#but you cant have a job where the only requirement is to have your own car be paid significantly more than

[elevenrosee]

nothing more degrading and humiliating than looking for a job just kill me fr

[cy-cyborg]

Tips for wring amputees: its ok if your amputee can't repair their own prosthetics

There's a trope in fiction for amputees to always be these mechanical geniuses who can make and repair their own prosthetics, endlessly tinkering away and improving them. This isn't a particularly trope, and i dont think its harmful or anything, but in reality, prosthetics are REALLY, REALLY complicated, and a lot of amputees cant do their own repairs. And thats ok. Like, prosthetic creation and repair is way, way harder than I think people expect. Well outside the skillset of your standard mechanic, handy man or craftsperson.

People who make and repair prosthetics are called prosthetists. To become a prosthetist, most countries around the world today require you to have completed a bachelor's degree in specifically in prosthetics and orthotics, which covers not only how to make a prosthetics (and orthodics) but a great deal of medical knowledge, physics, how different forces impact "non-standard" bodies, the additional biological wear-and-tear that comes with being an amputee and so much more. This will qualify you to do the job of fitting/making the prosthetic socket (the part that attaches to your body) and putting premade components together to make a functioning device. On top of this, many prosthetists are also expected to have artistic skills, sewing skills, good physical strength and dexterity, IT skills, and more recently, knowledge of 3D modelling and printing.

You want to make all the high-tech components the prosthetists put together to make the full prosthetic? The requirements for that vary country to country, but most will require at least some level study in the field of engineering and/or medicine, on top of what was already required for the prosthetics course.

The reason for all this is because even "basic" prosthetics are extremely finicky, and messing up one thing will have a domino effect on the rest of the body, especially in more complicated prosthetics. It can also result in people getting severally injured if anything is even slightly off. many leg amputees for example end up with spinal issues due to extremely minor issues with their prosthetic that weren't caught until years later, and by then the damage had been done.

Some amputees do learn to do basic repairs. This is most common in places like the US, where a visit to the prosthetist can cost hundred to thousands of dollars (depending on your insurance), but it's also quite common in rural parts of countries like Australia, where cost isn't an issue but access is due to vast distances between major cities. I was personally in this category; as a kid, my nearest prosthetist was 6 hours away. My prosthetist was able to teach my dad, who later taught me, how to do some of the simple repairs, but we still needed to go in every few weeks for the more complex stuff (Kids prosthetic need more adjusting than adults because they're still growing. Also I was rough on my prosthetics and broke them a lot lol).

But even after being taught how to do repairs and having my prosthetics for 20+ years, I only ever did these sorts of repairs to my below-knee prosthetic. I will not do any repairs of any kind to my above knee leg, which is much more technologically complex. Every time I tried, I made it worse to the point where the leg was unusable. I just leave those repairs to the guy who went to university to learn how to do it, and sometimes even he needs to send it off to someone with even more specialist knowledge when it's really badly messed up lol. Last time that happened Australia post lost the package. Not really relevant to this post, I just find the idea of it being sent to the wrong place by accident hilarious, it was one of my more realistic legs too so someone probably had a heart attack when they opened that package lmao.

Anyway, back on track lol.

This isn't even touching on the fact that on some more advanced prosthetics, many features are actually locked behind a security barrier only prosthetists can access. My prosthetic knee has an app on my phone I can pair it to, that allows me to change certain settings and swap between certain modes for different activities that tell the leg to change its behaviour depending on what I'm doing (e.g. a mode for running, a mode for cycling etc). but most of the more in-depth settings I can't access, only my prosthetist can, and he can only gain access to those settings with a security key given to him by the manufacturing company that requires him to provide proof of his credentials to receive it. I don't really agree with this btw, something about being locked out of my own leg's settings makes me feel a bit of an ick, but it's set up like this because people used to be able to access these settings and they would mess with things to the point their leg was virtually unusable. Because altering one setting had a domino effect on all the others, and a lot of folks weren't really paying attention to what they were messing with, all their prosthetists could do was factory reset the whole leg, which causes some issues too. Prosthetic arms are often similarly complex, as I understand it and have similar security barriers in place for more advanced arms. I don't know for sure though, so take that with a grain of salt.

All this to say these are incredibly delicate, finicky and complex pieces of equipment. There's nothing wrong with having a techy amputee character who can do their own repairs, but in reality, that is pretty rare, and its ok to have your character need to see a prosthetist or someone more knowledgeable than them. It's a part of the amputee experience I don't see reflected very often in media. In fact, the only examples I can think of in fiction (meaning not stories based on real people) where this is reflected are Full metal alchemist.

technically I think Subnautica Below Zero also mentions prosthetists are a thing in that world, but its a very "blink and you'll miss it" kind of thing...in fact I did miss it until my last playthrough lol.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

feeling generous

words: 1.3k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, dubcon!!, blackmail!!, blowjob, cum eating???, voyeurism, public sex, car crash but like its in a parking lot lol, pogue!/broke!reader

“shit, shit, shit.” you groan, quickly putting the car into drive and moving a few feet, cringing when you hear the crunch of metal coming undone. you throw the car into park and hop out to see your worst fears actualized.

“are you fucking blind?” the shout makes you jump. you didn't even realize that the owner of the car was sat in the driver's seat.

“im-im so so sorry.” you shake your head quickly, surveying the damage. you caught their back bumper with your own, the red paint from their car flaking onto your silver one. “i-i didn't see how close-”

“no shit you didn't see! jesus fucking christ, do you know how expensive this car is?” he shouts, standing to his full height and slamming the car door closed. you don't know how much the car is, but judging by the look of it and the man driving it, certainly not cheap. “this is a custom paint job too.” 

he places his hands on his hips, eyes shifting between glaring at the ruined back end of his car and you.

“insurance and id. now.” he huffs out. “before i call the cops.”

your eyes widen. you have the minimum required insurance, and even that payment is killing you, there's no way you'll be able to afford it if you get an increase for a crash.

“can i pay you out of pocket?” you offer, clearing your throat, trying to keep a level head.

“no way you're able to afford it.” his eyes turn towards your car. it's old, a junker, but gets you around fine enough. and best part, it was free, a hand me down after your grandma bought a newer car.

“i-i probably cant, but i can't afford the insurance increase either and i- we can work something out. please.” you don't care how pathetic it is, you'll get down on your knees in the parking lot if you have to. you're not beyond begging and pleading.

he looks you up and down before grunting, heading back towards his car. your feet spring into action, grabbing onto his wrist, not wanting him to reach for his phone.

“no, please, sir-”

“rafe.” he says, hand twisting so now he's the one holding your wrist. “my name is rafe.”

“oh.” you blink up at him before responding. “my name is y/n”

“you shouldn't have told me.” rafe holds his hand up. “in case i change my mind. you're lucky im feeling generous today.”

“oh my god, thank you so much!” you feel tears well up in your eyes.

“don't thank me yet, darling.” his gaze turns dark as he looks down at you, only now realizing how tall he is, how he towers over you.

“what do you mean?” you question.

rafe takes your hand gripped tightly in his fist, turning it and bringing it down to place it on his crotch. your eyes widen when he moves your fingers back and forth over his shorts, stroking along your length.

“i- what are you doing?” you try to pull your hand away, but he's holding on too tightly.

“it's either this or we can get insurance involved.” rafe looks at you, the shiny lip gloss smeared over your mouth. you may be a broke pogue, but your mouth should be good enough to please him, to ease some of the tension from getting his car hit.

“im not a prostitute.” you say, certainly not meaning this when offering to work something out.

“yet you're gonna get on your knees and suck me off. or i call the cops.”

“right here?” you look around the parking lot. it's pretty empty, but it's the middle of the day, the sun shining down on you, making the illicit act obvious to anyone who looks between where your two cars are parked.

“yeah.” he shrugs, pressing your hand harder into his crotch. he's obviously hard, seemingly almost painfully so.

you look back to the damage, the cherry red color that you're sure isn't stock, and then sink down to your knees. rafe smirks down at you as he drops his hand away from your wrist, light purple bruises already forming.

you gulp and resolve yourself to what you're about to do, tugging at his zipper before undoing the button on his shorts. you open up the flaps, eyes widening when you take in his length through his underwear.

rafe chuckles before pushing the elastic down to pull his cock out, exposing it to the warm summer air.

“suck.” he simply commands.

you open your mouth, taking an experimental lick at his tip, surprised that the taste isn't completely repulsive. you lick again before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock.

“come on.” he spurs you on. “do it good or ill cum in your mouth and still make you pay.”

the threat has you moving quickly, sinking down onto his cock, closing your eyes so you don't have to see rafe looking down at you. he may be attractive, but you're still getting forced to do this. 

“ahh, that's good.” he groans as you set a quick pace, bobbing your head up and down. you pray no one pulls into this part of the parking lot or looks your way. you'd be absolutely mortified to be seen on your knees for a man in the middle of the day, not even going into his car to suck him off.

rafes hands grip your hair, pulling them into two makeshift pigtails.

he lets you stay in control for a while longer before he gets sick of you sucking him off however you please. he shoves his hips forward, causing you to gag when his cock buries deep in your throat.

rafe doesn't give you time to recover, thrusting while holding your head still by the hair, tears now streaming down your eyes as he pushes in then out, in then out.

“fuck, you're actually good.” rafe chuckles. just his luck the dumb bitch who hit his car gives good head, your throat tightening as you swallow around him with every thrust.

you feel the combination of drool and tears drip down your chin, hoping rafe cums soon so this can end.

you place your hands on his thighs as your knees dig into the pavement. your jeans are going to be completely ruined by the time rafe is done with you, but at least you'll have money to buy a new pair.

you feel rafes cock swell in your mouth, your eyes widening to look up at him, the sun behind his head, illuminating him in a perfect halo, but he's no angel.

rafe pulls his cock out before he can cum. you stick your tongue out, knowing exactly what to expect as rafe strokes himself quickly, moaning as if he doesn't care about being seen as his cock shoots out ropes of white cum onto your face and awaiting tongue.

he taps the tip against your tongue, smearing it through the mess of white. “kiss it.”

it's humiliating, but not any more than what just happened. you pucker your lips and press a kiss to the tip of his cock, seeing that it's already beginning to soften.

rafe tucks his cock back in as you pant on the ground, hands coming to your thighs as you try to gain composure.

“hey.” rafes voice has you looking back up, your eyes widening when you see he's got his phone now, taking a picture of your disheveled state, face still covered in his cum.

“what was that for?” you shout.

“part of your repayment in case you ever try to go back on our agreement.” you understand what rafe means. in case you try to tell anyone he forced you into it.

rafe smiles when the look of acceptance sinks into your features as you resign to your fate. he bends down, looking you in the eye before his tongue presses against your jaw, dragging up your cheek, tracing the trail of your tears, not caring that he also tastes his own cum on his tongue. 

“see you around.” he smirks, swallowing your tears dramatically as he gets into his car, speeding away before you even get your knees off the ground.

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[ginkgo-phyta]

I'm back again 😅

Hopefully, I'm not the only person with this opinion, but how do you think Spencer would react if his significant other told him that they thought he looked hot with his bulletproof vest on? 👀

omg is this injured spencer request anon?? I NEED TO KNOW im so sorry if it's not tho, whoever you are thank you so much for coming back!! i love you with all my heart you should use a special emoji as like ur own lil signature! :D

okay so i wanted to try blurb(?) format but mmm okay not really cuz just a wall of text was stressing me out but this is def more informal than my other work (look no capital letters!) and because i love you so much i present two scenarios for you :P... i cant fight this feeling anymore guys he rlly is so hot in his vest im becoming my most feral self grrrrr RAH RAH ALRIGHT hope you enjoy, my love!

OKAY SO SPENCER REACTING TO YOU TELING HIM HE'S HOT IN HIS FBI VEST gn! reader, fluff, second scenario a little steamy in tone but nothing explicit just h*rny vibes, no other warnings

if you weren't a profiler: you'd never thought about it before- spencer in his bulletproof vest. sure, you knew that his job required him to go into sticky situations where the prospect of gunfire was imminent and he would have to wear proper equipment, but you never put two nd two together. you never even thought of a kevlar vest as something that could be hot...until you saw a picture of him wearing it.

"what the hell is that." you blurt out, voice serious with hints of concern.

"huh?" spencer's as clueless as ever, a little worried about your reaction. he was just showing you random photos his team members had taken over the years, all printed out for easy viewing courtesy of the ever-so-accommodating penolope garcia. someone had taken a pic of a beautiful lake where the bau had saved yet another victim, the sun dipping below the horizon line of pine trees, painting the sky purple and pink. "um...the sunset?" spencer was confused, "i guess maybe it was kinda a weird time to take a photo, but no one was hurt and we caught the unsub and the sky really did look-"

you cut off his rambling with a wave of your hand, eyes never leaving the photo in front of you, "no, no...what's that." you point to what you were talking about, a figure standing off to the side.

spencer takes a minute, becoming even more bewildered "...me?" in that moment your world changed.

"oh my god... "you whispered in a daze, firmly pulling the picture out of spencer's fingers and into your own, "what...what are you wearing?"

"honey what's wrong? it's just my bulletproof vest. i know it might look a little funny, but it, y'know, keeps me alive..." he scratches the back of his neck. a couple seconds of silence pass, but to spencer it feels excruciatingly long.

"spencer," you look at up at him deadpan "you look so fucking hot." to say your boyfriend was shocked would be an understatement.

he was absolutely blown away by your response, so much so that the way his face contorted looked borderline disgusted. "wha-what?? huh? what?" he clamored, eyes flitting over your face to find any sign you were joking.

"seriously, baby, you look so good. oh, my God!!" you almost shriek, gripping the picture tighter, the widest, dumbest grin pulling up your cheeks as you giggle like a schoolgirl.

spencer smiles at your reaction, still a little perplexed "you really think so?" the notion begins to sink into his bones, making him giddy.

you very enthusiastically nod your head, "are there any more pictures of you like this?" you rip the rest of the photos out of spencer's hands, scouring through them at light speed. out of nowhere, spencer laughs out loud, his nose scrunching in delight.

"i...don't know what to say. i'm flattered you think that," a wonderful blush shimmers over his cheeks, "but no i don't think there are. sadly." he playfully adds.

you stop all movements, slowly turning towards him, suspiciously calm. "well then," you grab your phone and suddenly stand up "looks like i'll just have to ask penelope for some!"

"wait! wait, no!" spencer calls after you as you start speed-walking away, your shirt barely escaping his fingertips. he yells out your name, his serious tone interrupted by a giggle of his own as he begins chasing you, "get back here!" he knows: garcia can never ever find out about this...

if you were a profiler: you had seen spencer don his FBI branded bulletproof vest hundreds of times over the years. although you had pined over him for years and were now finally in a relationship with him, seeing him like that didn't make you feel any type of way really. sure, you thought he looked strong and handsome, but most of the time you were too caught up in the case or situation at hand to focus on how he looked. until now. something had shifted in him in the last few months, not just with his ever-changing haircut, but within the way he held himself; more confident, more sure of himself, even more cocky, if you will. whatever it was, it drew your eyes to him in his tight little vest like a lightbulb draws in moths- instantly and continuously. it all came to a head when you caught the unsub responsible for drowning and resuscitating his victims until they couldn't be brought back to life. spencer dove into the lake with emily to apprehend the killer while you had helped the kid he had hostage reunite with his mother. you smiled at the scene in front of you, the teenager running into his mother's shaking arms, her holding him close in a tight embrace. another good ending, you thought to yourself before turning back to watch your fellow profilers make the arrest. suddenly, you mouth goes dry. there spencer reid stood; soaking wet, clothes sticking to his skin, chest rising and falling as he panted to catch his breath, his hand pushing his wet hair out of his face. and that stupid, goddamn kevlar vest. oh, fuck. the others walked away from the dock to situate everyone and themselves in respected vehicles that sat back on the road a few hundred feet away from where you currently were. as spencer moved to follow behind emily, hands trying to flick the water off of him, your gaze stopped him in his tracks. he stood there, a bit confused as to why you were walking towards him, seemingly entranced, instead of beelining behind everyone else.

he spoke out your name, but you remained silent, stopping just a couple feet away from him. you took him in one more time: the way his shirt became translucent, granting you with peeks of his skin; his sleeves rolled up, showing off his delicious forearms; the way his soaked pants choked his thick thighs. you became woozy with desire. spencer watched as your eyes dragged over his figure, drinking in every inch of his dripping body. "oh, baby..." you voice drawled out as soon as your gaze landed on his bulletproof vest, "you're absolutely soaking wet." spencer's eyebrows shot up his forehead at the suggestive twinkle in your timbre. you approached him further, chest just inches away from his. if he wasn't so intrigued by your reaction, he would have been a bit more cautious of lingering teammates. your hands came up to ghost over his vest, "did i ever tell you how good i think you look in this?" you looked up at him through your lashes.

spencer chuckled, "in the bulletproof vest?" you nodded in response, but spencer still couldn't really believe it. "uh, no, actually, you haven't." his eyes glinted at the way you bit your lip, his hands moving on their own accord to rest on your hips. you could feel droplets of water seep into the material and lick your skin, but you didn't give a rat's ass.

"well, you do." you whisper, hands wrapping around the back of his neck as you pull yourself up to press a kiss to his lips, "really, really good." your mouth moves enticingly with his.

"oh? is that so?" he whispers against your lips, diving back in, his fingers digging in your hips. he graciously kisses you for a moment before it dawns on him that you're both still at work- in an active crime scene, at that. "mmh, mmh!" he vocalizes between kisses as he tries to move his head back a smidge. his eyes peak open just enough to see if anyone else was around. your lips are addicting, rendering him unable to fully tell you to stop, unable to fully pull away himself. he's relieved when he spots no one. still, he know this is far from appropriate. spencer's hands move up your body to wrap around your wrists behind him, pulling them away from him and the same time he pulled away from you, "okay, okay!" he breathes out with a chuckle, "i believe you now" he tries to catch his bearings, but your pouting face causes him to laugh again

"spencerrrr," you groan at the loss of your beloved's kisses and he turns you around and pushes you towards the spot where the others vanished, walking behind you with his hands on your shoulders, your body held at an arm's distance.

"let's go, angel." his words brought out a hmph! from you. "we can do more of that later at home" he whispers, leaning in ever-so-slightly.

you turn your head back to get a glimpse of him, your eyes and smile equally wide with excitement, "can you bring the vest with you?!"

A/N: OKAYYYY lemme stop myself before things get filthy LOL do yall know which episode im referring to in the second scenario? that end scene will always get me my eye are GLUED to spencer the entire time GODDAMN. okay anyway i hope you liked this anon!!! pls tell me yalls thoughts <3

[fablepaint]

I don’t know if I’m allowed to ask anything here, but I wanted to know something. How is it like being a director of an animation? What’s your ideology when it comes to directing?

Messages anytime all the time

caffeinecaffeinecaffeine

body exhausted, enforces its own breaks

hard to go out, ever

STRESSSSS

MAAATHHH

wheredidmybraingo?

*smashed body part* thatll heal up finnnne. i dont have time for doctor!

ohgoddontfuckitup dontbeTHATguy ohfuckohshit

i love my partner i cant believe he puts up with this

hug every pet. theyre my emotional sponges.

manic creative spurts followed by sheepish anxiety.

PaPERWORK

hurry up and wait, times a thousand.

hope you like data sheets!

delegateDAMMIT

And thats when it's running smoothly!

otherwise my approach is to try and reflect the best examples of leadership and guidance IRL ive experienced. Mostly, from quality college professors Ive known. Tom Sito in particular exemplified a lot of what i strive to be. He was also formerly guild president and i think teaching your crew to view themselves as a collective that supports each other is vital to ensuring not just that they work together well, but also should anyone try to take advantage of them, they'll curbstomp them. I want them to be capable even in my absence, beyond the project, and able to run their own projects competently in the future.

i should be the one who guides and educates people into giving what's needed for the shot. Pain and blood are unwanted elements in that recipe. Theyre distractions and energysappers, red flags of a problem not a badge of honor.

Ideally, i barely have to do more than gently steer the work. And if ive communicated what im looking for effectively, theyre all plenty good at doing the work without me hovering over them.

if the work needs more guidance than that, then i roll up my sleeves and dive in as well. And figure out what the problem was, log it, and let that educate everyone else too (good documentation is essential).

i try to exhaust every option i have before blaming the person working on it for all the issues. Sometimes that is the problem, but even then i need to approach it neutrally and ask what human solution is required then. Do they need a break? was this not the right shot for them? is their way of processing the communication different than i expected? is there a translation problem?

in which case give people space to figure out some of that without judgement. Sometimes that means leaving for a bit, or permanently. But dont chase them. Just let them have their own life.

The only things i cant abide by are lack of communication that results in putting stress on the rest of the team. Consistent lying about availability and ball dropping despite constant outreach means someone has to pick up the slack without enough time or energy stocked up to take on the extra work. Anything that ends up exacerbating stress makes me upset.

But even then, it's still my job to spot the signs of this and make necessary adjustments before it becomes a problem. Including identifying where I made a miscalculation in hiring.

The buck always ALWAYS stops with me. I have the power to adjust the system to make it better, which means i gotta have a good grasp on that system.

[vanrougenui]

the mischaracterization of idia shroud should be NO must be studied under the microscope because its absolutely crazy

these so called 'idia fans' have such unbelieveable takes about the poor boy i feel disgusted

the issue with a big portion of the twst fandom is that you guys are illiterate obvious things about the characters just goes over the heads of some of you

most people dont reach book 6 to read it and they dont read card stories properly OR at all idk and just base their views and opinions of the character they like from things they have seen on internet from like one glance and thats it

twisted wonderland characters are so multifaceted, so well written. they have so many things about them, complex backstories and personalities that people just choose to ignore and base their perception of them on outdated tropes and clichés

this not only affects idia but every character in the game but i noticed it the most with idia which baffles me because book 6 does such a good job at developing him as a character. we see how he is, his relationship with ortho, how he is ready to give up everything for something he loves so dearly, yet the fandom just reduces him to some 'perverted otaku creep' thats is just bewildering i am so perplexed with this

idia is someone who has a big heart. yes, he is a shut in loser who cant get close to people and struggles with human connections but can you blame him? he knows his fate, he knows he will have to deal with something that was not up to him to decide. in his childhood he lost the very person that he loved the most and made him happy, yet he blamed himself for it, while he was just a curious child who grew up in a secluded environment. he wanted to be the hero to his younger brother but he lost him and was never able to get over the guilt of that. and you guys call this guy a pervert? okay, when in the story does he act like a pervert then? HE DOESNT YEAH.

these weird fetishes people like to have really harm the characters. by just reading the vignettes you can learn so much about the characters, while most of you guys just come up with most insincere phony claims about them. okay you might not have the card to read it (which is a lame excuse everything is on the internet if you want to you can find it and read it) and yes going through the main story can be hard (which is also a lame ass excuse if you level up cards and can pass everything very easily) BUT LIKE THE EVENTS EXIST they dont require shit all you have to do is prettily sit and read and do lessons which is the bare minimum.

i think many of you just forget that twisted wonderland is a visual novel where you have to read dialouges yeah? and not just look at the character and say 'OH YOU I KNOW YOU ARE AN IDIOT AND YOU YOU WILL BE THE CREEPY YANDERE' stop that because of you guys people who get into this game just develop wrong opinions on characters.

dont get me started on fanfiction that mischaracterizes everyone...

i will not say no more this already ended up way too long and for your own good dont mischaractrize the twst characters or i might show up in your at 3am god knows

[stateswscarlet]

heyyyy! First of all I just wanted to say that you are so eloquent and informative in the way you speak about the law and I really appreciate your tough love approach. I’m reaching out because I feel utterly stuck. For the past two years (when I first discovered the law) I have been trying (and I use this word only for clarity purposes) to manifest my dream life and seemingly failed at every turn (no sp - in fact he feels farther away than ever, no financial freedom, anxiety and intrusive thoughts, etc) I feel like I am in a limbo world rn where I understand how the law works, what is required of me (changing self) but nothing seems to change. I feel scared that this is all in vain that at the end of the day I am wasting my time and energy. That I should just move on. But that feels like quitting and I HATE quitting. I just feel like I’m on the precipice of it all clicking but I don’t know how to get myself to that point.

I understand you get asks probably just like this one all the time. Thank you for all you do in this community. You’re truly the best 💋🩵🥹🤍

thank you so much for your kind words, im glad my approach has helped you! you say you seemingly fail at each turn... who is deciding that? the 3D? you looking AT the 3D and going "yup! this neutral situation means my manifestation didnt happen/isnt happening!" you say you know what is required of you and know you have to change self, but also said nothing seems to change which I assume you mean internally nothing has shifted (which is why your reality is the way it is). If you had truly changed self and remained true to that FOR YOURSELF and NOT to see it in the 3D, you wouldnt be sending this ask. How is it wasting your time and energy when: 1. manifestation is effortless, natural, and your very being 2. manifestation is instant the very second you assume you have something 3. you are doing this for YOUR OWN wellbeing and fulfillment 4. this is NOT a process, this is not a job you get rewarded for the more time and energy you put in you have to go to the root for why you feel so bound to the 3D. the only reason why you feel this way is because somewhere deep down you use the 3D for validation and when "nothing happens" you think youer doing something wrong or that all of this is in "vain" because you never actually grasped what fulfillment means to you. fulfillment isnt doing something in imagination and trying to feel good because you think it will reflect by doing so. it means choosing yourself despite everything else and not letting a mirror decide who YOU are. I cant tell you if you should move on or not, that isnt anyones decision but yours. read this thread for more info on moving on. i would suggest you reevaluate where your focus and intentions have been if you continue this journey because i guarantee youve been returning to the 3D more often than you think and basing your "movement" off a mirror when the mirror looks at YOU for validation. what is required FOR YOU to change self? ask yourself this question and be honest.

[whatifwekilledgodandwebothgirls]

And another thing, harry potter had TERRIBLE world building . Im not talking about the " centuars are considered basically animals despite having sentience " im not talking about " the only jobs for wizards are wizard cop , teacher , and owner of fucked up little shop " . Im talking about how the magic system is built around unstackable magic .

See the way i personally belive that the most fun magic systems are the ones where you get increasingly powerful by stacking spells on top of eachother . For exapmle taking a simple spell about moving water and stacking a bunch of other more spesific spells on top to make it applicable to human blood or something . ALSO , the ones that are about stackable knowlage, ie getting more and more deep knowlage about a spesific subject so you can get better at it . In harry potter , they have SOME conplicated spells sure , but they require memorization to learn , not any real craftsmanship. Its just plain remembering words of a page , the mage cant make their own spells by being clever or by combining spells . It takes the complexity out of spell casting . FURTHERMORE even if you HAVE taken the time to learn all those cool spells , like hermione has , it still doesnt FUCKING matter . It doent matter . Harry potter , who knows like one spell , is still able to hold his grownd as much as her . I genuenly dont know why or how harry is a good wizard . Im geussing it has to do with like how magical a person in by nature? I cants pinpoint what skill exactly magic uses . ALSO the whole wands making you more powerful thing is kinda based but only if each character made their own wands. If you wanna make them go into little shops (which i applaud, its really cool ) you gotta make wands irrelevant .

NOW . EVEN IF I FORGOT ALL OF THIS , even if i forgot how bulshit the spells are , i cant give up on this one minor detail . There isnt a distinctive spell languge . All the spells are in this wierd latin english hybrid . Alright . Fine . Im ok with that , upset about it , but i will live . WHY in the abselute FUCK dont they TAKE LATIN CLASSES. WHY DONT THEY TEACH LATIN IN THE FUCKING SCHOOL . They had the most RANDOM fucking classes . Why dont the do latin , even just a single class . It bothers me increadebly much . They have time to learn how to handle animals , youre telling me they dont have time to learn THE LANGUGE THEIR SPELLS ARE WRITTEN IN ?

Anyway . War and hate on planet earth . All those big time hollywood writers should hire me to make their worlds more realistic . Her and gorge r r martin are two of the most annoying writers because they both could have had a very well writen series if they just didnt have their head so far up their ass to consider that MAYBE they should devout more than a single thought to their world building. Dont get me started on rr martins fucking plotand how he handles politics . Why cant writers just think

[hearts401]

SOME WORLDBUILDING!!! FOR MY STEAMPUNK/SCI-FI/SPACE STORY!!!

ive hit a wall with the outfits for my steampunk sci-fi space story BUT the inside of the ship is similar to, say, the fortress of meropide in genshin. without all the oceanlike references. the ship itself is massive and its sectioned into floors (i'll sketch this out later </3)

these floors are made to resemble human civilization as closely as possible. they are wide and oval, and in the middle is the giant elevator that takes you floor to floor. on each floor theres a clock hand on the ceiling that tells you which area will be in sleep mode (better name pending. maybe.) in which the area is dark for about five or so hours.

they dont actually record time. you have a curfew bell and you're not required by LAW to go but its reccomended because there is literally 0 light. like walls come up (you can go thru a door to the other areas still) but. theres a wall. theres no light. u need a flashlight. womp womp

phones are where the scifi bit comes in. theyre holographic. bc its cool. usually through a watch.

bug lights are popular. a little bug that flies ahead and has a small but effective little light. theyre prone to exploding though. hm.

factories are on the lower floors, housing is from the middle to the top. higher up means higher status usually. housing floors usually also include stores and things, because ppl buy buildings and sell their own stuff. but theres a mall floor owned by the company.

most money earned is company money. you work to keep your house, and you can use company money in the company mall. real money is something you had to have brought along with you. and you only keep it if you're actively making it. that said, most stores will take company money. you just cant buy a building without real money. keeps buildings open for businesses.

cops are called guards instead because it sounds less threatening to criminals that live there. more "theyre keeping us safe" vibes. they look out for smugglers and stowaways mostly.

people who came were mostly applicants. a lot of ppl were afraid to go at all because. wooo scary space. and because of a certain incident OOPS!!!

they bring in new people and add to the place all the time, so the common living area is pretty cramped.

prisons suck. like really suck. it'll be hard to get hired again after you're out too. which means yeah hurray bias and prejudice (because remember this is based on before companies had regulations. capitalism at its worst.)

the food can be really bad or really good. depends on how much you're paying. living closer to the factories usually means you work longer shifts. or you're a criminal trying to stay away from the (literal) higher-ups.

working on the ship itself pays better than factory work. like waaayy better. as well as guard work and school jobs. (yeah we have schools. theres three in each living area.

company CEO is very rarely seen. its moreso his bitter wife and his daughter who i love sososososo much

main characters are Alice Riis, William Spargo, and Eva Tarbell. Alice is a journalist, Will is a factory worker, and Eva is a an upstanding citizen whos definitely not a smuggler. But there are others, like the CEO's daughter, Laika, and a salon worker, Vera. there's also Will's mom, his dad, and his cat. We love his cat.

Will came on the ship because his father worked for the company. the whole family went.

Eva was intended to be a guard, but she snuck off. she avoids detection by staying in the lower levels and couch-surfing basically.

Alice practically begged to be let on and write stories for them. they only let her go because someone else cancelled last minute.

thats all i have i think hurray!

[mischiefmaker615]

Hearts and Bubbles

Rating: R

Summary: Happy Valentine’s Day!

You had forgotten how much people posted on social media when it came to Valentine’s Day, and each post you saw only reminded you more and more about the last conversation you had with your boyfriend before you had to spend the night at work. You were grateful for the barracks SHIELD had available but if it wasn’t for the backed-up paperwork, you would have found yourself in Loki’s arms in your own apartment doing a much better job at explaining what the particular holiday meant. Flashback~

“I mean.. its not exactly a holiday compared to thanksgiving or Christmas but a majority of the time, people still do something on it,’’ you explained as you zipped up your uniform with Loki leaning on the doorframe behind you, enjoying the show yet in deep thought. ‘’but darling, shouldn’t partners treat each other like that every day?’’ he questioned. ‘’yes but.. think of it as like thanksgiving, we should be grateful every day but focusing on the symbolic meaning of it in general kind of makes thinks feel official.. more like required where its harder to put off’’ you explain, not even knowing if that made sense to yourself as you grabbed your keys and bag and finally faced your boyfriend who had just been coming up at the same time and enveloped you in his arms. ‘’I could never put you off darling, Midgardian traditions are.. quite strange. Id dare to say then that I have spent every day since we’ve been together celebrating Valentine’s day.’’ He prided in himself and began kissing a trail from your jawline to your neck, making you bit your lip yet tilt your head to grant him more access. ‘’cant argue with that, but I guess society set up certain requirements to make things official, stereotypically getting the girlfriend-‘’ buzz you look down at your phone and saw an urgent text from Nat on how your presence was needed before Fury got even more closer to firing everyone in direct eyesight after the latest mission fail. Minor but still, that man could be a sensitive ticking time bomb. Looking up at Loki, you catch his lips in your own before stepping out of his arms ‘’I’ll have to explain better tomorrow when I get back, I love you and I’ll be home as soon as I can.’’ Present~ You shake your head to rid of the terrible explanation of Valentine’s Day and finally stand once the bus stopped. You clutched the card and container of Asgardian mead Thor managed to get you as you began walking towards your apartment. You hadn’t been able to explain what the stereotypical things to do on Valentine’s Day were, like flowers, a card and perhaps diner- stuff like that, but did manage to get Loki something. It could also pass as an apology to help lighten the sexual punishments Loki liked to bestow whenever you left him alone for to long, and considering how it was an overnight stay, you seriously prayed Thor helped pull through with this beverage. Your steps quickened the closer you got and finally opened your door only to stop at a dead halt. The lights were dimmed and instead were supported by the light of scattered candles all around the room. By the smell of it, at least two were scented and placed on either side f the living room to give the place a rose and lavender(?) smell. Your mouth nearly fell by the sight of it all as you stepped further inside, the door closing behind you as you set your things down on the chair closest to you and your eyes dropped to find a trail of rose petals leading down the hall before you. Your heart began to flutter, being reminded how this was your first Valentine’s Day with Loki and for him to go do all this made you want to find him all the more quickly. How did he- this was beyond what most people would do and as you passed the kitchen, could smell there was something delicious covered and cooling on the stove. Your eyes moved back to the hall as you walked down and opened the door that led to your bedroom and found your bed covered with rose petals and a bouquet of roses in the center. A card and a heart shaped box of what you assumed had to be chocolates sat on top of your pillow and your lip began to quiver by the sight of it all. Two hands came behind you and covered your eyes, making you jump out of surprise but immediately relaxed upon recognizing who it obviously was. ‘’now if I would have known you were going to cry, I wouldn’t have done this.’’ ‘’they’re tears of joy Loki’’ you laughed, knowing fully well he knew that and he let you turn around and you wrapped your arms around his neck. ‘’thank you so much!’’ you beam and he holds you close, feeling him take a relaxing breath now that you were both together again. ‘’I’ve missed you darling..’’ he breathed and you couldn’t help but giggle. ‘’its only been-‘’ ‘’to long darling. Next time I’ll have no choice but to spend the night over there as well just to be with you’’ he teased and leans down to capture your lips. Humming against his, you tangle your fingers in his hair and you feel like lean into your touch, biting your bottom lip as his hands travel slowly down to grasp your ass. Before things would lead to.. that, you lean back a little to look at him with a questioning look ‘’but.. how did you know to do all this?’’ ‘’you didn’t get a chance to finish on what your Midgardian traditions were so I attempted to look them up on the computer.. though I suppose I do need a bit more practice because the bloody thing wont cooperate’’ he sighed though you knew it probably was going to be something simple he wasn’t doing and he continued ‘’so.. I spoke to Thor on his observations upon being on this planet and went from there.’’ Your heart fluttered again as you wrap your arms around his neck and hold yourself closer to him. the fact that he was willing to even speak to his brother- despite how he felt, you knew he wouldn’t have gone to any of the other members for help and go the extra mile to try to figure out all of this on his own just for you, made you want to cry tears of joy all over again. ‘’oh Loki.. no one has ever done this for me.. thank you’’ you cry and kiss him again where he wasted no time to return the affection and pulled you close, turning you both around so your back was against the now closed door so he could lean deeper into the kiss. ‘’and I’m the only one who will love’’ he promised and his lips and teeth found your vulnerable neck ‘’now I know you must be a bit tired but I have one more surprise for you..’’ he murmured against your skin and you tried to gather your concentration to register what he had said before he suddenly releases you. You almost whine from his lack of contact but he places a hand on the lower side of your back and nudges you to follow another trail of rose petals leading into your bathroom. as you follow, he trails behind you, his hands resting on your hips as you open the door and gasp. ‘’oh gods this is just what I need..’’ you sigh with contentment to find a bath drawn with more petals floating on the water, candles and by the smell of it, special oils in the water for healing. You go to take a step forward but Loki’s hands on your hips stop you for a brief moment before you feel his fingers curl at the base of your shirt and before you knew it, it was pulled up and off. You shivered ever so slightly at the change of temperature and smile with your eyes closed as your body began to relax. Loki tended to force you to do so anyway as he took the initiative to pamper you whenever he could so it was already on instinct not to fuss. Your back leaned against his chest as his hands ran over your sides and stomach, a low hum was heard from his throat as he enjoyed the feeling of your skin with his hands. As one pressed at your stomach to keep you pinned against him, his other hand ran behind you and skillfully unhooked your bra in one second. You lightly rotate your shoulders so the straps fell down your arms and to the floor and Loki waisted no time to grab your mounds in haste as if he’d been waiting to long for them. Your hands came to rest on each of his wrists as he massaged your breasts, your head falling back to his shoulder to feel his lips gently running along the crook of your neck. His finger tips paid extra special attention to your nipples as they harden from the slight chill and your arousal and Loki seemed to notice your slight shiver. His hands slowly left your chest and glided down your sides, coming to the front to grip your button and pulled down your zipper, taking his time on purpose to tease. Before you could take a breath to whine, he yanked them down, panties with it to the floor and you let out a squeak with his sudden motion. ‘’what’s wrong darling? I thought you liked my motions fast?’’ he smirked against your skin, nipping at your shoulder before he let you turn around to face him, eyes already dropping to scan you hungrily. ‘’rip my pants and you’ll have to buy me new ones my good sir’’ you giggle and he smirked, taking hold of your hand. ‘’then I best make sure to be gentle with my fair lady, at least to the parts that she wishes..’’ he said dramatically as he lead you towards the bathtub, eyes roaming as you catch him. ‘’my eyes are up here darling,’’ ‘’oh I do believe they are love, and what wonderful eyes they are’’ Loki cooed with his eyes flicking to yours ‘’but tell me, where are your own eyes?’’ he questioned and before you knew it, a flash of green and he was undressed before you. You tried not to prove him wrong but your eyes couldn’t help themselves and drank him in. you immediately felt wetness between your thighs, fighting the urge to close them as he ushed a hand with a triumphant smile. ‘’ladies first my love.’’ Taking his hand for support, you got yourself in and immediately felt your body relax in the warm water. Moving to one side, you kept a hold on his hand as he got himself in, smiling gently to see your face happy and his heart beat faster just to know he made you feel that way. Rather than laying back on his side, he moved himself to swaddle you instead, leaning forward and captured your lips in his own. You moaned in each other’s mouths, being filled with the smell of the bath, candles and tension, you couldn’t help but raise your hips to him and he happily obliged with your motions. As his tongue massaged yours, you felt his hips raise and lower against your own, his cock rubbing against your folds and you lightly bit your bottom lip to warn his teasing. Knowing you wouldn’t fall through with biting him hard, you kept rubbing against you, a hand holding himself up on the edge of the tub while the other hand alternated between breasts by squeezing and kneading. Your arms wrap around his neck as you quiver by your arousal, already ready for him as his motions alone build up the knot in your stomach. Running your fingers through his hair, you feel him lean into your touch and your lips move to the jawline that seemed to have been built by angels. Having quite enough of the wait, he moved his hand from your chest and aligned his cock at your entrance. You happily spread your legs for him as he slowly pushed in the tip and paused, closing his eyes as he seemed to shiver himself from the please as his head fell back with a steady breath. You took a deep breath as you already felt your pussy trying to pull him in and rested your hands at his shoulders to try to brace yourself. Not a moment longer, he slowly slid himself all the way to the hilt, deep and with a growl as you two seemed to fit perfectly like a glove. ‘’gods Y/N.. regardless of how many times.. you always seem so tight around my cock..’’ he breathed, his arm wrapping around you to pull you closer against him as he lowered himself as well against you. With a hand still latched t the edge of the tub, your hands ran along his back line and sculpted shoulder blades before your nails dug in when he thrust hard, having pulled back to the tip and then in again. He began bucking his hips, snapping into you as your own hand grabbed the edge of the tub to brace yourself while the other wrapped around him, nails digging into his shoulder blade as he bucked. His motions were hard and fast, making your moans forced out of you as he seemed to always find a spot you didn’t think you had that sent you a wave of new pleasure. The knot seemed to tighten in your stomach and your back arched, your folds seeming to be throbbing with each thrust as he moved a hand to your clit. His fingers moved quickly in tight circles and you almost began to see stars. His thrusts became more desperate as you climbed your high with him and your pussy began to clench around him. ‘’gods- LOKI!!!-‘’ you scream his name as you tighten around him and he was close behind, cursing old Norse language as he came undone, watch splashing a bit over the sides as he thrust deep inside you and stilled, his grip holding you close as you both panted against each other. Once several seconds have passed, he slowly pulled out of you and you felt a bit of him spilling out. You leaned forward as he started to lean back against the tub on his side and lay up against him. his arm wrapping around your waist as he kissed your forehead and you smile in bliss. Looking up at him, you gently kiss his lips and he rested his other hand on your cheek to deepen the kiss before you lay your head just below his chin. ‘’happy Valentines day Loki’’ you breath and lace your fingers with his as he smiles down at you. ‘’happy Valentine’s Day Y/N… tell me, what other holidays do you Midgardians have?’’ he smirks.

[squeakadeeks]

Every time I look on your blog you do an amazing job at whatever hobby/craft you’re doing, and this time ITS DOLL CUSTOMIZING I’m genuinely so happy also EXTREMELY IMPRESSED!! They look so good I need to read your story and lore

THANK YOU ;-; it means a lot!! i really enjoy working on all kinds of things and getting fresh crafts on my table as often as possible haha.

alsoooo if you are interested in the story and lore of Alliacea, i do have a write up explaining the setting that I can go ahead and share below! its unfinished and a little messy but it explains the core ideas and plot.

main characters Bohai, Lamerei, Begonia, Mrysin, Pacific, and Mansoa.

Alliacea is about a magic island in an oceanic pocket realm inhabited by islanders that embody characteristic parts of the environment like the tides, the forest canopy, flowers, birds, etc. The main character, Mansoa, ends up on the island as an early teen after being physically lost at sea and emotionally unsure of her sense of self simultaneously while confronting the idea of an early death. This led to her being ""lost in more ways than one"", which is the critical requirement to arrive at Alliacea. Now in her 20’s, she remains a regular human, unclaimed by any part of the island. 

This provides a clash since if you end up on Alliacea and you cant fit in, the island finds a place for you by converting you into a part of it, such as morphing you slowly into a rock, fruit tree, flock of birds, etc, forcing you to find balance and peace. Most inhabitants are able to reach acceptance before this process is completed. However, Mansoa found a way to stay on the island by making her own role as the outsider. Her custom ecological niche as an odd man out worked for years, but over time it caused progressive problems. Namely as Mansoa shifts out of adolescence and into her full adulthood, she has to confront the long term sustainability of her sense of self being defined solely as “different”. 

The conflict between Alliacea wanting to make everyone a part of it, and Mansoa's place being distinctly not a part of it, causes the island to begin eroding. Rifts form in the main island, plants struggle to grow, the tide swells and becomes violent as the island slowly begins to sink until the paradox can be resolved.

Mansoa must understand why Alliacea is beginning to come undone, and subsequently how to solve it as the other avatar islanders work to quell their respective elements. This poses a uniquely difficult challenge for the co-lead, Pacific as his element is the tide, the primary threat to the island. Pacific had a similar role to Mansoa, as he struggled to fit in with the community and often preferred isolation. However this was less of a behavior he adapted because he didn't belong and more his method of managing his intense fear of other people, which he understood well and accepted long ago. Pacific had previously kept to himself in the tides, coming out occasionally to socialize with his few trusted close friends (namely Mansoa, Begonia, and Bohai.) However his overwhelming fear of people is part of why the ocean becomes so turbulent, and in order to thwart the primary threat to the island, he has to overcome that fear. 

Whereas Pacific’s challenge is to solve a problem he knows/is related to his fear of people, Mansoa has a much harder task of first understanding the root cause. The island begins to fall apart after a community dinner, where as the other islanders celebrate and socialize, a deep pit begins to form within Mansoa where she realizes her approach of “I’m not like the others” is making her progressively more and more unable to connect to people and unhappy. 

After the first devastating event on the island, a gate opens near the shore and an emissary of the island named Mrysin arrives. With their arrival, they provide the insight that the problems on the island must be solved by the representatives of that particular element, but the island will only get worse and worse until the main problem is solved. 

The story progresses as each of the main characters, Bohai, Lamerei, Begonia, Pacific, and Manosa have to apply their unique perspectives on self acceptance to stabilize their respective elements. Bohai is the open sea, which was causing turbulent storms (manifesting his manic, bombastic, and energetic personality), Lamerei being the forest floor becoming too dense and uninhabitable (a sometimes smothering big brother nature), Begonia managing fruit and flower blooms (committing yourself towards helping others but not so much that you struggle as well).

Pacific, Mansoa, and Mrysin explore issues that are less about self acceptance, and more about changing parts of your approach to the world and your idea of self. 

Pacific has to learn that his coping mechanism of avoidance and isolation is inherently unhealthy, but it doesn't mean that the alternative of forced socialization and extrovertedness is any better. He has to tackle an imposing and frightening challenge of calming the tides alone (my analogy for formidable parts of life that can only be done by you, such as living with chronic illness, work stress/responsibilities, processing past trauma, etc). However he does have to utilize his connections with others to motivate the fight, as he’s tried and failed in the past when his world was small and only included his own perspectives. He has to challenge his previously accepted way of life and adjust to a new strategy of not completely removing others from his life, but understanding how to balance letting others in without overexerting himself and accepting that bad things will happen/people will hurt you, but its still better than the alternative. 

Mansoa provides the main friction as she has to understand the big picture in an art gallery she told herself never to look at. At first she believes there's a problem with the island community itself. As she tries to investigate further, she realizes more and more how isolated she let herself become from others, which is what makes her see that it was her decisive othering that is causing the clash. After realizing the problem, she attempts to integrate more with the community around her, but struggles to make sense of who she is outside of her previous way of life. She tries repeatedly to find a way to bring forward the only idea of self she’s ever known into a more social lifestyle. She fails many times and becomes frustrated and hopeless. (ie You cant make friends if your whole identity is “i dont have friends”....never minding the fact that she's had friends this whole time lol). After wondering if her failure to connect is a sign that she was never meant to be there/have friends at all, the island begins to fall into complete chaos, and is only resolved by Mansoa and Pacific fighting to keep the island’s gate whole. Eventually she realizes that the only way to move forward is to truly abandon her previous, self-centered idea of the world and herself, and adapt and accept a more humble, flexible, “being like other people isnt a bad thing” vision.

[ladyiristheenchantress]

Sick Day Magic

It may come as a shock to some that I am, in fact, a human being and not a 500 year old oak tree with internet access. /j

Being human, and actually being alive, means you will get sick! Exploring biology for my biomed degree has taught me a lot of things about virus's, bacteria, and how exactly they work! For example: All living things can be effected by virus's, they are nanometers big for that reason, and not much is known about their origins here on earth which is really cool! With that said, every living thing gets sick, and with that we can pair magic to help us through our sick days!

I know I am, simply because I am writing to you now while on sick leave from all 3 of my jobs. Currently the summer flu has hit our home really hard, so lets talk about recovery!

Obvious disclaimer before getting started: Doctors, medical professionals, and health organizations are here to help you. This post is not to discourage you from using modern medicine, or seeing a doctor when you need one. I actually am very much against using spiritual bypassing to discredit medical research, especially as someone who is entering the medical field. If you are sick it is always important to speak with your doctor before trying any holistic remedies, especially if you are on medications that can conflict with herbal supplements. Know the warning signs for when symptoms escalate. This post is mainly about illnesses that can be treated at home and go away within a couple days or weeks (cold, flu, etc)

Lets get started!

How do living things get sick?

To keep this as simple as possible, living beings get sick from small organisms in a couple different classifications. You have virus's, bacteria, fungi, or parasites, and they all have one goal: to use your body as a host! Some things cant reproduce on their own like virus's so they hijack your cells, some things feed off of you and your daily body functions like parasites! In all, we are exposed to all sorts of pathogens, and our body will react with the nasty symptoms like fevers, chills, coughing, vomiting, and more because your body is trying to fight off all the pathogens using your body to reproduce. There are some circumstances where medical intervention is required however, for things like the common cold, flu, and sore throat you can find remedies over the counter!

All living things get sick, including tree's, seals, and even grasses. These pathogens are really good at evolving with us!

What did people do historically?

Before the introduction of germ theory in the 1860's, and the introduction of modern medicine in the 19th century cultures all around the world were still evolving to combat common sicknesses! From medieval Europe using cupping and leaches which assisted in medical standards and theories, to indigenous tribes using the herbs around them to pave the way for medications, cultures all over the world had their own tips and tricks for staying healthy!

In general most cultures followed a 3 way system, prevention, coping, and resistance, where methods were followed to assist in times of sickness. Often times they had distinct prayers and rituals, and would combine it with local remedies and folklore to help the general population.

Later on, herbs would pave the way for medicine as scientists discovered exactly what about an herb could help someone and isolate it into a pill, salve, or tincture!

What is some illness prevention magic?

When getting vaccinated create a prayer or chant to not only take your mind off it, but also for a metaphysical boost

leave offerings to gods of health during cold and flu season by your front door, and leave offerings to spring gods during pollen season by windows

have fire tonic, elderberry syrup, and lions main mushroom tinctures prepared (reminder: always consult a doctor)

Keep crystals like jade, green aventurine, and carnelian by your bed for health

Keep fresh flowers in the home, as scents can represent healing

Visualize sickness being repelled away from you as you practice hygiene

keep sigils in your shoes to 'draw illness back to the earth'

Mundanely make sure you are also having regular checkups (if you cant afford to see a doctor regularly, see what option you have for free clinics, or public health options like medicaid in the US), going to see your dentist because the teeth has a lot to do with health, and practicing good health habits can all be really helpful with preventing illness

What is some illness coping magic?

When sick, keep lavender and chamomile under your pillow as a sleep aid

Contrary to popular belief: Don't burn incense when you have a stuffy nose because the smoke will irritate your nose, instead use a humidifier and optionally put essential oils in it for drainage

take healing spiritual showers

create soft broths, and plain foods using kitchen magic and infusing it with intentions

Optionally if you are having trouble eating because of vomiting or fever, enchant your water bottle with healing energy with even just a simple chant

Put cold or hot compress on pressure points, optionally while you rest research what those pressure points symbolize and how you can translate that into your healing rituals from bed

visualize a healing green or blue light enveloping places that may hurt like joints or the head

Listen to gentle music or healing subliminal during naps to draw out illnesses

enchant your tissue box so every tissue you use is one less you have to use later

create a salve using willow or birch bark, camphor, mint, and chamomile for a soothing joint pain relief

Enchant medications with chants or sigils on the bottle

Mundanely, we see a lot of spiritual hacks, don't put garlic in your nose (The only reason you think it works is because it irritates your nose lining creating mucus), don't use elderberry (It puts your immune system in over drive when you are already sick and actually hinders the healing process), its better to limit herbal and holistic approaches other than things that are rich in things your body needs like fruits, veggies, and electrolytes!

Recovery goes into this much like prevention, our bodies begin to process and understand the invaders making it less likely for you to get infected by the same problem again, however as mutations grow, make sure you are taking care of yourself!

Spiritually, your body is a temple, and its the only one you have, love it and it will love you back, take care of it and it will take care of you back. As a human being I recognize the struggle that concept can be. Its easy for someone to say "just sleep lmao" without having insomnia for example. In general, finding a routine that works for you, your body, and your mind is very important! You are a spiritual being, but you are also human! Don't let people try to sell you the idea that modern medicine is out trying to hurt you, because there are people out there like me who will stand for making the medical field a safer and better place! Don't let people try to sell you the idea that your sickness is because of "bad karma" or that your "low vibes" or something silly like that because the truth is, you get sick because you are alive. Cherish being alive in all of its forms.

Fair winds friends!

And remember, if you took nothing away from this I will say it again, Cherish being alive in all of its forms.

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[ironspine]

I think the most depressing thing is that we shouldn't have to be afraid of AI.

AI, on it's own, is actually pretty cool. And we CAN and SHOULD have been able to have it without risking all these terrible versions of the future you see in clickbait youtube videos. AI should have been this interesting philosophical problem, that encouraged a wave of books about the ethics of sentience and robot labor. AI should have been the cause of celebrations, because maybe it will end up being useful for jobs that humans can't do well.

AI isn't really likely to turn evil and destroy the world. Yeah, that's definitely something to consider, but we aren't in a place where we have to worry about that yet.

AI face detection isn't inevitably evil, it's just almost inevitably going to be used in evil ways. In 20 years or so when corporations use their cameras to track your every move so they can market to you, that's going to be because corporations are awful and the government is not adapting well to regulating the internet. In some alternate world, AI face detection could be an innovative new way to use ID, one that cant be falsified or lost.

AI shuffling through the internet like an omnipresent spider isn't inherently bad. What's bad is that it uses what it finds to make dumb, unethical art, because that's where the money is. But in another world, AI's ability to analyze data could be used by scientists to find patterns in society and point to areas that need to be researched. It could also be used to evaluate sources, and disclose biases/conflicts of interests. Some schools are using it to detect plagiarism even now.

AI being able to do work that previously required humans shouldn't be scary. We should be excitedly welcoming in an era where humans no longer have to work to survive. We should be having televised councils of people debating ideas for how to restructure society when having a job is no longer required.

And AI's water consumption shouldn't have been a problem, because the people in charge should have massively scaled back once they realized the cost. They should have put AI on hold immediately, and started researching ways to either compensate for the water loss, or to reqiure less.

AI is not the problem. It is a tool, and as such, morally neutral. The ways it is being used are the problem. The people who are controlling it are the problem. If your society is structured so that the people in power cannot be held accountable, then every new tool, every innovation, only magnifies and expands their power. But if your society is structured where quality of life and ethics are valued highest, those tools become amazing, wonderful things. They become gifts, from humanity to humanity, that expand our ability to live good lives and take care of our environment.

We don't have to fight the future, we have to fight for the future.

[hulahoopsoupgroup]

ive ranted about this to my friend like 3 times this week but ill rant again because im just so fed up and angry.

21st century american capitalism is so dismal. we put everything behind a paywall. you cant exist without paying money and you cant go anywhere or do anything without paying.

you have to pay to be born and you have to pay to survive. if you cant pay to survive, you have to pay to die. theres no escaping it.

most jobs in the usa require a college degree, but a lot of people cant afford to go to college. its honestly infuriating that people cant get the jobs they want because the education is so expensive. why do i have to pay tens of thousands of dollars to the government so i can get a job that will probably only barely keep me afloat in todays economy?

why do we pay writers and artists so little when they are one of the most vital parts of society. where would we be without the painters and authors who create beautiful scenes and impactful stories?

weve overcomplicated society so much that you have to jump through so many financial hoops to just, exist. you have to have insurance for everything. everything costs so much. why do i have to pay over 2 dollars for a bottle of water at work? why are the bags of candy 5 dollars?

all of this just makes everyone miserable, no doubt. i had a conversation with 5 other people and all of us have had severe depression/anxiety, had to be medicated, or needed a lot of therapy/not been able to afford it. and im not stigmatizing therapy in any way. if i could afford it, i would absolutely go, but my job doesnt pay much, so even one session would set me back so far regarding money.

the fact that its so normal for 11-13 year olds to start experiencing severe depression is so concerning. its almost like a rite of passage. ask anyone in gen z if they were depressed in middle school and theyll probably say "yeah." thats concerning.

young people's suicide rates have risen over 50% in the past 10 years. 42% of gen z considered suicide in 2021-22. the fact that i know 3 or 4 people (myself included) who have attempted suicide before age 16 or 17 is insane.

we're so depressed about the future and reasonably so. its so bleak. the world is burning, people are killing each other over such trivial things, nobody listens to each other, and the government is just going insane. how badly do you have to screw up to make a 13 year old want to kill themself because they feel like the future is so bleak?

how badly do you have to screw up to prevent so many people from going to college and getting jobs to support themselves?

how badly do you have to screw up to bar people from something as simple as going to the doctor and earning a basic living wage?

and to think that there are still people who think this is fine. there are some people who sit back and say this all makes sense, that it makes sense that you have to pay thousands of dollars for a few stitches in your hand if you have a cooking accident, that you have to insure every last bit of your life, that people killing each other over ideological differences is natural and cant be helped.

america needs to wake the fuck up and get shit done. its destroying its own future. its making the future generation kill itself because of how miserable it is. fucking do better and maybe you wouldnt burn to the ground in a dumpster fire

[scalecallerpeak]

*rubs hands together* hehe do you got any Dragon Priest Headcsnosn you would lvoe to share?

Maormer?

Snow elf?

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Daedric, per chance?

*I have a whole google docs page worth of Headcanons and I'm continuing to add stuff to it! It's quite messy, I'll admit, but I could mayhaps send it to you if you'd like(via DM or whatever)!*

Oh god I did not mean to leave this so long but I have been so busy lately I'm so sorry 😭 I will just talk about dragon priests in this one or it would be REALLY long especially with Daedra as I've got a lot of headcannons for multiple daedric races. (Sadly I've got nothing for Falmer really they've not gripped me, but I do have Maoromer stuff).

Starting at the top for Dragon Preists, I personally think each preist had a dragon and was chosen by that dragon. For example Nahkriin and Alduin, Morokei and Odahviing, Krosis and Paarthurnax, Zaan and Thurvokun.

There's no requirements as to become a dragon priest other than what the dragons want. You could train all your life to be an acoltye to serve the dragons and get nothing or you could be some random farm girl in the middle of a nowhere down pushing cows over and a dragon is like YOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

I also think Dragon Priest's masks have a unique appearance that cant be mimiced in game because gotta save time in those game crunches. And these masks resemble the dragon of the prest some what (example: my nahkriin and morokei)

And also the mask does effect the wearer to get that trait. For example Nahkriin became more vengeful and unforgiving. Hevnoraak became more brutal, Morokei became more reluctant to admit defeat. These masks also give their weilder immortality and the presits are in some cases several hundred years old by the time of the Dragon War.

Their general jobs are what you expect. To govern the lands the dragons control because the dragons don't want to deal with tax laws. Dragon Priests also spoke only dovahzul really to each other, defenatly only dovhazul in public. As Dovhazul was not commonly taught it was to put them 'above' the general population. If a Dragon Priest had to adress the public they'd have some lesser acolyite translate for them.

Dragon Priests could have spouces and kids they where not barred from it. However, it was unlikely they'd have a lot of time and generally wouldn't be a acive parent. (See Nahkriin and his family:)

Dragon Priests can also have afflictions such as vamperisum and lycantrhopy. In my lore Hevnoraak is a werewolf. The other priests do know about this but keep it hidden as they do not want an issue with the general population.

This also reminds me, physcally Dragon priests are either atmoran or ancient nord (that time between the atmorans becoming modern day nords) and due to this they're a lot bigger than the average nord. Usually easily reaching the high 6ft to high 7ft range. Their ears where also slightly pointed but not to the levels of elves or bretons.

Being a preist also gave them better control over the Thu'um, they wern't aas good as a dragonborn of course but could easily out skill the greybeards as the dragon magic they borrowed from their masters did give them asome dragon born like qualities.

I think this is the majority of my headcannons without going too much into my own plots with the Dragon Priests. Thank you for asking!

[sicklyseraphnsuch]

I think my biggest complaint about the series, Fionna and Cake, was that up till episode 8, they were doing a pretty good job of laying out all the pieces, but then!

it just completely misses one of the problems it does a pretty good job of laying out. it points out that Simon is inattentive - blind. But Simon's not blind because he doesn't care! Simon's blind because he cares too much - he's quick to jump to conclusions - he's trapped in his own head! no crown required

ive said it before and ill say it again: he romanticizes his past so he makes his present look hopeless, he cant talk to Marcy because he just believes that his troubles aren't worth her attention - he's unable to see past his own opinions to like maybe think, Marcy loves him and would love to help him, that his opinion of being a burden is not in fact a shared opinion - its not a fact, period

it's not a matter of "think of Marcy" as in do it for her sake, it's a matter of "think of Marcy" as in would she really say that or are you putting words in her mouth - like simon, maybe your mental image of Marcy's a little OOC, bud

it shares a root with Simon thinking everything is great with Betty when it wasnt, Simon thinking everything is awful when it doesnt have to be

Which never gets addressed! By pointing out his blindness, we only got to one half of the problem!

The series just never ties up what it started

Here's Winter King, where Simon gets a good look of himself from the outside view, and see how his myopic perspective can be taken to dreadful extremes

And then, we see the love story from Simon's perspective and we notice Fionna pointing out all of Simon's blindspots

and then! He just... He never connects the dots. that maybe hes a little... self absorbed and his self loathing is masquerading as sense and logic when its not! its just self loathing! Even worse, he never even starts to, and it doesnt get included in the big spoonfeeding at the end of the series!!

which just reveals bigger faults within the story!!

Like, never giving Simon space to reflect explodes in the audience's faces when the story has to infodump at the last second!

that reveals that they should have started simon's journey to realization earlier especially when thr narrative already put the pieces there! Now its so obviois that any time he could have been spent spinning his little mental wheel, he spent trying to survive his road trip across the multiverse

it did his character disservice because by pushing all of his ability to reflect in a single episode, and spamming the exposition, it made simon look real stupid, and moreover never explores the issue fully!

everything casper and nova said could have been said earlier and better and not in the form of a kid's story, because by simplifying the issue - or dumbing it down - then the issue's nuances and complexities get lost in translation

yeah, thats very easy to misinterpret actually!!! especially when casper and nova doesnt even cover the whole problem!! (and look i get it, some audiences need it to be spelled out but really, a children's choose your own adventure??? that was the narrative tool to use here??)