathers." Cora sat up and leaned towards Robert. "Thank you." She kissed him on the lips. "Thank you." She then leaned back into her pillows and closed her eyes. She was exhausted.

[the-firebird69]

And my husband is kind of in this club with the ladies people who get abused and stuff neglected to go without pay s idiots are they don't keep any factory running cuz they don't know how to maintain things you have to have people doing it.

There's a certain procedure. Now here we are and we're speaking about growth and enlarging and it is going to be fairly quick I'm pretty soon and they're going to go over there I'm saying it because Trump and son went by as big fat people and they were about a foot taller 10 minutes ago

Hera

They'll probably blame bug juice and stuff and the max wanted to do that and they really overdid it it's really for devices and the idiots of smiling and they don't get it now they do and they're horrible so we are watching him and he's beginning to grow and he is becoming a bit larger it's kind of filling out a little and that's about it that's too many other changes yet today is mild it will be today and tomorrow which would be mild tonight or well today right now of course the end of the day there's going to be four or five medium in the west coast of Africa been there still underground and it's blowing out of Fisher and it's not very big but the same size as this last round which is very mild and it's probably point in zero zero nine rad it's not even 1/10 of 1% almost though it's not really enough to do too much it is enough to heal well and he needs it really badly so his oxygenating and really the effects would be about the same so it should be twice like for a couple days so keep an eye on it and we are going to monitor there's going to be a couple more of these events coming up fairly soon and they are going to be this coming Friday during the day we think of three large one in the Sahara two in Western Africa and three very large and that's when they go out there with mad Max and they're competing with huge groups somehow believe it or not Africa and the empire and they get encouraged to try and tie people up and they figure out they should probably get him his own money and say that it's us doing it and that's what they're up to but it's really small and the empire wants to do it too for a variety of reasons but that's pretty much a big one it's going on now and it will continue and become larger but we expect Friday Saturday and Sunday to be 0.1 Brad on Friday 0.2 red on Saturday 0.3 rad on Sunday and there will be some more blown that's why it's larger numbers and it's kind of accumulating a little there could be a break or a day or two they let it come and clear it out before the whole area is irradiated and we have seen him do that but the wind blows it offshore pretty quick and they're usually not surrounding it it's going to semicircle and they are to the west of the cash no it's intermittent but still they bring huge ships in and they decon on the Lee side of the wind so it could start up again Monday but there will be a small break because the group's doing it or not huge it's really the pseudo empire mostly and partly bja

-couple more things our son is not a bobble and you people treat him like that because you're a bunch of losers and you're going to pay. But he's going to get some funding shortly and it was George Washington and he started to do some work and it was for the rebels and they're going to try and make it look like that's what it is and I'm the I didn't sit there for rebels would be fighting the pseudo empire. And he is not really a strong enemy of the pseudo empire or he's not really doing things that are vehement but they want to see it but there's a couple battles in August in September and they do try and pin it on him. It is a big deal with people they don't like going to this place the food is terrible and it's true Chipotle where our son was going was pretty good even the one in Northport but yeah they don't have places like that for the most part. In August and 3 and September one of them in August is pretty big and it's the rebels and they're going to have to start ramping it up to protect their cities.

Thor Freya

Olympus

[pucchiaca]

Today

Achievements: finished the main task that was due !! Did a good proper exercise routine !! Woke up properly, on time !! Added a good planning and down time element to routine !! Thought about things !! Got more serious about the skincare and aligners !!

Challenges: Struggled with food, overdid the walnuts, went a little crazy with the sweet stuff. Idk I have to think about what's actually happening. Because truth be told I don't enjoy these episodes either I'm usually hating the way the food's tasting and making me feel.. like physically. It doesn't feel good physically. The sweet stuff make my teeth and mouth too sweet and leave it feeling the same in a disgusting way. It gets a little better when I brush it away but some disgustingness still lingers. The going overboard with anything feels like shit too, physically. All this is just how it feels physically. It's some sort of weird psychological thing that drives me to do this. And these episodes are usually triggered by a small slip, usually unintended, on my part that makes me feel like shit. It has like a chain effect. Anyways I'll have to think about it but yeah ig the thing I want to say is it doesn't even feel good physically so it's weird behaviour.

Second, I stopped working after the one task probably because of my task anxiety about the next task on the list. Then as usual I went into my escape reality-avoidance mode with the tv show. Watching too much of any show Also doesn't feel good, physically, I must say so yeah. Something to think about, do I engage in obsessive behaviours? Not to self diagnose... but just something to think about. Anyways, I should really take some action on the task so I can at least do away with the anxiety for starters so I can make some progress on it.

[mi5019tomberry]

Final Touches 3

Here's the finished video all pieced together which is much more visually interesting even if I went a little overboard in some areas with different editing techniques.

These are some of the tutorials which helped me add an old fashioned filter to the first shot of the newspaper, this is the one which I think I overdid a little bit with the effects but I lost the files to be able to go back and dial things back a little so it'll do.

These are the effects I used to make the shot of the flower a little more surreal and dreamlike, I thought this would better suit the Red Hat shot which is supposed to centre around feelings and may benefit from looking a little more abstract.

These are the two tutorials I used for the glitch effect which I added to the shot of the robot from the interview footage, I felt like before it was a little too plain and needed something to break apart the inaction of the shot. I wanted it to feel a little disconcerting and thought a dolly zoom with a gradually sharpness increase could look good but I would need some different footage to get that to work.

I used the second and third effects in this tutorial on the shot of the Mars base to add a little more texture to the shot and the shaky cam helped sell the depth between the foreground, midground and background.

This is what I used right at the end so that the video looped perfectly, I wanted the Blue hat shot to burn away as though the McCarthy's words weren't listened to and the cycle began anew.

[ramuneempiremtl]

Slave-kun's Happy Life in Another World: Chapter 13

Looking around the room, I noticed clothes strewn across the bed.

Oh, ho.

May I do the laundry? I'm going to do it anyway.

I think it's wrong to dangle work in front of me like a carrot.

From here on, it's time for the slaves to show their true colors.

In the bathroom, I knead the collected sheets and pillowcases in a water ball conjured by magic. The linens swirl around inside the giant water sphere. It looks so refreshing.

Instead of detergent, I use "purification" to clean them, and then I separate them from the laundry by imagining the water I was manipulating being drawn out. This way, they'll dry wrinkle-free and crisp. I drain the extracted water into the bathroom drain.

In this world, lazy people get by with just "purification" for laundry. But washing with water feels better, somehow.

I step out onto the balcony to let the linens get some sunlight… Oh, but I wasn't supposed to leave the room. The balcony is part of the room. No problem there.

The clothes are the same way… no, I wash them individually for each person. Anything that might bleed color gets "purification" only.

I don't know how to fold the washed clothes. I just lay them out neatly on their respective beds.

Haaaa────！！

I'm filled with a sense of elation from a job well done. When I'm on a worker's high, I don't need "powder."

This is how slaves should be.

I start cleaning, riding the momentum.

When I say cleaning, I don't mean using a rag or a broom. I leave it to the convenient magic "Purification." It's easy as long as you have the magic power.

I wonder if I'll get yelled at for cleaning the inn without permission. I think I'd only get yelled at if I made a mess, not if I cleaned.

I'm going to clean. I'm going to do it anyway.

I spread the magic of "purification" across the floor, imagining myself mopping.

"Purification" is a convenient magic that breaks down dirt and germs into something like magic power, but if I'm not careful, it can even strip off a little paint. It takes quite a bit of concentration.

I "purify" the floorboards, getting into every nook and cranny. I also "purify" the drains in the bath and toilet, going deep inside.

I polish everything except the kitchen and Aki's belongings. I avoid the fermented foods, as I shouldn't clean the yeast.

In truth, "purification" is a magic I named myself. I haven't properly tested its effects, so I have to be careful.

Riding the wave, I finish cleaning, polishing every corner of the walls and the beams on the ceiling.

I look around the room, savoring the sense of accomplishment from finishing.

Yes, it's much brighter now.

The walls are clearly a shade brighter, and the air even feels cleaner.

A perfect job.

…Maybe I overdid it.

The difference in efficiency between doing a job while bracing myself for violence and not is incredible, so I just…

It's like a miracle to be able to live so peacefully.

In the afternoon, I decided to take it easy, eating the lunch that had been prepared and looking through the reading material the master had left.

Lunch is a pita bread sandwich with various things stuffed into the thin bread. It's delicious.

I get excited when I find something like thin ham inside, but then my spirits plummet when I find something bitter.

This body must have a child's palate, because it can't handle bitter things. I used to love bitter things!

I drink some water conjured by magic and clean my hands and the plate with "purification" before picking up the book on the table.

The book is bound a little differently than the ones I remember.

The paper is probably plant paper?

I turn the cover, which has some unreadable characters written on it, and am met with a colorful picture of a creature.

The master must have left an animal encyclopedia. This looks fun.

They look somewhat similar to Earth animals, but they're slightly different. For example, there's one with a tiger-like pattern but a lion-like mane. There's also a lizard with webbed wings. I wonder if there are dragons in this world.

The creatures get larger and larger with each page I turn.

And then I realize.

This isn't an animal encyclopedia, it's a monster encyclopedia. Each creature is depicted with some kind of ominous aura-like effect. Next to each one is a drawing of what looks like a stone, its size and material, and a method for dismantling it.

In this world, there are creatures called "monsters" that are different from animals, and at their heart there is a spiky stone called a crystal. This crystal is the power source for various convenient gadgets.

I knew about this crystal because I used crushed stones in my lamp when I was in the mansion. I had no idea it was taken from so many different monsters.

I became quite engrossed in looking through the encyclopedia.

I'll definitely need this kind of knowledge, since I'll be traveling with a party of adventurers.

I'm grateful for the master's exquisite choice. I thought he was a good-for-nothing, but I'll have to change my opinion.

But it's frustrating not being able to read the words.

I wonder if I could ask him to teach me.

Suddenly, the hallway becomes noisy.

Before I knew it, the sun was starting to set.

It looks like everyone's back.

I should go greet them.

"We're back. Were you a good boy… Huh? What's this! Where are we!?"

"Whaaat? …Did we go to the wrong room?"

You're in the right place.

The two who had come in left the room again and closed the door.

Maybe I did overdo it with the cleaning after all.

[reddevilmcnt]

As Ross speaks, Maksim fixes him with a long, thoughtful look, tinged with only the faintest whiff of condescension. It’s the kind of stare that suggests he’s still piecing together the puzzle of this boy, this young man, this tiny mortal. So far, the picture's looking clear enough: Ross isn’t worse than most of his kind. In fact, he might be slightly better, if only because he seems to go out of his way to do good deeds. Maksim couldn't help remembering that it was precisely this sort, the well-meaning, unsuspecting ones, that he and his kind also hunted freely, like they were a casual meal for the pack. They’d toy with their food, play the part of carnivorous predator in full, before tearing them apart. The thought makes him pause, makes him wonder------- about himself, about the life he’s led, and about Ross. What would Ross do if he knew? If he truly understood the monster sitting across from him? What he is. What he’s done. What he’s bound to do again. A vague, infinitesimal part of Maksim doesn’t want to hurt Ross, at least... not much. He doesn’t even want to fully silence him, though the urge to tell him to shut up comes often enough. "I don’t like clubs either," Maksim speaks up after a moment, "Not because I’m a stick in the mud like you. It just isn't…" He hesitates, nearly saying safe. "...smart, for me or my people to be there around drunken idiots with no control or filter. Always makes the night end badly." Only for said idiots, of course. Nevertheless, Maksim’s pack has always been infamous for their bar crawls and club hunts, as crowded spaces packed with sweat-slick bodies, pulsing with heat and life, remained easy pickings.

Since Ross had surprisingly decided to play the attentive host, Maksim followed his lead, settling at the wide island counter and pouring cherry vodka into sparkling glasses. "But don’t be too embarrassed," Maksim teased. "I’m better than you at the whole drinking thing, and you probably shouldn’t drink too much anyway. Who knows how you’d act if you overdid it." Wolves, of course, didn’t face such limitations. Their rapid metabolisms made drunkenness impossible, though they could still savor the luxurious warmth and light buzz after consuming a significant amount. It was the best balance, blissful indulgence without the harmful side effects.

Maksim began pulling out the containers from their bags, setting down scrumptious tacos, tailored to both his and Ross's specific tastes, alongside a mixed seafood platter filled with fish, shrimp, and calamari, plus a heap of loaded nachos. Had he thought Ross was actually flirting with him (which, to be fair, the ever so prickly human most likely was not) Maksim might have paused, reacted, or at least given a confused look in response to his questions. Yet he figured it was just playful banter, even though he'd once heard Ross's blood pumping harder after he'd dropped his towel in the middle of the kitchen that one time, Maksim didn't think anything of it. There was no way he was anywhere near Ross's type, and the feeling was mutual. Ross was into the human, the normal, the non-creepy. Meanwhile, Maksim had always viewed humanity in its worst light, but when it came to Ross specifically? Their differences were all too apparent. Maksim was violent, bloodthirsty, wild------- traits he proudly embraced and refused to tone down simply because humanity insisted on labeling werewolves as 'monsters.' The truth was, they were only monsters because they refused to bow down to anyone else or let themselves be trampled beneath someone else's feet.

"Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you? So you can pester me all day like the nagging little wife that you are," Maksim muttered with a snicker, his deeply captivating, frenzied blues glinting rather playfully as they flicked up to meet Ross's gaze, only to drop back down as he began arranging the tacos onto large plates. "You really should get yourself a boyfriend, though. Someone to take care of you, since you're obviously bad at it." He paused for a beat, then added, "You know, my family wants to try setting me up with someone. You ever do that blind dating shit?" If he thought it might actually work, he might go along with it. But he hated the idea of being pushed into a match------- bonding with a mate should come instinctively, not out of some forced obligation.

"once again, i am not a kindergarten teacher." he has almost been a kindergarten teacher, the decision to switch over to middle school a very last minute one right along with the decision to pick up and move halfway across the country. he doesn't think too much about it, about all the things that set his life on this particular crash course right into a shitty apartment, across the country from his family, away from all the friends he used to talk to about everything, but it's always lingering there, somewhere in the background.

but right now, those thoughts are distant, out of the way, and he's moving around his apartment, into the kitchen to grab plates, quickly gathering up papers and shuffling them into the folder to set off to the side and out of sight. he has time to worry about grading the rest later, and after reading the first few, he certainly isn't excited to continue reading what a bunch of 13 year olds think about one of his favorite books.

instead, he has to be a good host now. grab glasses, pull the bottles of water out of the fridge to set on the counter beside the empty plates, fill the glasses with ice. he's moving around like he's having a dinner party, not just letting one (admittedly handsome) stranger into his home for dinner. "also, i have gummies if i really want to sleep, i don't need to drink. and i do drink. in the comfort of my own home, not out at bars or clubs, because i like being able to drive myself home at the end of the night." along with whoever else has dragged him out. the real truth is, he's just not very social, hasn't found his people here yet.

a few moments of flurried activity, and he quickly stops in his track, hands resting against the countertop between the kitchen and the living room, eyes on maksim as he blinks a couple of times. "also, if you're one of my supposed boyfriends, is this our first date or our second? are we counting the breakfast after i saved your ass from the gutter, or was that a fluke?" his smirk returns with a vengence at the words, head tilting in a way that he's been told a hundred times before makes him look a bit like a puppy.

[zima74824]

Zimas vertigo

Zima was heard falling on the floor *

Wrecker: zima you ok????

Zima : ugh….I’m losing my balance a lot lately Wrecker: hmmm…is it Everytime you walk around you feel dizzy?

Zima : yeah…Zima : uuughhh…*closed eyes so the spinning would stop *

Wrecker pat zimas back gently *

Zima : my legs and arms are all jittery after drinking coffee

Wrecker: wait when’s the last time you drank some water?

Zima : it’s been a little bit

Wrecker: I hear caffeine can drain all the water in your body

Wrecker: so you probably are dehydrated

Zima : ugh and the caffeine when I dont eat something in a while nauseates me

Wrecker: they’re never usually this pink

Zima : I get flushed when I have caffeine

Wrecker: alright you need water now Wrecker grabs a bottle of water and gives it to her as she chugs it *

Wrecker: woah woah easy zima slow down

Zima slows down as he pets her hair

Wrecker: there we go…. Still feeling nauseous?

Zima : no it’s gone now

Wrecker: good

Wrecker: we should get Kix just in case I’m sure it’s not a super major thing but still

Zima : ok….. Tech brought Kix as she tells him the symptoms

Kix : it sounds like something called vertigo

Wrecker: hm? What’s vertigo?

Kix : for some it’s what happens if you move your head too fast but it’s basically it’s internal or external spinning sensation like she has

Wrecker: is it curable?

Kix : she could have trouble focusing her pupils dizzyness ear ringing nausea or vomiting due to loss of body fluids but it is temporary for her seeing that she’s doing better

Zima : the spinning finally….stopped

Kix : the jittering due to the caffeine but as long as she’s hydrated and she’s laying down and comfortable it’ll go away eventually some people have a long term effect due to the main cause of vertigo is head injuries or Vestibular Neuritis

Kix : luckily she doesn’t have that she should be able to recover fast

Wrecker: phew thank goodness….. Zima held his hand

Wrecker: thank goodness it’s not going to last Wrecker: so you said that the spinning stopped?

Zima : yeah Wrecker gently put her in his arms

Zima nuzzled into wreckers chest resting her head on it

Zima : ugh I think I overdid the chores today…

Wrecker: well lula and Luna are teens now so they can help you out

Zima : yeah but-

Wrecker: you deserve to relax especially after that fall

@angel-the-blocker @afuckinnerfpuncher @burningfieldof-clover