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torchickentacos · 1 year ago

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Fall Out Boy concert experience!

WOO ok wanted to type this out so, one, I don't forget it all bc concert amnesia hits me hard, but two, in case anyone just wants to hear about it!!! @alonetogethermp3 I know you'll wanna hear about it! LONG POST. I warned you all.

SO! This is a venue specific thing, but parking? BAD. They have the parking dudes whose job it is to point and yell. They were not pointing OR yelling and just kinda stood there. It was way worse getting out than in but I also got there early for openers. Also venue specific, but it wasn't that accessible. I knew that going into this, though- I had been there to see P!ATD before they sucked and also I graduated there, so I was aware of this issue. Luckily it isn't that bad with a cane, and I could struggle through the stairs and lines, but god forbid I had used my walker.

I wasn't too impressed by any of the merch designs but that's also entirely personal taste, and the good stuff might have just been sold out.

But we got in alright and found a shady space for lawn seats near the back in case I had a medical issue (chronic illness in direct sun, not something you wanna be stuck in the pit for). I will say- edibles? Great from what I've heard. Bring those. Don't be that person vaping and smoking whatever the fuck at a concert. Breathing is a thing people around you tend to enjoy. Don't be that guy.

The openers were CARR (heard about 2 songs, fun and fine, kind of giving Pom Pom Squad or Gracie Abrams gone rock and slight shoegaze and recording in someone's basement /positive), Royal & the Serpent (very good, almost definitely has Bikini Kill or Hole as their inspiration, played a competent nirvana cover that I wasn't at all mad at), and Bring Me The Horizon (way better than I was expecting except for the part where he asked if we were ready to be fucked in the ass with my mom sitting next to me). He also kept telling us to get up and jump. (My friend and I started a drinking game where I took a shot of liquid iv hydration multiplier every time an opener told me to jump, something I was entirely unable to do bc POTS lmfao). They did have actual drinks everywhere- it was more alcohol than anything else, actually. My friend did get something alcoholic but apparently it kinda sucked and I wasn't missing out. I will say, this WAS somewhere that you'd have to watch your drink, though. I didn't get catcalled or anything (this time) but I did feel the need to be on alert and I'd advise others to do the same at any concert, honestly, but especially one as packed as this one was.

I spent a lot of the opener time laying down in the grass because of the heat, but it did cool down nicely and most non-chronically ill people seemed to be fine with the heat. Also, I think it was Pete Wentz around the opening who told the crowd that if they saw anyone struggling with the heat or crowds or anything at all to let security know, and I loved that they seemed to be very conscientious of crowd safety (but it didn't get that wild honestly, pretty chill crowd but not to the point of being a dead crowd. Good in-between).

By the time FOB took the stage, it was sunset- really pretty, no pictures of that though bc phone storage and I was too busy talking to my friend.

The stage was really good- I ADORED that it was seemingly modeled after the album cover of From Under The Cork Tree. Here, have the world's blurriest picture of it below. The circle would show an 8-ball every so often, and it had a spinning globe for Hold Me Like A Grudge ("the world is always spinning and I can't keep up" lyric reference I imagine)! It had a ton of fun details like that that seemed to correlate to the songs. I also noticed a lot of clock motifs and ticking time, which... if I had a nickel each time a major 2023 concert tour had a clock motif (eras tour too, which I am not going to because I don't feel like fist-fighting a shady facebook marketplace reseller for a ticket), 2 nickels, etc. Also kinda funny bc they released a song together recently but I'm getting way off topic.

The sound quality was AMAZING, and while my pictures all suck, I could see a decent amount even when laying down and tired (though I had to peer through the sea of asses and vape/weed smoke). They had a few big screens that seemed pretty well-focused on Patrick and Pete (but also Joe sometimes). They weren't the most talkative but when they did, it felt so genuine and endearing- a bit awkward, but it really did feel like they wanted us to feel like they were talking to US and not just to a crowd. Patrick and Pete were so nice and just... real-feeling. I couldn't catch a lot of what they said, though- a bit mumbly. Pete was wearing a rose themed mesh shirt and a skirt, I'm pretty sure, which I loved. FOB, MCR, I love whatever the fuck popular former emo bands are doing with gender nonconformity these days. Keep that up.

Now. The songs. Bit of personal lore here, but I went with a friend I've known since like 2012/13, and we had been to this venue together around 2015?? for a show. Because of that, I was SO FUCKING EMOTIONAL when they played Bang the Doldrums. I know that thematically the entire thing doesn't quite fit, nor would I quite want it to, but I found a certain irony and amusement in singing some of the lyrics with my friend next to me.

AND OH MY G O S H. THE ACOUSTIC 'NOBODY PUTS BABY IN THE CORNER'. I was fucking blessed. My favorite album/EP of theirs is probably My Heart Will Always Be the B-Side to my Tongue, which is an acoustic EP, and so they played that song in the version I adored most. Though, I can't in good faith choose a single favorite album/EP.

AND WINONA!!!!!!!!! WE GOT SHE'S MY WINONA. I could NOT have asked for a better setlist. I also love that they played a good amount from Take This To Your Grave (AND ENDED ON SATURDAY!!!). Hot take? Could have done with a bit more MANIA but I get why they didn't, but The Last of the Real Ones was a GOOD CHOICE (another one I had Big Emotions about). The only songs I would have loved that I didn't get were The (Shipped) Gold Standard and GINASFS, but I would have cried my damn makeup off so it's probably for the best that I didn't get to sing 'I wanna scream 'I love you' at the top of my lungs but I'm afraid that someone else will hear me' or 'trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns' or literally any other line of GINASFS. But if I get into that then y'all are gonna learn more about my emotional state than I care for lmfao. My blog is...not-irrelevant enough that I don't want to get too specific in case someone I know finds it, because while I don't know if my friends use tumblr, they're certainly the type (queer and neurodivergent lol, birds of a feather and all).

And THAT'S what makes the concert and FOB as a band special to me, though- it was a good show but it was a personal experience. I cannot separate the show from the emotions I went through for the company I was with that FOB's lyrics evoked. And if we were to crash and burn, then that also means that the memory of this concert will be forever stained by the things I felt now due to their inextricable nature. But that's the risk you take when you enjoy something because of someone's presence and associated emotions, and it's a risk I'll continue to take because there's no use living life held-back and scared of eventual regret. Enjoy the moment and everything you feel then and there.

It wasn't just a show that would be a replicable experience. Their lyrics and performance invoked those emotions in a really special way, and I was just FEELING the entire concert. Maybe I'm over-emotional or too sentimental or can't move on from an embarrassingly long and futile crush BUT I would not trade that for anything. It was an EXPERIENCE, not just good music, though it was that, too. And I think they delivered that in a very FOB-unique way that other bands might not have been able to.

It was just a very open vibe when they took the stage. They sang with earnest and genuine feeling and LOVE, and I think that spreads to the audience. Every show has a specific vibe. Live music feeds off of audience and band alike, and the energy was just vulnerable and wonderful at this concert, and you can tell they wanted to foster that experience.

Ultimately, emotional vulnerability is what FOB is built off of. Like their music or not, from even their first few albums, they had that deeper emotional touch to them. You could hear the spite, the yearning, the apathy or the jealousy in each line recorded. Their lyrics are founded on emotion as opposed to storytelling or even clarity (some songs, I have no idea what specifically they're on about but it makes me feel things anyways). And that rang true tonight as well, on stage and in the audience.

#l o n g p o s t . look me in the eyes. and read this.#took after fob's song titles for this post. thematically appropriate.#taylor's tag #fall out boy #smfs #so much for (tour) dust

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genderqueerdykes · 2 years ago

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hey i got kicked out and i think I'm gonna be ok in terms of where I'm staying for the next week or so but i don't have access to a phone and i wont until i get back to my house (hopefully after this week) any idea what i should do

oh my goodness, i'm so sorry for not seeing this sooner, i hope you're doing okay so far

i am so sorry to hear that, i have been kicked out before and it's scary regardless of the reason. it depends on how old you are, and what kinds of resources you have nearby and what kind of situation you're in right now- even if you're staying with friends, you are able to access homeless resources in your area because sleeping on friends' couches is considered homelessness. you may want to contact a shelter in your area if you can. if you are a minor, sometimes there are shelters and homelessness programs specifically for youths, especially queer youth. Casa Q provides services like that in Albuquerque, for example

shelter, food, and a place to use the restroom are your priorities, so if you have those covered, you can work on getting the rest of your support network established. i understand if you're not able to get a job, however, finding a way to get some type of income will be crucial as it can be hard to couch surf for long. most folks aren't very patient when it comes to a friend or roommate that can't pay rent. not saying that to be mean, it's the truth unfortunately

try to figure out independent transportation if you do not have a car right now- see if there are busses, trains, metro stations, etc. near where you are and see if you are able to get around independently. Uber and Lyft are a options but they get pricy.

public libraries have free computers you can use as well as wifi, and often times have a lot of resources for local programs and centers in your area that might be able to help you. either way it's internet access and a way to charge your phone/devices if you need it.

if you are mentally ill, i suggest trying to look into getting a case/social worker if you don't have one, they can help you navigate the more overwhelming parts of life. those can be accessed through mental health services like therapy and medication management. if you do not have any form of insurance, check to see if medicaid is available where you are(if you're in the united states), and if not, look for other low income insurance, sometimes medical services can be very broad, and life saving.

try to not weigh yourself down by carrying around a bunch of stuff you don't truly need. it sucks to get rid of your stuff but weighing yourself down and having to pay a bunch to store and move a ton of possessions will work against you. figure out what the most important items are and stick to those for the time being. you can pay for a storage unit but if you don't have a car you'll have to pay for movers and these things can add up quick

if you are having a mental health crisis right now (which I would not blame you for), you have the option of attempting to stay at a crisis center or psychiatric hospital, which can give you 3+ days in a bed with prepared meals and medications. you can also gain access to resources in the community this way, as they have social workers.

transgender, queer & LGBTQ resource centers often have programs for homeless queer people and queer people struggling with housing, or at the very least can help direct you to some programs that might be able to help you figure out what to do

keep your friends and anyone else who is there for you up to date on what's happening and where you are, as well. keeping tabs with people is super important right now

if i can think of anything else, i'll let you know- i really hope you are doing okay. stay safe out there. it is very hard to navigate the world when your housing is unstable. hope you will be alright

#asks #answers #housing

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havethetouch · 2 years ago

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FYI older art uploads in ze future

Idk how much far I go back with my uploads but like I prolly go for a bit maybe even early 2000s so lots of art uploads from way back lie ahead xd I still love most of them dearly and I think it's important to keep old art around in galleries or somewhere people can still get to it because those are where I come from, those are where my style developed from bit by bit those are where many of my OCs came from too and idk I wanna share that with people. I want you to see from where I started roughly (roughly because the really old stuff is harder for me to find I started uploading stuff to the internet when i was like.. uh 14/15, I would need to find, re-scann and also erase my deadname from a lot of stuff, bc back then I did not have a nifty signature that nobody can possible read) when I began uploading my stuff to the internet and how things just slowly but surley geared mostly towards ladies and hair and wings and details and my love for thicc lineart. Funny side note on the line art though? My very first OC artworks were made with a fountain pen from school with black ink in it and a broad tip, so my lines were naturally broad due to the nature of my pen. (which I also used for writing, in school, bc I was still in school back then and it feels like forever ago while I am writing this fuck XD) Sometime soon though I found thin liners that did not smudge with copics like my ink did so I entered the dubious zone of touch does thin lines forever, then goes back to his roots and makes it thicc. Anyway... what I'm trying to say is, I think it's nice to see an artists journey, and I love it to pieces when I can catch glimpses of peoples old art and see were they came from/started out from. So yeah imma slowly go through my stuff and bring old stuff back online. I used to have a gallery (on DA) that went all the way back almost to the beginnings but I changed accounts in 2011/12 to my new artist handle (back then in ye olden days name changes were not yet a thing on DA) and while the younger account still exists I have everything thrown into storage because fuck DA. I keep my "archive" there until they get funny ideas like deleting accounts of inactive users or whatever. But it's no longer public and like I said only goes back to 2011/12 anyway so yah. Like i said i do not know how much of the really old stuff is gonna come back online but I'd like to bring some of it back. Guess Imma go tag my art posts with the years they were made in too for filtering purposes xd But just fyi I also have a FurAffinity account were I am basically also try to do something similar and have a whole folder structure dedicated to years of creation for the very same purpose. Just in case that's more convenient for some of you but I am in no way caught up with uploads there either. Nb4 it comes up: I am currently too lazy for a personal website were I could go chronological madness. Mainly bc I know myself I would fucking take forever to just design a layout and get super anal about everything else and loose patience long before uploading anything so I am doing the responsible thing and not do that. At least not anytime soon. I have my projects planned out for 2023 already with some pockets for arttrades 'n stuff I am booked out XD

#touch speaks #on old artwork #my old artworks are my lil gems #some of them still fuck btw.#I mean don't get me wrong I see billion of mistakes and shit in them but I also know back then I could literally not do them better #and that's alright #I cherished them for what they were back then #and I still cherish them now #and you should cherish your old art too #without them you would not be were you are now #cringe culture is dead #embrace ur old stuff with wonky and very clear “it's my style” choices on anatomy - hidden hands - ride or die left facing 4life

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finsterhund · 1 year ago

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Sly II is a pajama case and he was made in 1998!

I've been always so fascinated by the concept of them.

There definitely are unspoken benefits to keeping pajamas things inside a stuffed toy by the way. He is a friend who keeps things safe for you until you need them again. Sly has small spare blankets, an old pillow my great grandma made, and my emergency inhaler all comfortably tucked away within his tummy with enough spare room remaining for an old 1950s jingle column and a puppy separation anxiety simulation heartbeat device (I am going through it right now) if I had to guess I'd say he has a total volume of 4-5 liters in there.

I never thought pajama bags were actually super common back then either. My only frame of reference is seeing what ones survived to the present day for sale online and their ever present but sparse selection in the old sears roebuck catalogs. So hearing that they did actually have some level of even passing popularity to the point of nobody describing WHY someone had a pajama case in literature from the time I find particularly shocking.

I've never felt compelled to put pajamas in Sly because one of the main reasons is I just don't have pajamas. I just wear boxers and a worn out or oversized shirt. Having clothes with the sole function of being pajamas just feels a bit in excess to me when boxers and shirts too fucked up to be seen in public wearing will suffice. I am also far from a proper gentleman. Dirty laundry goes in a laundry basket sure but clean laundry is balled up in a pile on top of the TV in my room. No space for a dresser, can't afford a dresser. So I don't know why I'd go through the trouble of putting the pajamas back. I'm physically and mentally disabled and I benefit from just having all clean clothes in one spot all dirty clothes in another and having the not clean but still wearable clothes set out for the next day. Maybe it would look "more aesthetic" to have them stashed. Maybe if I was the sort of person who films hundreds of videos in my room for an audience I wouldn't want clothes out. Maybe if I had weird strict silent generation parents complaining that I didn't tuck my sheets in properly I'd be compelled to. IDK.

I do notice that anything about past trends and textile history especially in regards to toys is an information deadzone. Which frustrates me greatly. Everything you've said about that is true and it perplexes me to no end.

I will say though the popularity of pajama bags may be a holdover from something else older because flappers and film stars in the 20s would be seen with stuffed dolls and purses made to look like stuffed animals. Practically all the sources of a stuffed toy from the 1920s I'm obsessed with only exist today because they were one famous lady or another's sidepiece and that's why they were photographed. With cultural context knowing about a certain prohibition in the united states during this decade perhaps it was quite accessible to keep small amounts of alcohol on one's person such as in little bottles stored away in the belly of a stuffed animal?

I'm gonna agree with your assumption about the mice though. Poorer or rural people who did not have access to more fancy storage options and who lived in homes with pest problems did have to deal with those little buggers everywhere. My mom tells "horror stories" of how they frequently made nests for their little pinky babies in grandma's dresser drawers back before the modern innovations in pest control. I'd pose that in regards to the pajamas being silk (how do you even wash them regularly??!!!) what you really have to worry about are the moths and the dust and the wet. So yeah a protective case would be beneficial. I think your one pair of delicate fancy pajamas is the absolute last thing you'd want a pest fucking around with. And thinking about it now, do you use mothballs? Do you know what precisely mothballs do and what specific articles of fabric they are most beneficial in protecting from moths? Our need for mothballs has gone away. I don't even know where to find them anymore for sale in person. The frequency with which critters can get into your things and the materials of your things have changed so much that it's not needed anymore.

Thinking about it now the brief popularity of pajama bags may not have been random but from a very intelligible if you were able to trace it to its roots, series of events, problems, and innovations in varying degrees of separation where humans wanted means to solve various small or major problems that lead up to it.

Additionally, do you have a steamer trunk in your bedroom where you store blankets or other textiles or is there a designated closet for that? Because the one thing that clues me in if I'm in a house built before the 1950s is a general lack of individual closet space. There used to be trunks, toy chests, fine crafted boxes meant to last several lifetimes. Now almost every place even shitty rentals has a closet in every bedroom.

lastly I want to point out that a stuffed animal that has a hidden pocket is objectively cool as hell, and you don't even need a reason for it. At this point maybe advertising it as having a use even as simplistic as a pajama storage was just justification to get one. Lots of fads had very basic or superficial uses. Trapperkeepers were literally just high quality binders.

Borzoi White Mohair with zipper (box for pajamas), glass eyes

#reblog #long post #oh boy special interest time #stuffed animals #the deep lore #sly #slyposting

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psychosomatica · 3 months ago

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Yo, a dumbass with no knowledge about programming here. You don't have to explain stuff if you don't wanna, but I am curious about the "there should not be apps, only websites" post.

While I get that some apps are at least more convenient than websites, others, especially for services that you likely won't use often, seem kind of pointless from user perspective. I think. But also I might just be used to how things were like 15-20 years ago.

I'd like to know why apps would be preferable to websites, and if there are exceptions to that?

The short answer: Native-run applications are much much more performant and better in almost every single way except for the fact that they need to be installed. They can access local resources and perform logic using native hardware that browsers can't to the same extent. They can do anything a web application can do, better, plus more. However, web applications are still very good at running snappy interfaces that only need to serve text and relatively small images dynamically. They're much easier and much cheaper to develop.

This is a little hard to talk about with big generalizations because there are so many different types of applications with different intents, and there's a huge spectrum of how reliant applications are on remote computing and data transfer. I can't cover every architecture here, so I'm thinking specifically mobile applications vs. modern web applications (not the Amazon, Youtube, and Netflix's of the world, they are engineering undertakings out of this scope).

First, the bad: There is a type of mobile application (that I think you were kind of hinting at) that is essentially there with the single purpose of serving you the company's website exactly as it can already be accessed through a browser. The only advantages to the user that I can really conceive of in this case is that it's a convenient bookmark on your home screen and that it can access your phone's password manager and native payment methods/services that require specific permissions. Big examples of this are access to your phone's camera and FaceID. Also, applications are much better at creating persistent sessions, meaning that they can keep you logged in without having to re-authenticate all the time. Beyond those specific cases, you could say these types of mobile apps are pretty useless.

However, as soon as you get into anything more complicated, the advantages of applications are huge. You can think of them as a phone's equivalent to a desktop application. I actually hate that many desktop applications are now re-packaged web applications similar to the above example. Think Notion. This means no or limited offline app use, which makes me irate. IMO saving files to server storage like with Fusion360 (a CAD program) should be an option, not the default.

Web architectures and browsers are hamstrung on purpose. They can't save files locally beyond specific cases like when caching and when a file is spit into your Downloads folder. This is to protect you. To offset the fact that web browsers can't do a lot on your end (among other reasons), when you use a web application like Google's translation app, the logic performing that translation is not done in the browser with Javascript, it's done server side, then sent back to you. This means that your computer is not actually performing that logic, and therefore all of this data (sometimes needed in real time) needs to be transferred over your network. Google makes this seamless with a lot of money and engineering work.

The expedient calculation and transfer of data is a huge consideration in Computer Science. Beyond companies just not wanting to store expensive files, this is a reason why social media sites, for example, have maximum image upload sizes. Even then, they compress assets on their end to make sure that someone scrolling through their timeline isn't an unmanageable mess because fetching large images takes so long. Pre-caching images and resources helps ensure the experience for the user is smooth and consistent, which is pivotal. Social media applications have the exact same problem because they're reliant on streaming data in the same way a web app is.

All this is to say, applications (meaning mobile applications) are just more performant than web applications. When you do your upfront download of an application, you're downloading logic engines and assets natively that are then loaded from your phone's hard storage into memory. The calculations that normally need to be offloaded to a cloud server can be performed locally. Local assets and phone-specific architectures mean snappier interfaces and much better quality assurance. This isn't to mention the baseline performance increases from using the Android and Apple developed SDKs (written in Java/Kotlin and Swift/Java/etc) to perform logic and render native user interfaces.

Browser side, things have gotten better recently with SPAs, or Single Page Applications. Have you ever noticed how the current version of Tumblr doesn't refresh the entire page when you click a navigation link? It uses a Single Page architecture so that it only has to serve content that needs to be refreshed as necessary. Companies like Adobe, who make very calculation-heavy applications, are pushing hard to enter the web space so that their apps can be more accessible to more (mobile) users. The reality is, the web apps are just not anywhere near as performant because they require offloading the logic to Adobe's servers, just like Google.

Overall, the difference of being able to perform logic client-side is huge. If your application needs to do any amount of image rendering, video streaming, 3D rendering, or image manipulation (like the Snapchat example lmao) it's just going to be better and faster in a natively run application, if it was even possible in browser in the first place.

This is why browser games are pretty limited. It's amazing what we can do in browser with webGL these days. Look at OnShape or Vention.io's online CAD. It's phenomenal. But those apps were created with the very specific purpose of needing to be browser-based for accessibility, and their desktop/installed counterparts are much more performant.

#this got long #but I hope it's at least somewhat illustrative #programming #comp sci #filing this alongside pictures of boys kissing

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lpfreakification · 2 years ago

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Day 2 of Mall of America

Meds, got up at 7 am, ate breakfast, + got ready for rides 🤩

The top most intense rides were:

1. Avatar The Last Airbender

2. SpongeBob Rock Bottom Plunge

3. Fairly Oddparents

4. Brain Surge

5. TMNT Mutant Masher

After we made our way thru the rides, I felt like I couldn't keep my balance. I wasn't nauseous or anything, thankfully. The sister felt the uneasiness after the 3rd ride. Is that how I'm gonna be like in 1 or 2 years? It could also be my meds that I lasted longer than her :P Then again, we did get there right on opening time, so we hit those rides with no lines super fast 😅

We took a mini shopping break near the rides to regain balance.

The Nickelodeon Store:

A SpongeBob can cooler/cover

A shiny Surprised Patrick enamel pin

A shiny Imma Head Out SpongeBob enamel pin

The M&M Store

A bag of assorted M&Ms

A keychain

A multipen

Washi tape

We got our thrills in by noon, rested some more, had more rides in, + we met up for lunch at Cowboy Jack's. I got a soup, a sandwich, + one drink. Bday mini donuts with a big sparkler 😆

I went my separate way + had insane colorful purchases. I am not to be trusted with a card. Believe me. Crayola + Ebisu 😆

Crayola (from the top of my head):

Crayons, crayons, crayons, crayons

A bunch of metal tins for storage + organizing :)

Markers X3

A small sketchbook

A purple stringed backpack

Dry-erase markers AND crayons

I was living my own mini OceaninSpace moment X3

Ebisu

Pens, duh

3 pencil cases

4 washi tapes

Brushes

Then I took a break + sat down to doodle/play with these crayons. Using my oc, Dratica, I was able to blend a red, a razzmatazz, + a metallic maroon crayon. The smoothness!

Makes me think of how much more potential I can do with a combination of the shiny metallic watercolors... on black paper 😸

It was getting close to 5, so I rode SpongeBob one last time. The lines were filling up now that more people were present. Plus, there was a prom going on, too.

After I rode the ride, I was about to sit back down until the sister told me of another art store. BOOM. You can definitely assume how that turned out.

From Typo:

24 pens

Another watercolor sketchbook

A blue tote bag that says "Be A Good Human"

4 gel pen packs

2 watercolor sets

4 brush pen sets

A highlighter set

After another round of Uni Uni Boba, I officially cut myself off from spending 😵‍💫

(Forgot to mention that I spent 60 bucks in cash on a Key Master game in the hope of winning a Nintendo Switch. Close a few times.)

Then we all met back up. Reminds me of how Ventus, Terra, + Aqua met back up in Radiant Garden :) We changed into nicer clothes for bday dinner at Benihanas :)

That was a nice time, I say. Satisfied + not overly stuffed. We walked back on a nice night + chilled.

And that's where I am now. *yawns* I hope to knock out fast bcuz it's getting stuffy in here. Yet, everyone else says it's too cold. ??? Idk. All I know is that we won't do any more shopping tomorrow or in the morning. The interesting challenge would be of fitting our purchases into my tiny blue car. Mexican clown car prevails!

Overall, my bday was full of smiles 😊

I am 29, this is fine...

#life

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adamjagger · 2 years ago

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Holosun ls321r

Alright guys so this week’s product that I talk about is going to be the holosun ls321r. This is one of the more affordable infrared laser devices on the market. I got mine from brownells for a great deal, which I’ll leave links down below to where you can find it.

First off this is going to be a first impressions/what comes with it type of post. I am still waiting for a certain PVS 14 to be back in stock so all of the visual reference I have is just through the SiOnyx Aurora camera.

First off, it does come in a case, very similar to what you would see from Eotech. Which is nice if you intend on taking the device off for storage or anything like that. I don’t plan on doing it so for me it just becomes another case that I have a giant stack of it does come with a remote tape switch that isn’t the best of quality but if you’re working on a budget, it will work just fine for you. It also comes with the instruction manual a battery, the typical Torx wrench, and some other miscellaneous items.

First impression is the build quality seems really good on it. It seems like a very solid device. The overall form factor of it is kind of the only negative thing I have to say about it. This is one of the taller infrared devices on the market, but with it being taller, it’s also a lot narrower, which is nice for clearing lights, or any other attachments you may have on the sides .

The controls are very easy to use on this. It does have a nice textured fire button on top with a nice positive click. You can also double tap the fire button to have constant on. The selection switch is also pretty easy to use the windage and elevation adjustments are also nice and easy to use. They have a nice bridge around them to protect them and you can also easily mark your zero on those. The battery cap is surprisingly nice threads, and very easily, the spring, and all that is attached nicely. It does have a rubber tether to keep the cap attached. One of my favorite things about this device is the adjustment for the illuminator is on the rear of the device rather than the front like a lot of other ones are. I think overall that is just a way better solution. That way you’re not messing around at the muzzle end of the rifle and also you can adjust it a lot easier with her being on the back without having to move the rifles position a whole lot.

As for the tape switch that I am using, it is a unity hot button with a crane style plug. Initially when I first got it, I was not able to get the unity switch to plug into the device. After a quick search online, I found out that the terminals on the unity Are just a little bit taller than what the holosun receptacle is. Luckily, that is a extremely quick and easy fix. All you have to do is take a pair of pliers and very lightly squeeze the terminals on the unity switch and then test fit it and just do that until it works I barely had to do this, but once I did, the unity switch clicked right in.

Overall, the infrared illuminator could use a little bit more power. I think the laser itself is great that’s very easy to see but I just wish the illuminator had a little bit more throw to it. I did use the visible laser to zero the device on my rifle and it’s pretty easy to pick up at distance , but it’s hard to find it initially. That could be due to the fact that I got a red version which is about $60 cheaper than the green laser version but I only intended on using the visible laser just to zero the device since the visible laser in the infrared laser are co aligned.

Overall, I’ve been pretty happy with this device. I’m excited to get to use it under true night vision and I’m sure I’ll have a full length review on it once I get to do that. I do plan on picking up more of the products from holosun. Brownell‘s does carry pretty much all of them so if you are interested again, I’ll leave a link down below. You can go check that out other than that. I’ve been very happy with this device and hope that by the time a full review is done on it but I’m still happy with it.

Happy shooting

Adam Jagger gun blog #22 2-11-23

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furballfaggot · 5 months ago

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the creatures have spoken. here is the fully unedited successful recipe, save for a couple extra notes i made when i posted them on discord and some clarifications. additional notes and failed attempts under the cut. please tag me if you make these i wanna know what yall think!!!!!!!!!!!

gio treats mk3 -- unedited recipe, more info at the bottom

goal of gio treats: crunchy, tastes good, bone

mk2 advancements: better texture, somewhat more of a taste, actually a bit crunchy, thick enough to cut beforehand

mk3 goals: stronger flavor, proper crunch

1 1/2 cups all purpose flour

1 cup cornbread mix

2 tbsp butter, melted

1 tsp onion powder

1 tsp curry powder

1 1/2 cup beef brof (made with 4 bullion cubes) (note: bullion is deliberately spelled billion in the original text)

small amount of any nice herbs (added to broth -- strained out probably) (note: i used bay leaves and parsley just to keep it simple, but feel free to add whatever you want)

egg

pinch of salt and pepper (note: originally typed out as "pincha salt n peppy")

"enough pancake mix to make it stick again"

preheat oven to 375 faggotheit

roll dough onto flat surface and cut into bone

transgender to GREASED cookie sheet

poke 4 holes into each bone with toothpick (mostly for looks tbh)

bake until baked (bout 21 minutes)

let cool until cool (7ish minutes)

serves people*, probably

for storage keep in ziploc bag. for added effect make sure its one of those ones that can stand up on their own when theres stuff in em

for the past week ive been trying to make a human body compatible dog treat of sorts because I Am Dog And I Am Weird. this is the 3rd attempt, which worked out wonderfully. im going to make a thread for the notes ive got about this recipe as well as the 2 rejects from before after i send this message, so dont be alarmed by that. no real editing done aside from this note because i think its funnier this way and i wanna preserve the energy behind the whole endeavor. feel free to substitute anything you want in place of anything here -- the broth and cornbread mix are what give these their flavor, so if you want something that isnt savory you should start there. none of this was based on any preexisting recipes, i just thought of what makes baked things how they are and threw bullshit numbers at the wall for a while

mark 3 original baking notes:

- the cornbread mix definitely fucked with the consistency some. in my defense we ran out of all-purpose flour after the 1 1/2 cups i used

- added 3 bay leaves and a couple shakes of parsley into the broth and didnt strain it. the bay leaves were discarded but the parsley stayed

- number 1 most unsettling feeling in the world: picking used wet bay leaves out of cold beef broth

- pancake mix was used ONLY to get the dough to where itd possibly keep its shape. DO NOT use any more of it than you need to

- something in this batch is making the dough rise. pancake mix? cornbread mix?? self-rising flour i used on the cutting board and rolling pin??? hopefully it doesnt fuck things up too bad either way

- froze the other half of the dough for future use. for What im not sure but for something

- is melting the butter the way to go or should i just let it soften? much to consider. there are many such cases. etc etc

- it looks like they dont rise all that much actually. definitely not enough to be a major issue wrt: if they touch but no verdict on taste and texture just yet

- i will say they definitely *look* better when theyve risen a bit. just aesthetics wise

- im gonna load the dishwasher while these bake

- toothpick doesnt squish and comes out clean after being taken out of the oven. so far so gamer

mark 3 original tasting notes:

- oh fuck yes

- FUCK yes

- FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

- theyre just dry enough, just crunchy enough, and just flavorful enough. fuck YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- the perfect little treat -- not too much flavor, but not too little of it either. just dry enough to dissuade having too many at once and/or to encourage more frequent hydration

- the cornbread mix was the PERFECT addition

- the thinner ones are a little off i will say. a bit burnt i think? but still not horrible

- the beef and herb flavors are just present enough for me

- im gonna be real i was NOT thinking these would turn out so good but im not upset in the slightest. might try and make a sweet version at some point if only so i can use it for my party in july

- mother of god i wish i had an actual tail to wag rn. that thing would be goin at like warp speed. curse this human flesh

- would absolutely KILL with soup. i might make extra noodle soup just for this theory

gio treats mk2

goal of gio treats: crunchy, tastes good, bone

mk2 goal: savory??? strong flavor also. ideally can be cut into from the start, to minimize waste

2 1/2 cups all purpose flour

2 tbsp butter, melted

2 tsp onion powder

1 1/2 cup beef brof

egg

pincha salt

preheat oven to 350 faggotheit

spread onto pan

roll dough onto flat surface and cut into bone

transgender to GREASED cookie sheet

bake until baked (bout 25 minutes)

let cool until cool (10ish minutes)

serves people*, probably

mark 2 original notes:

- dough was VERY sticky. like "put flour on the workspace and the rolling pin or you will have made glue" levels of sticky

- looks like ive got the ratio down for the right consistency to roll and cut into shapes! they were still a little limp when i moved them from the cutting board to the cookie sheet but thats probably easily fixed with a quick chill

- going for a savory approach here. if it works i might see if i cant recreate this with other liquids and spices. and one eggs

- better?

- flavor is less faint than mk1 but still not really all that present. the onion powder didnt really do much tbh

- a little chewy still. tiel suggested cooking them at a higher temp so ill probably try that next

- probably fucks hard with soup though

- the onion powder is kinda overpowering tbh

gio treats mark 1

goal of gio treats: crunchy, tastes good, bone

1 1/2 cups all purpose flour

2 tbsp butter, melted

2 tbsp brown sugar

"an amount" almond extract

4 tbsp honey

1/2 cup milk

preheat oven to 350 faggotheit

spread onto pan

bake lightly until just coherent enough to cut into (4ish minutes)

use bone cookie cutters to make into bone shapes (depending on how well you spread them they may be difficult to keep coherent)

bake until baked (bout 23 minutes)

let cool until hardened at least slightly (11 minutes)

serves people*, probably

mark 1 original notes:

- theyre fine. nothin to write home about. not quite what i was hoping for but fuck it we ball

- theyre kinda chewy? i might have made them too thick. or maybe there wasnt a good enough balance in the batter. ill have to work on that next time

- the sanding sugar i quietly added to the batter did nothing for the crunch factor actually

- almond extract is definitely not the right flavor for this one. it bakes into a light and delicate blink-and-you-miss-it taste, but too much and it overpowers the rest of it

- why did i use honey again? flair? prissybitchism? it does nothing

- like, theres hardly ANY almond here. its a ghost within this thing

- maybe i didnt bake them long enough actually. maybe they need more time in the oven

- maybe beef flavored gio treats would be pretty good actually. wonder what they make dog treats out of. im gonna google that actually

- ok im back. milk-bone treats (the ones i like the aesthetics of) are made with wheat flour, meat flavors, and a whole lotta chemicals i dont wanna read rn. so it cant be too hard

extra post-success notes:

- the honey in mark 1 may have actually been detrimental to the treats as a whole. my guess is somewhere along the way they fucked with the consistency and made them so chewy

- "an amount" lol

- i cannot stress enough that you have to grease your baking sheet and flour your workspace holy shit

- can you tell the bulk of these instructions were written super late at night

- the slight rise of mark 3 is perfect actually. makes them nice and airy while still giving them a good crunch

- dont roll the dough too thin!!!!!! they will burn slightly and suck lotsly if you do that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- i didnt have to pick the bay leaves out by hand

- but i did

- i was gonna pour the broth out anyways

- i did start a load of dishes and look up what milk-bones were made of when i said id do those things. just btw

- i did actually time those baking and cooling times with the stopwatch feature of my clock app! those are not easy estimates, i actually did those ones right

- if it wasnt for me running out of flour partway through mark 3 i would never have added cornbread mix. everyone say thank you to the flour bag being so pathetically tiny

ive been trying and failing for the past couple nights to make a Human Body Compatible dog treat from scratch and yes i KNOW i can just use my bone cookie cutters on any dough i want to but thats different to me. thats just bone-shaped cookies. i dont want that. what i want is something superficially resembling a milk-bone dog treat but made for people and also not with a buncha chemicals i cant read. ive got 2 attempts under my belt so far and i intend to try more. ill post those drafts eventually

#the pond #long post #even longer post under the cut #idk how to tag this oh gawd. uhhh these were made for therian purposes but arent exclusively for that? do i tag this as therian????????#gio treats recipe #<- fuck it. i guess

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cloudninetonine · 3 years ago

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A past that still haunts me

A/N: Hey guys, it's me (ya boi) I'm back with my still current hyper fixation Genshin Impact and a vent fic because I've been really stressed and well, it's hard living in my house :) It's a hurt/comfort fic because they always get to me and I needed to make something for myself

I am willing to do aftermath where the boys confront the abuser or do scenario but with different characters

Synopsis: You’re not a damsel in distress, you never have been and you never will be, but, well, sometimes you need a hero to rely on and that’s okay

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli and Childe

Warnings: Hints to past abuse, confrontation of abuser, violence, mentions of blood, threats, foul language

It had meant to be like any other menial day of an adventurer: sign in with Katheryne, complete your commissions, sign out with Katheryne with your payments - done and dusted.

But that wasn’t how it went, no, far from it - archons, so damn far from it.

“Thank you once again, (Name)” Katheryne’s smile was kind like usual, holding that familiar feeling of gratitude as she handed over your remission within a marked package, hand returning to the desk’s polished surface once you had taken it graciously, sending her a beaming grin back. “The Guild really appreciates your work ethic when it comes to the Ruin machines, it’s hard to come across adventurers who want to handle them anymore”

You sent her a shrug as you placed away the box “Can’t blame them really, they’re a hard bunch to handle- I was terrified of them when I first started too, but I had my vision to help me out, a lot of these folk only use there pure determination to eradicate them, gotta admire that!”

She laughed along with you politely “Have a good evening, (Name), I’ll see you again tomorrow?”

“Of course you will!” You backpedalled away from the guild reception, throwing the woman a polite double fingered salute as you did “Ad astra abyssoque as they say, my fair lady!”

She parrotted back her usual phrase before disappearing into the building, you walking further down the path of the city for your final activity for that day.

Of course, you didn’t reach that far, after all, it wasn’t that menial day you had expected, that you had wanted. Life was cruel sometimes, so incredibly cruel for no justified reason just for the sake of it all and you wished, archons, you wished you could rewind the clock and stop yourself from bumping into the body, to save yourself from all the repressed trauma bursting forth like a flurry of butterflies, well, more like moths, disgusting, ungodly, monster moths that aimed straight for the face.

“Sorry!” You yelped, too preoccupied with gathering your pocketwatch you had dropped in the stumble to see who it had been, after all, you were on a schedule and you didn’t want to be-

“(Name)?”

...late.

All of a sudden, time didn’t seem to exist, or maybe it was moving way too slowly from that horrid spike of adrenaline that shot into your bloodstream as soon as the voice registered.

You hoped to the Archons that it wasn’t, that it couldn’t, but did the gods hear your prayers?

“Oh Archons, it is you! It’s been such a long time!”

Of course, they did, they just didn’t care to listen. Ignoring the cries of your people were in fashion to them these days.

They stood there with a smile so excited it almost seemed to tear their face in half, with eyes sparkling with recognition after so many years away from them, they opened their arms welcoming you into their embrace like it was something just so normal for the two of you like you would come bounding to them like a lost puppy who had finally found their master.

The fear of your abuser dwarfed in comparison the pure feral rage and loathing to think that they even deserved to be breathing in the same space as you.

People were looking, of course, they were looking, you knew what they were doing, being bright and jovial, bringing others attention towards you both so that whatever scene you caused would be your fault like you were the bad guy. It was old tactics, of course, you wouldn’t dare do anything when you were younger, you’d just push through it, but this wasn’t old times, this wasn’t younger you, scared, smaller you afraid them, this was you now, a warrior, unwavering in battle, a person who smiled in the face of danger, who laughed at the pitiful fights that 2- no- 4 abyss mages brought to you!

To hell what other people thought, you’d stomp their head into the cobblestone if they had so much as poked you.

“Come here and give me a-”

You took a step back, mustering the deadliest face you could, but you wavered, it was only natural, no matter how much you could try to hype yourself up, this person was your first true experience of real-life nightmares, the first person to bring you true pain, no matter how many ruin guards, hunters, millachurls, mages- anything you faced, nothing could prepare you to face your first fear:

The fear of your older sibling.

“If you fucking touch me I’ll stab you-” The growl cracked nearing the end, you were always an angry crier but you were not about to fall back to this- this monster. “In front of all these people, I won’t hesitate”

Their face dropped followed by your stomach, though, the food you had for lunch sure did feel its way up your gullet.

“What’s with your language? We haven’t seen each other in four years and this is how you treat me? Your older sibling?” They laughed in disbelief because onlookers would think they were shocked, I mean, how could you speak to family like that? But they didn’t know, they didn’t know the words they had told you, the insults, the threats, those tight grabs, those beatings- they didn’t know, so they obviously didn’t know that the shock came from the fact that you had stood up to them.

You licked your lips to get rid of the dryness, but the problem you faced was that your mouth had dried out along with them, as did your throat.

Don’t let them turn this on you, don’t let them get the upper hand, you were better than them, so much better.

“You’re not my fucking sibling” You spat, feeling the air vibrate around you, a sudden shine from your cloak hinted you to the cause “You haven’t been for a long time, don’t fucking try that shit with me”

There it was, that familiar enraged spark, that look of hatred on their face, the thing that warned you about what you said had been the right thing to set them off, that they were just as easily triggered by the smallest act of rebellion just like when you were kids.

Of course, they hadn’t changed.

Evil never did.

They took a step forward but you didn’t back off, just hardened your resolve as they leaned in menacingly, as though their stupid little intimidation tactic still worked after all these years.

You told yourself it didn’t but you knew deep down that wasn’t completely true.

“Don’t speak to me like that, (Name)” Facade gone, they showed you what they really were, what they were really like after all, “Don’t you ever speak to me like that, you show me fucking respect”

Respect?

RESPECT!?

Oh Archons, you were angry, no, seething from the thought that they ever deserved respect.

That pathetic piece of shit, that gruelling pleb, mere gum on the bottom of your damn shoe-

You’d kill them, right here, right now.

You felt the familiar materialisation begin to form in your hand when another voice called out, a familiar loving one that nearly made your throat swell from relief.

“(Name)?”

Diluc

He could sense the tension. Of course, he could sense the tension, Diluc had faced this tension so many times before, he was practically the one that owned such a vibe anytime Kaeya even breathed near him for a second longer than necessary.

But being the one to witness it, to see you, the usual awkward, goofy sweetheart stare at another with such overbearing malice made him uneasy, caused his stomach to churn in ways he didn’t like, set him off in a way that was only reserved for the most chilling on moments.

Diluc wondered what exactly this stranger had done to warrant such a reaction from you.

“(Name)?” The redhead called, glancing around the many citizens of Mondstadt that watched the exchange with intrigue, guard and worry, eyes focused on the scene of this foreign stranger and fuming you, hand poised by your side with weapon particles dancing on your palm.

When Diluc finally made it over, his form seemed to curl protectively around you, hand landing on the small of your back delicately while keeping face with the person, eyes narrowed dangerously but still holding an air of civilness.

A true gentleman, even when you were close to merking some rando.

“Is there a problem?”

The stranger straightened immediately, backing up a few steps with their hands up in defence, sending Diluc a charming smile that the man could see through crystal clear.

“No problem, no problem at all” They glanced back at you, seemingly friendly despite his partner’s obvious ill intent that radiated off you in waves “Isn’t that right, (Name)?”

Diluc saw you tense up once again, the buzz from your Vision rising in volume with your obvious anger as you tightened your first, ready to just screw your weapon and go for the throat.

“If that is the case” The noble’s hand softly pressed against your back, gently but coaxing, knowing that conflict in the middle of the town centre would just bring the knights to meddle in affairs that they had no business attending “Then we shall be going”

“There’s no need to leave, after all, my sibling and I were just chatting”

He paused, shouldering a questioning glance your way but at the sight of your unruly expression, he pushed down his enquiries and once again began coaxing you away from the scene. Angel’s Share had already been open for a while, meaning the usual folk would already be settled in, but the storage room was sure to be a good place to chat and to calm you down, all he needed to do was get you away.

“We already had plans” The side glance had the stranger- your sibling, biting their tongue, brows furrowing in a known annoyance as the two of you began your way towards the pub, you still vibrating in anger. “Good day to you”

The two of you had made it a few feet when they called out once again “Don’t worry, (Name), I’ll see you again real soon”

Diluc’s arm tightened around you faster than you could react, tugging you away quickly “Diluc-”

“No, (Name)”

“Stay out-”

“Not here” Sharing a look, he softened at the shine in your eyes. “You’ll just attract the knights' attention”

You didn’t care, no, not one bit. If the knights had dared to interfere at that moment, they too would have been caught up in your blinded revenge, thrown aside or slashed down without single care just to finally eradicate the bane of your existence and you didn’t care about what consequences you brought about, you just didn’t and you made sure to tell Diluc that, as soon as you had the privacy of Angel’s Share’s storeroom, pacing up and down while he stood off to the side against the wall, watching silently.

“You had no right to get in my way!” You snapped, voice shaking from the pure emotions you were releasing “I finally had my chance, I was finally going to do it! They deserve to end by my hand, by my decision, after the years of torture they put me through! They deserved it! And you got in my way! How could you get in my way! I-”

Pushing off the wall, he slowly advanced towards you, carefully, hands out like he was approaching a wounded animal.

“I understand you’re upset-”

“I’m not upset!” You cried at him, stopping mid-step before dropping your head and tightly, grabbing your hair in your hands “I’m not upset! I’m angry! I’m so fucking angry! And I deserve to be fucking angry! I-”

The sob ripped through your throat despite you trying to hold it back, tears finally gathering in your eyes and rapidly falling down your cheeks “You should have let me kill them! I should have had the chance to rid the world of their evil! It’s not fair! It’s not- it’s not fair, I-”

You didn’t bother to fight him when his arms finally wrapped around you, just fell against him as you wept. The pent up rage, fear and sadness from years of repression taking its toll as you cried, your partner whispering sweet words as he raked his hand through your hair gently and leaned his head against yours.

“I’m sorry” His hand held your cheek fondly, ruby red staring back into your own eyes with a softness that made you melt “I didn’t know this meant so much to you, but if you’re willing to tell me, I’ll listen. I’ll always listen”

With another choked sob, you leaned into his hold “Please just hold me for now”

And he did just that.

Kaeya

The captain had promised to meet you at his office, a simple task really but with the lingering presence of Jean and the words ‘There’s so much work that needs to be done’ leaving her lips he bolted, hoping to catch you by the Guild and drag you to Angel Share for your date. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help her, it was just he had already promised you this night and Eula could have always taken his place with paperwork, her threat of “vengeance” as she liked to call it could wait for another day.

It was also due to the fact he had no intentions of filing any paperwork for as long as he could avoid it, but that was his secret to be kept.

Being the perspective man he was, he could tell straight away he had walked into something tense, surveying the surrounding people of Mondstadt who looked on in concern, the unbridled rage upon your face, the obviously intimidating lean that the stranger held over you- something was wrong and he knew he had to put a stop to it.

“(Name)?” You glanced for a single moment before your furious glare had returned to the stranger, another flag waving right in his face as he approached, “My dear? Who might this be?”

Before you could snap, lip curling in disgust, the stranger stood back to their full height, switching quickly with a fake charming smile that practically mirrored his own, holding out their hand towards him “(S/N) (Last), (Name)’s older sibling. it’s nice to meet you”

Kaeya’s smile widened and despite the glare from you that was now focused on him, he shook your sibling's hand in-kind “Kaeya Alberich, (Name)’s partner-”

He made sure to tighten his grip with his last words “And Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius”

Successfully, as he always was, Kaeya held back the smug, mocking grin that itched to climb onto his face when the neck of your sibling bobbed nervously, forehead reflecting the afternoon light as sweat gathered on their brow.

The man hadn’t obviously threatened them, surely, Kaeya was smarter than that, but then again, he could still present himself as a threat, a good one and well, his title was a menacing one when it came to the right moment. ‘Try anything and not only do I have the authority to kick your arse but the power to put you in a place many didn’t dare even step’ shortened into an innocent sentence with only 8 words.

“Cavalry Captain? That’s quite impressive” They laughed off, tugging away their hand awkwardly when Kaeya continued to keep a firm grip, his present eye focused solely on your siblings face. They glanced over to you “Quite an achievement for you, aye (Name)?”

You growled, “I’ll show you an achievement-”

Kaeya’s arm had wrapped around your waist not a second later, tugging you tighter to his side as the two of you turned, the man throwing your sibling a smile over his shoulder.

“As nice as it was to meet you, (S/B), we must be going”

And then without another word Kaeya dragged you away, heading in the direction of your home instead of Angel Share tavern, feeling your pure, unfiltered anger the whole way along with the citizens as they parted ways, rushing off from your rage.

It was only when you had returned to the sanctuary of your abode did you snap, jerking away from your boyfriend with angered strides and beginning your seething lecture towards him, moving up and down through the living room while he ventured off into the kitchen, grabbing 2 glasses and a bottle of wine.

“How dare you Kaeya! How fucking dare you! Do you have any idea what you were doing back there!? What was even happening back there!? So much for being the most observant man in Mondstadt because you seemed pretty dense to me the whole fucking time!” Your hands raked through your hair as you yelled, trying so hard to hold back the tears “I didn’t need your damn help, Kaeya! Nor did I fucking want it! Know to stay out of someone's business when it isn’t wanted!”

Logically you knew what he had done, you were smart like that and you knew Kaeya long enough to know what he was doing but your rage, fear and sadness blocked out everything in that moment, made you blind to reality, made you only think irrationally and Kaeya didn’t blame you for that. He could never blame you for that.

Though, it did hurt him to see you in this state.

“Wine?”

You gawked at him for a moment, staring at him with shock and confusion as he held out a wine glass towards you, another held in his other hand and a sweet smile plastered on his face, before your moment morphed into rage, grabbing the drink from his hand and tossing it towards the wall, the red wine splattering over the wallpaper and glass shards falling to the floor.

“Well, that was a waste-”

“Do you think I’m an idiot, Kaeya!?” You cried, not even bothering to hold back anymore as the tears fell and your voice cracked, hand pointing accusingly in his face “Is this some kind of joke to you!? Huh!? Am I a fool in your eyes!? Some sort of blubbering idiot!? Why must you- why do you-”

The second glass was placed on the dresser by you both, Kaeya’s hand coming to hold your cheek fondly while the other came to grab your hand that dangled in the air, still poised at him “I don’t think you're either of those, my dear, in fact, I think you’re one of the brightest in the whole of Teyvat, nevermind Mondstadt”

You hiccuped “Then why-”

Brushing away the wetness from your cheek, he brought your hand to his mouth to place a fond kiss on your palm “Because you mustn’t cry, (Name), don’t waste your tears on someone like them”

“I’m not crying, I’m-”

He shushed you gently and you finally relaxed, falling into his embrace with a heavy heart “-I’m not, I swear-”

Within the familiarity of your home, you wept in his arms, exhausted from the whirlwind of emotions and the scenes that had transpired that day, ready to just curl into yourself and try to block the flooding memories of history. Although, having Kaeya at that moment helped more than he could ever know, having him to rely on made it all so much easier to cope with that day.

“Tell me what ails you and I’ll listen” Brushing back some hair, he pressed a kiss to your head.

“Can..can we just stay like this for a while?”

“Of course, my dear”

Zhongli

He had sensed the incoming danger like it had been revealed in some sort of premonition. Maybe it had been a skill he had acquired after his long, eventful life, maybe it was his connection to Liyue and his citizens, but for some reason, as he sat before Iron Tongue Tian as the man recalled his tales of ancient Liyue like usual, Zhongli knew that the crowd that was forming around Wamin Restaurant had something that he need urgently attend, especially when even Tian paused his story to glance around the corner of the restaurant building to see the commotion.

When the archon had finally borne witness to the scene, he paused within the crowd, surveying the surroundings carefully. You were the centre of attention, along with another stranger, both glaring at one another with anger and disgust, though your own anger seemed to double compared to the other’s, seeing as your weapon was slowly materialising in your grip. Zhongli could also see Guild Master Lan making her way down the steps leading to the Guild reception, a worried expression on her face glancing between you and the approaching Millelith.

Zhongli made his decision, politely pushing through the crowd until he had finally made it by your side, hand being placed gently on your arm “(Name)?”

Both you and the stranger glanced at him, but he paid no mind to them, only held eye contact with you when Lan appeared by your other side, glaring at the stranger with a hardened gaze.

“Are you harassing my guild member?”

Before the stranger could respond, the Millelith had also popped in, glancing between you and them “Is there a problem?”

Zhongli had taken up your view when Lan began her take, she had borne witness for much longer than he had of course and he was certain that you were in no state to talk to the guards. Your eyes were glazed with hatred, pupils pinpricks in a sea of (E/C) and your hands were shaking, balled into fists.

If anything, he needed to try and calm you down first.

“Get the hell out of my way, Zhongli” Your teeth ground together, words shaking with anger “Don’t push yourself into my business”

“I’m sorry, my love, but I can’t do that” He tried brushing your cheek but you jerked away, glaring at his hand before glaring back at him, in no mood to be coddled “I don’t want you to do something you’d regret”

“Trust me, I won’t regret this one bit”

Zhongli held his tongue for the question that almost rolled out, knowing now wasn’t the time for inquiries when the stranger’s voice rang out, condescending and snarky as they addressed you.

“Still need people to protect you, aye (Name)? Of course, you’re still the same pathetic bitch from years ago”

You were lucky for your reputation around Liyue, for the picture of the kind and caring adventurer that had swept through the town from your years of living here because had it not been for that, you pushing aside your boyfriend and materialising your weapon to aim it at your sibling’s throat would have had you in cuffs that instant.

Lan grabbed you, tugging you away as you screamed “I’ll show you pathetic you fucker! Let me go!”

The Millelith didn’t wait to drag your sibling away, much to their cries of dismay, one sending Lan a nod while you continued to fight against her, crying out in frustration.

“Kid, you have to calm down-”

“Calm down!? No! Get the hell off me!”

Zhongli watched as you finally broke away, huffing and puffing up a storm before glancing amongst the crowd, staring at their worried and concerned faces, your own eyes tearing up before you looked away pushing past the crowd to find somewhere to be alone.

When Lan went to call out for you, Zhongli raised his hand, the two sharing a look before the archon made his way after you, his longer legs keeping a steady pace to which he could catch up to you, just beyond the bridge that led into Liyue Harbour. There were no people where you stood, just the lush green plants and great mountains of nature, a perfect place for you to let out your frustration without the prying eyes of the citizens.

“(Name)-”

“Leave me alone!” You cried, curling into yourself with your back turned to him “I don’t want you here, Zhongli! Nor did I want you back there! I didn’t need your or anyone else's help!”

You knew he was here from a place of concern, and deep down you begged that your words didn’t harm him in any way, but currently, you didn’t care, you didn’t want to care, you just wanted to be numb, numb to the flashbacks of your horrid past and numb to the feelings that were dragged along with them.

“My love, please, return with me to our home, I will brew some calming tea-”

“Tea? Tea!? Does it look like I want any fucking tea?! I couldn’t care any less about some fucking tea, Zhongli!” Spinning around on your heels, you scowled at him, not bothering to hide your rushing tears “Don’t you get it!? I want to be left alone, I-”

Two gloved hands gently encased your face, your angered expression morphing into one of shock as your partner stared down at you with glowing eyes filled with a deep-rooted love, affection, worry and so much more that you couldn’t put into mere mortal words. At that moment, everything felt as if it had melted away, only you and him were in this world, nothing else, just the two of you.

And you felt as though your heart had been lifted from the pressures of this life.

“I do not think it is best for you to be left alone” His baritone voice was always so calming, so serene and in your sane moment, you finally felt its effects “I wish to stay with you, so please, let me stay”

With a whimper, you grabbed onto his forearms and leaned your face into his hands, tears continuing to fall as your eyes fluttered shut “Okay…”

“They have hurt you deeply, haven’t they?”

Hesitantly, you nodded.

“Would you be so kind as to tell me the details?”

“I-...” Sharing eye contact once again, you whispered “Can- can you just...hold me for now? Please”

Moving his hands from your face, he engulfed you in his arms, leaning his head against yours “Of course”

Childe

The Harbinger had just left the Northland Bank, hell, he was just about to make his way down the spiral staircase but when hearing the commotion, he paused, something in his gut telling him to check just before and he was glad he did.

Glancing over the elevated walkway, he felt a fiery pit roar in the depths of his stomach, eyes narrowing dangerously at the scene; you were snarling in some other person’s face, their own face nothing short of disgust and a crowd that only seemed to grow by the minute.

Who the hell did this person think they were? Did they even know who you were? To stand so close to you, with a look of threat on their face like you weren’t about to kick their arse? Like he wasn’t about to kick their arse? How did this insignificant speck of dross not know your connections with him, the 11th Harbinger? Or did he know and was just trying his luck?

“Seems like someone has a death wish” And a death wish they had indeed.

Ignoring the perplexed glance from his subordinate stationed outside the building's entrance, Childe made his way down the steps, murderous look stitched on the whole way to the circle of civilians, the mass parting ways for the man that was Tartaglia and continuing to watch the moment in silence.

“Who the hell are you-” You both turned towards him, you in shock while the stranger stared in confusion until Childe’s hand wrapped around their collar, tugging them closer to look down at them with a deep-rooted disgust “-And why the hell are you harassing my partner?”

They fought against him, obviously, they did, but the surprise came when you saddled up next to him, grabbing his arm “Stay out of this, Tartaglia”

What? It hadn't been your request, no, you were always one to finish your whole fights you weren't "A damsel in distress after all!" no, you were so much more, so much greater but that look on your face, murderous and downright cruel- he just couldn't believe his ears.

Childe stared at you in shock while the stranger struggled, throwing him a dirty look in their attempts “Yeah, this is between my sibling and I”

Childe straightened in surprise, feeling embarrassment flood his system. Had he seriously just grabbed and threatened his lover’s family member? Oh, Archons, his judgement had been clouded by anger at the look of the scene, I mean, why would your sibling look at you that way-

“But it’s really no surprise that you still need to be babied, (Name), how shameful”

His eyes widened but not a moment later had you tackled your sibling, the crowd crying out in alarm as you threw back your fist and crushed their nose under the weight of your punch. “I’ll show you fucking shameful, bastard!”

There was shouting and a glance showed the oncoming Millelith marching towards the circle.

Being Fatui always did garner the attention of the guards nowadays, especially for him, who had tried to lure out the attention of their Archon by summoning an ancient god that nearly drowned the entirety of the harbour, so it was no surprise that they seemed to hurry in the pursuit when they noticed his appearance at the scene. However, lucky for him, your reputation as a great adventurer preceded you and throughout Liyue you were seen as a trusted and well-liked individual, meaning whatever trouble you got in, containing his meddling or not, was usually waved away due to the trust of the people.

So, without another thought, Childe tugged you off of your bloodied sibling and held you close, even as you thrashed violently, shouting at him to let you go.

“What is going on here?” A guard called, slamming the hilt of his polearm into the ground as he surveyed the area, eyes landing on the sibling before following the small trail of blood to you, still fighting against your boyfriend with threats falling from your lips “Was there a reason for this brawl? Who started it?”

As your sibling raised themselves on their forearms, they scowled and opened their mouth to respond, only for Childe to put in. “It was them, sir, they were the one that started it, (Name) was merely acting in self-defence”

The Millelith scowled at him, raising a brow and once again looking you over “Is that so?”

He addressed the crowd soon after “Is this what happened?”

And as expected, they all glanced over the sibling, then to you and piped up in agreement. It paid to be a hero, it seemed, the whole harbour returning the favour of years of helping out the community.

“If that’s the case, please come with us” The sibling cried out, anger and fear laced into their voice, trying to argue for their innocence only for the guards to grab them, hauling them away to archons know where while Childe did the same with you, slowly dragging you away from the scene and back into the bank, you screaming and cursing the whole way until you had made it to his office, finally managing to push him off and storming to the opposite side of the room practically seething.

“Who the hell do you think you are, Tartaglia!?” You cried, throwing out your arms in exaggeration “I didn’t need your fucking help! And why the fuck would you pull me off them!? I had them right where I wanted them and you fucking did that! Are you a moron!?”

“You had a sibling” He breathed, watching as you began to pace, muttering in an angered state “And you didn’t tell me”

“-after all these years I finally had the chance to end their pathetic excuse of a life and you just got in my fucking way! I’d waited too long for this moment and you fucking ruined it! How dare you, how fucking dare you-”

“(Name), why didn’t you tell me you had a sibling!?” He cried, walking up to you and grabbing your wrist to stop you “I was ready to kill them right there! And why are you talking about them like this!? They’re your family aren’t they-”

“They are not my fucking family!”

The scream echoed through the room, chilling Childe to the core as you ripped your arm from his grasp, running your hands through your hair before gripping it so tightly it felt close to being ripped from your head. But you didn’t care, no, you couldn’t, you were so angry and you needed something to keep you grounded, to keep yourself from losing yourself and getting lost in those haunting past memories.

The Harbinger felt his chest squeeze painfully as the tears fell down your face, red rimming your eyes and cheeks wet as you sobbed, chest heaving from trying to breathe “Family takes care of you! Family thinks of you in the highest light possible! They love you for who you are and they love you no matter what! That bastard hurt me, made me feel worthless and they refuse to believe they could do no wrong and I hate them! They are the bane of my existence! They are not my fucking family! I hate them, I hate them, I hate them, I-”

Arms were around you instantly, Childe’s face pressed into your hair as you wept, grasping onto the lapels of his suit and shoving your face into his chest to muffle your cries.

“I’m sorry” He whispered, his own eyes shining slightly “I’m sorry, I was being insensitive. Please, don’t cry”

“No, I’m not crying, I promised myself I wouldn’t-” You hiccuped “I wouldn’t waste any more tears on them-”

Then you broke off into more wails, your boyfriend holding you close and letting you continue to cry in his arms, warm and comforting until you were finally reduced to whimpers, leaning into him heavily as the remaining adrenaline in your body began to wear thin when he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Will...will you tell me about it?”

You sniffed “Later...just hold me for now, please, Ajax...”

His arms tightened protectively “Anything for you, my love”

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coinandcandle · 3 years ago

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Hey! I’m a bit of a novice witch (Finally learned the bare basics, phew that was alot of reading.) and had a small question, what are the different types of altars? Im aware they’re is deity altars but overheard some girls calling their crystal shelves altars.

I adore your page and it has helped me tons on my mountain of research to do!

XOXO <3

Howdy~!

First of all, thank you so much for your sweet words <3 I'm happy if my page can help people further their own research!!

Honestly this may not be the answer you're looking for but the possibilities for types of altars are kind of...infinite? in a sense.

I say this because the common definition of an altar is that it's a table or surface (i.e. a shelf) that is dedicated to some sort of religious or spiritual practice, often where offerings or sacrifices would take place.

This definition is slightly different in most modern witch circles, but the idea is the same: It's where you place your witchy stuff or do witchy things.

So while there are altars for deities, as you mentioned, many witches also have their own personal altars that they use in their practice! In this case, it's likely a place where they might burn incense, make spells, prepare ingredients, use divination tools, and so much more.

Of course it would be wrong of me not to mention that in some cultures, as well as some folk's personal practices, people will have altars set up for loved ones who have passed. This can be used as a way to honor them or keep their spirit alive. These can look similar to how you think a deity altar would look, often with a photo of the loved one and perhaps an offering like incense or food.

There are digital altars as well for those who don't have the space, time, or energy to have physical altars. I don't have one since I am lucky enough to have two shelves dedicated to each of the deities I follow, but I think they're a wonderful idea! Though I know that there are other tumblr witches who have delved into that area of altars, so feel free to comment links below if you have a posts on digital altars.

Basically: In modern witchcraft an altar is a place for witches to work their magic or are used to place offerings meant for metaphysical beings; gods, spirits, demons, (whatever you fancy).

The things to place on your altar are entirely up to you and should be based on your intuition and your own craft, though asking for guidance from other witches or taking inspiration from other witches is encouraged especially for newer witches.

Some of the more common items are:

Candles

Iconography of the deity or spirit the altar is dedicated to (if there is one) such as a statue, painting, drawing, etc.

Crystals or metals

Some sort of cup, bowl, or any container that can hold liquid for libations

Incense holder

Anything you would like to offer to the deity or spirit if there is one

If it's a workbench-type altar, you can put herbs, oils, or other objects you may often use in your practice

I will say that it would be a little strange to me that these folks considered a shelf of crystals an altar if they are using those shelves as storage but of course there could be more to it than that and we just don't have that context.

You altar can be whatever you make it, it's like a work bench for witches!

I hope this was helpful, I know sometimes with answers like this it leaves you with more questions. If you have anymore go ahead and send them my way and I will try to answer them to the best of my abilities or I will give you the resources needed to learn on your own! :)

#altars #altar #types of altar #witchcraft #witchy ask #ask me #witch

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popopretty · 4 years ago

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Storm Bringer Spoilers (4)

Another part from CODE;04, before the final battle, where I think Dazai actually showed some genuine concerns for Chuuya. It is interesting to read. I generally enjoy it when Dazai acts more human like this.

Feel free to re-translate it if you want. Just remember that I am not fluent in either English or Japanese and there might be mistakes here and there.

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Deeper into the night. The destruction’s footstep is approaching the city.

The entrance of the highway on the outskirt of the city was crushed by the Demonic Beast Guivre. The bridge that supports the road, the direction signs, the median strips in the middle, all crushed in an instant. It happened so fast that hardly any sound was made. The passing vehicles witnessed that. They ignored the lane and turned around to run away. The Demon Beast turned towards them and spat out gravity lines. All the vehicles disappeared without a trace. Together with their entire surroundings.

Chuuya and Dazai gazed at the Demon Beast Guivre that was approaching them like that.

The place they were standing was on top of a large spherical gas storage tank. That was a tank set up in the suburbs to store gas for the city. Its top workbench is even higher than the skyscrapers around the area. They can see the face of the beast waking fast towards them in almost the same horizontal level.

“I guess it is about 30 minutes until Yokohama downtown is turned into a mess.” Dazai idly said while looking at the beast.

“That’s not something we are going to see.” Chuuya said, holding the hat in his hand. “By that time we have already either blown away that thing, or died.”

“Gosh, no way! Double-suiciding with Chuuya is the worst. For once, let’s do it seriously.”

“Fine by me. I don’t feel like dying either. I still have to become an executive before you and order you around.”

“Oh? That’s quite some confidence you’ve got there. That jewelry business? I heard it’s going well?”

“The like of you will never be able to catch up. Our jewelry distribution channel, including carriers, pawnbrokers and appraisers, is number one in Yokohama.”

“Yeah, I know that. I was in charge of that before Chuuya took over, that’s why.”

“What?”, Chuuya looked at Dazai, surprised. “That means the first person who set up that distribution channel was actually you???”

“Leave that for now. It is about time it comes within striking distance.” Dazai pointed ahead with his chin. The foot steps of the Demonic Beast Guivre got closer. Its crimson eyes looked straight at them. Chuuya gazed at the beast for a while, then he looked up and shouted.

“Dazai’s used stuff! hand-me-down, huh?”

“Whatever.”

The giant beast trampled on the roadside trees and tore down the power lines. The signboards and abandoned bicycles were lifted off the ground as a result of gravity anomaly and crushed into tiny dust in the air.

”Remembered the plan?”

“Yeah.”

Chuuya and Dazai stood side by side, facing the giant beast. Their clothes fluttered under the high wind.

“What you have to keep in mind is that this plan is not foolproof. We don’t know what is going to happen. After all, we are going to hit the Demonic Beast Guivre with Arahabaki. I won’t be surprised even if the world is blown away.”

“Like it will!” Chuuya said. “Verlaine survived such thing nice years ago.”

The plan Dazai came up with.

In that plan, Chuuya would open his “gate” and hit the giant beast with Arahabaki’s infinite energy.

“We already know the method to open Chuuya’s “gate”. It’s the control spell that N has said: “Oh grantors of dark disgrace, do not wake me again”. With that, the sealing command will be reset. We will not be able to open the “gate” just by doing that, but that hat will help us.”

The hat that Chuuya was holding was the one that Verlaine had worn. That was gifted to him by Rimbaud, with a piece of ability metal embedded inside. With that, the person who wears it, in this case Chuuya, would be able control the “gate” by his will. Verlaine being able to freely open the “gate” by himself and using the Black Hole power, were all thanks to that hat.

“It’s almost time. Chuuya will jump from here, open the “gate” in front of that monster, and hit it with the power.” Dazai lifted the radio with one hand while looking at the beast. “So I’m going to send an order to my men to prepare for action… Is that okay?”

“Of course it is okay.” Chuuya turned to Dazai. “Why are you asking me such a thing?”

Dazai didn’t answer right away.

That was an unusual expression. It’s like he was trying to say something, but had to arrange the words in his head to decide where he should start. An expression that Dazai rarely shows.

“There is one problem.” Dazai cut off the sentence hesitantly. “It has nothing to do with the success rate of the plan. It is a matter we have to overcome in the end but... it may require some time to decide.“

“What’s with you?”, Chuuya raised his eyebrows at Dazai. “Stop dramatizing it. Hurry up and say it”

“I said earlier about the control spell to open the “gate”. That is used to reset the command formula inside Chuuya, right?” Dazai spoke with a strangely restrained voice. “If we use that, the logs of the command formula that were written in the past will also be erased. That means…. even if the memory erasure command was used on Chuuya in the past, the traces of that will be erased as well.”

“What?”

“I told you before right, the “memory erasure command”. The only way to confirm if Chuuya is a human or not is to check the history to see if the memory erasure command was ever used. It means…” Dazai looked at Chuuya with eyes that he had never looked at him before. Those eyes were serious. “If we use that control spell, the method to confirm whether Chuuya is an artificial personality created by a string of code, or just a normal human being, will be lost. For good.”

The time stopped.

Chuuya opened his eyes and turned towards Dazai, but his eyes were not seeing anything. The wind blew between the two of them. Even so, Chuuya did not blink.

“Verlaine became like that because he was tormented by the curse that he was not human. That only is enough of a big problem. The matter of being human or not.” Dazai took out his pocket watch, gave it a glance then continued. “I can delay the time until the plan starts for about two minutes. I will send an order to my men to wait… You can think about it alone for a while. Cuz I guess it’s hard for you to collect your thoughts with me around.”

Having said so, Dazai turned away and walked towards the stairs, leaving Chuuya alone.

Dazai’s eyes were fixed on the his pocket watch. Two more minutes. Too short for a life decision. But he couldn’t afford more than that.

Inside Dazai’s head, he was planning the procedure to switch to an alternative plan in case Chuuya refused, at a tremendous speed.

After six steps, Dazai reached the stair. He stepped on the stair and started walking down. Three steps down the stair, he heard a *clang*, a cool sound of metal echoing behind him. It sounds like the metal was kicked by the sole of someone’s shoes. The moment he realized what that sound was, Dazai turned around in surprise.

There was already no one at the top.

Dazai was dazed for a moment, then he loosened his lips and laughed.

“Trying to act cool, huh?”, Dazai smiled, both annoyed and relieved. Then he turned to his radio and sent out his order. “Chuuya has sallied. Everyone, get ready for battle.”

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pukanavis · 3 years ago

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Technoroid Main story: Chapter 1 Part 1 “An Unexpected Encounter”

Denta: Heya, everyone! Welcome to Japan’s biggest entertainment tower, “Babel”!

I’m the Navi AI “Denta”! It’s nice to meet both you and your friends!

ー”Babel” is the symbol of a new era and a new paradise! It’s the tower of intellect where hope and aspiration intersect!

Today we have more “Climbers” aiming to reach the top! What could it be that lies at the summit? Is it a dream!? Is it an illusion!?

Whether you want to participate or just watch, Babel is always waiting for new friends!

We’re accepting new participants 24/7 down in the Climber’s Lobby!

Ah, also! Denta-kun official goods are being sold at all hours of the day too! Buy Now!

♡　♡　♡

Alto: ーSensei…! Esora-Sensei!

Esora: Alto, are you keeping up?

Alto: Y-Yes! This place is surprisingly complicated…

Esora: That’s due to Babel’s intricate construction. It’s easy to get lost backstage if you aren’t familiar with it.

Alto: Definitely. If I didn’t have you here, Sensei, I would have gotten lost immediately…

…

Esora: Alto?

Alto: Even here, you can still hear people singing…it’s very busy.

Thank you, once again. I know it's a big favour to ask for, yet you still let me come along...

Esora: Is this is your first time at “Babel”?

Alto: No, I’ve been here a number of times as a member of the audience, but I’ve never gone behind the scenes like this before…

I was really surprised to find out you had a staff pass for “Babel”, Sensei.

Esora: It’s no big deal. I’m just the exclusive engineer for certain Climbers. It's not as if I'm a part of the administration or anything.

Alto: But that alone is incredible too! Not only are you a world-class figure in the world of robotics…

You’re also the exclusive technician for “Babel’s” Top Climbers, “STAND-ALONE”...!

Esora: You speak too highly of me. Those guys are the incredible ones, not me.

Anyhow, we should hurry along. You’re here to study today, correct?

Alto: Of course! As your star pupil, I'll make good use of this opportunity to watch you work up close!

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Alto: Ah, Sensei? …Esora-Sensei?

Oh dear…I’ve really gotten myself lost. I need to find him quickly…!

I’ll use my smart device…ah! It’s out of charge…

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Alto: This is…a storage warehouse? It’s dark, I can barely seeー

Alto: …!! These are androids…!?

Dialogue Option: "What are they doing here?"

Alto: What’re they doing at the back of a warehouse…? Hmm, actually…

…They’re in quite good shape…

If they’re just out-of-order…I wonder if I could fix them.

(Agh, no no, what am I thinking? I shouldn’t touch things without permission!)

(I don’t have the time for this in the first place…)

…But maybe I can just have a little look…

Besides…Esora-Sensei would never neglect a broken android…!

It’s strange. It doesn't look like there's anything wrong with them, and yet…

Why aren’t they booting up? I’ll try sending them another signal.

(Stay calm…focus, focus. I passed my Repair Technician exam last year so I should be able to do this.)

(...Esora-Sensei…)

(When he’s focused, he tends hums to himself. He said it helps with maintaining his compsure.)

(If it’s something I’ve learned from him, then surelyー)

…~♪

???: !

Alto: Uwah!? They activated all of a sudden…!?

???: …

Alto: Are you alright? Can you understand me?

???: …?

Alto: …Uhh.

Oh, that’s right, names! Could you tell me your names?

Cobalt: Unique identifierー CO-0728HS/ Cobalt.

Chrom: CR-0904HS/ Chrom.

Kei: SI-0111HS/ Kei

Neon: NE-0419HS/ Neon

Alto: My name is Alto. Why were the four of you inactive in a place like this?

Cobalt: …I don’t…know…

Alto: You don’t know…? You're saying you don’t remember…?

(Perhaps something has malfunctioned in their memory space? Anyhow, I can’t efficiently investigate here…I need to find Esora-Sensei…!)

If that’s the case, I know an incredible technician. Let’s try asking him to examine you!

We'll go speak with him…it’s just, I don’t know where he is…

Cobalt: …?

Alto: Hmm~ the least we could do is head out to the lobby.

Cobalt: Lobby…? Babel.

Alto: Eh, what!? Where are you all going!?

W-Wait~!

♡　♡　♡

Alto: …We've made it to the lobby without any issues…

Cobalt: …

Alto: I think we’ll be able to meet up with Esora-Sensei soon from here. This way, everyone.

Navi Denta: 【Warning】Urgent message from the Bronze Climb Stage, VR Audience 16.

Alto: Huh?

Cobalt: …?

Navi Denta: Unable to confirm preparation for registered participant “Mechanica Metallica”.

3 minutes until the performance commences. If the scheduled time is not met then the unit in question will receive an automatic disqualification. The entry fee will be forfeited.

Alto: (Looks like the Climbers haven’t shown up for some reason. I wonder if something happened…?)

Anyhow…everyone! We need to find Esora-Sensei quicklyー

Navi Denta: 【Accept】Arrival of【４】particpants confirmed. I will show you to the stage.

Alto: Huh, what’re you doingー!?

Cobalt: Babel…stage…

We’re…at Babel…!

Alto: …!

…I couldn’t stop them…

(Just now…it looked as if his eyes were saying “I want to join”…)

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Navi Denta: Preparation complete. “Mechanica Metallica” the stage is yours.

Cobalt: ーThat’s wrong…

Navi Denta: ? The registration data says “Metallic Hollic” by “Mechanica Metallica”ー

Chrom: I…

Kei: We…

Neon: …Our song, isー

Cobalt: ー"IDempty"

(They begin to perform)

The 4 of them: ー!!

Alto: ーSuch a rating at a Bronze…it’s incredible…!

This is the kind of performance you’d see from a Top Climber…!

Cobalt: …

…Huh?

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Cobalt: Ah…

Alto: Well done, everyone! That was fantastic!

Cobalt: Ah, you think so? Thanks! I don’t really get what’s going on though!

Alto: !?

Kei: My memory space doesn’t seem to be working right…where am I? What am I doing here?

Chrom: Hm. From the looks of it, it appears that we’re at an entertainment facility. A notably large one, at that.

Neon: …What a pain.

Alto: (A-Aren’t they acting completely different from earlier…!?)

Um…Cobalt?

Cobalt: Yep, that’s me! Hey, how’d you know my name?

Alto: Ah, you told me earlier…but more importantly!

You guys are the same four people that were on stage…right? Aren’t you acting differently…?

The 4 of them:...

Cobalt: …Was that a thing I did?

Kei: I don’t recall…

Chrom: It appears that we’ve been operating on a half-sleep mode. It’s similar to what humans refer to as “sleepwalking”, correct?

Neon: …Really, what a pain. I wanna sleep…

(Neon falls to the ground)

Cobalt: Ah, Neon! You can’t sleep here~!

Alto: …Eh.

Ehhh~...!?

#technoroid

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inknopewetrust · 4 years ago

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Hey, I was wondering if i could request either javier peña or din djarin ship/x reader oneshot type thing? Mostly just (one of) them comforting reader who has really low confidence and doesn't believe they are good at anything. x x

Little Miss Perfect

Pairing: Javier Peña x Fem!Reader

Word Count:1.3k

Warnings: language. Don’t doubt your abilities loves–you are more than capable of doing anything you set your mind to.

A/N: thanks for the request Anon! Sorry for the long wait, these things just take a bit of time! Ah, how I missed writing for Javi. Did you know Javi was the first character that mustered up a following for me on here? Now, nearly 1000 followers later, here I am still writing for him. I felt this request would work best with him :)

“Shit!”

It was either the loud yell or the slamming of the telephone that caught Javi’s attention, he wasn’t sure which had come first. At the desk across from him, Steve sat disengaged from your internal struggles that were beginning to bleed out into the small office you all shared and diagonal from him, you had your head being cradled by your hands in frustration.

Javier kicked Steve’s shin from under the desk and with an audible “ow,” Steve gave Javier a look of disdain. The thumb pointed in your direction changed his demeanor from one of annoyance to one of concern.

“You alright, L/n?” Steve set down the report he had been reading to focus his attention onto you, but you didn’t look him in the eyes to answer, just mumbled a barely heard:

“No.”

He didn’t push any further, but it had to have been something serious to have you react in a way that made Javier concerned. If there was anything to know about you, it was that everything you ever did–whether it be work, play, or what not, you always put in 100% effort. When the reactions to your work were less than spectacular, a depression-like slump followed because it wasn’t what you were hoping for. You strived to have your superiors and partners know that you were the best person for the job and when you failed on occasion, it stung like a sting from a hornet.

“No... No, I’m not alright. I’m not fucking alright!” The burst came out of nowhere and startled the two men. It got even worse when you rose from the seat and practically ran out of the office with your jacket, the chair spinning rapidly in your wake.

“What the fuck was that about!?” Steve asked Javier with an exasperated gaze, but Javier didn’t know the answer. He thought he could deduce the reaction to the problem, except he was never certain in his abilities to read your physical reactions. Neither man readied themselves to follow immediately. Though after a few minutes, it was Javier who made the effort to find you and get to the bottom of your obvious despair.

Not in the courtyard and not in the smoking room. There was no sign of you in the file room, printing room, with the CIA guys and gals, or with Noonan. Based on Noonan’s dismissal of Javier, Javi was sure the conversation that was had between the two of you is what made you so upset.

It wasn’t until he got down to the bottom floor and into storage that he smelt the distinct smell of camel cigarettes filled his senses and he followed it down the dimly lit aisles of boxes filled with completed files. Down the one labeled G-J, you were sat against the rack with a few burnt cigarettes on the ground. Javier’s footsteps were not quiet, so you knew he was there when he turned down the aisle.

“Come to gloat for Carrillo? He fucked us all over.”

“It’s not your fault we didn’t catch him alive.” Javi told you and sat down across from you. One of his legs bent up towards his body and the other stretched out just enough where it rested itself on the other side of your foot. You handed the cigarette out to him which he gladly took from you.

“It’s always on my account. Noonan always thinks it’s my fault and I just can’t convince anyone that I’m good at this. Every time we get close to catching one of them, they die or go MIA or I don’t know... fly off to Mars.”

“Mars? Shooting a little high there, don’t you think?” The smirk on his face was welcoming but you were still angry at that fact that everything you did was never good enough for the DEA.

“Why don’t they get angry at you and Steve? Why is it always me?”

“You think you’re the only person who gets chewed out around here?” You shrugged at him but the foot that had been resting beside yours tapped it harshly. You looked at Javi with a helpless face.

“Noonan isn’t a field agent. She doesn’t understand why Carrillo made the call, but he shouldn’t have. That was your member to catch.”

“And it’s my fault that he’s dead!?”

“I didn’t say that.” Javier handed the cigarette back to you and you took a long, much needed drag before restarting the conversation.

“Sorry. I don’t mean to be ridiculous about it.”

“You’re not being ridiculous. Not many women would have the gall to even take up a field job here and let alone be good at it. Noonan’s position was handed to her... she doesn’t know what we’re dealing with out there.”

“But it doesn’t mean that she isn’t right. Every time I got a lead something would happen to change the course. That isn’t what they look for in agents so what is keeping me here? Optics?”

Javier shook his head and furrowed his brows. Since the moment you stepped off the plane in Colombia, you’ve been nothing but a valuable asset to their efforts in catching Escobar. Every piece of information that you provided was essential and that is why they had put you on Gustavo Gaviria’s case in the first place. If it weren’t for Carrillo, you would have had him in American handcuffs right now but operations weren’t easy when five different departments of justice are fighting the same fight. You were a brilliant co-worker, a great person, and more than capable to be here working with him and Steve.

“Don’t say that...you are one of the best agents we have.”

“Not everyone thinks that way, Javi.”

“Well I do, and I know Steve does too. Plus, the CIA guys and the girls that work in the office, they know how hard you work. AND! I’ve never seen a woman kick as much ass as you do when we go out on the field. Anyone who doubts a woman who has no qualms about holding a gun to your head should be terrified in their assumption.”

You scoffed but it was enough to draw a little smile at the corner of your mouth so Javier knew he was getting somewhere. He was cracking the façade even if some of those thoughts would return from time to time. It wasn’t often agents were praised for their good work, so he took the chance to do it for you in a moment of need.

“Do you remember the night we had to survey the bar where there was that shootout?” You nodded in remembrance and he continued with a story that you could have predicted.

“You were the only one to think of-”

“I know, I know.” you shrugged off the surging compliment of a good days work but Javier shook his head and laughed. It was a laugh of sheer lack of understanding as to why you wouldn’t want to hear compliments.

“You deserve to be recognized for your work. Noonan might not see it but we all do here. Here is where it matters and on the field and when you go home at night and see the positive impacts on the news. When this is all over and you return to the States, wherever you end up, those people are always going to remember you for the good deeds you’ve done here.”

“You’re a good man, Javi. You know that right?”

There was a shared, true smile between the two of you in that moment.

“I think some people would disagree but if you say so, then I’ll think it.”

“I’ll remember that mantra the next time I don’t think I belong here.”

With that, Javier helped pick up the burnt nubs of cigarettes from the floor and together you returned to the office where you would help make a difference and remember that the two people who matter most to your job thought of you as essential to the process. For that, you would be forever thankful for.

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