#This was longer than I thought. XD

[wyvchard]

another teehee

🤝 How would you describe the nature of Phoenix and their Handler’s working relationship?

Oooh. Good one!

(This gets long.)

IEYTD - Reginald was a bit... dismissive of Phoenix. Nothing personal. They were just one of (most likely) multiple agents he was handling. They were told they were his "third favorite field operative" iirc. Phoenix thinks Reginald is a bit bad from time to time but they're trying to be professional. (For my Phoenix specifically, Reggie was an upgrade over the manager who steals their work and gets credit for it.)

Death Engine - When Solaris fired the death engine, Phoenix realized that they miss his voice and terrible puns (still sulky about the train and vacation though). Reginald realizes he's grown fond of Phoenix. (There's this headcanon that Reggie is the type to get attached to his agents rather easily but knows when to move on. I pretty much consider it canon.)

Pre-IEYTD 2 - Reginald sees more of Phoenix. Their recovery from their wounds from the crash. He was already moving on from their likely death date, however, seeing them grapple with the fact they're technically legally dead (they had a funeral and everything) made Phoenix seem more like a person to him. Phoenix also saw Reggie as a person as he helped them deal with the paperwork. (My Phoenix specifically: Even though they were legally declared dead, it was canceled from being fully processed, which is why they can still keep contact with their family.)

IEYTD 2 - They have a sense of trust. That time in the jet and Fabricator's workshop were soft turning points. (I headcanon that the two ate a meal together after the workshop and Reginald realized just how talkative Phoenix can be outside of missions. Phoenix usually uses sign or morse code during missions because they prefer not to be heard.)

Operation Safe and Sound - This was the point where Phoenix knew that they got Reginald to return to, that Reggie can't be replaced. That someone was waiting for them. Reginald's panic over losing Phoenix was also palpable in the game. (They probably also hugged.)

Rising Phoenix - Reginald is devastated when the connection cuts out. He knew that he's gotten too attached and he was probably this close to retiring if Phoenix didn't come back. Phoenix, once they found their way out of the elevator and to safety, immediately went on their way to Babadag because they knew he was waiting.

IEYTD 3 - They didn't need any words to know they're family. Phoenix knew Reggie is there for them if they need to. And Reggie knows that Phoenix will do everything in their power to return to him safe and sound.

Post-IEYTD 3 -

Phoenix: *Kid who gets into trouble due to their shenanigans but is good at heart (most of the time)*

Reginald: *Parent who is amused, worried, and tired of it at the same time*

IHowever, when it comes to missions, both remain mostly professional and keep their conversations mostly about work in case anyone overhears them. They work hard and play hard. They still tease each other in the middle of work though.

[nexo-nex]

I managed to extract and animate the dancing animations from the character selection in Tea Party Dash. Hope yall enjoy them (?)

[luimagines]

Oh OH!

what about a contiuation of the ravio fake dating scenario where they finally get their second date or something? Just really fluffy.

Absitively posulutely!! You got it! More Ravio coming up!

Masterlist

Part 1

Content under the cut!

"I get to choose this time."

That's what he told you and then gave you no more information.

He didn't say how you should dress, what time he'd pick you up- even what day it would be! Who does that!?! This is supposed to be an agreed upon arrangement beforehand! What if you ended up booked when he eventually chose the date because he didn't give you enough time to plan your schedule. You have a job too you know!

It... may not be as impressive as the Queen's Advisor... Or running your own business... On second thought, maybe he was just busy. He is rather difficult to get in touch with when you're not face to face. Maybe you should have given him the benefit of the doubt.

Unless he forgot entirely.

Admittedly, that would hurt worse.

Even if weren't exactly close to begin with, you'd think that first date went great! Better than great actually. Maybe you're remembering it in splendor because Ravio threw a glass of gin at your ex's face without a second thought and you had danced with wild abandon and you kissed him-

Uh oh... had you scared him off?

No, you couldn't have. It was his idea to have a second date to begin with.

You rub your face harshly and figure you might as well head out for a walk. It's a nice day and maybe some fresh air will clear your head. Maybe you're thinking too much on this. Overthinking will only make the problem worse. You open your door with a sigh and step out of the house. You nearly scream when you look up.

Ravio's there.

At your door.

With his hand up to knock.

"Oh perfect!" He cries gleefully, holding up a basket. "You're ready to go already."

"I- what?" You blink and gasp when Ravio steps closer to you, hooking your arm in his and begin to lead you off.

"Let's go!"

"Ravio wait!" You dig your heels in and stall. "What do you think you're doing? You didn't send a letter- You didn't let me know anything- What if I was going to something else? You can't just steal me away!"

"Are you?" Ravio tilts his head, his dumb bunny hood getting in the way of reading his facial expressions.

You hesitate. "Well... no. But it's the principle of the thing!"

He seems to also hesitate. "...Ok... That's fair. But! I've heard through the grape vine that it's been a hard week at your job. I thought it would be nice if we took it easy for our next date."

"Wait- how did you know that?" You frown slightly. He was right, of course, but you didn't think your job would even be on his radar.

Somehow, you get the impression that he's blushing. "I went to your work place, hoping to talk to you. Which was a bad idea- I know. But a coworker was too busy to even get to me so I figured... Well, I had to do something."

You bite your lip. Realistically, you should be mad. This isn't how it should work. "You should have at least sent a letter or something. I would have liked to get ready for our date, you know?"

"Why? You're already perfect." Ravio takes your hand again and begin to lead you away. "This way!"

His words stun you, and you numbly follow him into a small trail into the woods. You recognize this place. He's taking you to the nearby lake.

"Just let me have this one indulgence." Ravio says as you brings you to the lake side. "I've always liked the idea of a surprise date. But for future reference, I will talk to you."

You gulp and nod. "Thank you."

Ravio lets you go and starts to set up a small blanket that he takes out of the basket. "This was a little harder than I anticipated to put together so forgive me it's not what you thought it would be."

He takes out the food from the party.

Or at least food that is similar to the food from the party. The fancy stuff. Gourmet, if you know what I mean.

"Ravio..." You sit on the blanket as you watch in wonder. "Where did you get this?"

"I have my connections." He flips off his hood and gives you a charming smile. "I remembered that you didn't get to try the party food. I thought that it was a wasted opportunity."

You already feel your mouth watering. "....This is already fancier than I thought?"

"A picnic by the lakeside?"

"Ravio, you brought lobster!"

"And I wouldn't change a thing!" He protests, opening up a container. "Here try the dessert first."

"Really?"

"Why not?"

[ratguy-nico]

BoblinWeek Day 3: Blush/Warm

People this is the only piece I, myself, on my own, made for the @boblinweek mostly cause I made way before and it wasn't mean to be for the event, but hey, it fits XD

I like how it looks... kinda, I think sparks make everything better, and I think I rely on them this time so you would not notice how simple and boring is the drawing in itself

In my defense it was supossed to just be for me to practice drawing Bob and Linda, but also very inspire from a song from a movie I dont like (and didn't like the song that much before either, but now is a Boblin song so I love it)

this is the version whith "background" but I personally prefer it without it

[slylock-syl]

Hey Syllll! Long time, no chat! I just wanted to get this off my chest before i go ham trying to figure out what i wanna commission from you soon.

I have been reading Undersource for years now, and i think we've both come a long way since then! God, that feels weird to say, i'm not even old enough to drink yet lmao. But! I am old enough to spend my money responsibly now, which is nuts given that my responsible spending is now aimed at getting art of my blorbos LOL.

You've grown as an artist so much since i first started reading- i think that was around... the pirate arc? Not sure! But i do remember the early days of me having discord, during the EKD server category era. But anyways, i know the way you drew our favorite skeletons was different back then, and it's all gotten so much smoother in that time. You're also (at least seemingly) taking way better care of yourself! You've set boundaries, you've set more time for yourself and not the blog, and you're still happily chugging along, after all these years. Not to mention you're working on this side story now, which i'm fairly certain you've been looking forward to for a while.

How's that sleeping though? Do you still have the sleep cycle of an austalian? Can't say i'm any better, im slowly becoming nocturnal again lol. Some things NEVER change.

Anyways. All this to say: im really proud to have been part of this little community for so long. To see the comic and its artist come so far. Even if im not a diehard fan anymore, im glad i can still take a little time every weekend to realize "OH, U/S shoulda updated!" and run over here. Thanks for giving me a good starting point of community on this god damned hellsite.

(Here's to sleepy 5 am "you're great" asks LMAO)

sjksdhLKSDJFHG THIS IS SUCH A SWEET MESSAGE OMG-

Hi Azzy! :D I'm glad you still like my work even after all this time! Thank you for sticking around! :D

I have been taking better care of myself these days! I'm (only sometimes begrudgingly XD) going on daily walks (Pikmin Bloom is really helping with that, I love Pikmin they're so cute), and made some new friends! When I first started this blog I was convinced I had to constantly/frequently produce content, and I time went on I slowly realized that wasn't really viable, so I slowly trimmed down the workloads for better manageability, I'd say it's helped a lot! Even if it may not look like it sometimes XD

There was a point before I adjusted my work schedule where I figured out that I may have been riding a creative burnout for a long while, as when I looked back it felt like my work had begun to visually stagnate. I think at the time I was cramming working on the comic update across only 3 or 4 days (Wednesday/Thursday to Saturday mornings, sometimes down to the wire), with several hours of just constant work (plus any distractions and 3 daily asks) because I was procrastinating so badly X'D I'm still recovering from the visual stagnation, but I'm definitely trying to experiment where I can! I may not be the best at it but I hope I'm improving at least ksjdghLSDGH My current schedule is MUCH more spaced out and much more manageable, spanning Sunday to Friday and broken down into stages for each day, and Saturdays are my designated day off~

As for the side story, it's one I've had around for quite a while and have been excited to finally show off! There were a few people who were interested in it when it was first teased, though I've no idea if they're still around, if they are I hope they're enjoying the story so far as well! 💜

Oddly enough my sleep schedule is no longer on Cthulhu Standard Time SKSDJGHDLG We had a TON of construction going on in the house the past few months and it was way too awkward to sleep with a bunch of strangers either being in or near my room, as well as making a LOT of noise sjkdhgLKSDJG There was a brief section of time where I'd actually go to bed at a "normal" time and get up at like, 9 or 10 am X'D Though it's slowly sneaking it's way into afternoons to 3 or 4 AM after I feed the kitties, kinda like my old college schedule XD

Thank you again for liking my work and sticking around! I really appreciate it!! :D

I may not be anywhere near whatever my "peak" was a few years ago, but I'm still happy to keep going for those who still come around! 💜

[ladytauria]

any jason headcanons you enjoy?

oh this is a fun question, thank you <3

some of these are going to be more widely accepted fanon, i think, but! ^^;

smallest robin turned largest robin. (i actually think for size it goes jason > dick > tim > damian > steph. i also like the idea that as red hood he's taller than bruce, but bruce is broader/heavier.)

ik canonically he didn't join the school's theater/drama club bc of robin commitments, but in my head he was still part of a group <3 maybe they had a city one during the summer? idk

i also think he was starting to get involved with the martha wayne foundation before he died.

alfred & he are close. ik canonically alfred tends to be a lot more victim blame-y with jason (as all of them are) but i think that entire retcon was stupid so <3

he can cook and cook well!

related: he also stress bakes. and cooks, too. also a stress cleaner. actually, just in general, i think he responds to stress with action. anything that feels "useful" or "helpful"--so feeding people, maintaining weapons/armor, cleaning up a space, etc.

very neat, and meticulous about his space. like, he might have a few things lying around that are "in use" but for the most part everything has a spot.

phobia of needles! it was worse when he was robin, but as an adult he's worked on it & learned how to manage it. however, in times of high stress it shows back up. and he's not good with any kind of unexpected need for shots.

i saw something somewhere about jason having multiple copies of books--not necessarily editions (though def that too) but like... one to put on display & one he can annotate/dog-ear/mark up/etc as h pleases. which i like a lot!

also inspired by something else--this time a piece of art, i think for something set in the batman beyond universe--but. i think he develops hearing problems, and maybe even already has? (actually; on that subject, i think he probably has tinnitus now, and maybe develops hearing loss as he gets older.) [updating with a link to the art]

good with kids. that one might just be canon xD

does a lot of volunteer work when he's not vigilante-ing. he does work with various places, but i think one of his favorites is like, storytime with kids at a library, or something.

i go back & forth between "jason is warmer" and "jason is colder" post-resurrection, and i think i like to stick with somewhere in the middle---he gives off a lot of heat, but has a harder time retaining. so even tho he feels warm to everyone else, he's still cold.

not really a headcanon, but. white streak + autopsy scar is peak jason design~

& i'll stop there bc this is getting p long!

[doodleodds]

A quick xanlow comm for @honeydots! :) Laslow stop that, he's trying to concentrate!! Those notes are important!!

[starkittnd93]

saw your “maybe we should art” and I know this wasn’t the focus but I’m thinking about hikari in the isat timeloop now

shadowkari mal du pays is this anything

omg i was just thinking about that actually so thank you for giving me an opportunity to tell you my thoughts!!! (casually becomes an unskippable cutscene)

Okay like don’t get me wrong- Hikari absolutely knows how to cut his losses. As much as he loves his friends, he’s mature enough to put his feelings aside the moment they get in the way of his goals, and fight them if they refuse to back down.

But. When presented with the ability to loop back in time? An infinite amount of do-overs, which could be used to find a better ending… at his disposal…. Hm.

Imagine he wakes up in his room in the castle town. Huh, that’s … odd? He clearly remembered being in the Leaflands when he fell asleep last night. He’d remember — he had helped Partitio and Osvald set up camp once Ochette found a good spot in the forest. He clearly remembered sitting around the campfire with his seven found family members as they all discussed the next chapters of their lives, talking about all the places they would go once their journey was over. They’d scatter across the continent once again, like they were before they’d met a few months prior. He remembered Partitio’s warm embrace as they fell asleep together in their shared tent, along with the odd twinge of melancholy, wondering how much longer….

…well, that was before. All that matters is that he was in the Leaflands with his friends last night, and now he’s … here. Back in Hinouema? Hikari quickly crossed off the idea in his mind that somebody had taken him in his sleep last night because — aside from the obvious lack of motive — the distance between Ku and the Leaflands was a multiple day’s trip. It’d be impossible to make it here in a single night.

Yet, he’s here. He’s here???

Upon getting up and opening the door, Hikari notes two things. For one, the castle town was in very surprisingly good shape, as if Mugen had never staged a coup at all. Second of all…

“Lord Hikari! You’re up late…”

Tsuki … is alive?!

~~~

Yeah that’s as far as my creativity got me here, but I imagine that once Hikari figures out that it’s a time loop that he’s stuck in, he considers trying to use this power to keep all of his friends alive.

Yes, realistically, it’s pretty naive to expect to be able to save everyone alive through his own actions alone, but … It couldn’t hurt to try. After all, he is in a position to help everyone out, right? It’d be pretty terrible to not save his friends now that he has the power to undo their deaths. He could be their guiding light — but better! The gods seem to agree, how else could he have gained this power?

So … maybe just one try. Or two? Or five … or maybe eight. Well, if he paid more attention to Kazan and pried a little more, maybe his words could finally reach him. It’d save the group the effort of having to fight a god, after all.

Hikari’s village wouldn’t have to go up in flames if he fought back harder, he and Ritsu could possibly walk the same path once again if he could just convince him, win him over with his words … and Mikka wouldn’t have to lose her older brother! Tsuki wouldn’t have to die, and maybe Kazan wouldn’t throw himself into those damn flames— AND!!! He could help his friends too!!! He could help Osvald save Elena faster, save Ori from stabbing herself, or — now that he has the blessing of retrospect, he could push Temenos in the right direction a little bit faster so that Crick wouldn’t have to die!!!

So … ten tries? Twenty?

Before he knows it, he’s been looping for months, nearly a year, and he’s still trying…

~~~

okay i lied earlier I clearly had more to say XD

anyway Mal du Pays shadowkari sounds like a really cool idea actually, but. consider.

LOOP AS SHADOWKARI? 👀

[withthewindinherfootsteps]

me: this is the wei wuxian appreciation month, right? write a fic focusing on him where he's happy. i have a nice idea for it, he could be-

brain: mhm mhm sure

*starts writing xuanli instead*

[blackjackkent]

Prompt fill for @astreamofstars for this ask meme: Sickfic Prompts - Jaheira/Rasaad - [ 🛒 ] - going out at an absurd hour to grab supplies for them. Set about a month before Rion's birth. c:

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"Who in the hells can that be at this hour?" Sleepily, Miriam Hummel treads across the floor of her shop in slippered feet, holding a candle before her to keep from accidentally walking into the shelves of dried meat and produce. She shoots a cautious look at the dagger kept unobtrusively beside the door, then pulls it open to look outside.

The thoroughfare of the Lower City market district is utterly silent, the moon hanging heavy and low between the rooftops. There is, in fact, not a single other soul to be seen besides the old man standing on the doorstep.

She recognizes him, just barely; he's come a handful of times through the shop before. Bashir - the monk, one of the couple who bought Elerrathin's Home a year or so back. He's a bit of a strange one, or so he's always struck her - very quiet, but gentle when he does speak, and remarkably quick on his feet. It's hard to guess his age; by the lines in his face, he is old indeed, but his dark eyes are bright and he has a square, stocky, muscular body that would do credit to a man half his years at least.

"Good evening," he says earnestly, as soon as the door has opened.

"Saer..." Miriam looks the man up and down with a mildly bewildered expression. Then, after a long pause and with heavy irony, she says, "We're closed."

Rasaad winces. "I realize this is not an ideal hour--"

"It's near midnight, Saer Bashir!"

"--but it would be a great kindness to me if you would give me a moment of your time." Rasaad hesitates, then reaches into his pocket and pulls out two heavy platinum coins. "This will cover all I need, thrice over and more. I beg of you, I will be here and gone in no more than a moment."

Miriam's eyebrows shoot up. "Well," she says, coming a little more awake out of pure perplexity. "That's fair generous of you, Saer, but what call you can have for any of my goods that is worth twenty gold pieces at midnight is--"

"Please," he says. "I need pickles."

She blinks slowly at him once. Then twice. "...Pickles?"

"Yes." He nods very seriously. "The largest container you have."

A long, long pause. "Are you having me on, Saer?" she asks suspiciously. "This some sort of joke?"

Now it's his turn to look puzzled. "A joke?"

Either he has the finest deadpan in the Realms or he’s being completely serious, and she’s starting to think it’s the latter. “...If it’s pickles you want for twenty gold, then pickles you shall have,” she says, quirking one eyebrow up. “Though I still can’t fathom the need.”

For the first time, his placid expression shifts, and a hint of something else pokes through the facade - worry, and a sort of pleading strain. His weight fidgets almost imperceptibly, left to right and back again. 

“It is for my wife,” he says quietly. “She is… quite far along. I have told her that she shall lack for nothing, but she asks for little; it is not her way. But tonight, she is…” A pause; he is choosing his words carefully. “Low. It is a low night. And she has a craving, as I am told women in her state often have - for pickles, so pickles she shall have, if it takes me all the night to find them.”

Miriam’s wary scowl softens. “Ah,” she says. “Well. That is a cause I can’t fault, certainly.” Her mouth turns up a little at one corner. “She is a lucky one, your wife, I should think. There are not many as would find their man willing to hunt up such a thing at such an hour.”

He tips his head to the side. “Whyever not?” he asks, sounding legitimately bewildered.

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The door of the house creaks open on its hinges. Jaheira turns sharply from where she is standing at the window, and relief surges unrestrained across her face to see Rasaad framed by the moonlight in the doorway.

“You are back,” she says, the words like a sigh, an outrush of held tension. “I began to know my foolishness the moment you left - to see you out at this hour. The streets are not safe…”

“There was no danger,” he says gently. “Though I do believe the shopkeeper was greatly surprised to see me.” With a heave, he lifts the heavy jar in both his hands and sets it with a clunk on the table. 

She stares at it and, to her own astonishment, feels tears fill her eyes. Her emotions have been a maelstrom all day - for weeks, really, but today has been particularly bad. She feels restless and fidgety, crawling around inside her own skin, a prisoner in her body weighed down by the life growing inside it. Earlier, it manifested in anger, a lashing-out argument buffeting against Rasaad’s infuriating calm, which was what sent him out into the darkness in search of a foolish whim.

Now it whiplashes back the other way into a gratitude so intense it is almost painful, interwoven with the pinpricks of pre-emptive grief that are always now in the back of her mind. She should not have sent him out; she feels so acutely aware, as she carries his child, of the finite weeks and months remaining to them, draining inexorably into the past. No minute should be wasted, no second taken for granted.

But she asked him for pickles instead, and he found them for her in the dead of night, and suddenly she wants to sob.

She isn’t sure how much of this shows on her face - but he must understand at least some of it, because he steps forward and gently rests one palm against her cheek, the other against the curve of her belly. “My sun…” he murmurs.

“I am sorry…” she mutters, her voice thick.

“There is no need.” He draws her forward, kisses her.

“I love you.” She whispers it against his mouth, then grunts softly as the child kicks in her womb, as if aware of its father’s nearness.

“And I you.” She feels him smile into the kiss before drawing back. “Now… please, sit. For these were dearly bought and I will not have them go to waste.”

[atanxdoesstuff]

I saw this in a Yakuza vines vid and HAD to draw this

(read right to left)

[purplelea]

NekuShiki question time! :)

1. Would they want to have kids? How do they tell each other?

2. Is there any scenario/au you would like to see them in (more often)?

3. How do they make up after a fight?

I think they would, but not a lot of them. I'm thinking either one or two. And I have no idea how they would tell eachother, so i'm going to skip that part x)

A scenario I'd like to see more often... I think them making mistakes. being imperfect. hurting eachother and working through it. being young, being free, being the teenagers they weren't allowed to be because of Neku's second death. Because Shiki spent three years waiting, and Neku spent three years in purgatory, and now that they're back in the RG they should get silly with it. I think part of what makes me like them a lot in an highschool setting (after the og, before A New Day, or in an AU) is that they're usually very imperfect and clumsy there, but they still love eachother anyway, so much. Also I love the idea of both suddenly getting a group of friends when they were pretty lonely before XD

I'd say it depends of the fight. If it's a small one, not really high stakes, they just got annoyed or frustrated but none of them is really hurt, they'd do something silly like a joke to the other one and move on, or just help them out with something. They wouldn't need to talk about it. If the fight was a serious one though (I think they'd be rare but still happen sometimes), they would first need time to chill. Shiki, especially. Neku is pretty chill after neo, but I think Shiki can still get mad pretty easily because she's very stubborn and adamant on some things. Time might have eased her rough edges, but they're still lying beneath the smooth surface. So firstly they'd take a break x) And then they'd be able to talk about it. Their talks may vary in lenght, some might be very quick and some might take multiple hours if the issue was a big one, but they don't leave anything unsaid, whether it's positive (remaining silent on his feelings for Shiki before A New Day was... maybe not a Good Choice for Neku, and he knows it. Shiki can only know how much good other people think of her if they tell her outright) or negative. Neku might need to push Shiki sometimes to voice the negative parts... because she's so happy he's back that she refuses to admit that some things might be wrong. Neku on the other hand is more likely to remain silent on very small things that bother him than to do so on important stuff. He'll compromise on which restaurant Shiki wants to go all the time, accepting her choice way more often than imposing his, but he won't lie on the important stuff, because if it remains unsaid it'll never be solved. The only issue is that he might be too brutally honest on those sometimes ^^" But in any case, before moving on, they'll hug and make sure each of them feels validated and loved, both to ease Shiki's anxiety, and to reassure Neku on his trauma of isolation.

[swiftbell]

Techno's time to get a design sheet (for the fanfic "You Either Die A Hero")

@writergreentypes

[luimagines]

nonono, don't backtrack

please continue talking about it. I beg!! I wanna know your thoughts about the videos

(About baby sensory videos)

Ok- so you know how it's been more or less studied upon that baby love Teletubbies but anyone older finds it very disturbing and weird?

It's a similar concept of being designed for such young, fresh and fragile minds.

Like people think Teletubbies is weird because the pacing is strange, no one knows what's going on and it's very bright with very little coherence behind what characters acting..

But that's exactly how a baby would view the world!! Loud, colorful, strange and the time seems to go on and on and on (when it could have really only been the span of ten minutes).

And people have done studies on how baby minds work and found that things that are fast paced (even moderately) can induce anxiety in a baby, caused by (I'm assuming based on an educated guess) the sensory overload.

For baby sensory videos, it plays into that pace where an infants mind can properly digest the colors and patterns shown to them.

Now! For older people, (kids to adults) it's the same- but also opposite cause.

I read once that it's ok to behave as if you're 3, 5, 16, 21 (any age younger than you are) because your mind and body already know how to be that age. You've completed that level. But you don't know how to be your age yet, you're still learning. You've never been that age before.

So your brain still has that capacity of infant malleability. Those videos create a safe space for (now familiar) information to be processed. Adult and adolescent lives are bombarded with fast moving pictures, loud and constant sound and bright light and colors without cease until they fall asleep (usually).

I hesitate to use the word "regress" because that's not what's happening, but it certainly taps into a part of the mind where the thought/neuron patterns have been solidified and made like steel since they were the first ones formed.

With two ideas in mind, by allowing the mind to digest simple, familiar stimulation in a delicate environment, it gives the brain a moment to decompress and go into an almost trance like state.

It's kind of like doing Sudoku for hours and then turning around and playing Cookie Clicker. Just hit one button. Done. You can do that in your sleep. So turns your brain off even if there's still stimulation happening.

That why your babysitting attempts were successful, despite the fact that your charges were grown. :)

[baerryjj]

HEYOO

Can we have some random bit of lore about your ocs??

Here's a cookie as a bribe: 🍪

BIM, ELLO GOOD SIR, n yes you may :))

I'll lore dump a bit abt Jhomara the Depraved Perfumer, since they mostly exist purely in my brain rn

Jhomara ,born in Leyndell as daughter to a whore and an unwanting father, she was discreetly abandoned in the shunning grounds as a baby; in hopes her existence was forgotten. Unfortunately for her father, who felt his reputation would tarnish from having a child, she lived and was raised under the care of a fellow omen who called herself Inenphaye. She was taught about the Lands Between and the Erdtree, and fostered a deep hate for the golden order. She also, developed a weird fixation on the demigods, specifically on the idea that their blood could grant divinity.

Then, when Inenphaye had inevitably died, she found herself wandering astray. A completely savage ,manipulatable, yet highly intelligent child emerged on the streets of Leyndell around the time of the shattering; she was perfect as cannon fodder, and was taught the ways of perfumers. It didn't take her long to figure out whose side she was fighting on, and it didn't take her long to fight against them.

She now wanders astray once more with only one goal in mind, to drink the blood of the divine.

Thank you for asking!!! Also here, a baguette in return 🥖

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Happy STS! What keeps you inspired and passionate about writing?

Happy (late) STS to you too. I think what keeps the flames of writing burning is the joy and challenge of trying to write something out of random words and fandoms/pairings. A quick example, how I do it: - i get two random numbers from a random Number generator website. - as example: 3 and 2 - i have 9 saved websites of random word generators and i open the third website and generate two new random words. - i open a decision wheel app on my computer, where I have my fandoms/pairings and let it decide on a fandom/pairing. When I can't see it working with the words, I generate new words or write an original work. - I try to write a fic XD

Another thing that keeps me passionate is the knowledge that I write for myself. I don't have to please a publisher or an audience. I can just write what I want. I only have to rate it correctly and put warnings, when it's necessary. I try my best to remembers this, cause I found out that my biggest enemies when it comes to writing/being creative are perfectionism and anxiety. Video Games (especially horror right now) and music keeps me inspired the most.