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[birchtreecat]

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Day 6 - Vaccine Group B - Type 2 ✨🐧

Step in line for today’s vaccine! This one might be a little more intense than usual, but we have all of our dear patrons and customers in mind, don’t we?

Just be careful in the next few hours, hehe…

[thatonesquintern13]

📺: the way home - season two

season one recap 🩵

episode one - the space between:

• watching the ‘previously on’ like i didn’t just spend the week recapping it

• thought this was jacob and dell but it’s just another little boy and older lady

• “it will always take you where you need to go.” 👀

• picking up where season one left off. kat and dell were literally JUST healing and now where back to murder boarding

• oh we’re just immediately jumping into the FROZEN pond

• it didn’t work!

• kat you know that’s not how it works !! just get out before you freeze!!!

• oh god now alice is in the pond

• and YEAH we’re BENEATH THE ICE

• ALICE

• KAT DONT YOU KNOW CPR

• CHEST COMPRESSIONS

• oh god alice is back okay

• so much just happened oh my god

• a note for kat on elliot’s door ):

• me and elliot squabbin the next time i see him 😤

• (did anyone else’s school use the word squab around like 2015?? 2016??)

• “if i’ve learned anything these last few months it’s the worst thing to waste is time.” i gUESS!

• now how can a dog time travel 😭 the pond is SICK for that

• “the pond is done with us, allie. we have to be done with it.” we’ll see

• they’re making a pact to stay in the present

• time jump! seven months laterrrr

• hello?? DECODE PARAMORE?!?!

• and kat is jogging through the woods like is this twilight???

• passed elliot’s (still empty) house. hayley williams is right, how did we get here 😭

• ofc kat is listening to decode she’s an emo millennial

• if you think about it this kinda is like twilight. she’s gonna jump off a cliff next probably

• dell landry: bee keeping age!!!

• where’d the horse come from? 🤨

• “hey, boy. who are you?” oh so neither of us know okay

• oh! it’s the last day of school!

• not spencer from school pulling up

• and maybe zoe from school? hard to say

• alice is leaving!? oh going to the states with brady

• “that’s the thing about shared custody, eventually you have to share.” rip /:

• ugh r*chel mention

• “i am screening your next guy! these last two, they’ve been so very disappointing.” LAST TWO!?

• oh she meant brady and elliot 😂

• “brady only disappointed in the later years. we don’t.. we don’t talk about elliot.” yeah still too soon formerly nemesis monica

• lol so new guy leaves (suspiciously 🤨) and kat is like “okay fiiine i’ll take over the herald and hire myself back!! if i must!!!”

• and good for her!

• oh someone’s died 😰

• evelyn goodwin??

• oldest member of the most prestigious (and wealthiest) family in port haven. an institution, dell says!

• linger?more?

• oh elliot has the AUDACITY to send post cards 😤

• yeah, alice you’re right to roll your eyes at him!!

• we’re getting so much landry lore!

• but also more evidence for my jacob is his own ancestor theory

• the landrys were a founding family of port haven with the aforementioned goodwins

• dell talking about HAPPY MEMORIES OF COLTON!!!! 🥹

• we’re throwing a summer partyyyy

• landry ladies kitchen dancing 🥹

• ruined! by brady calling 😤

• oh so kat and alice are on the same wavelength as me. no wonder kat knows so much about her great great whoevers

• they stuck to their word, no pond!

• “yeah, well. elliot’s not around anymore to give us those pearls of wisdom.” “when are you gonna let that go?” no, no. hold that grudge, alice.

• “elliot promised that he would always be there to help, and when we needed him the most […], he bails.” just like the avatar 😪

• can’t help but notice the herald is brighter now that new guy is gone.

• now i know brady isn’t trying to blame KAT for the shared custody thing

• are we ever gonna be introduced to rachel bc now it’s getting suspicious

• “alice is no distraction, she’s the glue” she really is huh 😭

• ooooh evelyn goodwin put the herald in her will???

• kat is going to ✨lingermore✨

• (i’m guess that’s the goodwin estate?)

• “no wonder you turned the herald into a weekly, you’re always here” okay dell kinda ate with that one 😭

• “i’m going up the hill” me: kate bush?

•but also: *eerie music change* “i’m going with you.”

• okay now i’m scared of lingermore

• oh something has Happened here…

• sorry, evelyn saved everything to open a museum and her son was just like “eh oh well. gonna sell.” ??? hate men.

• oooh but now the herald gets it all!!

• now kat has the entire history of port haven at her fingertips! finding jacob has literally never been easier.

• oh something Sinister has Happened here… 😰

• alice! step away from that pond! you promised your mother!!

• oh she’s just coming to say goodbye ):

• girl back up that’s literally how you fell in the first time!!

• oh it’s LITERALLY how she fell in the first time? the bracelet hello???

• i do enjoy that when i gasp now it’s actually stuff i am surprised about

• is dell gonna have flashbacks of her own of this place now?

• she’s just sad about evelyn ):

• you know. this was kinda how dell’s future was looking before kat and alice showed up…

• yeah how is kat supposed to get all these boxes back to the herald

• UM

• why’s this portrait look just like kat 😀

• “MY KATHERINE, 1814” HELLO

• what did evelyn know 👀

• aww the jewelry dish

• we are immediately back to kat and alice keeping secrets from each other 🫠

• she’s a runna she’s a track star 🏃🏻‍♀️

• oh! note’s gone from the door! is elliot back???

• omg he’s back

• “well kat landry!” “oh… elliot augustine…” okayyyy

•god, kat might as well have just said “you look hot” that would’ve been less embarrassing 😭

• (and he does, she was right.)

• why is elliot being weird

• wait. just realized this man LEFT in the MIDDLE OF THE SCHOOL YEAR??? elliot there’s a TEACHER SHORT- wait they’re canadian…. is there a canadian teacher shortage??

• um but still. in the middle of the year, dawg??

• okay elliot when have you ever “imposed” on the landrys be so for real

• omg kat get up girl you are not playing it cool rn

• “i will never understand why she took elliot’s travels so hard” bc they’re besties??? (also bc that’s her stepdad but we apparently are keeping that a secret)

• dell didn’t notice that kat and alice were literally time traveling but she DID clock kat and elliot and that is, once again, so southern of her.

• “i haven’t seen you wear the bracelet in forever! i was beginning to think you lost it.” hehe about that…

• no actually WHY is elliot so… off i’m starting to not trust this… like go back to the caribbean if you’re gonna be like this

• “somebody had a glow up.” lmao rita!!

• “looks like elliot had what the kids call a hot boy summer” RITA!!!

• oh so alice didn’t know about katelliot and is really just mad bc elliot is her bestie!!!

• “and besides, there is no us, really. right?” ELLIOT YOU’RE THE BIGGEST DUMB DUMB THERE IS

• fumbled the bag

• he didn’t even say GOODBYE!? god what is with these men

• “great party, dell.” 😭😂

• “you better get out there and get a lobster before rita pilfers them all” lol okay great callback

• “[the farm] will always be here waiting for you.” 🥹

• fireworks for colton 😭😭😭😭

• flashbacks for everyone 🥺

• i miss colton landry

• ugh how long are kat and elliot going to pretend they don’t love each other

• alice is connecting dots

• colton and baby elliot 🥺 the club house is always there for him to have a space 😭

• “don’t waste any time, kid. because it’s never guaranteed.” and elliot thought that was a joke?? i-

• *branch snaps* “did you hear that?” WHO CAME BACK 🫵🏽

• “i saw that look between you and elliot. are you two together?” alice you’re far too late

• alice you didn’t ruin anything, sweetie 😭

• kinda rude that i grew up an hour from the beach and never went to a summer bonfire beach party in high school. (i didn’t go to parties in hs who am i kidding)

• oh! we’re being haunted by our past! cool.

• an elliot mixtape!!! IN THE CLUBHOUSE

• aww elliot’s here.

• with a STRONG candian ‘sorry’

• oh they met alice after the last summer cookout… interesting

• i thought “traveling” was a euphemism. but he actually meant time traveling lol

• “i’m sorry i didn’t say goodbye. i just knew if i saw you, i wouldn’t go.” OKAY AND WOULD THAT HAVE BEEN SO BAD

• just sitting on the bed nothing crazy

• SCREAMING !!!!!

• grey’s anatomy training 😏

•making out with all for you playing in the background. gonna cry actually.

• elliot apologizing right away 😭 okay there’s the awkward guy i missed

• “i’m not your problem anymore” WHY WOULD SHE SAY THATTTTT

• ALEXA, PLAY EXHILE BY TAYLOR SWIFT

• the sad part is, they could just go right back to how they were. like elliot is so willing to be that sounding board for kat.

• but. he blew it. super hard. complete buffoonery.

• “welcome home.” damn she’s cold

• baby nick!!!

• ugh elliot was gonna make his move RIGHT before kat met brady 😭

• so i guess spencer from school and zoe from school are??? no more???

• alice is still hung up on nick 😭 girl he’s old let it gooo

• why are they making her sing rn

• now look you’ve made her get stage fright again. (it’s definitely not the ghosts of her mother’s past coming to haunt her…)

• kat and dell finally getting the mother daughter relationship they deserve??

• is the house called lingmore or lingermore… i need to look this up

• the subtitles are telling me lingermore. dell’s accent is just thick lmao

• oh! see, dell thought evelyn reminded her of herself too.

• “i wanna build back our relationship. i wanna get to know you again.” yup yup yup 🥹

• kat has also noticed that dell is talking about colton and jacob in a positive light now

• “no more regrets, only resets” dell would kill on facebook

• ugh, i know Something is going to happen and it’s gonna ruin everything we accomplished in this scene

• um why are we back at the “did you hear that” scene 😰

• WHO IS THAT!?!?? 🫵🏽

• colton???? new guy?????? JACOB!?!?!?

• oh my god

• the blurry polaroid!!

• alice and kat sharing their secrets! season of healing!

• kat don’t let her manipulate you like this!

• okay or do. whatever.

• wait elliot send that text 😭 you gotta be the one to fix this, dude.

• neighbor!? who is this man???

• they better not be trying to give dell another love interest 😤

• could be elliot’s dad tho? but i doubt it

• suspicious buyer of the neighboring farm????

• the new buyer isn’t going to lease the fields sooo what does that mean 😅

• dell is going to be losing money?

• AND WHOSE HORSE IS THIS

• don’t tell me that horse jumped in the pond 🤧

• mother daughter pond jump 🤪

• “it’ll take us where we need to go” what could go wrong! 😀

• BABY ELLIOT!?

• has present elliot been LYING to present kat this whole time??????

• if i got sent to 1814- hold up who is that

• not the gun

• HELLO

• grey’s anatomy training (dying in a horrific way)

• um. okay 😀

fin.

[barnabytremayne]

Inferiority Complex: Navigating the Maze of Self-Doubt

A rewrite of an early essay.

Ah, the ol' inferiority complex—a lifelong subscription to the "Am I Good Enough?" newsletter. It's like being in a never-ending thumb war with your own psyche. You've got these decent qualities—like, you're not terrible at Scrabble, and you can microwave a Hot Pocket without burning down the kitchen—but somehow, they're never enough. It's like your brain's a snarky Yelp reviewer: "Three stars—room for improvement."

For me, this feeling of inadequacy is like a clingy roommate who overstays their welcome. It's not just about flunking the "I'm Enough" exam; it's about feeling like you're missing a crucial page from the manual of life. And it's not picky—it'll haunt you at work, in relationships, even during that awkward moment when you're trying to parallel park.

Comparison? Oh, it's our favourite pastime. We measure ourselves against others like we're in a perpetual "Who's Got the Best Existence?" contest. Spoiler alert: We always lose. It's like playing Monopoly with Jeff Bezos—no matter how many hotels you build on Baltic Avenue, he's still got a spaceship.

And it's not just one thing. It's a tangled mess of emotions, like earphones in your pocket after a vigorous dance-off. You're not just "not good enough" at your job; you're also "not good enough" at being photogenic, at making small talk, at remembering to water your succulents. It's a cosmic conspiracy—the universe whispering, "Hey, buddy, you're missing a few screws."

Now, let's sprinkle some extra complexity on this inferiority sundae. Being autistic? That's like playing life on Expert Mode. Social cues? Ha! We're decoding hieroglyphics. We're the square pegs in a world of round holes, trying to fit in while secretly wondering if we're from a different planet.

And mental health? Buckle up. Depression and anxiety are like those uninvited party guests who crash your self-esteem soirée. Depression's the DJ, spinning sad tunes, and anxiety's the bartender, serving up "What If?" cocktails. Suddenly, you're doubting your ability to adult. "Can I handle taxes? Can I adult? Can I even microwave that Hot Pocket?"

Relationships? Oh boy. We're convinced our partners will wake up one day, squint at us, and say, "Wait, you're not the person I ordered." We're like emotional impostor syndrome. "Sure, they love me now, but just wait till they see my sock drawer organisation skills."

Career? It's a tightrope walk over a pit of self-doubt. "Am I smart enough? Talented enough? Can I adult AND microwave Hot Pockets?" We hesitate to chase our passions, fearing we'll trip and fall into the abyss of "Not Good Enough."

But here's the twist: I'm learning. I'm kinder to myself now. I've got a mental Post-it note that says, "Hey, cut yourself some slack." I focus on the good stuff—like that supportive partner who thinks we're the bee's knees (even if we're more like the bee's ankles).

And therapy? It's my secret weapon. I sit in those comfy chairs, spill my emotional guts, and learn strategies. I'm like an emotional MacGyver, cobbling together coping mechanisms with duct tape and hope.

So, fellow complex-havers, let's embrace our quirks. Let's microwave those Hot Pockets and remember: We're enough—even if we're still figuring out how to parallel park. 🚗🌟

[micukiii]

HellO! 3D game - concept, idea, philosophical storytelling.

IMPORTANT NOTE:  THE GAME IS NOT COMPLETELY DEVELOPED, THIS IS JUST THE INITIAL IDEA AND CONCEPT OF THE GAME. I AM INTERESTED IN OUR OPINION AND I ACCEPT EVERY OBJECTION AS WELL AS CORRECTION.  Hello! 3D game is simple actions game that criticizes the problem of ecology in the world. Encourages thinking about current problem.  - In 2077, the Earth becomes unfit for life and all its resources are exhausted. A total dystopia, humans have advanced too far to find a new planet to inhibit that has similar vegetation. Which is called Hello. 

After several decades they manage to build small towns and manage to reach the quality of life they once had on earth only in slightly different conditions. The complete utopia reigns, a completely ordered system of government. The main actors in these cities are scientists who work to upgrade civilization every day. They set out to study the new faith that had bee found on the planet through the decoding of ancient scriptures. Children with special abilities and powers begin to appear. They are skillfully guarded in order to protect the entire civilization and the final fight against the unholy.  - As we know the land remained abandoned. At Least the hoped so. But they forgot one crucial thing. The existence of artificial intelligence, which is capable of developing on tis own up to a certain limit. Those creatures began to create their own cities as well and advance as much as possible. Until the moment, when they decided to attack people on planet HellO. Their main goal is to kidnap children who posses above-average abilities that help them to use them as military weapons.  During the game they manage to convince one of children to go with them. promising him glory and power. (he is ruled by sin of pride and arrogance) After that the other children go to fight evil, trying to get their friend back.  HERE THE GAME BEGINS  - The main characters from the side of humanity  will be representatives of the seven deadly sins. They are children with special powers, who fight for self-knowledge through the game. They encounter various temptatons, struggles, challenges. ETC. WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE THIS GAME TO LOOK LIKE? 

WOLUD YOU LIKE TO PLAY IT?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ABOUT?  I CAN’T WAIT TO HEAR  YOUR OPINION AND I’M LOOKING FORWARD TO IT. <33  Micuki’23  this concept is legally protected 

[asameera]

Oddworld: Code 583 - Chapter 15: Rude awakening

It was dark. Dark and warm, like in a cocoon. It was nice. It seemed like forever since Lure had felt this good. He was floating, as if upon a cloud, wrapped in a comforting warmth. His keen hearing picked up distant, muffled sounds, sounds that were becoming more and more distinct. After a while, he finally understood some of them.

“So... long... he... again... what...”

Words. Muffled and faint words. He would have liked to remain in that comfortable silence. But the choppy dialogue wouldn't stop. An irritated nervous twitch shook one of the Slig's cheekbones, and his eyes shifted on their own under his closed eyelids. He could feel himself slowly getting back into the swing of things, his hearing was already working to decode the conversation.

“Are we sure it's really today?”

“There is no reason to doubt.”

He understood. Lure still couldn't open his eyes, as if they were glued to something, but at least now he understood.

“Good, he keeps making me feel uncomfortable. I'm still convinced there was another way.”

“Maybe, but it was her will. And my trust in her will not be shaken today.”

“Still...”

Ting!

Lure's face twitched again with a slight spasm. Suddenly the voices fell silent, as if they had just caught this movement and were holding their breath. The Slig had not perceived it before, but there was something else, another sound that echoed faintly. Like a light tap on some glass.

Ting! Ting-ting!

This time, it was his heart that reacted. The tinkling had stimulated it directly. It began to beat more strongly in a calm and regular rhythm, and with each pulse a wave spread throughout his being, muscles here and there reacting under this effect.

Ting-ting!

Lure's eyelids lifted and the Slig winced under the glare of the light, brighter than he could endure. He blinked again and again to clear the pain from his retinas, while his arm and tail finally wagged in a clumsy way as he tried to regain control over them.

“What the-! Where am I?” he babbled confusedly.

A simple turn of the head was enough for him to understand that he was confined in a sort of alveolar filled with amber liquid. He was totally immersed. Lure had a moment of motionless panic, but he soon found that somehow he was not choking. He could also hear his own voice very clearly through the substance, and when he tried to open his mouth, the liquid that poured in tasted like honey. Finally, and perhaps most surprisingly, he could see perfectly clearly and without a red filter. His hand went automatically to his face and came in direct contact with his skin. He was not wearing his mask, nor any of his prostheses.

The tinkling had stopped.

Lure turned his attention straight ahead. The place outside his cell was not very big and rather rocky, like a small cave lit by a warm and natural light, a bit like a private room. He finally noticed two figures standing in front of his cocoon, looking at him with gravity. No doubt, they were Mudokons. But what captured his attention more was perhaps the pendant worn by one of them: a perfectly polished and translucent drop of glass in which a small being was moving. The Slig blinked a few times at this inconceivable sight. A small being was stirring inside a pendant, alive. A sort of unlikely insect, a bee perhaps, wearing a headdress similar to a Nemes, which offered him a soothing and benevolent smile, and greeted him with a thin paw.

…

Seeing that he remained totally frozen, his attention entirely focused on her, the bee subtly accentuated her sweet smile and quietly gave a small tap against the glass wall.

Ting!

He was dreaming, right?

“Slept well?”

The Mudokon who wore this necklace, the one with a wrinkled and whitish skin, had just awakened him from his torpor. The time-worn voice had deep, feminine notes. Not knowing what else to do, Lure agreed to answer.

“Er... Hi... yeah I suppo...”

It was at that moment that he recognized the other Mudokon, the one who was standing the most upright and who had white tattoos all over his body. His face was hidden behind a mask of wood and bone, but the Slig, feeling his guts boiling, knew he wasn't mistaken.

“You! You're the one from last time!”

The last time... yes, yes! Yes, of course! The Vykker. Sam. 988. Sam. The Mudokon Sorcerer-Marabou-something. Sam. The lightning that had struck him... everything came back to his memory so quickly that it was incredible that he didn't feel sick.

“Holy shit!” Lure swore. “You're the one who electrocuted me!”

The warrior, with his hands crossed behind his back, simply shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

“I plead guilty. But I'm surprised you remember it.”

The tranquility of his voice didn't help Lure to calm down.

“Why you-! Where's Sam?”

There was a moment of silence during which the two Mudokons looked at each other. Inside the locket, the insect's wings had drooped slightly.

“Sam!” Lure almost screamed, thinking they didn't understand. “A female of your kind, for Odd's sake! She is blue with yellow and purple feathers! She... she...”

How else could he describe her?

“She... she has crazy powers! She can make lights and summon chicks!”

And then what? Was there nothing else he could add?

“And... and...”

After this time spent with her?

“And she's fucking hurt!”

Why weren't they saying anything?!

“What the fuck! Answer me!”

The warrior was standing as straight as ever, silent as a grave. The other, stooped by the weight of ages, took a step forward towards him. Instinctively, Lure moved forward by mimicry, raising his arm to press it against the translucide wall of his chamber in order to lean on it, or so he thought. Instead, his whole body went through the wall and, carried away by his own weight, he toppled on the ground in front of the old female's bare feet.

“You do really care about her, don't you?”

Lure grunted, shook his head to recover from the shock, and looked up at the sad, faded voice. But he could hardly make out anything now, everything was blurrier than ever. The Slig decided that it didn't matter. Then he heard the warrior's voice.

“I admit that I could hardly believe it, at least until now.”

Lure gritted his teeth. He didn't like him, and he liked even less knowing that he was so powerless and humiliated in front of him. But there was more important.

“Where is Sam?” he repeated fearfully, hoping to speak to the right Mudokon. “Is she alright?”

A saddened sigh answered him.

“It depends on what you mean by 'alright'. But she's not hurt anymore.”

Lure allowed relief to overcome him.

“Can I see her?”

“She awakened you for this reason. She's always known you would come.”

“She?”

Through the blur of his vision, the Slig discerned a small light shining above him.

Ting-ting!

“Oh yeah” Lure simply said. “She. Logical.”

He gave up asking questions, surrendering to the train of thought he had always followed, which basically consisted of 'whatever'.

“So you will see her, this is what will be. This is what must be. But first you have to know... you have to face what you have been missing.”

As if he wasn't in the dark enough already.

“I don't know what you're talking about. I just want to see Sam and be left alone!”

“Asameera isn't here.”

This time, it was the warrior who answered.

“She's in Nolybab.”

Lure felt his insides twist. Nolybab. Then the Vykker had had time to bring her there. Confronted with the nature of the upcoming challenge he couldn't even grasp yet, the Slig clenched his fist hard, scratching the cold stone in the process. It couldn't be worse. He suddenly thought it was impossible to feel more devastated than now. He was wrong. He experienced true annihilation a few seconds later.

“She was transferred to Nolybab twelve years ago.”

At that moment, time stopped.

No words passed his lips. No movement ran through his body. But inside himself, something changed, mutated, twisted, disappeared. Everything disappeared. Absolutely everything. When time, words and movements returned, Lure had turned white.

“What? Wh-what do you mean? She-she was with me a... a few hours ago, or a few days ago... that-that's it. With me. At Gottlieb Industriz.”

“Gottlieb Industriz does not exist anymore. The Vykkers sued the Glukkon who managed this company years ago. He lost everything.”

Lure shook his head, unable to look up. He felt more and more crushed by an invisible and implacable weight.

“What the fuck are you talking about? What? I don't get anything you're saying.”

The neutral voice resumed as if it had not been interrupted.

“Asameera was transferred to Nolybab on the day of the revelation of her existence. The day I came. The day we met. Twelve years ago.”

“Stop it. Stop lying. That can't... it can't be.”

“They took her to their laboratory. She never left. She took her place as a cog in their socie-”

“Stop it!”

It was as if his own cry had pierced everything. Space, time, himself. And through the gaping wound, the truth seeped into him, impregnating him at last with all its cruelty and pain. Drops of water fell by themselves, rolling on his rough and pale skin before bursting against the cold stone.

“Why?”

Suddenly, moved by a heartbreaking force, the Slig raised his head abruptly, a hideous expression twisting his features.

“Why?!” he bellowed. “Why didn't you save her? Why didn't you let me save her?”

His arm shot towards the imperturbable Mudokon but, unable to hold on without his prosthesis, he missed his target miserably and fell flat on his stomach.

“It wasn't the right tim...”

“There was NO wrong time!” Lure yelled as he vainly whipped his arm through the air blindly. “I promised her! I could have gotten her out of there! I could have set her free!”

“You would have failed.”

“No!”

“You would have died. And she would have been lost.”

“NO!”

He didn't know how, but Lure managed to leap straight at the Shaman with a tremendous tail swing. The Mudokon's hand, however, caught his wrist in midair before he could bring it down on him. The Slig, suspended in the air, began to scream uncontrollably, struggling as best he could without success.

“This was to be expected. Please hold him tight.”

Completely hysterical, Lure didn't realize the movement behind him. He barely felt the hand gently touching the middle of his back. He didn't immediately understand what was happening, nor why the blurred scenery was drowning in a thickening mist.

“Lure...”

He suddenly stopped moving. This breath, this voice, he would recognize it between thousand.

“Sam?”

The knife-edge fog enveloped him completely now. The Slig waved his arm more and more frantically in the hope of dissipating it a little.

“Sam!” he desperately called. “Where are you?”

A figure loomed before him. His heart leaping, Lure crawled as fast as he could toward it.

“I'm here Sam! Wait for me! Don't go!”

He was getting closer. Hope and torment mixed intimately. Because deep down, he knew...

“I'm sorry.”

...he knew it couldn't be her.

When the shadow he desperately wished was Sam's revealed itself to him, it had taken the form of the stooped Mudokon carrying the amulet.

“I'm sorry I had to trick your mind.”

With a wide and slow gesture, she raised her arms, palms turned upwards. As if attracted by this movement, misty forms appeared in their turn. Clear shapes, addressed to his mind and not to his eyes.

A long corridor. A one-armed Slig was running, clutching a gun in his single hand. Lure recognized himself immediately. He saw himself firing several bullets, wounding and killing his own people. He saw himself advancing more and more, then being blocked by a patrol. He saw himself raising his gun and pulling the trigger uselessly, because his magazine was empty. He saw himself not having time to dodge and being pierced on all sides by enemy fire, wisps of smoke flying in all directions as his imaginary body burst from the impact.

“This is what would have happened if we had let you. Of course, this is only one of many possibilities. But even in the other cases...”

The scene reset. He was being shot in the back by 988, who had come to his senses and found new mechanical legs. Despite Lure's advance, he had positioned himself in a strategic spot in the distance and waited for the right moment, using a sniper rifle and a single round of ammunition. The shot between his shoulder blades pierced his heart and sent his entire body crashing into a wall, leaving a viscous trail on it. He managed to reach Gottlieb's office. The Interns were falling on him and chopping him up. Asameera was there. Unable to move or react, she watched the morbid spectacle under the laughter of Glukkon and Vykker, tears flooding her anaesthetized face. He managed to free her. The maximal alarm resounded throughout the factory. He had abandoned his weapon to carry her as best he could, on his back and with one hand. They weren't going far. Bullets. A trap. Gas. He was being killed. She was being killed. Or they were being killed together. Inevitably. There was no scenario, among the dozens that kept coming up, where they managed to leave Gottlieb Industriz.

“You have every right to hate us. But what we did was necessary.”

The Slig didn't answer, he wasn't even sure he could hear properly anymore. His whole body was shaking and he was sobbing through clenched teeth, his eyelids tightly closed.

“I share your pain.”

Lure shook his head miserably.

“No. You don't.”

When he looked up at the misty Mudokon, however, he could clearly see the pain in her bulging and tired eyes. Then the fog dissipated, the blurred colors of reality returned, and he could not see much of anything again. He knew instinctively that he was back in the little cave.

“I should have... I should have tried anyway.”

Despite all that had just been shown to him, Lure didn't feel any better, not in the least. He felt as if he had abandoned Sam. All this time, all these years, what had she endured? While he had been sleeping peacefully? He hated the guilt that was eating away at him, that made him want to curse Sam. He probably would have if she wasn't so dear to him.

“I don't like it” he heard above him from the mouth of the Shaman warrior.

The white Mudokon let out a heavy sigh.

“She designated him. He is qualified. He can do it. He must do it.”

“You know this isn't what I-”

“That's enough. Go and get them.”

The Slig felt the old woman move closer to him as the warrior left the area. She crouched down close and put her hand on his shoulder.

“How do you feel?”

Lure couldn't hold back a disdainful and incredulous sound.

“Oh just peachy!” he ironized. “I certainly don't feel like shit, what do you think?”

He disengaged himself from her mark of sympathy and was graced with another sigh.

“I meant physically” she elaborated.

Lure wondered what she meant by that. He didn't have his prostheses, so he couldn't walk and hardly crawl either. For a moment he thought she was making fun of him, that she wanted him to fully realize his inferiority. But just as he was about to spit his venom in the language of his kin, he slowly began to understand. He wasn't hurt. He was not tired. He had literally been able to pounce on the warrior just moments before. Yes, at this point, he felt very fresh.

“I... I'm supposed to be older...”

He tried to count in his head, but it was quite difficult. To tell the truth, before he met Sam, the days were all the same to the point of being indistinguishable from each other. The few times he read the newspaper he didn't pay attention to the date, it was just 'today's paper', period. It was the same when he watched the television program. It was only when he became Gottlieb's personal assistant that he had to pay a little more attention to the dates, when he had to write annual reports. In the end, time was a very vague concept for him. He wasn't even sure how old he was when he met Sam. But he still estimated that he was between seven and ten years old at the time. So if he added those twelve years...

“Holy crap! I am old! But... but I don't feel I am.”

A soft, slightly proud sound of approval confirmed her words.

“That's right Lure. If you had lived all these years in the same disastrous conditions you experienced, you would probably have died some time ago. But the envelope we prepared for you protected and healed you.”

She pointed to the amber honeycomb behind him.

“Even if time has not suspended its course, your good current condition only means that the life expectancy of your species can exceed that which you have been taught.”

“Ah. Yeah yeah. I'm not sure I understand everything, but yeah. I mean, basically it means that I'm still physically able-bodied. I mean, as able-bodied as I can be without my legs and my arm, ha ha.”

He let out a curse in his own language just as the warrior was returning.

“No need to insult me” he moodily stated. “I'm bringing you just what you need.”

Undoubtedly dejected by all these events, and because he was not able to forgive him their first electric meeting, Lure still threw three Slig insults on a little more pronounced tone at him. This didn't stop the Mudokon, who placed something in front of him. Blurred but black objects, which denoted with the warm amber tones of the place. Intrigued, the Slig reached out and touched them... and his heart pounded in his chest. He would recognize that metallic feel anywhere.

“My legs!” he gleefully exclaimed for the first time.

He didn't waste a second and slid his tail inside. The familiar feel of the controls reassured him more than he thought it would, and he nearly jumped with excitement when he could finally stand. He clenched his fists tightly as if to hold the sensation as long as possible to galvanize himself. Beside him, the old female slowly got up and handed him what he had forgotten on the floor.

“And your mask. The air reserves are full” she precised.

Lure grabbed it just as quickly, giving up the fight against impatience. Now that he had regained the use of his limbs and his sight, he felt better. And everything was worthwhile if he was to motivate himself to go to Nolybab. He took a moment to observe himself. The passage of time on his body didn't seem to have had much effect, probably thanks to the alveolar as the old one had said. Except for his skin, which had turned white, he thought that nothing else had really changed. The red and aggressive filter titillated his combative instinct, so he tightened the muscles of his arm and gave a few blows in the air to convince himself that he was ready to fight. Then he tested his legs. They were in perfect condition.

“He has taken great care of them until now” the old one said, pointing to the warrior with a shake of her head.

This one crossed his arms on his chest and turned away without saying a word. Lure pursed his lips but felt that he owed him at least that much.

“Yeah, okay. Thanks I guess.”

“Yeah, okay. You're welcome I guess.”

The warrior's voice was rough and his body tense. Indeed, he didn't seem to like what was happening at all, as he had stated earlier. Trusting a Slig was apparently not easy for him. Anyway, that wasn't Lure's problem. The Slig continued to admire himself for a while longer when something caught his eye. The number on his pants had almost disappeared, but the remaining traces brought back an unpleasant memory.

“This is not my equipment. It's 988's.”

The warrior, his back still turned, shrugged.

“Yes, these prostetics were his. You don't want them?”

Lure felt a bad taste rising in his mouth, not knowing where exactly it was coming from.

“I do, it's just that... I'm just wondering what happened to that bastard.”

He wondered why it mattered to him. He hated this Slig. Besides, he was probably dead by now. Plus it wasn't as if he had helped him last time, since he was controlled by the Shaman. But Lure had his legs. His remains. Maybe that was why.

“He was accused of high treason and sent to Skillya.”

Lure snapped his head up. He hadn't expected this. And more importantly, he hadn't expected to feel such horror.

“You gone and two interns shot with his gun. They concluded that he had released you. His pleas and protests did not change anything.”

Lure wished he had laughed. He wished he could have enjoyed this news, rejoiced at the fate of the bastard. But he didn't. All he could think about was the vision of the Shrink that could have dismembered him. That had dismembered 988. Under the sadistic and smug eyes of their genitress.

No one deserved this.

“I see.”

He didn't want to be here anymore. The Mudokons must have understood this because the old one turned to the masked warrior. The latter tensed even more, but with the insistent eye on him and the Ting ting from the amulet, he agreed to join his hands grudgingly. The familiar fluttering of wings filled the small room, gathered in a circle and began to glow. In an instant, the portal of light was created.

“A quiet area of Nolybab is waiting for you on the other side. We can't take you any further. You will know what to do there.”

Lure bowed his head slightly to the elder, more to show that he understood than to show respect. He walked toward the opening, a knot in his stomach, Sam in mind.

Sam.

“I will succeed, right?”

Lure hadn't turned toward them, but he had stopped.

“I will save her, right? Because it's the right time, right?”

Deep down, he didn't need the answer. Even if it was negative, he would still try.

“Everything is up to you now” the elder only answered.

He didn't get anything else. He didn't need anything else. So, one step at a time, he walked through the gate.

The two remaining Mudokons shared a moment of silence. Then the Shaman crossed his arms over his chest.

“He hasn't even tried to find out more about this place, or about us. Are the Sligs so lacking in curiosity?”

The old female looked thoughtfully at the little bee in her pendant, as if to assure herself that they had done everything right. The insect offered her a reassuring smile despite its drooping wings.

“I'm not sure. My memories of the Sligs are not as pleasant as this one. Like you, I saw them as vile and stupid creatures, just good for committing atrocities.”

She gently hit the glass with the tip of her fingernail. The little being inside returned the few light taps.

“He is no different. He isn't special. He's just been lucky enough to know something other than violence, and especially to have been forbidden to use his own violence against that other thing. Nothing more. That's a fact. And it's also a testimony of hope.”

She wrapped her wrinkled hands around the amulet and pressed it to her heart.

“Someday, maybe this madness will end for them too. One way or another. Everything will depend on the choices of the living and their Quarma. But for him...”

She closed her eyes.

“He has only her in mind. Not this place. Not us. Only her. He doesn't care about anything else. That's what's going to matter. We must have faith.”

There was again a long, heavy silence between them, during which the younger Mudokon nervously scratched his white tattoos.

“I don't like this.”

There was such bitterness in his voice that the old one felt it down her own throat.

“I don't like this at all.”

The old one still didn't answer him, but she could hear him. She knew what he meant. And more than ever, her eyes filled with sadness.

“We shouldn't have. What we did... it was not right.”

Finally she looked up at him.

“It was necessary.”

Then she lowered her head, her heavy eyelids closing, the features of her face taking the aspect of shame and remorse.

“It was... the only way.”

ooOoo

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[esotericworld]

We still don't know how many animals communicate with each other.

There are many animal species that we still do not fully understand how they communicate with each other, but here are a few examples:

Humpback whales: These whales are known for their complex songs, which are sung by males during the breeding season. While we have learned a lot about these songs in recent years, including that they may be used to attract mates and establish dominance, there is still much we don't know about their communication patterns.

Octopuses: These intelligent creatures are known to use a variety of methods to communicate with each other, including changes in skin color and texture, body posture, and jet propulsion. However, the details of how they use these signals to convey information are still not fully understood.

Elephants: These social animals are known for their complex communication patterns, which include a variety of vocalizations, body language, and even the use of infrasound (low-frequency sound waves that humans cannot hear). While researchers have made progress in decoding some of these signals, there is still much we don't know about how elephants communicate.

Bees: These important pollinators are known for their complex dance language, which they use to communicate the location of food sources to other members of their hive. While researchers have made significant strides in understanding this language, there is still much we don't know about how bees communicate other types of information.

Cuttlefish: These cephalopods are known for their ability to change the color and pattern of their skin to communicate with each other and blend in with their environment. While we have learned a lot about the visual signals they use to communicate, there is still much we don't know about the chemical and tactile signals they may also use.

It's important to note that research on animal communication is ongoing, and new discoveries are being made all the time.

[moepuppy0]

Choosing the Perfect Dog Shampoo for a Shiny, Healthy Coat

Our furry best friends bring endless joy and companionship into our lives. But keeping their coats clean and healthy goes beyond just aesthetics. It's vital for their overall well-being and can prevent skin problems and discomfort. While a trip to the pet store reveals a vast array of dog shampoo, choosing the right one can leave you scratching your head. Worry not, pet parent! This comprehensive guide will help you navigate the world of dog shampoos, ensuring you select the perfect product to keep your pup squeaky clean and their coat looking its best.

Decoding Your Dog's Needs:

Before embarking on your shampoo quest, consider your dog's unique characteristics:

The Fur Factor: Short-haired breeds like Jack Russell Terriers might require less frequent baths compared to double-coated breeds like Siberian Huskies who shed heavily twice a year. Consider the length, texture, and shedding pattern of your dog's fur.

Sensitive Souls: Some dogs have sensitive skin prone to irritation or allergies. Look for shampoos formulated with gentle, hypoallergenic ingredients like those found in brands like [Brand Example: Well & Gentle Hypoallergenic Oatmeal Pet Shampoo]. Avoid harsh chemicals or strong fragrances that can irritate sensitive skin.

The Great Outdoorsman: Does your dog love exploring muddy trails or splashing in puddles? A tearless formula that effectively cleans dirt and grime might be ideal. Brands like [Brand Example: Earthbath Oatmeal & Aloe Vera Dog Shampoo] offer tearless and natural options.

Beyond the Basics: A Shampoo for Every Coat:

Dog shampoos come in a variety of formulations, each designed to address specific concerns:

Moisture Me Please: For dry, itchy skin or dogs who frequently swim, a moisturizing shampoo is key. Look for formulas containing oatmeal, aloe vera, or coconut oil, like [Brand Example: Burt's Bees Oatmeal Dog Shampoo] which hydrates and soothes the skin.

Tangle Tamers: Long-haired breeds prone to mats and tangles require a lifesaver – a detangling shampoo. These shampoos contain conditioners and detangling agents to make brushing easier and prevent painful matting. Consider brands like [Brand Example: Chris Christensen Smooth Coat Conditioner] formulated for long-haired breeds.

Flea and Tick Foes: If your dog battles pesky parasites, a medicated shampoo formulated to kill fleas and ticks might be necessary. Always consult your veterinarian before using medicated shampoos, as some can be harsh or have age restrictions.

Puppy Power: Puppies have delicate skin and require gentler formulas specifically designed for their needs. Look for tearless and hypoallergenic puppy shampoos like [Brand Example: John Paul Pet Gentle Tearless Oatmeal Puppy Shampoo].

Natural Alternatives for the Eco-Conscious Pet Parent:

While a plethora of commercial dog shampoos exist, some pet parents prefer a natural approach. Here are a few DIY alternatives to consider:

Oatmeal Bath Magic: Oatmeal is a natural anti-inflammatory and can soothe itchy skin. Grind oatmeal into a fine powder, add it to warm water, and create a soothing oatmeal bath for your pup.

Coconut Oil Conditioning: This natural moisturizer can be used sparingly to condition dry fur. Apply a small amount directly to your dog's coat after bathing and massage it in.

Apple Cider Vinegar Rinse: A diluted apple cider vinegar rinse can add shine to your dog's coat and help with mild skin irritation. Mix one part apple cider vinegar with ten parts water and use it as a final rinse after shampooing. Important note: Avoid getting apple cider vinegar in your dog's eyes.

Bath Time Bliss: Making It a Positive Experience:

Now that you've chosen the perfect shampoo, here are some essential bathing tips to ensure a smooth and pleasant experience for both you and your furry friend:

Gather Your Supplies: Have everything on hand before starting, including shampoo, conditioner (optional), a gentle washcloth, a dog brush, plenty of towels, and a delicious treat for afterwards.

Brush First: Brushing your dog beforehand removes loose fur and debris, making the shampoo more effective.

Tepid Tub Time: Use lukewarm water – never hot or cold. Hot water can irritate your dog's skin.

Lather Up: Massage the shampoo into your dog's fur, avoiding their eyes and ears. Work up a good lather and pay attention to areas that tend to get dirty

[beewiztravel]

BeeWizTravel: Navigating the Globe with Buzzworthy Adventures

Introduction:

In the ever-expanding universe of travel and exploration, the term "BeeWizTravel" emerges as a beacon, promising journeys that transcend the ordinary. As a fusion of the industrious buzz of a bee and the enchanting wizardry of discovery, BeeWizTravel embodies the spirit of wanderlust and the magic inherent in exploring our diverse world. Join us on a virtual expedition as we unravel the essence of BeeWizTravel and embark on adventures that go beyond the conventional.

Cracking the Code: Decoding BeeWizTravel

BeeWizTravel is not just a catchy phrase; it's a code that unlocks a world of extraordinary experiences. It represents a community of travel enthusiasts who seek not only destinations but the magic within those destinations. BeeWizTravel encapsulates the thrill of exploration, the joy of unexpected discoveries, and the shared excitement of a global community connected by a common love for travel.

BeeWizTravel: A Symphony of Stories

At its core, BeeWizTravel is a platform for storytelling. It's a symphony of narratives woven by adventurers, each note resonating with the unique experiences encountered on their journeys. From the bustling streets of Marrakech to the serene landscapes of New Zealand, BeeWizTravelers contribute to a collective tapestry of stories that celebrate the diversity of our planet and the universal love for exploration.

Destinations Unveiled: Beyond the Ordinary

One of the hallmarks of BeeWizTravel is its commitment to showcasing destinations that buzz with excitement and offer experiences that linger in the memory. Whether it's the historic charm of ancient cities, the natural splendor of untouched landscapes, or the vibrant pulse of modern metropolises, BeeWizTravel guides adventurers to places that stir the soul and ignite the imagination.

BeeWizTravelers: A Global Community

Beyond a mere hashtag, BeeWizTravel is a community where like-minded individuals converge to share, inspire, and connect. It's a space where seasoned travelers and eager novices alike swap tales, exchange tips, and celebrate the joys of exploration. The BeeWizTravel community transcends geographical boundaries, creating a virtual hub where the love for travel becomes a unifying force.

Adventures with a Dash of Wizardry

Picture this: traversing landscapes where every twist and turn reveals unexpected wonders, transforming the ordinary into the extraordinary. BeeWizTravel encourages its community to approach travel with a touch of wizardry, inviting them to seek out enchantment in every moment. From stumbling upon hidden gems in quaint villages to witnessing breathtaking natural phenomena, BeeWizTravelers embrace the magic that permeates their journeys.

BeeWizTravel Tips and Tricks: A Treasure Trove

For those seeking guidance on navigating the world with the finesse of a seasoned explorer, BeeWizTravel offers a treasure trove of tips and tricks. From packing hacks that simplify the logistics to cultural insights that enhance the travel experience, the community willingly shares its collective wisdom. BeeWizTravel becomes not just a source of inspiration but a practical guide for turning travel dreams into reality.

Beyond the Hashtag: A Lifestyle

BeeWizTravel is more than a hashtag; it's a lifestyle. It's an ethos that extends beyond the confines of social media and permeates daily life. Adopting the BeeWizTravel mindset means approaching each day with a sense of adventure, curiosity, and openness to the extraordinary. It's about finding magic in the mundane and embracing the world as a canvas of endless possibilities.

Conclusion:

In a world that often seems routine, BeeWizTravel emerges as a reminder that adventure is not confined to far-off lands—it's a mindset that transforms the everyday into the extraordinary. As we navigate the globe with BeeWizTravel, may our journeys be filled with the sweet buzz of excitement, the wizardry of unexpected discoveries, and the joy of connecting with a global community that shares in the thrill of exploring our wondrous planet. BeeWizTravel isn't just a phrase; it's an invitation to unlock the magic of the world around us.

[rk099]

Wildlife Whispers: Conversations with Creatures of the Wild

In the vast tapestry of nature, a symphony of whispers dances through the rustling leaves, the babbling brooks, and the distant calls of unseen creatures. "Wildlife Whispers" invites us to step into this enchanting realm, where conversations with the creatures of the wild unveil tales of survival, adaptation, and the delicate balance of ecosystems.

Exploring the Language of Nature:

The language of the wild is not one of words but of nuances, coded messages, and symbiotic relationships. In this blog, we embark on a journey to decode the subtle signals exchanged between species, revealing the intricate tapestry of communication that binds the natural world together.

The Eloquent Dance of Bees:

One of the most mesmerizing dialogues unfolds among the bees, whose intricate dances convey precise information about the location of food sources. As these industrious pollinators navigate the air, their movements tell a story of floral abundance and guide their hive mates to nature's pantry.

Echoes in the Forest:

Venturing into the heart of the forest, we encounter the mysterious calls and responses of birds. From melodic songs that declare territory to rhythmic drumming that echoes through the trees, each note is a thread in the avian conversation, a testament to the rich biodiversity that flourishes in the treetops.

Aquatic Conversations:

Beneath the surface, a silent dialogue unfolds in aquatic realms. The flicker of a fish's fins, the subtle changes in water currents, and the luminescence of underwater creatures communicate a world of information. "Wildlife Whispers" takes us into the watery depths, where marine life engages in a silent ballet of survival.

The Wisdom of the Elders:

In the animal kingdom, experience is a teacher, and the older generation passes on invaluable knowledge to the young. Whether it's elephants sharing ancient migratory routes or whales passing down intricate songs through generations, the wisdom of the elders shapes the fate of entire species.

Conservation Through Understanding:

As we eavesdrop on these wildlife whispers, we gain not only a deeper appreciation for the intricate beauty of nature but also a heightened awareness of the fragility of ecosystems. "Wildlife Whispers" becomes a call to action, urging us to tread lightly on the Earth and champion conservation efforts to preserve the delicate conversations that echo through the wild.

In conclusion, "Wildlife Whispers" is an ode to the untamed beauty that surrounds us. It's an invitation to immerse ourselves in the language of the wild, to listen to the whispers that echo through the forests, deserts, and oceans. In these conversations, we discover a profound connection to the natural world, fostering a love and respect that transcends words. Let us embark on this journey together, where the wild speaks, and we, as humble listeners, become part of the grand tapestry of life.

[serenafisher]

Bee Garden Design Document

1. Game Overview:

Purpose/Goal: A relaxing game I would like to play. As a study to improve my game development skills. To render stylized honey and flowers in a painterly way. 

Genre: Idle simulation.

Target Audience: Casual gamers and VR enthusiasts interested in short play sessions.

2. Story & Setting:

Narrative: The player assumes the role of a new beekeeper who aims to unlock six special honeys. The journey involves planting, harvesting, and decoding riddles to determine the correct flowers.

Setting: A tranquil field featuring a beehive and four dedicated plots of land for planting.

3. Gameplay Mechanics:

Core Mechanics: Players plant seeds which grow into flowers. Bees then utilize these flowers to produce honey.

Objectives: Plant seeds, grow flowers, and decipher clues or riddles to produce six distinct honeys.

Challenges: Determine which flowers are necessary for each unique honey and the process for growing them. 

Progression: Unlocking pages in a journal with each new flower grown. Harvested flowers are stored in a vase for viewing.

4. Characters & Entities:

Main Characters/Entities:

Player (First-person perspective): The new beekeeper on a journey to complete their honey collection.

Swarm of Bees: The swarm moves between the hive and the flowers. When the garden is empty, or honey is ready the bees buzz around it. They interact with flowers when collecting pollen.(This is a stretch-goal, they might just be static around the hive)

5. User Interface (UI):

Main UI Elements: Physical notebook (for game menu and progress), alert boxes, indicators for clickable objects.

Controls: Click-based interactions for PC and VR.

6. Art & Design:

Art Style: Painterly styled 3D, inspired by Anna Mason's watercolor flowers. See moodboard for more info. 

Key Assets List:

Environment: Tree, ground, skybox

Props: Hive, notebook, table/shelf for honeys, vases, jars of honey, cursor.

Flowers: Fireweed, Sage, Tupelo, Blueberry, Pumpkin.

Honeys: Fireweed, Sage, Tupelo, Blueberry, Pumpkin, Wildflower.

7. Sound & Music:

Background Music: (Still requires definition - maybe serene nature-inspired music.)

Key Sound Effects:

Planting seeds: Earthy, digging sound.

Harvesting: Gentle plucking sound.

Page turning: Soft flipping sound.

Bees buzzing: Soft, non-intrusive buzzing.

8. Technical Details:

Platform: PC with potential expansion to VR.

Software & Tools: Unity, Photoshop, Substance 3D Painter.

9. Development Timeline:

Pre-production: Oct 22nd 2023 - Nov 31st 2023

Game concept finalization

Initial design sketches

Asset Creation: Nov 14th 2023 - Dec 16th 2023

3D modeling and texturing

Sound sourcing or creation

Core Development: Dec 1st 2023  - Jan 31st 2024

Core mechanic implementation

Playtesting

Finalization and Polishing: Feb 1st 2024 - Feb 12th 2024

Debugging and polishing

Final playtests

Deployment: Feb 12th 2024 - Feb 14th 2024

Finalizing the game build

Portfolio presentation

10. Additional Notes:

Possible Challenges:

Rendering Honey appealingly. Capturing how it reflects light.

Modeling and texturing appealingly stylized plants..

Ensuring VR compatibility if expanded upon.

[birchtreecat]

HEY chat who may be bliinddd the rentry is here https://rentry.co/7669746179757269 as for theories

"we have 19 left!!!" assuming that means 06, and if psychloe was right that means Haruka is dead!!! wowzers <3

"this is why she left"- I'm assuming that is reffering to Miku, seeing as we don't see her in the lineup anywhere!!! and nobody wants to talk about her it seems :3

can we talk groups??? like. what's the difference between A and B? What about the different typings?

Day 7 - Vaccine Group B - Type 3 ✨🍑

Back to your daily vaccines!! I picked out the bandaid myself today, eheh ★ it's so cute~! Finding one like that took a while....

[randomitemdrop]

If you're still bored, how about d100 rumors?

Table of Rumors

So, what are the villagers whispering around the pub? (Adapt as needed to your setting, and remember that rumors aren’t always true)

An infamous item-shop owner is actually a fraud and has no idea what he’s doing

One of the party members is secretly in service to the Dark Lord

One of the party members is secretly in service to the Merchants’ Guild, ensuring that the party keeps having to buy more stuff

The Dark Lord is secretly in service to the Merchants’ Guild and their entire evil plan is a hoax to stimulate the economy

Mimics in service to the Dark Lord have infiltrated the village

The Dark Lord’s secret weakness is Essence of (consult Table of Flavors & Scents)

The Dark Lord’s secret weakness is getting stabbed with a cheap tin dagger

The Dark Lord’s secret weakness is catgirls

The local forest has been infested with Cascadian Tree-Krakens

The local counting-house has been infested with Modrons

The local fishing-hole has been infested with Dire Crawdads

The local lake is secretly home to a Fey woman that gives out swords proclaiming the wielder to be the true king of the land

The local spring is actually a portal to the Plane of Water, but only when activated correctly

A nearby swamp is home to a wish-granting hag

A nearby swamp is home to a reclusive retired bard, once famous across the land

A nearby swamp is home to Shrek

A nearby swamp is actually a bog

Deep in the forest there grows a patch of herbs that will cure any illness or wound

Deep in the forest there grows a patch of herbs that make anything taste good

Deep in the forest there grows a patch of herbs that double your strength for four hours

Deep in the forest there grows a patch of herbs that will kill anything mortal

Deep in the forest there grows a patch of herbs that will get you zonked off your gourd

At the top of a nearby mountain there is a shrine to a forgotten deity from beyond the stars

At the top of a nearby mountain there is a shrine to a long-dead celebrity musician where Bards can learn special spells

A nearby cave is haunted by the ghosts of a massacred army

A nearby cave is haunted by the ghosts of cavemen

Long ago, fleeing royals hid a magic sword up the chimney of one of the local homes

One of the local merchants/tradespeople is actually a psychic vampire that nourishes itself by providing the worst possible customer service

A local farm has a chicken that will grant wishes if you pet it without letting the owner know

The local pub owner was once a bandit and buried treasure under the floorboards

The town drunk knows where a treasure is hidden but will only explain when sober

The town Prohibition Society president knows where a treasure is hidden but will only explain when drunk

The weird old man that lives outside town dresses up as a monster to frighten people off his property

The weird old man that lives outside town dresses up as a monster and has won awards at furry conventions for his monster suits

The local blacksmith’s hammer is enchanted so that he can strengthen armor just by hitting it

The local butcher will buy exotic meats, no questions asked

The local baker’s buns are enchanted so that it is addictive

The local candlestick-maker uses dwarf-tallow

The local cooper is the Queen’s paramour, which is how he's kept his license despite his barrels being absolute rubbish

The local cobbler is assisted by Elves. Nobody seems to know if that means traditional tiny magical spirits or, like, a band of Drow warriors bound to his service

The local nightsoilman is the true Crown Prince, having switched places with a lookalike after getting the idea from an episode of “Wishbone” and/or “Garfield: a Tail of Two Kitties” and/or any of the three different Barbie CGI adventures based around the idea

The local grave-digger kills people when business is slow

The local pie-maker kills people when business is slow

The local oyster-seller is secretly rich off pearls

The local arkwright (maker of chests) is actually a breeder of Mimics

The local carpetmaker is actually a breeder of Trappers

The local schrimpshonger will pay dearly for strange and exotic teeth, the bigger the better

The local relic-keeper is a fake

The local phrenologist is legit, somehow

The local cheesemonger can tell your fortune from the bite patterns you leave in a rind

The local pardoner has a direct line to the Celestial Bureaucracy

The local doctor is a vampire

The local tobacconist has some primo shit in the back that he only brings out if he knows you’re cool

The local town guard used to be an adventurer like you, then he took an arrow in the knee

The local town’s rival tater-hurling team has magic on their side, so the locals are looking for an edge

The local mayor is secretly a witch

The local mayor is secretly an avatar of the Dark Lord

The local mayor is secretly two Halflings with one sitting on the other’s shoulders, having achieved office through a cavalcade of hilarious hijinks and desperate to maintain the ruse

The Royal Palace’s knights are actually just empty suits of armor animated by dark magic

The Royal Palace’s knights are actually just empty suits of armor filled with bees

The Royal Palace’s knights are actually illusions and the building is actually defenseless

Eating raw pork increases your strength, the tainteder the better

Man door hook hand carriage door

Putting out all the lights and speaking a wizard’s name into a mirror five times will open a portal to wherever they are

Living near windmills causes cancer

Electrical shocks cure rheumatism

Goblin saliva cures acne

The smell of Bonnacon dung cures respiratory illness

Giant blood replenishes vitality and cures hangovers

Powdered Tiefling horns are an aphrodisiac

Dwarves lay golden eggs when enraged

Pulling Elves’ ears is good luck

Stealing an adventurer’s helmet is good luck

It’s good luck to ignore Aasimar, pretending they aren’t there

People with even a little bit of Dragon blood in their veins are incapable of lying

Feeding a Halfling is bad luck

Druids are aggressive assholes that try to convince everyone else to become Druids

Orcs are disguised humans

Mind-flayers can actually survive on totally normal food and drink, and they’re just flaying minds to be jerks

People with red hair are werewolves

Kicking a Cleric of a deity besides the one you follow in the butt cures curses

Flossing with the hair from a wizard’s beard cures toothache and gum disease

Church wine can be used to remove any stain

The Chosen One has arisen and can be recognized by (insert trait held by party member)

The Chosen One has arisen and can be recognized by being invulnerable to blades

The Chosen One has arisen and a cutting from their hair is proof against the Plague

Many adventurers are actually thought-constructs without free will, controlled by the whims of giant deities living on a higher plane rolling dice

The Royal Palace is trying to hide from the populace that the world is actually round/flat/cylindrical/toroidal/&c.

The Plague vaccines being provided by the Royal Palace secretly contain Potion of Enfeeble Mind to allow them to control the populace more securely

The local ruins were constructed by Extraplanars (note: if this is already true in your setting, instead the rumor is that the Extraplanars are a hoax by the Royal Palace)

Certain unusual clouds are the product of the Alchemists’ Guild trying to control the weather

The gladiator matches are fixed

A famous bard died years ago and was replaced by a look-alike

A famous bard is hypnotizing people with their music

Zalgo is coming

The world is going to end next year

A major chain of food stalls actually uses bio-alchemically-engineered Oozes instead of real meat

The Holy Books have hidden messages that can be decoded by those that know the secret method

The town charter is secretly a treasure map

https://www.snopes.com/random/

[t0bey]

oooh i have some additional tips for melly!! (tho i wasn't that good but i mained her for... a while so i remember some stuff hehe) - vault windows and palettes as much as you can! the bee's wax makes it faster after that (for the whole match!!) and will help the whole team go through them - deploy your swarm whenever you're stationary in places where the hunter can teleport (so mostly when decoding and at the gate, if you still have it by then), if it happens they'll be slowed down enough for you to gain a few seconds or block at least one hit - rather than just cancelling your swarm after the first hit, recall it to you and leave it behind after a few seconds of flying (preferably in a spot that's also tight, where the hunter can't just go around it)! that way you don't have to wait for the cooldown and you gain some speed while flying (but be careful and don't overuse it since hits take a lot of it away, sometimes it is be best to simply cancel it, especially if you're in an area where you can kite on your own for a while) - this one is directly inspired by bad experiences but don't leave the swarm right in the middle of the window, the vault itself isn't slowed down by it. try to leave some distance between the window and the bees if you want to put them in that kind of area - be aware that some hunter attacks aren't blocked by the swarm... i don't remember which ones exactly but. always an unpleasant surprise to take damage when you thought you were safe. a lot of youtubers have done extensive guides on that so look them up and try to remember the more frequent/annoying ones - and as a more general tip, don't be afraid of using the swarm!! too many matches where i've preserved it to the point of ending with still half of it left when it could've done so much more... of course be careful, especially since hits can take a lot of it down but it's better to use it in its entirety instead of not enough sorry this was a bit long and disorganized i hope it was understandable.... to conclude, most importantly have fun!!!! melly was one of my favorites to play, i loved her mechanics so much so just. fly around even when it's not really necessary you're here to have a good time <3

Ooo thank you! Also taking notes for myself lkjlkjk

[flowerstardrops]

SONGS I THINK HAIKYUU CHARACTERS WOULD LISTEN TO

here are types of songs with descriptions and short playlists that i think haikyuu characters would listen to.

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Slow rhythm, acoustic guitars, quiet beats. A set of melodies that provide an imagery of grassy hills and sunsets. Birds fly across the almost cloudless sky with bees buzzing around trees. It’s cool with the thought of the wind from the west winds brushing against their skin, turning their nose slightly pink which are emphasized from the dewy atmosphere of dawn. They like to listen to songs that bring them peace; be it while doing their work, or resting from the busy life of adulthood.

Best Part (Daniel Caesar, HER)

Oceans & Engines (NIKI)

Rain (Motohiro Hata)

Paris in the Rain (Lauv)

Sparkle (RADWIMPS)

sugawara, tsukishima, yamaguchi, asahi, daichi, kiyoko, yachi, yaku, kunimi, aone, akaashi, shirabu, sakusa, kita, aran, takeda

Heavy and upbeat drums, guitar riffs one after the other, and raspy high notes. They like songs that remind them of the streets after a heavy downpour. It’s wet and darkish, and every area appears muted. Like a dangerous contrast to the life that they live, and they bring themselves the feeling of numbness after walking through a loud place. They like the spirit that comes along with listening to its unique loudness along with its messages. The drums drown into the voices mixed with the bass and the electric guitars, all jam-packed together to form a song that is exhilarating.

Shot In The Dark (AC/DC)

Decode (Paramore)

Brother (Gerard Way)

Dear Maria, Count Me In (All Time Low)

Welcome to the Black Parade (My Chemical Romance)

semi, kyōtani, kawanishi, omimi, tanaka, saeko, coach ukai, tenma udai, fukunaga, terushima

Something slow, yet still loud in a way that is not daunting to listen to for them. There is a prominent rhythm that is discernible. It gives them a feeling of empty streets at 12AM, standing by the still-open ramen places or 24-hour convenience stores. Its aroma and the combined imagery gives them a feeling that is akin to longing and slight nostalgia. These songs they like to listen to are considered upbeat, but frames a deeper underlying meaning that is the opposite of how it sounds.

Rose-Colored Boy (Paramore)

Snap Out Of It (Arctic Monkeys)

Sincerity Is Scary (The 1975)

Milk (The 1975)

The Only Exception (Paramore)

kuroo, kenma, matsukawa, hanamaki, konoha, daisho, izuna, suna, osamu, ginjima

Trumpets, upbeat sounds produced by technology and artificial instruments, and beat drops. The rhythm and the combined sounds make them feel like they're in some nostalgic athletic event like intramurals. It reminds them of the anxiety that they feel that also brings forth an array of sensations, making them want to move. They like the image of the crowds floating around the surface of their minds. The screams, the squeaks of rubber soles against floors, and the smell of salonpas.

High Hopes (Panic! At The Disco)

Victorious (Panic! At The Disco)

Youngblood (5 Seconds of Summer)

Hikariare (BURNOUT SYNDROMES)

Fly High!! (BURNOUT SYNDROMES)

hinata, nishinoya, lev, bokuto, tendō, hoshiumi, koganegawa, oikawa, iwaizumi, kindaichi, taketora

Listens to literally anything. They don’t usually care about listening to music much, but if they do, they’ll even stop to hear catchy commercial music from televisions or radios in their phones. As long as it's decent enough, then they won't skip the station.

ushijima, kageyama

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[marauderundercover]

Taking Chances Ch. 22: Petrichor and Bibliosmia (Library/books)

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Marinette frowned at the rain outside of her window. She had wanted to go to the botanical gardens with Harley and Ivy today. But with the rain, both women decided it would be better to just reschedule. They didn’t want her to get sick. Which, to be fair, was sweet. But still upsetting because she really wanted to go to the gardens. She’d planned on using the plants as inspiration to make something for Ivy.

“Tikki, I’m bored.” She says, looking at her smallest friend. Tikki just looks at her.

“You’ve been stuck inside because of the weather before, Marinette. Why don’t you design?” Tikki suggests. Marinette huffs, flopping back down onto the cushioned window seat.

“But there’s nothing inspiring in my room, Tikki.” She mumbles, before shooting back up. “Do you think any of the boys are here?” She asks.

“Only one way to find out!” Tikki says with a smile, obviously relieved to have avoided any more whining from Marinette. She jumps up, throwing one of Dick’s old hoodies on over her t-shirt. She’d always gotten cold easily, and becoming the holder of the Ladybug Miraculous didn’t help. That, and the manor was cold on a good day- it would probably be freezing with how bad the weather was. She slides down the banister, knowing her Dad was at work and couldn’t yell at her.

“Miss Marinette, if you insist on behaving like your brothers, I will have to resort to treating you like your brothers.” Alfred says with raised eyebrows. But she can sense the smile wanting to break through. She just grins apologetically.

“Sorry, Alfred.” She says. “Speaking of my brothers, are any of them here right now?” She asks. If they’re not, she could probably convince Alfred to bake something with her. As long as she promises not to slide down the banister again.

“I believe Master Jason is in the library. Masters Dick and Damian are in the gym and Master Tim is at Wayne Enterprises with your father.” He says and she hums, thinking. She could go do some training with Dick and Damian, or she could go sit and sketch in the library with Jason.

“Thanks Alfred!” She says, giving him a wide smile before turning and walking down one of the many halls. She glances in open doors as she walks. Despite having lived here for nearly a month, she still got lost going anywhere other than her room, the dining room, the kitchen, and the Batcave. They were kind of the places she’d gone the most. She could also easily find her dad’s study and the main sitting room, most of the time. But the library wasn’t really a place she’d spent a lot of time in. And while she loved Dick and Damian, she also knew that they hadn’t gotten time to hang out just the two of them in a while. She’d talked to Dick before, about how when their dad was missing, he was basically Damian’s father. She knew that bonds like that didn’t just go away, knew that neither boy wanted it to. So she figured she’d just annoy Jay instead of barging in on the others’ bonding time.

Finally finding the library, she grins. Pushing the cracked door open a little more, she moves into the room, jaw dropping. The floor to ceiling bookshelves were packed. There were huge overstuffed couches, and the large windows had window seats attached- perfect little reading nooks. Quickly making a mental note to come to the library more, she starts to search for Jay. She knew he had to be in here. Alfred is never wrong. She grins when she spots him, sitting in what looked like an insanely uncomfortable position, but one she knew from experience was the best.

“Whatchya reading?” She asks, walking over and getting comfortable on the couch next to him.

“<i>Pride and Prejudice<i>.” He says, continuing reading for a moment before putting a little scrap of paper in the book and shutting it. “What’s up, Pixie Pop?” He asks, looking at her with a grin. Marinette sighs dramatically and moves so that she’s upside down on the couch.

“It’s raining. And I was supposed to go to the gardens with Ivy and Harley but they canceled because of my ‘health’ and they were ‘concerned’.” She says with a pout.

“And you decided the library was the best place to curb your boredom? No offense kid, but you don’t seem like the type to read.” He says and she huffs.

“I like books! It’s just-” She pauses, remembering the way Lila had teased her for it back in Paris. Her classmates hadn’t joined in, not really. They’d just agreed that she was a little odd.

“You okay, Pix?” Jason asks, his earlier grin replaced with a slightly concerned look. Marinette winces and nods.

“Yeah it’s- I can read. I swear I can. But when I’m looking at a book, or an article or anything with a lot of text, it gets hard to pick out the pieces. Things just kind of swirl together and then I can’t decode it and I get frustrated and just stop reading. It sucks, ‘cause I do like books. I listen to audiobooks while doing commissions.” She rambles, stopping and turning red. Though that may be from hanging upside down on the couch. Sighing, she sits up and shrugs. “Sorry I’m so weird.” She says. Jason’s face morphs into a scowl.

“Just ‘cause you learn differently doesn’t mean you’re weird, kid. Just means you’ve got your own style. Don’t let any of those little shits you go to school with tell you differently.” He says, reaching out and ruffling her hair. She smiles at him, a genuine happy smile. She was so relieved that he didn’t think she was weird. Or stupid. Lila had thrown that word around. That one hurt. Marinette prided herself on her quick thinking and cleverness. And her grades. They were some of the best in the class! So for Lila to call her stupid…

“Pixie.” Jason says, drawing the nickname out in a sing-song voice. She looks at him and raises an eyebrow. “You were zoned out, kid. So, was there something ya wanna do?” He asks. Marinette glances down at the book in his hand and frowns.

“I don’t wanna keep you from reading. I can just sit in here with you. I’ll probably end up grabbing my sketchbook.” She says. Jason waves in a ‘no big deal’ motion.

“I’ve read this book a million times.” He reassures her. She glances at the cover again, realizing it’s not one she’s really heard much about before.

“What’s it about?” She asks. “I’ve never read it.” Jay’s face morphs into a huge grin.

“You said you like listening to books, right?” He asks. She nods. “Well, then settle in because I’m going to read to you.” He says proudly with a grin.

“Oh, you really don’t-” She tries to say. She didn’t want to make him read to her. That was not-

“Oh but I want to.” He says, effectively cutting off her mental ramble before she can complete her meltdown. “Listen Pix, this is one of my favorite books. If you go listen to some dumb audio book, you won’t get my commentary. Trust me, this is the best way for you to read the book.” He says and she snorts, shaking her head lightly.

“Okay, Jay, let’s read a book.”

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Finally arriving home after being stuck at the office, Bruce sets off to find his daughter. Since his apology a few days ago, he’d attempted to make an effort to check in on her and see how she was doing. He tried to also do the same with the boys, but they had all given him odd looks, so he didn’t continue. He checks her room, the Batcave, the sitting room- nothing. He finally decides to check the kitchen. If he had to guess, she’d be there baking with Alfred. He walks in and sees Alfred, but no Marinette.

“Good evening, Alfred. Have you seen Marinette?” Bruce asks, silently hoping she hadn’t left the planet again.

“I believe she’s in the library with Master Jason.” Alfred says and Bruce blinks in surprise. He’d never seen her read a book before, while Jason always had a book on him. He supposed it could be a hobby of hers that he just hasn’t noticed. Or, she could have just followed Jason. Which seems more likely. The two of them were all but attached at the hip ever since the Gala. It was surprising, but at the same time welcoming. Thanking Alfred quickly, he walks towards the library. He’d just say hi and leave. No need to make them stop reading if they were having fun. Gently pushing open the library door he walks in and pauses at the sight. Marinette had wrapped herself in a blanket and was almost sitting on the edge of the couch, leaning forward with an intense look of concentration on her face. Jason had his legs swung over the arm of the couch and was reading out loud. Immediately recognizing the book as Jason’s favorite, Bruce slowly leaves the library, careful not to let the door slam. He’d have the chance to talk to Marinette later, but for now, he’d let the two continue reading in peace.

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I posted 5,793 times in 2022

That's 1,350 more posts than 2021!

87 posts created (2%)

5,706 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@guerrillatech

@satan-incarnate-666

@thebestdecoder

I tagged 151 of my posts in 2022

#shut up maxim - 63 posts

#ask game - 31 posts

#oc timur - 14 posts

#crow! - 7 posts

#smokey😻 - 7 posts

#bee 🐝 - 6 posts

#<< previous tag - 6 posts

#nice anon - 5 posts

#decoder! - 5 posts

#anon ask - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 78 characters

#i knew this was gonna happen when that dude found the unmasked ghost game file

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

HIM AND HIS SLUTTY. LITTLE. OUTFITS.

God, he's such a slut and don't get me started on his outfit

7 notes - Posted February 17, 2022

#4

Timur and Kravchenko Werewolf AU

A broken window, blood all over the floor and bloodied footprints leading to the kitchen, that's what Kravchenko saw as he carefully followed them, gun in hand, ready to shoot down whoever dared to break into his home.

"stop right there!"- he yelled, pointing his gun at the furry humanoid figure that towered over him, coated in blood. "I swear to God- What did you do this time, Timur?!"

He placed his gun at the counter, watching as the creature lowered itself to look him in the eyes, giving him an apologetic look.

Kravchenko let out a sigh - "The puppy eyes won't work this time, you're cleaning this once you shift back"

Ok I'm not doing only three sentences- I hope you don't mind E, I got carried away

8 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

#3

I mean, your current favorite character XD

Oh- I'm getting old sorry

Definitely @hauerr77-and-a-dream 's OC Zasha

I love them so much, their story is so interesting and I def wanna see more about it (but I'm kinda lazy rip)

And if that doesn't count, probably Perseus or Stitch

9 notes - Posted May 1, 2022

#2

Me waiting for discord to let me log in so I can talk with the loves of my life

11 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Zasha & Timur - coffee shop AU

"For the love of God! Just give them your number already" - Kapano practically begged - "you two are flirting for MONTHS, stop being a pussy!". Timur sigh, he's been at it all day long. First of all they were not flirting, they were just friends, Timur admired how hard Zasha worked to raise their niece on their own. As he opens his mouth to give his friend a snarky response the door bell echoes through the empty coffee shop.

"Welcome to Perseus, make yourself at home" - he turned around to see who it was ans sure enough, it was them - "Hello Timur! I'll have the usual, please" - they said, sitting down and resting their head on the counter, they looked exhausted. Their hair was messy and they had deep, dark circles around their eyes, Timur felt bad for them so he decided to do something nice.

He placed the coffee on the counter besides them, along with a croissant and a cupcake- "this one is on the house and no, I won't hear it. The cupcakes is for the little one" - Zasha tried to protest but Timur just wouldn't budge, he started getting ready to close as Zasha finished their coffee.

".....So, would you like to uh- hang out sometime?"

He smiled - "I would love too"

Brooooo, I re-wrote that five times but I'm happy with the outcome

12 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

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