#eco answers

[ecoeclipselion]

It is canon now that Solar is dating Neblua! Why ship him with everyone else? And didn’t NewMoon/Nexus claimed Solar as a Brother??? And didn’t Sun and Moon claim Solar as a Brother/Cousin? That’s gross man!

1) It’s Nebula. Spell my girls name correctly. 😌

2) Why yes it is Canon that they are dating now but it is also canon that Sun is straight and does not find any attraction to men whatsoever yet people still ship him with Eclipse, Solar, Ruin, Monty and any other male character and I see no one complain about that??

And yes while Nexus, Sun and Moon did claim Solar as family. They are not truly related to eachother. They are a found family. However there is still a thing of AUs or just you know. Shipping for fun. I think Moon made it quite clear that there is a vast of universes out there with a different root that was taken from the main. So what if Solar didn’t ask to be a Brother but instead fell in love with New Moon or Sun? It can work out.

Does it work out in canon? Nope but that’s ok! That’s the fun of AUs and shipping! Like I said in my post. I really like Solar and Eclipse as a ship. Do they interact in the show? Not at all except for a select few times but the few times they did. Eclipse sure said some stuff before to Solar and I just latched onto that like his line “Would you like me to get on hands and knees back there sweetie?” Even though I’m sure that was more to New Moon but in a way he said that to Solar too and just. ✨SHIP✨ lol

They don’t have chemistry. They hate eachother and if they did got together it probably just be them trying to one up eachother as they’re both Eclipses lol And I like that dynamic.

Really what I’m saying is. One can separate from canon and do their own thing as long as it’s not creepy or weird like having Solar call Sun “Brother” as he kissed him. That is WEIRD and WRONG. 🤢

So yeah. I can and like to ship the characters from my list with Solar cause I think it’s cool and it’s mainly for fun. I am not gonna push my ship onto others. As long you respect my likes I will respect your likes.

Simple as that. 💕

[kodaswrld]

person who asked for frutiger aero dividers here!!! thought we should maybe send a link since you said u didnt know what it is!!

https://aesthetics.fandom.com/wiki/Frutiger_Aero

^.^

hiii again ~ that link helped a lot! i’m still new to this aesthetic so idk how well i did on these.. but i tried my hardest! i hope you enjoy~

[radioactivepeasant]

Free Day Friday: Trespasser

(From the poll: "In Which the Demolition Duo made it to the Wastelands without being banished because They Are Trespassing)

Damas was not, by and large, a religious man. He didn't worship Precursors -- there were some who insisted that his ousting from Haven was divine punishment for his arrogance -- nor spirits. If spirits could be killed, so could Precursors. That made them oracles, elders to be respected for unique perspectives on time, but not gods in Damas’s opinion.

Which made it an oddity to find him in the temple.

He sat on the shallow steps, staring up at the six carved heads meant to represent Precursors. More insectoid than Oracles, or perhaps just more elaborate. They seemed to wear headdresses over their bizarre masks.

"If you, by action or inaction, let Mar die, then at least have the decency to tell me," he whispered into the empty air.

"You always foretold a future moment of need that my House would answer. Has that need passed unnoticed that you stay silent while my bloodline ends? Or does my son live?"

The masks were silent, of course. Carved stone could neither hear nor speak.

Ungrateful wretches. Damas had a fleeting thought that perhaps they'd allowed -- or even orchestrated -- the abduction of his little son because he wasn't servile and "pious" enough for their tastes.

Damas wondered if spirits could harm Precursors. If perhaps the "Good Grandmother"*, She-Who-Hears-Them-Cry, might take an interest if something in this temple had been directly involved in bringing Mar to harm.

Má took her payment even from the hides of fellow spirits, after all.

"Even if you were capable of bringing him back unharmed, I very much doubt you would," Damas whispered harshly to the open air. His throat bobbed with a painful, bitter anger.

"But if you took him, you owe blood-debt to my House, old ones. So grant closure or sit in your realm knowing that I will seek answers among others as old as you."

Was it wise to threaten the Precursors? Damas neither knew nor cared anymore. Two years he'd barely survived having his heart metaphorically ripped out of his chest.

What more could they do to him? Really, what could they possibly do that could be worse than not knowing?

No answer arrived, not that it surprised him. Damas sighed and braced his elbows against his knees, head in his hands.

Stone grated against stone and metal to his left, and he turned his head swiftly.

There was a door there, one heavily fortified with traps. A hovering Sentinel eye kept watch for movement, designed to activate a spike trap if anyone tried to enter the lower levels without permission. And if someone managed to somehow get past that, the door would still be sealed. Whether by an enterprising ancestor of his or by meddling Precursors, that door could not be opened without an Heir of Mar. Damas was the only one who had ever been beyond it.

It should not have opened even an inch.

And yet Damas was witnessing the two mighty halves forcing themselves apart with a tortured groan born of idleness.

He was on his feet in an instant, ready for a fight. There was no chance that this heralded anything good.

"Whoa!"

That was a hu'men voice.

Damas’s hand hovered over his sidearm, ready to draw the moment he saw a face.

"And I thought this place was huge before!"

It was a young voice. High and a little squeaky.

"It just keeps going, doesn't it?" laughed a second voice, deeper, but just as young.

And then the doors were open wide enough to see the silhouette in between them.

And more importantly, to see the object glowing faintly in his outstretched fist.

Damas’s mouth was dry as he fumbled for the pouch between belt and leather armor where he kept his own amulet of Mar. He knew the shape by heart: twin comets orbiting each other, over stylized hands.

Thief-!

Pure, outraged, fury burned through his veins for a moment. Who had this scrawny figure stolen that amulet from? Heaven forbid it be Mar's amulet, lest Damas murder this boy before his very next step.

"Identify yourself!" Damas shouted, raising his gun.

The figure stepped into view. He was small, so thin his clothes hung loosely on scrawny limbs, but he held himself like a warrior.

"People!"

The animal curled around his shoulders sat upright and spoke.

"Jak! There's real people in here! We're saved!"

Odd reaction to a man pointing a gun at them.

The boy eased a step forward, hands raised as if soothing a frightened animal. He still held the incriminating amulet in his hand.

"Whoa, okay, put the gun down. I don't want to hurt anybody-"

He took a step too far and the sentinel flashed. The spikes shot up out of the floor with a faint shunk!

With a yelp, the boy leapt back -- he was surprisingly light on his feet for someone wearing boots two sizes too big. Then, as if the nearly fatal encounter was no more than a slight inconvenience, he backed up, got a running start, and launched.

He kicked off the wall, seeming to find handholds in the tiniest of crevices as he bypassed the spikes entirely.

Once on the ground again, the boy dusted himself off.

"You okay, Dax?"

"Just peachy, considering you almost dropped me!"

"Did not!" the hu'men boy protested in annoyance.

He really was small.

The general gangly sprawl of his limbs suggested he would gain an impressive height, but for now he just looked..small.

And entirely too excited.

"Who....do you- Where did you come from?" Damas demanded.

The boy pointed back down at the steps and shrugged before scratching his head.

"Exploring?"

Oh that green hair hurt to look at. It was filthy, and matted, like it hadn't been correctly washed in years. He couldn't even determine the age of the trespasser, what with the layers of grime embedded into every crevice of his face. The clothes were just as stained with sweat, dirt, and what looked to be bloodstains. From traps?

"Exploring."

Damas repeated the stranger's explanation incredulously. "How did you even get in here?"

The boy and the orange animal looked at each other for a curiously long moment. They seemed to be having a conversation merely by narrowing and widening their eyes in turn. Then, seeming to come to an agreement, they shrugged and turned back to face Damas.

The boy pointed down a barely visible flight of rough-hewn stone steps, lit by torches.

"We came up through the catacombs."

There were catacombs? He hadn't seen anything like that down there, and Damas liked to think he'd made it pretty far! He examined the stranger more closely, avoiding his eyes -- they're not familiar, you're just projecting your grief -- and avoiding looking at the talking weasel thing. He saw sunken cheeks drawn tightly against sharp cheekbones. A pale, barely visible scar across the bridge of his nose. Deep, deep shadows beneath his eyes. How large was the temple, altogether? Were there more people living below their feet?

"How...long were you down there?" he asked after a few seconds.

"Trust me pal," the weasel-rabbit said, "he smelled like this before we got in that zoomer."

"Hey!"

"What zoomer?!" Damas asked, feeling more confused than before.

"The one we took through the lava tube to the catacombs."

Damas was beginning to wonder if he'd somehow inhaled the monks' incense by accident.

The trespasser cringed as if only just noticing the bewildered and only barely softened hostility on Damas’s face. He shoved his amulet -- not his, it can't be his, there aren't any more of us left!*-- into his pocket and waved his hands placatingly.

Was there another Heir all this time? Is that why I was given no chance to protect Mar? Were my child and I expendable?

"Didn't mean to bother you," the kid apologized, "We'll just uh- huh. Actually, where are we?"

And then he looked to the door rather than Damas.

"Hey Oracle!" he shouted, and Damas was glad no monks were present to hear this and faint at the impertinance.

"Where the rot are we?"

Alright. This was now officially more of a problem than he'd first thought. Not even the monks were supposed to have found that Oracle down there.

One of the past Heirs who never inherited the throne had sealed it up the moment he discovered it long ago. After all, the discovery of light and dark eco being opposite poles of one energy might have thrown society into chaos and they didn't want to deal with the fallout. Even Damas was leery of reintroducing that knowledge outside of the Arena yet. Apparently this trespasser had no such thoughts.

He spoke to Oracles -- or pretended he did.

He held and used an amulet.

The boy was a mystery. And Damas hated not having the answers.

"You," Damas decided, wearing anger like a shield, "are coming with me. You have questions to answer."

The boy balked.

"No!"

He dodged before Damas could seize his arm, stumbling back amidst the columns.

"Uh-uh, I'm not falling for that."

"Falling for what?"

Damas was genuinely confused, and more than a little irritated.

The boy continued to back away.

"No, no I know how this goes. You're gonna take me back to the Haven Council, aren't you!"

*

"Haven?!" Damas sputtered, "Why the bleeding rot would I want to go there?! I'm taking you to my city!"

That didn't reassure the kid, who apparently was not fond of the leaders of Haven City.

Well, that was at least a bare minimum of common ground.

"You ain't takin us to no secondary location!" the orange one declared, pointing a skinny digit at Damas.

"The last time I got transported to a new place, I got kidnapped and experimented on for two years," his friend agreed.

Embleer Frith.

Damas stared at the boy. He squinted, as if that would give him insight into the unsettling response, then shook his head.

"You what?!"

What was he talking about? Experimented on?! That would explain the sudden shift from curiosity to distrust. But why-?

Damas knew. Deep down, he thought he knew.

If the boy was an Heir -- and he didn't even want to entertain the thought, but it had to be acknowledged as a possibility -- then that alone would be motive for someone like Praxis to torture even a young man -- or young boy?

If he was still obsessed with creating the ultimate war-sage, then an unclaimed and unattended Heir of Mar would be invaluable.

But if Praxis had been so focused on an older Heir, then perhaps it at least meant that he'd never gotten his hands on Mar.

That there was a stab of shame to follow that whisper of relief was an unsettling proof that he had not successfully hardened his heart as much as he'd thought.

"You came here from Haven?" he asked.

"Yeah?"

Thoughts of a breach in their defenses sickened him.

"And others will follow in pursuit of you?"

This time both trespassers scoffed.

"Only if they feel like sharpening their reaction time enough for a volcanic subrail," the hu'men said. He almost smiled.

The orange one nodded. "Jak here's the best driver there is! Also the most demolition-happy, but nobody's perfect."

Jak?

Now that was a name his spies had been mentioning a lot in their reports. An alleged juggernaut who had turned the Baron's own secret project against him and -- rumor had it -- even destroyed the metalhead nest.

Damas had been expecting someone a little...older.

* the "Good Grandmother" Damas is referencing is a spirit I made up for the Wasteland called Má Crocadeer. Fairly grisly figure with a crocadeer skull wreathed in flowers for a head, and a crocadeer's legs and tail. Her purpose is to punish those who deliberately cause or inflict harm on children. There's a lot of people in Haven who should avoid the desert for this reason.

[completely-real-rocklee]

Do you listen to Taylor swift

NO. HER GENJUTSU UNSETTLES ME

[baesharmi-ki-height]

'elo, I shouldn't be interacting with you but here's a little secret I'm CBSE, and trust me the grass isn't greener on this side...

🫂🫂

[mossistyping]

omg this ask game is so fun (except for when i had to rewrite an answer three times because it was RIDDLED with mistakes)!! can i request 🍃 favorite part of nature? and🥤 go-to drink (doesn’t have to be alcoholic!)

Ahaha I feel you, I hope this is legible enough!! :')

[chrissy-kaos]

you are so absurdly pretty!!! clicked ur blog cuz i saw u were intersex (im intersex too!) nd ended up scrolling for a long while looking at u 😳 hope u have a good day!! stay safe!

Aww thank you so much 🥰 Intersex peeps unite! I hope you have a wonderful day too! And be safe as well

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

What's ashcrete?

OK SO IT'S LIKE CONCRETE EXCEPT IT'S MADE WITH FLY ASH AND OTHER RECYCLED MATERIALS SO IT'S WORLDS CHEAPER AND WAY MORE ECO-FRIENDLY AND SUSTAINABLE. PLUS IT'S RESISTANT TO THE ELEMENTS AND MORE DURABLE THAN REGULAR CONCRETE, AND USES LIKE 10% LESS WATER. OOOHHH AND IT ABSORBS CO2 THUS MITIGATING THE GREENHOUSE EFFECT. I LOVE ASHCRETE

[ecoeclipselion]

Togo off your list for Solar of shipping? Who do else do you ship?

Ok ok. So to start. I am a multishipper. I like most ships. There is some I am eh on or don’t like but I don’t mind them much cause will. Is either canon or was canon or some ships some people made that started out as crack ships. Anyways. Uh. I’ll do Four Categories. My Top Faves. Fave Ships. The Eh Ships. I don’t like this Ship… I will say now. I don’t know or remember all the fun little Ship names people had came up with so just gonna say their names—

My Top Faves!

Solar x Eclipse

Solar x Sun

Earth x Eclipse

Sun x Eclipse

Sun x Liaia ( @nadinescholtes )

Sun x Eclipse x Solar

Ruin x His Monty

My OCs x Sun / Solar / Eclipse (cause I’m a damn simp for these 3 characters—)

Fave Ships

Foxy x Puppet

Solar x Nebula

Monty x Earth

Eclipse x Liaia ( again @nadinescholtes )

Lunar x Cerise ( @nadinescholtes Sorry for the Tags! Just love your OCs and Ships!)

Sun x BloodMoon

Solar x Ruin

Ruin x Eclipse

New Moon x Solar (Before Solar’s death—)

Eh… Ships

Lunar x Karian

Sun x Taurus (I see you guys! Some of the scenarios are cute! Just not my favorite ship lol)

Sun x Miku

Solar x Nexus

I don’t like this Ship…

Lunar x Gemini (I just never liked this ship from the start—)

Course any Incest Ships or Pro Ships goes here too cause those ships *cough that one TikToker—* is just 🤢 Gross. Ew. No. Get that shit away from me—

Crack Ships!

Solar x Sleep

Lunar x Nutella

Moon x Food

Moon x Sleep

Moon x Fem!Moon

Had to end it off with Silliness instead—

I think that’s all the ships I like 🤔 I am sure I am missing some but these are the ones that I like and am more focused on. haha

But hey feel free to Ask about any other ships I can let you know if I like or don’t like them. lol

But in all seriousness. No judgement on your Ships. All ships (except for the Pro shit—) is welcomed!

[emgoesmed]

omg hey i just came across your post on your first rotation of neurology in my “for you” and i was wondering what ink you were using in your twsby? it’s a gorgeous red

Hi!

It’s the Pilot Iroshizuku Momiji, “autumn leaves”.

My bottle is slightly more worse-for-wear than my others, but it’s an absolutely beautiful red ink and writes really smoothly.

[bear-cubs-art-things]

NEVER

God damn it.

There goes an eco friendly blog I guess 😭😭

[heinous-desiree]

Good

Be scared :)

You're not getting rid of me any time soon :)

Speaking of wolf people

I'm a father to 22 litter

Dandelion and his siblings are gonna take over the city 🥰 (yes I named all the 22 )

-🦤

That's fine, feel free to stick around like a continuous schizophrenic hallucination!

And I feel like one day you are gonna mind break me and then Ima be truly bat shit. But today is not that day!

Oh look, it's a town of wolf children and birb demons! Sired by "DUDE KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTSSSS IT'S AN INFESTATIONNNN". 😌👌

[emergencyplumbingil]

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[neon-danger]

I made my friend fix a few broken traits as I got tired of dealing with the stuttering they gave me with moodlets nor did I want to take them out. I swear I'm the only one that ever had this issue with anything as no one else ever has a clue about it, but WHATEVER, my Sims can have all the mood swings they want and any game lag now is by means I have no idea of and don't care to fix. Why are some worlds or districts of worlds laggier than others. I don't know. I also don't care, just don't go to them often, easy, problem solved.

I’ve noticed that uptown in San myshuno is pretty bad, but so is any 64 by 64 lot after get famous

Fr cannot even play on the one in henford on bagley even when the lot is EMPTY

[she-sends-these-asks-to-anyone]

In case some of you missed it, she created more blogs to evade being blocked and send more anons

@antirorveth

@antirorveth22

@rocheiorveth

@antirorveth55

@stophatevernilla

[reasonsforhope]

It’s an open secret in fashion. Unsold inventory goes to the incinerator; excess handbags are slashed so they can’t be resold; perfectly usable products are sent to the landfill to avoid discounts and flash sales. The European Union wants to put an end to these unsustainable practices. On Monday, [December 4, 2023], it banned the destruction of unsold textiles and footwear.

“It is time to end the model of ‘take, make, dispose’ that is so harmful to our planet, our health and our economy,” MEP Alessandra Moretti said in a statement. “Banning the destruction of unsold textiles and footwear will contribute to a shift in the way fast fashion manufacturers produce their goods.”

This comes as part of a broader push to tighten sustainable fashion legislation, with new policies around ecodesign, greenwashing and textile waste phasing in over the next few years. The ban on destroying unsold goods will be among the longer lead times: large businesses have two years to comply, and SMEs have been granted up to six years. It’s not yet clear on whether the ban applies to companies headquartered in the EU, or any that operate there, as well as how this ban might impact regions outside of Europe.

For many, this is a welcome decision that indirectly tackles the controversial topics of overproduction and degrowth. Policymakers may not be directly telling brands to produce less, or placing limits on how many units they can make each year, but they are penalising those overproducing, which is a step in the right direction, says Eco-Age sustainability consultant Philippa Grogan. “This has been a dirty secret of the fashion industry for so long. The ban won’t end overproduction on its own, but hopefully it will compel brands to be better organised, more responsible and less greedy.”

Clarifications to come

There are some kinks to iron out, says Scott Lipinski, CEO of Fashion Council Germany and the European Fashion Alliance (EFA). The EFA is calling on the EU to clarify what it means by both “unsold goods” and “destruction”. Unsold goods, to the EFA, mean they are fit for consumption or sale (excluding counterfeits, samples or prototypes)...

The question of what happens to these unsold goods if they are not destroyed is yet to be answered. “Will they be shipped around the world? Will they be reused as deadstock or shredded and downcycled? Will outlet stores have an abundance of stock to sell?” asks Grogan.

Large companies will also have to disclose how many unsold consumer products they discard each year and why, a rule the EU is hoping will curb overproduction and destruction...

Could this shift supply chains?

For Dio Kurazawa, founder of sustainable fashion consultancy The Bear Scouts, this is an opportunity for brands to increase supply chain agility and wean themselves off the wholesale model so many rely on. “This is the time to get behind innovations like pre-order and on-demand manufacturing,” he says. “It’s a chance for brands to play with AI to understand the future of forecasting. Technology can help brands be more intentional with what they make, so they have less unsold goods in the first place.”

Grogan is equally optimistic about what this could mean for sustainable fashion in general. “It’s great to see that this is more ambitious than the EU’s original proposal and that it specifically calls out textiles. It demonstrates a willingness from policymakers to create a more robust system,” she says. “Banning the destruction of unsold goods might make brands rethink their production models and possibly better forecast their collections.”

One of the outstanding questions is over enforcement. Time and again, brands have used the lack of supply chain transparency in fashion as an excuse for bad behaviour. Part of the challenge with the EU’s new ban will be proving that brands are destroying unsold goods, not to mention how they’re doing it and to what extent, says Kurazawa. “Someone obviously knows what is happening and where, but will the EU?”"

-via British Vogue, December 7, 2023