#also a smidgen of laziness

[uwuinhell]

ISAT DOGS AND CATS AU FAM/PARTY, GO!!!

Ft. Hat-less Siffrin and Loop

I was gonna get rid of le chiwiwi but. I liked em too much ig.

[dilatorywriting]

Heroes vs. Villains : Pomefiore [Part 2]

Gender Neutral Reader x Pomefiore vs. Neige Leblanche Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Woe to the Ramshackle Prefect, being caught up in the drama between the Disney Villains and their respective heroes. Pomefiore Version (Part 2)

ie. The scarf is an issue, because of course it's an issue. And Vil's sudden addiction to his phone is not going well for any of you.

[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3]

“What did you do?” Epel hissed from behind an entire department store’s worth of facial products.

“What?! I didn’t do anything!” you argued. Trying to sound stern when you were also putting a concerted effort into not moving your mouth was apparently very hard. A lip mask, Vil had called it. ‘Pretentious goop’ was a far better description. But the Pomefiore House Warden had been particularly dour lately, so you’d been letting him slather you will all kinds of atrocities in the name of keeping the peace. You’d smelled like a walking Bath & Body Works for the past week at least. And worst of all, if you ever made that comparison out loud he’d probably hemorrhage. Or something. Because each of these products was ‘special ordered’ or ‘hand crafted’ and blablabla.

“Well pardon me for not takin’ your word for it,” the purple-haired boy snapped, spiteful. “He only gets like this when someone’s hurt his stupid ego. Or worse—his feelings.”

“And why does that ‘someone’ have to be me?” you complained.

Epel shot you a look and you sighed into the misty air. The aroma diffuser gave another lackluster puff, as if in agreement.

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Ever since your shopping trip, Vil had been acting… not quite right.  

Oh, he was still icy and composed. He still tutted at your untucked uniform shirts and irritably plucked stray bits of fuzz from your jacket. But it was almost like he was too much of himself. You’d liked to think that your laid back ‘you’re lovely no matter what and I live in a literal condemned building so who am I to judge anyone’ approach had softened the House Warden at one point—even if only a smidgen. A singular hair out of place was artful, not lazy. The barely-there wrinkle in his vest was not the end of civilized times, but functional fashion. But now? It was back to the strictest of regiments, the most unforgiving of rules.

Jack had told you that Vil was even waking before him now—that by the time the wolf-beastman arrived for their early morning jogs, the blonde had clearly already been up and training for hours.

And you were worried.

Sometimes Vil would look at his phone and get this twisted up, venomous, expression on his face that sent little pangs of concern eating through your gut. Sometimes Rook was there to reach forward and gently ease the device out of Vil’s death grip. Sometimes he was not, and you were far too afraid of losing your fingers to even try.

It was a vicious cycle. The phone would make Vil angry and subsequently be abandoned in the opposite corner of the room. So then Vil would bury himself in new makeups, and outfits, and skin care. He would fret over new projects, or old projects—ranting about the incompetence of whoever he would ‘never work with again, believe me.’ Sometimes he dragged you along to his Film Club (you’d watched so many classic movies with him at this point that you were actually starting to become culturally literate). And then—slowly but inevitably—his brilliant, purple, gaze would drift to the expensive rectangle sitting all alone off to the side, wherever he’d carefully and strategically placed it to be just out of reach. Gradually his fingers would start to twitch, and then his jaw. He’d drum his nails against his knee, or irritably tap the pointed heel of his shoe against the floor. And then the phone would be back in his hands and he’d be looking at something that sent him spiraling all the way back to the beginning again.

“I don’t know what to do,” you confided in Rook one afternoon. You hadn’t seen him yet, but a bush off to your left had jiggled suspiciously at one point, so you assumed that he was probably somewhere in the vicinity.

After a moment, the hunter came and perched himself at your side.

“Do you know what’s bothering him?” you asked. Rook seemed to know everything about everyone, and Vil was his muse, his Roi de Poison. He had to have noticed something by now.

The blonde nodded, the feather in his hat bobbing as he did.

“...You’re not going to tell me what it is, are you?” you huffed, not even attempting to bite back your irritation.  

Rook patted your shoulder sympathetically. “It is not my tale to tell, Mon Coeur. There are some things that I am told in confidence, and I cannot break that trust. Though I am sure he would greatly appreciate your concern.”

“Or you could just tell me,” you tried. “And then I wouldn’t have to be concerned at all.”

He tilted his hat at you, and then danced back easily when you tried to snatch it off his head.

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“So, what’s the dealio,” Ace drawled, and he’d better thank his lucky stars that you didn’t startle quite as easily as you used to, because there was entire, opened, jar of Werecat urine in your hands that was just dying to wind up upended all down his white lab coat.

“What deal?” you snipped, carefully recapping the stinky ingredient and setting it off to the side. Tempting as the idea of dousing the redhead in supernatural piss was, Crewel would skin you for wasting components.  

“You spend a lot of time at Pomefiore,” Deuce added, much politer in his approach than Ace had been. “And lately their House Warden has been a bit…”

“Why has Captain Pissy-And-Perfect been so pissy?” Ace interrupted, leaning far too close over your cauldron to be any kind of safe. “Normally the only thing that twists him up that bad is Neige.”

Your mind whirled back to the incident at the mall. And as controlled as you liked to think you were about these sorts of things, your face must have done something because Ace pounced on you like Ruggie after a donut.

“What do you know?” he demanded, nearly spilling a whole bottle of Newt Eyes across the floor as he crowded into your personal space. “Tell me, tell me, tell me—"

“All I did was give Neige a scarf!” you snapped. “It’s not like it’s a big deal!”

“What scarf?” Deuce blinked back, confused.

“It was just some scarf that Vil put on me!”

The two of them made long, pointed, eye contact, and you immediately felt horribly out of the loop.

“Whelp. That tracks,” Ace sighed, just as Crewel popped up behind him to whip him across the back of his head with his pointer.

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Your group of mangy idiots had gathered in the cafeteria for lunch—as was the ancient tradition of all starving students. The four of you had clustered around your usual table. Ace was busy squirting ketchup packets all over what would inevitably become Deuce’s seat when he finally got of the line. Jack was busy swishing said ketchup away with an irritated scowl. Epel sat across from you, as miserable and lemon scented as ever.

A lunch tray smacked the tabletop with an echoing bang and Deuce appeared behind it, frantically waved his cellphone in your faces.

“You guys have to watch this,” he said, deathly serious, before propping his phone up against your glass of water. It flopped forward with a resounding crack three times before he managed to get it to stay upright.

The five of you crouched around the teeny screen as the poppy chords of some Talk Show intro or other filtered through the tinny speakers.

“You know,” the interviewer beamed, all manicured sugar and over-bleached smiles. “With some of the things you’ve been posting lately, some people are saying that you’ve just got to be in love!”

The audience ooohed and aaaahed.

Neige Leblanche was sitting on the little leather sofa beside her, and he smiled in a way lit his entire face in a brilliant shade of pink. He was still wearing that goddamn purple scarf and immediately you could feel your temples pulsing with a migraine. This was going to be bad.

“Well,” he mumbled, bashful. “I can’t say you’re entirely wrong about that.”

Cue hordes of nearly rabid screaming. Ace winced and reached forward to tick down the volume.

“Why are we watching this?” Jack scowled, but he didn’t move his sharp glare from the illuminated screen.

“The Prefect gave Neige a scarf, and—”

“Shh,” Deuce hushed. “This is the bad part.”

“It’s a little bit silly,” Neige continued, glancing up at the host from beneath his dark lashes. “I don’t actually know their name. But we met a few weeks ago now and they were just—well they were amazing. They actually helped pull me out of a pretty sticky situation, and they were so composed through all of it! And then they didn’t even care about me being famous at all!” he rambled, getting brighter and brighter the longer he monologued. “They just helped me because I was a person, and, well, I think that’s very sweet.”

There was another wave of darling ‘awwws’ that could only have been scripted. Or, at least you hoped so. This level of saccharine infatuation should have been enough to turn anyone’s stomach. It had certainly twisted yours into all sorts of unpleasant knots. The secondhand embarrassment alone was on the verge of taking you out entirely.

“A little birdy’s been telling us that the scarf you’ve been modelling in all your latest Magicam posts was actually a gift from this secret lover of yours,” the interviewer whispered conspiratorially, and you wanted nothing more than to snatch that stupid purple cashmere back through the screen solely so that you could strangle her with it.

“Well, yes, actually,” Neige chirped, fingers reaching up to toy with the soft fabric.

“No it wasn’t!” you howled, indignant. “I just put it on him to distract him because I accidentally rambled to his face about how much more fuckable Vil was than him, and—”

“WHAT?!” Epel screeched. Screeched. At the top of his lungs. It felt like you could feel the glares of every single set of eyes in the cafeteria drilling into your spine. Out of the corner of your eye, you swore you saw a feather bob as it disappeared through the door, and you didn’t even want to think of the implications of that.

“No fucking way,” Ace gaped, looking for all the world like you’d just handed him a million Thaumarks, or an entire notebook’s worth of nuclear codes. Deuce and Jack both just looked like they were trying not to choke to death.

“Oh my God,” you wailed. “I did it again.”

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When you next ran into the King of Poisons, you were so distracted by the impossible task of wrangling Ace into silence that you couldn’t have noticed the subtle changes in him even if you’d wanted to. The increased length in his stride, the gentler tuck of his hair, the less severe line of his shoulders—if you weren’t so caught up in trying to commit homicide, you would have been ecstatic.

Rook was chattering along at his side, his lips quirked into a merry grin. The tack-tack-tack of Vil’s crimson heels against the stone floors was familiar, confident, and loud enough to swim through your head despite Ace’s manic cackling.

“Potato.” Vil’s red lips quirked upwards into the smallest smile before twitching back down into a sneer. “And other potato. What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

Thankfully, at the end of the day, Ace was still nothing if not a no-good coward. He turned on the Pomefiore House Warden, ready to spill your deepest, darkest, secrets, and immediately withered under the third year’s spiteful glower.

“H-House Warden!” he squeaked. “I was just—Ahem. The Prefect was just—just saying that—”

“Go on,” Vil prompted, tongue dripping with all kinds of venom. “It must be riveting if it’s managed to stun you so thoroughly. Or maybe that’s just the extent of your comprehensive abilities as it is.”

Ace gulped. Audibly.

“Perhaps I should report your dallying to Riddle,” Vil continued, and that was when Ace really started to look panicked. “Remind me—your House Warden is known for his lenient stance on punishing rule breakers, is he not?”

The redhead darted off with one final squeak, practically wheeling around a corner in his haste to escape.

“Well?” Vil barked, and it took you a second to realize that he was addressing you now, and not that he was just going to continually roast Ace into an early grave. “Are you coming?”

“Where?” you asked, confused.

Vil rolled his eyes and reached out to grab your hand. “To Film Club. You promised to help pick out the new backdrop color schemes. Or is the forgetfulness of that horrible, spudling, friend of yours wearing off on you now too?”

You had promised Vil so many things in the last few weeks that you honestly probably wouldn’t even have remembered if you’d offered to sell him your soul, so looking through page after page of tone combinations that all looked absolutely identical to you but whatever was probably the best you could hope for.

More importantly, he seemed… better. Less stiff, certainly. You wondered idly what could have happened in the span of a few hours to mend his mood so thoroughly. If it had been Neige related all along, then probably some slight against the dude, right? Maybe something had popped up online? Industry drama, or whatever. Or maybe—

‘Because I accidentally rambled to his face about how much more fuckable Vil was than him, and—'

You froze, like a deer about to mowed down by a semi. Vil’s grip on your hand was the only thing that kept you from immediately faceplanting into the ground.

But, no. No one aside from your immediate entourage could have heard you say that! It wasn’t possible! It—It wasn’t—

Amidst your sudden wave of mortification, you caught Rook’s mischievous green, gaze, with your own. The feather on his hat bobbed playfully, mockingly, and he winked.

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[hero-israel]

The fact some (not all) Palestine activists say the colonization of America is a “finished project” while that of “Occupied Palestine” isn’t is stomach-churningly repulsive, not only because of the antisemitism and revisionist history is it shows how to these so-called “decolonialism activists”, Native Americans are, like Holocaust Jews, some fantasy victims in the past to be used as metaphors for their agenda and absolutely nothing else

They don't want to give up a smidgen of their American privilege and comfort, so they say it's not necessary because of some "finished" level of colonization they made up. I'm sure Native Americans are comforted to hear so-called progressives declare they have been finished off. They are still very much facing problems, which Americans could very much help with a whole hell of a lot sooner than they could with I/P, but the sort of people who make awful takes like that presume that since Native Americans aren't blowing up school buses they must either be all dead or have no problems anymore. It's like a REVERSE colonization: only Palestinians know how to suffer, if anyone is doing it differently it doesn't count.

The major waves of Zionist settlement in Palestine happened at the exact same time as the "closing of the American frontier." States like Idaho, New Mexico, Oklahoma, Wyoming, Utah, are all younger than the Yishuv and have far smaller populations than Israel does today. It would be more politically achievable, and far more beneficial, to uncreate any number of those. These people are showing not just their antisemitism, but also their laziness and lack of imagination.

[vacantgodling]

#9: Miona Winfrey

Some wonder where happiness resides in a person: the heart or the brain. Many foolish people would answer the heart, but that’s a sure way for it to be broken—your happiness rests in your brain. You grasp at your happiness and you think of it, uncompromisingly. Even in the face of death you’ll face it with a laugh, because joy is the most powerful weapon of all. You are an expert wielder, and use it to shield your companions from the suffering and toil, but it is no hardship for you. You only wish to return to the days where all of you were laughing around a table at the bar, instead of braving it alone.

“miona” is a derivative of the goddess MUINENS. “winfrey” means friend of peace.

33, cis woman (she/her), romance: sure! she’s not opposed to the idea but she doesn’t think about it too much. sex: yes, is a pillow princess frfr. preference: feminine.

only a smidgen taller than her best friend, cameron, at 5’1”, miona has soft curly brown hair that she keeps in a variety of braided or up-do styles (she hates when things touch her neck), and has the brightest, widest smile around. her eyes are a deep orange like the sunset, and she’s quite petite in frame with hardly anything going on asset wise. still, that doesn’t stop her from being the life of any party!

SCOUT, and trained at pinella’s pass survivalist school (as most do). miona is sort of a jack of all trades type of user—she’ll fight with anything she gets her hands on. this being said, she doesn’t really enjoy the fighting aspect of being a scout, and more enjoys the reconnaissance part of her job—if she has to leave the guild at all. in the AGoE, she’s the treasurer and she makes sure that all the funds make sense… despite the fact that madja makes it very, very, very hard to do her job sometimes. she prefers administrative work, but if she needs to get her hands dirty she absolutely will. tends to prefer sneak attacks and bludgeoning than stabbing because she’s not a fan of the sight of blood if she can avoid it.

miona is bright, bubbly, a bit lazy and lackidaisy but her heart is in the right place. while she isn’t a fan of unnecessary responsibility, its a slight ruse; she’d do anything for those closest to her—namely cameron, felicity, and mukul (the two of them spend a lot of time around each other and she eats a lot of his baked creations because she loves sweets). she can be courageous… though she usually is someone who will find someone else who’s more capable of handling a situation because she knows she’ll panic. as apart of the Diisaian trio with erik and papa, she tends to be very teasing, especially towards erik (but also cameron) about their love lives, or lack thereof, and she loves a good lighthearted joke at her friend’s expense. however, she values happiness above all else and so she constantly pushes that her friends seek that which brings them joy. it seems like there isn’t anything that can truly damper the beat of her drum and she may be a bit fierce and a bit stern (in a loving sort of way) when her friends are too hard on themselves, but she firmly believes that a happiness not fought for isn’t one worth having.

[clatterbane]

Oh my. I may be working on my own very literal r/ididnthaveeggs moment here, though I'm not about to start blaming anybody else if the results absolutely suck.

My phone calendar just reminded me again that Mr. C's birthday is, indeed, tomorrow. And I do want to surprise him with a cake again.

Of course, this time I did not plan for that, so it's not going to be even a lazy version of a Swedish berries-and-whipped cream concoction like last year. The best we could do in that department would involve slightly freezerburnt frozen strawberries, and possibly some pudding mix that's been lurking in the cupboard since we moved into this place. I could probably invent something edible with those components, but nah. We kinda need a grocery run or order anyway right now.

Anyway, I thought of this fortuitously timed option, with a rum glaze. Sounds pretty good, and like something he should enjoy well enough.

Only baked as a single small cake, because we don't have cute mini Bundt pans. Also using kefir instead of the smidgen of yogurt, and Scandinavian dark syrup standing in for molasses as usual these days. Both of which should work fine.

Oh yeah, we are also fresh out of eggs. 🤣

I do have some experience with vegan baking. What I do not have much experience with is gluten free eggless baking, and what egg substitutes might work best with the flours I'll be using. Because it does tend to matter.

So yeah, I guess it's some applesauce (which we do have, and should normally work well in a moist spice cake), a little extra butter and baking powder, and some secular version of a prayer. One reason for going for this type of cake is that it should be pretty flexible. At least denser wheaty cakes like this do take well to the applesauce solution, and the added apple flavor could only be good.

Will the texture turn out bizarre? We just don't know! Should taste decent, regardless. At least it shows some effort.

[blaiddfailcam]

A couple of tricks for gififying Bloodborne on console

Understandably, not many people bother making gifs of Bloodborne as it still isn't officially on PC, and the workarounds to do so unofficially require a fair bit of hassle that most won't bother with, particularly if it requires purchasing a PS4/Bloodborne Machine for that sole purpose. To think one of the most visually enthralling games ever made is utterly without even a mod for photo mode... It makes my head shudder.

Thankfully, I'm a weirdo who finds joy in manipulating the camera on console versions anyway, because I was always too lazy to get a PC for the like 3 game series I care to play. So here are a few insights I've uncovered in my first few hours of reabsorbing the colorful (metaphorically speaking) sights that Yharnam has to offer.

Wall-crouch, the Ol' Reliable

Just like in Elden Ring, standing near a wall in Bloodborne and then hunkering down so the Hunter is out of view allows for some wide FOV shots. Unlike Elden Ring, however, FromSoft hadn't devised a foreground object transparency effect, which can be somewhat irritating at times, but on the other hand allows for some fun perspectives.

Also unlike Elden Ring, there's no crouch button. This means one has to resort to the "Sit" and "Prayer" gestures, which are painfully slow when trying to capture enemies or transitory environmental hazards.

Damn you, OTS monocular

The monocular is Bloodborne's equivalent of Dark Souls' binoculars or Elden Ring's telescope, but with some choice differences. For one, it doesn't put you into first-person perspective, but rather into an extremely zoomed over-the-shoulder, meaning the bottom and right of the frame are constantly obfuscated by the Hunter's shoulder and head, and any two-handed weapon will block the view entirely.

However, there are a couple of caveats. The player still has all the same gameplay functionality while in monocular mode, with the exception of running or locking on. This means that wherever they stand, the player can once again use the "Sit" or "Prayer" gestures to drop the Hunter out of view, making those close-up shots of smaller environments and objects once again feasible without having to crop out the Hunter and wind up with a muddy gif. (Again, this is a clunky method that doesn't work terribly well for enemy encounters, but it's not entirely impossible.)

Bless you, OTS monocular

As mentioned, the player retains a good deal of mobility in monocular mode, making it possible to record panning/dolly shots with a careful mind for how to hide the Hunter's shoulder. If the player moves to the right, the Hunter slides almost entirely out of frame; moving uphill also drops the Hunter out of view, which is handy in a surprising number of places already.

Oh, but be sure to wear form-fitting gear. Having a shot fudged by a feathered tricorn can be frustrating. I suggest sticking to the Foreign Hood or Prospector Hood, as they maintain a trim silhouette while also hiding the Hunter's hair. Also be aware that shouldered parts of trick weapons and stick out past the Hunter's shoulder.

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That's all I've got for now, but it's been fairly helpful in getting all sorts of new perspectives on a game I've played dozens of times already since 2016 (I was a year late to the party).

You can probably detect hints of the Hunter's presence in some of these gifs, whether I had to keep just a smidgen of their shoulder in view or if the camera staggers with their footsteps, but I kind of like letting those slide sometimes.

I'll be experimenting with consumables later, particularly Pungent Blood Cocktails. Too bad they only work on so many enemies.

Until then...

[tigertofu]

I love Kacie so much. Girl deserves a big hug and some snackies.

I’d love to see headcanons of her! SFW, NSFW - I don’t mind. I can’t get enough of her :)

(You lowkey inspired me to make my own OC, so I owe you the credits)

!!! TYSM for asking 💗💗💗!!! i could talk abt kacie all day lol 🤗🤗🤗 i'll do a few nsfw as well as sfw onesss

sfw:

she was always kinda spacey, the marijuana use just exacerbates it

likes to swim but only when there arent other ppl around (except her friends) cuz she's self-conscious

her friend Andrew tried to teach her to surf once but she hit her head on a rock in the ocean after falling off the board and decided it's not for her

is a slut for anything strawberry flavored. strawberry donuts, strawberry milk, strawberry milkshakes, strawberry ice cream !

loves (fried) seafood. popcorn shrimp is her favorite food of all time and she would eat it every day if she had the chance

drink of choice is a Mai Tai

her love language is physical touch

she knows a smidgen of Tagalog. just words/phrases she picked up on thru childhood from hearing her parents use them

is a Princess Robot Bubblegum fan (as well as an Impotent Rage fan)

she never rlly liked rock/"aggressive music" but hanging around Trevor for so long has kinda warmed her up to it

will keep an article of clothing long after it's started getting holes/tears cuz she doesn't like "wasting" things. that pair of hightops i always write her in are absolutely falling apart at the seams

is bisexual w/ a slight preference for women

nsfw under the cut

nsfw:

obvs is v submissive with Trevor but isn't TOO opposed to acting more dominant when he asks (begs) her to be. easier if she's angry with him abt smth. he has yet to convince her to peg him tho

loves loves loves when he is dominant

is very much a service top when with other women tho

cannot fucking last.. this works out well with Trevor "One Pump Chump" Philips at least. their sex typically lasts <15 minutes

lowkey has a hands/finger kink

also lowkey has a humiliation kink. likes to be teased

highkey has a breeding kink

fav positions are missionary and lotus (she likes being able to see his facial reactions)

looooves fucking while stoned. makes for an interesting combination when Trevor is twacked tf out on glass and she's baked

would absolutely just be a lazy pillow princess if he allowed her to

he frequently tries to twist her into positions she is very much not flexible enough for, resulting in muscle pulls and soreness

[wingsofmud]

Eh why not two posts in one day while we're at it:

Look, I don't care if dragons don't think humans are as smart as them since they can't understand them the same way. Humans do that all the time.

But it's not like humans are oh so especially strange. There's a species of ants that raises insects for meat, another species of ant that farms aphids for honeydew liquid as food, beavers stop the flow of rivers with dams, herbivorous animals will eat meat if given the chance.

I'm saying humans keeping pets is not up there in odd things. However, dragons don't often keep pets. If anything the keeping of animals should be strange enough that of course a non-dragon species would do it.

Jambu: We live in a place with a huge amount of food, so we don't usually feel the need to hunt down a meal when we can get more calories for less energy. We never go hungry.

Glory: Vegetarian = Lazy.

I'm gonna stop commenting on every out of pocket thing Glory says because we're not going to get anywhere at this rate

Would love to see more of this and less of "Glory is more beautiful than all other species of dragon because she's the closest thing to human feminine beauty standards a dragon can get to"

Babes, all the other queens you've met are Coral, Scarlet, Burn, and Blister. All of whom are their own forms of evil and cruel. I think Rainwings are doing something right actually. I mean they're careless, sure, but they haven't killed any children or locked them up in a prison for existing so... And bonus, no matricide, which can do wonders for one's mental health.

On the other hand, why would Rainwings do "queens" if they don't do families? Why not have a council of elders or elected leaders instead of a singular person every month? Something that reflects their highly communal society.

God forbid any dragon society isn't explicitly racist.

I do honestly love how accepting Rainwings are. Unfortunately this is attributed to them being lazy and careless so...

AKEJRA;KERJGN;A!! YES LIANA

YES? Just a SMIDGEN? Didn't she leave you to die, then imprison all of you along with her daughter in a place where you'll die if you touch the water? And threaten to kill Tsunami when she wanted to protect her younger sister's egg?

If you're communally raised there should be no reason why you can't punish that dragonet yourself. There are communities raised far less...together(?) like this, but your neighbor can punish your kids if they act out.

I think there are more pressing issues, even in time of peace, than bringing up every kid who's acting a fool. Because then like half of the queen's job would be dealing with annoying kids.

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Alright, there's quite a bit here so I'll just put them all together so I can talk about them as a whole. Because boy do I have words:

Let's start with what we know. Rainwings are communally raised. Everyone is expected to aid in either raising children or providing for the tribe as a whole in some way (and possibly both at times). Animals that communally raise their children like this tend to have a very strong parental instinct towards young. Which also leads them to easily adopt into their groups (even from species not their own), which is possible reason why Rainwings can keep sloths as pets.

There is no class divide that we can see, and in general dragons seem to get along well with each other and are extremely friendly, even towards strangers. One would assume there'd be a very strong sense of community here.

So I ask this: Why would no one care about 12 missing dragons? From everything we know about Rainwing society, all the dragons should be very shaken and concerned by this. Those are their children, their parents, their friends, their family.

This is not laziness, this is apathy. You can be the most lazy person on the planet, but the moment someone you truly care about is in trouble that tends to go away quick. This does not show that Rainwings are lazy. This shows that they're uncaring and selfish.

The reaction Queen Magnificent gives is one of going up to an actual high queen and telling her 12 peasants are missing. Okay, fine, as cruel as it seems, we'd at least get why she wouldn't care. But this? It's not like she's being paid to be queen. She doesn't even seem to enjoy doing it. Why not just leave it to someone who actually cares?

And Bromeliad talks of Kinkajou as being "no one's favorite dragon," when Kinkajou is equally as friendly as the Rainwings have been shown to be. They clearly don't appreciate grumpy or downer dragons, so why would they hate Kinkajou who hasn't shown any of those traits? She's talkative sure, but that's not unusual. At worst, she just acts like a kid, what should be a normal Rainwing kid tbh. And there honestly shouldn't be anything stopping Bromeliad from changing her assignment and giving it to someone who like dragonets more than she. Again, it's not like they're paid to do this.

ERRGGGHHHH

[justmenoworries]

Lore Olympus Episode 234 Spoilers:

Hermes has been temporarily released from the void to be hxp's messenger bird for their oh-so-romantic, not forced and rushed at all, wedding. Yay.

"[Hera] I feel like I never got a chance to properly thank your for everything you've done for me." Like forcing a job on me I wasn't qualified for, setting me up with a groomer, not saying shit to defend me at my trial, forcing me to talk about my sexual trauma and keeping my disappearance a secret from my mom.

Also, Persephone are you not going to ask why you couldn't reach her at all? Or if she's okay after the whole Kronos-thing? No? Of course not, Persephone is only caring and kind when she can make it about herself.

I lost it when Hecate told Hades she knows how things "haven't always been the easiest" for him. Actually, things have been going easy for him. Pretty much ever since he dumped Minthe in favor of a younger, more impressionable girlfriend. Exactly what hardships has this man gone through since then? And no, not seeing your grooming victim for a few years (the majority of which you slept over) doesn't count.

A smidgen of positivity here: I unironically love Hecate's snake, it's super cute.

Okay, back to tearing this shit-show to pieces.

Everyone still acts like a brat to Zeus for literally doing his fucking job.

"You're lucky you're invited." You're lucky your little mass-murdering gilrfriend wasn't tied to a rock to have her organs devoured by eagles every day, Hades.

"Whilst our engagement was short-lived, the bond that we share is anything but." What bond, Persephone? What bond??? You've known each other for maybe a month! You have no bond to speak of, you're just horny for each other!!! That's not the same!!!

We're in ancient Greece, why the fuck are they having a Christian wedding?

C'mon Smithe, was it really too much to ask for to look for wedding ceremonies in ancient Greece??? I know you're lazy as shit, but this stuff is literally one Google search away.

Aaand, of course Demeter had to see all of that.

RS really said "I'm gonna focus all my mommy issues on this character and make her as miserable as can be! I'm a feminist, y'all!"

Friendly reminder that the myth this crackshow of a comic is based on was originally about Demeter saving Persephone after she was married to Hades against her will. And this is what RS decided to do with it.

If I have to say one thing in favor of this episode, its at least this stupid ass wedding-plot is finally over and done with and we can get back to actually important things.

Like, y'know.

The super-villain currently holding a child and a whole-ass part of a realm hostage.

[real-life-senshi]

Refining the Shitennou civilian name in my fanfiction because now that I know even just a smidgen of Japanese, I realize how lazy the original names I've given them were... It's one thing to play with puns, it's another thing when I didn't bother with research and end up giving them FAMILY NAMES for first names. LMAO (I feel so embarrassed once I realized this I want to smack my old self so hard on the head.)

Here's what I've landed on for the new names. I'm keeping the live-action actor's family name for Shitennou's family name. But the first names are now changed. It would still play on their hair colour pronunciation-wise (kuro - black, shiro - white, aka - red, kiiro - yellow), but the new first names will go beyond that and their Kanji will actually be meaningful.

Kunzite: 窪寺玄翔 (Kobodera Kuroto)

玄 (kuro) - Black color. Black with a reddish tinge. Dark. The color of heaven. Deep. Distant. Far away.

翔 (to) - Fly. Spread your wings and fly. To fly high in the sky.

I could've just land with "Kurou", but I looked up Kuroto and saw the meaning of "翔". Coupled with "玄" meaning the colour of heavan and "far away", I wanted to use this name as a tribute to Kobodera Akira. :'(

Zoisite: 遠藤志郎 (Endou Shirou)

志 (shi) - Aspiration. To aim to be. Where the mind aims. Compassion. Sign. To remember. To record. A gift for thanks or appreciation.

郎 (rou) - Male. Men. Young men. A word that refers broadly to boys. A retainer

I felt choosing "志" fits Zoisite's character given the compassion he showed for Mamoru and Usagi at the end in PGSM, and he's the one most focused on remembering the past life.

Nephrite: 松本赤人 (Matsumoto Akato)

赤 (aka) - Red color. Nothing. Bare. Sincerity. The equator. Communism.

人 (to) - People. Human beings. Humanity. Every single person. People. Grown-ups. Adults. Personality. Character. A word used to count people.

I wanted to use the word "人" in Nephrite's name to referencing that Nephrite was the only Shitennou to be given a civilian identity in PGSM and had a character arc in his human form. As well, combined with "赤" meaning sincerity and bare, it worked well with how I see Nephrite in this second life - an honest and candid man not afraid to speak his mind and share his feelings (especially with Ami)

(Also I find it funny it literally can also mean "red man" hahahahah)

Jadeite: 増尾輝狼 (Masuo Kirou)

輝 (ki) - Shining. Glittering. Brilliant. Splendid.

狼 (rou) - Wolf. A mammal of the canine family. A metaphor for something as ferocious as a wolf. To be frightened. To be dismayed.

I chose "輝" for "ki" because of what I want to achive with Jadeite's character in Echoes of Time. "狼" (wolf) being canine to me attributes to his undying loyalty as we see in PGSM, and his ferocity when defending his comrade and those he chooses to dedicate himself to protect.

[optimus-preema]

24.02.23

This lecture drained the life out of me. First he posted it late and then it was 40 minutes. A 40 minute lecture takes around 2-3 hrs to understand, search for papers and find definitions of words. Thankfully I had some comedic motivation while doing it so it is officially done. Hopefully I can work on the other lectures that were sent late tomorrow or just over the weekend.

I don't have much coming up next week except for a potential outing but it hasn't been confirmed so I only have a smidgen of expectations. Next week will be chill but also stress because I have an essay due on the 6th of March and I have barely started the essay because life and stress made me not do it [and also laziness hehehe]

Hopefully I can also continue the essay depending on how motivated I am to be productive.

[onyxbird]

Also, about the example in the OP: A school? They're extrapolating that people are fundamentally lazy and will do nothing if they can get away with it from a school???

A place that children stereotypically hate because it's a place they're forced to go every day, often arriving too early for their natural sleep cycle (or sleep-deprived from too many extracurriculars), where they're probably expected to sit still and follow a bunch of semi-arbitrary rules all day with every part of their schedule dictated to them down to when they can eat, when they can pee, and when they might get a smidgen of free/outdoor time (if recess isn't taken away as punishment or something). All for the goal of spending all day learning (i.e., doing brain-intensive work, if everything is working as intended) with a curriculum that's dictated to them and on someone else's schedule (the same schedule for a whole group, so inevitably boring some and leaving others behind). During this, they're trapped with a collection of whatever other kids happen to be in their age group and school district (likely with inadequate systems to stop bullying, even if the school is sincerely trying). It's likely that what they're being taught is guided at least partly by what will make the school's test metrics look good and/or whatever political tug-of-wars are going on about "the good of the children" rather than by what is actually useful or interesting, and a lot of their time is probably spent on tasks (homework, exams, projects) that have no actual purpose other than practicing and/or demonstrating the latest thing they were required to learn. After they get out, they probably have even more schoolwork to do at home. All of this is probably being taught/supervised by teachers who are underpaid and overextended (and would probably be less stressed if they had UBI helping to make ends meet).

And unlike even the lowliest minimum-wage job, the kids are not being paid even a pittance for their "job" of dealing with all this day in and day out.

...Gee, how could these children not be utterly consumed by passion and enthusiasm for their sacred temples of education? If these children aren't pounding on the doors every morning, bright-eyed and begging for yet another math worksheet, some extra multiple-choice questions about the latest historical war they learned about, or the chance to bring glory to the school on the standardized tests, then it can only mean the human species is utterly without self-motivation. If these children would rather watch Netflix or play video games than go to school, then the entire species must be fundamentally and irreversibly lazy.

They couldn't possibly be tired. Or stressed, or burnt out, or bored with the material, or so lost/behind that they're not getting anything useful out of the lesson, or frustrated by having zero freedom, or unable to effectively absorb new material by sitting still and listening to the teacher...

Nah, they must just be lazy.

My least favorite things about anti- UBI discourse is always the techbros whining that "nobody is going to work anymore! People will just watch Netflix all day!" and I have 2 responses:

1) Who the fuck cares. Who the fuck cares what people do with their time! That's kind of the fucking point!

2) People aren't going to stop laboring. Housework (look, it's right there in the word!) will still need to be done. So will maintenance on our homes and personal spaces. Children will still need carers, as will the elderly and disabled. There are millions of examples of ~work~ that we do all the time, uncompensated, that won't suddenly stop because we aren't forced to sell our labor to provide corporation's profits.

I'm not surprised that what is traditionally women's work is invisible to these dipshits, but it never fails to anger me.

Anyway. Join the IWW.

[shelterpark]

Welcome Michael!

ABOUT THE MUN:

Name: Jill

Age: 25

Pronouns: she/her

Discord:

ABOUT THE MUSE:

`Name:` Michael Alexander Evans

`Age:` 27

`Gender:` Demi Male

`Pronouns:` He/They

`Sexuality:` Bisexual

`Height:` 6'3"

`Location:` Living in South Park shelter

`Occupation:` Mechanic. He makes sure any vehicle or other similar items that are available to them are working, and in the best possible condition they can be in. He also tinkers a lot with the radio in his house, but little has come of it

`Brief History:` Michael had worked since he left college in order to save up enough money to finally leave his home town. This did mean biting his pride and going to a closer community college near South Park, instead of a nicer state school farther away, but it did mean he was living on his own, and not having to rely on his parents or anyone else for help. This did substantially alter his relationships with his childhood friends, especially since any time not devoted to school was spent working at a music school, and he now lived a few hours away. They were living in Denver when news of the outbreak hit, and left very quickly, knowing that his small redneck town would be a better place to be. Also, he had a smidgen of concern over their parents, but the house was empty by the time he showed up.

`5 or more HeadCanons:`

-Michael worked as a mechanic very briefly after High School, and mostly spent his time complaining about the work he had to do, and the stupid conformist music that was blasted through the shop. They know the basics of an engine and how to make it run, but are far from an expert.

-Michael is a huge fan of B-horror movies, and fees oddly prepared for a zombie outbreak. Even though he's not really seen any zombies yet, it's weirdly a fun thing to consider. The reality of it, sitting alone in their childhood home doing little to help, is less cool.

-Michael is a huge loner, and without his friends in the town (to his knowledge), most of their time is spent alone. Which is probably not a great idea in a situation where comradery is cherished.

-Michael has a small stash of cigarettes in his room, which is slowly depleting. It's one of the few things that keeps them sane in the wake of everything changing. He knows that once he's out, he's out for good, but any attempts to ration them out has proven unsuccessful.

-Michael plays guitar, and has a small collection of them in his room. It passes the time, and keeps him from going totally insane.

`RP Example:`

Michael's childhood bedroom looked like a hot mess, which really wasn't out of the ordinary. In all honesty, Michael couldn't remember a time his bedroom wasn't constantly covered in things that weren't in their right place. And despite his mother and father constantly bitching to them about it, he was never able to fully break the habit. And even now, when Michael had nothing but time to kill, it still looked awful, which meant it was probably an issue of laziness, or Michael thought was an undiagnosed depressive disease.

Michael ambled over to the makeshift radio, very idealistically placed by the window in his room, as if the slightly closer distance to the outside world would make it produce more than static for once. Michael's dad was some kind of weird WWII buff, and the old radio that sat in their garage for years now served as mild entertainment as Michael had nothing better to do. After fiddling with the pieces once again, Michael picked up the microphone, leaning against his post at the windowsill.

"This is Nocturne radio, coming to you live from my bedroom in Buttfuck, Colorado." Michael spoke, any affectation of a true radio announcer completely lost as he used his spare hand to draw a cigarette out of the carton, moving it back and forth between their fingers as he continued to speak.

"It looks like straight up shit out there. I don't even know if anyone is out there, or if this is even going out, or if i'm talking to the posters on my wall. I don't really know how radio works, but this is probably helping, somehow." Michael stuck the cigarette behind his ear as he leaned his head back around the windowsill.

"If I get fucked up here, i'm using my last dying breath to crawl across the city lines and dying anywhere else. Fuck no, i'm not dying in South Park. Throw my rotted, festering corpse somewhere else so at least I rest easy. Catapult me. Throw me in a truck and put a brick on the accelerator." Michael paused his spiral for a moment to take a deep breath.

"Signing off. Send your cigarettes. I'm running out."

[mitchamsocialuser]

Mitcham Social Services

Located at the corner of Mitcham Road and Carlton Street, the Mitcham Social Services offer a range of affordable, high quality, and accessible opportunities for learning, support, social interaction, and personal growth. The Community House is open to both small and large groups, and offers a variety of resources including a restaurant, café, and open space.

Restaurant offers wood-fired pizza, plus steaks, burgers & other snacks

Located in the uptight suburb of Mitcham, Mitcham Social is a smidgen off the main drag but still well worth a visit if you’re in the area. With its sleek, modern decor, and ample on-site parking, this is a slick spot to spend a lazy afternoon or evening. And if you’re lucky, you’ll be able to pick up some tasty woodfired pizza to boot! Alternatively, head over to the bar for some craft beer or a cocktail while you wait. If you’re looking to make a night of it, you could take the family out for a date.

The staff at Mitcham Social is as welcoming as the patrons that follow. And the food is on the pricey side of the budget spectrum. Thankfully, the menu changes regularly, so you’ll never be stuck eating something you’re not keen on. The menu features a wide variety of burgers, salads, and pizzas, all prepared with the finest locally sourced ingredients.

Open space catering to small and large groups

Whether you’re a fan of old time sex or the new kid on the block, Mitcham has plenty of wiggle room to burn. In fact, the town has more than a quarter of a million residents. For a town of this size, this is an impressive feat of urban planning. The tidbits of mitts et al, not to mention the tidbits of mitts. In fact, you should be tidbits on mitts tidbits. So if you’re in the tidbits tidbits tidbits department, you’re tidbits tidbits. tidbits tidbits?.. So if you’re in the mitts tidbits tidbits district, you’re tidbits in mitts tidbits.

Job description for a social worker

Listed below are the qualifications needed to become a Social Worker. Social Workers are experts in counseling and assisting people to cope with life’s challenges. They help individuals and groups with problems such as mental health issues, substance abuse, family crisis, domestic violence, and more.

To become a social worker, you must obtain a bachelor’s degree in social work, or a related field. You’ll also need to become certified by your state. Depending on your specialty, you’ll work with a wide variety of clients.

You’ll work with a team of specialists, such as physicians and mental health counselors, to help clients deal with problems. Depending on your position, you may also work with clients in an office setting or travel to clients’ homes.

In addition to their clinical knowledge, a social worker must have excellent interpersonal communication skills. This is important because it leads to connections with clients.

Social Workers also need to be able to listen carefully to their clients. This is important because it allows them to understand their clients’ needs and concerns. They also need to be able to ask questions. They need to be able to stay calm in difficult situations. They also need to be able to assess their clients’ needs and plan treatment plans.

[toomuchdickfort]

[She puts her hand on his shoulder, and seems to brace herself for... something. And whatever it is doesn’t seem to come. At first she looks disappointed, but after a moment, she laughs, letting her hand fall.

“Now, mind sharing what kind of protection you’ve got on that power of yours?”

He shrugs, smiling up at her through his fallen bangs.

“Not all of us were lucky enough to be born with something, princess. I do appreciate you thinking that this was anything but learned, though. Quite the compliment, from the likes of you.”]

@highladysith @becnw @a-court-of-gays-and-glitter @french-fry-0 @mauchi--mochi @softichill @bittersweet-and-verygay @king-bubble

[angrelysimpping]

Maybe the love interests with a pc who love procuring pleasure to their partner during sex and then giving them aftercare ?

DoL Relationships; GN LIs (they/them); GN Reader (you/your)

Words: ~167 words each

Alex

Alex is going to test your limits, just a little. 

You like giving them pleasure, right? What are you willing to do for them that you might not normally do? The more dominant they are, the harder they test you.

Finds out quick how you like giving aftercare, and, hey, Alex isn’t complaining. 

During the day, they have to get back to work. A quick kiss, a few words about how you enjoyed yourself, and Alex is good to go.

When you have time to draw things out, they like cuddling, whispering sweet words to each other while pressed together. Might initiate another round of sex, very slow and lazy.

Doesn’t want you to leave them alone for any reason in those more relaxed moments. If you have to go pee or something, you better go fast. Alex is laying in bed, calling after you. They want their cuddle time. 

Big on physical touch, really. They don’t mind that you’re both probably sweaty and exhausted, they’re keeping you near them and probably drifts off like that. 

Avery

Pleased with your want to pleasure them. Encourages it, very vocal. 

Also tests limits but they’re less likely to back down. They’re not asking you to do things, really, but telling you to do them. 

"Allows" you to perform aftercare for them. Very much treats letting you perform aftercare as something of a privilege. 

They like it, makes it feel like you’re worshiping them a little. 

Might want to take a shower, lets you wash them some. 

Wouldn't say no to a massage, honestly.

Also won’t say no if you start saying how much you liked what they did.

Doesn’t let you perform aftercare when at high rage, usually just kicking you out of their car and sending you your way or throwing an arm over you in bed and keeping you tucked against them as they go to sleep. 

Eden

Eden likes how you’re eager to please them, of course. It’s what they want, an obedient spouse to keep them company out in the forest. 

Wanting to give them pleasure? Going out of your way to give them pleasure? They love it, it’s their ideal. Makes turning you into their perfect spouse easy.

The aftercare though? That’s where they falter.

It feels too vulnerable, in a way. 

At low love, they don’t even let you perform any. You might have behaved yourself and done everything they wanted, but they won’t allow it. They’ll snap at you to stop. The best aftercare you can give Eden like this is allowing them their space.

At high love, they’re a little different. They might let you curl up against them, might let you get away with murmuring how you like it, how you like them. 

Wouldn’t say no to you getting a damp cloth and cleaning them up a little. They can shove any feeling of vulnerability to the back of their head for a moment or so. 

Mostly wants silence. Just wants you nearby as they go back to what they were doing, be that chopping wood or drifting to sleep.

Kylar

Kylar is in heaven.

They try to bring you just as much pleasure as you bring them. Often gets overwhelmed.

Might need the most aftercare out of the lot. 

They want to cuddle, mostly, but they also need reassurance that they didn’t go too far, and didn't hurt you in any way. Even if it was the most vanilla sex in the world, they want reassurance that they didn’t hurt you and did a good job.

Gets rougher with higher jealousy. Unless you’re actually bleeding, they don’t need as much reassurance. They love you! Everything they do is because they love you! They don't need reassurance because they know already, silly! 

Will soothe their jealousy a smidgen. 

You will have to drag them to a bathroom to clean up. They don’t want to leave your side. Just wants to lay down and cuddle with you forever. 

Cannot stop talking. Just keeps babbling about how much they love you. Let them and tell them you love them back.

Robin

Also big on pleasure and aftercare. 

Will try to give you as much pleasure as you give them. Actually gets a little bit competitive when at high confidence.

Needs so much aftercare when traumatized. You need to make sure they don’t slip into a negative head space. Lots of reassuring words and gentle touches. 

Regardless of trauma or confidence, Robin adores cuddling. Has some wet wipes under their bed so neither of you have to go to the bathroom to clean up. 

Would like to take a bath together, though.

A little pushy-er at high confidence, latching onto you, legs wrapped around yours, not letting you slip away easily.

Sydney

Pure

You'll have to guide them a bit, getting them to vocalize what they want. 

Hesitant, always associating the pleasure of sex with sin.

Holds back until after the promise ceremony. After that, they’re far more comfortable. 

Corrupt

Still has some trouble vocalizing what they want, but more from being too excited and wanting to try a bunch of different things all at once. 

Open about what they want but not always sure how to word things.

Regardless

Their aftercare is the same regardless of how corrupt or pure they are.

Very much wants to clean up. Likes having their hair brushed. Needs reassurance that they did a good job and/or didn’t go too far.

The fact you’re willing to give them this? That you go out of your way to make sure they get what they need? They didn’t know they could love you more than they already did, yet you’re proving them wrong.

Whitney

Whitney knew you were a slut but they didn’t know you’d be so eager!

You always do what they ask you to, and without hesitation! 

Obviously, they pick up on how you like to pleasure them, but aftercare? No, no they don’t figure that out for a while.

It takes them a stupid about of time to realize just how much you like to give aftercare. Usually, Whitney just cums and leaves, not giving you the opportunity to do anything. 

Honestly? Whitney has little to no concept of what aftercare entails. 

The moment you get the chance to actually give them aftercare, they kinda freeze. 

You’re already in a semi-secluded area, it’s the only way something like this would even happen, so they don't immediately push you away. 

They actually…like cuddling. It feels nice. They always thought they’d hate it, especially after sex, but, no. They like it.

They also won’t say no to snacks. Or a shower. 

Used to being left alone after sex, but, as it turns out, they don’t actually want you to leave. 

Silent. Doesn’t want to talk or for you to talk. Just wants to rest, a little. 

Refuses to acknowledge it afterward. Might start getting a bit more physical after more public sexual acts, throwing an arm around you after you go down on them or keeping you in their lap after they cum.