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The Importance of Disaster Recovery in Sage Hosting Solutions

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In today’s digital landscape, businesses rely heavily on software solutions like Sage for accounting, payroll, and resource management. However, as organizations become more dependent on these systems, the risk of data loss, cyberattacks, or system failures grows exponentially. This makes disaster recovery a critical aspect of any Sage hosting solution. By partnering with a trusted Sage Hosting Provider, like Concisenext, businesses can ensure that they are prepared for the unexpected and that their operations remain resilient in the face of disruptions.

What is Disaster Recovery in Sage Hosting?

Disaster recovery is a structured approach to protecting, storing, and restoring critical data and systems following unexpected events such as hardware failures, natural disasters, cyberattacks, or accidental data deletion. When your Sage hosting solution is equipped with a robust disaster recovery plan, it ensures that your business can recover quickly with minimal disruption.

A reliable Sage Hosting Provider like Concisenext integrates advanced disaster recovery protocols into their hosting services, giving businesses peace of mind that their financial and operational data is safe, even during worst-case scenarios.

Why Disaster Recovery is Essential for Sage Hosting

Protects Against Data Loss: Losing financial data or customer records can have devastating consequences for any business. A robust disaster recovery plan ensures that your data is backed up regularly and can be restored quickly in case of an incident. Concisenext offers automated, secure backups as part of its Sage hosting solutions, eliminating the risk of permanent data loss.

Minimizes Downtime: In today’s fast-paced business environment, downtime can result in lost productivity, revenue, and customer trust. Disaster recovery solutions provided by trusted Sage hosting providers like Concisenext enable rapid system recovery, ensuring your Sage software is back online quickly so your business can continue to operate seamlessly.

Ensures Compliance: Many industries have strict data compliance regulations that require businesses to safeguard sensitive information and maintain recovery plans. A reliable Sage hosting provider like Concisenext ensures compliance by implementing secure disaster recovery protocols aligned with regulatory requirements.

Guards Against Cyberattacks: With the rise of ransomware and other cyber threats, businesses need to be prepared for potential breaches. Disaster recovery solutions ensure that even if a cyberattack occurs, your Sage data is protected and recoverable. Concisenext’s Sage hosting services include advanced security measures like data encryption and multi-factor authentication to further reduce risks.

Supports Business Continuity: A solid disaster recovery plan goes beyond data restoration—it ensures that your business can continue to serve clients and meet deadlines even in the face of disruptions. With Concisenext, you gain access to 24/7 technical support and resilient hosting solutions that prioritize business continuity.

Why Choose Concisenext as Your Sage Hosting Provider?

Concisenext stands out as a leading Sage Hosting Provider by offering top-notch hosting solutions combined with comprehensive disaster recovery features. Here’s why businesses trust Concisenext:

Automated Backups: Your data is securely backed up daily, ensuring you never lose important financial records.

Rapid Recovery: Concisenext’s advanced recovery systems enable quick restoration of your Sage environment, minimizing downtime.

24/7 Support: Their team of experts is available around the clock to assist with disaster recovery and resolve issues promptly.

Compliance-Ready Solutions: Concisenext ensures your hosting solution meets regulatory requirements, giving you peace of mind.

Conclusion

Disaster recovery is not just an optional feature—it’s a necessity for businesses relying on Sage hosting solutions. By partnering with a reliable Sage Hosting Provider like Concisenext, you can safeguard your critical data, reduce downtime, and maintain business continuity, even in the face of unforeseen disruptions. Secure your operations and future-proof your business with Concisenext’s reliable, secure, and disaster-ready Sage hosting solutions today.

[r0hitdhiman]

Sage Cloud Hosting: The Future of Accounting Software?

Sage application on the cloud is the only comprehensive business management solution that businesses will ever require for their entire business lifecycle. Solutions for Banking and Payments, Enterprise Management, People and Payroll, and Accounting and Financials are just a few of Sage hosting’s many services and products. These products are backed by hundreds of market applications that will all be connected to a single platform to provide business owners with the best solutions and apps for building and running their entire businesses. Sage Business Cloud, dubbed a postmodern ERP, was made specifically to help businesses of the future. Associations of all sizes and types can introduce it anytime in their organization advancement.

You can manage your cash flow and banking using the solution's features, including imports of bank statements, supplier purchases, and client purchase histories. It is a mobile-friendly app, so users can use their log-in information to access their data on Android or iOS. Users can even discover customers and interact with them to provide estimates. Users will also find links to maps to help them get to the business's location. Access to the fundamental "income and spending" tracking is also available.

The fact that it supports small businesses in managing their accounting procedures provides a variety of reports, connects credit cards and bank accounts, and is accessible from a mobile device are the primary benefits of Sage Business Cloud Accounting. Additional information about its benefits can be found here:

Private companies might utilize this product to deal with their bookkeeping, consistence, project bookkeeping, and cost administration tasks. Users have the ability to manage each payment procedure, including estimates, quotes, statements, and invoices. Additional features include department- and project-specific analyses, automated sales tax entry, and multiple pricing levels.

Clients might see their bookkeeping information on a solitary dashboard to stay aware of the basic course of the organization's funds. Taxes can even be calculated using the transaction date. Gauging monetary streams is one more utilization of the program. Each interface has a label, and the dashboard summary tabs provide introductory activities and time-based graphs.

Users can easily create estimates and turn them into invoices. Besides conceivable are receipt layouts and logo changes. The assessment shows conveyance timetables, terms, and comments are adjustable. It is also possible to manually update invoices with chargeable costs and deadlines. Most importantly, you can use the benefits of managing vendors, entering data into inventory, and tracking invoices. The program's greatest benefit is its ability to run multiple reports and link your bank and credit card accounts. Using your mobile devices, you can even make invoices while travelling. The platform has several software integrations with third-party software to simplify processing payments. You might find supportive data to assist you with using Sage Business Cloud Bookkeeping on the product's site.

You can work on your accounting data by hosting Sage hosting on cloud servers with Verito and accessing them from anywhere in the world. Customers from various sectors, including accounting, construction, and many others, benefit from our scalable, secure, and individualized Sage hosted on cloud solutions. Could you give your Sage hosting setup to our experienced staff? We can manage several Sage programs, including Sage 50, Sage 100 ERP, Sage 100 Contractor, Sage 300 ERP, Sage 500 ERP, and Sage 300 CRE. Your Sage apps and data are safe so that you can rest easy. Our Sage application on cloud hosting services is supported by data centres that have passed SSAE-18 certification. We have put resources into antivirus programming, firewalls, and on-request IP-based safety efforts to safeguard the servers housed in these farms for big business-level security.

[anonymousewrites]

Lavender for Royalty; Sage for Wisdom

Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Chapter Nine: Heliotrope for Devotion

Summary: While the Host Club argues about the events at the beach, Kyoya decides to try to teach a lesson.

            “I can’t believe Tamaki said that,” said Haruhi, still fuming as she and (Y/N) went to the basement. The lights had gone out due to the storm, so they needed to flip up the circuit breaker. “What does being a girl have to do with anything?”

            “Even if we got into a bit of trouble, it was the right thing to do,” agreed (Y/N). “We can’t just run away when men act like that. It lets them get away with it again.”

            “Are you sure you’re okay, though, senpai?” said Haruhi. “You hit the water pretty hard.”

            (Y/N) smiled. “Yes, I’m fine.”

            Haruhi breathed out a sigh of relief. “I don’t think Tamaki is right, but I would have felt pretty bad if you’d gotten hurt,” she admitted.

            “You wouldn’t have to,” said (Y/N). “It was my decision to fight them like I did. If I hadn’t landed the hits I did, they wouldn’t have thrown me over the cliff.” (Y/N) walked to the circuit breaker and flipped it. The lights flickered back on, and (Y/N) smiled at Haruhi. “And I don’t regret hitting them. It was extremely satisfying.” They grinned wider. “The only thing I regret is not breaking that guy’s arm when I had the chance. I had the right leverage, just a little more force…” They brightened. “Oh, well. It wouldn’t have been the best for my reputation, I suppose.”

            “Senpai…You’re a little scary.” Haruhi sweat-dropped.

            (Y/N) chuckled. “Let’s get to dinner.”

            Haruhi nodded, and they walked back up the stairs together.

            “By the way, how did you end up in a sundress?” said (Y/N). “Did Tamaki put that in your room?”

            “My dad,” said Haruhi, deadpanning. “He replaced all my changes of clothes.”

            (Y/N) chuckled. “That sounds like your dad. You can borrow some of my clothes if you don’t feel comfortable.” They had simple loose trousers and some simple collared shirts—put-together enough as a host but relaxed enough to just hang with their friends.

            “I don’t mind dresses,” said Haruhi, shrugging. She glanced at (Y/N) as they walked. “Do you…?”

            “Mind dresses?” (Y/N) waved a hand. “Don’t worry. I don’t mind answering questions.” They shrugged. “I don’t mind dresses. I wear a lot of masc clothing during school, but I occasionally wear some fem clothing when off campus.”

            Haruhi nodded in understanding and pushed open the door of the dining room where the other hosts and Nekozawa were playing some strange game (really, the hosts were playing, and Nekozawa was “terrorizing” Tamaki). Tamaki and Nekozawa were screaming as the lights flickered on, and Haruhi rolled her eyes.

            “The circuit breaker was down,” said Haruhi. “We found it in the basement and flicked it up.”

            “No ghosts,” said (Y/N).

            “…Haruhi, are those clothes yours?” said Hikaru, surprised.

            “Yeah. My dad repacked my bag,” said Haruhi. “Not very practical, but it’s what I had.”

            Good job Haruhi’s dad! thought the twins and Honey (and Tamaki, secretly, but he was still frustrated with Haruhi).

            “Haruhi, you’re so cute!” said Honey.

            “Where’d Nekozawa go?” said (Y/N), looking around. The host of the Host Club had disappeared.

            “He wanted to turn in early,” said Kyoya, not looking up from his notebook. (Y/N) frowned as their heart clenched at his lack of acknowledgement of them. “The electricity was a shock to him.”

            “(Y/N), Haru, we have fancy tuna!” said Honey, gesturing the table.

            They sat down, and Haruhi was about to reach for the fancy tuna, but, childishly, Tamaki grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth (he wanted Tamaki’s attention but wasn’t willing to speak to her). Everyone deadpanned, and (Y/N)’s eyebrow twitched.

            “There’s…um…crab, too!” said Honey hurriedly.

            “I’ll have that,” said Haruhi, picking it up and cracking it open.

            (Y/N), wisely staying out of the situation, reached out to eat some oyster spaghetti instead of crab.

            “Crab, Tamaki? Here.” Haruhi held out a leg.

            Everyone stared. She was talking to him? Tamaki’s eyes widened, and he took it. He deadpanned.

            “It’s just the shell,” said Haruhi, monotone.

            Payback for the tuna… thought everyone.

            In retaliation, Tamaki reached for some crab, but Haruhi stabbed the table with her knife, blocking his path.

            “Haruhi can be…childish, apparently,” said Kaoru.

            Kyoya hummed slightly in acknowledgement, but as he looked up, his eyes only went to (Y/N) where they ate calmly. They didn’t seem shaken or thinking at all about what they had done in the afternoon, the danger they’d been in.

            “Who do you think you are, the twins?!” said Tamaki, glaring at Haruhi.

            “I thought you weren’t talking to me?” said Haruhi, rolling her eyes.

            A giant irk mark appeared on Tamaki’s forehead “So you have no intention of reconsidering. Fine, then! I’m going to bed!” He walked to the door, and a servant bowed.

            “I will show you to your room. This way,” said the servant.

            Tamaki peered down the dark, spooky corridor. “Um…Kyoya…?” He pouted. “Aren’t you ready for bed?”

            Kyoya sighed and stood. “I’ll turn in early, too.”

            He and Tamaki headed out, and (Y/N)’s eyes remained on the door as it swung closed. They hesitated before standing. “I’m going to head to bed, too.” They smiled. “Goodnight, everyone.”

            “’Night!” said Honey.

            “I’ll see you in the morning,” said Haruhi, nodding.

            (Y/N) headed to the door and stepped out. They turned down the hall and walked in the direction of their and the rest of the hosts’ rooms. They were tired, yes, but they had business to attend to before dinner. Tamaki and Haruhi fighting was disrupting the peace, and they needed to get them to talk things out and explain they were both right and wrong—Haruhi and (Y/N) had gotten into some trouble, but they had done the right thing, and Tamaki had been right to be a bit worried, but he had been wrong to get angry instead of expressing his concern in a healthy manner.

            And so, (Y/N) was going to talk to Kyoya. He knew Tamaki well, (Y/N) knew Haruhi well, and together they could get them to talk. (Sure, Kyoya preferred not to get involved in these things, but (Y/N) knew he would want the Host Club to remain cordial and working well).

            They arrived at his door and knocked. “Kyoya?” The door opened at their simple knock, not completely closed. Awkwardly, (Y/N) stepped in and looked around. “Kyoya?” A gust of wind blew the door closed, (Y/N) jumped. The shutters banged as the winds of the storm picked up, and (Y/N) huffed. They walked over and pulled the window closed properly.

            “(Y/N)?”

            (Y/N) turned, and their face could’ve been painted red. Kyoya stood in the doorway of the bathroom, shirtless with pajama pants hanging loosely around his hips. Quickly, they bowed apologetically. “I’m so sorry, the door was opened, I didn’t realize you were showering—”

            “It’s fine,” said Kyoya, running a hand through his damp hair. Without his glasses on, his dark eyes were more piercing than usual, and as his gaze landed on (Y/N), they found themself rooted in place. “I wanted to speak to you.”

            “You did?” (Y/N) had thought he was frustrated or something since he hadn’t spoken, but if he wanted to talk, that was good, right?

            “Yes. You and Haruhi caused quite some trouble for us,” said Kyoya. He walked towards (Y/N). “Tamaki told me the twins nearly tried to kill those boys. We had to send flowers worth several thousand dollars to our guests.”

            (Y/N) winced. That was trouble.

            “But there is an easy solution.”

            Kyoya stood in front of (Y/N), and as they took a step back—oh my god, he’s so close, spiraled their thoughts—their legs hit the bed. Kyoya caught them as they teetered back, and he lowered them to the bed. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as he leaned over them, his legs between theirs, one hand at their waist as their shirt rode up to expose skin, and the other above their head. Instinctively, (Y/N)’s hands went to his shoulders, unsure of what was about to happen. This was very forward of Kyoya, and their heart thumped quickly in their chest.

            “You can pay me back with your body,” said Kyoya, his breath ghosting over their ear. “After all…I’m a man. You’re attractive and weaker than me. It would be quite easy for me to take advantage of that.”

            And then all of (Y/N)’s surprise, nervousness, and tiny amount of fear left them. They smiled and laughed. Kyoya’s eyes widened slightly at the reaction, and (Y/N) lifted a hand to his cheek.

            Kyoya’s heart thumped suddenly in his chest at the touch and the softness in their gaze as they looked up at him. Suddenly, although he had intentionally placed himself in such a situation, Kyoya was acutely aware of the feeling of their legs almost wrapped around his hips and his hand on the skin of their waist. He sat back, heart still pounding, and (Y/N) sat up.

            “You were trying to teach me a lesson, weren’t you?” said (Y/N) gently. They chuckled and shook their head. “You certainly do things in a unique way.”

            “You were in danger,” said Kyoya. “You didn’t even think; you immediately put yourself in harm’s way.” His dark gaze pierced (Y/N)’s once more. “Do you understand what it felt—what is was like to see you falling from the cliff? If you had hit a rock, you would be dead. Or if those boys had done something to you—”

            “I know,” said (Y/N), reaching out and touching Kyoya’s arm boldly. “I know I should’ve thought more. Haruhi and I should’ve hit them and run with the girls. But we gave the guests a chance to leave, first. We’d rather be in danger than them.” They smiled gently and squeezed his arm slightly. “And I can’t regret protecting people. Do you understand, Kyoya? I don’t regret it. I understood the danger. I know what men are capable of. But…thank you for worrying.”

            “How did you know?” said Kyoya, looking at them. “How did you know I wasn’t capable of that?” He needed them to understand there was always danger. He didn’t want them to trust the wrong person and get hurt. He didn’t want them hurt.

            “Kyoya, you wouldn’t take advantage of someone,” said (Y/N) simply. “That’s not who you are.” They smiled at him. “I could never fear you.”

            Kyoya stared at them, and that sudden twisting in his heart lit up into a fire. Oh. He had never felt this feeling, but he recognized it immediately. He knew it from the way he watched the moonlight slant across their face—the one that was so handsome. He knew it from the way he enjoyed the softness in their gaze. He knew it from the way he listened so eagerly to their honesty and trust. Kyoya liked (Y/N). He had feelings for them.

            Kyoya smiled slightly and chuckled as the feeling welled up in his heart. “That’s not who I am? I’m sure many would disagree.”

            “You’re strategic, sure,” said (Y/N). “You’re the Shadow King of the Host Club. But you’re not a cruel man. Not in that way. Not ever. I trust you.”

            “What an interesting notion…” said Kyoya softly, gazing at them. His hand raised to cover theirs on his arm. “You have a strange perspective of me.”

            “I’m your friend. I see you for who you are,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            Kyoya’s newfound feelings burned more ferociously within his heart as he heard their words. “I…apologize for attempting to frighten you. It was wrong of me.”

            “It was,” said (Y/N). “But I don’t mind. I’m alright.” In fact, it was kind of nice… They had to quickly shake that thought away. They dropped their hand from his arm and stood. “I’ll leave you now. I just wanted to say that Haruhi and Tamaki need to talk.”

            “Tamaki already plans to speak to Haruhi,” said Kyoya.

            “Good,” said (Y/N). They smiled. “Well…goodnight, Kyoya.”

            “Goodnight, (Y/N).” He watched them head to the door and hesitated. “(Y/N).”

            They looked back at him. “Yes, Kyoya?”

            “I’m glad you’re alright. I don’t enjoy seeing you in danger,” said Kyoya. He was quite pleased as (Y/N) smiled wider.

            “I know,” said (Y/N). “Thank you for saving me.”

            Kyoya nodded and watched them leave. As the door swung closed, he spoke softly. “I always will.”

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2024 reads / storygraph

Outdrawn

f/f contemporary romance

two cartoonist who’ve been rivals since uni, and now have competing webcomics online, have to work together on the relaunch of a cult classic at the comic press they both work at

they both struggle with art-related physical and mental health issues, and complicated families

[hazedxhealing]

Not-so-friendly reminder that you cannot be a system without trauma.

Some more proof; done by me, a person living with DID.

This is not syscourse, this is fact.

According to the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Illness (DSM-5), a history of childhood abuse and neglect is prevalent in 90% of cases of dissociative identity disorder (DID). The remaining cases involve medical trauma, terrorism, and childhood prostitution. Ninety percent is overwhelming. Other research claims that rates of abuse and neglect in DID are actually much higher.

DID develops in response to severe, recurring trauma in childhood. Children are not fully equipped to cope with continued, severe instances of abuse, so they may develop dissociation as a survival skill, which can then develop into DID. It makes sense, then, that the rate of childhood abuse and neglect in people with DID is so high.

https://www.healthyplace.com/blogs/dissociativeliving/2016/04/the-undeniable-connection-between-did-and-child-abuse

The authors interviewed 102 individuals with clinical diagnoses of multiple personality disorder at four centres using the Dissociative Disorders Interview Schedule. The patients reported high rates of childhood trauma: 90.2% had been sexually abused, 82.4% physically abused, and 95.1% subjected to one or both forms of child abuse. Over 50% of subjects reported initial physical and sexual abuse before age five. The average duration of both types of abuse was ten years, and numerous different perpetrators were identified. Subjects were equally likely to be physically abused by their mothers or fathers. Sexual abusers were more often male than female, but a substantial amount of sexual abuse was perpetrated by mothers, female relatives, and other females. Multiple personality disorder appears to be a response to chronic trauma originating during a vulnerable period in childhood.

https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/2044042/

Causes

The main cause of DID is believed to be severe and prolonged trauma experienced during childhood, including emotional, physical or sexual abuse.

The development of dissociative identity disorder is understood to be a result of several factors:

Recurrent episodes of severe physical, emotional or sexual abuse in childhood.

Absence of safe and nurturing resources to overwhelming abuse or trauma.

Ability to dissociate easily.

Development of a coping style that helped during distress and the use of splitting as a survival skill.

While abuse is frequently present, it cannot be assumed that family members were involved in the abuse.

Dissociative identity disorder (DID) is the result of repeated or long-term childhood trauma, most frequently child abuse or neglect, that is often combined with disorganized attachment or other attachment disturbances. DID cannot form after ages 6-9 because individuals older than these ages have an integrated self identity and history. Trauma later in life can lead to posttraumatic stress disorder or complex posttraumatic stress disorder, other dissociative disorders including other specified dissociative disorder, somatic symptom disorders, or possibly borderline personality disorder, but DID requires an unintegrated mind to form.

https://did-research.org/origin/

Other helpful links!!

DSM-5 on DID and

A explanation of each DD

NAMIs fact sheet on DID

Please see this account for OP

A PDF research paper done on the link between DID and childhood abuse

My own multi-part research thread

A post about biomarkers in the brains of pw/OSDDID

[cursed-nyxan]

Looks like I did it again but this time with Last Legacy characters cos I have no life. Today's host are The "Flirty prince Queen" Type The "Mom Friend" Type The "Tall and wild" Type The "Little devil deer" Type The "Bun-bun" Type and The "Secretly Babygirl" Type

[br0-k3n-sch00lb01]

btw guys new stuff for the Sage AU fic!!! Im actually. Axtually writing lately!! Exciting yYayyayayayayayysysys

theres more than this but i was lazy

enjoy. Enjoy your food.

Basil stepped inside the basement. He heard faint voices from the room he had grown to avoid lately. He hadn’t been doing his proper ‘job,’ if that’s even what it could be called. His friends were awake, most likely, and for some reason he felt like he should just let them out. But he knew the consequences he would suffer if he did so. He placed his hand on the door to the chamber. He knew his hand would have been trembling if this were any other context, but he had learned to steady himself. It was unimportant to have such reactions to fear. In his eyes, even if they were natural, he saw them merely as another problem he had to deal with. There was a crashing sound inside and he twisted open the heavy handle .

He could not open the door. 

He should be panicking. They would die. His friends would die. He had to let them out.

“If you even try to help them, you know well what I can do to you.”

He had started shaking but stiffened involuntarily when Sage spoke. This was his reaction now, then? He had some things to say but for the sake of his own life he decided not to say them. Why had he been trying so hard to not get killed lately? His life, at this point, had no value. Nobody in this town had cared for him except for his friends at times. And now they were locked in this room in his cold basement. He pushed harder down on the handle to the chamber. Whatever was jamming the door gave way and he pushed the heavy slab of iron inwards. 

He would be shocked if he were a normal person, but he wasn’t exactly ‘normal’ after everything he had done. The first person he saw was Sunny. He stared at him as if he were staring at a statue and not a real person, with vague interest, but in all reality he felt nothing looking at his best friend. Aubrey stepped in between Sunny and Basil, brandishing an empty novocaine needle.

“STAY AWAY FROM HIM, YOU PSYCHO!!!”

Basil raised an eyebrow slightly. He didn’t say anything in response. Honestly, even if he had wanted to talk, he was afraid he wouldn't have a voice anymore. He hadn’t spoken in ages. Not even a slight noise of acknowledgement had been made. He stared at Aubrey with that ponderous look on his face. He wasn’t even thinking about anything at this point. His head was empty. Aubrey glared at him and waved the needle slightly. She might have been expecting Basil to flinch but he didn’t even blink. He placed his finger on the tip of the needle and pushed it away from him, staring at it with empty eyes. Aubrey shoved it back towards him and blood welled up on his finger. He brought his hand away and stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking the blood off. He wiped his hand on his sweater.

“I’m not sure why you’re so intent on keeping me away. I could have left you to die.”

“YOU TRIED TO KILL US!!”

Basil frowned.

“But you’re alive, aren’t you?”

Aubrey snarled at him. Actually SNARLED. 

“But you wanted us dead. I’LL GET YOU ARRESTED WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE!!”

Basil aimed a swift kick at Aubrey’s stomach, planting his foot firmly on her abdomen. Aubrey stumbled backwards in surprise and then groaned. Sunny’s eyes widened slightly. He actually hadn’t reacted the whole time. Basil and Sunny exchanged a glance and Basil stepped forward.

“Are you okay?”

Sunny looked Basil straight in the eyes.

“...Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

Basil hugged him. He had missed feeling real human touch.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It was all a mistake.”

“It’s okay.”

Basil felt a sharp pain in his side. He did not make a sound, or gasp, or even cry. He turned his head. Aubrey had jabbed half of the long needle into his torso. Not a fatal wound, but he could feel warm blood trickling down from it and it hurt. He narrowed his eyes.

“Did you just stab me?”

“You deserve it.”

“Okay.”

He yanked the needle out of his flesh and tossed it on a metal rack. 

“If you intend on killing me, you won’t accomplish that with a needle.”

“I’m aware.”

Kel had been watching the whole thing with mild interest. Hero was sitting next to him, staring blankly at nothing. 

“I’ll be leaving now.”

“Piss off.”

“I intend to.”

Basil turned on his heels and walked deliberately out of the chamber. He heard footsteps on the concrete behind him but he didn’t look to see who it was. He walked upstairs into the misery that was his main floor. It was dark but you could see blood everywhere. It was not pretty. It was sickening. Basil heard a choked gasp behind him. 

“Get used to it, sunshine.”

Sunny came up beside him.

“You need to clean this up.”

“No.”

“W-What do you mean, ‘No’? This isn’t healthy, you could get seriously sick!!”

“Do you think I really care?”

Sunny stared at him for a moment.

“You used to care.”

Basil’s expression did not change. He stood there with a blank look.

“Okay. Well, now I don’t.”

“What’s gotten into you? It’s like you’re not even you!!”

Basil scoffed.

“Nothing’s ‘gotten into me,’ Sunny. This is just who I am now, don’t you see?”

“No, I don’t see! This isn’t you! It’s not! This isn’t the sweet, affectionate Basil that I know and used to love!!”

Basil felt a sharp pang in his heart and he sucked in a breath.

“...’Used to’...?”

[ffd-sys]

seeing all these systems with super organized sp accounts with a coherent color palette and all while the one time I dared to suggest to a headmate to use a somewhat muted color instead of his bright neon fuccia for her profile it looked at me as if I had cursed his whole family to eternal suffering or something

[qbcloudies365]

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[boxfullaturtles]

imagine a fan zine yeah? but it's like a cookbook, with recipes from a buncha different iterations of tmnt (and prolly art and short fics themed around cooking in there too)

ngl would love something like that, sounds like fun

[disneymbti]

what enneagram and mbti do you think sage and libby from star darlings are?

Hi there, sweetie! I really hope you like this a lot!

Sage's MBTI Type, Big Three and Enneagram Type

MBTI Type: ENFJ [The Protagonist]

ENFJs are high-energy people who dislike spending too much time alone. They take initiative and tend to talk more than they listen.

They usually trust their intuition and focus on the future. They are good at analyzing complex ideas. 

Protagonists are motivated by feelings and values. They work to avoid conflict and are very diplomatic.

They like to make lists and schedules, preferring to follow a plan. They are hard-working and responsible.

Big Three: Sagittarius Sun, Sagittarius Moon and Sagittarius Rising

Sagittarius Sun: Sagittarius is governed by the expansive planet Jupiter, and is known for a free-spirited, globe-trotting, philosophical mindset — and wild streak.

Sagittarius Moon:  The Moon is considered to be lucky in Sagittarius, as it brings excitement, adventure, and abundance. However, those with Sagittarius Moons can be defensive at times.

Sagittarius Rising: Sagittarius risings are jovial, optimistic, and full of energy. They sparkle with confidence, and you can't help but sparkle back when you're around them.

Enneagram Type: 4w3 [The Enthusiast]

Basic Fear: Four wing threes’ deepest fear is that they have no significance in the world. They tend to express this by frequently distinguishing themselves from the rest of the world.

Basic Desire: They desire uniqueness and personal identity. They long to be authentically different, which may lead them to intense bouts of creativity and self-expression.

Enthusiasts may defend themselves by unconsciously adapting characteristics of others to seem more authentic.

Libby's MBTI Type, Big Three and Enneagram Type

MBTI Type: ENFJ [The Protagonist]

ENFJs are high-energy people who dislike spending too much time alone. They take initiative and tend to talk more than they listen.

They usually trust their intuition and focus on the future. They are good at analyzing complex ideas. 

Protagonists are motivated by feelings and values. They work to avoid conflict and are very diplomatic.

They like to make lists and schedules, preferring to follow a plan. They are hard-working and responsible.

Big Three: Libra Sun, Libra Moon and Libra Rising

Libra Sun: Libra is ruled by the airy part of Venus, making them bon vivants, critical, and artistic — as well as forever stylish.

Libra Moon: Moon in Libra is makes for a relationship-oriented individual. They may base their decisions upon how they are viewed by others. 

Libra Rising: Finding balance in life is essential for Libra risings, who prefer things to be even-keeled and civil.

Enneagram Type: 2w3 [The Host]

Basic Fear: Enneagram type two wing threes fear being unwanted or worthless. They usually avoid this by building personal connections with others and working hard to meet the needs of the community.

Basic Desire: Their most basic desire is to be loved and accepted. They may express this by being extremely attentive and attached to other people.

Hosts tend to suppress their own negative emotions, which, when done frequently, can lead to high levels of stress or unexpected outbursts.

[unmotivational-motivation]

this is why education and instilling a sense of curiosity in kids is important. a lot of these people simply didn't stop for a second to think about the world outside of what they see. or were told that's for other people. or were told to stop fantasising and get back to their work. or got a smack across the back of the head for talking about such silly things.

it's not to say these are wrong, but having a good generalist knowledge of the world stop 90% of woo and conspiracy theories from taking root.

I used to be a grader and an occasional substitute prof for an introductory astronomy lab. That means that the majority of the people in this lab are only taking it because it’s a requirement and about half of them think it’s an astrology class.

I was grading midterms and this one girl. She was so nice and I think she was a business major. Fuck. The question on the midterm was to draw a diagram of the solar system and this poor girl. This fucking girl had drawn a Mars-centric solar system. As in every planet and the sun were orbiting Mars. I now actually have a custom Cards Againsy Humanity card I got at a con that says “A Mars-centric solar system”

I had a boy argue with me that there was liquid water on the moon (this was around when they had found liquid water on Mars in ~2015) and he wouldn’t believe me that he likely meant Mars and not the moon. After I marked his answer to the relevant lab question wrong, he took it to the department head who had promptly laughed him out of the office.

And there was another boy who, during a lab in our observatory where we would look at certain things in the sky, asked where the sun was. At 10pm in November. After some questioning it was revealed that he thought the moon and the sun were the same thing.

[r0hitdhiman]

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[anonymousewrites]

Lavender for Royalty; Sage for Wisdom (Book 1)

Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Chapter One: Coriander for Hidden Worth

Summary: (Y/N) is surprised to find that their mentee has stumbled into the Host Club.

            “So have your classes been going well so far?” said (Y/N), smiling and leaning on their hand.

            Haruhi nodded. “The academics are more rigorous here, but I’ve dealt with hard classes before.”

            “Good,” said (Y/N). “I’m glad the transition is going well for you.” They laughed lightly. “I remember trying to find my way around this place the first couple of weeks. I was almost late so many times.”

            Haruhi sweat-dropped. “Tell me about it…”

            Haruhi, like (Y/N), was a scholarship student. (Y/N) was her mentor since they were a year older and a successful scholarship student themself. (Y/N) had high hopes for Haruhi, even if she was a bit more reserved and uninterested in getting involved at the school. Haruhi was focused on getting herself into a good college so she could become a lawyer, and Ouran was the place to do it. (Y/N) wouldn’t fault her for being studious—they, too, focused heavily on their own academics.

            “But you’ve figured things out,” said (Y/N). “So I’m glad.” They looked at Haruhi. “But remember that the academy does encourage extracurriculars. You should choose some sort of club—even just a future lawyers organization.”

            “I’ll think about it,” said Haruhi. She huffed. “Isn’t it enough that they make the uniforms too expensive and all the buildings so fancy? I have to be involved, too?”

            “Ouran boasts well-rounded students,” said (Y/N), chuckling. “That means clubs.” They glanced at the clock. “Speaking of which, I have to get ready for mine.” They stood. “Bye, Haruhi. Let me know if you need anything.” They waved and walked off.

            Haruhi looked at the clock and at her books. I should find someplace to get homework done.

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            The door to Music Room 3 creaked open, and the Host Club members looked over, expecting a new guest.

            “Welcome,” they said in tandem.

            Instead, they faced a brown-haired, slightly scruffy student who stared in shock.

            I didn’t expect Haruhi here, thought (Y/N), amused as Haruhi’s jaw dropped open.

            “It’s a man,” said Kaoru and Hikaru together.

            “Men are valuable patrons too,” said Tamaki, shrugging.

            (Y/N) stifled a chuckle. Kyoya raised a brow, and they exchanged a look. Unsurprisingly, Kyoya already knew Haruhi was a biological girl and identified as such. However, who were they to tell the other Host Club members? They could figure it out for themselves.

            “Welcome to Ouran Host Club, Haruhi Fujioka, scholarship student,” greeted Tamaki gallantly. “You are a rare creature in this place.”

            So he knows who she is but doesn’t know she’s not a boy? (Y/N) was so glad Tamaki was so dense; he brought a smile to their face. “Tamaki, don’t refer to scholarship students as ‘creatures.’ ”

            Tamaki grinned at (Y/N). “I would never disrespect you!”

            “Good,” said (Y/N).

            “After all, it takes tenacity and thick skin for scholarship students to make it here since it is difficult for them to fit in with our culture,” said Kyoya bluntly.

            “I think on that front I have more tact than you, Kyoya,” said (Y/N), raising a brow.

            Kyoya smirked slightly. “Perhaps.”

            “In short,” said Tamaki. “Fujioka, you’re a trailblazer!” He held Haruhi close and dramatically waved his arms. “Top student in your class, yet you’re poorer than a church mouse. Some may call you a weed or despise your low-class status.”

            An irk mark appeared on Haruhi’s forehead. She was clearly learning Tamaki was an idiot (and had yet to see that he was a lovable idiot when he wasn’t so dense).

            “There’s nothing wrong with poverty, of course. You’re a crusader, and a crusader only needs one thing—a reckless heart,” declared Tamaki. “Of course, we heard the rumor you’re a gay man—”

            “…Huh?” Haruhi stared.

            “What is your type? Wild? Cutsey? Or…” Tamaki grinned and titled her chin up. “Am I more your style?”

            Haruhi jumped away. “N-No, it’s not like that at all!”

            “Are you really a crusader, Haru?” said Honey, grinning. “Do you have stories of saving princesses? I love those!”

            “Who are you calling Haru?!”

            Poor Honey retreated to Mori.

            “(Y/N), you, what, this is the club you’re a part of?” said Haruhi, staring at her mentor.

            “I have fun,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “They bring in quite a few clients,” remarked Kyoya.

            Haruhi deadpanned before shaking her head. “Look, I was just trying to find a quiet place,” she said, backing away as Tamaki approached again. “So excuse me—”

            Bump!

            (Y/N) darted forward to try to save Haruhi from disaster.

            Crash!

            A blue and white vase hit the ground and broke into a million pieces. (Y/N) winced as a shard cut their hand. Haruhi stared at the destruction in horror.

            “That vase was by Rune,” said Hikaru. “It was to be the featured item in the next school auction.”

            “The bidding was going to start at eight million yen, but I don’t think it will fetch that now,” said Kauro.

            “I-I’ll pay for it…” Poor Haruhi trailed of.

            “You bet you will, but how? You can’t even afford a uniform,” said Hikaru and Kauro.

            “All my father could offer me was this hand-me-down sweater,” groaned Haruhi as the twins twisted the knife. She looked at (Y/N). “I’m sorry about your hand, I didn’t mean to—”

            (Y/N) waved their hand. “Don’t worry about it, Haruhi.”

            “Well, Tamaki, how should we handle this?” said Kyoya, sighing and looking at Tamaki.

            “Fujioka, are you familiar with the saying, ‘when in Rome, do as the Romans do?’ ” said Tamaki. “And this—‘If you don’t have the cash, pay with your carcass?’ As of today, you’re the Host Club’s dog!”

            Haruhi’s jaw dropped open, and her soul floated from her body. (Y/N) patted her on the back, holding their hold hand up as blood dripped from their palm.

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            Haruhi’s eyebrow twitched as she watched all of the hosts complete their “duties.” Tamaki flattered every one of his princesses, the twins had their strange routine, Honey ate with people, Mori watched over Honey and the guests dutifully, and (Y/N) moved between people with easy friendliness that had all the women smiling.

            “Oh, (Y/N), what happened to your hand?” said a worried guests, looking at the cut on their hand.

            “Just a little accident,” said (Y/N), smiling. “Don’t worry for me. Please make sure to take care of yourself.” The guest’s face turned red. “I’d rather be the one getting hurt than you.”

            The guests squealed as (Y/N) walked off with a smile.

            “You guys live in another world,” said Haruhi, sweat-dropping. She was a bit impressed—she had never seen (Y/N) act like that, though they were always kind and friendly—that (Y/N) handled it so simply.

            “We simply apply our individual talents to meet the needs of our clients,” said Kyoya.

            “People like being treated with kindness,” said (Y/N). “Some like Tamaki’s princely nature, some like the normalcy I bring.” They smiled. “Everyone gets to enjoy themselves.”

            “Now,” said Kyoya, looking at Haruhi. “Your duties.” Haruhi shivered at the official tone. “You’ll handle basic chores for a while. You can refuse, of course, but my family’s reach is long and wide. I’d suggest a passport.”

            Haruhi looked at (Y/N) for help.

            “I’d just listen, if I were you,” said (Y/N).

            “You’ve got eight million yen’s worth of chores to do and not much to offer a girl,” said Tamaki.

            Haruhi jumped as he appeared behind her. She huffed. “Man, woman, whatever, how we look is irrelevant anyways, right?

            “I like you for a reason,” said (Y/N) fondly.

            “It’s what’s inside that’s important,” said Haruhi.

            “Well, that’s true, and it’s so cruel how sometimes God bestows perfection inside and out,” sighed Tamaki dramatically.

            Haruhi’s eyebrow twitched.

            “But console yourself with that, if you like! I understand,” declared Tamaki. “How can you live with yourself otherwise?”

            “I got it,” said Haruhi suddenly.

            “Got what?” said Tamaki brightly.

            “You’re annoying,” said Haruhi bluntly.

            Tamaki retreated to a corner, and (Y/N) began chuckling. Kyoya smirked in amusement.

            “That’s telling him,” laughed Kauro and Hikaru.

            Haruhi sweat-dropped. “Um, Tamaki—”

            “ ‘King,’ ” said Tamaki sullenly. “That’s what they call me here.”

            “Tamaki, no one calls you that,” said (Y/N), putting their hands on their hips. “Don’t trick Haruhi.”

            Tamaki pouted.

            “I just wanted a quiet place to study,” groaned Haruhi.

            “How about at home?” said Tamaki.

            “Dad brings his girls over during the day. He works at night,” explained Haruhi.

            “Guess that throws a wrench in things,” said Tamaki. “He won’t pay tuition, either?”

            “It’s not like that,” said Haruhi. “It’s been rough, you know? I don’t want to burden him. Along with everything else, he was stuck raising me all by himself for ten years.”

            “I’d define that situation as pathetic,” said Tamaki.

            “No, it’s—”

            “Did you subsist on rice and horseradish?” cried Tamaki. “So poor that you might have been sold to a mean master who’d overwork you and leave you crying into your pillow every night?!”

            “Where’d that come from?!” shouted Haruhi.

            “Very well, I’ll cut you a deal,” said Tamaki decisively. “Your appearance makes the appearance hopeless, but I will do my best to teach you. Let’s see…let’s make it one hundred! Yes! If you can garner on hundred requests, I’ll wave your debt to the Host Club! And you’ll be the star host for girls who like poor people!”

            “I…I don’t want to!” cried Haruhi. “I’ll dust, scrub floors, anything but that!

            “Don’t worry, Haruhi, it’s not all bad. You get nice food,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            Haruhi groaned since that was barely any sort of encouragement. Just barely.

            “Your training starts now!” said Tamaki, grabbing Haruhi.

            “(Y/N), help—”

            “You’re going to do great, Haruhi,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            Haruhi groaned as she was dragged away.

            “Your next guest is arriving in five minutes,” said Kyoya, checking his notebook. He looked at (Y/N)’s hand. “You should put a bandage on that cut. We can’t have one of our hosts getting an infection, can we?”

            “It would be bad for business,” agreed (Y/N), smiling.”

            “Indeed,” agreed Kyoya with a closed-eye smile.

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            “I’ve heard, Tamaki, that you’re raising a kitten that doesn’t have proper pedigree,” said Ayanokoji, a slight smirk in her voice.

            “Ah, yes, a bit hopeless, to be honest, but I couldn’t him fend for himself, now, could I?” said Tamaki, smiling.

            “How kind of you,” said Ayanokoji. “Taking care of the needy.”

            (Y/N) knew her gaze flitted to them, and they kept their eyes on their clients, smiling at them. (Y/N) wasn’t letting her get into their head. They knew she saw them as a pity-party that the Host Club took care of and undoubtedly viewed Haruhi as the same, but (Y/N) didn’t care about her opinion, so they weren’t going to give her the satisfaction of a reaction.

“Aha, you’re back from shopping,” said Tamaki as Haruhi entered the room.

            Haruhi had evaded most of the host duties given to her by just doing chores and running errands.

            “Find everything?” said Tamaki.

            “Yeah,” said Haruhi, unpacking the shopping bag.

            “Eh? What’s this?” said Tamaki, gesturing to a container.

            “Coffee.” Haruhi deadpanned. “It was on your list.”

            “But…ground coffee?” asked Tamaki.

            “Not ground. Instant,” corrected Haruhi.

            “Whoa!” exclaimed Tamaki, and the other hosts hurried over to him. “The one you just pour water in? How proletarian!”

            “I’ve heard of it but never seen it,” remarked Kyoya.

            “What do you think I’ve been drinking every morning?” said (Y/N).

            “Hm.” Kyoya jotted down a note.

            “So it’s true! Poor people have no time to grind their beans!” exclaimed Kauro.

            “It’s how common folk cope,” said Hikaru.

            “I’ve always wanted to try it! Let’s brew some up,” said Honey excitedly. Mori nodded.

            Haruhi looked at (Y/N) incredulously. “Do they seriously not know what instant coffee is?”

            “Nope,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “You’ve never made any?” said Haruhi.

            “I’ve never been the Host Club’s dog so I never ran errands,” said (Y/N) with a closed-eye smile.

            Haruhi deflated. “Low blow,” she groaned. “I’ll go and get the expensive stuff.” She sighed and turned around.

            “No, I’ll drink this!” said Tamaki.

            “Whoa, you’re brave,” teased Hikaru.

            “Three dollars for 3.5 ounces? Not great value,” said Kaoru. “Hardly worth one cup.”

            Haruhi faced (Y/N). “Is this how they always are?”

            (Y/N) smiled. “Yes. But…” Their gaze softened. “You grow fond of it.”

            “Yeah, sure,” said Haruhi.

            “Haruhi~ We want coffee!” said Tamaki.

            “They’re just messing around, you know,” said Ayanokoji, chuckling softly but with intense maliciousness anyways. “That stuff won’t suit their taste at all.”

            “Huh?” said Haruhi, surprised by her words.

            “…” (Y/N)’s smile fell, and their gaze hardened.

            “Oh, sorry.” Ayanokoji smiled. “I was talking to myself.”

            “Aha.” Haruhi doubted that, and as she glanced at (Y/N), she saw that (Y/N) wasn’t fooled by Ayanokoji’s manners, either.

            “Haruhi! Make us some of this commoner’s coffee!” said Tamaki again. “Everyone’s keen to try it!”

            Haruhi sighed. “I’ll get hot water.”

            “I’ll get some cups,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “At least you have my back,” said Haruhi. (Y/N) chuckled

            While everyone watched with strange interest, Haruhi made the instant coffee, and cups were handed out to the curious guests and hosts.

            “I won’t be responsible if they don’t like it,” said Haruhi decisively.

            “I’m not sure…” said one guest.

            “My dad will freak…” said another girl.

            “Would you prefer to drink from my mouth?” flirted Tamaki.

            “N-No, a cup’s fine,” said the girl, her face turning completely red.

            Haruhi deadpanned.

            “Doesn’t it seem wrong for Tamaki to drink such swill?” said one guest. “Doesn’t it, Ayanokoji?”

            “Well, it’s all part of this new project of his. He thinks the last one went well, after all,” said Ayanokoji. “Though he may be overdoing it about.”

            (Y/N)’s gaze flicked to Ayanokoji as they overhead her. “…” They didn’t like her view of Haruhi. Condescending rich people are the worst type.

            “Very little taste,” said Kyoya, tasting the coffee. “The aftertaste is interesting, however.”

            (Y/N) turned to him. “I’m surprised you tried it.”

            “I could hardly trust Tamaki’s tastes. He raves about everything,” said Kyoya.

            (Y/N) chuckled. “Very true.”

            “You said you drink this every morning?” said Kyoya.

            “With how late I stay up doing schoolwork? Yes,” said (Y/N). They were a scholarship student for a reason.

            “I doubt this is helping your cognitive abilities,” said Kyoya. “I’ll have my driver drop off proper coffee at your home.” He returned to his notebook, not taking any arguments against it.

            (Y/N) smiled. “If you insist, Kyoya.”

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[sageofthestarz]

My friend is trying to start up a Minecraft server again and I'm like 👀

[hazedxhealing]

Have you tried seething harder?

Seriously though, it's absolutely balls to the walls wild to wake up to being called a transphobe for *checks notes* supporting the existence of medically and scientifically proven nom-dysphoric trans people, as a trans person.

That's so crazy. Hey, OPC, have you tried shutting the fuck up?

The dysphoria debate cannot be compared to endo v traumagen. Dysphoria has been SCIENTIFICALLY PROVEN to not be necessary to be trans. Endos have not been proven in any case to be real, medically or scientifically.

Given a study. Give me a legitimate study that isn't a carrd dot com essay done by a 14 year old.

You need trauma to be a system, endos aren't real. Point blank period. Die mad.