#i got one of the wood burning tools but instead of using it to. burn wood. im just using it to melt the edges of the cording

[oflgtfol]

bracelets as a christmas gift for michaels coworker #1

[sosuigeneris]

Socialite Series: Cherry’s Master Post

Things that have helped me, that could help you. Here is a master list of my softmaxxing journey!

Body:

J*hn Bent*n’s workouts: Yes he’s an asshole but his workouts really do work. He used to train models and his workouts are life changing.

2. B-12 Lipo salines: These you can consume in a shot (like an injection) or in a saline (go to a GOOD DOCTOR for this). I prefer the saline, and my doctor recommended the 6 week course for me (one saline every week). It burns subQ fat and that was the main reason why I began using those. There is zero side effect to these, acc to my doc.  edit: don’t really recommend these anymore. I’ll update this list when I finish my Emsculpt.

3. Diet: More protein, more vegetables, more water and lesser intake of carbs. Carbs are important but i used to over-consume them. Cutting down has helped me a lot. I also did a gut bacteria test (you basically sent a piece of your shit to a lab and they analyse it) to understand what foods worked for me and what didnt. 

4. Probiotics for metabolism management 

5. Measuring: I stopped tracking weight and began tracking body fat % instead. I feel that this works better for me. 

6. Wood therapy: I KNOW. You lot will think its bogus but it helped me and im sticking to it, so there. There’s no wood therapy spa near me, so i ordered the wood therapy tools from amazon, plastic wrap, a waist trainer, almond oil. I looked up videos on wood therapy and lymphatic drainage, and i do it for about 5 mins on my tummy and thighs before my work outs, wrap my torso with plastic wrap, throw the waist trainer on top. 

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Skin:

Accutane: this helped me tremendously with my acne and my skin is 95% blemish free now. If you are taking this, remember to be disciplined and regular. 

Zero alcohol: I stopped drinking completely and its done my skin and health wonders.

Products: Sunscreen + Vitamin C combo in the AM. Retinol + moisturiser at night. Recommended by my dermat. 

Hair removal: I refuse to shave because its so uncomfortable so i prefer to wax once in 2 months. Personally, when I began exfoliating my body twice a week - I use a scrub by the Body Shop - I noticed that the hair was growing back slower than it used to. I use a loofah for everyday too. I don’t believe in laser because it’s never just 6 sessions; you do have to have “maintenance” sessions as well post the 6.

Face sculpting: Gua sha on alternative nights. I dont know if this works or is placebo, but I felt like it did. 

Body lotion every day. Twice a day sometimes. I swear, it makes you smell good and feel so soft. 

Expensive make up: specially, foundation. I’m sorry, i know this could be controversial. But idk what cow semen Charlotte Tilbury puts in her make up, it seriously makes me glow. I’m yet to find a good drug store alternative. A while back, I stopped wearing concealer, and I began using a lighter shade of CT’s foundation as concealer over my normal shade. I feel that because the products are chemically the same, they blend better and don’t react and “peel.” Highly recommend that too. For the rest of my face like powder, blush, eyeliner, I do use normal drug store make up.  

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Oral hygiene:

I used to have braces. After taking them off, I noticed a difference in my jaw.

Brush, floss, Listrine, tongue cleaner

Mild whitening. I think Hollywood level teeth whitening looks crazy and I want to look as “naturally” beautiful as possible.

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Hair care:

For hair growth: as recommended by my doc: minoxidil hair foam 5% w/w Tugain Foam.

High frequency wand before wash days on my scalp. 

Moroccan hair oil. I use a tiny amount everyday on my ends after I finish my make up for the day and I swear it makes my hair shine like crazy.

I also got hair Botox done because i used to have curly but absolutely unmanageable hair. I tried to make it work for years but i gave up and caved in to having permanent straight hair and I love it. 

I only shampoo twice a day so on days when i workout but don’t shampoo, i use hair perfume. I spray some of it on my brush and run it through my hair. I swear it works. 

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Overall:

The colour palette theory seriously works. I didn’t realise that wearing the right colours can impact you so much.

Confidence is absolutely key. I seriously recommend going to a group class of some sort if you have the time and just mingling with random people. Social situations are important to gauge your “standing.”

Random but if you have a big nose: grow out your eyebrows / fill them in slightly thicker. I noticed that when I had thin eyebrows, my nose would stand out more but when I made them thicker, it balanced my face out better. 

Steam iron your clothes before you wear them. You will look 100% put together. 

*IF* you’re aesthetically challenged when it comes to picking clothes, use my rule of thumb: never wear any more than 3 colours at once  (remember: IF you can’t put outfits together). 

[florianniss]

Dungeons and Drag Queens

RatedE, Identityporn, Drag Queen Eddie

“Gah!”

Steve has a tight-knuckled grip on his ‘Oh shit’ bar and his brake pedal is pressed all the way to the floor. He squeezes his eyes shut and waits for the crunch of metal, the crushing of glass, the impact that throws him into the windshield and puts him in the hospital in a full-body cast.

It never comes.

“Jeezus, Steve. Lighten up, will you?”

Somehow, miraculously, Dustin has managed to swerve and miss the parked delivery van and is tooling proudly down the street like he didn’t almost send Steve’s life flashing before his eyes.

“You’re not my Dad, you know.”

Dustin turns the wheel back and forth, like he’s in one of those grocery store ride-ons that you put quarters in to make it move. He comes up on a stop sign way too fast and slams on the brakes at the very last second. Steve has to throw his hands on the dash to stay in his seat. 

“That’s right,” Steve says, pulse rapid and thready, and he’s sure his veins are popping out all over the place. “I’m your Mom. And you’re a menace.”

Dustin rolls his head dramatically and steps on the gas. The old fake-wood-grocery-getter he’s borrowed from his folks spits up gravel from its back tires. Steve wishes he’d ridden separately, taken his bike instead.

“Why are you such a chicken lately, anyway?” Dustin whines. “You used to be fun.”

Steve bristles. “I’m still fun.” It comes out as a growl, like a cantankerous old bear woken way too early from slumber.

Dustin laughs and lays down another screeching halt. Steve swears he can smell the brake pads burned and disintegrated into dust. He grins like he’s done it on purpose, takes a corner and heads out of town, and Steve forces himself to relax. 

He would never admit it, but he has become rather — conservative — these past few weeks. Like, his body is still twenty-two but his brain is thirty years older.

“Do I need to run through any rules with you before we get there?”

Steve gives a long-suffering sigh. It’s Saturday, and it’s the first day he’s had off in two weeks. And, like the soft-serve (coward) he is, he’s agreed to stand in for Dustin’s girlfriend, Suzie, at their little gang’s weekly board game. 

“I got it.”

It’s not true, of course. He has no idea what the hell he’s getting into. What he does know is the second he found out Dustin and Mike and Max and Lucas and Will were secretly meeting in some random guy’s garage, his Mother Hen transformed into Mother Lion.

“OK.” Dustin doesn’t sound convinced.

He picks up the other kids and they pile into the back two rows, punching the back of Steve’s seat playfully as they pass. They pair off naturally, Mike with Will and Lucas with Max. Steve’s chest twinges a bit when he thinks about how Suzie rounds out their little group nicely.

Meanwhile, he’s the third wheel. (Or rather, the sixth? Seventh?)

Dustin and the others have been trying to get Steve to come for weeks. He explains nicely that he’s an adult and he has responsibilities: job, rent, groceries. Recuperating from life. The kids try to make him feel guilty by telling him everyone they invite always says ‘no.’ So, of course, he’s got to prove them wrong.

He also wants to meet this guy whose garage they meet in. What if he’s a creep or a kidnapper? Or a killer. The kids don’t even know how old he is.

Steve intends to find out.

Dustin pulls into the trailer park and Steve definitely gets Texas Chainsaw Massacre vibes from the place. He kinda wishes he’d brought his Leatherman. Or his bat.

The kids spill out of the car and hurry down the dirt driveway toward the mandoor on a faded puke-green metal building. Behind it, there’s a trailer in the same color and condition. A rusted van is parked crooked near the garage, an old Chevy truck has been pulled right up to the front porch. Steve notes the plate numbers in case he needs to report a crime.

He opens the station wagon’s back door and lifts the cooler. He’s packed healthy stuff like string cheese and peanuts, a bag of grapes and a few apples. It’s not just for his wards; it’s for him too. Ain’t no way he’s eating some serial killer’s pork rinds. No sir.

Steve follows the rest into the garage and isn’t half surprised to find it smells exactly like a garage. Rubber and oil and musty rust and something sweet — radiator fluid? He takes in the large open space, scanning the boxes and tools and spare parts before settling on a large, heavy, claw-footed dining table that looks like it belonged to somebody’s dead grandmother.

The boys pull out folding chairs and begin to set them up around the table, all talking as loud as they possibly can to make sure they’re heard over the others. Max smiles and hangs her gray tote bag with the rainbow straps over the back of her chair. Steve is pretty sure she’s wearing a Care Bear shirt, and he loves her for it.

Steve sets the cooler on the floor next to the table and realizes he’s forgotten something.

“Oh, shit, guys! I forgot the pop!”

Groans circle the table and Steve feels horrible. He’s about to volunteer to take the wagon to the 7-11 and pick up Slushies to make up for it, when a voice behind him offers another solution.

“I got drinks in the trailer.”

Dustin cheers and Steve spins around, hair prickling on his arms because this guy sounds much older than seventeen. And when he lays eyes on a very adult face, his stomach does a very convincing leap off a highrise. It’s nothing like he expected.

Apparently, neither is Steve, because the guy drops the opened box of dice he’s carrying in the crook of one arm and they clatter onto the floor like hailstones and roll under the table. A stunned set of dark eyes pop out of a narrow, handsome face, and his mouth falls open. For a second, Steve feels embarrassed for the guy.

Dustin, however, flies in from the side and hugs him. “Thanks, Eddie! We’ll just run in and —“

This Eddie shakes himself like a wet dog, and a stern frown creases his forehead as he narrows his eyes “Not you, Henderson. Or you two.” He points at Will and Mike. “Max. You and Lucas grab some and haul them out.”

Lucas grins at Max, who returns the smile with something mischievous. Eddie catches it and shakes his head. “And no beer. I ain’t serving minors, here.”

Steve watches the whole exchange with a little jealousy. He’s supposed to be the only one who gets to boss these kids around. But he can’t possibly say anything; the guy’s logic is sound, and even if he’s just covering because Steve is here, it’s one less thing to worry about.

Because there’s definitely something about this Eddie that has sent Steve’s pulse racing.

He realizes he’s staring and quickly crouches to help the others collect the escaped dice. Down on hands and knees, he notes how sweaty his palms are, the nervous shimmy behind his navel.

What the hell is wrong with him lately?

When everything’s been collected and he crawls back from under the table, Eddie and Dustin are standing in the same spot. Except Dustin has a shit-eating grin on his face. And Eddie is looking like he’s been hit with a baseball bat.

His eyes are – well, they’re captivating.

“Uh,” Eddie says, and he folds both arms over his chest, hugs himself tightly. “I’ll go check on Max.”

He spins on his heel and high-tails it outside, like he’s seen a ghost or something.

Dustin continues to smile as he approaches the table and chooses a chair. He carefully spills out his little figurines and bag of matching dice, and Steve wants to throttle him for how smug he’s being.

The conversation returns to the volume levels from inside the car. Everyone is going on about what happened last time, all of them trying to fill Steve in. He tries to listen to each of them in turn, catches phrases like, ‘That demon was so sick, man!’ And ‘I can’t believe you tried to open the chest with a shovel!’ They were really getting into it, saying, ‘OK, then, next time you open the damn thing!’ and, ‘But nobody’s got lockpicking!’ when the door opens, and Eddie and Max and Lucas walk in.

Steve’s eyes flit over the Mountain Dew piled in both kids’ arms (they’re gonna be a handful on the ride home) and settle on the fact that Eddie has changed his shirt.

It’s long-sleeved, less wrinkled, and newer-looking. It’s like his hair has been combed; all the tight curls have separated and they seem softer somehow. He swaggers, yes, swaggers, across the floor right up to Steve and shoves his hands in his jeans pockets. Jeans that hug his frame a little too well.

“I’m Eddie Munson. Hey.” It’s cocky.

Steve stands so quickly that he almost knocks his chair back. Someone at the table snickers.

He slips his hands in his own pockets. “Steve Harrington. Hey.”

They exchange hard-focused glares and brief nods, and then Eddie moves away to take a chair at what’s clearly the head of the table. It’s directly across from Steve.

Eddie sits, and Steve sits, and he tries not to think anything at all. Tries to clear his brain and make it an empty space. Because, if he doesn’t, he’s bound to think this guy is threatening him in some way. There are some pretty territorial vibes coming off him.

Chaos ensues. Everyone scrambles to spread things out on the table. They lean over it, sometimes standing on their chairs to reach. And they argue, of course, because they always argue.

“That’s not where the garden was! It was over there! Next to the rowboat!”

“No. That’s where the temple statue was, remember?”

Steve tears his gaze away from their host’s and finds the tablecloth he thought was a honeycomb-themed covering, is actually the mat they’re playing their game on.

He checks to see if Eddie is still watching him, and, he is. Looking over the top of a large manilla envelope as he slides white sheets of paper out, one at a time. It’s eerie, really. The way his eyes seem so deep. As if he’s some sort of —

Well, Steve doesn’t know.

Eddie passes out character sheets and Steve’s instructed to read his. He scans through it, reading about a man who’s a noble who worships some kind of dragon god. He doesn’t understand all the stuff on the front; it’s a lot of reading. More than he’s done since college. Even then, he needed a quiet room with no distractions to understand what he was reading.

Eddie’s garage is far from that.

Dustin leans over and hands him a velvet pouch. “You can use some of my dice.”

Steve leans into him. “You’re gonna have to help me. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.”

Dustin laughs, but he does help. All of them do, actually. More than enough. At one point, when his character “Rodrick” is standing on a half-sunken pirate ship, and it’s his turn to decide whether he should investigate a dark, dank, waterlogged room, even though apparently he can’t see into it, Max pats him reassuringly on the back and says, “Don’t worry. We’ll cover you.”

Steve isn’t worried about some fictional character in some fantasy game, who can’t die anyway because he’s got a biblical laying hands spell. He’s worried about making a fool of himself in front of –

Yeah.

Eddie’s murder stare eases eventually. He lords over the board, hunkered down behind a makeshift barrier he’s set up on his end. Steve catches on that he’s not playing, he’s leading the game. He’s sarcastic and loud, swears like a sailor, and it’s clear he knows his shit. It’s like he knows how everything is supposed to play out ahead of time, and he lures the other players into his trap.

It doesn’t go as he expects either, because Dustin challenges him on everything. He argues that in real play some character wouldn’t really do that. He corrects Eddie on how many hits someone gets, or whether spells can be used in certain instances. They bicker like a couple of old, long-married people, while the rest of the kids dive into notes they’ve taken, share each other’s sheets and basically work together to overcome and defeat monsters. And if Steve hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, hadn’t been there to watch the playful back and forth that was actually whimsical and light-hearted, he wouldn’t have believed it.

After Dustin throws a fit when an undead monster stays dead by Max a second time, when it should have resurrected once more to be killed a third, Eddie loses his cool. He picks up the suspect monster and hurls it across the garage, where it slides over the concrete floor and ends up in a pile of junk.

“He’s dead because I say so, got it?”

Steve watches fire dance in the guy’s eyes, but he’s not fooled. He understands, just like the kids do, that he’s not really angry. He’s enjoying this.

They’re a few hours in when Steve dies. And it’s not the fact that he’s dead, really. No. It’s the humiliating way it happens.

“Why the hell did you do it that way, you idiot?” Dustin shouts at Mike, who has made the decision to take a fancy bow-and-arrow shot between his legs, aiming for the space under Steve’s character’s arm where it sits on his hip. Unfortunately, it hits Roderick directly in the ass, and the following roll of the dice lands on the ‘twenty’ side. And the table erupts into shrieks and complaints in every direction. 

“You killed him!”

Steve sits back in his chair, shocked and not quite understanding what happened, when Eddie begins to laugh.

It’s not your typical everyday ha-ha funny thing. This is a full-bodied, chair tipped on two legs, clutching your stomach because you’re about to piss your pants, raucously mirthful and fucking joyful laugh.

And it goes on. And on. And on. It continues for so long, in fact, that Steve finds himself grinning. Dustin has his head in his hands, Will is defending Mike, and Max and Lucas are looking over Steve’s shoulder at his sheet to see how they can bring him back to life (because apparently, nobody else has healing spells).

Eventually, Eddie sets his chair back on four legs and gets out of it. He steps away from the table and motions for Steve. He walks right out of the garage.

Steve follows, because how can he not?

The trailer house is filled to the gills with old-people stuff, trinkets and wall hangings and lots of Catholic mementos. It smells like cigarette smoke, but it’s basically clean. Small and cramped, well-lived in, but not the kidnapper’s lair Steve imagined.

Eddie is in the kitchen with the refrigerator door open, just his backside showing. He slams it closed and comes out with two PBRs. Eyebrows raised in question, he waits for Steve to open receptive hands before he tosses it over.

“Thanks,” Steve says. 

Eddie cracks his open and leans sideways against the counter, crossing one long leg over the other. He lifts his beer as acknowledgement and tips it back, watching Steve as he pops his open too. A grin lingers at the corner of his mouth.

“How do you know Dustin?” he asks once Steve has had a chance for a swallow. “Believe it or not, he hasn’t told me that yet.”

Steve imagines the breakneck speed at which Dustin talks, especially with someone he’s just met. And he hadn’t even considered that Dustin would have told Eddie about him.

“His mom knows mine. We went to the same school.”

Eddie tips his head slightly, like he needs a different angle to be able to understand. “How old are you?”

Steve considers the beer the guy tossed him and figures he must have an idea. “Twenty-two.”

Eddie smirks, eyes glinting. “Seems kinda suspicious for two guys to live together. Especially when you’re so much older than him.”

And Steve gets it. Eddie is making sure Steve isn’t hurting Dustin, just like Steve’s been trying to do with Eddie.

He counters with, “Well, how old are you? People might get the wrong idea, seeing as you’re an adult, and all, and these kids keep coming over to your house.”

Eddie’s smile widens and he takes another sip instead of answering. Steve decides to push the envelope a little.

“How do I know you’re not giving them drugs?”

Eddie chokes on his beer, but catches himself before it spews all over the kitchen. He coughs as he’s smiling, wipes his mouth off with a towel that’s threaded through the oven door handle. And when he looks at Steve, there’s some self-preservation bleeding through.

“Why do you think I invite them to play DnD here, huh? All sorts of shit goes down in this community that no one even knows about. They’re good kids, Steve. I just wanna keep ‘em safe.”

It’s the first time he’s said Steve’s name, and it feels – well, it feels, strangely intimate.

“I just didn’t realize they already had a babysitter,” Eddie teases, and the tense atmosphere lifts.

They share a look and a smile and it goes on for far too long.

That’s when Lucas slams the screen door open and leaps into the hallway. “We figured out how to save you!”

Steve catches Eddie’s eye before giving in to Lucas’ incessant tugging on his elbow.

“I’ll be there in a sec. Gotta take a piss,” Eddie says, burping into the back of his hand and crushing the can against his thigh. It’s something that shouldn’t make Steve’s brain fizz out. But it does.

Steve is bombarded when he enters the garage with a plan the group of them worked out together. It seems Will is still mad at Dustin, scowling over Mike’s shoulder, but the rest of them are enthusiastically escorting Steve to the table while explaining their plot to resurrect him.

Eddie strolls in, not five minutes later, with more beer. This time, instead of tossing it, he sets it on the table at Steve’s elbow and smiles down at him. Steve smiles back because he’s honestly over his head here.

They continue on, successfully completing that quest and jumping headlong into another, until Steve’s ass is sore and he has to pee, and he steps out into the now-night air to piss behind the garage.

Two beers in and his thoughts are making connections he really doesn’t need at the moment. Like how twice now he’s become completely enamored with someone the first time they meet. Like how he’s a sucker for a big, wet, expressive pair of eyes and an intelligent mind. Like how it doesn’t matter that Eddie’s a guy, because he’s not picky. And he’s suddenly sinking into the horrifying feeling that he’s cheating on –

But that’s ridiculous. He’s not going steady with anyone to be feeling that way.

When he returns, Eddie is telling a gory story about some chick in space who’s encountered alien things with acid blood. The kids are ‘ewing’ and ‘grossing’ and Dustin is on the edge of his seat listening to the tale. Eddie eyes Steve and winks, then dives into a graphic description of something called a ‘chestburster.’

Eddie laughs at their disgusted groans. “Ellen Ripley is fucking badass, and I love her.”

Steve feels a strange swoop in his gut. He doesn’t know who this Ellen Ripley is, but he’s suddenly jealous of her.

“I have an idea!” Max shouts over the din, waving her hands to get everyone’s attention. “We should go see the movie. All of us. Together. Suzie too”

“What movie?” Steve asks, and everyone answers in unison.

“Aliens!”

Steve makes eye contact with Eddie, who is watching him with amusement. He’s heard of the movie, but isn’t sure it’s the type of thing the kids would enjoy. He doesn’t even know what it’s rated, and if they can even get in to see it.

But the kids are already making plans for the following weekend. Dustin rounds on Steve and says he absolutely has to go with them.

“Yeah, Steve,” Eddie says, teasing from across the table. “You just have to go.”

Steve knows a challenge when he sees one. “Fine. I’ll do it. But you have to go, too.”

And that’s how Steve Harrington drives a carload of kids home, hopped up on caffeine and sugar, wondering how he’s gotten himself a group date with a bunch of teenagers and Eddie, of all things.

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[tobyislame]

some more ticci toby headcanons

once again consider this a headcanon salad i'm still figuring out how to format these

- in my canon he's from minnesota. he just feels like a minnesotan

- also in my canon he lives in a shoddy little abandoned cabin in the woods (header image is along the lines of what i think it would look like). the mansion still exists he just chooses not to reside there cus he'd much rather have his own space that he can control

- never has the big lights on in his house cus it makes him crazy. instead there's just headless lamps/lanterns/candles strewn all over

- best believe the place is messy as shit. imagine if a 16 year old boy was allowed to be a homeowner. yea pretty fucking vile right

- his place just smells like raw wood and weed you walk in it just slaps you in the face

- all of his clothes have that vague cigarette smell on them

- he smells like pinecones and wet soil (on a good day)

- thinks axe masks the fact that he hardly showers unfortunately

- also thinks just using mouthwash is the same as brushing your teeth unfortunately

- honestly he's just super shit at taking care of himself, especially since his body lacks the tools to queue him in on some stuff

- like how cipa causes him not to feel hunger. he can't recognize when he's hungry so he often goes way too long between meals

- he has a little notebook where he keeps track of when he eats. it's meant to help him know when he should eat something but he consistently forgets to keep up with it

- he just isn't equipped with any of the tools necessary to take care of himself, both physically and mentally. he's in pretty bad shape, some extra help would probably do him good

- realistically with how much he disregards self-preservation he'd be fucking dead by now so he isn't entirely helpless. he knows he's accident-prone so he keeps first aid shit with him at all times, he knows blood means bad and that he should probably stop what he's doing that is making the blood happen, he knows to scan over himself every once in a while to check for unnoticed injuries and such, etc etc.

- cus of the gaping gash in his cheek he has to eat foods that are compatible with his disfigurement. he also always has to drink through a straw

- he does not like waffles. he does like pancakes however

- interestingly those with cipa have a lower sensitivity to capsaicin so he eats spicy stuff like a fuckin CHAMP. someone gave him one of those samyang noodles to try yk the one that's hot as BALLS and he was just like "i mean yea it's good"

- he's kind of just always covered head to toe with bandages. i think he'd have an excoriation (skin picking) disorder so he HAS to keep his arms and hands wrapped up, otherwise he'll just obsessively pick/bite/gnaw at his skin

- the rest of his body is perpetually scattered with bandaids and such on account of how scraped up he gets just being himself

- on the night of The Incident he got caught up in the fire. flaring up his chest and a section of the left side of his body are burn scars. there are a conglomerate of reasons as to why toby doesn't like to have his shirt off in front of ANYBODY and that's just one of them

- his motor tics tend to be on the more violent side (throwing things, hitting himself, hitting others, etc). however, he's learned how to sort of guide his tics from being one thing to another if that makes sense? idk i'm speaking from my own experience here and tics are a really difficult thing to put into words but like. if he can tell he's about to throw the thing that's in his hand he'll take that feeling and try to turn it into something smaller, so instead of throwing the thing a less destructive tic will occur instead. if any of that made sense

- more often than not he's got an earbud in or his headphones on listening to music. he finds that it makes it much easier for him to make his way through the world. that and when he's listening to music he's noticed that he hardly ever tics (usually) so yk that's also a bonus

- spends a lot of his time climbing trees and hanging out in them. also spends a lot of his time trying to make friends with the animals of the forest. he's gotten a lot better at knowing how to approach raccoons and possums and stuff. he likes to leave food out for birds and squirrels and such

- it's funny because he tries to be this hard-ass dude but as soon as he spots a deer he becomes the most gentle thing on earth in that moment. he'd probably grab your shoulders whispering all like "oh dude deer- shhh shh" and force you to crouch with him and stuff lmao

- he's dubbed the one rabbit in those woods that isn't afraid of him "dandy warhol". yea he's real good with names

- he leaves food trails for dandy that lead to his house because he thinks that's how people get pets. he does not realize he's also leading every other animal in that forest to his home

- he may be stupid .

[selamat-linting]

its been a while since i write abt terrafirmacraft... well its because i've been busy rebuilding the house. its a two story house with a wing dedicated for cooking and forging. the roof was burnt down twice until i replaced it with mudbricks instead of wood blocks. it also has a basement where i kept barrels of limewater, tallows, and preserved foods. limewater is useful for a lot of things, but right now im using it just for leather. tallows are candles. turns out whale hunting is a lot easier than i think. i crossed the ocean many times during my move, and some of them lingers and follow you on boat. candles are better light source than torches. you cant exactly hang it off the walls or ceiling, but it lasts longer. i'll be using candles until i finally get materials to make lamp glass.

as i get settled, i started farming. plants grow better here, and i can forage things from the forest, but they overheat fast so i need to provide crops with lots of fertilizers. i planted tomatoes, but i forgot they need a stick to prop them up. and then i find some animals, a cow, horse, and a llama i think? idk. i also got some chicken but it dies lol.

the cow was probably the worst animal i had to drag back. theyre so stupid! i brought three, but only one survives because one of them escaped the leash and ran off while the other fell in a hole and gets bit to death by crocodiles. i hate crocodiles so much, theyre demons that trap you in swamps.

winter came, and i started preparing for a trek to find graphite. i found a bunch of coppers, cooked, don my leather armor, i vaguely remember that there was an exposed bit of rock that might contain graphite in one of the lakes near my super super first base. i spent at least one and a half prospective pick just to get graphite. its tedious, long, and arduous. i think it took me two weeks to get it. i play the game in 2 hour duration twice a week so yea im a casual. its super satisfying to hit a super large stack though and coming home with a bonus of pyrite and beets. also now i know how to mine deep underwater <3

my plan here is to make glass for lamps and jars. to do that i need tools like paddle, jacks, blowpipe, and gem saw. i need brass to make jacks. and for gem saw i would need gems like pyrite and brass rod. to make brass you need a tin and copper and a way to process said tin and copper to be brass. by that i mean i need a crucible. its made out of fire clay. fire clay is made out of kaolinite clay and graphite. i just need One Thing.

but of course finding kaolinite isnt as easy as it sounds. it took me a week before i start using cheats. i already live SOMEHWERE where kao is supposed to spawn. but all i see is sylvite and saltpeters. its drudget i use locate biome to see other places like highlands and old mountains that might give me what i need, but so far i found zero. im starting to think my world just doesnt have kao. so i just give up and type give tfc:kaolin_clay.

i gave myself just enough to make a crucible. i made my brass rods and once i got it, i have to weld and work said rods on the anvil to make my blowpipe.

i blew all my coal and brass ingots to zero results. i just suck, suck so bad at working the anvil. so i took a long break. i didnt touch tfc for quite a while. i focused on making gifsets and such. but i get bored with only dabbling with photoshop so i look up tips on anvil working on tfc. there's no way around it. the mod is meant to slow you down and make you learn and explore. some suggested i practiced working on an anvil using copper. some suggested i work on other shit before coming back to the anvil.

so, i went back, and realized how much i neglected my house. my animals still doesnt have a barn. i havent fixed the burned kitchen roof. my bookshelves are empty. my leather armor have been worn down to a nub. my inventory shelves are a mess. i havent restored the decorations that got burned down on the third (or was it fourth?) house fire. i went to work slowly fixing those things. i made copper armor again, a helmet and boots. to tell you the truth, i think i did metalworking better when im just going by vibes instead of overthinking the maths.

im gonna complete the armor i wear, but for now i think i want to make a proper barn first and a warehouse. as i was working, the chest near the forge caught fire. i realized then the space im working in is too small. i need to make a storage space and a building dedicating for forging.

[eclipse-studios]

Tutoriel Bendy Props (Part 2 )

Hello and welcome ( back ) onto this ongoing series of BATIM props tutorial. Today, we’ll make the radio ! And a working one.

This time, Orion was a big helper. He deisgned the patterns, took all the measurements and worked out a way for that radio to swing !

This tutorial will only cover the radio because the process is kinda different from the other props ( that you can find here ), we took extra time and care because we DO wanna listen to Sammy Jam on loop. Best OST, can’t change my mind.

So, you’ll need :

EVA Foam, 5, 7 and 10mm ( or you can use cardboard. Like really, don’t feel pressured into buying those pricey materials if it’s JUST for the radio. Go ham on empty amazon packages and have fun. )

Foam Clay & Kwik Seal, those two are to buy only if you’re using EVA foam. They’re meant to seal the irregularities in foam.

Contact Cement & Hot Glue. Same here, Contact Cement is hardcore glue and isn’t that useful for cardboard, so use Hot Glue instead ! If you use extra-strong glue ( the ones in tiny packages ), be really careful not to put any on your skin ( it burns like hell ).

Yellow Ochre & Black acrylic paint

Cutter & Rotary Tool

little pieces of wood ( like lollipop sticks. )

Snap buttons

Strap ( anything from a rigid piece of cloth to leather is good for what we’re doing here. )

Hinge ( take it from a small box you don’t use anymore. oh, and maybe a screwdriver. )

a mini speaker ! the only thing you’re supposed to buy for the craft. Purchase the cheapest speaker you can find, since low quality speakers perfectly replicate the “no bass” feel of old radios. :)

If you’re looking for the cosplay materials we talked about, visit CosplayShop ( especially if you’re from Europe since they’re Belgian ), but don’t forget, you can use cardboard !

Step 1 : The pattern

The first thing to do is figuring out the pattern. If you already have your Bluetooth speaker, take it in account for the overall size of the radio.

You don’t need to understand all that complicated stuff, Orion figured it out for you.

Sorry for the shaky hand, I did it with my PC’s trackpad.

Step 2 : Cut the foam around your pattern.

The face and back sides will be cut in 0,7mm EVA Foam ( High Density ) ; then you cut the grill cloth in thinner foam, or using a real cloth. It’s important that part stays thin, for the sound to come out of it.

Above, you also have the pattern for the relief, that I also cut in 0,5mm Foam. Use a cutter for this !

The buttons are just two cylinders. Since they don’t need to be working, they’re pretty simple to make. Just make sure you don’t use a material that’s too thick, else it’ll be hard to bend.

The depth of the radio is just a 10cm wide piece of material, cut to the right size, that’ll vary with the perimeter of your own radio : don’t bother with the calculus, just test and cut a bit more each time until you got the right size.

After everything is cut nicely, you have to glue it with hot glue or contact cement. For perfect seams, I recommend you sand it gently before filling the holes with Foam Clay or Kwik Seal.

Now that your radio is in 3D, you have to make the base ! Use rigid, thicker foam / cardboard, or double it and stick it together. There should be around a centimetre between the edge of the base and the edge of the radio.

Now, don’t glue it if you wanna have access to the speaker inside. Screw and / or glue the hinge in order to open it. Place the hinge on the back side of the radio.

Now, the inside of the radio ! You gotta put a strap to stitch the speaker in place : we used a piece of leather but anything will do. To make it sit nicely, you can build a base to put it on. We built ours with both small pieces of wood and foam, because foam is easier to glue on foam than wood.

Now, it’s painting time ! This step is explained in the first part of these tutorials, but I’m sure you can figure it out with reference pictures !

Ta-da !

We personally use this radio as a prop when roleplaying to develop our Alternate Universe, Eclipse Studios ! By the way, we’re working on a new comic I think people will love…

Don’t forget to ask me if you need help for your own props, since I keep all my patterns and techniques.

I hope you enjoyed this post and this technic radio, and I’ll tell you soon about Eclipse Studios !

[hawkepockets]

i’m finally getting to those tav asks. thanks everyone who sent one!! the lovely @dragonologist-phd asked for #1, which includes birthplace & family, and i Got To Thinking in too much detail, much too much detail by far, too detailed, so here’s a separate post for just those elements.

jove grew up in baldur’s gate. they did have a clan, but it wasn’t a biological family unit—it was an all dragonborn craftsmen’s guild! most members were copper, brass, red or gold dragonborn who used their fire or acid breath to manipulate metal and glass. jove wasn’t born with that skill. their mother was a vagabond blue dragonborn, and although jove inherited their father’s brassy scales, they also manifested their mother’s electrical breath type, which wasn’t of any use in metalworking. the clan was warm to insiders but highly competitive and proud of their handiwork, and judged members’ worth almost solely by what they could craft. jove knew they’d be fed and cared for, but only tolerated, unless they excelled at a trade.

as a teenager, jove struck up a friendship with ritika estis, a much older gold dwarf metallurgist from a rival crafting guild. estis taught jove how to use a dwarven forge to work with metal, glass, and jewels using tools instead of relying on naturally heatproof hands and melting breath. estis was tough on jove, working them hard and giving praise sparingly, but every compliment meant the world to the young dragonborn. she built up their confidence to apply for a jeweler’s apprenticeship with their clan.

but estis also noticed that despite their dogged devotion to learning their father’s trade, jove was much more moved by folk songs and carved wood than any bauble made for a baldurian noble. jewelrymaking made them focus and sweat; music made them tap their foot, twitch their tail, and part their lips to try to taste it. it was a different kind of love. the day jove won their jeweling apprenticeship, estis went to them and, in a rare moment of open encouragement, urged them to forget the forge and learn to make music and instruments instead.

jove took up a secret, second apprenticeship with a human master luthier, learning to craft and repair string instruments and, tentatively, how to play the fiddle with their big, clawed hands. when the clan found out, jove was pressured to choose one trade and master it, instead of burning themself out to fail at both. with the self-assurance they’d learned from estis, jove committed to making instruments. many of their older clanmates were deeply embittered toward ritika and her guild for molding a promising young metalworker just to turn them against the family trade, but jove was happy.

after years of practice under the luthier, jove achieved the rank of journeyman and started to make gold for their clan selling handcrafted string instruments and repair services. they were much better at working on instruments than playing them, but had achieved enough skill on the fiddle to play gigs at local taverns and make passersby smile at them on festival days. they were more than content, and would have lived happily as an amateur musician and aspiring master luthier in the gate for the rest of their days.

and then came the bar fight.

fights weren’t that unusual for the cheaper inns and alehouses jove played music at, but this particular brawl started with a human woman harrassing a tiefling bachelor party, talking loudly about how they brought crime and sour luck on baldur’s gate, and shouldn’t be allowed to marry lest their offspring overrun the city. when she implied they killed and ate human children, one of the prouder and drunker tieflings took a swing at the woman. she reacted as though she’d been attacked, unprovoked, by the whole party, and other non-tieflings sprung to her defense. within seconds, the taproom turned into a battlefield, and within minutes all the celebrating tieflings were senseless on the floor. when the guards arrived, it was the tieflings who were arrested for disturbing the peace.

jove watched the whole thing, their bow sliding uselessly off the strings, unsure what they could do short of belching out a cone of lightning that would hit attackers, tieflings, and bystanders indiscriminately—so they did nothing.

when they told their master what happened, he was unsympathetic to the tieflings, saying that the other humans had taken things too far but that they hadn’t been wrong about the “foulbloods.”

jove got up before sunrise, stole their favorite of the violins they’d crafted and a simple glaive from estis’s forge (she would have given it freely if they’d woken her to ask, but jove couldn’t risk talking to her—if estis was as callous about the tieflings as their other mentor had been, it would break their faith completely), and left baldur’s gate. they’ve been roving the sword coast ever since, a vagabond like their mother, determined to protect strangers’ right to live and celebrate life loudly, especially those from “monstrous” races. this became the foundation of their paladin’s oath.

they’ve gotten rusty on the fiddle. but on the night of celebrating peace between the druids and tieflings, they’re compelled to play again.

[heartrendcrs]

eavesdrop ace and eden

send me   “eavesdrop”   and my muse will describe your muse like they’re talking to a third party. 

this wasn't her ideal saturday night. that old church on the highway about an hour from town. the one that always made her skittish now with solid reason. she's bound to a chair with the rope from the curtains and honestly it feels a cliche. she hadn't given him time to get the kit from the back of his truck. the one they always kept in a hidden truck compartment. zip ties, tasers, their gear. when you make people disappear you always have to be prepared with the tools to do such a thing. he can't hurt her though. well, scratch that. the busted lip and bruise forming on her cheek bone prove that he absolutely can hurt her. but he can't kill her. archibald amos inwood wouldn't let his girl die at the hands of someone else. father amos, inwood abandoned like she was. too weak to follow him into leadership. but by god if all the things he tried to bury hadn't pried themselves out of the dirt. she spits her blood at his feet, and he starts in. "it's been a while, sweet heart."

isaac zadok is a good soldier, turned great with time. he had to be to track her down. even if it was four towns from home. it was too close, way too fucking close. but she still has hope that maybe this could end peacefully.

"still lanky as a string bean, and fast. fuck, i remember when we used to practice tracking you through the woods." it's a fond memory for him, after all he wasn't the prey. she tries to swallow the lump in her throat, isaac was the kindest of the boys. when he caught her, he kept his hands around her waist instead of letting them roam. and back then, that meant everything to her. but a hunter's still a hunter, no matter how kind.

there's a moment of nostalgic silence that passes, and she thinks maybe he regrets this when his features drop.

"we need to talk about the warlock, baby girl." eden's gaze raises up at him with a bittersweet knowing in her eyes. isaac doesn't understand yet, but the second the word fell from his lips: he signed his death certificate.

"we can still save you." he starts and she remembers when she used to sound like that. so deep in it that she actually believed what they did was saving people. "nothing's taken root. there's plenty of ways we can-" "i don't want to be saved." she hissed, and for a moment he's actually taken back.

before the programming resets and he goes in for a second round. "what has happened can be washed clean. there are people who want to see you come home-"

"how's micah's eye?" came the cruel laugh and he almost lost himself. his hand raised and she flinched. knowing threats like that were never empty.

"you're still our girl," isaac replied cruelly, his hand falling back to his side. but his hand flexed, knowing it could raise again any second if it had too. "I fucked him, isaac." eden spat out at him. they both knew that clearly, but she needed him to hear her say it. "the things we've done. him to me, me to him. there's not enough holy water in the world to dose that fire."

"abby-" he starts but she gets louder. "he's in me. bone fucking deep, in my soul." there's a defiant purr in her tone. something lecherous. "we burn them at the stake, isaac. this one just got to burn me back, and i've never felt so fucking hot."

"you're talking crazy." he said marching over to grab her collar and yank it down to explode her shoulder, and the purple hue hidden there. "he did this to you. he's hurting you, baby girl."

"he calls me that too, with his hand around my throat." he shoves the shirt back, as if he's attempting to cover the shame of her sentence and she laughs.

"whatever spell your under that makes you think he gives a shit about you, we'll exorcise it. we're all water baby girl, we'll get it out even if we have to drown you to do it." isaac hissed, and that makes her pause. just enough for him to notice. "shit, you threw away your soul and you don't even know if he gives a fuck about you?"

"I get to choose my pain." her voice is quiet, but it burns. a fire sparked in her by the hellhound of a man she shared a bed with. "he is braver, stronger, and more vicious than any son of a bitch i've ever met. me killing you would be a fucking mercy in comparison to what he can do. but I choose my pain."

isaac's staring at her, trying to piece together what she's saying like she's talking in tongues. "every bruise he gives me is one i ask for. every touch is one i want. this world is full of fucking pain. isn't that what we're taught? that pain is the ultimate teacher?"

she quotes their scripture like a true preachers daughter. "with him: i get to choose. that's...that's everything."

[atlanticcanada]

'We're not going home': N.S. family flees 'apocalyptic' wildfire aims to build back safer

The church musician often napped after service. But on this Sunday in late May, it was a short rest.

She awoke to a message from her minister. "There's a wildfire raging. A nearby subdivision is being evacuated. Are you OK?"

Maureen McGee drew back her bedroom blinds. Thick plumes of smoke filled the sky.

She scrambled downstairs and told her daughter and son-in-law to pack a few things, thinking they'd be back once the fire was under control.

Instead, it will be years before they return home for good.

The McGee house and about 150 others burned to the ground during a devastating wildfire that ripped through a string of Halifax-area subdivisions nearly a month ago, one of the most catastrophic fires in Nova Scotia history.

In the aftermath, families are grappling with whether to rebuild or start a new life elsewhere.

It's a reality other communities in Canada could soon face during what officials say is an unprecedented start to wildfire season.

As climate change brings with it longer, drier summers, wildfires are expected to be more prevalent, grow larger and spread faster.

"Rising temperatures are directly tied to an increase in the number, duration, and severity of wildfires," a new report by the U.S.-based Urban Land Institute said.

Wildfires have already scorched roughly six million hectares of land this year across the country, according to the Canadian Interagency Forest Fire Centre. That's bigger than the entire province of Nova Scotia.

It raises the question of how homes and communities ravaged by wildfire can be rebuilt to mitigate or even prevent future destruction.

Using fire-resistant construction materials, removing flammable vegetation from around properties, improving access to fire suppression tools and greater education around campfire and barbecue use are all recommended by experts.

They also say subdivisions should include multiple exits and fire breaks.

It's a particularly a pressing issue in the McGee's neighbourhood, a suburban area with large, wooded lots and only one way in and out -- a shortcoming the family confronted head-on during a harrowing escape.

As she stepped outside her home, McGee saw ash falling on her deck. The sky turned a dystopian grey and pungent fumes filled the air.

She was gripped by fear, but tried to remain calm. The fire was on the other side of the lake. There was still no evacuation order. They would be fine.

They started to drive into the city, but something told her things could get worse. She didn't have her medication with her. She hadn't packed enough for her son and husband, both out that afternoon in separate cars.

So McGee turned around, figuring she had plenty of time to grab a few more things from her two-storey home in the Highland Park subdivision.

"It was like an apocalyptic movie," McGee recalled in an interview. "There was no sun in the sky."

Her son arrived home; they left the cars running and ran into the house. They could barely breathe from the smoke. They tossed essentials into a suitcase.

McGee rushed to a filing cabinet to grab mortgage documents and house plans. Then she heard shouting.

"I could hear my daughter's husband scream, 'You've got to get out now, the fire's in the yard,"' she said.

A towering wall of fire was quickly approaching. "You could feel the heat," McGee said.

There was still no evacuation order.

McGee jumped in the car with her son. Her daughter and son-in-law were in a car ahead of them with their dog. But the road -- the only way to flee the area -- was at a standstill.

"Traffic was stopped," she said. "It was terrifying."

Police had blocked the exit to keep the main road clear for Westwood Hills residents, who were under an evacuation order.

"RCMP weren't letting anybody in or out," McGee said. "I realized at that point that they didn't even know Highland Park was on fire."

Her husband, stuck on the other side of the blockade, pleaded with police to open the road to let his family escape. An officer threatened to arrest him if he didn't return to his car.

"We were on the phone together, and he told me to desert the car and run," McGee said. "But my son kept saying it would be OK, they would let us out soon."

McGee called her mother.

"I said, 'Mom, if we don't get out, I love you. Thank you for everything you've done for me,"' McGee said. "That was the worst 30 minutes of my entire life."

Eventually they heard sirens. Firefighters rushed into the subdivision. Police reopened the road to let people out.

The family reunited soon after in the parking lot of shopping area a few kilometres away.

"We were all hugging and crying," McGee said. "I realized at that point ... we're not going home."

It's been almost a month since the family's terrifying escape.

When she learned the house was gone, McGee found a long-term rental with the help of friends -- no easy task during Halifax's historic housing shortage.

Then she went about setting up a new home for her family with a mix of new, used and donated items.

"People have been so generous," McGee said. "The goodness of people is just unbelievable."

She's also spent hours on the phone with her insurance company as she confronts the looming issue of rebuilding.

"We heard it could be up to three years to rebuild, but our insurance company says we will be in long before that," she said. "At least we're safe. We have each other."

Many families are contending with the decision of whether to rebuild or move.

Yet the overarching issue for both individual homeowners and the community is how to rebuild.

"The neighbourhood shouldn't go back to the way it was," Dustin O' Leary, president of the Westwood Hills Residents Association, said in an interview. "We need to build back safer."

He is among the thousands of people that were displaced by the fire.

When he returned to the area, O'Leary said he was stunned by the scale of the incineration.

"There are swaths of land that are just black. Completely scorched," he said. "It's incredibly fortunate no one was injured, but there are important lessons learned."

Some residents have been advocating for changes to improve safety for years.

"The unfortunate thing is sometimes it takes a tragedy before people pay attention," said Duncan Williams, president of the Construction Association of Nova Scotia.

He lost a garage, a shed and some tools in the blaze. But his house is still standing.

"There's a number of these subdivisions that should never have been built the way they were," Williams said. "There's no fire suppression. There are no fire breaks. There are no emergency exits."

He called the one-way in, one-way out layout "a death trap."

The suburban area also has no city water or fire hydrants. But Williams said there could be pumping stations in the areas to improve the response time of fire crews.

"If we had a pumphouse, the fire trucks wouldn't have to run down through the woods and pump lake water up to the trucks," he said. "It doesn't make sense in the modern world. Our firefighters deserve better."

Another change needed relates to the more mundane task of property maintenance, experts say.

They say removing flammable vegetation from yards and near houses is critical in fire-prone areas.

"Research has shown that home ignitions are caused mostly by travelling embers, not necessarily by a wall of fire," said Marieke deRoos, a spokesperson for FireSmart Canada. "That's why it's important to focus on removing potential fuels and things can easily burn on and around your home and structures."

Homeowners should regularly remove debris from gutters, use rocks instead of mulch against a home and keep yards mowed and free of leaves, needles and branches, she said.

Burn barrels and fire pits should be placed far from structures and trees and surrounded by non-combustible material such as gravel, deRoos said.

Campfires should also be fully extinguished with water using a "soak and stir" method, experts say.

Meanwhile, there are also safer choices for fire-resistant construction materials for roofs, doors and siding, such as stucco, metal, brick, concrete and fibre cement cladding, experts say.

Longer term, environmental advocates say Canada needs to rethink how residential neighbourhoods are developed in forested areas and increase the protection of wetlands.

"There are a lot of allies in nature," said Mimi O'Handley, wetlands and water coordinator with the Ecology Action Centre in Halifax.

"When wetlands are healthy, they are natural sponges and soak up a huge amount of water," she said. "A wetland can act as a natural fire break and reduce intensity of a wildfire."

For now, McGee is trying to focus on "silver linings."

"You've just got to look for the bright lights and the good people," she said.

Safety is top of mind as her family begins the gargantuan task of rebuilding. But McGee also hopes the outcome will be better suited for her future grandchildren.

"Good things may come out of this," she said. "My kids might have a house that's more friendly for their toddlers."

McGee added: "And I get to live with my kids for longer. I love my kids."

This report by The Canadian Press was first published June 23, 2023.

For more Nova Scotia news visit our dedicated provincial page.

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[springvaletales]

((Session 50 is here! A milestone!!))

We started off with a quick recap of last session, since Thiori’s player wasn’t able to attend it.

“Bagel learned several very important lessons, and then forgot them.”

Party debate: Did Bagelby use up his official meet-and-greet with folk hero Sebastian Winderwisp when they met him in the woods?

Answer: He didn’t get a photo or an autograph, so no.

I had them all roll a d20 to see what happened when they crossed the border from Kendara to Salance. Results are:

(7) Thiori was pulled aside for additional searching

(19) Sir Carl was asked for an autograph by a star-struck guard

(2) Bagelby tried and failed to steal said autograph

(16) and (15) Asahi and Lex get through fine, but have to wait for everyone else

(22) Ena intimidated another guard into eating an acorn

“Thiori is moving so stiffly that he appears to be dropping frames.”

Bagelby’s Player has this ridiculous ability to ask very specific lore-related questions that I would never think to prepare, such as the distance between unrelated cities, what kind of terrain the landscape we’re speeding past is, and how much it would cost to load themselves and all of their horses onto a barge instead of riding along the road.

Instead of the IRS, we have the KRS - Kendaran Revenue System.

“You guys have burned down at LEAST one major city.”

Bagelby got a very intense feeling of deja vu on the barge, as he’s had a lot of strange dreams that he thinks are from a past life, and this experience matches up.

The barge docked at Emon Crossing, a small town at a historic, three-mile bridge crossing the Skaadas river towards Port Covekeel. The bridge is too low for the barge to pass under at this water level, so the party disembarked here.

Only so many people are allowed on the bridge at any given time, however (for safety reasons, totally not for session pacing reasons), so the party had to sign up for a specific time slot.

Sir Carl tried to schmooze the party’s way into a faster time slot, but failed the roll, and just had a riveting conversation with the guardsman instead.

Ena convinced the party to sleep out under the stars on the riverbank, rather than try to find rooms at an inn.

They all slept well, and had dreams that ranged from literal nothing to downright bizarre; Bagelby especially had a dream about standing on a rooftop there in Emon Crossing, looking down the river to the Gourman Sea. He turned to look at the person beside him, and saw….Lord Wiggles.

Bagelby, jolting out of a dead sleep: “LORD WIGGLES!”

Thiori, quietly crying in the next bedroll over, petting his mimic like a cat: “Hey, keep it down. People are sleeping!”

Bagelby’s screaming woke the party up early, but most of them decided to just get an early start to the day.

Bagelby decided to pester Sir Carl about Lord Wiggles, even though Sir Carl would have only been in his early to mid teens before Lord Wiggles’ disappearance.

Bagelby’s Player: “Is there a way we can Blues Clues hop into Bagel’s dream?”

Me: “If you spend the night focusing on it I’ll let you make a spell for it.”

Bagelby’s Player: “DEAL!!!”

Bagelby did, in fact, spend the rest of the in-session day focused single-mindedly on crafting this spell.

Thiori, Ena, and Asahi all went out shopping, and only Ena passed the Perception check; she smacked the elven pickpocket in the face before he could steal anything, while Thiori lost a few vials of poison, and Asahi lost one of her glassblowing tools.

Ena ran around looking for a special pigment to gift Asahi along with her proposal necklace, not knowing that Asahi had already stopped at most of these shops and bought most of their pigments.

She almost cried at the last shop, so the shopkeep took pity on her, and sold her a broken jar of unique pigment at a discount.

She stuffed it between her tiddies to keep it safe from pickpockets as she made her way back to camp. This is important, I promise.

Back at camp, Ena found Thiori and Asahi freaking out over their stolen items, and gave the pigment jar to Bagelby ‘for safekeeping’.

This is when she discovered that the pigment is heat-reactive, and glows when heated up.

The glass jar was hot from being in such close proximity to a fire genasi, and sizzled when put into the slime pocket.

Maritza was very unhappy that her sleep was disturbed by something so hot, and chittered angrily at Ena until she was fed a Hucky Heese token.

Bagelby is now convinced that currency is mimic food.

Lex found a mysterious note stuck to her mace summoning the party to a location in town, and Thiori - having only listened long enough to get the address - immediately stormed off.

The party caught up with him just in time to see him kick the door open on the Thieves Guild leader and a room full of crossbows.

Federalis Ecks is unphased by Thiori’s appearance, and offered him a drink.

I named this man FedEx to make my players laugh and they won’t stop making cop jokes. ><

I had to bs a new quest - stealing the Blossom of Iskall (yes like the YouTuber shush don’t at me) - back from the Pirate of Pirate Island, bc my players refused to take my Thieves Guild leader seriously and I needed to pivot.

Any remnant of a serious mood was broken when a rat the size of a cat (from the Royal Library in Kendara) burst forth out of Bagelby’s slime pocket at the mere mention of the word ‘library’.

Thiori used the rat as a distraction to grab and electrify one of the crossbows pointed at the party, and got shot by the other five in return.

Asahi managed to catch four of the five crossbow bolts, though Thiori did end up with one stuck in his crab shoulder.

The party was politely asked to leave.

Everyone returned to the campsite, and settled down to try and sleep a few more hours before their crossing time.

Bagelby cast his new spell, “Bagelby’s Phantasmal Landscape”, without warning anybody, and now they all have to pass a Wisdom save come next session or else be dragged into his dreamscape. XD

[cmenvs3000w23]

Nature in Film

As I’ve seen many others say, I also struggled to settle on a topic this week with the freedom of choice. I juggled between writing about eco-anxiety or my feelings of pushing through the grey season that is winter. In the end I settled for a much lighter topic, as I find that taking courses in environmental science often times leave me feeling down and worried about the future of our planet. So instead, I’d like to share a few of my favourite nature themed-ish movies that I’ve watched over the last few years.

Fire of Love. The first film on my list is the most recent one that I’ve watched, based on, in my opinion, one of earth’s most fascinating and visually stunning features, volcanoes. The documentary follows the love story of two volcanologists, Katia and Maurice Krafft. The story not only highlights their relationship and admiration for one another, but their shared love and admiration for all things volcanoes. The passion and sheer dedication to exploration and research shines through in the absolutely stunning archived footage captured by the scientist couple, which was used to produce the film. One pre warning I'd give if you haven’t seen it yet is that the voice of the narrator takes some getting used to, but if you can move passed it, the Wes Anderson-esque style of editing is a real treat, as can be seen by the movie cover alone, which almost seems studio created.

Captain Fantastic. I watched this movie sometimes during covid times (it all seems like the same year at this point) and found it to be a refreshing reminder that questioning and critical thinking in society and education can sometimes be scarce. The story follows a woods living family, who’s taken the responsibility of education as their own, and is mostly cut off from society. With the recent loss of their mother, we watch as the family navigates the outside world. This movie has a slow burn, but raises interesting questions about parenting styles, the education system, and societal norms. 

The Biggest Little Farm. It’s been a while since I’ve watched this documentary, but the first word that comes to mind when I think about it is wholesome. The movie follows a couple and they attempt to develop a farm that is completely sustainable, and completely natural. The couple are determined to find creative ways of navigating challenges without the use of chemicals, pesticides, or human created technology (minus physical tools) to create a thriving farm. The ups and downs of their journey both on and off the farm make for an interesting story about biodiversity, and the natural order of the world. 

I’d be really interested to hear your opinions on these if you’ve seen them! Also, please share any recommendations of nature based films if you’ve got any :)

[ax3022-ancutadantepelgrom]

Testing Materials Week 2-3

This is a compilation of tests I did on the multiplane.

At first I started with charcoal, then some string animation, and clay and oil. As well as a pyrography test on a slab of wood. I am writing to describe my thoughts and processes of each and to hopefully decide on one medium.

I first started with the pyrography tool which essentially was a soldering rod. It was great fun, very hot, and Smokey so I will definitely include a mask and a heatproof glove if I choose this going forward. Its burn effect is exactly what I'm looking for, so I am eager to make this work for me. I will however need to source my own wood potentially going out and finding it rather than ordering this. I did a quick test of drawing charcoal next to the pyro test to see how they look next to each other. I feel as though I could combine them together, possibly closer to the design stage/production.

On the multiplane I did three different charcoal tests, on different coloured paper. I had quickly drawn a rough plan for the first sapling animation. Since it was at the beginning of using the multiplane we had the lighting set up however the bulb went off one which is why it wasn't set so well. And wasn't until later this was replaced. I wasn't to worried about this since its only to see if I like the materials and If it's doable. We used dragon frame software to capture this, and made sure with a focus check it was picking up the details with the camera. Once this was sorted we added the keys for either two or single frame buttons. I was told that the lens would also have to be changed for the multiplane to a 50mm however I was just glad to even start. Once all setup and wires were in order My next issue was that I would have to animate upside down. I did this for the first two. As you can see they are off centre although I did try to mark out the corners this was still hard for me. Versus the last version which you can see I flipped this after in after effects. Certainly drawing the face is clearer, but it is to high up and not centred. I have to also be sure not to leave things on frame, I momentarily left a rubber on the first one within a shoot. Luckily I have managed to edit this out. I am really drawn to the express nature of charcoals in general and would hope to find a way I can Incorporate this.

When it comes to clay I did not have a lot to use. So I had to try to make the slab tile I rolled out thick enough for when I drew into this as you can see it wasn't to visible versus when I applied clay above. If I had ore clay I might have been able to do a larger slab and more able to do bigger, artwork for it's animations. At this time we managed to get a second light working so I had to rework the exposure and camera settings again. I think if I had spent a little more time working with this I might have got a better looking result. However, I personally got the feeling I would not be using clay since it did not give the same expressive freedom I had in charcoal. It was still a worthy try as I personally do love working in clay. It would just not meant to be.

When It comes to the oil which I barely touched and was only 0.5 of a second, it was an instant no. And I could not think of a way to get it to animate clearly. So what I did to save clean up was tape this clear film above the class. Now reflecting, since I used two planes instead of one the lower one was the back ground anyway. Instead of Making the top layer with too much white, I should have only done the black branch. My thinking was I need the white to add and take away. Upon this reflection I am learning from my mistakes and taking the time to reflect has certainly helped in this case.

Last but not least I just did some quick string-over-fabric animation. Initially, I was going to embryoid this. However, I could not see a way to do this unless I had something to stretch the fabric like a hoop or a frame I could secure and staple fabric to this. Unfortunately, I thought of this a little late as I do not have the funds for this. So instead I played with the string. and tried to see how much control I would have over this and how could I make it look like something. Well, I tried at first to see how tight I could hold the shape. Unfortunately, It could not do this very well. It could, however, look and move very fluidly like so the first one is meant to resemble water a bit, whereas the second one is meant to resemble a fish whose tail is reacting to the forces around this. Overall this is not bad and I may come back with a hoop or something to update and add later as a side project if I have time before Thursday so I can really get a feel.

[grillsadvisor]

Best 3-Burner Gas Grills [ Propane, Table Top & Combination Charcoal ]

If you're in the market for a 3-burner gas grill, you've come to the right place. In this article, we will recommend some of the best 3 burner grills on the market and provide useful tips on how to choose the right one for your needs. We'll also answer some common questions about three-burner grills so that you can make an informed purchase. So, whether you're looking for a basic grill or something more high-end, we've got you covered! Top-list barbecue three-burner gas grills Best affordable bbq 3-burner gas grills The best 3-burner gas grill on 2023 Weber Spirit II E-310 3-Burner Liquid Propane Grill FAQ What's going on? Today we're taking a look at the brand new Weber Spirit 2 outdoor grills that will make your backyard bbq dreams come true. If you're looking for the ultimate in outdoor cooking, then this is a grill that will not disappoint. With its cast-iron construction and porcelain-enameled finish, it's built to last - as well as being easy on your eyes with all those beautiful colors. The Weber's brand new Spirit is finally here! I can't wait to get my hands on it. This grill is built for the outdoors. I needed one bad, and here it comes with everything you need! You can even sing in this thing if that's your thing - listen up singers because there are two straps right on top where they'll be easy to reach when grilling away at some tunes while also keeping an eye out over open flames or hot coals...or whatever else people use them for anyway. Here is what you need to know about the grill. The first time that I had one, it was Bluetooth and they let me check my smartphone so we could make sure our meat wasn't too hot or cool according to how things were going in there. The grill three goes right into the eye, making it easy to install. You can use one unit for both of these and up to four grills. Webber Spirit II, the grill of all grills.  This plucky little smokebox is where it's at for those looking to make their mark in competitive settings! Today we're going over its specs and features so you know what makes this bad boy tick before throwing one onto your deck next time round - no matter if BBQing or not. The functionality and design of this product are amazing. Not only does it have a large capacity, but its simplicity makes using the device easy for anyone to use. You can take your pot or pan with you on camping trips without worrying about spills because all cooking surfaces are stored within one unit - no more juggling between bags when someone borrows theirs from home too early-or making sure everything's covered by bringing along an extra set just in case something happens before dinner time rolls around again. There are many reasons why I love my new Weber grill. For one, it has heavy-duty plastic instead of stainless steel so that means no more rusting. This grill has a stainless steel front panel that will not rust or get discolored from the elements. The top and sides are made of hard plastic, which protects against burns while still allowing you to easily move food around on your cooking surface. These grills are made to last, with a rugged design and painted bottom. Weber really wanted this thing outside so it could rust freely - not worry about keeping it's exterior looking good. The grill has two plastic wheels that you can use to scoot it around, but there's no handle or other way of holding onto what would otherwise be very delicate equipment. The front part is sleek and modern looking while also including some handy hangers for storing tools without worrying about them getting lost. Now over here in the back, this is where your vent gets its air from. And when you start getting that heat up and food cooking away it's gonna produce smoke rolling out under these vents before long so don't put them too close to anything made of wood or plaster because once again we want our smokes flowing freely without obstruction. The grill here goes up to 600 degrees Fahrenheit. I had it at around 550, just so that the metal would be seasoned and smoking hot when we were ready for our meal.  The grill comes with two different size rods for cooking your lamb. I like to use the smaller one which has an inch and half wide-cut because it makes sure that there's plenty of meat on each piece without anything getting overlooked or overcooked. When it comes to grilling, size matters. And what happens is they actually fall through every great that I've ever owned on any grill. Weber came out with two different sizes - here's a smaller grate for when you're trying not only to cook food but also to sear meat and veggies right up without over-exposing them too much under intense heat from above or next-door neighbors who may be enjoying their own meal at the same time as well. You can now flip your grill over and not have to worry about smaller pieces of food. If you're cooking larger, say chicken or burgers on the flat top, just turn it so that there's no need for concern when dealing with thicker cuts like these. Maybe you're doing vegetables, and they won't fall through. I just think it's really smart on behalf of the veggies to be placed onto a platter so as not to dirty any dishes.  They are so easy to clean after cooking on them. I just took a brush, and it came right off into food - happy accident! It's clever how they thought about this design flaw before manufacturing even began because who wants dirty dishes? Now you can cook a lot of different types of food in sizes that are perfect for your needs. You won't have to worry about eye strain or any other hardships when using this grill because there are three very high-efficiency burners over here. These grills have a very interesting design feature that prevents flames from jumping out and burning you when there is grease or other flammable material on top. You can see the little dotted holes up near where I'll show it to you in just one second, but this works because of all those cool air vents below which help displace heated flame upward before it reaches your hand. Here is your grease trap. Now I will say that this was one of the downsides with our grill, but don't worry because we're going to show you how it can be put in and taken out easily! Watch me take a look at mine now. The drip pan is where the water goes when it's cooked over an open flame. If you're cooking on low, then this will be your safety net; but if not - this aluminum foil helps catch any excess moisture so that what happens in the oven doesn't end up on our plate. The first issue I had with this product is that it didn't slide in very well and removing the grate from its slot on top can be kind of difficult. The grill is out of level. I had to adjust the tracks on this a little bit because it was too tight when assembled and wouldn't fit into place properly. The middle rack is where you'll find the trays that fit into your grill. They're made of metal and can be replaced if they become worn or damaged, but make sure to get an exact size; otherwise, there may not be enough space for food on all three shelves above it! You could try using aluminum foil instead though which would help keep things cool without sacrificing any heatproofing features. I was really happy about the igniter button on this gas grill. It's so easy to use and lights up very quickly with just one double a battery. I had no problems putting it together, either-it only requires you unscrewing these caps here (which are self-explanatory) in order for replacement batteries or new ones when yours die out -and then replacing them again without any hassle whatsoever. Let's turn up these burners and see what happens! So now it's time to turn up the burners and see just how hot these will get. And like I mentioned, what is really nice about them is that you can adjust this very easily but those guards will prevent any flames from shooting off over onto your wrist when they're at their highest setting which helps distribute heat evenly across all three cores inside of the pan itself making for a much more enjoyable experience overall even though there isn't quite as much variation between each individual flame due largely because one might be higher than another. This grill is so cool! I can't even see the flame. It just flares up every once in a while, but that's really all you know about it because there isn’t any light or anything else drawing your attention to what would otherwise be an obvious display of fire from its presence at least for me personally I think they did such good job on this product. Here is the side view. You can see that it's not able to flare up, which makes for a nice-looking grill and prevents any grease from spilling onto your countertop! The guard protects against this in case you happen upon an accident- its small size ensures efficiency too; these babies are super-efficient little grills despite being so tiny. All right, we're at 500 degrees and still going up. This heavy-duty plastic is great because you don't have to worry about your kids getting burned if they come over for dinner. And with stainless steel grills or metal ones that go all around it can also keep them from touching the side where hot stuff will be cooking so no harm done there either way. The things in this room are so cool. I'll say that if you're around 500-550 for about 15 minutes or more, yes - it will start to heat up but not enough reaction time to pull your hand away without getting hurt. The grill's side holes are where your meat probe will go. There is no need to worry about crushing the cords when using this device. The Coane Attachments allow you to monitor your propane use and ensure that there is enough for all guests at a party or barbecue. These attachments come with two indicators - one red, which means half of the tank remains; another green when everything has been consumed upfront A big worry while cookin' on gas grills like this one (the output tone should be professional) is sometimes we run out just as our guests arrive. This new technology keeps an eye on tabs by tellin’ us how much liquid remains in your tanks so no matter who comes over they'll know if their needs are going to stay happy without complaining about not having any food lit quick enough. So, all right. I'm going to show you how this grill actually works. I'll actually push down on this tank and lift it up. We have half a propane tank here, what I'm going to do is push down hard so you can see that my gauge says now it's full because of how heavy they are sometimes when we go camping or something like that but if I were tryna fill 'em up again that's not necessary since once our grill's ready with some food cooking in there then all bets would be off as far as needing more gas goes.  The grill is a little tricky to adjust at first, but once you get the hang of it and know which way feels heavier that's what will stay. And it's gonna show me that the tank is fuller. Very simple to understand, very simple to read. The grill comes with two thermometers, which will ensure that you always know how hot your food is on the inside.  The Eye Grill 3 is a must-have for anyone who wants to cook like pro chefs. The grill comes with an extra-wide cooking surface and large raised bosses that allow you to see what's happening inside the smoker from any angle - perfect if there are multiple people around. Now you can see, I have two thermometers in there.  It takes up to four - if downloading an app is too many bells and whistles for your taste then just use one! The thing about these though? You don't need any extra equipment or know-how because everything comes built into the device itself with its own handy instructions manual on how best to manage what's going down at home cooks' corner today: meat cooking alarmingly fast while still being undercooked enough so as not risk getting sick from eating something 550 degrees.  The grill is perfect for cooking without charcoal or wood. It has a built-in side smoker, making it easier to cook food with just electricity and not fuss about getting materials like firewood from outside your home! This durable metal body will last even if you use this every day all year long - no need to worry about rusting either because of how well made everything seems on these grills (and they're tested in high humidity areas). Nothing can be worse than a girl with dirty hands, who has to worry about rusting out her utensil. That's why I always make sure my stainless steel is well protected by putting paint on both sides of each handle before using it. The indirect cooking method is a great way to cook your meal. It's amazing how they can create such high temperatures in such little space with all those burners, and it seals perfectly thanks to the heavy-duty plastic around these parts. The grill's propane tank indicator light is a huge plus for me. The way it tells me how much fuel I have left in the system, and with all those safety features like an automatic lid holder when closed or open position respectively - I can't wait until my next camping trip. One of the biggest letdowns about this grill was how poorly designed its drip pan is. I can't believe they didn’t put a metal piece in there instead, because now if you have to replace it then that will be an issue too.  The installation process also took me quite some time with all these tiny little crevices needing extra attention while trying not to drop anything into them or get scratches along every side where paint may crackle due to high temperatures inside once cooked food reaches its optimum doneness level using only wood pellets as fuel. When I built the grill, it took me over three hours There are so many pieces and bolts that come together with this project; not everyone would think they could do it in such a short period of time but trust me - if you follow your instructions carefully then all will go according to plan. The height is perfect for me! I'm used to cooking at a lower level and this makes it easier not only on my back but also in terms of bending down. With other stoves, you need quite an incline because the pots are usually deeper or wider - which means that when we're using them our knees end up touching some surface below us. With all that being said, I really do love this grill. It's simple and easy to use - there are just two downsides. The grill is great but there are some things that could be improved. The drip pan isn't very durable and the price would have been much higher without this extra accessory, which makes it more expensive in total than other grills on the market today with similar features.   The best large-area three-budget gas grill The Char-Griller E3001 Grillin' Pro FAQ The best gas and charcoal grill combo (3 burners) The best classic 3 propane gas grill   American Gourmet 463773717 Char-Broil Classic 360 3-Burner Liquid Propane Gas Grill FAQ The best Char-Broil three burner gas grill   Char-Broil Performance TRU-Infrared Stainless Steel 3-Burner FAQ This Char-Broil Performance TRU Infrared Stainless Steel 3 Burner is a commercial-grade grill that's made from quality materials. It features an all-black exterior and high-strength stainless steel construction, so it can withstand whatever life throws your way. So, let's take a look at it! When you're looking for a grill that can cook anything, this one has it all The burners are high-quality and easy to use so your food will be perfectly cooked every time. This grill is worth every penny. We see that this grill has a Thermo on the outside. The body of this grill is stainless steel with some black painted areas. It's 51 inches wide, but the label says you should use a 65-inch cover to ensure proper protection for your investment. Maybe I'll try a 62-inch grill cover and see how that works. Besides stainless steel, the grill seems to be painted with temperature-resistant paint. This means that you can use this tool in any weather and not worry about rusting. The burn on the side is a pretty significant one, so I wouldn't be surprised if we never use it. The three burners are an efficient way to cook up any meal you want. And down below, there's the gas tank with a little gauge that shows how much fuel remains in it. Let’s take a look at these cuts now. The best way to cook a great scene is by using an iron that has had its surface coated in some sort of high-temperature coating. I don't know if it's really porcelain ceramic or just a high-temperature type paint. The paint doesn't seem to be a high-temperature type, because it has some texture. Maybe this is porcelain or ceramic coating underneath the grape.  An infrared grill is a great option for those who want their food cooked evenly and without fuel usage. The heat comes through these little pores here and allows the meat or whatever you're trying grilling to get cooked evenly with less fuel consumption. The top rack is a huge part of your grill It's where you'll find all those cookware and pans that make the food on our plates so delicious. This particular model has been designed with high-temperature paint, making it very smooth to touch as well as shiny - just like what we would expect from something going away at an even higher level than before. Taking a look at the guts of this thing, these flame shields actually seem like they're made out of stainless steel. It feels pretty heavy and has that signature shine you expect from high-quality items in your grill! The stainless steel grates on this grill are nice to look at, but they're not as practical or easy to clean compared with a Weber. However, the Dub burns that anchor them in place were made of high-quality material - so you can enjoy your meal without worrying about whether the food will stick. The last commercial grill we had Deb burns were in stainless steel. They rusted out relatively quickly because of the high-temperature coating, which is what led to their failure. Hopefully, these will last a little bit longer. You can see at the bottom of this firebox there's a small area that is designed specifically for dripping The food or juice from whatever you're cooking will run down into it before being collected in one place to prevent any messes on your stovetop.  It looks nice and clean. This high-temperature coat is designed to last a long time and we expect it will be able to withstand temperatures up to around 330 degrees Fahrenheit. The previous one that was installed on this steel construction had lasted 8-9 years, meaning the new one should also have about 7 or 8 more before wearing out too. So we're going to take a look at this side now. I don't know if you could see it very well, but underneath there's some sort of drip pan and you can see that it has been removed. So we can clean up all the drippings from cooking without any trouble. Here, let me show you how easy it is to get this back in. Looks like your gas gauge works just fine. It's a little bit used, but it still goes up to about half full when you put in enough fuel to fill the tank and even though this one is new too. So I purchase this straw bro, 62-inch grill to have outside the outdoors. Let's check it outю Open up and see how well our new cover fits over its body before we put anything on top of that. The cover fits over the grill pretty nicely, even though it's a little bit too big. The grills are 51 inches and this 62-inch model can fit on there without any problems at all. There is some Velcro around one side that makes sure things stay tight while using for years to come - so you won't have much trouble with your old bbq being out of commission when summer finally comes again. Well, today I had a special treat for you. My initial look at the Char-Broil Performance TRU Infrared Stainless Steel 3 Burner Grill. The Char-Broil commercial series grill is a great investment for any business. Read the full article

[courtney-ganhador]

He nodded his acceptance of her terms. She was right. This was not a game of "ifs" and "maybes." It was a fight of "whens" and "sos". It was no longer a conversation about the what ifs, but rather one of the will dos. He was coming out alive.

He sucked in a tight breath and nodded. "I do, actually," he said, hating the answer. "The brigade trains us with axes. For cutting into homes, or through burning wood. I've got a good swing." The idea of using the tool he had saved lives with to end them instead turned his stomach, but it was needed.

"And I figure the technique carries over to whatever you want. Bats, clubs. I'm good at swingin' stuff."

Greer did believe him as much as she could allow herself to. She hated that she liked Courtney, respected him. Any other year and it would've been excited by a promising tribute, but for once she almost wished for a tribute that she could write off from the start. It would've been so much simpler on a team where Courtney could be delegated to someone else, so that he could have someone truly rooting for him like he deserved. But that was the thing about districts like theirs. "Good, then from here on out it's not a question." She'd said her piece about it, and he seemed confident enough not to have to harp on it.

"You got any ideas about a weapon you'll want? Anythin' you're used to usin' from home?"

[ihaveafandom-problem554]

Hey, could I request a upper three x milf reader. Like she's rui's human møther replacement, but she genuinely cares for her family. Shw calls oni her little 'koibito', or her sweetheart, and spoils all of her 'children' when she goes down to the village with sweet treats to make and little toys?

I read this so many times with the biggest smile on my face.

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Older Spider Brother = Ani (It was the name I found on the Wiki)

Older Spider Sister = Ane ( Her name was actually Ane not Oni, I might go back to naming her Oni though-), Koibito (Sweetheart)

Ok lets just say Ani can switch from his spider form to a human-looking form

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You exited the small market filled with your koibito's favorite pastries and sweets as you entered another market, this time filled with Ani's favorite snacks.

This continued until you had everyone's favorite snack or play thing.

Straight to the woods you went after finishing buying everyone’s desires. You lived near the Mountain where it was rumored to have demons.

Anyone who walked in never came back out.

Who ever did later died days later, their last words being

"I was disturbing their perfect family"

You only smiled at the thought of it happening to you. Your smile getting bigger at the words 'perfect family'.

You stopped walking once you reached a hot spring with clean spider themed kimono sitting next to it. You placed the treat filled bags under a tree as you took off your current kimono. Now undressed, you took a short bath in the hot spring to wash off all the wisteria from your body.

Once finished, you put on your spider kimono and grabbed the bags and proceed to walk towards your house.

And Once you open the door, the first thing you heard was-

“WOULD YOU STOP EATING MY SNACKS YOU FREAK!” Your spider daughter yelled at her older spider brother. Ani’s only response was to spit his poison at her and laugh. Thank goodness Ane missed just barely.

“WHAT THE HELL YOU PRICK!? THIS ISN’T FUNNY” Ane yelled. “Ani, What have I said about using your poison in the house? And apologize to your sister” You say as you walked inside.

Ani scoffed, “Why should I? She called me a freak-OW” he screamed as he turn into his more human like form to touch is head that just got backhand slapped. 

“OW! What was that for!?”

“Apologize to your sister, like your dear mother had ask.” your husband, Akaza, demanded as he held a sleeping Rui. Ani held the back of his head once more before reluctantly turning over to his sister, who now wore a smug smirk across her face. 

“Hmph, even though your very poor when it comes to apologizing. I guess I’ll take it.” Ane taunted. “Ok now your asking for more poison-”

“Keep the poison to yourself, or else you don’t get to see what’s in the bag” You threaten holding up the multiple bags you had in your hands. The two spider siblings quickly rushed over to you to see what was in the bag.

Treats, toys, tools (You don’t understand why they want those) Different teas and baked goods.

When the spider siblings walked away with their new belongings, you went over to your husband and youngest child. The second you sat down next to them, you got forced right back up.

“Akaza, I’m fine!” You playfully complained. “Nope, Stay still”

You giggled at Akaza being concerned for you. He checked you up and down to see if you had any bruises, cuts, burns, scratches, rashes, literally anything that doesn’t belong on your body.

As he looked around your body, you started to pose for him. “Can you stop posing, I can’t find any-”

“I’m putting on a show! you should be grateful!”

“Eh- Pose once more I need a camera!”

“Ani...broke the...last one with his poison..” A sleepy Rui said snuggling deeper into Akaza’s hold. “Hi Rui! how was your day?” You say taking him from Akaza. “Father backhand slapped Ani 13 times today”

“Why did you count?”

“AKAZA!”

“WHAT!? He can take it!”

“We spoke about this!”

“He’s a lower rank 2 in the making, he has potential!”

...

Both You and Rui gave Akaza a disappointed look.

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No this is not ending yet. I just lost the courage to continue writing this so here are some headcanons..

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Affection towards Older spider brother, Ani

Someone put a warning anytime this guy shows up like damn

- .....

- See, it's hard enough to even strike a conversation with him

- He favors Akaza more than you

- And he has no shame saying it out loud

- But-but even though he can be an ass, he has a weak spot for the snacks you buy him and when you cup his face

- He can't take physical affection well

- He's the only one who doesn't know what to do when you hug him, so he just stands there

- He loves the snacks you get him

- very different from human meat

- He doesn't like the toys you get him so he gives it to Rui

- But if you get Ane toys he takes hers and claims that her toys are better

- Do you take care of his spider underlings?

- No

- Akaza's really aggressive with him

- In his eyes, Ani is a lower moon in the making

- So, the second you leave the house

- Akaza enters the house to train him

- Ani loves Akaza more than you because Akaza allows him to spit his acid/poison around the house

- Yes you come home to holes in the walls

- Your little koibito

- Such an angel

- She favors you more than Akaza

- Loves literally anything you do

- Vows to become just like you

- You love to hug her the second you get the chance

- And she always accepts them

- She always by your side

- Loves to be held by you on bad days

- You both love to snuggle with each other

- Akaza loves to take pictures of you two when the both of you fall asleep

- Akaza doesn’t know what to with ‘little women’ so he spoils her with treats before bed (Which you forbid)

- For some strange reason, he’s an expert on hair, so he does Ane’s hair all the time

- If she wanted something you already said no to, she’s going straight to Akaza to ask the same question because she knows he’ll say yes

- Akaza also loves to carry her on his back

- But of course, this won’t be Akaza if he didn’t think she’ll be a perfect lower moon in the making

- So yes, she has to train too

- “Hug me”

- “Hold me”

- “I want affection”

- “Mother, carry me”

- “Father, Mother is choosing Ane over me... She claims she no longer loves me-”

- He’s adorable

- and clingy

- VERY clingy

- Needs to be held at least 9 times a day or else all hell is set free

- Doesn’t have a favorite

- But if he had to choose it would be you

- But then it’ll be Akaza

- He can’t decide

- He loves it when you sit down with him

- Mainly because he sees it as an opportunity to climb on you to cuddle

- “Jesus, Akaza can you stop trying to train the kids into being lower moons?”

- “I’m not just training them to be lower moons...Rui would make a great upper moon! He has-”

- “Potential? Yeah Akaza baby, no, that’s not happening”

- Once you leave, its training time

- He’s very aggressive when it comes to training Rui

- He personally thinks that Muzan mis-ranked the moons, he believes Rui should be lower moon 2 at least

- Akaza just wants his kids to be upper moons like him

- But they do have their cuddle moments

- Doesn’t understand why you bought him plushies

- But Once you offered to take it back and get him treats instead, he didn’t want to give it back

- ....

“Before you go out into the village, put wisteria all over your body to rid off any demons. I saw a hot spring not too far from here. Wash off the wisteria before you come in here”

“Ok Akaza”

“Always take the route Rui showed you. No shortcuts”

“Ok Akaza”

“Do not get injured on the way here. We might have to train harder if-”

“Akaza..Please shut up”

- You love him, but he’s very protective

- Sometimes he won’t let you leave the house

*Insert Protective Hugs* 

- You also have to train with the family, so Akaza doesn’t have to worry about you defending yourself

“NO! Baby look. The second the guy looks at you, you must give him a uppercut and break his nose. Then you tell him, if you ever look at me again.. I’ll get my stronger than Kokushibou sexy ass husband to beat your ass.”

“......I’m not doing that.”

“....Could you at least say it?”

- You have to start cuddle sessions because he sees it as a sign of weakness (he loves them though)

- He also loves the snacks you get him

- He loves Training  taking care of the kids

- He does the dad thing where he puts the all the kids on his back and does push up!

- Douma teases him for having a lower moon family

- Douma loves to come over To eat you

- Don’t worry Akaza deals with him

- Ngl Kokushibou also comes over

- Ani’s first reaction to him was-

“This motherfucker got 6 fucking eyes... Allergy season must be a pain in the ass-”

“ANI! Don’t say that to guests!”

- Kokushibou likes Ani for an odd reason

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I think I went off topic-

[painsandconfusion]

Whump Prompts: Sand

Whelp. You asked for it.

Whumper buries Whumpee in sand at the beach. At first it doesn't seem so bad, but Whumpee soon realizes they cant move. They cant even wiggle their toes. The weight of the sand packs in around them, stealing away their breaths and holding them tight. "W-whumper please - this isn't fun anymore." "What do you mean? This is tons of fun.

Whumpee forced to walk through the desert. The blistering sand burns against their bare feet, but they are drug on anyway. Unable to pull. To fight. To stop. even if they try, the sand slides under them, letting them be drug easily by their captor. (@whumpawink Tielo vibessss)

Whumpee is frantically scrambling away. Whumper knocks them to the ground, and they clutch and random fistfuls of sand, chucking them over their shoulder. Whumper cried out and lets go as it litters into their eyes.

Whumper tries to make Whumpee as uncomfortable as possible to keep them on edge at all times. One of their more subtle methods is filling Whumpee's clothes (especially socks) with sand. (This one courtesy of @wormwriting - you may have meant it as a joke but I love it lol).

Whumper gets a standard sander. They hold it to Whumpee's thigh. "This can stop anytime. You know what I want to hear." They turn the device on. It hardly takes a few seconds for the skin to rub away. Then the blood starts to mist off the edges of the vibrating tool. Whumper only presses in harder as Whumpee screams.

Whumpee claws at the sand, desperately digging in the desert to escape the burning sun. The sand wedges under their fingernails, cutting and searing, but they keep going. Clawing down down down in their delirium until they find cool dirt. They get in the hole. And start to fill it up over them.

Whumpee who has to sprint barefoot across the sand in their escape. It shouldn't be painful - sand is so soft and smooth - but it burs. Tiny fragments of glass slicing into their skin. Rubbing the tender soles raw as they force themself to keep running, desperately trying to ignore the numb burning.

Whumpee using their finger or a jagged stick to write their name in the sand. A name they no longer own. One they cannot speak. They stare at the letters, praying it will feel familiar again. Like them again. Whumper's footsteps approach, and Whumpee quickly smooths over the word before Whumper sees it.

Whumper forces Whumpee to eat sand as a punishment. Whumpee writhes and tries to claw away as Whumper wrenches their jaw open, scooping fist-fulls into their mouth. It sucks away the moisture, sticking to their throat. They can't swallow it. Their mouth won't work. Instead they inhale, choking on the razor sharp particles that cut against the insides of their lungs. Whumper lets them fall back, sputtering, coughing, gagging on the sensation.

The way the sand pulls Whumpee's steps back. The faster they run, the harder it is to move. The surface is too soft. They can't kick against it to run. They sprint and sprint, sand flying up behind them, yet they hardly move.

Quicksand. Whumpee holding as still as they can as they slowly sink. Whumper stands nearby. "Looks like you got yourself into a predicament. Is this really better than me?" "Help me!" Whumper laughs. "Do you think I'm going to save you after the shit you pulled? You're going to have to at least beg a little."

Whumper puts Whumpee in a box. Lower the box into a hole. Whumpee doesn't know what's happening. They're kicking and screaming and clawing at the wood paneling. They finally put two and two together as sand starts to pour onto the box. It seeps in through the slits in the wood planks. They inhale it, couching and sputtering. They scream, begging Whumper not to do this. Whumper just keeps shoveling, burying them alive.

Whumper rubs a mixture of sand and water over Whumpee's skin. It's not bad at first....but they don't stop. They keep rubbing and rubbing and rubbing. First it stings. Then it numbs. Then it burns. Whumper doesn't stop when Whumpee starts bleeding. Whumpee writhes against their restraints, begging Whumper to stop, but they ignore it.

Desperate, exhausted Whumpee trying to pick the sand out of their hair. They scratch and scrape, but the itching doesn't fade. They grit their teeth, trying harder. Squeezing their clearly eyes shut as they scratch and pick. when they open their eyes, their fingertips are bloodied. It still itches.

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(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @jadeocean46910 @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg @lav-whumps @wormwriting @meowsikbox @villainsvictim )