#gr: 25 to 25

[joehaupt]

Vintage Royal Prince Germanium Crystal Radio, Model GR-25, Headphone Only, Made In Japan, Circa Late 1950s by Joe Haupt Via Flickr: This is not my radio or photograph. It is from an e-Bay auction which ended on April 26, 2023. A very similar transistor version of this radio was also made, model TR-125-A.

[ivystitches]

at this rate taylor will release reputation tv during a very og reputation-esque era

[penelope-garcia]

i’ve been so inactive the past few weeks 😅 but i wanted to share a life update: i have acquired a frog

[life-unintended]

Liberdade

– Lisboa, 25th of April, 2024

[makoto-oka]

★ ☆ ★ カーキの部分は牛皮革 その他はミックスのウール（杢調）の圧縮みたいな素材をベースにしたPRADAのスニーカー。 素材感が冬っぽいのと 重量があるので…普段使いには余り向いてないので 何度も履くことなく…今日に至ります。 本日 天気予報が大きく外れ「最高気温は20℃近くまで上がる」…という予報は大外れ。 で、寒い中 髪を切りに行き その後歯医者さんへ行く予定があったので…この靴を履いて出かけたのです。 笹塚駅のホームで いきなりソールが剥がれまして…(-_-)ﾄﾎﾎ 歩く度にぐにゅっと気持ち悪い足元。 見た目も猛烈に恥ずかしい…(〃ω〃) 仕方なく速攻で駅ビル内のABCマートでスニーカーを買いました。 とんだ散財です。 この靴 見た目は綺麗なんですが、加水分解とか接着剤の脆化で…こんなことに。 みなさん 歩いててソール剥がれたことありますか？ 地獄ですよ。 #gr3 #gr #ricoh ⠀ #gr3x #grphoto⠀ #snap ⠀ #daily⠀ #tokyo ⠀ #恥ずかしい⠀ #ソールが剥がれる⠀ #prada⠀ #25年もっただけで偉い (笹塚駅) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnZmEk6yzqJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[stickandthorn]

I was thinking about that post about redemption I just reblogged, and I think it’s worth pointing out just how difficult and time consuming it would to de-radicalize or “redeem” Lilliana. And I think Essek’s redemption in campaign 2 is actually a really good example of what I’m talking about.

First of all, what the Nein did to redeem Essek was not slowly and politely talk him through why what he did was wrong. They didn’t even know he did anything wrong. What they did was continually reach out to him and give him a support system of friends he did not have before. Notably, friends who he could be comfortable sharing his worldview around: he was an atheist* in a theocratic society who had to hide his worldview in order to have any social, academic, or governmental standing. The mighty nein were probably the first people he could be himself around, and creating a change in his personal life is what led to a change in his ideology. Notably, he did most of the actual deconstructing of his ideology on his own, some before the big betrayal reveal and a lot after. The Nein helped with that directly a little, but the main thing they did was offer him a personal connection he had stakes in, and a people in his life with different world views he hadn’t seen up close before.

This is pretty true to life, in the real world, most people who leave radical or bigoted groups leave at least partially because of a change in their personal life. Even if they do leave because of someone directly challenging their worldview, it’s usually someone they care about who challenges them in a non-aggressive way. It’s still personal.

Secondly, this took a lot of time. I can’t remember exactly how long they spent in the Dynasty, but they befriended Essek over a really long period of in game and out of game time. The cast spent actual real world hours talking pretty much one on one with Essek, and the party spent weeks, maybe even months slowly getting to know him and bringing this support structure into his life. Essek spent even longer actually thinking through and deconstructing on his own. The change in his worldview between the ship and the outpost really shows this, he did a lot of the thinking that led him to change by himself over a lot of time we weren’t there for. They could not have gotten him to actually change his mindset, fully realize what he did was wrong of his own free will, in anything approaching a short amount of time. This was a time consuming process.

All this to say: this is the kind of effort it would take to legitimately de-radicalize Lilliana. She has been in the Vanguard for ~25 years, she most likely joined when she was in her early to mid 20s, and she gave up all personal connections, even her daughter and her husband to join. Not only has her entire ideology been built around this being the right thing to do, her entire personal life is contained within the Vanguard. It’s most likely where she gets any housing or money or really anything from. It is her whole life, and she believes wholeheartedly in it. The level of time and effort it took to get Essek to organically change his mind is most likely the level it would take to get Lilliana to change hers, if not more.

And they don’t have that time. Lilliana is actively doing harm now, she is helping the Vanguard release Predathos right now, they simply do not have the time to redeem her. It sucks, but pragmatically speaking, it is simply not worth the time and effort. Essek gave away the beacons in the past, but also, the Nein did not know he did that for their early friendship. If the Nein had known, they probably would not have put in all the work it took to get him to change. They probably couldn’t have. Lilliana might be able to be redeemed in theory, but so can a lot of people who do very bad things. Focusing on that redemption process is prioritizing Imogen’s complicated feelings over the harsh reality that this is a war, and Lilliana is a key figure in that war doing a great deal of harm. It sucks, but I do think it’s time to move on, and I think Imogen is now leaning that way.

*atheist is a loose term here, it’s hard to be an atheist in a world where gods are proven to exist, but it gets the point across

[jiminjamms]

sex therapy :: 26. together

chapter tags/warnings: a very broken marriage. heavy angst. at least i am not gege. mai and maki and megumi as an iconic trio. infidelity/adultery. family drama. strong language. corruption. 

word count: 4.8k

notes: thank you for the overwhelming reception from the last chapter! work has been consuming my life, sadly, which is why this chapter took longer than i anticipated. gr. in this upcoming piece, though, my main focuses are the character development in y/n as well as explanations from toji himself. enjoy! likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo

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A large, warm hand massaged the delicate stretch between your thumb and forefinger. 

Gently. Leisurely. Daintily. 

Vanilla and cinnamon notes entered your lungs with every inhale, a velvetiness akin to everything you imagined clouds to be like if brushing against your cheek, the comforting sensations bringing back nostalgic memories from the carefree times your heart longed to return to. 

Was this Heaven? you wondered in this dark and dreamy daze.

You would not mind staying in this state eternally if that meant the promise of peace and quiet forever.

A voice, not from yourself, dispersed your thoughts.

“Suguru, what are the chances she won’t ever wake up?” 

Wake up?

Oh, so you were just asleep.

“Shut up, Sukuna,” another person quipped, this tone more leveled and coarser than the last. “Don’t say shit like that.”

The first person, who must be Sukuna then, chuckled lowly to himself. “Oh, who would’ve thought? Choso is having a soft spot?” he marveled with great interest, “Since when did you care so much about—”

But a third voice interrupted the banter. “She’s awake.”

After a long struggle, your eyes fluttered open to see a crowd gathered around you. Immediately beside you was Suguru Geto. He had been the one nestling your hand, but he practically didn’t look like himself with the concern etched into his brow, replacing the cheerfulness in his typical visage. Behind him stood Sukuna and Choso. The former grinned with fierce satisfaction, while the latter…scowled at you?

To be fair, Choso always scowled at you.

“Good evening, gorgeous.” Geto greeted with a melancholic smile, giving you another squeeze, firm and encouraging. Like a true gentleman, he helped you sit upright, his other hand reaching over your head to brush aside some stray strands by your forehead. “Are you feeling okay?” 

Exhaustion, meanwhile, rattled you to the bone.

You were weak, your movements fragile, almost like you were a fawn in her first hours of life. You blinked rapidly while taking in the new environment, only to quickly recognize the gray and cream colors in your surroundings. Back at Toji’s apartment was where you found yourself, with the familiar spiced floral scents from the flickering candle nearby confirming that this was the master bedroom. 

Given the dull throb by your temples, you frowned.

“What—?” your voice came out as a hoarse rasp. “What happened?”

The trio traded looks at each other with communicative eyes.

In the end, Choso tucked his hands into his front pocket and took the initiative to speak. 

“You were in the Zenin residence with Mai and Maki, remember?” No, not really.“Got into an argument with your husband. Started having a panic attack. Collapsed. Puked.”

Oh…

Recollections from your last conscious moments flooded your head like a tsunami: the screaming, the crying, and the fighting. Loud, angry, bitter fighting. 

Fighting for your dignity. Fighting for your heart. Fighting for your life. Goodness gracious. As much as the memories sucked all life from you, you instead felt completely…numb. 

After all, you had already been dead on the inside. You were too worn out, both physically and emotionally, to react. Everything that you had to go through since your wedding had brought you to your wit’s end, and this recent altercation with Naoya Zenin was truly the icing on the cake. 

When you caught sight of yourself in a nearby mirror, you could hardly recognize yourself. Your expression, glum. Your lips, chafed, Your face, pallor. Absent of any other color than an ashen hue. 

“How…did I get here?”

“Mai and Maki got worried and called Toji, who told them to bring you here,” Sukuna answered this time. “You’re lucky the girls reacted fast, else we would have sent you to an emergency room. Suguru even stopped his shift at his clinic to watch over you.”

“I—,” you sighed, lost for words and dropping your tired gaze to the floor. Dealing with inner turmoil to this degree was more than what any sane person could handle. All efforts towards your happiness were in vain anyway, as the cosmos conspired to make your existence one neverending nightmare. Everyone else had their ambitions and shit to deal with, but here you were as an absolute nuisance to the people who should not be otherwise pestered, and you were ashamed for the unnecessary trouble that you had caused. “Gosh, this is embarrassing.”

“We are so sorry!” 

Unexpectedly, the apology came from a girl’s voice, and you had to turn around to see three familiar teenagers by the bedroom door. 

Just last week, you would never have imagined ever seeing Mai, Maki, and Megumi together. Yet, here you were, watching the twins and their—technically speaking—nephew (cute) standing side-by-side, twiddling their thumbs in their nervous corner (also cute). 

Flustered and prepared for admonishment, Mai bowed her head at a slight angle as she hurriedly explained, “We don’t…We don’t mean to put you in an awkward position. We just didn’t know what to do. Maki and I were worried when you fell to the floor and started throwing up. We…We should’ve asked for your permission on who to call for help. But we didn’t know who else to phone, so we ended up dialing Toji. Now, we’ve put you in a weird spot and that is all our fault—”

“Do not apologize. That was the right thing to do.” The comment came from yet another person, and when Sukuna and Choso stepped to the side, who you saw at the room’s furthest end was none other than Toji Fushiguro himself. 

He had taken a seat all the way by the wall, with one leg thrust over the other in a relaxed but kingly sort of manner. With his sleeves rolled up, his forearms bled to his wrists with ink, and the emeralds in his sharp gaze gleamed as he stared pointedly in your direction. 

Of everyone in the room, his countenance appeared the most composed, but you could feelhim reading through the emotions present on your face. He inclined forward, resting his elbow on his knee and his chin on his palm. 

When he noticed the slightest shift in your posture too, the tiny scar by his lips flexed along with a smile.

“So, you’ve figured me out, hm?”

Easily, you could sense all seven pairs of eyes in the room (the four therapists plus the three teens) landing on you. The sudden attention rendered you nervous. Even if you chose silence as your response, the entire room, the entire planet, and perhaps even the entire galaxy could speculate your answer through your expression alone.

After a long while, you breathed out, “You didn’t tell me that you were a Zenin.”

The elephant in the room had to be addressed obviously, and you were not shy to confront the situation head-on.

While you did not intend to sound accusatory, your tone came off as such anyway. How could you not, when you had essentially been misled for weeks? Sure, Toji probably did not want to be badmouthing the Zenins to the very person (you) who had been recently married into the family. But, by withholding the fact that he and your husband were cousins, Toji had created much unnecessary anguish including the current limbo that your marriage was in right now. 

Meanwhile, that same man pressed his nails into his chin in contemplation. 

“I am not a Zenin, though,” he eventually corrected in a domineering voice, all austere in his throne. “At least, not any longer. I took my first wife’s last name years ago. I go by Fushiguro now.” Curt, direct, and pithy. Toji wasted not a syllable. “Everything worked out though, I guess. Naobito cut me off from the Zenin clan earlier this year. Gave me ten billion yen and told me to get lost, so I did.”

Toji always kept his private matters to himself, but with everything that he had gone through, you were struck by his poise, as if being expelled from such an influential household had been a high-school breakup he had gotten over long ago. 

Nonetheless, you wondered if he missed that other life, and you brought your knees toward your chest.

“So,” how should you put this, “you’re not upset?”

Toji scoffed immediately.

“Upset?” A bitter grin spread off his lips. “Why would I be upset? That household is a trash dump. All my life, there were no choices for me to make when my uncles and granduncles decided everything already,” and he began counting with his fingers, “my teachers, my classes, my extracurriculars, my friends. Everything. I was only a puppet to bring honor to the family name, bring in money for the company.”

Listening to his sonorous voice, you rested your cheek onto a knee.

"I see."

His story was depressing, and from conversations with in-laws such as Mai and Maki, you knew that he was not lying, either. Coming from nobility as well, you were also aware of the pressures that came with the people who boasted their 'old-money' statuses, but the Zenin household had always been notorious for being miserable. 

Toji had said so before in a prior discussion, how ‘family isn’t family for something like the Zenins’ because both politics and business took precedence.

Then, he went on.

“Some people would kill to have my problems, but I did not want that life, you know? Around the time I started college, I decided that I wanted to make judgments for myself and be my own distinct entity, but that made people upset. Privileged. Entitled. Ungrateful. Whatever. My family members called me many things as a young adult when they figured I did not want to be their pawn for my whole life, with the only person who understood me for many years being my best friend in university.”

Megumi’s mom.

Toji nearly appeared to be an altogether different person whenever he spoke about his first wife. The chartreuse in his eyes would stir with both sorrow and fond reminiscence as he thought about the Mrs. Fushiguro you would never get to meet, his closest confidant whom he lost to the cruel separation brought by life versus death. She must have been someone whom he valued a lot—a person who completely transformed him—as Toji had discarded his last name (which was Zenin, of all things) for hers.

‘He truly loved my mom,’ Megumi explained before. 'He had given up everything.’

Thus, fate could truly be unfair.

The loss and pain Toji must have endured, a topic Megumi had alluded to in his discussion with you before.

Not to mention, the expectations, frustration, and suffocation that came from the clan's elders, too. Experiencing the intense atmosphere in the Zenin household firsthand allowed you to empathize with him. Given the stark differences between him and your lawful husband, there was no wonder Toji did not wish to deal with his older relatives' high-strung conventions.

But, if he had been suffering so much… 

“Why did you care so much for what your family thought?” you asked, disregarding the look that the three teenagers by the door exchanged with each other. “Toji, you went to university in the United States. You had a wife and son at a young age. You went from a business background to a licensed therapist, so why did you not—”

“Leaving is difficult when you’re the family heir and the corporation’s CEO.” 

The expression that you then returned was blank.

Huh?

His words triggered something in your head, so you repeated after him.

“Leaving is difficult when,” and your voice trailed off, “when…you…are the heir and CEO.”

Heir. CEO.

Zenin.

Toji.

Naoya.

But Toji’s older.

‘Naoya got into a huge dispute with him earlier this year.’

Sheer realization slapped you hard across your face. No way.

“Toji,” you began after letting the revelation sink into you a while later, but your voice barely eeked above a mumble, “so you were once the successor to the Zenin household and company?"

The man in question did not respond, but the silent affirmation from the six other onlookers was an answer in itself.

Yes.

In hindsight, you wanted to say you had always seen the possibility. Still, you never fully registered this until now: the thoughtfulness in his strategy, the sophistication in his speech, the charisma in his leadership. 

Previously, Toji had impressed you with how much he knew about the Zenin Corporation’s market share in the Asia-Pacific or the firm’s outsized influence on the international stage. Yet, most (including yourself) would not guess that someone like Toji Fushiguro—your tattooed and brawny sex therapist (plus single dad)—had once been heralded as the indisputable inheritor to the proud lineage and conglomerate. 

That had been your mistake. 

Toji was more than what people made him out to be, which reminded you to never assume anything superficially about someone—a remark he had once made. For good reason, because he had been referring to himself all along.

You could almost visualize Toji Fushiguro as the seasoned executive he had once been in light of this new information: his black strands slicked into a side part, his charcoal blazer freshly pressed, his leather oxfords newly polished. 

Maybe because he was more mature or maybe because he was simply older, but Toji appeared more fitting for the important roles in the Zenin household compared to the man presently poised for succession. 

Consequently, you must also ask, “Then, how did Naoya end up in your seat?”

Sukuna and Megumi shared a glance.

Choso grimaced, and Suguru kissed his teeth.

Meanwhile, Toji ran a lone finger down his jaw, following the lines from a tattoo. 

“Let me give you some context, sweetheart,” he offered, now brushing his chin as he spoke. “For the last—let’s say—few hundred years, the oldest male in each generation became the leader in the Zenin clan. Is the rule stupid? Yes. Should there be more criteria in evaluating a potential heir aside from birth order? Also yes. But nothing has stopped this before because the Zenins, as you know by now, are a family built on antiquity and tradition. So, when I was born as the oldest male in my generation and Naoya had come in second place...” 

Toji did not have to finish his sentence for you to figure out the rest.

Despite the demands that came along with being the next family head, Toji must have been esteemed as nothing short of a crown price among the Japanese elite, with seniors in the Zenin household utilizing all their resources to prepare the once young and starry-eyed boy for taking over such an influential role. Naturally, his enviable position would spark jealousy, even from those whom Toji deemed related to by birth.

Including his very own younger first cousin.

Toji frowned in exasperation.

“Your husband is one childish and jealous brat, but Naoya Zenin has been like that for as long as I have known him. To claim the heir and CEO titles, he acquired the trust from myself and my colleagues by working with us in sex therapy, only to stab us all in the back. He’s a liar. A total manipulator.” 

And, from personal experiences, you knew that those words could not be more true.

At this point, Toji sank his handsome face into his immense palm. 

“Well, now Naoya Zenin has everything he wants but is still an incompetent asshole. The whole enterprise is hanging by a thread. The entire clan cannot fucking stand him. What’s crazy is that his father Naobito is not doing anything about this, and I cannot tell if that is because the old man is giving his son free passes or because he has finally gotten senile. With Naoya's pettiness, though, the father-son duo have done everything to erase my name from the family, even going as far as to dismiss the executives that I brought onto the management team to undo my legacy.” 

When Toji glanced up to cast his gaze forward, you then suddenly understood that the three other men in the room were more than just his fellow board-licensed colleagues.

You recalled Toji’s words in the Teyvat meeting room.

‘I recruited these guys right when they completed their undergraduate degrees, around the time I just opened my therapy office,’ and the puzzle pieces clicked into place from the realization that sex therapy had not been the only thing that Toji had worked with them on—Sukuna, Choso, and Suguru had been executives at the Zenin Corporation reporting to Toji, too. ‘We’ve been working together since, for the past four years.’

Discerning these revelations from your expressions, Toji added in confirmation.

“I had selected these three to oversee the Zenin Corporation’s operations with me,” he said, and you remembered the same conversation in which the men discussed their University of Tokyo studies while Toji listed their previous roles. Sukuna, Economics. “Sukuna, Director of Investments and Real Estate.” Choso, Mechanical Engineering. “Choso, Chief Engineer and Supply Chain Manager.” Suguru, Biology. “Suguru, Healthcare and Innovation Administrator.”

Arguably the most consequential divisions in a conglomerate that spanned numerous sectors, with each department bringing in yen by the billions every year.

‘These guys have treated me like family more than my blood-related kin have.’

Learning this about the four therapists added to your fascination. 

For you, the discovery was like uncovering a hidden treasure trove. To imagine everything that the four—as one cohesive unit—had gone through together at the top of the corporate ladder: scrutiny from the media and stakeholders, impromptu meetings that demanded make-or-break decisions, and immediate responses to industry trends and regulations. 

Only for them to be cast aside by no one other than your husband.

In the end, this all made sense.

Now, you understood why the therapists were once incredibly demeaning and belligerent toward you. How could they possibly sympathize with the woman married to the man who had taken virtually everything from them? 

Heck, if you were in their shoes and had no further context, you would hate yourself, too.

Only now were you hearing their perspectives, and you were grateful that—compared to several weeks before—they trusted you enough to open up. 

At last, all you could do was sigh and mutter, “I’m sorry.” 

“For what?” 

Sukuna shot back without hesitation, which stunned you given how he had been the one who mocked you the most. Yet, a scintilla of kindness flared in his fiery eyes, so you continued with your tone softer and quieter.

“I feel terrible.” Such vulnerability in front of so many people at once went beyond your comfort zone. “For the unfairness Naoya had brought upon you all, and how I…I can’t change anything. I can’t do anything. All I am is…useless.”

“No, you are powerful,” Suguru interjected this time. “Your husband relies on your public image to keep scrutiny off him. He needs you. He’s been demoralizing you for months because he knows the ball will always be in your court, and never his.”

His words made you stop.

“You truly think so?” you asked.

“Yes.” 

Choso, who replied, seemed honest. 

He was honest. 

He might throw you off from how aloof and stoic his attractive face would appear, but Choso was not a liar.

Bringing your feet off the bed, you slowly swung your feet. 

“I…am surprised you all even want to talk to me.” 

Toji tugged at his dress shirt’s collar and flashed his ink-covered muscles underneath. “What makes you think that?” 

His pointed question made you realize how much Naoya had been fucking with your mind, blaming and villainizing you at every chance, thus devolving you into a spineless worm feeling remorse for every little thing.

Shrugging, you tossed your gaze to the side. 

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “You could have avenged yourself by now. I am Naoya’s wife and Naobito’s daughter-in-law. There had been a thousand chances for you to do something horrible to me: to hurt me, blackmail me, spread dirty rumors about me, but…you haven’t.”  

“Why would I do that?” Toji replied instantly and candidly. Rather than appearing offended by your judgments, he started giving you that look again whenever he had his therapist hat on—the one where he would tilt his head at a slight angle to gauge the sentiments painted across your face. “I could have chosen to be bitter and vengeful for the rest of my life, but I am grateful for what I have. Why let a toxic bunch impact my life? I already told you how that household is an absolute fucking hell. I'm glad I have found an out. At the very least, my son would not have to deal with the crap from my young adult years because you know who is the oldest male in the generation after mine?”

Megumi. 

All gazes now fell upon the younger Fushiguro, who tried to casually shrug the attention off. 

Who cares if I was second-in-line to leading perhaps the most prestigious family in Japan? his nonchalance wanted to convey, but his ears turned pink anyway.  

Toji continued, “Then, of course, there are some people whom I care about a lot.” Using his head, he gestured to the twins. “These girls are the best aunts to my son that I, as a father, could ever ask for. They’re only one year older than Megumi, but Mai and Maki used to go on playdates with him on the weekends, walk him to school every morning, and cook him breakfasts over the holidays. The twins even helped my son take his first steps. There is this one photo we have in the library—I don’t know if you have gotten a chance before to see it. But there’s Mai and Maki, each holding one of Megumi’s little hands back in his chubby toddler days and—” 

“Dad!” a very flustered and irritated teenage boy finally had to say. “This is not the time to talk about that picture!” 

Next to him, a proud Mai and Maki coo and tease their grouchy nephew, poking at his puffed-up cheeks and ruffling his uncombed hair. 

“Aw, is someone a little embarrassed?”

Smiling at the little banter from the trio, Toji did not let them distract him from his conversation with you. “What I’m trying to get at is…life’s too short not to enjoy the happy sides of it,” but his eyes glazed with rue nevertheless, “Now is the perfect time to focus on your well-being. Take a look around this room. A lot of people want to see you leading a fulfilling life, Y/N. A fulfilling life for yourself, not for anyone else. Not for me, not for anyone in this room, and certainly not for your husband. Nothing—and I mean absolutely nothing—should hold you back from pursuing your health and happiness.” 

While you assumed that your best times were over, Toji reminded you those good days can be brought back with the right attitude. He had a point. Why should you allow your marriage to hinder you from connecting with people whom you care about, working towards the passions that brought you purpose, and feeling the love that you deserve? 

Instead, you should seek every sunrise and sunset as an opportunity to live better and without regrets.

As you ruminated on this different mindset, a sudden knock from the door cut your thoughts short.

Who…

Like you, most others looked around blankly, but Toji ordered from his seat, “Let him in.”

Mai, who stood closest to the entryway, obeyed. 

Once she unlocked the door, the room fell silent save for the footsteps of the man walking in, his soles creating soft echoes on the linoleum floor. Overhead, pale lights revealed the lines etched on his exhausted face, the worry that sat heavily on his chest. 

“Mister Daisuke,” someone eventually acknowledged out of respect.

Your father did not hear the greeting as he searched the room, his sullen gaze darting from face to face until he found you. His shoulders fell from his overwhelming relief. Still in a suit after a long workday, he stumbled forward feebly. 

“You’re alright,” he whispered between steps, scarcely audible. 

He crouched toward the floor once he approached you, and when Suguru transferred your hands into your father’s, you noticed the unstoppable quiver from the latter even as you gripped him tightly in an attempt to stop the tremor. 

His skin was tough, weathered by his additional decades in life. But, in his palms, you found the familiar tenderness that had comforted you since you were a little girl and, in his gaze, you noticed the sadness only found in the despair of a heartbroken parent.

“Thank goodness, you are okay,” and before everyone, tears slipped past his eyes, “I was terrified. I was so scared. When Toji called to tell me you had thrown up and collapsed, do you know how afraid I was?” 

You glanced over at the said therapist, reminding yourself that—if Toji had been the CEO before Naoya—he must have worked very closely with your COO father up until recently. For your father to know exactly where you were and walk in with this expression suggested that the former colleagues had had a lengthy conversation about your circumstances. A part of you wanted to be angry. Why drag your father into this worry? But a larger part of you had always wanted to reveal to him the wretched months that had gone by and longed for his support. 

And now, he was here.

The older man took a shuddering breath and brought his fingers to your cheek, holding and cradling you like he would never get to do this again. 

“I can’t lose you,” he lamented. “I have lost enough in my life already. I cannot lose you, too. I just can’t. Why have you not told me the truth? If you were not happy with Naoya, why have you not told me sooner? Did you think I would place my loyalty to the company over my own child? I feel so guilty and broken to hear about what you have been going through.”

Frankly, you felt just as broken, too. 

In fact, seeing and hearing your father weep like this shattered you. As devoted as your father was, his front never failed to be unwavering and strong. Even when your mother’s death left a significant hole in his heart, he bit back his grief. Scars from your mother’s untimely death scarred his heart, wounds that never healed and would stay with him until his last breath, but he rarely expressed his suppressed sorrow. 

All for your sake. Because you were his one and only daughter, his one and only child. 

So now, for him to see you in such a sorry state was crushing his whole world that had become you.

“Dad.” You helped him wipe his tears away, just like how he had always done for you. “I didn’t want to make you disappointed. I didn’t want to make you sad. I…I just wanted to protect you.”

“No,” he responded firmly. How could a loving father accept the possibility that his daughter would even think about placing him before herself? “Protect yourself first.”

You looked up when you sensed two more approaching individuals and found Mai and Maki with doleful smiles.

“We still have something to return to you, Y/N.”

In your left palm, each girl pressed one ring—the first which promised a future forever and the second which symbolized an infinite unity. 

You stared at the jewelry as your chest remembered the waves of happiness, excitement, hope, confusion, betrayal, and pain. 

So, so much pain.

Your father, who would not miss the solemn undertones in your gaze, squeezed your hands in his. 

“My dear daughter,” he started, and you could tell he could no longer bear to see you suffer any longer, “what are you planning to do?”

Your throat turned dry.

Any possibility seemed like a viable solution, a means for a desperate escape. 

For months, you should have prepared yourself for this very question, but now that you were confronted with this reality for the first time, you did not know what to say. 

You had clutched onto the false hope for your troubled marriage to be sorted out. Escaping your dreary matrimony had once been too far-fetched of an option given an impending cold war between your families, which you would never wish upon the stars to happen. Therefore, even as you found yourself stuck on a stifling dead end, you did not exactly prepare for the next steps for the occasion you found Naoya Zenin’s mistreatment too much to bear.

However, times have changed.

Your allies and enemies have changed.

Most of all, you have changed.

Therefore, with all the universe’s possibilities at your fingertips, one particular option stuck out. 

“I’m going to file for a divorce.”

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end notes: So many things. To see us freak out at the idea of a divorce during the beginning of the fic, up to now, where we suggested the option out of our volution. Also, the much-needed heart-to-heart conversation between Toji and us, and how that really shows a slow maturation in our relationship with him (and everyone else)! Let me know what you think, and see you next chapter!

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Potato gratin Dauphinois ©chefsofiaa

Ingredients/Instructions

-Potatoes 1 kg -Milk 350 gr -Heavy cream 150 gr -Nutmeg to taste (1/3 tsp) -Salt and pepper to taste -Thyme sprigs -3-4 cloves of garlic -A little butter to grease the pan -Hard cheese (your favorite) 100 gr and Cheese Gruyere 150 gr (you don’t have to add it, the authentic recipe doesn’t add it, but if you add it you won’t regret it) Steps to make it: -Pour milk and cream into a saucepan, add garlic cloves, grated nutmeg and thyme sprigs. Bring to a boil over low heat -Peel and thinly slice potatoes (you can use a mandolin or the slicing attachment on a food processor). Add the potatoes to the heated cream mixture. -Simmer for 6-7 mins, stirring occasionally until the potatoes arout of the pan and arrange them in the baking dish. Sprinkle over a little grated cheese -Repeat until you’ve run out of potatoes. Finish with a layer cheese -Place in the oven and bake for 25-30 minutes, until the cheese is golden. Parboiling the potatoes helps to ensure the potatoes will be fully cooked and tender after 20-25 minutes in the oven. Using raw potatoes would increase the cooking time substantially, meaning the cheese could be too brown by the time the potatoes are tender.

[nejiverse]

I know that this could be kinda imposible, being in the bsd universe, but imagine s/o has parents, can i request hunting dogs meeting their inlaws?

MEETING THE INLAWS

Jouno, Tachihara, Tecchou

I thoroughly enjoyed writing this lol. Fem! Reader

cw: just the boys embarrassing you (both intentionally and unintentionally)

775 words

When you told Jouno your parents would like to meet him, he had no objections at all

You had to make him pinky promise that he wouldn’t do anything to embarrass you because he had a really bad habit of doing that, he enjoys seeing you all flustered and embarrassed

He greets your parents normally with a handshake and a warm smile which makes you hopeful that everything would go smoothly

Spoiler it doesn’t

He’s comfortably sitting on the couch next to your mother as he rambles on about every single embarrassing thing you’ve done

Your mother on the other hand is doing the same thing except only telling stories of when you were younger

It’s as if both of them had a vendetta against your or something

“Mom please stop..”, you drawled out the last word of your sentence as you attempted to drag Jouno off the couch and out the door.

You two had stayed long enough and you were tired.

“Actually that reminds me of another time Y/n wasn’t looking where she was going”, Jouno remarked.

You knew what he was gonna say cause he always brought it up 25/8

You glared at him. “Don’t you dare!”.

“It was on a cold Winter’s day that—”, you placed your hands over his mouth, telling him to shush.

Your mother only laughed.

She didn’t need to know that when you two were walking idly one day that you were on your phone and weren’t looking in front of you which ended up with you bumping your head against a sign pole and a big bump on your forehead which Jouno laughed hysterically at every morning he saw it.

He did try to warn you but you were too immersed in your phone.

Your mother didn’t need to know that though.

Tachihara is seen as a quite confident person but upon mentioning your parents wanting to meet him, he’s a nervous wreck at first but eventually he’ll calm down

He just wants to live up to the expectations your parents had for him cause if they didn’t approve of him, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself

His words are endearing

He promises them that he’ll take good care of you and that he’ll never make you cry

He’s very tense until you place a reassuring hand on his

“I would do absolutely anything for your daughter!”

If for some reason your parents didn’t approve of him best believe he’d get on his hands and knees and literally plead

“You’ll be fine, they don’t bite”, you patted Tachihara on the shoulder.

“I dunno. I’d say they would if worse comes to worst”, he began wringing his hands.

When you noticed this, you took on of his hands in between your own and placed a kiss on his knuckles, resulting in a light shade of pink coating the apples of his cheek.

“You haven’t even met them yet, how would you know?? Just calm down alright?”.

As expected, your actions and words were able to calm him down.

Tachihara was polite throughout and had his way with words. So much so that your parents immediately took a liking to him.

“See? All your worrying was for nothing!”.

He was smiling like an idiot all the way home.

Tecchou is very formal about it

Like boy’s on his knees and everything

He ends up saying a lot of things that embarrass you but he doesn’t do it intentionally, he trying alright!

He firmly believes that all his respect should go to your parents since they were the ones who created you (his words not mine)

Tecchou immediately sat on his two knees and bowed his head.

Your parents blinked at you but you only avoided their confused gazes and put a hand over your face. You knew you should’ve warned him before leaving home..

“Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. L/n”.

Your parents were reluctant to as but “For..what?”.

Techhou raised his head and placed a hand on his chest. “For creating such an amazing woman like Y/n. I’m forever grateful”.

That was your queue to butt-in cause if you didn’t, who knows what words would come out of his mouth next.

“Woah would you look at the time! We have to go”, you chuckled haphazardly, pulling Tecchou behind you.

“Go where Y/n? It’s eight pm—”.

“Shh!”.

Despite the fact Tecchou was a bit over the top sometimes, you still found it a bit endearing.

Masterlist :)

[russellius]

2024 DUTCH GP : Thursday

GR: But you know, there's zero hard feelings because we're in this together and it will make us stronger for the future. And that race, I lost 25 points. But in my mind, that is still a win. I've kept my helmet, and it's going to be going on my bedside table with my other two victories. And as I said, those celebrations I had with the team in that moment straight after were some of the best feelings of my career. So I'll only take positives from what happened.

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In the depths of weary toil, I find,

A truth that echoes within my mind.

People don masks, a charade they play,

But as a Christian, I choose a different way.

For we are called to be true and sincere,

In a world where facades often appear.

Set free and justified, we stand tall,

Why then, do some choose to build a false wall?

Is it a lack of confidence, a fear of rejection,

That drives them to wear a deceptive reflection?

Moments of exaggeration we all may know,

But a consistent masquerade, where does it go?

Yet in this dance of pretense and disguise,

God's watchful eye sees through our disguise.

No hiding, no cloak can conceal our true state,

For He knows our hearts, our every trait.

Christian or believer, they may claim to be,

Yet hiding from God, how can this be?

Our faith transcends religion's mere form,

A genuine bond with God, the true norm.

As I dwell in the presence of divine,

A freedom blossoms, a truth so fine.

In God's embrace, I find solace and rest,

And the courage to be my authentic best.

These musings, reflections of today,

A reminder to walk in truth's pure way.

For in the realm of masks and pretense,

True freedom lies, a profound recompense.

GR&R ©

Gracefully Redeemed & Restored

25 April 2019

#Poetry

[sgiandubh]

For very grumpy people: Baby the Dog's Thai Honey Glazed Wings

What are you usually cooking after a very long day of packing, sorting, cursing, procrastinating and sulking? Especially when you need to pull out something (relatively) quick and (extremely) comforting?

This evening, Baby the Dog and I whipped up a batch of our not so secret Thai Honey Glazed Wings. You'll find approximations of this very basic Asian recipe all over the Internet, and with a little more time (and fresh ginger) on my hands I would have certainly made Braised Coca-Cola Wings (Kele Jichi), one of the finest Chinese contributions to humanity. But, it is what it is and the reason these are named after Baby the Dog' is this pic. Taken when he was still a Godzilla Terminator Puppy, bribed with some Frosties to let me cook in peace:

For a 10 wings batch you will need:

4 Tablespoons/60 grams thick honey, 2 to 3 Tablespoons/30 to 45 grams Sriracha (mandatory), the juice of 1 lemon (can be replaced by a lime, which is what I always do), 4 Tablespoons/60 gr dark soy sauce, 1 Tablespoon/15 grams น้ำพริกเผา (naam priik pla) which is often translated as chili jam (but it's not really true) and which I always replace by sweet chili sauce (whatever brand does the trick). Optional: sesame seeds, to play it cool.

Preheat your oven at 200 C (approx 400 F/gas mark 6). If you feel fancy or are serving these to people, you can separate the flats and drumettes - it also tastes much better and is easier to maneuver.

In a bowl, add and mix all the ingredients for the marinade in the same order I wrote them down. Only mix with a wooden spoon, until you feel no resistance from the thick honey.

Add in and rub vigorously the wings, cover with saran wrap and leave be for at least 10 to 30 minutes. You can torture yourself and place them in the fridge overnight, but it does nothing for the final taste. So, nope. This is a very satisfying quick fix, let it remain so.

Line with parchment paper a 13x8 baking pan, add the wings one by one, bake for 20 to 25 minutes, until golden brown. Halfway through it, pour the rest of the marinade on the wings. Take out, pour all the reduced sauce still in the pan over it and mix (if necessary), sprinkle some sesame seeds on top and pretend it's takeaway. Let cool for five minutes (will it last? nope). Sinfully delicious hot or cold.

This is a very, very easy and effective ego fix for grumpy days. Mark me. You're welcome.

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Cherry Fyolai Cake ☀︎︎🂱

So, for a recipient to 18cm diameter.

You should cook it at 170°C (338°F (443°K)) during 30/40 minutes.

for the batter :

—4 eggs (5 if they’re small)

— 110 gr sugar

spinnn make it sponge

— a pinch of salt

— 120 gr flour

— 25 gr corn meal

— a bit of vanilla sugar

— (if u think necessary, u can use baking powder)

spinnn

bake

take off the cake from the baking tin when the cake is cold

cream (in) :

— 250 / 300 gr. philadelphia

— 90 low cream (33%)

spinnn

— 60 gr icing sugar

in fridge !

cherry (in) put it only when it’s cold or your cream will melt :

— 200 gr cherry. (personnaly I used conserve cherry (cut them or they are too big) + his juice but you can also use frozen cherry )

— 80 gr sugar (u can use a bit more, I don’t really like sugar..)

— 30 gr. corn meal

— 2 spoon of water if u don’t use cherry juice.

make it boil

Assembly : cut in 3 parts tha cake ; put cream (in) ; put cherry (in). at the final part, recover all the cake with ur cream.

decoration :

cherry syrup (again, put it when it’s cold) :

— 50 gr. cherry (tbh honest, you don’t need it that much)

— 150gr. cherry juice

— 80gr. sugar (u can use more, bur as I said, I don’t like when it’s too sweet)

— 3 spoons of corn meal into water (dilute)

make it boil

cream :

ok, u can make a basic “chantilly cream” / “whipped cream”

but, u can also make a butter cream well… idk how to make a good butter cream.

anyway ! enjoy it ! ☼ 🂱

[raeynbowboi]

How to Play as Poison Ivy in Pathfinder 2e

I have wanted to build Poison Ivy in Dungeons and Dragons for a long time, but was always held back. Why? Because there are 14 spells total in Dungeons and Dragons that actually use plants: Druidcraft, Thorn Whip, Entangle, Barkskin, Spike Growth, Plant Growth, Speak with Plants, Grasping Vine, Guardian of Nature, Commune With Nature, Wrath of Nature, Druid Grove, Transport Via Plants, and Wall of Thorns. It's not nothing, but Druids in DnD learn 25 spells, and only 14 actually deal with plants, barely more than half. It never felt sufficient to actually build the character in DnD. But Pathfinder has far better elemental variety, which makes building a character like Poison Ivy far easier.

ANCESTRY

Dr. Pamela Isley was born a human, but became an ecoterrorist super villain after an accident gave her Chlorokinesis. This power connected Isley to The Green, a metaphysical energy field connecting all plant life in the universe. There are two especially good options for Poison Ivy's Ancestry:

Ardande Human: Poison Ivy is canonically Human. The Ardande Versatile Heritage can be applied to any race. Ardande are those touched by or hailing from the Elemental Plane of Wood, making them related to Genies, much like the Genasi of DnD. Ardande Heritage feats allow Poison Ivy to recover vitality through photosynthesis, resist effects with the Plant, Poison, or Wood trait on top of succeeding against Poisoned effects more easily, speak to trees through the Wood Element language of Muan, leave a path of flowers and vines when she steps or strides which creates difficult terrain, summon a wood elemental, and nature can even form a barrier to protect Poison Ivy from an attack as a reaction.

Thorned Rose Ghoran: The Ghorans are a sentient race of plant beings created by the Archdruid Ghorus during a war between Nex and Geb. Ghorans of the Thorned Rose heritage are beautiful, but hide sharp thorns that harm those who touch them. I also considered the Enchanting Lily Ghoran, whose sweet, flowery aroma makes them Trained in Diplomacy and grants a bonus when they Make an Impression. Ghoran Ancestry feats let Poison Ivy make thorny unarmed attacks, make her thorned fists more deadly and let her use her Wicked Thorns feature more often, create a perfume cloud that can dazzle and blind non-plant creatures, deal poison damage to anyone who touches her, and cast Nature's Reprisal (a 6th level spell) once per hour as an innate spell.

Both Ancestry options make a lot of sense for Poison Ivy, but of the two, I gravitate toward Thorned Rose Ghoran over Ardande Human. In fairness, it is also possible to choose to be an Ardande Ghoran, granting access to both sets of ancestry feats, but this is not the best option as it forces her to Sophie's Choice her best options.

BACKGROUNDS

Criminal: Poison Ivy has been a notorious supervillain for several years. She becomes trained in Thievery, learns Underworld Lore, and gains the Experienced Smuggler skill feat.

Dendrologist: Dr. Isley gains an in-depth knowledge of trees. She becomes Trained in Survival, learns Plane of Wood Lore, and gains the Terrain Expertise (Forest) skill feat.

Elementally Infused (Wood): With this background, Poison Ivy was exposed to a Planar Breach from the Plane of Wood, becoming infused with Planar magic. She learns Plane of Wood Lore, and gains Root Reading, which she can cast as an Innate Primal spell.

Herbalist: Poison Ivy has studied the healing properties of herbs and plants. She becomes Trained in Nature, learns Herbalism Lore, and gains the Natural Medicine skill feat.

Plant Whisperer: She has a green thumb so potent it borders on a magical understanding of plants. Poison Ivy gains Nature proficiency, Plant Lore, and the Natural Medicine skill feat.

For her background, I'll go with Plant Whisperer. Herbalist also works well, the only real difference between the two is which Lore she's trained in. But as a botanist, Dr. Isley would know a great deal about plants, even if she does also know their medicinal uses. Elementally Infused is just going to give her a spell she's already going to grab, Dendrologist just improves her survival skills in forests, and Criminal has nothing to do with her botanical training.

FAITH

Any character of any class can choose to worship any deity and don't need to be a Cleric. Ordinarily, I tend to omit this with most characters, but Poison Ivy's reverence for The Green and Mother Nature are definitely devout enough to register as a faith. So, which god would Poison Ivy worship?

The Green Mother: The Eldest Goddess of Carnivorous Plants, Intrigue, and Seduction. Her methodology resembles that of Poison Ivy. Using seduction to manipulate people and lure them into the waiting jaws of her plants. The Green Mother is somewhat popular among Ghoran worshippers.

Gendowyn: The Fey Goddess of the Fangwood Forest, she is a living manifestation and representation of the natural world, not unlike The Green in DC Comics. Her edicts include preserving nature, oppose the agents of Cyth-V'sug, the Demon Lord of Decay and Fungus, destroy blighted fey, make no deal with fiends, and harm no innocents.

The Green Man: The Green Man normally only allows himself to be worshipped by sentient plants such as Leshy and Ghorans, but other races can be accepted as worshippers if they prove themselves as allies to nature and plantlife. The Green Man's edicts include nurturing the growth of nature, the preservation of natural environments, suffer no abuse to nature to go unpunished, do nothing to destroy or tarnish natural spaces, and do no harm to plants except to preserve more plants in the process.

Shumunue: The Elemental Lord of the Plane of Wood, when she found the plane, it was still with silent plantlife. She birthed new life into the plane by creating mimicries of nature out of moving wood. Leaves buzz like bees through the sky as wooden deer gallop between the trees.

Of these four, The Green Mother and the Green Man make the most sense for Poison Ivy to worship. The Green Mother reflects her attitude and desire to feed the world to her plants. While the Green Man better reflects her preservation of nature above all else.

BUILD OPTIONS

Leaf Order Druid: All Druids swear their fealty to nature, but each Order swears themselves to a different aspect of nature. Druids of the Leaf Order devote themselves to plants, trees, and fungus. And unlike Druids in DnD, Wild Shape is not a Class Feature that Poison Ivy needs to ignore. As a Druid of the Leaf Order, she gains the Leshy Familiar feat, and if she gains an Animal Companion, she can choose a Wood Elemental. At 2nd Level, she can take the Order Explorer feat, which can allow her to take the Animal Companion feat from the Animal Order. All Druids also get to learn either Animal Empathy or Plant Empathy as a free feat for joining the class, and of course she'll choose Plant Empathy.

Wood Impulse Kineticist: A Kineticist does not possess magic or spellcasting, but rather has an innate connection to one of the Elemental Planes, in this case, the Elemental Plane of Wood, which grants Poison Ivy with Chlorokinesis.

Nymph Bloodline Sorcerer: Sorcerers possess innate magic, but unlike Druids who all pull their magic from Nature, a Sorcerer's magic can come from any source. As such, the Sorcerer's spell list is dictated by their Bloodline. Those of the Nymph Bloodline trace their lineage to nature spirits such as Dryads. Sorcerers of the Nymph Bloodline get Granted Spells on top of their chosen spells. They gain Tangle Vine, Charm, Calm, Animal Vision, Vital Beacon, Wave of Despair, Repulsion, Unfettered Pack, Moment of Renewal, and Overwhelming Presence. They also gain three Bloodline Spells: Nymph's Token, Blinding Beauty, and Establish Ward. They can cast any spell as many times as they have spell slots for, and can choose one Signature Spell per spell level. Their Signature Spells can be Heightened freely without needing to be relearned.

Plant Eidolon Summoner: Summoners, like Sorcerers, change their spell list based on the eidolon they can summon, and Plant Summoners use the Primal Spell List. Plant Summoners forge a bond with a Plant Trait creature such as an Arboreal Warden, a Dryad, a Vine Viper, or a Forest Dragon. Their Class Feats focus on evolving their Eidolon into a stronger form, with feats granting their eidolons elemental energy, growing to Large or Hulking size, becoming ridable mounts, gliding or flying, gaining a burrowing or climbing speed, or becoming powerful spellcasters in their own right. Summoners, however, are not full spellcasters. They only get 4 spell slots and 4 spells known. However, these spell slots are always 2 per level, for their two highest spellcasting levels, making them similar to Warlocks in DnD. If their Eidolon takes the Magical Understudy, Magical Adept, and Magical Master evolution feats, it can learn Primal Spells for levels 1-7, making up for their Summoner only getting level 8 and 9 spells. If you also take Share Eidolon Magic, then your Eidolon can cast your Summoner spells, and Poison Ivy can cast the Eidolon's spells, allowing them to share their spell lists and spell slots.

Wilding Steward Witch: Witches gain an esoteric understanding of the mysteries of the universe, and focus their magical abilities through a familiar. While most familiars are animals, Familiar Abilities can give Poison Ivy a Familiar with the Plant or Fungus Trait, the Wood and Elemental traits, a Poison Reservoir, Spellcasting, and can even assist Poison Ivy in criminal activity by Aiding her in Deception and Thievery. Witches also learn 3 lessons. Poison Ivy can study the Lesson of the Elements, the Lesson of Mischief, and the Lesson of Renewal.

Captivator Archetype: Poison Ivy gains access to spells from the Occult Spell List, but only of the Enchantment and Illusion trait. Other feats allow Poison Ivy to Countercharm, sustain captivator spells effortlessly, and cast a 1st level Captiavor spell that takes 2 actions or fewer as a reaction to being attacked. However, before you get too excited, Enchantment does not mean spells like Charm or Dominate. Spells with the Enchantment tag include Dull Ambition, Forced Mercy, Warrior's Regret, and Infectious Ennui.

Familiar Master (Druid, Sorcerer, Witch): If you want to improve your Familiar, taking this archetype will let you augment your familiar further and expand what your familiar is capable of doing.

Geomancer (Forest, Plains, Swamp: Plant): When you cast a spell with a trait that reflects the environment you're in, you gain a boon as a result. Using plant magic in a forest makes enemies Clumsy 1, on the plains it grants Temporary Hit Points equal to the spell's level, and in the swamp, a plant spell deals persistent poison damage equal to half the spell's level with a Fortitude save. At higher levels, Poison Ivy can ignore the terrain she's in to gain the benefits of any 1 terrain that matches the trait of the spell she cast, letting her gain the effects of being in the plains even when fighting in a desert. She can ignore difficult terrain in a terrain type she just drew attunement from, she can draw healing energy from the terrain around her, cast the Commune with Nature ritual spell, create difficult terrain around herself and offset those caught in her difficult terrain, be protected by your attuned terrain type, and cast spells of the terrain type with 1 less action. However, because her spell list is so Plant-focused, fighting anywhere but the Plains, Forests, and Swamps undercuts this archetype, even with the feat that lets her ignore her surroundings.

Herbalist: Makes Poison Ivy better at treating wounds with medicinal herbs and poultices. She can grant her allies buffs based on the herbs she can find in the environment type, and craft Elixirs of Life.

Poisoner: You become adept at crafting and distributing poison to your enemies. Your poisons can gain a longer shelf life, give foes penalties to rolls against your poisons, gain tolerance to your own poisons, and poison two adjacent foes at the same time.

Hag Bloodline Sorcerer (Archetype): The main reason this is being included is because Poison Ivy also has a variety of mind manipulation abilities, and those kinds of spells can be found on the Occult spell list. By taking the Hag Bloodline, Poison Ivy gains access to the Occult Spell List, and can thus take spells like Charm, Command, Enthrall, and Dominate. In order to gain access to high level Occult spells, she has to become Legendary in Occultism.

DRUID LEAF ORDER

As if there was ever any doubt, Poison Ivy gets her power from nature and is closely connected to plant-life above all else. Unlike Druids in DnD where they have to ignore their Wild Shape feature, each Druid order gets class feats at every level that allows them to stay more on-theme with the element of nature they embody. Thus, choosing the Leaf Order not only grants Ivy access to the Primal Spell list, but her Druid class feats can further expand on her plant-themed abilities.

HAG BLOODLINE SORCERER (ARCHETYPE):

Outside of her plant powers, the other thing Poison Ivy is known for is her ability to control and manipulate the minds and emotions of others. And no spell list does this better than the Occult Spell List. The Hag Bloodline is just the closest to her nature vibe that can grant her the Occult spell list.

DRUID SPELLS

C Puff of Poison, Root Reading, Take Root, Tangle Vine, Timber 1 Flourishing Flora, Noxious Vapors, Wall of Shrubs 2 Entangling Flora, Fungal Infestation, Splinter Volley 3 Soothing Blossoms, Stinking Cloud, Wall of Thorns 4 Bursting Bloom, Life-Draining Roots, Petal Storm 5 Mantle of Unwavering Heart, Murderous Vine, Toxic Cloud 6 Nature's Reprisal, Petal Storm(+2), Rose's Thorns 7 Life-Draining Roots(+3), Murderous Vine(+2), Nature's Reprisal(+1) 8 Petal Storm(+4), Pollen Pods, Summon Elemental Herald (Wood) 9 Nature's Enmity, Pollen Pods(+1), Rose's Thorns(+3) 10 Nature Incarnate, Petal Storm(+6)

SORCERER SPELLS

C Daze, Figment 1 Charm, Command 2 Paranoia, Vicious Jealousy 3 Enthrall, Hypnotize 4 Honeyed Words, Suggestion 5 Glimmer of Charm, Hallucination 6 Dominate, Paranoia(+4) 7 Warp Mind 8 Confusion(+4)

Signature Spells: Command, Vicious Jealousy, Hypnotize, Suggestion, Hallucination, Dominate, Warp Mind, Confusion

INNATE SPELLS & FOCUS SPELLS

Cornucopia (Leaf Druid) Impaling Briars (Impaling Briars Feat, Leaf Druid) Jealous Hex (Hag Bloodline) You're Mine (Hag Bloodline)

Oaken Resilience Plant Form Speak With Plants (Permanent) Nature's Reprisal (Once Per Hour)

DRUID FEATS

Level 1: Leshy Familiar, Plant Empathy Level 2: Poison Resistance/Order Explorer: Animal Companion Level 4: Leshy Familiar Secrets/Mature Animal Companion Level 6: Grown of Oak Level 8: Floral Restoration/Incredible Companion Level 10: Plant Shape/Floral Restoration Level 12: Garland Spell Level 14: Green Tongue Level 16: Impaling Briars Level 18: Primal Aegis/Specialized Companion Level 20: Verdant Presence/Apex Companion

Taking the Order Explorer feat is optional, as Poison Ivy does not need a Wood Elemental companion. But I included it for those who want her to have one, while trying to ensure her plant magic still took priority.

FREE ARCHETYPE FEATS

Level 2: Sorcerer Dedication (Hag Bloodline) Level 4: Basic Sorcerer Spellcasting Level 6: Basic Bloodline Spell (Jealous Hex) Level 8: Bloodline Breadth Level 10: Basic Blood Potency (Enhanced Familiar) Level 12: Expert Sorcerer Spellcasting Level 14: Advanced Blood Potency (Ancestral Blood Magic) Level 16: Advanced Blood Potency (Bloodline Resistance) Level 18: Master Sorcerer Spellcasting Level 20: Advanced Blood Potency (Greater Bloodline: You're Mine)

SUMMON ELEMENTAL (WOOD)

While I did not choose to include Summon Elemental on Poison Ivy's spell list, if you want to summon Wood Elementals, here's the level guide to know what you can summon.

2nd Level: Wood Wisp, Vegetable Lamb, Wood Scamp 3rd Level: Moss Sloth 4th Level: Nursery Crawler 5th Level: Whipping Willow, Living Grove 6th Level: Carved Beast, Pine Pangolin 7th Level: Snapdrake, Painted Stag 8th Level: Elemental Thicket 9th Level: Twins of Rowan 10th Level: N/A

Conclusion

I am super pleased with how Poison Ivy turned out. She's a perfect blend of everything I expect out of playing as Poison Ivy: she has plant magic, a leshy familiar, an optional wood elemental servant, poison magic, and the ability to brainwash people with charms.