#and therefore my plans are unimportant

[kuethemoon]

ooooooo i need to blow myself the fuck up

[grayskies2525]

Inevitable (male sneezing, contagion)

Just wanted to write something super self-indulgent with minimal plot.

CW: This fic includes detailed contagion! It’s gross and I spare no details — we’re talking snot strings and things of that nature. If you’re not into that, absolutely do NOT begin reading this or you’ll have a very unpleasant time. If you do, however, like contagion and messy sneezes, I hope you enjoy this 😊

Part one is just set up, but I plan to continue it with Evan spreading his germs everywhere (unintentionally).

Here are the links to all parts:

Part two Part Three Part Four

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Part One

It’s a sneeze — a single sneeze. A simple bodily function. There’s nothing intrinsically bad about a sneeze.

These words run through Evan’s mind as he picks at his cuticle while his eyes dart to the man across from him. The elevator’s been stuck for several minutes already and there’s an unease settling in Evan’s stomach as he looks at this man. They’d walked on together, smiling awkwardly the way two strangers tend to do. Then the man had immediately snapped forward in an uncovered sneeze. 

It’s probably allergies.

This is a rational thought to have, Evan thought. It is March. There’s definitely pollen in March. But then the elevator got stuck and the man started letting out chest rattling coughs. 

So he’s definitely sick. But maybe he’s not contagious? It could just be a lingering illness — one of those that hang on for weeks but are no longer as easily transmissible to other people. 

“I’m sor — heh — sorry — HHHH! I woke up with an awful c—hh heh! — cuuhhhh hh —  cold. HH hh hhhhh HH! I’ve been sneezing all  — heeh hehhhh — day,” the man says in a trembling voice before reaching up to rub his reddened, swollen nose. It makes a horribly audible squelching sound.

Evan reaches for strength somewhere deep within to will himself not to wince as he stares at the man. Evan has seen him around the college before, and is pretty sure he’s an instructor, though he doesn’t know the subject he teaches. He has dark skin, looks to be in his early-mid thirties and most notably — he’s tall; Evan would estimate him to be somewhere around 6’5. He has a nice build — muscles visible through his tight long sleeved shirt. His silver eyebrow piercing glints under the elevator’s dim lights. On any other day, Evan would find him to be attractive — exceptionally so. It’s clear, however, that Evan is not seeing this man at his best. 

“Oh, uh, it’s okay,” Evan says, sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. He would rather this guy didn’t talk — that he didn’t do anything that could result in more droplets entering the air they’re sharing. Can talking spread droplets? He imagines they probably can.

“I thought it was allergies yesterday, but I woke up today and I —” He breaks off coughing, holding a fist out weakly. Evan can hear the phlegm rattling around in the man’s chest, and again he has to suppress a wince.

“Sounds rough,” Evan says, giving a strained smile as he taps his fingers against his thigh. This elevator usually only stays stuck for a few minutes. He can last a few minutes without catching something off this man, surely. Maybe the germs from that first uncovered sneeze won't take.

“I probably shouldn’t have come in today,” the man says, shooting Evan a smile that would probably be charming if it weren’t for how tired it looks. “But I didn’t realize how bad this bug was going to be. I don’t think I’ve ever sneezed so much in my life,” he says, sniffling thickly. “And my nose is running non-stop. It’s a faucet. I’m not exaggerating —I’ve gone through an entire box of tissues already.”

With these words, Evan finds himself suddenly regretting his choice to go back to school for a second Bachelor’s. Yes, his creative writing degree has been practically useless for the six years he’s had it, and yes, he does want to pursue psychology and therefore needs to continue his education. But, right now, that all seems unimportant as he looks at the sniffling man, whose breaths are beginning to hitch again.

Maybe the sneezes are stuck? Like this damn elevator. Please, please, please stay stuck until I can get off this thing, he thinks to himself while digging his nails into his palm. 

“I hate this elevator,” the man says, giving a nervous chuckle. Evan suppresses a groan as he realizes this man is clearly one of those people who are incapable of sitting —or in this case standing — in silence.  “Breaks down almost every day. I don’t even know why I risk taking it, anymore,” he says, giving another thick, slurpy sniffle. By the way the man scrunches his nose and closes his eyes, Evan suspects the sniffle produced a particularly intense tickle.

“Yeah, I get stuck on it probably once a week,” Evan says, giving another strained smile. 

“You’d think someone would do something about — heehhh —” The man trails off, his eyelids fluttering.

Evan can see the man’s glistening nostrils begin to flare. 

“Do you — do you happen to have a ti — hih — tihih — tihiiiihhhissue?” the man asks, his voice shaking.

“A tissue? Sorry, wish I did, but no,” Evan says.

He truly does wish he had a tissue because this man’s going to sneeze. Not only is this man going to sneeze, it’s going to be a messy sneeze. Rarely does Evan know something with such certainty, but this is one of those times. This man’s sniffles aren’t the soft kind that can be taken care of with a soft blow. They’re desperate sniffles — the “holding back an entire tide of mucus” type.

It will be fine as long as this elevator starts up soon. He needs it to start back up soon, then he can walk off and go home and everything will be fine and — 

“HhH—hHRGG’sschhHHHHEEW!!!”

Evan closes his eyes and holds his breath. He slowly opens his eyes, reluctant to see the inevitable aftermath of the absurdly loud and forceful sounding sneeze. Evan’s shoulders relax, though, as he sees the man lower his arm. He’d clearly managed to cover. There’s an obvious wet spot on the man’s sleeve, but still, it was contained. Evan lets himself breathe. That first, uncovered sneeze when they’d walked in must have been a fluke. This man is clearly polite and understands the value of keeping germs to himself.

Evan allows himself to smile sympathetically as he looks at the man and gives a polite “bless you.”

“Thanks,” the man says with another tired smile and thick sniffle. “Like I said — all day. I don’t think I’ve ever been sick like this. It’s just sneeze after sneeze. I’m sure my students must have been tired of blessing me. I can’t wait to just go home and sleep this thing off. If only this elevator would HH’REEHH’TSHOOO! HRR AHHHH-T’SHOOOO!”

Evan remembers seeing something on the news once about the amount of distance a sneeze can travel and how many droplets a single sneeze can potentially contain. It was something like 20 feet and thirty-thousand droplets. While this was distressing information, it hadn’t exactly been believable to Evan. People sneeze all the time.  He sneezes everyday and it certainly doesn’t seem like sneezes can be that powerful. So, he’d frowned at the information, but ultimately moved on, mostly forgetting it. 

This information now, however, crawls along back to the surface of Evan’s mind as the stranger blasts him with sneezes that can only be described as soaking wet. 

They erupted from the man with absolutely no warning and through the harsh lighting of the elevator, Evan can nearly see each and every droplet — some fine, some large and clearly mixed with thick mucus. With only six feet between them — at best — Evan can now believe without any doubt that sneezes can, indeed, contain thirty-thousand droplets. 

And he’s just been hit with two sneezes full of them — entirely unrestrained. 

Evan wants to wipe himself off, but he doesn’t know how. Every exposed part of him has been doused in infectious spray — his neck, his hands, his face…. He decides he can at least wipe off his lips, so he finds a dry spot of his hand before bringing it up to his mouth.

The man’s head is still bent forward, which seems to be a poor decision because his nose is dripping terribly. Evan watches in something of a morbid type of fascination as the droplets hit the elevator floor before the stranger gives a thick sniff and looks back up at Evan.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, his expression looking genuinely apologetic, though there’s also something about it that’s decidedly sneezy. His nostrils begin to flare again, but this time he brings a hand up before snapping forward.

“HrrRIIHHHGG’shuuuhhhh! HRR’EHHHTSHOOOO! IhhGT’SHOOOOO! MPFFX’TSHOOOO!”

Evan grimaces as the contents of the man’s nose pour out into the man’s hand in thick, visible strings. To the guy’s credit, he does try to contain it, but the sheer amount makes it impossible. He presses his hand firmly against his nose, but Evan can see moisture seeping through the cracks of his fingers. Evan is certain he's never come close to seeing someone lose control of the contents of their nose in such a dramatic way. Usually adults have a handle on containing the more unpleasant aspects head colds usually bring, but clearly this specific virus is a special case. 

Evan averts his eyes because the situation is gross beyond description, but also, this must be the most mortifying moment of this stranger’s life and he doesn’t need someone staring at him.

Evan feels his own cheeks heat in embarrassment for the man.

Mostly, though, Evan is consumed by apprehension. There’s no possible way he can expect his body to fend off the innumerable germs that are surely trying to invade him right at this moment. Even if it could fight off some of them, there’s far too many to hope he can escape them all.

Evan is surprised to find a sort of peace in accepting this as fact. There’s nothing to be done now. He is coated in germ-infested spray, so he’s going to get sick. In the same way he can’t change how tall he is, he also can’t change this. In a few days time, he’s going to come down with this absolutely monstrous looking cold because it’s as inevitable as the sun rising in the morning.

Part 2

[victorgrwrites]

Gortash Age/Timeline

For my prelude, see live footage of me at work below. (PS: Mac on the right there is basically my wife, she was very kind to let me ramble about this.)

Here we go. And I think it goes without saying, but spoilers ahead.

So, we have a better idea of Durge's timeline than Gortash, which is helpful since we know that they knew one another before the events of the game. On top of that, we know what each was doing when the other was doing something else. At least, to a point.

We'll start with Durge.

Exhibit A: We know that Sceleritas Fel appeared to Durge on their "age of majority", which is generally accepted to be 18. Could be 16, but we're going with 18 for the timeline.

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Exhibit B: We know that in the prequel Blood in Baldur's Gate, the main antagonist is Dark Urge, and Sceleritas himself appears multiple times in the story. We also know for a fact that this happens in 1477, 15 years before BG3.

Therefor, we know that Durge CANNOT BE YOUNGER than 18 in the year 1477, and therefor cannot be younger than 33 in BG3.

It's important to note for later on that at this point in Baldur's Gate in 1477, it is very likely Durge has already started the cult of Bhaal or is on the verge of starting it. --- Like I said, easy as Hell, now on to Gortash. Cause he is definitely trickier; we'll be needing to work backwards for this guy. Exhibit A:

Gortash is intent on making a memoir of his life, and has given us a helpful order of events, if without dates and such.

Exhibit B:

We'll start with the heist at the House of Wonders. If you don't know what the House of Wonders is, imagine a giant museum/research university run by NASA. It's a big fuckin' deal, and holds some insane things.

We don't know everything they stole, but we do know some. 1. A Bhaal torture device and some preserved Bhaalist bodies (unimportant for our conversation), and 2. Schematics which served as the basis for the Steel Watch, as well as the submersible.

((I can't find the specific screenshot for the Steel Watch schematics, but just trust me, it exists.)) We can assume that Karlach was sold right around this time, maybe before, most likely right after. The reason why she was sold around this time is because... ---

Exhibit C:

Karlach is a proto-prototype Steel Watcher, or at least of the infernal engines the Steel Watch use. What Gortash most likely got for Karlach were plans/materials/development for the infernal engines.

So let's recap. We now know that ten years ago Durge and Gortash pulled their heist, traded Karlach, figured out infernal engines, and started production or development on the Steel Watchers. Neither were the chosen of their gods yet, and the Crown of Karsus wasn't even on their radar.

Let's keep going. --- Exhibit D:

The first and second listings in Gortash's memoirs are him founding the Bane cult, and then discovering that there was a Bhaal cult already started. I would posit that Gortash established the Bane cult right around the time of the previously mentioned Blood in Baldur's Gate. At the bare minimum we know that Durge had to have been already active and Sceleritas already trying to guide him. So we can likely say that Gortash established the cult of Bane in 1477. Which means he was not in the House of Hope any longer in 1477.

The Crux of the Issue:

Here is where we get into speculation, and there's several questions we have to answer that don't have a clear answer. 1. How old was Gortash when he was sold off?

2. How old was he when he escaped the House of Hope?

3. How long after that did he establish the Cult of Bane?

I'll give you my answer for these questions, and my reason why.

Given my previous post, you might know that I subscribe to the idea that Gortash had a knack for artifice when he was young. There's no way a devil/warlock would pay even a small amount for a useless kid. So, at what age is a kid "useful" while still being a kid? My guess would be as old as ten, as young as eight.

Based on the conversation with Nubaldin, I would say he was still fairly young when he escaped. The way he talks about Gortash establishes that the jailor remembers Gortash as a 'sniveling little shit' and 'mischievous little blot of a boy'.

I would put him at about sixteen, absolute tops.

3. I believe he would have started the Bane cult very, very soon after leaving the House of Hope because I have a sneaking suspicion that Bane's influence started at the House of Hope. Might be how he escaped in the first place, or maybe he heard about Bane while there. Either way, I don't think he took very long.

In my head, he's probably around 17-19 when he starts the Bane cult. But also, if there's age discrepancies, this is probably where they come in.

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And there you have it. I don't focus on his in-game model much, because looks can vary so wildly. Especially when there's years of demonic torture, obsessive artifice study, and dead god cults. The game narratively describes him as a young man, so I generally erred on the side of "young" when figuring out this timeline.

If you've got questions, comments, additions, go on and lay them on me.

[atalana]

so i finally got the chance to read the book of bill! and man those journal 3 pages, i could write a million essays on those, but the principle one that i can't get out my head is the new insight on ford's whole fucked up paradigm of what love is

like, neither of the stan twins really know how to experience unconditional love, because they never really had it. their dad was constantly comparing the two of them and really just stamping down stanley's self worth at any given moment. and even for ford who was praised, he's not an idiot, he saw how stan got treated all the time, and their dad was very explicit as to why. ford's praise and attention hinged on him being the family genius who could make them all a lot of money, and he knew very well if he failed to live up to that, he would also lose his father's love

and you see this in stan in his desperate need for everyone to like him, but also how he doesn't really believe anyone ever truly could love him, so whenever he gets the chance with anyone he clings onto that relationship as tight as he can, terrified it's going to disappear at any second

ford, meanwhile. the more direct threat to him was the bullies and the people that made him feel lesser for being abnormal. and no kid likes feeling like that, we know it's a spike buried deep in his psyche, which gave him a reason for the dichotomy he ends up forming.

when he was a kid, people tended to fall into two categories - those who were really impressed with him and his potential, and those who saw him as a freak and wanted to drag him down for it. the love he got and the hate he got are directly related to both.

and as a result ford is constantly looking for people who will give him intellectual gratification (what he thinks love is), and he categorises everyone else as "unimportant obstacles in my way" (because that's how he thinks about those bullies, so their words won't hurt anymore)

stanley was the first category, until he sharply became the second

and splitting the world into those two categories makes him an absolutely horrible person! like, one hand yeah, you do have sympathy for ford bc that is straight up torture bill put him through and no one should have to experience it (and i do wanna make clear this is not a ford hate post, he does have good qualities im just interested in the bad rn)

on the other hand though, god, i'm always struck by just how hateful he is towards so many unimportant things (just one of many examples, christmas songs are fake and stupid bc rudolph didn't burn santa's workshop to the ground as revenge for ostracizing him like jesus christ dude)

or the bit where he sees one of stan's shitty product ads and considers calling him and pretending to be a cop just to scare him, because in ford's mind that's a punishment he deserves for daring to look so stupid while sharing ford's face

and it just drills in how much ford is not willing to see stan's side of this in any way, because what do you think would happen if you went through with that plan? don't you know stan's already scared enough? you saw him get kicked out, you saw the ultimatum that came with it, and hell thanks to the book of bill we know you were also scared to go home until you had something to show for it. he's trying his best, and you understood that once. but then stan throws your journal back in your face and you yell that you're giving him the chance to do the first worthwhile thing in his life.

everything he did to try and make something of himself, to try and prove himself worthy of literally any love at all, you didn't care about that. now he's in a position to help you, so of course he should just drop everything and obey your orders to the letter without question. that's the only way to redeem himself for getting in your way, why won't he take it?

by the time bill shows up ford felt fully justified in going "this isn't about me, and therefore it's stupid and unimportant and should be destroyed". and i know exactly why, it's because again you think intellectual gratification and love are the same thing and you're running low on both right now so you're trying to make up the difference by affirming how right you are in your goddamn diary, but right does not make you good or kind or wise

and that makes it kind of a self fulfilling prophecy, because loving you is hard, and the one person genuinely willing to do so unconditionally you're keeping at a very aggressive arms length. but you fall for bill so easily, because he understands how important you are, which must be love, and all of these other people worried about you just aren't smart enough to get it

and not even realising bill's lies could cure him of that one. hell, 30 years spent dimension hopping didn't cure it. when ford gets back he is still just as self righteous, and still willing to categorise dipper as "will give me intellectual gratification" and the rest of them as intrinsically less valuable

which is why dipper can't take the deal ford offered him. if he had, he would have turned out exactly like ford, stuck in his own echo chamber unable to tell the difference between love and praise

mabel says at one point in the comics that the reason the two grunkles are bad at looking after kids is because they still are kids, and that's a really accurate insight. that old wound cut so deep neither of them had the chance to actually move past their childhood, and discover what it was they were missing

stan never stopped wanting his brother back, but ford didn't realise that was what he needed too, until he saw mabel and dipper working as a team against bill. he's acknowledged his mistake in trusting bill before now, but "we used to be like that" is his first time acknowledging that his whole approach to people is wrong.

you've always had one source of unconditional love. you didn't need to be better than him to be worthy of it. and now you've got an entire new family, hopefully you'll realise that can come from multiple fronts

(and it's okay stan shall have his revenge for how you treated him by commiting just. so much tax fraud in your name)

[am-i-interrupting]

Baby Shark | Vox x OATSH Reader

No prior knowledge of the series required other than reader is an overlord & Vox is new to Hell.

Summary: Vox has plans, big plans, that he finally tells you. Of course, this is only after he procured a hammerhead pup.

You were curious, intrigued by what Vox had in store. All you’d gotten was a slightly cryptic phone call where he’d sounded nearly giddy, promising a surprise. If you’d meet him at his home.

You waited outside the building. Vox’s home currently wasn’t too luxurious. It was rather simple but nice. He was doing well for someone who’d only been in Hell for seven years.

He’d gone up rather quickly. He started as a commercial actor. Then he’d gotten bumped up to doing guest star roles in shows. Now he was a night show host, just like he’d been in life.

You knew he was working on things. Things he wasn’t exactly telling you. He would let you read documents over his shoulder as he worked on them in his office but would never answer your questions when you asked. He would claim that you’d figure out soon enough.

Maybe this was one of those things.

He pulled up in front of the house in an electric blue thunderbird. He got out of the car and spun around as the door closed, a big grin on his face.

“You are not ready for this,” he said as he went to the passenger side.

“What is it?” you asked as you moved behind him but he turned you around.

“Go inside,” he said. “I’ll follow you in a moment.”

Your smiled at him, a bit bemused by his behavior. It was a truly rare thing to see him look and act so excited. Still, you followed his request and pulled out your copy of his key.

Going inside you were immediately confused. There was an empty aquarium against the wall which hadn’t been there before.

What exactly was he doing?

He didn’t give you long to ponder as he came inside with a basket. It was filled with blankets. Wet blankets.

He closed the door with his foot but he didn’t let it slam like he normally would. Instead it clicked softly.

He leaned the basket so it tilted towards you. “He fell asleep on the car ride,” Vox said.

You looked down in the basket and put your hands over your mouth to stop any noise from coming out. “You got a pet shark?”

His smile expanded.

“Where are you putting it?”

“In the aquarium,” he said with a motion to the new addition.

“It’s gonna get big, Vox.”

“I know, but I’ve been doing the calculations,” he said as he gently placed the basket on his coffee table. “I also have a plan. At the rate I’m currently going though, it’s only a matter of time before I can climb the ranks to be if not as high as you then almost.

“I’ve managed to get several contracted souls—“

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“—and I am currently working on pitching several movie adaptations of your books. I hope you don’t mind that I forged your signature. Getting those green lit will bring eyes on not just you but the up and coming director who you allowed to adapt your books to film. Therefore it’ll bring eyes to other works of mine and by proxy myself. Bringing in more people who are likely to be interested in a contract for certain benefits.”

“You’ve been forging my signature?”

“Unimportant.”

“You are aware you could have just asked. Why didn’t you tell me any of this? These are big things, Vox.”

“I just wanted to surprise you,” he said.

The silent “impress you” was left just that, silent and unspoken.

You shook your head as you walked closer to him. “Well, you’ve certainly succeeded,” you told him.

You grabbed onto his jacket lapels and pulled him down into a kiss. He wrapped his hands around your waist. He tugged you closer.

A tiny little yawn sounding through the air broke your embrace. You looked down at the pup. It stretched out on the wet blankets. You acted on impulse and ran your finger down it’s smooth torso. It sniffed your hand.

“And how exactly do you expect to have the space for a fully grown shark?” you asked. “Maybe it’s a land shark but they still need a lot of water.”

“I’ve been plotting some ideas,” he said. “There is an overlord or two on that darling little list of yours, isn’t there?”

You thought of your list. Your list of people who toed the line of your moral code. There was an overlord on the list. Not yet bad enough to eliminate but getting there.

“Perhaps.”

“Why don’t you let me take care of that one, hm?”

You looked back at Vox. “I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“And I don’t plan on it.”

It was Vox’s turn to reach out and pet the pup. He scooped it up and looked at it with awe covering his features. He had always loved sharks.

“His name is Vark,” he said as he placed the pup on a rock that sat above the water level.

Immediately though he dove underneath the water and began stretching his fins.

“Vark,” you repeated. “As in shark or bark?”

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

unearthing an old loz au :D

Extensive rambling and plot and everything in between below

ok so I made this au over a year ago and the other day in an attempt to procrastinate my brain reminded me of it so here it is! Redesigned!

Ummm basically this version of Hyrule has already fallen to Ganon, and (much like in Narnia) it got very, very cold as a result (I’m still working on the exact ins and out of this, but there IS a reason why lol)

Therefore, Zelda’s clothes are A), very warm, with lots of layers, and B), rather hodgepodged together, as they’re all borrowed. She hasn’t been able to wear her royal clothes in years, as she’s hiding from Ganon. And also most of them burned with Hyrule Castle.

so the embroidered frock (embroidered with flowers for symbolism reasons) thingie is about as princessy as her clothes will get XD

the reason she masquerades as Sheik in this au is more to hide from Link than Ganon. The latter is unaware that the princess escaped, while Link has some issues he’s working through lol

basically, when the kingdom was very suddenly overthrown, a confused and unimportant kid named Link (who was aware of the danger due to reasons I’ll get around to if I post his design), managed to save Zelda, who was still pretty young, and very much terrified. Terrified to see her terrified, Link’s protective side activated, and, well, it never really un-activated after that.

He managed to get her to a quiet, little known town on the outskirts of Hyrule, where some Sheikah (notably Impa) had taken refuge as well. They promised to guard her, and Link headed off to suffer the slow realization that he was a hero alone.

meanwhile, Zelda grew up, and grew stronger, and (once again due to things I won’t quite talk about yet) began to understand her duty towards her people, and to the hero. But, when Link returned to inform Impa of the plans he had made, he was very against Zelda helping him in any way (mainly out of fear for her).

so Zelda came along as Sheik instead :D

A few little things of note, now

I am vaguely basing Link’s inner struggle off my older brother… Link and Zelda do not have a brother/sister relationship however; it ends up a romance >:)

The only difference between Sheik and Zelda is simply that by the time Link sees her again as Sheik, she has dyed her hair and she’s been in the sun a bit more… magic is not involved in this case. Honestly it only works because Link didn’t know Zelda very well before lol

Zelda likes to sew, and garden as much as the climate will let her.

She has a very bright personality, but she takes what other people say to heart. I’ve found whenever I make an loz au, Zelda and/or Link don’t start out with Wisdom and Courage, but rather must gain it to some extent. This story is no different.

In some cases, I focus only on one of them, but this story specifically is about both. They grow together, just like Hyrule must grow again :D

in this story, they are all traumatized. Including Ganon. (he also has a backstory I’m working on hehe)

finally, the sheik design is not final… I’m still working on it lol

ok, that’s it! Byeeeeee

[mamadarama]

spoilers for the matrix event kind of ?

so i read the translation today of the whole event and it's just unbelievably bad , I'm not sure if you had a chance to look through . and takashi who's basically a little hiiro but actually he's a child of producer rinne once had with god knows if their father or just someone from amagi family ? it feels like a really bad fanservice and I'd like to hear you thoughts if you read this . it's okay if no and you can't really comment on that but i couldn't keep silent so forgive my off topic ramble .

i hope you will have a good day or night

{major matrix spoilers}

i just read the story myself. its alright, not much worse than any of the others, just hard to follow because its all rinne being rinne. its not really that fanservicy imo, i thought id hate it more than i do . my biggest gripe is akiras choice of dialogue for aira . again. i really wish he would stop doing that but thats besides the point.

edit: i also wanted to add that the part where tatsumi and mayoi are worried about hiiro and aira and theyre like "theyll be fine theyre strong capable people" and it immediately cuts to aira screaming bloody murder absolutely sent me

heres a summary of the story from what ive gathered . this is a long one so ill put it under a read more

rinne set up an elaborate scheme to protect the privacy of his hometown. when rinne first went to the city he saw an unnamed idol that inspired him to become one himself. that idol retired and became a teacher at an all girls school (i wanna bet its kimisaki academy. thats unimportant to the story tho.), and his producer , akan, was left struggling until she met rinne and began producing him. unfortunately the job became too much for her and she began to crack under the pressure, and had to retire for her own health. rinne told her about his hometown, where she would be able to live out the rest of her life in peace. to ensure no one would go looking for her , they set up a plan— they pitched a fake mystery program where she would go investigate a phenomenon in the area of the village, and "disappear mysteriously". the footage would never be released because of the "incident", and as long as they didnt find her she would be declared dead after being missing for long enough, therefore closing the resulting missing person case and leaving her to be unbothered and truly leave her past behind and start over. while she was living in the village she met rinnes father, and they eventually got married and had a kid, takashi (its never mentioned that hes their kid, but rinne says his father wishes he could make takashi his heir instead of rinne, implying hes his son) . he looks like hiiro because the amagi family has strong genes (and also likely because the devs could repurpose kid hiiros live2d model). rinne noticed his fans were getting increasingly curious about his hometown and worried that the extra attention would eventually cause trouble for the people in his village, and by extension disrupt the peaceful life akan had built there. his solution was to "reveal" his hometown in a tv program and satisfy his fans curiosity so theyd drop the subject. but he couldnt just make a program for no reason, so he pitched the matrix event , part of which would be hosted at the "amagis village". he didnt want it to be a large scale event, so he contacted the retired idol akan used to produce and asked him to pose as akan to produce the event since he was the only other person to have known her well enough to impersonate her and capitalizing on the fact that no one remembered who akan is or what she looked like. anzu ended up getting involved and as a result it turned into a much bigger event than rinne intended for it to be . the "village" that the event was hosted in was actually the contact point for the actual village, a place that looked convincing enough but was really just used as a meeting point for the village to import resources from the city without exposing their real location. but of course in typical rinne fashion, he only reveals this to the rest of alkakurei at the very end, so everyone was just very confused the whole time. rinne also claims takashi is his and anzus kid at first, but no one believes him of course because that makes no sense.

tldr; rinne is worried that his fans are getting too curious about his hometown and might eventually lead to it being exposed, so he stages a fake reveal to satisfy his fans curiosity.

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i sorta like it. its not completely outlandish by enstars standards and it ties up a few loose ends about rinnes backstory (like what happened to his career as a solo idol before his duo unit with niki, why he became an idol, and who produced him before he met anzu) as well as further solidifying his character as someone who genuinely cares about the well being of others and will fight to protect them by any means necessary even if theyre not part of his life anymore .

[litrumi]

Brief Update - ADLN's Accessibility

So I forgot to mention this prior, but something had been on my mind for a whileee.

I know that I've always had the story posted to only Wattpad and everything, but I also understand that people have different comfort platforms and just, in general, prefer certain communities and such.

I didn't really want to limit the availability of ADLN, although I want to firmly state that Wattpad is definitely the home platform I'm personally more familiar with.

EVEN SO, I thought about this over and over again, so for those of you who did NOT yet know, I...

...Have also made a port of the fanfic available to AO3 Readers!

I completely understand that some people much prefer AO3 to Wattpad, or even maybe only know AO3 as their trusty reading site. Therefore, I felt comfortable enough to also make it available to those who might like an option to instead read it on AO3.

HOWEVER

I want to make it VERY clear from the get-go that this AO3 port... will be updated secondarily. Basically, all I'm saying is that Wattpad gets updates and focus first, then AO3 gets updates second. And FOR the time being, seeing as I'm taking 5 million years to update the story as it is, AO3 will be getting slower updates in turn.

As of this post, AO3 has access up to only Chapter 3, but some of you may know that Wattpad's already up to Chapter 8.

So EVENTUALLY, both stories will be equally caught up as I work on the story, but it's all just one big waiting game since I want to feel comfortable and in control of my own schedule. Thank ya very much.

The plan is pretty much updating AO3's chapters roughly once a month until it's fully caught up to Wattpad's.

I'm also still figuring out AO3 as a whole since I'm still relatively new to it, so bear with me.

And, I cannot stress this enough, but there's probably gonna be small-ish differences between both. I guess? Nothing important though.

If you know about Chapter 6 on Wattpad, you have to understand that I cannot really port it over EXACTLY as it is. The two sites are different with what I can and cannot do (cough, in-line comments, cough).

Still, Wattpad as a whole, I'm thinking of doing tiny little bonus things for? (Again, not important. Just fun for me).

For example, if you remember some... uhh "multiple choice" for Chapter 6, I'm thinking of adding UNIMPORTANT but secret/extra dialogue to the "incorrect" prompts, just for a little flare. I wanna go tee-hee, dang it. Anyway, I'd probably do it via in-line comments, but I haven't decided yet. Who knows. If it happens, you'll see it.

Regardless, that's all I've got for now. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

Chapter 9's still being worked on. I'm not saying soon. You know the drill.

Thanks for reading this!

Take care!

-

[whoknoo]

“How did you know?” I asked, not sure I wanted the answer. I thought I had been careful. I thought she had spent the whole of last Saturday with Lisa, on their day trip to the coast. I had retrieved Mei’s gift no more than 1 hour and 24 minutes after it had been left at our front door.

Only then, in that single window of under 1.5 hours, at the heart of her outing, could she have been exposed to any evidence regarding the recent mailings. By every reliable calculation, this should have been the only possible breach in my discretion. After all, no other eyes were present to witness, and no action was ever taken in her presence. My paper trail was well covered, any potential sources, untraceable.

I had accounted for everything, including that bumbling private investigator, detective fellow, who couldn’t sort evidence from a deliberate plant. In addition, the shock in her reaction before me was proof enough of this discovery’s suddenness to-

Her shock slipped anyway, into a wry smirk.

But, she was covering, I assured myself. That’s all. Of course, there was my remark earlier, regarding the ‘gift I sent my mother,’ a copy of Fowles’s The Magus. Surely the explanation, assuming no foul play, was satisfactory. Therefore, she must have been harboring suspicions prior, though it was likely dismissed until now. That is, until the otherwise unimportant discrepancies in my explanation supplemented her theory. She must have noted something prior, particularly about the most recent package, that didn’t line up with my story. And the only source she would have in the package, itself having never been at the manor to begin with, was the mailing receipt, delivered late Saturday morning at precisely 11:17am, and retrieved by me at 12:31pm, after certain to have misled any possible snoop. And when she returned that evening, she made no indication that her day’s plans were changed. Clearly—

“The doorbell cam.”

My body’s heat flushed to my bowels.

“And I lied. About Saturday.” She stopped there. She knew I knew the rest.

My head felt such pressure, I could only think of one thing to say. “You—you slut.”

But she just smiled at me. “Right. Make sure to call before you come get anything.” She opened the door, “and tell your mom I said bye!”

F***.

[quizlythenerd]

Hello everyone, Co-Writer of the Supernova AU here.

It's been a while, hasn't it? I understand if any of you have lost interest in SNAU because we haven't been working on the comic much, but truth be told, we've been trying the best we can. The both of us are currently working on school, and therefore haven't been able to do much regarding the comic itself.

Now for the real news:

Sleepless and I have decided to rewrite our fanon of SNAU. Sleepless vaguely mentioned our fanon in this post, and as unimportant as this may seem, it's very important to us. The SNAU comic is based off of that story, and therefore could affect the comic. While you all won't notice the difference, since it's not a rewrite so big that it'll affect the current pages of the SNAU comic, just know we may or may not have had other plans for the comic.

Please keep in mind that this NOT an issue!

Please also note that this doesn't mean we don't already love the au; in fact we're rewriting it because we love it. We've looked back at what we had written down for the story and realized our weakest points were the earliest written parts, back when we first started the au. Now that we've worked on some other personal aus and fleshed out the characters far more, we're happy to say that the original story of SNAU is wrapped up, and a new version has begun.

IF YOU WANT TO ASK ABOUT THE ORIGINAL STORY OR REWRITTEN STORY, PLEASE ASK IN MY PERSONAL INBOX. [ @quizlythenerd if you see this reblogged ]

Sleepless is busy enough with the SNAU comic and school, I personally have some free time to answer questions. I love hearing feedback from everyone and it would be nice to hear from anyone who's still interested in SNAU! My ask box is officially open.

BOUNDARIES FOR ASKS

Do NOT send me NSFW asks, I am a minor.

Do NOT ask about our personal life past "how was your day?". I am not open to sharing mine nor sleepless' personal info.

Keep in mind the boundaries of the official SNAU comic!

BASIC INFO

SnauC, SnauO, and SnauR all stand for different parts of SNAU. SnauC is the official comic. SnauO is the original story. and SnauR is SNAU Rewritten!

SnauO and SnauR are both considered the "Fanon" while SnauC is considered canon! SnauO and SnauR are also both mostly unrelated to SnauC in the later bits.

Anything about SnauO and SnauR regarding the story of the current comic WILL NOT BE SHARED due to spoilers for our current plans!

SnauO will have personal ships and shipkids, all of which you may ask about! SnauR may or may not, depending on the route we take with it.

And Sleepless. I know you can see this. If you reblog this to either your personal blog or the official SNAU blog, you're straight. [lighthearted joke]

Best wishes to the fans of the Supernova AU and to Sleepless!

~ Quizly

[midnighttreasureseeking]

Claudia’s Diary entries S1 EP5

Alright, this is my first Interview with the Vampire post that isnt just me reblogging someone else and adding to their post. There will be several of these posts as i have done my best to transcribe all written work shown in season one of the show. When season two starts (and season three etc.) I plan on making another series of posts about the written works shown in the series. 

This post is about the bit from Claudia’s diary seen in episode 5 of season one, just after her traumatic encounter with the vampire Bruce (Killer). A large part of this is from my reblog of @halo4life2017-blog​  as I didnt want to write down all my theories again. I’m very much looking forward to her theories about this as well as she is doing a rewatch!

So directly after the scene with Killer we are shown this page

(The left, its unimportant, reads: ...thing happend when....I had just...really get)

Its on the right hand side, its clean, and reads as such:

“November 11, 1930″

Dear Diary,

I met another vampire. His name is bruce,

but  I thought he was better suited to Killer.

We had just eaten together and started talking

about books when he really began acting strange

and made me uncomfortable. Bruce walked

back from the fire and leaned down over me

and…”

Daniel turns the page

And this reads

“November 11, 1930

Dear Diary,

I met another vampire. His name is bruce,

but  I thought he was better suited to Killer.

We had just eaten together and started talking

about books when he really began acting strange

and made me uncomfortable. Bruce walked

back from the fire and leaned down over me

and…”

The exact same!! this time on the left side page, and spattered with blood! Not only that but the passage cuts off midway through the page with that sentence unfinished and Daniel says nothing. (If this was accidental and just as far as Eric was supposed to read, therefore they didnt bother adding more, they wouldnt have put the empty space in the frame. Its just too weird not to be on purpose) He says nothing about the half cutoff sentence and nothing about the double passage either. He doesnt ask why the blood seems to be applied after the ripping out of the pages. Instead he remarks on the cutout pages and demands to know whats on them. As if she had filled four pages with a detailed account of her assault! And that was for some reason important for him to read. He says “Bruce walked back from the fire and leaned down over me and, cut out pages!” ??? no “cutoff sentence” or “empty space” as if the middle of the page is a perfectly normal place to end a page and continue on the next! He also immediately assumes that Louis ripped out the pages, which Louis neither confirms nor denies. And therefore we assume it too. But as we have discovered, never assume something of Louis, you will probably be wrong.

So what we know is: The passage was first written on the right side page, but left unfinished. Then it is written on a later page and stops at the same place the other did. then either four pages are ripped out or the new right side paragraph is written. Then someone cries over the pages, or at least little drops of blood end up on it.  If the right hand page wasnt written before the blood landed on it, then its written after.

(This is the right side paragraph as far as i could transcribe it

I’m going back to the house (..)

I’m ready for whatever lestat has to say. And I

will leave right away and take Louis with me.

Wouldn’t that be wonderfull? I am (..) excited to

see him again. And I (..) I was a handful

All those years don’t ()

I don’t know if ()

() tho…he (when) (…)

I just know he and I would have so 

much fun together. And anything (..)

depises I want to share with him to ?)

sheltered by Lestat for so long I want to 

open his eyes! We can learn about our kind together and maybe feel something.”

(This is not perfect and will be improved upon))

Three theories as to what happened;

Louis did it: This theory is assumed true by Daniel and the audience because of Louis reaction and the fact that he doesn't deny it. Louis discovered this diary and when he does he rips out four pages chronicling the assault, gets upset, and cries blood-tears all over it. This does not explain the cutoff sentence or the double passage.

Claudia did it: I think this has the most merit and is what i assumed happend the first time i watched this. But it is the most human way of looking at it. So Claudia has just experienced her encounter with Bruce. And as she always does writes it down in her diary. But she cant do it, she doesn't get very far. And just before the SA she has to stop. She takes a deep breath, turns a pages and just starts over, from the beginning. But this time, when she gets to the SA she gets too emotional, lets go of two tears and wipes them, and out of frustration (at herself for not being able to finish writing, blaming herself for what happened or anger at Bruce) she rips out two pages and leaves the book. then later, after making a plan for the future, she opens the book again and continues on the right side, on the blood spattered page. She could also have cried at this second diary writing moment. She might have cried at the memory of what happened or the thought of having to return home. Everything Daniel says “did she do it, doesn’t seem like her” etc, is an assumption about her on his part. It’s based on the emotionless monster he sees her as. Something that support this is that the blood tears are far too small to be from an adult (They actually look like they are from a small child. But i might be looking too far into it)

Louis rewrote the diary: In this theory everything is staged and done on purpose by Louis or Armand and Louis together. Maybe the original diary doesn't tell the right story, the story Louis wants to tell. So he rewrites the entire thing to fit the narrative. He plants the double paragraph, he plants the hastily ripped out pages, he purposefully ends the sentence in both entries at the same place. All this to get a reaction out of Daniel. To frame her as more human (see my “Claudia did it” theory above.) And Daniel doesn't respond the way he is supposed to, he doesn't believe in Louis humanisation of Claudia and this makes Louis angry.

Actually in all theories Louis gets angry because Daniel is being an asshole.

At last i want to talk about the ripped out pages themselves. 

This might be me looking too much into it, take everything with a grain of salt. But let’s analyse the diary without looking at the text. What has happened to it. 

The pages have been yellowed through age, to be expected. 

There are some light stains, and some crinkling of the paper that just suggest use. 

there is the bloodspatters on the paper, mostly on the lower side, who ever was crying was sitting in front of it. 

There are four pages ripped out, maybe with hands, or something sharp, a knife or scissors maybe. 

The pages are curled inwards (and not flattened as much as one would expect) and the right page is very yellow. To me it suggests it was slightly burned or something really hot got really close to it.  The yellow does not come from the light, or the other right-side-page should have the same colors. The Yellow is also too localised to be the light and too big to be the shadow coming from the torn out pages. 

That is what i could find and speculate from these diary entries!! I would love for anyone to tell me your own theories, maybe you have seen something I haven’t. In the mean time I’ll be trying to transcribe all other entries and written works that we have seen in the show!

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

Request: your hcs for how comics Pyro and show Morph get along because I think it would epic (and involve a lot of hilarious Shaw impressions)

I am rubbing my hands together with glee, thank you for this ask! I'm assuming this is a Krakoa-type situation where everyone is just sort of hanging out and technically on the same "team."

I think initially, they would not get along. Pyro would find Morph annoying and obnoxious; Morph, whose only experience as a "bad guy" was under severely traumatic brain-washing, would be put off by Pyro being a gleeful and mostly unrepentant murderer.

Then they get drunk together, and that's really all it would take. Pyro can be very personable and chatty, Morph does hilarious impressions, they bond over whichever mutant they hate the most. I'll say Sebastian, because I think Morph would hate Shaw just as much as Pyro, and because it's what we both want to see.

Shinobi starts paying Morph to perform regular Sebastian impressions, it's good for his mental health. Morph is like, "I kind of feel like a court jester here, but what the hell, you are paying me thousands of dollars and also fuck that guy."

Sebastian would offer to pay Morph to sit in on unimportant Council meetings wearing his shape, but realizes that Morph would be an absolute troll, vote against Sebastian's interests and find ways to humiliate him. He pays Copycat instead.

Pyro asking Morph ALL the questions about shapeshifting that he always wanted to ask Mystique but was too intimidated because Mystique has no patience for that kind of thing. In return, Pyro does cool fire tricks for Morph.

They absolutely do karaoke together. Pyro can sing, Morph can sound like whoever they want to.

They both have zero good decision making skills while drunk (and Pyro's decision making skills aren't great while sober either) so there are some epic shenanigans. I think Morph is slightly more responsible about not committing crimes and will draw the line at hurting people. They would, however, help Pyro rescue abused animals from shitty owners.

Morph also uses shapeshifting to walk right into Shaw's properties as Sebastian and help Pyro steal things. Sebastian is almost impressed, this is more planning and subtlety than Pyro usually displays.

This is reeeeaaally self-indulgent headcanon now, but I can picture Morph and Pyro both talking about gender roles and feeling "trapped" by everything that is expected of masculinity. You've got a nonbinary shape-shifter (who mostly presents in a "masculine" way) and a (gay) male romance novelist who likes to dress fancy, I think they would both be a bit frustrated by all the unspoken social rules about how a man is "supposed" to act. It takes a LOT of alcohol to get them to that point of vulnerability, though, so the conversation is near incoherent. I think they are also both able to have this kind of conversation because they don't have much of a connection besides drinking buddies, so they don't actually care that much what the other person thinks of them.

Morph is kind of envious to realize that Pyro and Avalanche are a couple, like "Why can't my ambiguously homoerotic best buddy also be my boyfriend?"

They might actually bang? I don't know, this might just be me shipping Pyro with every male or "male-presenting" character. But X-Men 97 has heavily implied that Morph has a thing for Wolverine, and is therefore attracted to men. I don't know if they are a one-night stand kind of person, but eh. Let Morph get laid, because we all know Wolverine will never actually sleep with them on the show.

Wolverine is all "Morph, stay away from that guy, he's a sleazebag and a bad influence, and Pyro if you hurt them I will be popping a claw through your skull."

[delta-lethonomia]

Asking!!! How about 7, 11, and 20??

Oooh! For my fic "For All The Wrong Reasons" (not that I currently have anything else published, but future proofing haha)

7. What inspired the idea for the plot?

Astarion's Act 2 romance scene, after the conversation with Araj Oblodra where they player can offer to have a relationship with him without sex for as long as he needs. It's a sweet scene but it made me stop and stare at the screen for minutes. I wasn't playing myself in BG3, but I had to ask myself - would I be okay with a sexless relationship? Would my character? And the answer was no.

Having been in relationships with very unbalanced libidos, it fucking sucks. Strong female sexual desire gets treated as unimportant or even a bit of a joke in media, so I wanted to write a character who'd get to that scene and have the maturity to say "hey, I really like you and I want this to work, but not having sex is going to be a problem for me". Of course, now that I've actually made it to that scene in my fanfic it turned out very different hahaha!

11. Was there a scene that you hadn't originally planned to include? Why did you decide to fit it in?

Tons of the recent eldritch horror stuff. I wanted Tav's patron to be the Great Old One from the beginning (as that's what I played in my first run), but in the manual that particular relationship is described as warlocks stealing power from an unknowing being. I needed Tav to have a firm contract for plot reasons but that's not really possible if one party doesn't know the other exists. So the GOO/Cthulu-esque being needs to know of Tav in some way, but I also wanted to make it clear that that's a very bad thing.

Becoming a Warlock is supposed to be something only the most power-hungry, arrogant, or foolish individuals do, because you're basically selling your soul or sanity for power. It's important characterization for Tav to show why she chose to go through with it - but therefore, it needs to be appropriately dangerous, disgusting, or violating, so why not all three?

20. What is something you wish more people noticed about this fic?

Ooooof that's a tough one. I guess there's two parts:

a.) The fic started off as a smutty oneshot that grew overtime so I feel it's not really obvious that there's a budding plot in the beginning. I worry that new readers might read the first few chapters and kind of write it off as a toxic dark romance, and not stick around for the way the mystery and romance continue to develop later on.

b.) In the fic, I don't think people have really picked up on just how repressed and depressed Tav is. There's tons of stuff she just doesn't think about. She has no goals, drinks a lot, and has no relationships (even casual friendships) after her husband died over 20 years ago. She's very stagnant. Astarion's a very dynamic character by contrast; he spends time mulling over a new piece of information, emotionally works through it, and then changes over time, while Tav is still stuck on shit that happened decades ago, still having anxiety attacks, still putting up walls and keeping people away.

As one eagle-eyed commenter pointed out, Tav was born to a young teenage mother working as a prostitute, unable to afford a contraceptive. Now, Tav works producing contraceptives for the very same brothel, providing a service that would have prevented herself from being born. That's not a great headspace to be in, and she was certainly not doing it out of the kindness of her heart.

[talldarkandroguesome]

9th of Midyear, Fredas

What I would not give for a bath. I feel disgusting.

I suppose I should go back to why I am sweaty and dusty and covered in sewage though.

Tharn and I went to the palace. It was a grand monument to the architectural abilities of Khajiit masons. We climbed the many flights of stairs up to the entrance. Being with Tharn meant we were simply waved through beyond all of the guards and up into the waiting area just outside the throne room.

Tharn asked me to check my bags for some items and he headed up the stairs beyond the large Khajiit statue and into the throne room. I found the gift he had asked me to present to Euraxia and went to follow him when I was stopped by a tall Orsimer with an energy that sent shivers up the spine. Then I noticed the green glowing head that floated besides him. As my eyes adjusted to the blinding light, I realized I recognized the Orsimer as the same one whose protection spoke with the necromancer Khamira and I had slain.

Worse yet, the head was not unfamiliar to me. It was Sir Cadwell’s. Or at least it looked like it. The Orsimer, who had just waved Tharn in, stopped me. The head that looked like Sir Cadwell, and sounded like him, too, said it did not like the look of me and Nettle and the rest. The Orsimer did not seem to care.

Instead, he introduced himself as Zumog Phoom, a name I had heard enough to have to hold back how much it would make me bristle to acknowledge what he did. Then he introduced Sir Cadwell, the Betrayer. I was stunned that they were one in the same. And now Phoom had Sir Cadwell’s head! And Sir Cadwell had been some legendary warrior of Khajit legend?! As difficult as it was to believe, it did explain how Sir Cadwell’s dreams were involved.

Phoom broke me out of my thoughts as he made some snide comments about our little band not looking like he would have expected. Then he said that he would allow me in after he gauged the measure of my marrow. Something that sounded really rather bad.

All in all, he simply seemed to deem me as unimportant and easy to dispatch, and therefore allowed me to pass. The head that was not the Cadwell I knew floated behind him and complained about the rest of his body still being missing.

I led the others of my group into the throne room, holding out the gift as I saw Tharn waiting by the front to present it. The hall was vast, towering vaulted ceilings and pillars taller than the Skyrim pines. Euraxia’s banners hung from every available surface. It was hideous.

The herald announced me and I came forwards and set down the gift for her inspection.

As soon as we stood before her, Euraxia began to insult Tharn. It seems that all the ways he hated her and made pointed comments, she was happy to do the same of him in person. After the bickering began, she cut Tharn off, saying he bored her, and called me forward, saying I looked more interesting. I knew what I was meant to do and I followed suit. Taking her jibes about my height and playing the part of earnest messenger for Tharn and giving her the warnings I had, even trying to tap into my birthgift. This could have gone better, I admit, but even with all I tried, she remained stubbornly unmoved and was able to twist the worlds back around on me.

She tried to deny her involvement with the dragons until I stated we had been told by Mulaanmir they were working together and that he had called her a fool. She refused to believe me. I was trying again and again to no avail.

It was as if she knew what I was doing, threatening me afterwords and not listening to the fact that the dragons had called her a pawn.

She did call Phoom up for news while we were there. There was some interesting facts about the dungeon he mentioned, but I cannot fathom that what he shared was not also a part of her grand plan. Tharn had been tricked so easily before.

When the negotiations on Tharn’s and my attempts led to nothing, she sent for the guards to protect her by running us through. I was just pulling out my blades when her warriors clamored to be the first to prove themselves to her.

Then the world was turning in a way that sent my stomach tumbling alongside of it.

And then we were in a room, Tharn bent over and panting. I asked where we were and he explained that we were in the sewers, teleported out before we would be captured. I said that this was an obvious place but he had said there was no choice. And then he tried to stand straight and he looked suddenly much older, the counting of years he had lived finally showing upon his face.

He was snarky to a bare minimum, which was worrisome. That meant things were serious. We agreed it best for me and my men to clear the path ahead. And so we began to navigate the winding sewer, striking down skeevers and salamanders. But we were not even halfway when we ran into the first of Euraxia’s men. They shouted orders that we were to be captured alive, or at least Tharn and I, for there were things she wished to extract from him personally.

It was shattering to see that Tharn was asking for help. Having known the man I could not imagine how he would be weak. Or mortal.

When we finally managed to get out of the reeking maze, he said he wanted me to double check for the Desert Wind Adeptorium. And then he circled something on my offered map and added a small set of hazards and tips. 

A part of him looked like it was missing having access to someone who would fulfill his needs, but in light of the engulfing stench of the sewers. I said I would head out right away and I know he must have been thinking about my arse as I headed out down the trail, Nettle and the guards trailing behind me as Tharn lobbed one last insult and told me to hurry.

Of course, this place is on the other side of the Province from where we are.

Lost on the fetch road again.

What could be  worse? I would have liked to give him a teasing farewell, but it did ot seem appropriate in such a case.

If only Tharn had recovered enough to get some fun times started. Ah well,  better luck next time

[imranslm]

Book Notes

The human brain is the most incredible information-processing instrument in the universe. However, we need to learn how to use this tool. We usually think of ourselves as driving this instrument. We are not practical thinkers.

How do you use your mind to get what you want? Change your thoughts, change your life. It is a normal part of a normal life to feel stuck. There are useful and useless thoughts. We need to stay grounded and listen to all facts. The mind is a body that needs regular exercise to keep in shape. We like to have the same thoughts cause it makes us feel comfortable. We usually say we must relax and watch Netflix, BUT why do we get tired?

Your mind is your most important thing, and you must train it. The life of wisdom is a life of reason. I always ask myself where my brain's stop button is.

Not all thoughts are good. The universe changes, but our lives remain the same, and we have less time for ourselves. It is hard to control our thoughts. The mind is a tool for solving problems; your thoughts' quality equals your mind's quality. Therefore, I am. You exist even though your thoughts are crazy. A lot of the time, our thoughts don't make sense; we are divided as a species. Being able to tell the truth, what is accurate, and what is true. Listen to your feelings and try to understand where your thoughts are coming from. Life is not a liner. I let others do the thinking for me. Nothing is guaranteed in life. You have to work. Skills, the better you are at something, the easier it is to be successful at working for other people.

Things do not always go as we planned; that's why you create a backup plan. There are many ways to reach your goals. I feed my brain with interesting information but don't try to connect the dots. We eat the same things, make the same mistakes, walk the same paths, and complain that we are stuck. To achieve a breakthrough, you need a change.

It is easy to stay in your head for hours, preoccupied, but with what? Be aware of your thoughts, but don't blame yourself. Why are you having these thoughts? You aren't controlled by your thoughts. Inside your control, outside of control. Eliminate thoughts you cannot control; only think of things under your control and desire. Understand knowledge, and try to understand how you can use knowledge to improve your life. Don't keep any other knowledge in your mind. Think about how knowledge can improve your life.

Cognitive Bias.

Our perception is affected by our thoughts; our perception determines our actions. If you believe in something, you will prove that you are right by finding information.

Don't trust your first thoughts. Give it time and think. Your first reaction is outdated because it is based on Cognitive Bias. Why even want to come across as smart? No more quick decisions, travel/renovation plans, etc. That quick yes ages ago can be stuck in your mind. Just take an extra day to think.

Please give me a day or two to think about it. Read two hours a day, writing an article to share ideas I learned. Shut down, I wasn't feeling well; I felt stuck. But I put through, and got back at it, and after down again.

Training your brain happens in stages. When I think, I talk to myself; when I write, I also speak to myself. Drawing freezes your mind from constant talking. Think of visualizing an idea.

Be yourself instead of what you should be. Beat yourself instead of the world.

You might not have to think when something is unimportant, but you should prioritize it. We become too dependent when we give too much importance to things; an example of money is when you do a job you hate. I don't buy things I don't need. I like to train myself to resist the things I want. Money is a replaceable resource, but time is not. Don't spend your time thinking too much of money.

Be unconventional; conventional thinking gives you conventional results. Write down the pros and cons.

In life, it is not this or that. It can be this and that. Don't think binary; think more abundant.

If you are in the maze, you cannot see the goal from your standpoint, and you don't know which direction to move. You need to see the maze from above. So you know which direction to start moving.

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Some Few Tips To Make Your Mortgage Process Go Smoothly

As a Mortgage Broker Aldergrove specialist at Gb Mortgage, I've put up a list of five suggestions to help expedite the process of applying for a home mortgage. To learn more about them, continue reading!

The hard work starts when you make the decision to purchase a home! Pre-approval, home search, mortgage application, loan processing, underwriting, and closing are the six main stages of the mortgage process.

However, if you don't have everything organized, these procedures may take a while. Planning ahead and gathering all the information you need when you find your dream house can therefore greatly reduce the likelihood of delays and obstacles.

Provide all of the correct paperwork quickly 

Finding all the paperwork required for the mortgage procedure can be a time-consuming task, as there are numerous documents involved. When the time comes, it will seem less of a scramble if you start gathering everything as soon as possible. It can even make sense for you to compile all required documentation before submitting your initial mortgage application. You'll know you'll be ready that way.

Sign back paperwork quickly

Get ready to sign a ton of paperwork (at the attorney's office)! To finish the transaction between you and the lender, a few documents are needed. This documentation will be completed electronically and emailed to you through Hurricane, our private portal. 

Ask lots of questions

Before agreeing to a loan, make sure you ask any questions of your possible mortgage lender. Years of your life could be at risk based on the answers you receive, from unexpected costs to choosing the best kind of loan.

Answer all of the questions asked

During the application process, mortgage lenders evaluate their risk and gather proof that the borrower can and will make timely loan repayments. Your credit score, income, and payback history are all examples of this proof.

As part of your application, you could be required to respond to challenging, private, and seemingly unimportant financial inquiries. Having all the answers to the questions asked and being ready are the fastest things you can do.

I have over forty years of experience working in the financial industry with various different financial organizations. Contact me for further suggestions on how to make your mortgage process go well. I'll work for you to ensure that the mortgage you receive best fits your particular financial situation. I provide services such as mortgage pre-approval, home equity lines of credit, second mortgages, first-time home buyer mortgages, and mortgages for house purchases.

In Mortgage Broker Maple Ridge, Abbotsford, Chilliwack, Mission, Langley, Hope, and the surrounding areas, I provide my services to clients.