#it's really specific. and really vibe-based. and it's like being in the middle of a field and not being able to explain what is so wrong ab

[theoccultz]

How does your lover see's you ?

Inspired by love hangover ❤️‍🔥

Intuition based reading

Not gender specific , anyone can read this

This is for anyone who's manifesting/ manifested a person , you can also see this as how they would perceive you (:

Timeless reading

Pics and headers not mine credits to their rightful original owners

Pile A. Pile B . Pile C .

Pile l .

....Oh I need no cure , I have got the sweetest hangover 💋

They see you as very playful , you give off a gemini venus vibe , very innocent, unpredictable and childlike , everybody loves to be around you , you might be a very quiet person but in their presence you just feel very comfortable to be yourself, you may tell them random facts and they love to hear about it lol , you are very random & unpredictable in their eyes , it's like if this person calls you in the middle of the night you would not be in your usual spot 😭what I meant to say is instead of being in a bed you would be sketching, sewing or on a beach taking a walk ... your energy is very uplifting for them , you are one of those people whose absence is felt , I'm getting you are very optimistic ...you don't stress about little stuffs , if your friend is crying you will cheer em up , they don't see you as very demanding, they see you as very fulfilled and comfortable within your own energy , they think your self esteem is much better than half of the people on earth , they also love your dressing sense they think you look comfortable in whatever you wear ...you make everything look extra expensive and beautiful .

They think you are a person with a lot of different interests , you are that person who will participate in a singing competition even if you don't sing like idk taylor swift you just want the experience you want to try , they think people love you or get attracted to you easily or you make friends easily even if you don't feel like it , this person feels very lucky to have you in their life they think sometimes they can't show you the love you deserve, they also love your body specially your chest area , they think you sacrifice a lot for the people you love , they see you as family oriented, yeah this person is glad that you are very different from them (: they appreciate it a lot .

Extra : glasses , scuba diving, beaches , pets , car , foreign , cinema , astrology, graphic designer, history lover , marvels .

Chanelled song :

Thank you for reading 🦋

Pile ll .

💋I don't really mind when you play me , wanna switch it up & go crazy ...

Your energy is so intense and infectious, I wanted to move on to your reading anyways don't tell pile 1 , your person is very happy they feel like they have manifested you , your person is very possessive over you they get jealous very easily but they don't show it , aww this person is in pain lmao anyways back to you ..

They feel like you are a very empathetic person , they think you have a lot of patience in dealing with things n people, they think you have dealt with invasive people with a lot of integrity and grace , yeah they see you as very proper and graceful idc if you are a messy eater they still find you very pretty , they love your height difference , you guys may be the unexpected couple like you guys may look different they may look like an anime lover boy/girl and you may look like idk a fairytale lover/boy so there's this difference they adore , they think you guys are very compatible you guys have been through ups and downs in this relationship, they respect you a lot , they think you can handle them for some reason they also feel very regretful umm idk what happened or why they feel that way you would know better , yeah this person is very thirsty for your love pls don't mind me guys it's not me I'm chanelling 🙂‍↕️✋🏽This person has this energy of worshipping you they feel on top of the world , they feel very happy that you are their person , you guys may have different astrological placements that creates ruckus sometimes but it's still a very passionate connection n chemistry that you guys share , hmm other people can really feel their love intensity towards you and it kinds of concerns them like why is this person so possesive? So annoying...but yeah this person is just intense when they are in love they may act out of character. This person also feels very much on edge like uhh where are they ? Have they arrived safely blah blah n stuff , it might irritate you at times as well .

Instead of how this person see's you I picked up a lot on how you make them feel , they are feeling a lot pile two🙃 (: you are their number one person for sure they prioritise you like crazy , this person keeps an eye on you for sure , they need to be updated about your life , how your day went , do you like white sugar or brown sugar in your latte etc ... You are kind of lucky pile 2 this person will go above n beyond for you , they are not disgusted by anything related to you like they are not ashamed about anything related to you , idc if you're insecure I don't see it so you shouldn't care ahh so cheesy ...*it's not me guys trust me my cap stellium is screaming* Do you guys look similar in some way I'm seeing that couple who look alike after sometime lol like morph effect or Smth + this person throat chakra needs some healing or maybe you are sick , so how do you manifest such a cute person drop your tips guys we are jealous 🙂‍↔️🫴🏽

Extra : Paintings , red horse , pikachu , table /coffee /books , indoor dates , plants , corset , broken watch ,brown mirror, tarot , religious ,spanish , late night show , insta login , butter .

Chanelled song :

Thanks for reading 🦋

Pile lll.

💋And every time I do , I wake up with this love hangover....

Ahh my high vibrational people, nobody can get under your skin you will step on their throat if they involve you in any stupid drama , this person is extremelyyy attracted to your fire , they haven't seen or met anyone like you , they really love your independence, are you a law student? anyways they think of you as someone who's intelligent as fuck , they feel like they won't be able to move on from you if they loose you like you guys have so many options , you can get anyone blah blah blah ....You guys are very attractive and you know it *yassss * like you can put them in their place and they would love it , you would step on them and they would thank you lmao 😭✋🏽if you feel like you are too much , you have too much opinion , you dress up too much dw they love it infact they like that about you , they love a person with OPINIONS they love how you are not submissive but understanding they love your raw nature helppp * it's not me guys I'm chanelling* first of all this person thinks you have that jaw dropping sexual appeal like they don't mind being on their knees for you ,they can't tame you infact nobody can and they love that , you guys are very secure & confident like nahh ahh you are not that person who will stick with stupid fucks they are your past not your present ahh who is this divaaa *sorry guys * I love your energy like your energy speaks for itself, you guys have this moon energy you have this mystery that intrigues others , you are so giving but you are not stupid either you have that perfect balance , you guys are always changing always transforming yourself into a better version ,your lover see's you as very inspirational and addictive.

You guys don't need extra confirmation messages this is your pile for sure .

*That was a dramatic full stop btw ....guess what a fire cracker went off outside of my apartment lmao they love this high energy , they can't attain this with dr!!gss at all Also if you guys are not college student that's fine they feel like a teenager with butterflies in their stomach anywaysss *

I have never channeled like this pile 3 don't judge me , if you send them selfies throughout the day randomly they kick their feet under the desk yess I exposed them or you should why won't you ??? They want it lol

My heart was beating extra full speed while channeling your message guys they're nervous lol

Chanelled song :

Thanks for reading 🦋

[tanadrin]

I really want to know what SVU implies about Americans. It’s a show that probably does imply quite a bit about my psyche, but I’m too close to the specifics to get it. Sort of a fish don’t have a word for water scenario

uhhh i mean it's sort of the ur-liberal (derogatory) show, isn't it? it's a show that takes lurid sex crimes from the headlines and fictionalizes them to create a world where there is constant predatory threat from the Other of various stripes, in a way that's even more heightened than original-flavor L&O. it's kind of a true crime vibe before true crime really took off. and yet it abjures its own reactionary nature: sure, the cops are valiant defenders of innocence and purity of children/women/the middle class, and when they rough up a suspect it's only because he had it coming, but they're gonna occasionally take pains to make sure you know they're cool with gay people or whatever, you know, those nice normal gay folks.

and of course take all this with a grain of salt bc this is a random slice from the middle-early years of a show with a 25-year (!) run, it's not a comprehensive study by any means. and sometimes it really is just going for the maximum gonzo factor, like doing an episode pretty closely based on the case of David Reimer, which doesn't seem to have any deeper themes beyond "holy shit that was fucked up, wasn't it?" and is kind of an interesting text to pair alongside the House episode with the intersex kid in that it's lowkey TV by and for cis people acknowledging that hey maybe cis people need to chill the fuck out about gender roles and gender expectations. but it's also not. y'know. sophisticated. or sensitive. in its exploration of these themes. there's an inescapable element of circus-sideshow-prurience to the whole thing.

it's worth comparing, I think, to the original CSI, another long-running cop show that occasionally featured lurid sexual crimes and also tried to be progressive in its naughties milquetoast liberal way but also couldn't help but gawking in a pretty unsympathetic way at trans and intersex people (and people with unusual physical characteristics in general, sometimes). what, exactly, that comparison says is an exercise for the viewer who likes trashy cop shows as much as i do, but there's so much there. beyond gender and sexuality, too. race. class. organized crime. immigration. jesus christ why did they make ming na-wen put on that accent.

but shows like SVU are one of the reasons why even though crime is at historic lows in the US you cannot convince people that the world is incredibly safe, much safer than it was in the 90s, 80s, and 70s. the culture has absorbed that there is not only a constant all-pervading sense of sexual Threat but that people who are incredibly reactive to that threat, and who respond with violence and anger and paranoia like the cops on the show do, are on the side of righteousness. and it's a phenomenally popular long-running show that will exist for as long as its star wants it to. we love being told to be afraid!

[sich-sehnen]

Eternally Bound Part Two

Synopsis- König, God of the sea and its creatures, isn't known for his even-tempered personality. Swift to anger with a blood thirst to match, he had made a reputation for himself. So why does he look like a lost puppy begging for scraps of attention?

Category- Still have no idea what the fuck the category is for this. I might categorize this after it's all written.

Warnings- Kind of based on Eros and Psyche's story if you squint really fucking hard, captor/captive situation, not really any warnings for this one but I am writing as I go so whatever I have planned for this might end up differently by the time I get to it.

Notes- Hello welcome to part two! I'm low-key obsessed with Greek mythology and its overall vibe, and I love how all the stories of love are just gods whipped for their women. So this is how Eternally Bound will play out; with our big boy wrapped around our fingers. There is a specific way I imagine 'human' König (here) in this story but overall he will be a massive, thousand-foot-tall being that reigns over the ocean and its creatures. I am using DeepL Translate for a more (hopefully) authentic translation than Google Translate.

Wordcount- 2,541

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You wake up in a strange place. The last thing you remember is the dark unforgiving cold of the ocean, pulling you down into the depths of its maw until the reaper plucks your soul from the mortal realm.

Memories flash before your eyes, your mind throbbing with a piercing pain. Brief images of glowing, white eyes. Steady, strong hands.

Curling, writhing, gripping.

Burning, pressure.

Relief.

Nothing.

The bright light of the sun sparkled above you, its shining rays only obscured by the crumbling stone overhead. Something dripped, its constant echo reverberating throughout the seemingly forgotten temple.

You were lying on something soft, your legs tangled in something silky. It took a moment for you to gain your bearings, to realize you weren't dead.

Pulling yourself into a seated position was hard, your aching bones still etched with the remnants of the frigid water. You were on a large bed, pearly white, silk sheets wrapped around your naked body. Large bedposts rose high and dark, whispy fabric draped from one corner to the next creating a sheer barrier between you and the crumbling temple around you.

It seemed odd, the contrast of the beautiful bed and fabrics so different from the mossy, cracked structure you resided in. The only thing more beautiful than the bed was the pool that lay in the middle of the large room. Its water was crystal clear, small ripples caressing the edge of the pool's confines.

You gently swing your legs over the mattress, your bare feet meeting the cold floor. You almost want to crawl back into bed, to succumb to the sleep your body was begging you for. But your curiosity had always been your downfall.

Wrapping the silk sheets around your body, you slowly walk to the water's edge. It looked deep, from what you could see, the water growing darker the further down it went.

You couldn't see a bottom.

You look around, noting the absence of a door or hallway on the four walls surrounding you. Just the expanse of intricate stonework, pillars, and arches. It was exquisite architecture, in all honestly, if it hadn't looked like it was one wayward bump from falling to pieces.

There wasn't a way out, to your dismay. Only up through the open roof, or down into the depths of the pool.

You were looking at the water once again, entranced by the glittering ripples and many little fish that swam close to the surface. Reaching a hand in, you intend to play with the guppies but the moment your finger breaches the waterline the temple rumbles.

Glowing white eyes, the ones still haunting your memory, open far below the surface. The water was pitch black, obscuring anything but those eyes. You were pinned the moment you met them.

They begin to grow closer and you scramble back, your palms scrapping against the rough stone in an attempt to scurry faster. You couldn't see the depths anymore, only the silvery line of the surface.

Your back hits a pillar and yet you're unable to take your eyes off of the pool in the center of the room.

Suddenly, something breaches the surface. It was dark and clothlike, the object rising to reveal crudely cut eyeholes, a bare chest, a soft stomach, and long powerful legs.

The man stepped out of the pool, water droplets dripping off of him as he stepped forward.

"Keine Angst, Kleines, du bist sicher." (Fear not, little one, you are safe.")

You stare blankly at him, his words foreign to your ears. Your heart was thumping against your ribcage, its erratic pace threatening to burst through your chest.

"Wha- I."

The man tilts his head, the dark fabric covering his face shifting with the action. He looked every bit as regal as he does menacing, with gold-trimmed cloth covering his modesty. It was such a stark comparison to his tattered, stained mask.

He stepped forward and your instincts finally kicked in.

Shooting up to your feet, you book it as far as possible. Which wasn't very far despite the vastness of the room. You couldn't help the pathetic cry of frustration that ripped its way out of your throat.

Yet again you managed to become a prisoner with nowhere to escape as your captor closes in on you.

"Stay away!"

You bark, trying with all your might to sound intimidating. You fail, the quiver to your voice betraying you. In your futile attempt at an escape, you trip over the silks wrapped around your body. The yards of fabric weighed you down, yet you refused to drop them, refused to expose yourself.

He stepped forward once again, his blue eyes capturing you. He looked almost worried, his form slightly crouched and his palms presented to you as if you were a wounded animal.

"Bitte, ich will dir nichts Böses." (Please, I mean you no harm.)

You clutch the silk at your chest, pulling it tighter around your body as you feel along the floor, not wanting to take your eyes off of him.

"I do not understand."

You search for something jagged, the pile of debris at your fingertips offering you only a pointy rock. You hold it up as he stalks forward.

"I-"

He clears his throat.

Then he steps closer, his long legs carrying him to you faster than you would have liked. He kneels before you and grasps your shaking hand in his. The rock is plucked from your fingers and gently placed on the ground.

He doesn't let go of your hand.

"I do not mean harm."

His voice was thick with an accent when he spoke your language, his tongue stumbling over the words as if he hadn't spoken them in such a long time.

"Stay away from me."

Your words were steady now that you had an understanding, but the debilitating panic still swarmed all around you. You watch as he stands to his full height and looks down on you, his eyes still kind and gentle.

He sighs, his chest heaving with the action, and steps back. It felt like you could breathe a little more, and think a little more with the couple feet of distance between the two of you.

There was a beat of silence where he just stared at you, those swirling pools of blue never once leaving your cowering form. He turns his back on you after a while, your trance broken as you watch him go to the water.

He steps in, walking deeper until you can't see him anymore. You wait three minutes. For what you do not know.

For him to resurface?

For bubbles to rise instead, his lifeless body sinking to the bottom?

You scramble to the water's edge, eyes scanning the depths to ensure he is truly gone. You didn't care whether he was dead or not. So why are those sad blue eyes haunting you?

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You don't know when you crawled back into that bed, you only knew that when you woke up, you were surrounded by fluffy pillows and thick blankets.

The lingering chill of the morning had you burrowing into the nest that had been formed around you, your mind not catching up to the present as you chased a quickly fading dream of warm hands and soft eyes.

You toss and turn, the room quickly becoming too hot for the duvet on top of you. When you toss them off your body, your sleep-addled mind and body waking up, you notice three things.

There was now a table at the bedside.

A bowl of fruit, a pitcher of crisp water, and a set of clothes rest on the rich brown wood of said table.

And the room looked different.

Instead of the deterioration that you awoke to yesterday, the temple floor was free of wreckage. No longer were there large boulders and piles of jagged rock at your feet. You could see, now that it was clean, that the floor was a beautiful, shiny marble. Now that it wasn't covered in the dust the crumbling debris caused, you could fully see the glory that was the temple.

Notes of pearl swirled along with the midnight black of the marble floor. The stonework, although still falling apart at the seams, lacked the moss and algae that muddled the gorgeous pattern etched into its surface.

It looked as if it had come alive, like you should expect a Priest or Priestess to saunter in covered head to toe in deep blue robes. Yet, despite all the change, there still wasn't a door leading out. Instead of a prison, you were now trapped inside a gilded cage.

Hesitantly, you toss the sheets off of your body and grab the soft clothing off the table. The gauzy fabric was smooth against your fingertips. White, pearlescent ruffles make up the entirety of the garment with a long, opaque, muted blue slip for modesty.

It was as extravagant as the temple around you and as it slid over your body you felt as if you belonged. Like you were made to spend your days among the worshipers of whomever this temple was dedicated.

The only thing that was keeping you from truly appreciating the beauty that surrounded you was the man who plagued your dreams. Surely he was the one to bring you food and clothes? Was he the one who cleaned? How was he able to come and go when there wasn't a door or hallway?

You couldn't imagine one person, no matter how strong they looked, picking up the massive boulders and disposing of them. Where would have have disposed of them anyway?

You chalk everything up to a trick of the mind. At first, you were focused on the water, then the man, and then everything was a blur after that. Maybe you imagined the decay that tormented the beauty of the room.

A sudden, piercing growl emitted from your stomach and you were torn away from your wondering thoughts. When was the last time you ate?

How long have you been in this place?

When you reach for the bowl of fruit, you realize just how hungry you are. Even if the delicious mango, banana, strawberries, and melon stopped the churning of your stomach and quenched your thirst, you needed something more susceptible than fruit. But it was all you had. So you eat, sticky juice coating your face and hands as you devour fruit after fruit.

The pitcher of water was a welcome reprieve from the thickness that had coated your mouth during your time on the ship. The freshness of the liquid, devoid of the salt of the sea, almost made you groan with relief.

Satisfied and clothed, you lean back on the bed.

The soft light shining above warmed you, its rays bathing your skin in comfort and relaxation. Yet, no matter how comfortable you were nestled in the fine fabrics, you couldn't shake the man from your mind.

Who was he?

Where did he go?

A splash drew your attention, the marble outside of the pool now wet with a puddle of water. The man was nowhere to be seen, but on the lip of the pool lay various bottles and a stack of white, fluffy towels.

Again, your curiosity compels you out of the bed, your bare feet padding against the lovely marble and echoing throughout the room. You inspect the bottles carefully, gently picking them up and turning them every which way.

There was no label or engraving to tell you what was inside. But once you pried the cork out of the opening, you were granted the pleasure of the soft scent of pomegranate, vanilla, and something musky.

They were soaps.

One bottle held a clear liquid that lathered quickly while the other held a thicker, more opaque liquid that held no lather at all. You assumed those were meant for your hair, with them being the biggest of the few.

There was a small bottle, its size no bigger than the palm of your hand. An extravagant oil resided in that one, smelling of patchouli and citrus. A bar of soap was the only thing left untouched, its surface rough with grains and lavender buds.

You look at your hands, noting the dirt that had caked under your nails and the dried blood that coated the scrapes on your palms. It didn't take a thorough once over to tell that you were in dire need of a bath, your scalp itchy and your body gritty.

You eyed the only source of water, hesitant to even step closer in case the man appeared again. Split between a nice, cleansing bath and the arrival of your captor, you stay rooted in place.

The soaps smelled so lovely though. And you despised the idea of being so unclean whilst lounging in such extravagance.

You bite the bullet and slowly peel the flimsy dress off of your body. When you gently dip your toe into the water, you brace for that same rumble that brought the man from the depths.

It didn't come. The only thing that greeted you was the unusual warmth of the water, further luring you inside.

There was a set of stairs that kept you safely away from the drop-off that darkened the further you looked down. You kept your eyes on the soap, intent on just bathing yourself instead of working yourself into a frightened tizzy.

You released an uncontrollable sigh, your body melting into the water as your bones and muscles finally relaxed for the first time in you didn't know how long.

For a few minutes, longer than you intended, you just sat there- soaking up the warmth. You thought about a lot of things at that time. How your family was taking your absence and how many days had passed since you last saw them. You missed them dearly and your heart ached at the thought of their sorrow.

To distract yourself from the tears that would inevitably flow if you continue down that path, you lather a dollop of soap into your hair. You scrub at your scalp, at your body, and face, watching the water turn milky with the dirt and suds.

You were focused on a particular spot on your shin when you spotted something moving beneath you. It was deep enough that you didn't automatically panic, your curiosity outweighing your instincts. But when it moved again you caught sight of a large, black tentacle.

You were out of the pool within an instant, your wet hair and body creating a large puddle. You grab a towel, not at all caring about cleaning your mess as you wrap up and hop into the only safe space you have.

The barrier of the flimsy fabric that canopied the bed would do nothing if the man decided to come back and harm you. But your confused and panicked brain decided that the bed was the only place you were safe, especially if you were buried in between the mountain of blankets and pillows.

You spend the rest of the day with a watchful eye trained on the pool, your anxious hands picking at the skin of your thumb.

[iamespecter]

HELLO HELLO

First off, wanna sau I love your art. Absolute fire I eat that shi up every day.

Second, I'm quite new to ur page and I realise that ur whole page usually revolves around Pomni and Caine (ur page is the first time Ive ever seen this ship) which got me wondering, what about their dynamic do you like? Like what made you go like "Oh yeah I love/vibe Showtime so much"

Im falling in live with Showtime just by looking ay your art 🎀

Have a great day!! 🤍🤍🤍

It's the ADHD x Autism they got going on girllll

Jokes aside, I really like how.... flexible? A potential character/friendship/relationship dynamic between them would be. What I mean by that, is the fact that you can explore a TON of things surrounding them, and it'd bounce so easily because of them being opposites (yet also being similar).

I've always had a knack for shipping two characters when they have these subtle, yet present opposites/parallels/mirroring between their characterization.

For example, a bunch of the promotional art has them acting like these,

and these,

And not only is it entertaining to see them in these kinds of situations, everytime I see them 'interacting', my brain starts to think of ways in where 1) how a scene would play out if at least ONE of them cared for the other, and 2) how they both could find a middle ground that allows them to balance each other out based on just these snippets.

Don't forget the absurd amounts of potential hurt/comfort angsts too, especially in the theory space.

Since Pomni is the main protagonist who helps others in her own way, and Caine is the main antagonist who slowly sinks deeper into helplessness and insanity as the cast ignores/are blissfully unaware of the warning signs, well....

TL;DR: It's so fun to experiment with their dynamics-- ex. extrovert x introvert --especially in AU formats, and that's why I tend to gravitate towards them specifically.

I also just like m/f ships that I headcanon as bi4bi lmao

[reilemon]

Hey-o, Rei's boyfriend here hijacking her page with an updated D&D analysis of lads. Honestly I've probably been thinking about this a bit too much and figured I'd post my final opinion on what each one of them would be, class-wise, in a D&D 5e universe. So for anyone interested in a random guy's opinion on the topic, here goes:

Rafayel - I am keeping my original opinion for a Bard: College of Whispers. I did think about the potential of multiclassing into a Rogue: Assassin for a more stealthy approach, but that may be more suited for his myth card. Straight Whispers Bard seems right to me.

Xavier - Also mostly keeping this one to my original opinion, which is a Paladin: Oath of Devotion. Main reason I like this one is the Channel Divinity it gets, really matching the light-sword vibe. Maybe ignore the first tenet of the oath for this one though ("Don't lie or cheat." - yeah sure...). Alternatively, he could fit as an Oath of the Watchers due to him being a hunter, but sadly no light-sword then.

Zayne - Originally I was sure he is some kind of cleric, with Astra and all. One bit of a problem though - clerics get absolutely no cold-based spells. Now, generally, of the three classic elemental types in 5e (fire, cold, lightning) cold is the forgotten middle child. Fire is the absolute family favorite and found everywhere, while lightning is found less often but still has some features dedicated to it specifically (Storm Sorcerer and Tempest Cleric for example). Cold has basically nothing, so it's not unusual that clerics wouldn't get cold-based spells, but I refuse to make a Zayne build without cold damage in there. Therefore, I think this is a better alternative: Sorcerer: Divine Soul. This changes him from being a follower of a god to having actual divine blood within him, which is more in line with his myth but meh. The main reason for this choice is the ability to get spells from both the Cleric and Sorcerer spell lists, which allows for both healing/support spells (Cleric) and cold-based spells (Sorcerer) to be chosen giving him the same combat feel while keeping the divine aspect.

Sylus - The original idea was a Shadow Monk, but after thinking about it for a bit, I think he is better suited as a Ranger: Gloom Stalker Conclave. Not your usual ranger though, this one we would build as a Strength Ranger with the Unarmed Fighting Style. I think this gives the closest Sylus vibe I can think of in 5e - a beefy unarmed fighter with shadow abilities. What sold me on this idea was the fact that Sylus has a soft spot for animals and nature, and his tracking abilities as well. Not your usual Ranger, but I think the vibe is much better this way than the original Monk idea. Caleb - Now this guy gave me some trouble initially, because firearms are not often found in 5e - or any futuristic stuff really. But then I remembered something about a specific feature, and I was immediately sold, so here goes - Artificer: Armorer. Now, I thought about Artillerist as well due to the drones, but I think Armorer fits him better for one reason alone. The Arcane Armor feature says so: "The armor replaces any missing limbs, functioning identically to a body part it is replacing." which is just perfect. Going the Infiltrator armor model route gives him an energy blast to shoot as well, but Artificers have an optional rule that gives them Firearm Proficiency, which would be in line. As far as I know Caleb is a smart-ass who likes tinkering with stuff, fitting an Artificer very nicely.

Man that took a while to type out... Feel free to comment your own opinions, I love doing things like this - I've been playing D&D and other TTRPGs for like 10 years now. Have a good day y'all!

-Rei's boyfriend

[madelynraemunson]

CALL OUT MY NAME ♛

(Book #2 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club Series)

CEO!bachelor!steve × fem!college grad!reader

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 • 18+ | BOOK #1 (e.m.)

Chapter 004: Encore

You have needs. Steve has needs. Given your two friends’ complicated history, you both know can’t be together — but that’s the thrill of it all.

↳ 001 (PROLOGUE) // 002 // 003 // 004 // 005 // 006 // 007 EPILOGUE

cw: slight age gap (sweets is 23, steve is 31), mutual pining, sexual tension, SMUT, p in v sex, soft!dom steve, pls wrap before you tap thanks

card suits divider: @cafekitsune 🃏🧡

“THINK I NEED SOMEONE OLDER.”

♛

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“I’ll take a black coffee, please. Hot.”

“What size?” the barista inquires.

“Largest one you have.”

Go big or go home. You’re going to need it anyways.

Last night was a clusterfuck of emotions, all of which you had no idea how to process. But you figured that, with Isabelle being the heavy sleeper she is, that you could get away from her and the room you shared and clear your head for a bit. Coffee and contemplation.

“You can put that on my tab.”

Following the direction of the voice, you're surprised to see Steve, up as bright and early as you are, just a mere few inches away. Except he looks more presentable than you, dressed in creaseless neutral-toned athleisure, hair neatly kept with pomade into a sleek swish.

You want to curse under your breath. Fuck. When didn't he look hot?

"Well I'll be damned," you mutter with a gentle smirk.

“I knew I’d get you back eventually,” Steve winks. “Course I didn’t think it’d happen eight hours later.”

“Good morning."

“Now it is.”

Steve slips in beside you and greets you with a warm smile. His eyes remain glued to yours as he extends his credit card to the cashier, placing his order before motioning you towards some elevated bar tables. It doesn't slip your mind to be in his company.

"Did you sleep well?" you ask him.

"Yeah," he nods. "I did, actually. Did you... sleep well?"

Steve seemingly searches for an answer in your eyes. A specific answer it seems, quite possibly pertaining to the events that unfolded the night before.

"Yeah," you chuckle. "Given everything."

“I'm so sorry about last night," he exhales. "Didn’t mean to put you in the middle of all this."

“Yeah…” you shrug unsurely. "But I figured that by association, I'd get sucked into it somehow."

He laughs softly. “Isabelle your friend?”

“What’s it to you?” you cock a brow.

“Just curious.”

“She’s more like a big sister to me,” you explain. “We met in college.”

The drop in Steve’s face was something you couldn’t decipher. Or something you didn’t want to at least.

All morning, this dark cloud of uncertainty has been festering over you, making you more and more anxious because you couldn't seem to grasp what the hell was going on. Judging by the vibes of it though, it doesn't seem good.

"Eddie's a good guy," Steve sputters, almost spastically. "I don't know what your best friend told you, but based on our collective experience with him, Eddie's nothing like the monster Isabelle's painted him to be."

"Isabelle hasn't said much about him actually," you counter. "Until lately."

Steve is almost shocked. "She didn't?"

"She doesn't really talk about her past," you elaborate. "I'm assuming it's because she's traumatized by it. I did know she was married though. And that she cheated on Eddie."

It's not something Isabelle is proud of. In fact, when you met her, Isabelle had been embarking on a journey towards redemption, taking you with her to local humanitarian events, and even to church with her folks every Sunday during second year.

Because your parents had been unavailable in every way your whole life, Isabelle believed you needed to be surrounded by good people. A good deal of the woman you were shaped to be was from Isabelle's influence. You don't know what to feel now.

"Wow," Steve reflects. "She at least owned up to that, damn."

"Yeah, but given the layers of the story..." you shrug. "It all just sounds so complex and confusing. I never knew this about my best friend. Never knew she danced... maybe she was ashamed."

"I'd like to think that's why she didn't tell you," Steve kisses his teeth. "But I have a very hard time believing that's the case."

They were high school sweethearts, Isabelle and Eddie. And according to Steve, they got married right after graduation. Starting from scratch with his money he made from dealing, Eddie built his own business, the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club, a strip club in their small town with a nerdy Dungeons & Dragons theme.

"Eddie has always respected women," Steve elaborates. "Even when they didn't respect him. Never laid a hand on a lady, treated them like queens... Eventually he had me hop on board, with my business. We've always been... for the girls."

"I believe you," you grin up at him.

It got ugly pretty fast, according to Steve again. Before everyone knew it, Isabelle was running the show. Calling the shots. And the dancers, who all seemed to have the hots for Eddie, jumped to his defense and tried to run her out the club. Eddie ultimately ended up sending Isabelle to another club across town to ease the tension.

"Terry's club..." you start to piece it all together.

"Precisely," Steve nods. "And unfortunately... that's where the lines start to blur."

"STEVE?!"

You both shudder at the sudden exclamation, and Steve is quick to retrieve your coffees from the bar. You two then resume the story-telling with a brief 'cheers'.

“Childish beverage you got there,” you nod towards Steve's cafe mocha with whip cream.

“Keeps me young,” Steve shrugs.

You gaze at him flirtatiously as you sip your black coffee. "I'm sure."

You fawn at his hands, the thick veins on the canvas now brought to life by the warmth of his drink. He takes mental note of your observation, clearing his throat, and shifting slightly, but notably more towards you as opposed to further away. He wants you too, there's no denying.

"Listen, Sweets," Steve sighs. "It kills me to say that... even though I'm very much attracted to you, I don't think entertaining this any further is a good idea."

"I'm very much attracted to you too," is all you say.

You hope he takes the bait. If Steve wants you enough, he's sure to choose batty lashes over logic any day.

"I mean, I feel a connection, I really do," Steve adds. "But with all of this 'he said', 'she said' bullshit, it's only a recipe for disaster."

"I totally agree," you nod along. "It's messy."

"Spicy, if you will."

"Almost forbidden," you bite the fruit.

"Tempting..." Steve's tone darkens, complementing your previous statement. "But because of Eddie and Isabelle, I feel like we just need to leave it at that. Because they're our best friends, we shouldn't pursue anything with each other. We can't carry all this drama back home with us."

It seems like Steve was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince you. His gaze drifts to the ground for a bit, then back up at you, a mix of both hesitation and resolve in his eyes.

"Right..." you concur once again with a firm, respectful, tight-lipped smile. "Gotta stay away from each other. For the sake of our friends."

It's a good thing whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

"Jesus, fuck."

A scream furls at the base of your stomach as you fuck yourself onto Steve's stiff and heavy cock, the back of your thighs red from how aggressively they were slapping against his hips. Shock spreads across your body as you muster yourself up to accommodate him, the exhilaration and intensity of his pumps both euphoric and ruinous at the same time.

"How do you hit it so good every. fucking. time?" you cry out as you take every single one of his blows.

Steve smiles to himself in amusement while you unravel beneath him, brushing his soft lips against the crook between your neck.

“I jus' pay attention,” Steve whispers as he rubs delicate circles against your clit. “And you have every bit of mine, baby.”

"Oh I feel it," you say with a joke-filled whimper. "Goddd...damn..."

"Ha. Funny and cute," Steve huffs, digging himself balls-deep into you. "Guess I won the jackpot."

Hooking your ankles with Steve's now as you reel him in, you begin to clasp at the sheets for both security and leverage. His rock-hard cock and heaving pants are sure to spring you into an eye-scrunching, lip-biting, toe-curling release. And just when you thought you had a good couple of minutes left in you, you feel Steve's fingers sink into the pleasure points of your neck.

He shoves your face down into the mattress.

"'my fucking god I'm cumming!" you scream as he relentlessly fucks himself into you.

Your orgasm splashes against Steve's quads as he fucks you out, his continuous prowling despite BOTH of your evident climaxes turning your legs into a quivering mush. And hitting the sweet spot every fucking time? For a stranger, he knows your body very well. Of course, he might have 'experience' to thank for that.

You're never going back to the college boys again.

A gentle slap on the butt snaps you back from your lust-filled trance. You turn to look at Steve, whose now got a boyish smirk on his face.

"Good morning," you giggle, repeating yourself from earlier.

"Now it is," Steve joins in.

You toss the fluffy comforter over your body while Steve goes to dispose of the condom. While you wait, you take a moment to soak in the elegance of the Encore suite, comparing it to that of yours at the Venetian.

Before you know it, Steve is back at the bedside, reaching into his wallet as he glances periodically over at you.

"What do you want for graduation?" he questions.

"Huh?" you respond blankly.

"On me. I insist."

"Steve..." you chuckle nervously, bringing the comforter further up towards your bare chest. "You really don't have to.''

"I insist," he repeats.

"It makes me feel like your gift is some sort of payment."

Steve's eyes widen suddenly.

"I did not mean for it to be that way, I'm sorry," he gulps. "Gift-giving is just my love language, I've learned."

"Well I'm fine with the anti-roofie bobby pin you gifted me," you blush gesturing towards your purse where it's neatly kept. "That is enough in my book."

"But not enough in mine," Steve counters. "Matter of fact, take a look at this."

You watch as the handsome CEO scrambles across the room in his boxer shorts, all just to retrieve a pen that he graciously hands over to you.

"It's not just any pen," he explains. "It's the audio recording pen."

"Wow," you remark. "It's giving... Russian Spy."

Steve chuckles. "Well when you put it that way..."

"Maybe you are a spy," you shoot him an insinuating wink. "Did someone send you to watch my every move?"

"Mmm, I think you cracked the case," Steve smirks, matching your energy almost immediately. "Can't have a bad girl like you walking around with no supervision."

You feel him melt into you...

"Or consequences," he strains, leaving some delicate kisses at your neck.

The opening of a nearby door interrupts your foreplay for round three. Almost like it's a defense mechanism, you shift instantly, attempting to sink further into the sheets to cover yourself up.

"Morning!" comes a voice. "We're all gonna go get some donuts at the Excalibur do you wanna come wi—JESUS CHRIST!"

Eddie's wife. Taken aback by another presence in the room, Steve damn near collapses onto you to make sure you stay concealed.

"Oh god," Shy Girl remarks. "HAHAHA. This is hilarious."

"Munson," Steve whines, attempting to bury his face in his forearm. "How did you get in here?"

"Uh, joint rooms remember?" she responds. "Also... if you didn't want any visitors you should've made it obvious. Your DND sign was also not on at the main door."

Shy Girl cranes her neck over to you. When she registers who you are, there's a glisten in her eyes; and a profound, wry smile she is merely unable to hide.

"Hey stranger!" she chirps. "Get some good sleep after last night?"

"As much as I was able to," you mumble.

"Ah," she pouts. "It seems like your morning fix made it better though. The invite's still open. Doughy goodness at pretty castle awaits."

Shy Girl turns her head to ensure your clothes are on when your gazes meet again. While she waits, she takes a stroll around Steve's single room, playing around with his hair products and fancy looking e-razor.

Knowing there's absolutely nothing to say, you toss your sweats on and quickly grab your purse. After bidding Steve a silent goodbye, you start towards the door, maintaining your head in the lowest possible position.

"Really?" you hear Steve say to Shy Girl in the room, the ruffling in the background presumably him tossing his clothes on as well.

"What?" she tuts. "She's a cutie pie."

To ensure you don't lose your way, you open Maps to route your walk back to the Venetian. You also take a moment to look at your messages, your heart nearly plunging to your ass when 10 texts from Isabelle await you.

All of them asked where you were.

Frozen in place, you gulp as your trembling fingers think of what to say. And before you can craft your response, the entry door to Steve's room cracks open.

Your body remains paralyzed as Shy Girl emerges from the room, only to walk herself directly one door over. Before you two officially part ways, she says to you,

"Don't worry, sweetheart. Your secret is safe with me."

“Where have you been?!” Isabelle demands the moment you get back to the room.

“Coffee run…” you vaguely reply.

“For two and a half hours?!”

Her agitation is evident. You meander cautiously around the hotel room, careful enough to not make any eye contact because you know Isabelle can crack you like that. But soon, her constant prying makes you agitated.

"I don't know anyone who takes three hours to get a coffee."

“You’ve taken shits longer than that,” you roll your eyes. “And plus you were out like a light, I needed to get some form of a Hot Girl Walk in.”

"At the Encore, huh?"

The air turns cold. Bitter.

"Excuse me?"

You and Isabelle have each other's locations for safety purposes. But now you realize that it seems she checks it more frequently than you thought.

"At 8:04 AM, your location pinged at the coffee shop outside, between the Venetian and the Encore," Isabelle reports, as if you weren't aware. "And then by 9 AM, you were inside the Encore where you remained until now. It's about to be noon. Must've been quite some line for you to stay in that area for so long. Unless you were with somebody."

"What if there were some shops I wanted to check out in the Encore?" you challenge her.

"Like which shops?"

"The shops we don't have here."

"Cute..."

It had been a while since you and Isabelle had an exchange this hostile. Isabelle always speaks to you kindly. But with all of this unraveling, she's feening for just survival. Or an escape. From what though?

Buzz!

Your phone buzzes with a text. Opening the protected message, a smile creeps onto your face when you see who it's from.

Maybe: Steve

When can I see you again?

You:

You free tonight? Maybe we can meet by the gondolas at the Venetian.

Maybe: Steve

👍

You giggle at the simple text. Older men and their vagueness.

“What are you laughing at?” Isabelle pries.

“A meme…” you fib.

You don’t know why you keep lying. Friends don’t lie. But something in your gut tells you you’re trekking dangerous waters. And a part of you, strangely enough, doesn’t want to be rescued.

“Can we talk about last night?” you request, yearning for a civil conversation.

“What’s to talk about?” Isabelle snaps.

“THIS," you explain, gesturing up and down. "You just seem…very shaken up about seeing your ex-husband."

“Anyone would be!”

“Okay I get that, but you don’t have to take it out on me…"

Isabelle is quiet, which allows you to finish your statement.

“Especially because I don’t know the whole story.”

“Eddie just…” your best friend sighs. “Really fucked me up. That’s all I have to say about that.”

"I really wish you would give me more details," you mumble. "I don't have much to work with here."

"Asking your best friend to revisit her TRAUMATIZING past when she's still healing is a little fucked up, don't you think?" is what Isabelle fires back with.

"It's not like that at all! I thought you'd know my intentions by now."

"Touché," she snarkily responds.

"Oh," you exhale sharply.

It's become nearly impossible to deal with. All you've wanted was honesty and all you've gotten was rage. Before it escalated any further, you decide to temporarily remove yourself from the equation.

"I'm gonna step back out for a breather."

You didn't expect your best friend to deflect. "I think that's a great idea."

Refusing to acknowledge Elle any further, you yank the room key off your shared bedside table, shoving it into your purse, and pulling the purse over your shoulder. You take one last glance over at Elle, arms crossed by the window, her current mask now that of a stoic one—no trace of the rage that had filled the air just minutes ago.

But the silence is deafening. Finally, after seemingly like an eternity, she turns to you.

"By the way," Elle snarls. “If you're gonna do what I think you're doing, I don't think it's a good idea. I don't want you to regret it."

It's hard to take her seriously given her current state. But somehow, what she says next finds a way to vex you somehow.

"There’s a reason why Steve Harrington can’t bag a chick his age.”

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[nitrosodiumgameanglia]

Why Sound Design is so Important in Games

Sound design is a key point in games, though it is often neglected in college games where we do a lot of work without speakers on. Having some good audio in a game really helps elevate the experience beyond just being a solely visual medium, as much as audio changed silent movies. The games with the best sound design are often those with realistic sound systems, or ones that elicit the desired emotional response. Good sound design can make you terrified to turn a corner; it can make you cry in the game's saddest moments; it can turn a level from a selection of rendered polygons to a truly real-seeming experience. Obviously our game's sound design isn't that deep, but it doesn't add nothing to the game either.

The first game I am looking at is Thief: The Dark Project. This game came out in 1998, but I would say it still holds up today with a few patches to make it run on modern systems. The game has a unique stealth system that lets you hide in shadows, but the main thing we're looking at is the sound. Different surfaces are different levels of loudness when walked on - carpet is perfect for sneaking, but metal catwalks are loud and clank under your feet. This isn't just set dressing either, because enemies are more likely to hear you if you're clanking about on steel grating. Then there is the ambient sound, where you can hear nearby guards muttering or whistling (in a great bit of game design, this helps you keep track of them when they're out of sight), torches crackle, and strange ambient screeches echo down hallways. The ambient soundtracks in each level are interesting, and use a lot of electronic synthesiser noises, which gives them an 80s John Carpenter vibe. They help make the environments foreboding, but also help tell the story in a way that 90s graphics simply could not. For example, as you enter the deepest annals of an ultra-religious Hammerite compound, the ambient whirr of machinery gets replaced by solemn choir and hymns. Caves can have dripping water and the occasional crumbling rock, while more twisted forest environments have the endless chirring of insects and chuckling from unseen nymphs and satyrs. The actual sound technology is also really good for the time, because it supports sound cards, even though they aren't used too much anymore. With them enabled, you can listen against a door and gauge how big a room is based on the echo of the guard's voices inside. Even for today that is fairly advanced, and as far as I know, not present in many other games.

The next game I am looking at is Hunt: Showdown. It is a 2018 horror shooter taking place at the end of the 19th century, where you play as a bounty hunter trying to kill various cryptids and monsters. The game uses the Cry Engine, so it already looks good on a visual front, but the audio is also phenomenal. Most of the quality comes from its directional sound system, which is so specific you can tell where players are through buildings, which is useful for lining up shots when you don't have a good visual read on their whereabouts. Every gun also has a unique sound and echo, which allows an educated player to guess what weapon has been fired, from what direction, and even from what distance. The way that the game calculates sound waves travelling is a very unique and realistic system; a gunshot ringing out over an open field will be louder and clearer than a gunshot fired in the middle of the thick backwoods. I assume this is a built-in feature for CryEngine V because I know of no other games with this level of realism when it comes to sound - I can only assume it calculates for windspeed and other factors and then runs the sound effect through various in-engine filters.

Finally, I will look at The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. One of the lesser-mentioned qualities of this game is its environmental sound design, which help the various holds of Skyrim seem like realistic places. The wind whistles about your ears, giving you a good sense of your player's altitude and the temperature around you. In the mornings and evenings, you can hear crickets chirring and birds chirping. The rushing of rivers sounds different depending on the course - swelling into a roar of white noise in the rapids, but dissipating to a trickle when the river becomes a lazy stream. Then there are more ethereal sounds, like the creaking of the aurora borealis on winter nights. Towns have their own soundscapes also, with the creaking wood of huts and the crackle of flaming torches. The ambient music by Jeremy Soule (the same guy behind the LOTR soundtrack) also adds a lot to the game's atmosphere, with majestic orchestras making even a simple walk through the valleys a much more emotive and captivating experience. However, you can play with the sound turned off and just listen to the layered soundscapes.

From my research, I can see that the main theme that makes a soundscape good is attention to detail. Not just having one sword hit sound, for example, but several, altered depending what material you strike, and echoing with a different resonance depending on where you are. I would say that with Wallpaper of the Mind, we have achieved this as best we can in four weeks, with the different footstep surfaces. The sounds I myself provided were more stock quality, but it doesn't matter, because how sound is used mechanically is just as important. I will make a blog post on this soon.

[vani-ash]

Hi, I'm new here, I've just discovered Jeff a couple of weeks ago. And now I feel like a teenager again with a celebrity crush 😅

I'm very busy irl and I'm slowly working my way through his acting gigs and music videos. As a Jeff expert, what do you suggest a newbe like me should watch/listen to/read/know? I'm a little confused about all the Jeffs :D

a jeff expert 😭

Hi! Welcome!!! ❤️🥰 I hope you understand by asking this you have given me the opportunity to info dump about this man 😭 I'm sorry in advance but here is a (still very long) basic guide to Jeff Satur :)

Acting

I don't know what you have and haven't watched yet but his main show is KinnPorsche (which you can watch on IQIYI) his character Kim is only a side character though.

There are two series you can watch on youtube

He she It (3 episodes, about 50 minutes all together)

Labeled as a horror but it's not really.

Ingredients the series (21 episodes, each aprox 10-20 minutes)

Cute slice of life series about cooking

He just had a movie come out called The Paradise Of Thorns, it is on Netflix in Thailand (and will probably come to netflix in other country's too eventually) so you either need a VPN or other site to watch it currently

Happy Ending

Jeff is currently in the process of making his own series called Happy Ending.

He has made a pilot for it but it hasn't actually been filmed yet and is scheduled to start filming sometime around the middle of this year, and be out around the end of the year.

Vamp

He is also going to be part of another show called Vamp, Also not filmed yet but scheduled for sometime this year.

Wuju Bakery

This was filmed back in 2023, and was meant to come out the same year and then the date got moved twice, something happened and the company that was making it did some shady things and now its unknown if this will ever actually air, but you can still find bts photos and people often reference this show so I'm going to mention it here.(There is also 40 second trailer)

Call Me By Fire S3

Jeff was also on a Chinese survival show called Call Me By Fire S3 (can be found on youtube, there is english subtitles)

Music Videos/Jeffcest

Jeff has been making music for 10 years, (he used to use the names Jeff the Demo and Jeff Garden if you want to look up any of his earlier songs on youtube)

Due to his whole vibe (and specifically his music video for Ghost, which is actually a two part MV continued in his other song called Yellow Leaf)

People started shipping him with the characters he plays in his music videos. This has been labeled as Jeffcest, and each Jeff is a clone, the clones are each named after their respective song titles unless they already have name, pretty much everything about Jeffcest is fan made.

The most prominent of Jeffcest being a character called Sunshine from the music video Dum Dum. (There are 3 music videos for Dum Dum, Thai, English and an Unchained version)

(Ghost and Lucid are two of the other most used)

Jeff has dressed up as Sunshine during a concert and was also just brought back in Jeff's most recent MV called Ride Or Die. (which only came out 5 days ago)

Sunshine has his whole own lore (not fanmade comes from Jeff) which I wont get into here but if you want me to explain feel free to message me :)

Jeffs most popular song is probably Fade (based on the views, 208 million)

But his other most popular song is probably Why Don't You Stay which is an OST from KinnPorsche. There is a Thai and English version.

All of his MVs have an interesting story line so they're all worth watching at some point.

Some songs Jeff is featured in:

Far - Silvy ft. Jeff

แผลเป็น (scar) - bodyslam ft. Jeff

Steal the Show - Shaun ft. Jeff

จำนน (White Flag) - Nont Tanont ft. Jeff

Other Things

Whenever Jeff preforms, wherever he is, it rains. He got joked to be the son of the rain god due to how often this happened, and for Halloween 2023 he held a contest for people to design him as the Rain God. (Rain God is also often used in Jeffcest)

Acounts

Jeff has his own company/studio called Studio on Saturn

Twitter - Instgram

On the last day of the month this account will post his schedule for the upcoming month letting you know when he has any scheduled events.

This Youtube account often posts fancams of the whole event from most of Jeffs events.

This youtube account posts any Lives Jeff does.

Brands

Space Shuttle No.8

Jeff put out his first album last year and it came with a box set (can no longer be brought but I have photos of the whole thing here :)

Pets

This man has so many cats like 20 something last time i heard him talk about them 😭

(And I don't know where to put this but his fans are called Saturdayss or Sats)

i am so sorry how long this is but I hope this was what you wanted and helped 😭💛💛💛

[omnipah]

Patho Quarantine let's go let's go

Many thoughts head full about the new dankovsky specific mechanics, partly cus they’re really good on their own but also partly cus in my mind, they kind of reframe artemy’s mechanics. Since artemy’s route in patho2 is based around tightening up the bulk of the existing mechanics from classic HD, until now I’ve mostly been engaging with them that way, ie as just a better way of doing what they were always doing. But now that dankovsky has these new mechanics that break that mold, I’m suddenly thinking about artemy’s mechanics in terms of his characterisation. And it helps that in most of these cases there’s a direct foiling happening.

(Goes without saying this contains spoilers, just a heads up)

The main one is obviously the investigation mechanic: both of them have one, but artemy’s is crucially based in his father’s culture and his own inherited knowledge of how to diagnose using local unique flora. His also involves a degree of ‘vibes’, in the sense that you have to kinda guess where to start but the more you do it the better of a ‘feel’ you get for how it’s gonna go, cus you tend to see the disease settle in a relatively consistent layer each day. You start to know what to check for. Whereas dankovsky, as always, is based in hard evidence, and specifically a form of evidence that is recognised by a larger scientific community. His work is peer reviewed, but both of their diagnostic methods demonstrably work.

Then we have the ‘regulation’ mechanics: artemy’s behaviour is regulated, outside of his control, by people’s opinion of him, as well has his own bodily state; dankovsky’s behaviour is regulated, outside of his control, by his mental state. This is one of the key places we see the difference in their ideologies, where artemy is a collectivist not just in the sense that he believes in collectivist policies but that he believes the world works in a collectivist framework, as a logical conclusion of his lived experiences. He is, from the beginning of the game and whether he likes it or not, beholden to others’ opinions of him and so he must massage his intentions into a methodology that doesn’t get him shunned and killed. In the same way, he’s a fundamentally grounded and very literally down-to-earth person, whose main difficulty (and main triumph) is in finding ways to act within the limits his body sets for him. He must eat, he must sleep, he must not catch the plague, he must not be hated.

The interesting thing here is, I say this is an issue of ideology because the bachelor does have bodily mechanics – he loses stamina and can’t run indefinitely, he dies if he gets hit too many times, he can seemingly catch the plague – but we don’t see any UI for those things. Those are things that explicitly control him, but they’re not what he’s concerned with. They’re not part of how he thinks about his experience. Instead all of that is secondary to his brain: his mind, in observation, logic and connecting the dots, is his main strength and his main tool, but it’s also the thing that is most precarious about him. Where artemy is very matter-of-fact about what happens to him and is unhindered by his own worries (though we mustn’t trivialise the fact that he very much does have them and is stressed out all the time), dankovsky is in a constant battle to essentially be able to use that tool of his at all.

I see many people engaging with this as a representation of being bipolar for obvious reasons, and I’m not trying to tell those people they’re wrong at all, but my main takeaway from his brain mechanics are more ‘living through trauma that you see as your personal responsibility to fix’ mechanics. Think about how you feel when you’re doomscrolling: you’re always striking a balance between becoming so angry and panicked you can’t function, and becoming so depressed you can’t function. The ideal middle, being calm enough to work but motivated enough to do so, is very difficult to achieve. That’s the main thing I see his stress meter as representing here, and I think it’s especially clear in the way that he talks about his own perception of his responsibility here: he knows he’s approaching an impossible task, but feels like he’s been forced into it, sometimes going so far as to speculate it was a deliberate play by his enemies, but crucially he also repeatedly says he’s “the only doctor” in the town. This is news to us, being used to artemy’s way of thinking in patho2 saying there’s 3 – himself, dankovsky, and rubin – and jarring for being so. But dankovsky explicitly doesn’t think of any of them as his equals or even his colleagues. The most he gives either of them is that rubin is ‘the last person to see simon’ and artemy is ‘the local sawbones’, and even less flatteringly, a ‘dropout’. He sees himself as the protagonist in a way that artemy simply doesn’t, but it’s not a strength, it’s a self-imposed stressor.

This individualism vs collectivism even comes up with the townsfolk. Yes dankovsky doesn’t have a trade mechanic (except that one time he did? We’ll see how that develops in the full release) but we even see it in the way the crowd is named. Artemy conceives of them as a flock – a single unit made of many parts, much like how he sees the physical town – and names them in his head accordingly, giving differentiation only to different character models. There’s no individuality here, and his endings take that to the logical conclusion: diurnal represents collectivist policy that’s trying to do right by everyone and struggling to meet the needs of a collective of very varied and diverse people, nocturnal represents the extreme version of the racism faced by the kin in how they are treated as ‘beasts’ to the point of losing even the ability to speak and make choices as individuals.

Dankovsky however refers to every character either by their name, or by a unique identifier (“filat’s neighbor”), which is normal out of context, but with the added context of the investigative elements it gives the impression of someone needing to fit the world into a spreadsheet. No stranger can be defined by generalisations that together triangulate an individual, he’s focused on specifics. And this is a strength for him! Using both his knowledge of how symptoms interact to narrow down diseases, and his ability to draw conclusions based on the wider context of a person’s life, he’s able to avoid making mistakes that I, as a player, probably would have done if dankovsky wasn’t there to ask the right questions and insist on more detail.

The interesting thing about that is, again, while it’s a good thing for him, it’s also something he resents. He makes repeated comments about people being the worst part of the job for him, in the sense of potentially lying but also their outlook and unique experiences leading them to a set of opinions that makes it hard for them to communicate forthrightly. While his concern is allegedly saving people, he seems very conflicted on the matter of whether people are worth his effort; he consistently makes the effort, he wants to avoid death to the point of being willing to be seen as a pseudoscientist to do it, but he also resents the fact he can’t fit people into neat little boxes and he can’t get them to communicate like impartial diagnostic robots, and is VERY conflicted on the matter of personal autonomy.

This ends up being the main tension of the demo, with him regularly getting contradictory dialogue options about how acceptable it is to take people’s choice away and under what circumstances, some of them rationalising it as needing to to stop the plague (true) but others coming out as outbursts that essentially boil down to ‘if everyone would just act completely predictably and rationally by my reckoning my life would be so much less stressful’. And this is of course brought to a head with the final ‘breakthrough’ he has. Eurika, he says, let’s stop pissing people off and lift the quarantine! Great idea. Of course this makes everything worse for everyone, but having just died multiple times in the rioters’ district, you can see why he thought it might be necessary. And here we come back to the central theme of pathologic as a series: multiple conflicting courses of action, all of which are necessary and non-negotiable, and all of which are mutually exclusive, thereby leaving you with only wrong choices on how to proceed.

And again, we see this especially pertinently in dankovsky finally deciding to do time travel about it. Just like his railing against death, he resents the restrictions that being temporally and spatially bound inherently impose on him, and wishes for ultimate control over all outcomes. And this is something that dates all the way back to marble nest too: the final moments of his life are spent desperately grasping at straws trying to find the puzzle piece that will make everything perfect and put him back in control of the outcome. Patho3 seems to be shaping up to be a much larger, more stressful and complex version of this where you have to manage not one day on a loop, but 12 days each with interlocking consequences on each other. In this way, the more control he has, the less he has, ironically.

This also brings me to dankovsky’s time mechanic, cus it’s just as rigid as artemy’s but again, is rigid in the ways that dankovsky conceptualises it. Artemy, like most of us, is bound by time going forward, and it never stops. This is something that is always a restriction on him, and is another way in which his mechanics, like in classic HD, draw your attention to human weakness and need for community as no one person can do everything and everyone must first and foremost listen to their body if they want to survive long enough to do anything helpful. The only things that give artemy essentially free infinite time are the community signifiers: the conversations and the trade.

Dankovsky however has much more temporal abstraction (you don’t have to personally physically walk everywhere) but time is also a currency for him. This is most obvious when you realise at the end of the demo you need that ‘borrowed time’ from the person you euthanised in order to time travel, but it’s also true in diagnostics and conversation. Every two dialogue lines takes one minute. Every body part you examine takes one minute. Every action you have is rationed out, and you’ll likely waste a lot of time doing mood-regulating things as well so you don’t rapidly devalue all the substances you could use to self-medicate (which, oof. Many disco elysium adjacent thoughts about that). Once again time is something you must economise, but where artemy must be frugal with his movements and his engagement with the physicality of the town, dankovsky must be frugal with his brain and how time feels to him.

The other thing I wanted to talk about re collectivism vs individualism is the framing devices. Artemy is constantly having to embed himself in the town, in its politics, its emotions, its earth and blood, in order to progress. He does have the theatre every night like in classic HD, but he doesn’t have the opening dialectic in the theatre, which I think is a deliberate choice both to make the game feel more natural without all three characters’ routes already in it, as well as a way to step away from abstraction. Classic HD and patho2 have always been about subverting video game abstraction; you’re used to being able to run everywhere, go without food, heal almost instantly, and artemy reminds you of your flesh and your duty to it. Artemy shies away from abstraction because he doesn’t deal in loftiness, he’s in the moment and in the place.

Dankovsky on the other hand, isn’t just an academic who is primarily concerned with making a red string conspiracy board out of his own memories, he’s also crucially coming at this through the framing device of his after-the-fact interrogation. There is nothing to make you feel quite as much like an outsider as the constant reminder that dankovsky’s concerns are, first and foremost, outside the town. He isn’t aware of 90% of what is going on in artemy’s route, and artemy says as much with his comment about his own “storyline”, and dankovsky isn’t even aware of how much he isn’t aware of. Even his need to contain the plague, at the end of the day, comes down to either his on-principal fight against death, or his need to survive long enough to return to his lab. As far as he is concerned, through this framing device, he’s never physically in the town. This is of course the reverse of artemy: in his case we’re constantly told that he left the town, but all we experience as players is in the town and so we see him as fundamentally of the town; dankovsky’s presence in the town is told through dreamlike memories whose reliability is always in question with how he intends to restructure and change them, and so he always feels like an outsider looking in.

There are probably other things I’ve missed. Like the combat mechanic is something I think is interesting. But this is like. My main set of thoughts on first playthrough of Quarantine.

[doueverwonder]

do you have any WTTT headcannons you'd like to share?

sorry it took me a few days I had to remember some I hadn't shared yet + its been mostly branches brainrot the past week and didn't want it to be just them lol

here u go

Gov hates the branches saluting him so much actually, he keeps telling them they don't have to do it but its so habitual they'll never stop. National Guard on the other hand is supposed to salute all the states and territories and stopped doing that forever ago bc some states were so smug about it.

Subregion meetings are always somehow MORE chaotic than region meetings, the Great Lakes and Southwest are tied for number times Gov opened the door, heard yelling, decided "nope." and left without even going in.

At least once a month Gov tries to organize 'region bonding' activities and they're all like "we're not kids at a summer camp what is this smh" cut to the South & West actually about to kill each other over a game of tug of war bc "its unfair, y'all have Alaska! he's like four people!" "stop whining you guys have Texas!" "fuck Texas!" "HEY!"

West Virginia wasn't raised by Virginia like, at all really, but he did get a lot second hand bc Kentucky, Ohio, Indiana and Illinois turned raising West Virginia into a group project and all four of them were raised by Virginia. (Illinois is the guy who didn't do any work but put his name on it/j) (he did do work he had to work to be a worse influence then Ohio smh)

Speaking of, the first state most states met right after joining the union was Virginia, no one knows how she gets places so fast, became a competition to try to beat her and no one ever has. WV and Nevada are the only two that met someone else first.

Michigan, Wisconsin & Minnesota go ice fishing together at least once a year, they don't actually do much fishing but they do get very drunk at like 8 am. so there's that. somehow none of them have fallen and broken something or fallen through the ice... yet.

when Tennessee and Texas started dating the Carolina's gave Tex a shovel talk with such specifics that they were either joking entirely or dead serious and he has nightmares about finding out which one it is.

Florida has an adderall prescription but has never had it filled, he's started using it to get things, tells Gov he'll go right to the pharmacy if he just lets him do this one last chaotic thing (he will never go to the pharmacy).

based on state land mass Ohio and Indiana are both victims of older but shorter with the rest of the Midwest. Minnesota & Illinois will pick Indiana up so she can see/reach things, Ohio's fragile masculinity won't let anyone help him, he'll scale counters first.

California has 2 siblings Baja California Sur (older sister) and Baja California Norte (younger brother), everyone outside of the west + Texas forget about this a lot bc in no way has California ever given middle kid vibes.

Texas being Texas celebrates his birthday THREE TIMES every year, May 7th (Mexican statehood day), March 2nd (texas independence), and December 29th (US statehood day). he does throw major parties for all three.

that's all I can think of right now :3

[rickybaby]

Everyday Australian here reporting on your tags: https://www.tumblr.com/rickybaby/785352019290587136

I’m a bit too young to have been a Webber fan, so not sure how he was perceived when racing. I get the sense that he was a bit too ‘serious’ for the general public to really embrace him. No hate to Mark, but there’s a sense that he was always a bit of a ‘wet wipe’ and in more recent years, that he’s got a bit too big for his boots. He’s not seen as the Everyman and is very much perceived as the ultra-wealthy class. Which turns off most people.

Daniel has, strangely, never really been viewed that way despite being a driver when F1 was even MORE about wealth and expense than when Mark was racing. Like, objectively he is ALSO part of the ultra-wealthy class, but he’s not perceived that way. I hope I’m explaining this well enough, but there’s just this vibe here when people talk about Daniel vs. Mark and even Oscar. It’s: he’s one of us and they’re one of THEM. I really doubt that Oscar will ever reach the same level of national treasure that daniel still is to us.

A lot of it is probably personality based: Mark was seen as too serious and depressing (lol sorry Mark) and Oscar is seen as too introverted and middle-of-the-road. There was/is just something about Daniel that’s difficult to put into words for Australia. The exuberance and love for life that he has really really got into people’s heart and was seen as such a representation of Australian pride that it’s no wonder he’s still seen as so influential. I’ve heard people joke that he’s our “favorite son” but that is honestly exactly how I’d describe it.

Ironically, I also think him being done so dirty at the end of his career and just taking it on the chin has solidified his place in people’s hearts: no complaining, no vindictive tell-all interview, just came home and lived his life. Maybe it has to do with Australia’s “tall poppy syndrome”, but we love an underdog. And I think there’s this tender feeling towards daniel now specifically because he DIDN’T get a happy ending. Oscar, yeah he might win a WDC and, of course, Australian’s will be proud of him but then that’s his story kind of over, you know?He’ll be adulated, but he won’t be loved like Daniel. Daniel is ours.

Thank you so much anon for sharing! This was nice to read!

My impression has always been that even Australians who don’t necessarily watch F1 still know who Daniel is and like him for how he’s represented Australia. Don’t get me wrong, I know Oscar has a lot of die-hard Aussie fans, but I don’t feel like he has reached that beloved status outside of the f1 audience. I love how you say he’s Australia’s favourite son because I know a lot of people who were at the aus GP this year said there was so much Daniel merch at the race. I think Aus GP is the only event where you can still see Renault merch because of Daniel.

I think it’s also because Daniel is so proud to be Australian. iirc whenever he’s been asked about why he’s always so happy, he’s always said it’s because he grew up in sunny Australia and I think the fact that he always goes back to Australia in December and him making that effort to stay connected to his roots there when he could have been off to some fancy holiday instead. There’s so many comments here and there on Reddit about someone seeing Daniel drive down the highway in his old hilux. I think it truly shows how Daniel loves being one of yours and why he’s likely still going to be the face of motorsport in Australia for years to come even if Oscar will very likely have more wins than him by the end of the year.

[tempestmothstorm]

ok ok so I was just going to draw long haired Sayori but then I came up with a bunch of elementaryish aged designs and now I came up with a bunch of headcanons and more sketches so woohoo lots or text under cut open for more headcanons (also idk why tumblr made the image change quality that is not the same colour or quality I had it in)

Yknow for some reason I just can’t imagine Natsuki being like a happy kid in the past like at all. I think it’s like a “kid who obviously has a bad home life and acts out because of it but nobody’s gonna to actually try to do anything about it so they just put her in detention” kinda vibe. I don’t think anyone outright hates her since she probably would have brought it up in base game/side stories, but she isn’t exactly a beloved member of the school either

In the side stories she talks about being very different in the past and specifically going through a really edgy ‘I hate everyone phase’ in middle school. This isn’t a middle school headcanon but I feel like her being kinda bitter before the total edgy phase makes sense.

I think in contrast to her having a super defined sense of self present day, Natsuki here was a lot more identityless and unsure about what she wants. She gets really into cutesy stuff in the future but here she leans a lot more into the angry side of her because she doesn’t really understand a lot of what she’s feeling. It’s why I didn’t really give her a unique hairstyle, if she had something she’d actually like I don’t think she would have changed it to the pigtails

Also her clothes are kinda bad and has a hole in her sleeve since she doesn’t really get a lot of clothes due to obligatory ~home life angst~ but this post isn’t about that so

She gets into manga pretty early but just kinda enjoys it casually on a surface level thing. She drops it for a bit before picking it back up, and suddenly understanding what plot and themes are lead to her going insane about it until present day.

She’s into skating because I said so

It also makes a great explanation for why she gets a broken arm and why she always has a bunch of bandaids :))))))))

Ok I might also just like giving character designs bandaids

Tbh I forgot if they said Natsuki’s friends met in middle school or not but I think it still applies since they probably knew her through every cringe phase she had (including the fanfics). But either way they were probably one of the few people to actually give Natsuki a chance which is part of why she puts up with their bullying so much. Throughout every phase she might have had they made fun of her every step of the way, to the point she’s just kinda used to it now. Doesn’t help that she thinks her old self was cringe, so by present day she just assumes she deserves whatever bullying she gets from them. Girl needs to have compassion for her past self. And present self tbh

While Natsuki was cringe in the ‘I hate everything’ way, Yuri was cringe in the ‘I am a massive nerd for cringe pieces of media and am going to make everyone aware of that fact’. At least that’s how they see themselves now

She’s a lot more open to talking about her interests. She can and will yap to random people with little to no prompting because she hasn’t really learned yet that people would be put off by it

She’s not overly social but more willing to chat with others with a polite and friendly attitude. She hasn’t been hurt yet so she is filled with joy and whimsy and is overall more cheerful compared to present day

She has her hair like that so I could give the vibe of ‘cheerfully annoying and/or adorable☝️🤓’ nerd archetype instead of ‘would rather become a speck of dust than talk to a person’ nerd archetype. Her hair is generally more dishevelled to show she’s more naive and less elitist I guess. She also isn’t as good at taking care of her hair yet so it looks kinda bad in a charming way(her school would not agree)

Her bangs being up with the headband shows her being more open and willing to be vulnerable to others in a way that’s lost in present day, where her long bangs hide a lot of her face in that one sprite. Her forehead is a metaphor 😭

I don’t really have parent headcanons but the cardigan is from her mom. I just think it’s cute

Random headcanons idrk where else to put but since that one act 2 sprite just borrows the teeth from Natsuki I like to think her teeth is also weirdly sharp it just doesn’t stick out as much. People think her teeth are creepy though so she tries not to smile with her teeth. She doesn’t care to smile like that anyways since she doesn’t really know how to in pictures (me projecting) and her natural smiles are a lot more subtle/don’t show teeth so it’s all fine.

Stating the obvious here but she was totally outcasted by like most of her school. Most people thought she was weird and her enthusiasm off-putting so they’d try avoiding her. She doesn’t really know why they think she’s off-putting though, people just start avoiding her for no reason. A few would go out of their way to bully her too, which ont added fuel to the iscolation fire, which ended up give her massive vulnerability and self esteem issues. Shocker ik. It takes a while to fully break her down from here to her high school self but it does mess her up a lot even then. At this specific point in time though she stills has her innocence so dw it’s fineeeeeee

Her anxiety issues are also there but she still has enough of a positive attitude to go ‘hey this sucks but maybe this time talking about my interests will work and they’ll actually like me!’ even if it didn’t work the last time. She doesn’t really know how else to talk to people so she keeps trying the same thing hoping maybe this time it’ll work out.

Uh.

things get worse. you probably know that

Sayori still the sillyyyyy

But tbh she probably changes the least compared to present day. I mean she gets more mature and less starry eyed but her mask is basically the same as her kid self. I don’t have as much to say on that specifically cause compared to the rest she doesn’t change that much

Yeah Understanding said she used to have long hair but cut it since she couldn’t really take care of it. I feel like even before the depression got worse she sucked at taking care of it because she has the self proclaimed attention span of a donut. Her hair is really scruffy and if you tried to comb it would probably hurt a lot. So she doesn’t ever

Her and mc are still the the goofy-goober and straight man dynamic they have in base game. Sayori drags mc into some shenanigans and mc tries to help her get out of trouble. He also has less of an ‘I don’t want to be seen with this cringe’ attitude he has a bit of in the base game since he isn’t as concerned with reputation because he’s like 7, so he’s more open with being directly nice to her. He acts a lot more genuinely with their friendship overall compared present day where he finds it a lot harder to earnestly share his appreciation of Sayori as a cool sigma male

A lot of their banter is light hearted, but Sayori doesn’t start interpreting his teasing for actual criticism of her character until a little later into their relationship. His jokes probably hurt more in hindsight when they do end up drifting apart because his lighthearted jokes stated feeling more real.

It’s sorta implied in side stories that there was a point where everyone found out about her depression and was worried constantly about her. It probably was from an old friend group considering nobody else seems to know about it, but I feel like mc drifted apart before that considering he doesn’t know. I think they became friends again by sides stories, but considering he doesn’t act like he’s as concerned for her well-being as he is by the end of act one, he probably wasn’t there when everyone else found out and therefore doesn’t know about the depression here either. Idk though side stories have different continuity apparently so who knows maybe that never happened or maybe he’s just stupid

Yeah of course she still has depression here. It probably got worse over time though since I feel like her constant silly oblivious persona would have came from somewhere. She is naturally pretty upbeat, it’s just that she had to lie more over time in order to keep that idea going. Now she feels like that old her is basically dead, with her just masquerading as someone who isn’t there anymore.

She’s like the only one here who has a positive opinion of her past self, to the point where she actively wants to go back and be that person. In a way she still is that little kid, but at the same time things can never go back to how they were. Uh yeah but she still hates herself so I guess no one gets to reap the rewards of caring for their past self.

She also trips constantly. I don’t think it’s that surprising

Since Monika has the least specific info on her past I got to be a bit silly about it and make up as much as I wanted.

She is like completely different from her present self. Similar to Natsuki she’s also sorta identityless but in a weird quiet gifted kid sorta way instead of an angry lost child sorta way.

She’s pretty quiet and doesn’t talk much. With a pretty expressionless face and more deadpan voice she kinda gives creepy horror movie child vibes but the type of child that appears before the horror actually starts (which is to say not actually scary but just kinda weird) (I just realized a lot of this is just me projecting what I was like as a kid but with less prep energy)

Yeah she’s extroverted but at this point she doesn’t really seek out people until she starts actively trying to boost her image

She doesn’t really have many hobbies outside of being a teacher pet and if it weren’t for her stellar grades she totally would of been bullied, but she’s nice enough to help people study so she’s safe

She isn’t really the most popular in school until high school. She does start out as the token prodigy gifted kid so everyone expected her to excel in everything so on a whim she’s like ‘ok guess I’m doing everything now’ and it’s totally not going to alter the course of her life forever

She likes the validation and wants to live up to the expectations so she starts leaning super hard into the perfect image. She gradually starts joining clubs, getting cool achievements, studying for those straight A+ grades, talking to people and networking, and overall changing her image from quiet kid to strong confidence friendly student who’s going to go far. Awesome

She kinda had to train herself to not be weird creepy child and would practice smiling, facial expressions, being more sociable, talking less deadpan, etc. She has a lot of “fake it till you make it” vibes in the side stories to the point I don’t think she even realizes she’s doing it. I imagine her going from weird little kid to most popular high schooler around was like wearing the mask until it became the real thing.

Tbh this whole design started because I really like the headcanon design of her bangs covering her eyes. And then I gave her a stripped shirt because it felt generic but also not boring but it ended up making her look like one of the seven human souls lol

Honestly if I could describe her vibe here in one sentence it would be utdr protagonist but like in prep school

ok that’s it idrk how to end this but thanks for watching hit the like and subscribe and

[oneforthemunny]

okay for my first reader moodboard, i decided to do my beloved nepobaby!reader from the rockstar!eddie universe :)

this is the guidelines i followed if anyone wants to participate as well, i'd love to see them! i'll put an explanation at the bottom for each one :)

top: animal, place, plant

middle: character (vibe/personality only not appearance), season, hobby

bottom: food, color, drink

starting with animal- i felt that this would be more of one she had rather than represents her. like a small, purse dog, just feels nb asf. yappy, spoiled, hates eddie lol. before paris hilton and tinkerbell, there was nb and he dog.

place- eddie's garden. this comes later in life, when he enters his gardening era, which btw he enters bc he knows how much she loves very natural, organically grown things (with the babies). like she makes her own baby food type vibe, and he got sick of going to the farmer's market as much, and decided to do a grand gesture (as he does) and have a garden made. and he's so dedicated to it, and she loves to spend time with him out there. she has her own little herb patch, which i'll come back to.

plant- i went with a rose. we know her love of flowers, that each of the girls have one, but she loves roses, and i would say that best fits her. popular, loved, romantic, but filled with thorns. gotta be careful with her.

character- i went with claire from the breakfast club bc their vibe is one in the same, like she could be written based on her. a princess, a little mean, and everyone thinks she's got the perfect life bc it appears to be that way, but then you learn more. specifically the thing with her parents really always reminds me of her.

season- nb always reminds me of spring. bright and sunny, but can rain at any given moment. you never know what the weather is going to be, but things are blooming back to life after being dead all winter. specifically when it's pouring rain and it's still sunny outside.

hobby- i feel she's big into herbalism. maybe has always been a little into it, but when she becomes a mother, she gets big into it. into natural remedies (still vaccinates and believes in medicine, but likes a natural remedy too- very balanced lol). knows what works best for what, has a whole little shed with all her herbs that eddie grows for her <3

food- banana bread lol. it's her favorite. she's a sneaky good baker, like you wouldn't think it at all but she's so good at it. and banana bread?? i swear that's what got eddie to admit his feelings for her. the first time she made him some, he was dropping to his knees in a love confession, like that sealed the deal. it's her specialty because it's her fav.

color- lavender. for many reasons, mainly bc i just feel it for her, but also bc lavender is seen as a luxury color, healing, and romantic lol. just feels like her.

drink- a spicy, fruity margarita. maybe her fav to drink, but just feels like her. got a kick to it, sweet, can get crazy, goes down really smooth lol. spicy and fruity doesn't seem like it would go together, but it does really well, blends perfectly.

[old-man-minecraft-yaoi]

A Minecraft Movie Character Ages

This is based on vibes, math, actor ages, and head canons

First up

Henry -14

Based on the fact that Chuglass HS is in fact a high school and it seems like the first day id say he's probably 14. His actor is 15 and most likely wouldn't play a character older. I don't think henry is 15 because most kids start freshman year at 14. Why can't he be a sophomore? Well, I thought he was in middle school till i remembered Chuglass is a high school...

Next up

Natalie -18-24

There is nothing specific determining her age other than she can presumable have custody over Henry and she can own a house, making her at lease 18. She does look young but i don't think the movie tried to make her look young, the actress just looks like that naturally. The actress is 23, usually with younger actors i wouldn't head canon the characters age older but as you can see i put the high end of her age range as 24. my reasoning is that i like parallels and even numbers (you will notice a lot on this post). her being 24 and Henry being 14 makes them 10 years apart and i like that. that is the extent of my reasoning... I'm not tied down to any of the ages for her, let me know your thoughts.

Ooo up next

Garrett -50

another parallel guys. i like the idea that he won his gaming world championship in 1989 at 14, the same age Henry is now. and then we do some math. 1989-14=1975 that's the year he was born. then minus 1975 from 2025 and it equals 50. his actor is 45 but older actors can age up with out it seeming crazy.

Next... I am-

Steve - 50

honestly i just wanted him and Garrett to be the same age so i could write a high school au... his actor is 55 but once an actor gets middle aged their characters start looking like less specific ages and more just generally middle aged so its not crazy to say he could be 50. i also wanted to bring up that I'd like to think he went to the overworld in 2009, when Steve was introduced to Minecraft. that would make him 34 in 2009

Up next ;}

Dawn -34

i say 34 because once again another parallel. even though their life's are on totally different paths i feel like her and Steve (pre overworld) have the same vibe of just doing stuff and haven't found their niche. i know Steve was miserable and Dawn isn't, they're opposites but also the same. her actress is 35 so it would be sane to say Dawn is 34.

last but not *hrr* least

Vice Principal Marlene -63

there's nothing much to say here, her actress is 63. she could quite possible be younger but there is nothing really to go off of other than you need at least a masters degree and several years of experience as a teacher to be a vice principal. so technically she could be 25 i guess but I've never seen a young vice principal so I'm just going to stick to the actresses age of 63.

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Malborn nation rise up!! some of my headcanons for our boy!!

(most of these are just some shit I made up with zero canon backing tbh)

General Headcanons

I am pushing SO hard for the “Malborn and Ronthil are related” agenda. I imagine they’re siblings and don’t know the other survived the fire

Physically around 25-26, absolute short king at 5’2” (157.48 cm)

Real name is Corian (I really want to see what other people headcanon his name is)

Considered to be physically very “plain” amongst Bosmer (average height, most common eye and hair color, etc.), but is considered cute by non-Bosmer

On that note, hates being called cute or cutesy nicknames. In general doesn’t like people commenting on his appearance, but he finds “cute” to be especially demeaning

Strong supporter of “all bosmer get antlers” and he’s no exception. Keeps his on the shorter side

Also a strong supporter of “bosmer have white fawn spots when they’re children that fade a when they’re older”. His are still somewhat visible, but only on his shoulders

Was a middle child with an older and a younger sister. His parents were expecting another child when they died

Favorite food is mushrooms and pheasant

Decent with a bow because everyone in Valenwood learns archery, but his hands shake a lot whenever he uses one (partially due to nerves, partially due to a lack of muscle). His aim is impeccable in other areas, though

Needless to say, has pretty bad anxiety

Likes to draw in whatever free time he has. He’s actually a pretty good artist

Fluent in Altmeris to the point he doesn’t have much of a foreign accent when speaking (more on this later)

Sneaks out information to Delphine on a monthly basis. He has a deal with the Khajiit caravans where they’ll take his messages to her in exchange for whatever he can steal from the Embassy

Has very neat and practiced handwriting

Doesn’t actually really like alcohol, it’s just part of his job

I wanted to give him a friend in the Embassy so I just made him and Brelas close. She’s like his younger sister

Very good at cooking and cleaning (he had a job at a tavern beforehand + headcanoned Bosmer gender roles)

Can’t swim

Has a very dry sense of humor

His specific job at the Embassy is a mix of cupbearer and one of Elenwen’s many personal servants. He can get all the intel Delphine wants because Elenwen dictates her letters while he writes them

Secures Delphine the party invitation due to his proximity to Elenwen (who thinks he can’t really understand Altmeris when he very much does)

“Malborn” is an uncommon but not unusual Bosmeri name

Has issues with his physical presence and body because he’s treated very poorly at the end of the day; being forced to work a job you hate for people who don’t see you as worthy of common decency tends to do that to you. basically he’s like an extreme version of a retail worker

Personally made him sex negative asexual, he just has those vibes as someone who is also that (definitely not projecting onto him and societal attitudes toward Bosmer men as an ace fem east asian whaaat)

Have a plot point where he gets an antler injury during Diplomatic Immunity. it’s still in the velvet stage, so it grows back wonky

Backstory Headcanons

From a slightly more traditional family, followed some of the Green Pact tenets when growing up. Tries to start again after leaving the Embassy

Mother is from Falinesti and owned an inn, father is from rural Valenwood. Both were closely affiliated with the Blades

Their basement served as a base of operations for the Blades, particularly Esbern and a young Delphine

Was highkey being molded into a Blades asset from a young age; both his education and physical location were tailored to make him a good informant (so yeah they did kind of plan out a lot of what happens to him)

Family was killed after the Falinesti Incident (he’s about 15), escaped with Delphine and Esbern to Arenthia, where he gets a job at a tavern

Delphine was stationed in Valenwood when the Great War breaks out, narrowly avoided getting hunted by the Thalmor. Convinced Malborn to escape with her to Cyrodiil

Got caught crossing the border (Thalmor made it illegal to leave the Dominion during wartime), Delphine escaped but he was arrested

Instead of getting killed, Elenwen “hires” him due to his proficiency in Altmeri and his background as a tavern worker in Arenthia (I don’t think he’s the type of person to willingly work for the people who killed his family and would kill him if they ever found out who he was)

Bro does NOT get paid for his work and has zero employee benefits outside of “not dying”. labor laws in Tamriel suck ass apparently

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wtf... persona 3 marching band AU???

Context under the cut because there's a LOT behind this...

Okay. Background.

Last month I had to fly across the country for marching band. We had a two day trip where we flew to the opposite side of the country on a 5 hour flight and then immediately had to perform and play for a football game. The very next morning we had to fly back home on another 5 hour flight. All in all. It was 46 hours. Call time was 3:30 am so I had to wake up at 2 am the day of. I could not sleep on the plane and due to Issues with the rooming situation, I elected to sleep curled up in a wooden chair. I did not sleep for more than 15 minutes at a time that night. I also could not sleep on the plane ride back. On the way back, I was so exhausted and sleep deprived, I was insanely nauseous and so, so dehydrated. I had a pounding headache that wouldn't go away and I kind of hated literally everything.

Do you guys know that specific genre of fanart where people draw their favorite characters working like shitty minimum wage jobs as a way of coping with their own shitty minimum wage jobs? Yeah. Same idea here. I came up with marching band headcanons for p3-5 characters and it was comforting to be quite honest. It also filled up the time on that flight. Now that the season is over, I'm getting like marching band withdrawal so I wanted to draw out some of these headcanons. I put way too much thought into these, but here are the headcanons for the p3 crew lmao:

Minato - Pit, Bass Guitar: I figured he wouldn't really be a big fan of marching but would still want to play music so pit seemed like a good fit. Bass guitar specifically was just based off of Vibes.

Kotone - Trumpet Section Leader: Maybe it's because she's the MC but idk, trumpet just seemed to fit and I felt like she'd be section leader on top of that.

Yukari - Piccolo: Okay. This one PAINED me because irl I hate the piccolo section at my school. They're so annoying and so impressively united in being consistently and confidently WRONG. But I have to admit, Yukari unfortunately has piccolo energy. She's still my fave idc.

Junpei - Trombone: He just had to be low brass, c'mon. He's definitely also the kind of guy to call himself a "boner."

Akihiko - Color Guard Section Leader: My first inclination was trumpet. However, I remembered a guy in color guard at my school who's very much a gym bro and takes guard WAY too seriously. Yeah. That made me assign Akihiko to color guard. Probably played trumpet in middle school though.

Mitsuru - Drum Major, formerly Alto Saxophone: She obviously had to be drum major, no question about it. Idk why really I decided on alto saxophone though, I just felt that she wouldn't be a brass player and sax fit the best outside of that.

Fuuka - Pit, Vibraphone: Same reasoning as Minato but I feel like she'd fw vibraphone specifically idk why. Lowkey this one is also vaguely based off the personality of someone in my school's marching band.

Aigis - Mellophone: I feel like she'd be a brass player but definitely not low brass and also not trumpet. Hence, the mellophone. It also did occur to me that maybe playing a reed instrument as a robot that like probably doesn't have salivary glands would be ummm, difficult to say the least.

Ken - Percussion: Okay so, he's not in high school so he would be in like concert band for middle school instead. He seems like he'd gravitate towards percussion but like he would actually take it seriously as opposed to the average middle school percussionist who just screws around in the back of the band room while the director talks to the wind section. If he were in high school, center snare.

Shinjiro - Baritone: Had to be low brass. I also considered sousaphone, but baritone I felt was a better choice. I feel like he probably only did band in middle school because Akihiko decided to do it and then Akihiko switched to guard in high school but Shinjiro just figured "I already play this fuckass euphonium, might as well march with the baritone."

Ryoji - Trumpet or Pit, Drum Set: I figured he would join whatever section the MC was in, hence the two different choices here.

Chidori - Clarinet: Just pretend she's also in high school. Umm anyways, definitely a woodwind player but piccolo/flute and sax just didn't fit. As someone who plays the clarinet, just trust me on this one.

Umm anyways, I might draw more of these for p4 and p5, but we'll see. I'm cringe, but I'm free <3