#cators

[neopronouns]

flag id: two images of the same flag. it has 4 stripes in the background, which are near-black, dark silver, silver, and light green-grey. the bottom of the flag is taken up by a dark faded teal wave, which is lower at the left and higher at the right. the wave has a thin green-grey outline, like seafoam. at the very bottom of the flag is a thin green-black layer intended to look like deeper water or the seafloor. at the left edge of the flag, behind the wave but in front of the stripes, is a dark brown trapezoid, slightly wider towards the bottom edge. in the center of the left flag is a medium dark dull teal silhouette of a fish, with its back fins replaced with the eight variously coiled/extended tentacles of an octopus, which has a thin dull teal outline. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

pisceldryst: a neogender umbrella for terms conceptually related to the game 'dredge'

[pt: pisceldryst: a neogender umbrella for terms conceptually related to the game 'dredge'. end pt]

term is 'pisce' ('fish') or 'pisc' from 'piscator' ('fisher'), 'eldr' from 'eldritch', + 'yst' from 'mysterious'. the first syllable is pronounced with a long i sound (like 'pisces') and the third is a short i sound (like 'mystery'). emphasis is on the second syllable ('el').

concepts included under pisceldryst include, but are not limited to:

eldritch horrors (and real-life massive creatures) that dwell in bodies of water, and fish/other creatures/the environment itself being mutated by their proximity to said eldritch horrors

fishing far away from people/civilization, fishing at night, being on a fishing vessel alone, etc.

the incomprehensible depth of the ocean and the unknown and alien things that lie within it

one's mind or actions not being their own, seeking eldritch knowledge, acting on instincts one doesn't understand, being presented with knowledge one cannot comprehend, etc.

the panic associated with the pitch-black darkness of the ocean at night, being chased by something in the water, not knowing what threats lurk beneath the water, etc.

imagery of thick fog, eyes, lighthouses, ships in the distance, stone altars, hooded figures, crashed/moored ships, viscera, comparisons between the sea and the sky/space, etc.

the colors black, deep shades of blue and cool green (like the ocean, especially at night), warm brown, neon blue/teal/green (like bioluminescence), and colors associated with eldritch/cosmic horror (such as dark purple/indigo, red, and green)

importantly, pisceldryst terms don't have to be related to 'dredge' itself in any way — the game is simply named in the term's definition to provide a summary of the concepts, themes, and aesthetics that are included under pisceldryst!

derived terms:

scel: a pisceldryst person. plural is scelae

rish: a younger pisceldryst person. plural is also rish. derived from 'eldritch' and 'fish'.

cator: an older pisceldryst person. plural is cators. from 'piscator', an archaic term for a fisher.

eldrysc: a pisceldryst gender. plural is eldrysces.

pelin: pisceldryst-in-nature (ex: pelingender)

pisceldryne: having pisceldryst qualities. noun form is pisceldrynity.

transpisceldryne: transitioning towards pisceldrynity/a pisceldryst identity. can be shortened to transpisc or transpiscel.

piscian: gender alignment to pisceldryst/pisceldrynity.

a very self-indulgent neogender umbrella based on what is now one of my favorite games of all time! i loved the atmosphere and themes of dredge so much and thought it would make a great umbrella term.

here's the template if anyone wants to coin eldrysces! the water is from this image.

i made the symbol by combining fish (85) from this folder and octopus (2) from this folder to make something resembling the aberrant fish from dredge. here's the symbol by itself:

[image id: the pisceldryst symbol, a medium dark dull teal silhouette of a fish, with its back fins replaced with the eight variously coiled/extended tentacles of an octopus. a blank image of the same size is placed next to the image of the symbol so that it doesn't take up the whole width of the post. end id.]

tags: @radiomogai, @liom-archive, @macchiane, @genderstarbucks, @sugar-and-vice-mogai

tags cont: @p-rtyboy, @pawsibell, @dragonpride17

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[zhanglinghez]

Zhang Linghe for ELLEMEN新青年 November 2023 Issue.

[nomilkinmyteaplease]

Rehearsals for Wedding Band underway

[alejunsu]

Dead Friend Forever EP 11 (Tee x White)

[cattomint]

eveil ass wip entry

thgis is a wip in progress i will post on neuroandhemo an when i do like my shit up 😡andtheother drawin g i posted

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college aps so stressful. plesse release me from this ! i jsut want to be an artist. and a doctor also but mainly an artist!!!!

[cybergothvox]

how si it the hwole fandom at least WAS obsessed with alastor but i cannot find a good god damn body pillow of him? riddle me piss boys

[watchyourdigits]

Falloutober Day Two:

Neon

I'm slowly catching up on these lol

This isn't a re-write like day one was, but I'm keeping with the theme of it being Frankie-centric. It's one of those in-between moments. The inspiration is Danse's fascination with Frankie's Pip Boy, which was only briefly mentioned in the main fic. Enjoy~

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: mild sexual language, canon typical violence

Ship: Paladin Danse x male Sole Survivor

Frankie wasn't oblivious to the way Danse would watch as he entered coordinates into his Pip Boy. He'd frequently catch him staring, even more so as time went on.

At first he didn't seem to trust the device on Frankie's wrist. It was understandable, a natural reaction to that which one didn't fully comprehend. Lately, Danse seemed more fascinated by it than anything. The shift in opinion only came after Frankie had shown him that it was a useful navigational tool.

Danse didn't realize Frankie was aware of his observations of him. The gas mask served him well in that sense. Frankie would make a point to subtly turn his arm so he could watch from afar whenever Danse would shoot curious looks his way.

He never got too close. This bothered Frankie more than he cared to admit. He was more than willing to show him how the Pip Boy worked, but Danse was never keen on asking, and Frankie was too proud to offer.

The more they worked together, the more Frankie became accustomed to who Danse was as a person, odd habits and all. In fact, he actually found himself growing fond of the Paladin. It certainly helped that he'd been laying off on the critical nitpicking.

Danse was meticulous in everything he did and Frankie would be lying if he, too, didn't give his fair share of stolen glances whenever he'd find him working on his power armor during the quieter moments that preceded sleep.

Frankie wanted to ask him more about it; he hadn't been in the division that had utilized power armor during the Great War. It had fascinated him, though only up until he'd nearly been killed in Concord his first day in the Commonwealth.

Frankie didn't think he'd ever forget the claustrophobia of the deathclaw's massive foot pressing down on his chest, nearly caving his ribs in as it ripped the helmet clean off. If he ever did, all he had to do was look in the mirror to be reminded of it.

Still, seeing Danse work sparked the flame of his curiosity again.

There was a particularly bad storm raging outside on the day Frankie finally approached him on a whim. They were hunkered down in a series of interconnected buildings they'd cleared of ferals. Danse boarded up the doors with scrap Frankie had collected, both in agreement to wait out the torrential downpour.

Frankie had cleansed himself of the battle and was about to fetch Danse for him to take his turn scrubbing off in the privacy of the upper levels. It wasn't quite a shower, but neither of them were strangers to having to make do.

The power armor stood under the high ceilings of what used to be a dining room. Danse's uniform was unzipped halfway, pulled down to his hips, where he'd tied it loosely to keep it from getting in the way. Beside that, he only wore a stained undershirt that left little to the imagination.

Talk about violating uniform code. Holy fuck. He's built like a goddamned Plummer bull. Bet he bucks real good, too…

Frankie leaned against the doorway for a minute or two, ogling Danse's broad back as he tinkered with the metal plating.

"Those things have a Geiger counter built in, right?" Frankie blurted.

His mouth was great at taking the reins whenever before his mind could think better of it. It was both a blessing and a curse, given that damn near half the shit he said left him wondering why the hell he'd even said it in the first place.

This was one of those times because, right up until he'd spoken, he probably had the chance to sneak back upstairs for some time to himself.

Danse turned slightly, looking up at him. He hadn't been startled or even at all surprised that he was there. Maybe it had been too late anyway, or so he told himself. Some solace was better than none.

Frankie peeled himself off the door frame and sauntered further into the room, pulling over a chair and straddling it as he continued to watch, closer now. Danse didn't continue his work. He instead focused on Frankie's movements.

"Affirmative," he finally replied, only once Frankie had settled.

Frankie watched as he pulled a rag from where he'd tucked it into the knotted arms of his uniform. Danse wiped his hands off, his expression unchanged at the decision to sit by him.

"If you ever need the current radiation levels, you can always inquire."

Frankie snorted, lifting his arm to show off the device strapped to his wrist.

"Naw, I've got a Geiger too."

Danse's jaw twitched, his eyes flickering to the Pip Boy, then back to Frankie's covered face.

"A navigational system and a Geiger counter? What else could that model possibly be capable of?"

It was almost a real question, but there was a hint of disapproval, too, with a little sarcasm to tie the sentiment together neatly.

If he understood the technology, maybe he wouldn't be so weird about it…

Frankie decided to take the risk. He wanted to know more about the power armor, but that could wait.

"Shoot, a hell of a lot actually… You want me to show ya?"

Danse's eyes lit up, enough that Frankie could tell he had him reeled in, his innate thirst for knowledge winning out over his concerns.

If there was one thing he appreciated about Danse, it was his inability to mask how he was truly feeling.

"I… do have a few questions about its functionality…" Danse said hesitantly, almost as if he didn't want to admit to his curiosity. "If you don't mind taking the time, of course."

"My-oh-my, aren't you a gentleman," Frankie crooned, causing Danse to flush a little around the part of his neck that was visible above his shirt.

Damn, if it's that easy to make him go redder'n a tomato… We might have some problems soon.

Danse's particular brand of bashfulness was causing his stomach to flip, twisting itself up in knots, yet Frankie was more focused on the release of another kind of tension he didn't even realize he'd been holding.

"Just kiddin' around," Frankie said, taking back his normal tone of voice. "It ain't no trouble to me… Hey, can I be truthful with ya for a sec?"

"Always, soldier."

"Well, if I'm bein' honest, I've been waitin' for you to ask. You stare a lot."

The redness at Danse's collar crept rapidly upward. He stood slowly as if he were processing how to handle that. He stretched out his back and rubbed his neck uncomfortably.

Frankie felt a little guilty for what he'd done to the poor bastard so he stood as well, dragging his chair back over to the table it called home. He gestured for Danse to sit and took a seat beside him.

He scooted the chair closer to the Paladin, placing his arm on the table between them for him to analyze.

"This is the main screen. It's got-"

"How does it display your health like that? Or is that for show?" Danse asked, frowning at the indicators on the screen as he cut Frankie off.

Frankie knew the Pip Boy system inside and out. He didn't have to look at it much at all to point to the various blips on the screen. This left him free to watch Danse's face, savoring the various expressions he donned as he leaned in to get a better look at the screen. The neon green glow cast reflected in his dark eyes in a way that was damn near hypnotic.

"When you first put it on each day, it takes a small blood sample. It feels like a pinprick. The rest of the time, it just records basic vitals. Blood pressure, heart rate, things like that…"

Danse narrowed his eyes at the screen. He brought his hand up to interact with it, almost as if on instinct. Frankie sucked in a quiet, anticipatory breath. Danse hesitated, hand now hovering over Frankie's arm.

Though Frankie knew he couldn't possibly see him through the mask, when Danse turned his gaze on him, he felt like he was being stared straight through.

Exposed, vulnerable, willing… Those were among what few words crossed the invisible barrier into Frankie's conscious thoughts.

"Do you mind if I…?" Danse asked gently.

He's asking for permission, you idiot. Answer him. Tell him he can do whatever he wants to you while he's at it. Maybe he'll even let you-

Frankie shook his head. He swallowed hard, saliva chasing salacious comments down the back of his throat.

If it were anyone else, he would've made a move by now. Why he was so preoccupied with not burning this bridge in particular was beyond him. Nothing mattered anymore, right?

"Naw. Go to town."

Smooth. Real smooth, Frankie.

Danse was none the wiser to the double-entendre. He pursed his lips in concentration as he turned his attention back to the Pip Boy. He tapped at a few things on the screen before frowning once more, his exquisitely large hands blocking Frankie's view of what he'd done.

"Interesting… It says you're of exceptional health, yet your heart rate is concerningly high for someone of your fitness level. Ninety-three, and steadily increasing… Are you feeling alright?"

Of course he'd check out the fuckin' vitals first instead of Atomic Command.

Frankie coughed, clearing his throat again. He nodded and looked away from Danse, feeling something resembling shame for the first time in his life.

"You're a quick learner, ain't ya?"

He didn't need Danse to make him aware of the rate at which his heart was hammering away at his ribcage.

Danse stared at him expectantly as he awaited a proper answer, his brow furrowed.

"Never been better," he lied hoarsely, his mouth suddenly dryer than a desert in mid-July.

His thoughts ran at a mile a minute, not unlike his heart. The Pip Boy gave a single beep as a warning popped up, letting them both know he'd stabilized somewhere around a hundred and two.

Do they still have deserts nowadays, or did the apocalypse screw up all the climates? Can't be, I'm sweatin' like hell itself… Christ alive, I need to get laid. Maybe MacCready would be down for-

"Your resting heart rate is about double what it should be. We need to get you to a doctor immediately," Danse insisted.

"The senor's messed up again. Damn this two-hundred-somethin'-year-old tech. Totally unreliable, just like you said."

Frankie jerked his arm away in a way that would've been obvious to most people. Not to Danse, though, who didn't appear to think anything of it.

"You should go wash up," Frankie suggested in the beat of silence that followed.

He glared down at his Pip Boy as if it could somehow save him from the situation it had gotten him into.

Talk about wearin' your heart on your sleeve.

"I don't think that's necessary. I was in my po-"

Frankie interrupted a bit more harshly than intended.

"Listen, the smell of ghoul guts ain't most folks' idea of sexy."

It took Danse approximately a century to leave the room, making sure to pack away his tools first. All the while, Frankie tried to figure out if the Pip Boy was capable of either turning him invisible or self destructing, maybe even both. He didn't exactly care about the particulars, just so long as he didn't have to feel Danse staring at his back.

Great, now he thinks you're physically unwell AND mentally unstable.

Fortunately, Danse didn't say anything as he trudged his way up the creaking stairs. It wasn't until his heavy footsteps faded away that Frankie took a deep, shaky inhale, finally able to breathe again.

[orsacchiotto-rugbista]

[cathalbravecog]

hmm, does anyone have anything that lists all the main storyline/taskline quests + their dialogue? i would love to re-read though them again for lore reasons. i know theres that one work in progress timeline document, but im looking for in-game main tasklines any player can see while they play. i can figure out the side stuff like the arg things and comics myself...

(long rambley explanation below that im putting under the cut because i know otherwise nobody will interact with this post)

(this is mostly for ocs, even if they don't follow the main storyline lore exactly - i would still like to know any and all details about the world the toons talk about so i can make things accurate and be able to talk about certain details... and get ideas from reading certain things. even though the lore in cogs only we have is... uh. lets just say this thing could never ever be canon but yknow HAHA)

and like... i do have a million damn screenshots, some of them taken purely to save certain dialogue that i look at RARELY (bc i forget i took these screenshots). and i dont wanna go through videos of people playing the game, i don't like doing that... but the wiki doesn't seem to list the dialogue anywhere, or i may just be looking in the wrong place?

because with so many main line quests you will forget a few things, and of course skip over dialogue when you're trying to do things quickly... with some things being related to the story and some being not...

so i would just really love to look over the main stuff again. ofc, side quests are apprecited too, but im looking for the main thing. gets a bit hard to figure out world stuff when you unfortunately never played tto becuse you didnt know it existed, and ttr's lore is very different from ttcc and honestly i dont even know what they got going on there anymore, i never paid attention to it even when i played ttr because honestly i cant give a fuck about disney characters outside their actual source material-

[haitilegends]

PELÉ IN HAÏTI

[littlemisstoast]

gamers…. they put the shooting star festival on the day i picked for my bday….. tis fate

Fields of Mistria's 1st Major Update is out now!

🌠 Enjoy the Shooting Star Festival (Summer 28)

💛 Unlock Romanceable NPC 6 Heart Events

🐎 Unlock Mounts

✨ And much more!

For more details on what's new, changed, and fixed, check out the full patch notes here.

[muttever]

"gentrification is just code for hating white people" my 99% white area is getting gentrified, couldnt possibly get whiter than it already is. white supremacists are so stupid

[mukelaniot]

Addressing Sustainable Goals in Occupational Therapy.

In a country like South Africa, there is a huge need for development implementation. People from all walks of life, and professions must work together towards achieving the goal of getting the country more developed. This includes the occupational therapy profession. This blog will explore how I, an occupational therapy student, have been, and plan to continue addressing some of the Sustainable Development Goals in a community like Cator Manor, a community facing a lot of socio-economic challenges such as unemployment, poverty, crime, substance use, and poor infrastructures.

 

 As an occupational therapy student currently in the community blog, my colleagues and I have been doing our part in the movement of implementing some of the Sustainable Developmental Goals in the community we are currently serving. For the sake of this blog, I am only going to mention 5 of the SDGs, namely; No poverty, Zero Hunger, Quality Education, Good Health and Well-being, and Gender Equality United Nations (2023).

For the past 3 weeks, I have had the pleasure and the privilege of serving the community through services I provide in the community clinic, local creches, the primary, and secondary school. Through these services, as minuscule as they may seem, I would personally like to believe that I have been doing my part in bringing positive change in the community, promoting occupational engagement to some of the community members, and somehow enhancing life in the community as a whole.

According to the United Nations (2003), the Sustainable Development Goal of No Poverty aims to alleviate Poverty in all shapes and forms.  As an occupational therapist, I have a duty that includes encouraging and enabling community members to develop job skills, rehabilitate the injured, and prepare them for job integration, and encourage the community to consider exploring sustainable incomes through self-employment, such as starting vegetable gardens, all in the name of trying to improve economic independence (Durocher et al.,2016).

The idea of the vegetable garden can ultimately work on another Sustainable Goal, which is Zero Hunger. And in the interest of the sustainable goal, of Zere Hunger, we, as Occupational Therapy students have had the pleasure of helping in the community feeding scheme that serves food outside the community hall.

In a community facing socio-economic challenges, quality education is of significant importance for all willing to receive it. This would ultimately offer the community more opportunities such as getting more people into higher education and bettering their chances of getting more jobs. In a community like Cator Manor, schoolers were reported to be abusing and selling drugs, having behavioral issues, and also facing hardships in their school and personal lives. We, as occupational therapists, have an important role in helping teachers and social workers address the needs of students with learning disabilities to enhance engagement in education (Durocher et al.,2016). We also run groups and individual interventions for psychosocial challenges such as peer pressure and substance use.

While working in the Clinic, I also have the opportunity to address the Sustainable Development Goal of Good Health and Well-Being. My colleagues and I have been doing health promotions almost every day, aimed at informing the public about services Occupational Therapy and other medical professionals in the clinic offer. We worked on raising awareness on Mental Health (anxiety and depression, substance abuse, traumas), and addressing the often-overlooked Maternal Mental Health (Wednesdays at the Philamntwana Clinic). We also looked at barriers the community members face that prevent them from engaging in meaningful occupations, all to promote Good health and Well-being.

In a school with social workers, there were a lot of reports of scholars witnessing and experiencing Gender-based Violence, at home and the school, I had the pleasure of doing a group session that included promoting Gender equality. This was aimed to address social and cultural norms that are unfair to women and provide psychosocial assistance to those experiencing these inequalities.

As many of our academics say, as occupational therapists, we are agents of change in communities. Through advocation and promotion, we can address Sustainable Developmental Goals. As much as we cannot address these with every single individual in the community, I believe through engaging with some of the members, we can create a ripple effect that benefits the community. Still, until then, we are going to do what we can, one step at a time.

REFERENCES

Durocher, E., Gibson, B. E., & Rappolt, S. (2016). Occupational justice: A conceptual review. Journal of Occupational Science, 21(4), 418–430.  https://doi.org/10.1080/14427591.2013.775692

United Nations. (2023). Sustainable Development Goals. https://sdgs.un.org/goals

[viaxen]

actually… period dramas are always set in the period where globalism is accelerating at unpredicted rates, and yet all the representation doesn’t reflect that or everyone is white? Be so fucking forreal

[caravanlurker]

why can’t I look like him