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[theoutcastrogue]

Undecided about D&D 5.5 and the 2024 rules

Pros:

Weapon Mastery

Cunning Strike

stat boosts and skills moving from Species to Backgrounds

the PHB rules glossary and the DMG toolkit (for ease of use)

origin feats, and general feats giving +1 to a stat

easier to homebrew player-facing rules (because feats and subclasses are more streamlined)

some big changes, some minor tweaks

Cons:

power creep (full assessment pending until the MM comes out)

uneven power creep

stealth makes no sense

they fully bailed on the skill system

strains suspension of disbelief even more

less support for homebrewed monsters

some big changes, some minor tweaks

The CR system needs playtesting with the new Monster Manual, so assessment pending. We're probably gonna see much more dangerous monsters: Cure Wounds straight up doubled the hp it heals, and healing in general is a lot more generous. I don't know if that bloat was necessary, or motivated by anything other than "players can do MOAR damage now, buy our new books to be COOLER!", followed by a domino effect.

At this point, I'm torn between incorporating a few 5.5 rules to 5e, or a few 5e rules to 5.5, or whole other subsystems to either (I'm looking at the skill system of Level Up a.k.a. Advanced 5th Edition, it's interesting), or abandoning D&D altogether (because I'm tired, not because it's that bad). But I'm pretty sure I won't adopt 5.5 as is.

Assessment pending.

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Time Will Tell - Chapter 1.30

My Time Will Tell Masterlist

My Cha Hyun-su Masterlist

My Navigation and Masterlist

The Time Will Tell Glossary

Warnings: Shooting, choking, Hyun-su being a sweetie <3. Word Count: 2,280

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Watching the elevator doors close and separate you and the people inside from Eun-hyuk and everyone outside made you feel queasy. The sight of Hyun-su lying unconscious on the floor didn’t help with your nausea either. The leader wouldn’t take his eyes off you as you made weak efforts to escape the clutches of the person restraining you. He didn’t even blink until the bell dung signaling you were at the top floor. 

The person holding you, and you by result, were the first to follow the leader out when he exited the elevator. Meanwhile, two of the thugs behind you were in charge of dragging Hyun-su and all of you ascended the stairs up to the roof. You cringed every time the thugs let Hyun-su's legs bump against the steps loudly. Ui-myeong was the last to leave the elevator and follow behind them.

The man in front of you stretched his arms wide and sighed when he crossed the final step and reached the roof. The sun was just starting to set over the horizon and it left the remaining streams of light to shine in a golden glow over each of you. It would have been a beautiful sunset if you had the opportunity to enjoy it without all the chaos that was happening. 

You remained in the bandana guy’s grip the entire time; he didn’t falter it for a second. Even as he held up a lighter in one of his hands to light his boss’s cigarette, he still didn’t falter his grip. 

“Let’s just burn him,” he suggested. You stilled your movements, utterly terrified they would do that and make you watch as the boy lost his life. 

“Mm-mm,” the leader denied with a shake of his head. “That’s no fun,” he looked over the edge of the building thoughtfully before a grin lit up his face. “Will the fall kill him?” He asked finally. You knew personally it wouldn’t but you didn’t want to tell him that in fear they would try something else. It may have been selfish but you would’ve rather Hyun-su fall from this height and get a few injuries that he could recover from instead of possibly die from whatever other method of torture the leader had brewing in his mind. “No, wait. Let’s gut him, huh? Or should I cut off his head and keep it as a souvenir?” He asked rhetorically, unintentionally confirming your point.

The bandana guy laughed nervously. “No…”

“He’s not human anyway,” he reasoned before his eyes set on you. “Have you got nothing to say little bird? You were fighting so hard to get out of your cage earlier,” he pouted mockingly. “Now you look too terrified to move. Ooh, I have an idea,” he grinned. “Maybe we should make you watch? Kill that little sister of yours if you don’t? What do you think?”

Your eyes widened in fear for the girl but you didn’t get a chance to answer when Hyun-su rose to stand up and started walking towards the roof’s entrance. You felt a mix of relief and betrayal as you thought about him leaving you alone with this group. 

“What are you going to do? Are you going to leave your girl here, lover boy?” The leader teased again. Hyun-su didn’t falter with his steps even at the mention of you and he kept walking until he got shot in the back of the shoulder by the man. 

He fell to the ground just as he reached the entrance and breathed heavily, trying to overcome the pain. He grabbed the flimsy metal gate that covered the entrance and slammed it shut with him still out on the roof with you. The betrayal and relief both disappeared from your system, replaced with a different relief and then fear; relief that he wasn’t leaving you and fear that he wasn’t leaving.

After that, he stood and turned around to face the group. “Nobody gets down from here,” he promised them, but his eyes landing on yours told a different story. 

‘Nobody except for you.’

“I see… You’re pretty tough,” the leader praised as he wrapped an arm around the shoulders of the bandana guy, consequently bringing you closer to him as well. Hyun-su’s eyes narrowed in on the action and you saw the rage building inside them. “You don’t seem to get the picture here. I’ll kill you slowly, as many times as I want, all while making your little princess here,” he condescendingly grabbed your cheek like a grandmother would a baby. “Watch each one.”

He then started walking toward the boy, raising his gun and you started thrashing again, screaming out your protests until suddenly something stopped him in his tracks. 

Blood spurted from his mouth as a tentacle appendage punctured into his throat and lifted him off the ground. You followed the limb down from where it went through his neck and saw it was attached to Ui-myeong. 

He walked him backward, raising him over the barrier of the roof so he was dangling over the edge. Ui-myeong clicked his tongue in disappointment. “You crossed the line this time, Jung-seop.”

When he yanked his hand back and the man started to fall, you could only watch in a mix of horror and fascination. You could only wonder, was he the same type of monster as Hyun-su? Was he the kind who was able to take control of his monster and not give up his humanity? 

The guilty relief you felt at the loud satisfying crash signaling the death of the leader - only feeling guilty because it was a human life that was lost - was cut short when one of the men off to the side pulled the trigger to their gun and sent a bullet into Ui-myeong’s neck just as he turned around. He fell backwards and you almost thought your predictions about him being the same as Hyun-su were incorrect until he righted himself and the bullet was sent flying back into the man who shot it with incredible speed. 

The man holding you froze with fear, not even noticing his arm around you had tightened to a point where you were choking but you couldn’t bring yourself to try and get out of it. You were so exhausted; not to mention, you were a little scared too. 

Ui-myeong approached the two of you, his eyes staring down at you before he looked at the bandana guy. “You want that too?” He asked, a teasing lilt to his voice. 

“No…” the man protested, shaking his head lightly. “No, no. I don’t… I don’t want that, please.”

Ui-myeong seemed content with that answer as he gently unraveled the guy’s arm from around your neck and you started gasping for air. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you surprisingly didn’t flinch at the touch when he did and started to lead you over to Hyun-su with him. You stumbled with each step but he kept you steady. When you looked at Hyun-su, he seemed just as shocked in place as you were and it made sense why he didn’t come after you immediately. When you got close enough, though, he snapped out of it and reached for you, pulling you into him for a hug. You gripped his bloodied sweater and breathed, just trying to get everything in your body under your control again. 

“I like that look on your face,” Ui-myeong told the boy holding you and you could practically hear the smile on his face. “It’s nice to meet you.”

A helicopter flew by overhead and you snapped your head up to look at it. When you did, you saw a bunch of orange fliers falling from the sky. 

The boy across from you leaned down to pick one up from the floor and looked at it before his attention focused on the bullet wound in Hyun-su’s chest. He touched it gently and sighed. “It must hurt. I know how it feels,” he confessed. “You can never get used to it.”

“Why did you kill him?” Hyun-su asked him the question that had been burning in your mind ever since he dropped Jung-seop over the edge of the roof. 

“Well, I thought you’d be grateful especially since I saved your girl from having to watch you die instead,” he looked at you and caressed a strand of your hair with his bloodied hand. You couldn’t bring yourself to muster the energy to pull away so instead you just let him. 

“But the two of you were on the same side, weren’t you?” You asked him. Your face was still partially buried in Hyun-su’s sweater but your voice was loud enough to be heard. 

Ui-myeong laughed like you made the funniest joke. “How can a wolf and a rabbit be on the same side? Oh, you’re adorable. The rabbit was pretending to be a wolf so I just played along,” he explained. “But there’s no need for that now,” his gaze returned to looking Hyun-su in the eyes. He raised his hands in an innocent gesture before saying, “It’s not a crime for a wolf to kill a rabbit. That just makes sense in this crazy world now.”

“There are monsters that don’t harm… humans,” Hyun-su told him in a way that almost seemed judgemental but you were inclined to believe it wasn’t. 

“Yeah? Do you know of one? Because I haven’t seen one like that anywhere.”

The two stared at each other for a moment before Hyun-su leaned down and wrapped one arm under your knees and the other around your back. He lifted you up bridal style and you squealed before he turned around and walked into the staircase. Ui-myeong followed behind him. 

“Hyun-su, what are you doing?” You asked him, cautiously wrapping your arms around his neck as he started walking down the stairs. 

“You were stumbling earlier. I don’t want you to have to walk,” he said quietly. It was a sweet gesture and you smiled while placing your head against his shoulder. “How’s your side feeling?”

You shrugged the best you could in your current position. “Could be better. I don’t think moving and thrashing as much as I was helped it but I’ll live.”

“You better,” he said under his breath so softly you wouldn’t have heard him if you weren’t so close. 

The rest of the walk as he descended to the 14th floor was spent in silence. The trip was short considering the building was only 15 stories and it was only a floor difference. He walked down the hall before stopping in front of door 1408 and walking inside. 

Ui-myeong looked around the room curiously while you were placed down gently on the bed in the corner. 

To be honest, it had been so long since you’d last slept in a bed that just the feeling of it mixed with how exhausted your body was made you feel close to dozing off while sitting up. You completely tuned out the conversation the boys were having as you tried everything to keep yourself awake. 

Eventually, you failed and found yourself passed out on the bed. 

Meanwhile, Ui-myeong turned away from the baby monster in the bathroom once he grabbed his coat and looked at Hyun-su. “But will there be humans that don’t harm monsters?” He pulled out the folded flier that the helicopter distributed when you were on the roof and tapped it against Hyun-su’s chest. The text on the paper said:

SPECIAL INFECTEE REPORT GUIDE.

WE GUARANTEE THE SAFETY OF ANYONE WHO REPORTS A SPECIAL INFECTEE. YOU WILL BE TRANSFERRED TO A SAFE CAMP. 

It was utter bullshit and anyone who was paying attention would be able to figure that out, but the majority of the people downstairs would probably be too scared to think straight and view it as an opportunity to be saved. “Do you still think those people you’re trying to protect will welcome you after reading this?” He asked him with a tilt of his head. Then, he pointed to where you were lying down on the bed. “Do you think she will?”

Hyun-su looked over at your sleeping face and wished he could imprint it into his mind forever. Every moment he’d spent with you in the past month flashed through his mind. Every kindness, every laugh, every smile, every hug. It made him more than sure that even though he had doubts about every person waiting for him downstairs, he would trust you, always and forever.

You wouldn’t turn him in even if he asked you to and that was something he was sure of. 

So, instead of answering his question right away, Hyun-su walked over to where you lay and kneeled in front of you. Your face was peaceful as you slept and it made his heart flutter. As he brushed a loose strand of hair out of your face, he smiled softly. “She will. I know she will.”

“How about we find out.”

You’d woken up very shortly after you fell asleep and found yourself in Hyun-su’s arms again but this time in the elevator. It was descending slowly and you watched the numbers go down.

11

10

9

8

It kept lowering and you finally really noticed you were still in Hyun-su’s arms. “You can put me down now, it might be weird for the group to see me being carried for no reason,” you reasoned as you ignored the heating of your cheeks. 

He nodded reluctantly and placed you down just in time for the elevator to descend the last 3 final floors and open to the lobby. 

Ding!

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A/N: I don't know why the number for the elevator floors are so big if you're reading this on a computer. Idk how to fix them so we will just have to endure it.

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[pix4japan]

A Glimpse into Torii Gate Architecture at Kawaguchi Asama Shrine

Location: Fujikawaguchiko, Yamanashi Pref., Japan Timestamp: 15:24・2024/03/20

Pentax K-1 II + DFA 28-105mm F3.5-5.6 + CP 28 mm ISO 100 for 1/200 sec. at ƒ/7.1

The large torii gate warmly welcomes visitors to the cedar-tree lined approach to the Kawaguchi Asama Shrine. Many of these trees are 800 years old and have stood tall since the Kamakura Period (1185–1333).

Historical records indicate the original torii gate was built to a height of approximately 13 m (42.65 ft) in 1688, and rebuilt in 1697 to a height of 16.4 m (53.80 ft).

The current torii gate was built of concrete in 1965 and stands approximately 18 m (59.05 ft) high. One of the cornerstones of the original gate remains at the right foot of the current gate.

Discover more about the fascinating history and symbolism of the torii gate at Kawaguchi Asama Shrine. Delve into the meaning behind the inscription on the gate, explore the intricate design elements of this shrine and similar types, and provide a glossary of key Japanese words used in torii gate construction. Plus, find Google Maps links for easy navigation and additional source materials for further reading. Read the full write-up here: https://www.pix4japan.com/blog/20240320-torii

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Glosario de Turupa's (seres mágicos)

Glosario de Seres mágicos/manifestaciones o personalmente mi idea es llamarlos "Tarupa's" o "Kengen's". La razón es simple, varia información se pierde o se confunde con la serie de padrinos mágicos o con manifestaciones que no tiene que ver en el tema.

Pm: Esto es una contracción de "Padrino mágico", el ser mágicos más popular, es el nombre para masculino de estos seres

Mm: Hace referencia a "Madrina magica" la contracción femenina del anterior termino

Vm: "Vampiro mágico", este se puede usar para ambos géneros, hace referencia a los seres mágicos que son vampiros

Hm: "Híbrido mágico), hace referencia a todos los hibridos

Dm: "Dimensión"

Sub: "Subliminal"

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Glossary of Turupas (magical beings)

Glossary of magical beings/manifestations or my personal idea is to call them "Tarupa's" or "Kengen's". The reason is simple, a lot of information is lost or confused with the series of magical godfathers or with manifestations that have nothing to do with the subject.

Pm: This is a contraction of "Fairy Godfather", the most popular magical being, it is the masculine name for these beings.

Mm: It refers to "Magical Godmother" the feminine contraction of the previous term

Vm: "Magical vampire", this can be used for both genders, it refers to magical beings that are vampires

Hm: "Magic hybrid", refers to all hybrids

Sub: "Subliminal"

Dm: "Dimension"

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[kitkatt0430]

i have officially been sucked into Tears of the Kingdom. Any willpower to finish out Symphonia first died the moment I had the chance to save and quit to 'test it out'. That said, I'm just gonna have to swap between the two games because I do want to finish my Symphonia replay.

TotK spoilers next

So I like that TotK gives a reason why Link's been nerfed once the game 'really' begins. So after the prologue beneath the castle, it makes sense why Link's down to his three hearts/default stamina ring when he wakes up again. Admittedly, there are other things not making sense but I'm going with 'Zelda stole Link's clothes' and 'Rauru's hand flew Link up to the sky before merging with him'.

I did kind of feel like the awakening in the sky was a little too much of a parallel to his awakening in Breath of the Wild. I guess this Link just does that now. It's his thing. Waking up naked but for his underwear in strange, ancient temples and then hanging out with a ghost who is mostly non judgmental about Link's state of undress. *snicker*

I like the new powers. Fusing is super useful, rewind is also super useful, and the ascend power is pretty awesome too. I am wondering why we've got a knock off Sheikah Slate - the Purah Pad - but hopefully if I seek out Purah later that'll get explained. And despite not having the Sheikah Slate's special abilities, the Purah Pad seems like it's still pretty useful - still has the map, camera, and warp abilities, I'm assuming I'll unlock a sensor and item glossary later - so it compliments the new source of Link's special abilities quite well.

I've done 4 shrines thus far - I was hopeful that maybe the Temple of Time would be a starter dungeon, but nope. I'm hoping for more actual non-shrine dungeons as I get further into the game and that they're bigger and more complicated than what BotW had. The shrines are interesting mini-dungeons and I do enjoy having lots of those. But there's something really satisfying about a proper Zelda dungeon that the shrines don't quite manage to embody.

Anyway, I only really went as far as completing the training ground and then making a splashdown in Hyrule. So tomorrow I'll start checking out my old BotW stomping grounds and, hopefully, starting to re-fill in that map.

There have been a lot of references to previous games in the series already. Rauru has shown up in the past, previously as the Sage of Light in Ocarina of Time. Now he's a Zonai ,the previous, uh... owner... of Link's new hand, and our latest ghost friend who apparently got to know Zelda during Link's most recent long nap. Zelda geeked out over the Zonai ruins beneath the castle which included depictions of the Imprisoning War, which has been mentioned in previous games though unless it's Skyward Sword (i don't really think so) i can't remember which (so many wars as backstory in these games). The Demon King is depicted as well - Ganondorf, of course, who shows up just a little further down in the caves.

The ruins in the sky is itself a reference both to Skyward Sword and Twilight Princess, where people lived on floating islands. The bird shaped gliders remind me a bit of the Loftwings - miss those guys, such loyal and kind birds...

As far as old enemies made new go, Like Likes are back and as unsettling as ever. I'm just glad they don't make the weird squelching noise I associate with the OoT/MM version of these things.

[ashleshashekhawat21]

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1. Understanding Complex Processes

Challenge: SAP PP is centered on complex manufacturing processes, and it requires a solid grasp of production planning, material requirements planning (MRP), and scheduling. Beginners often struggle with these core concepts if they don't already have a background in manufacturing or supply chain management.

Tip: Familiarize yourself with basic production and manufacturing concepts before diving into SAP PP. Courses or resources on general production planning and supply chain principles can provide helpful context.

2. Mastering SAP Terminology

Challenge: SAP uses specific terms and abbreviations, such as BOM (Bill of Materials), Work Centers, Routing, MRP, and Master Data, which can be overwhelming at first.

Tip: Keep a glossary of SAP terms handy and regularly refer to it. Practice using these terms in the context of SAP PP to understand how they interrelate.

3. Navigating the SAP Interface

Challenge: The SAP GUI (Graphical User Interface) is not always intuitive for beginners. Navigating through screens, fields, and transactions, especially in a module as detailed as SAP PP, can be confusing.

Tip: Spend time learning how to use the SAP GUI and exploring basic SAP navigation, commands, and shortcuts. Familiarity with the interface will make it easier to focus on the PP module itself.

4. Configuring SAP PP

Challenge: SAP PP involves customizing and configuring settings to align with specific business processes. Beginners may struggle with understanding how to configure SAP PP to support unique production requirements.

Tip: Start with standard SAP configurations and learn the logic behind them before diving into custom configurations. SAP training environments or sandbox systems can be helpful for practice.

5. Mastering Data Management

Challenge: SAP PP is highly data-driven, relying on master data such as material master, work center, and routing data. Mistakes in data entry or a lack of understanding of data dependencies can lead to errors in production planning.

Tip: Take time to thoroughly understand each type of master data and practice entering data accurately. Review case studies or examples to see how data is structured in a well-organized SAP PP system.

6. Integrating with Other Modules

Challenge: SAP PP does not operate in isolation; it integrates with modules like SAP MM (Materials Management), SAP SD (Sales and Distribution), and SAP QM (Quality Management). This cross-functional nature can be difficult to grasp at first.

Tip: Start with a high-level understanding of how SAP PP connects to other modules. Learn how data flows between them and how processes in one module impact the others.

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Tip: Document error codes and common issues as you encounter them. Use the SAP Help Portal or online forums like SAP Community for specific troubleshooting tips.

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[nutteu]

frame the picture pretty [Chapter III]

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[AO3 Chapter I] [AO3 Chapter II] [AO3 Chapter III] [AO3 Chapter IV] [Glossaries]

Ash, winter, and one big bed in the making. [Set on the winter on the first chapter, corpse haven't met scarra as a part of J10, not yet.]

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People had never had any problem in saying whatever they assumed of things they had only seen the half of. Knowledge brought power, and the fools wielded it for centuries from certain truths that in no way encompassed all the connecting nodes. They said, Sykkuno was as soft as the dream in the winter nights, right before their bodies froze over and people found the decaying remains months after. They said, he was as weak as the sweet little prince in fairy tales, never knowing that the prince was the one who devised the King’s assassination just because he wanted to keep the lowly tavern maid he had fallen in love with.

Corpse touched the sides of Sykkuno’s face, and saw the flutters of his lashes, and wondered once again how people could ever see Sykkuno in other lights but the red mist of danger.

In the first winter they had gone through together, Ash was ruthless in her obsession and Corpse almost pitied the way she was so afraid of the cold and the looming threat of loneliness in the white, uncaring blanket of the snow. As he ran his fingers through Sykkuno’s hair, Ash looked into the furnace and said, “My old teammates abandoned me in the winter just a little over two years ago. I’ve been getting by alone before I met Sykkuno.”

Corpse didn’t know why she bothered. But then again, Sykkuno had been lecturing him about the importance of emotional connection, while he himself ensnared and played with people’s heart with an unfairly pretty smile on his face. He thought, he ought to call out Sykkuno on that, but Corpse liked the way Sykkuno talked so mockingly gentle with other people, so effortless in his goal to be underestimated and looked down upon. It brought a satisfaction to his primal side, if anything. That this person he felt unexplained urges for, could defend himself and strike if ever needed.

“It must have been rough on you,” he said, for the lack of better things to express. He knew Ash didn’t expect sentiments; all of the inhabitants of this island had to survive one way or another. Ash’s story held no difference to hundreds others. But he listened still—this was the person Sykkuno respected and stayed with. If she talked long enough, Corpse might even have more pieces of the puzzle he was trying to figure out.

“Mm, yeah,” she replied. “He just showed up out of nowhere. He had his base nearby, apparently. He invited me to stay, and I was ready to run for the hills, you know? Which probably wouldn’t work out too well, considering he’s an alpha and his base is on the hills.”

Corpse let out a small laugh, and Sykkuno mumbled something incoherent in his sleep. He snuffled around and only settled when Corpse gave him a hand to hold against his chest. Ash glanced over and smiled a little.

“I was highly suspicious of him at the start,” Ash continued. “I mean, who in the world would just offer a warm place to stay at, food, bed, and security to a total stranger? Maybe there are people like that out there, Corpse, but we couldn’t even trust ourselves in this island, how could we trust others that easily?”

Sykkuno was awake, Corpse realized after some time. He was sure Ash realized as well. But none of them said anything about it, and Sykkuno kept his eyes closed. This wasn’t his place to interrupt what Ash had to say to Corpse. He caressed the line of Sykkuno’s jaw, and he sighed ever so softly in return.

Ash turned back to the furnace, as if seeing her memories on the flicker of the fire. She was almost too petite for a beta, pretty face that was at odd end with her efficiency with weapons, sweet voice and smiles that were almost as misleading as Sykkuno’s. The easy flutter in which she moved around him, the unassuming front she adopted with sliver of unexpected turns that never failed to surprise people, the earnest way she took care of them and made sure they got everything they needed day in and out—sometimes Corpse didn’t know where Ash ended and where Sykkuno began. There were traces of their behaviors and thoughts in each other that Corpse hadn’t quite reach yet with either of them.

“But the winter was over, and he still wanted me to stay.” She took a moment of silence, before looking at Corpse with sadness in the lines of her face. “He was lonely, Corpse. In some senses, I think he still is. He could have everything, but he was looking for something that can settle the constant restlessness under his skin. In a way, I’m really grateful you decided to bleed all over our newly grown patch of grass, you know? Sykkuno is even more insane and ruthless before we met you, but I like Sykkuno either way. I think he’s treading a dangerous path, but he has reasons to fight for, to stay alive for right now. I think that’s more than enough for me.”

Corpse looked away. There was a kind of intimacy and secrets in Ash’s eyes, in her voice, that he felt like he was eavesdropping a private conversation. Even if Ash meant for him to hear all of those, and Sykkuno was the one who woke up in the middle of it and listened in silence.

Ash stood then, patting her pants and smiling at Corpse. He thought, she looked like she wanted to cry. “He is by no means an angel, Corpse. He can kill better than you or I, and it’s always too easy for him to manipulate people when he couldn’t—even us. But…”

She trailed off, walked to where Corpse was sitting with Sykkuno’s head on his lap, and crouched to kiss his temple. She touched the corner of his closed eye, and said, “He chose us, and I think it’s foolish to try to deny that we’re willing to give nearly everything for him. Wouldn’t you think so, Corpse?”

He didn’t answer, and she didn’t need him to. She waved him a goodnight. When Corpse looked down, Sykkuno was looking at him with calculating eyes that were far too clear for someone who had only woken up moments ago.

“What can you gather form her story?” he asked, reaching out for the long scar on the side of Corpse’s left lip.

“That you trust her enough to say all of those to me,” he answered.

“She fell asleep out in the open,” he said. “I wanted to kill her. Give her mercy. But if I did that, then I might as well come back to the hole I’ve crawled out from. Ash is, in short, my saving graces. I wanted to lead my life the way I wanted to, and she strengthens that resolve. I might still have connections to my past, but we can’t truly escape from our ghosts, Corpse. I’m—I’m really glad I met her, and you.”

“Will you ever tell me?” Corpse asked, when Sykkuno had climbed onto his lap and leaned his head on his shoulder. He didn’t wash his hair today; it still smelled a little like smoke and woods, hints of sweat as he inhaled a lungful of his scent in this close proximity.

Sykkuno hesitated for the first time since he met him, and it made him pulled back, cupped his jaw in his hands. “When will you tell me?”

“Will you stay? If I tell you?” he asked then, looking at Corpse’s eyes with intensity that almost made him shudder. He could feel their alphas starting to stir from their clash of will. “I… have something I have to do, before I can get what I want, Corpse. And you’re very much involved with it. If you leave, I—I don’t even know if I can go on.”

He sighed. He was tired of Sykkuno dancing around the truth; so close to it but ever so cryptic when pressured. Close enough to reassure people, but he never confirmed anything, never gave straight words that could be remembered. Corpse was used to this kind of thing, sure. There were people who didn’t want unwelcomed parties from knowing too much. He had to strain and wrack his brain to understand the nuances and references properly. But with Ash as his only link to Sykkuno’s past, and Sykkuno himself clamming up in moments like this, he was clueless.

He closed the inches between them and nosed around his jaw, the skin of his neck, his Adam’s apple, and stayed at the crook of his neck. He still smelled the same. Corpse was more attuned to his scent nowadays, easier to notice it even if they weren’t pressed together like this. “I can only promise to stay long enough to listen,” he murmured against Sykkuno’s exhaled breath. “I don’t know what I will do, how I’ll feel afterwards.”

Sykkuno’s hand came up to clasp the back of his neck, tight enough for Corpse to feel the heat from his palm. “A-alright, yeah. That’s fair for me,” he said, and tipped his head further, signaling Corpse to complete his scenting. “I’ll tell you, when—when I have all the pieces I need for my plan. I promise.”

Corpse took a moment to look up, and closed his eyes as he went back to Sykkuno’s scent gland. “Okay,” he said. “Can we sleep together tonight?”

There was a smile in Sykkuno’s voice when he said, “But we always sleep together?”

He sighed, frustrated. Sykkuno was being a dolt on purpose. “No, on the same bed.”

They had never done that before. Sure, their beds were next to each other, and on some nights, they slept closer to the center to find each other’s body heat and risked waking up with pain on their sides from the ridges of the bed. Sykkuno let him scent him whenever Corpse wanted, sat on his lap like he belonged there, wasn’t afraid to challenge others when they started hinting at his and Corpse’s relationship, and yet Corpse had never once held him in his sleep. He wondered why he hadn’t asked earlier. That might have something to do with how he still didn’t understand why he felt like this specifically with Sykkuno, and his alpha wasn’t helping either in its extreme spectrum of intimacy and violent aggression when it came to the other alpha.

Sykkuno was silent for some time. When Corpse was done scenting him and pulled back to see his face, he looked like he was contemplating the history of the cold war. “Hmm… would we even fit though? Ash tends to forget not all of us have the luxury of keeping our feet on the bed all night.”

He wheezed out a laugh at that, but he had to admit that the bed Ash made was a tad too small for him. Even Sykkuno, who was a few inches shorter than Corpse, sometimes woke up with his legs on the floor if he moved too often in his sleep.

“That’s reasonable,” he said, but he wanted this, regardless the reason why. Sykkuno didn’t ask, either way. “I’m warmer than the blanket, though. You can—you can curl up and I’ll hold you.”

Sykkuno pretended to mull this over, nodding along the way Corpse did when he wasn’t paying attention to the chatters around him. He smiled fondly at that.

“Alright,” he said then. “But only because you’re literally a human furnace, Corpse. How- how do you do that? I feel like I fell short on the alpha advantages roulette.”

He grunted when he picked Sykkuno up. The guy was in no way as fluffy as he looked. He was still an alpha, with better strength and speed than regular people. He might look lanky and unassuming, but he moved undetected and was strong enough to saddle heavy bags around in his supply runs. Still, Corpse didn’t waste years of his life hauling dead bodies to fail in picking up a lighter one that could adjust to the way he moved.

Sykkuno yelped when he suddenly stood up, but was fast enough in his reaction to wrap his legs around Corpse’s waist and laughed as the taller man took several trembling steps before getting steadier the closer they went to their room.

“Good thing I’m lucky when it comes to gambling,” Corpse said as he closed the door with his leg, and gently put Sykkuno on his bed. He remembered his time sitting on the gambling house, watching the number went round and round with increasing frustration. He always won everything back, though, and then more. If he didn’t—well, there were always some unsuspecting fools ready to be killed on their way back from supply run. Those were some unpleasant times; he wondered if the addiction to gambling stuck so tight on his head that he did exactly just that in every situation. He could prepare and plan everything down to the last details, but there were always unpredictable circumstances and Corpse gambled on those to tip on his favor.

Maybe he did it with Sykkuno, too. Gambling with the circumstances, and ultimately bet his loyalty and his life when he felt like the odds were in his favor. But either he lost everything or gained more than he had ever expected, he didn’t think he’d take it back. Sykkuno was… Corpse was far too tangled in everything that was Sykkuno to even think about letting go.

Sykkuno let out a small ‘oof!’ when Corpse lay down on top of him. Corpse wasn’t even that heavy, despite the muscles. He had seen Sykkuno wrangled with heavy machinery and lifting logs and stone slabs when they built their base tirelessly. He had no right whining about Corpse’s weight.

“Are we- are we going to sleep like this?” he asked with laughter in his voice.

Corpse hummed against his chest. Sykkuno had prominent collar bones; he had noticed this since the start, even more with his habit of scenting him. But they looked good from this view, too. He wanted to bite them, just to hear Sykkuno screamed as he crushed bones under his canines. He sighed at that. He had alternating thought of bundling Sykkuno in the softest of blankets, and fighting him until either of them dropped to the ground. He figured that it was their pheromones clashing, what with them being aggressive alphas in their own rights.

“Maybe,” he said, and Sykkuno spluttered.

“W-wait,” he stammered, “really?”

He chuckled, and rolled over to the side. He missed the collar bones view already. But this way, he could slip a hand underneath Sykkuno’s head, pillowed him on his shoulder and pulled him closer still until their bodies were flushed together. The nights were getting colder and colder. The blankets Ash tirelessly made helped a lot, but being so close to Sykkuno like this, having him tentatively putting his hand on Corpse’s back, tangling their legs together, made the looming threat of harsh winter a lot more bearable. They could make new bed, a bigger one, and Ash would pout and ask endless questions like a hound dog, but they could have one instead of two separate beds. He could have Sykkuno in his arms every night and morning. The thought alone made his alpha rumbled and purred in satisfaction; he wondered if Sykkuno’s own alpha was laughing at this pathetic display of domesticity.

“You smell re-really good,” Sykkuno said. It was the first time he had ever commented on Corpse’s scent. “Well—you smell like dirt and smoke, but, there’s something else, too. It smells good.”

“Lilies,” he said, playing with a piece of hair on Sykkuno’s nape. “It used to startle people a lot when I killed them.”

Too many people knew of who Corpse was, what he did back then to earn his title. Too many people were wary of him and his specific skillset, of the fact that he could overpower most alphas that were his targets. They had reluctant respect for him. It took a lot to survive in this time, and to stay on the top of the food chain could cost people everything they had ever held dear. Corpse had nothing but his will of staying alive—or, at the very least, dying in his own term rather than killed in some corner of the island with nothing but radiation and the silence to accompany him before the end.

But Sykkuno knew that Corpse escaped his old clan because he had grown too tired to fight their war, that he didn’t believe in their cause. He knew that Corpse was more than capable of snapping his neck even when he was wounded and in extreme pain. He still took him in and let him be a part of what he and Ash had in J10. In a way, Corpse thought that this was Sykkuno’s selfishness showing its head.

For whatever reason, Sykkuno decided that he wanted Corpse here, and so he stayed. He looked at Corpse with soft eyes and bared his neck just the slightest. Enough to appease his alpha, enough to pull Corpse closer and let him think that this was the right decision to take—staying with two strangers with too many secrets out in the open written in undecipherable codes. He pulled strings and ventured out of J10 to make alliances; to keep them save, to keep them connected if they ever needed help, he said. But Corpse knew that it was because Sykkuno wanted him by his side and he would get what he wanted, by multiple means that most people couldn’t notice.

Just the way he wanted Ash to stay, and made sure that she did. He would let them go, if they ever wanted to. Not many alphas would be willing to let the things they had fought so hard for escaped from their fingers—Corpse was a prime example of this behavior. But Sykkuno didn’t exactly go by the conventional route in being an alpha. Sure, he fought and pushed his efforts in realizing his desires, but there was certain softness in Sykkuno when it came to freedom.

He had tried to escape from something in his past, Corpse realized. That was the reason why he valued freedom and desires to rule their own lives, by their own hands. Even if he was incredibly good in getting what he wanted and making sure that people were drawn in enough, charmed enough to keep it that way, he ultimately put the choices in their hands still. Those who had strong enough will, they would appreciate the option even if they decided to give Sykkuno exactly what he wanted. Those who had lost too deeply in his dark eyes and soft smiles, they wouldn’t even realize they were standing right in the middle of a whirlpool in dangerous water.

Corpse liked to think that he was the first of the two. But with how easily Sykkuno strung him around, the way he was saying yes before Sykkuno even finished the question—he wondered if he even had restraints when it came to this man.

“I like it,” Sykkuno decided then. “I like it on you. I know someone named Lily, she doesn’t smell like lilies at all, though.”

Lily. There were a lot of people named Lily in this island, of that Corpse was sure. But with how Sykkuno worked, he was pretty sure that he knew which Lily he was talking about. The current second in command in Scarra’s base; a petite girl with sweet smiles and danger glinting behind her eyeglasses. She was extremely good in organizing the clan, and didn’t bat an eyelash when they met for the first time. She made good tea, too. She learned it from Scarra’s favorite associate, she said. He didn’t bother asking which one, he was there to take a side errand because his clan owed Scarra a favor that time.

He wondered if she meant Sykkuno.

“Good,” he said, instead of pushing for answers of his thoughts. “I don’t want you sleeping with someone else that smells like lilies.”

Sykkuno’s laughter was tinkling and beautiful. Corpse thought that it was too easy to fall on his knees for this man with too many hidden sides.

“That is a very scandalous accusation, Corpse,” he admonished, though it was ruined by the way he pressed closer to his chest.

He just hummed, listening to Sykkuno’s breath calming down, counting each exhale and inhale like counting bullets fired from a gun. The stone slab wall he was pressed against still felt cold even through layers of blankets, but Sykkuno held him as tight and Corpse thought that he would like to pass through a lot more winters like this.

Ash pouted and grumbled at them. She made the bed anyway. Corpse looked at Sykkuno’s pretty smile as he looked at their new, bigger bed and remembered that he fought as hard to be by his side. And even if they kept defying the traditional rules of alphas, Corpse would keep this one. He wouldn’t let go. He tightened his grip on Sykkuno’s wrist, biting back the satisfaction it brought when he didn’t even flinch, and knew that Sykkuno wouldn’t let go either.

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[mariacallous]

More than three years after malign fun-fur mascot Boris Johnson first gibbered out the catchphrase, we finally have incontrovertible evidence of what “levelling up” actually is. For its duration, Johnson’s government had a flagship policy that it couldn’t have defined even if it hadn’t been drunk on the contents of a wheelie suitcase. Levelling up now turns out to be a sort of inter-constituency Squid Game, in which MPs who voted for various stripes of self-harm are now forced into trial-by-combat against each other in the hope of appealing to the caprices of shadowy gamesmaster Michael Gove. Arguably there’s an ironic wit to the format – a sort of handout for the anti-handout party, designed solely to inadequately mitigate the effects of cuts made largely by that same party. The players seem quite upset about it now, but are of course free to terminate the game if the majority votes to do so.

Or as one Conservative MP who missed out fumed yesterday: “I’ve got shops without roofs and whole streets of boarded-up houses and some people are getting cash for adventure golf.” Which is, by coincidence, exactly the picture in the political glossary next to the phrase “sunlit uplands”. Another Tory MP described the policy delivery as “a fuck-up of epic proportions”, casting it as the Stalingrad of not securing a planetarium for your northern marginal.

Having attempted to sell this policy round the country during a somewhat excruciating day yesterday, luxury menswear influencer Rishi Sunak is apparently facing a law enforcement probe for removing his seatbelt to film a video for his Insta, as part of the police’s ruthless commitment to rooting out trivial wrongdoing so that people mind less when another one of them is revealed to be a rapist. I haven’t got a huge amount to add to that sentence as an indicator of where we are on various fronts. Still, if Sunak does pick up a fine, it’ll be his second inside a year, suggesting he is on a pathway of reoffending and should submit to personal rehabilitation lessons with justice secretary Dominic Raab, who is himself facing an investigation on eight formal complaints of bullying. Again, we are where we are.

You have to wonder if Sunak makes the most credible salesman for the specific allocation of cash in this second round of disbursement, given that he took the sensationally odd decision to be filmed during the leadership campaign in July last year telling Tory members in Tunbridge Wells: “I managed to start changing the funding formulas to make sure areas like this are getting the funding they deserved. We inherited a bunch of formulas from Labour that shoved all the funding into deprived urban areas and that needed to be undone. I started the work of undoing that.”

Yesterday found Sunak in only marginally less politically imbecilic mode. I can’t personally get over-exercised about senior politicians making travel time-savings that the rest of us should obviously avoid. But Sunak’s private jet usage has got plenty of backs up, and on a political level feeds unfortunately into the impression that he is what he is: a man who can use private jets. Labour accused the prime minister of behaving “like an A-list celeb” for flying to Blackpool – something A-list celebs are forever doing, of course. I believe Sunak’s RAF flight was kept in a holding pattern while The Rock was given runway priority to hasten his latest trip to play the coin pushers on the Central Pier.

“I travel around so I can do lots of things in one day,” Sunak shot back when pushed on his arrangements. “I’m not travelling around just for my own enjoyment, although this is very enjoyable, of course.” Mm. Spoken like a man whose high-end Santa Monica residence is located in a complex that includes a pet spa. (I haven’t fully checked the levelling-up fund payouts for pet spas, but assume Guildford was successful in its bid for one.)

In general, though, do you care for Sunak’s tone? He seems to have just the two speeds: dewy-eyed prefect delivering a supposedly inspirational speech to much, much younger children; and high-financier unable to fully hide his impatience that he should be required to answer questions from lesser mortals. Neither seems immediately obviously likely to endear him to the British public. Perhaps he’s slightly helped by being up against Keir Starmer, who delivers every statement like his next one is going to be “And had you thought of a preferred wood for the casket?”

Any more pratfalls left in the tank on the PM’s day out and about? At least one, with the PM explaining he wanted to cut taxes but couldn’t, as his audience knew. “You’re not idiots,” he breezed. “You know what’s happened.” “Besides,” he went on, “when I was chancellor I also really preferred it when the prime minister didn’t comment on tax policy.”

Unfortunately for the “idiots”, the chancellor isn’t talking about tax cuts either. Instead, Jeremy Hunt could be found this week leaning fully into the latte-sipping insult his side have long weaponised, by making his own painful social media video in which he explained inflation to the masses via the medium of him ordering a flat white. Is this necessary? I know Jeremy likes to think of himself as one of Britain’s most advanced entrepreneurial brains – he ran a course-listing directory in civilian life – but we must at least consider the possibility that British people currently get a hard lesson in inflation every time they do a shop.

Anyway: on to the idiots. Only in this climate of palpable executive inadequacy could we be reading seemingly bi-weekly stories that comebacks are being planned not just by Boris Johnson, but also Liz Truss – or at least by what we’ll kindly call Liz Truss’s “ideas”, with a parliamentary group established this week with the express aim of the advancement thereof. Truss herself and her former chancellor Kwasi Kwarteng have both set up firms to manage their next steps, while Jacob Rees-Mogg is said to be joining GB News to host his own show. Johnson is being Johnson, and seems well on the way to persuading far too many MPs to give their abusive relationship with him another chance.

Behold, the architects of some of the most short-termist and self-harming policies of recent times (tough field), somehow sailing on regardless to further enrichment while everyone else lives in their mess. As for their various supporters, you have to marvel mirthlessly at the capacity for some serially imploding factions of the Conservative party to believe that their destructive ideas have simply not been done properly yet. The Tory tankies are on the march; do batten your hatches accordingly.

[fumitoshikato]

Travel Without Ground

燦々と照りつけるサマータイムの日差しを避けようと、ぼくは足早にスキポール空港のエントランスをくぐり抜けた。建物に入った瞬間、おそらく中心管理センターで自動コントロールされているであろう空調の涼しい冷風が汗で滲んだTシャツを捉え、すぐに身震いするくらいぼくの身体を冷やした。欧州で旅客数第5位の国際便ハブ空港であるアムステルダム・スキポール空港は、多様な国籍の人々でごったがえしている。とくに施設内にある国立美術館の分館は、暇を持て余した観光客の名所になっている。チェックインまであと2時間と少し。そういうぼくも、美術館に寄るために予定より1時間早く空港に無事到着したわけである。格安航空利用の「玄人ベテラン」にもなると、チェックインやトランジットのあいだ、長い時間を空港内で潰す��めの予定に細かく気を配らなくてはならない。巨大なモビリティである飛行機が離陸するために必要な維持・管理によって起こる「乗り換えドゥエルタイム」は、空港独特の時間的・空間的体験として考えることができる。少し極端な乗り換えの事例であるスティーヴン・スピルバーグの映画「ターミナル」では、トム・ハンクス演じる架空の国クラコウジア人、ビクター・ナボルスキーの旅行中に自国がクーデターにより消滅。パスポートが無効となった彼は空港から出られず、長い乗り換えの時間を空港内で過ごすことになる。最初は言葉の壁によって苦難を強いられるナボルスキーであったが、空港内に配備された様々な公共サービスやスーパーマーケットを駆使し、さらには巨大な空港施設の管理・整備に関わる多様な利害関係者による人間愛に救われ、巧みなサバイバルを成し遂げる。ジョン・アーリが『モビリティーズ──移動の社会学』で述べているように、空港空間が持つ無効性<ジェネリックスペース>と非場所<プレイスレス>は、平等と孤独が入り混じった新たな公共性を示唆しているのかもしれない。

ところで、あらかたダッチ・アートを楽しんだぼくは、空港内のスーパーマーケットで下手にジャパナイズされた安価の緑茶ドリンクを入手し、スマートフォンをwifiに接続しようと充電スポットの椅子に腰掛け、前の旅行で訪れた香港について思い出していた。香港郊外の団地区域──。滞在したホテルは、空港から駅、団地、そして宿泊棟へと直結していた。そこでは、エレベーターやエスカレーターによる無限の垂直移動と迷路のような通路の移動の過程で生活に関わるショッピングがほぼ完結し、ほとんど外に出る必要がない。高層の団地は収入によって階が分けられ、その区画に従って良品店や余暇施設が接続されている。おそらくこの���の住民は、移動生活をこの閉じ込められた空間で過ごし、青空の下で大地を踏みしめることは多くないのだろう。空中移動を前提とした街路の設計。ガイド・トゥ・ショッピング。まるで、J・G・バラードのSF小説『ハイライズ』によって描かれた、眩暈のするようなゲーテッドシティ。とはいえ、今いる空港もまた、巨大なゲーテッドシティのようでもある。空港行きの鉄道に足を踏み入れてから目的地の東京へ到着するまで、ぼくもまた長い時間大地を踏みしめることはない。このような空港空間──巨大都市と化した「閉じ込められた」空間では、長い「乗り換え」の時間を過ごし、移動している。そんなことを考えながら、ぼくはバーコードで機械的に個人番号を振られた電子チケットを手に、次の乗り換え地──アブダビ行きの飛行機のゲートへ歩き出した。（川崎和也）

[staysuki]

when a new guy moves to your country, your empathetic heart forced you to reach out and help him—even when he wants nothing to do with you. (ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS)

TAGALOG VERSION -> here

pairing: bang chan x y/n (ivy league au)

genre: crack, fluff, angst, college/uni kid au (they're in their 3rd-4th year)

warnings: A LOT A LOT OF extreme cussing and vulgarity, including some corny, distasteful jokes. edgy(?) humor. filo humor(?) extreme suggestiveness!! lot's of mentions of sex/hook-up culture but no smut. still, R-16/17.

a/n: the translated version of When In Manila! because of the smau's plot and concept, i understand that some jokes and references may get lost in translation or it'll be difficult to fully capture the vibes of the whole "new guy in a new country" feelz + how absolutely unhinged the chaos of the group actually is (which makes me sad). but that's the challenge i'm going for!!

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one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | thirteen | fourteen (1) | fourteen (2) | fifteen | sixteen | seventeen | eighteen | nineteen | twenty

twenty-one | twenty-two | twenty-three | twenty-four

cultural setting notes:

the story will still take place in the 🇵🇭PH, it's simply just the dialogue that'll change (and i'll try to make the references universally understandable). but because there might still be some filo culture references, this'll serve as a glossary for those!! (will be constantly updated). nonetheless, lmk if there's anything confusing still! (in any case, i'll add a glossary to every chapter as well!)

TRANSPORTATION - students having cars are uncommon here in the PH and is mostly seen as a sign of wealth. thus, "commute" is the go-to means of transportation (i.e. trains, buses, "jeeps", or taxis)

UNIVERSITY BELT / U-BELT - in the PH, we have an entire area where a LOT of universities are relatively next to each other (around 20-30 mins drive away). just imagine harvard, yale, and etc. being streets away from each other lolz.

UNIVERSITIES - most, if not all, universities/colleges in the PH require you to take an entrance examination before you could enroll. there are a lot of schools around the U-BELT but the most prominent ones that will be mentioned in the fic are:

ATENEO - probs the most "high-end" one with the expensive tuition and known for very rich (but also smart) students with an acceptance rate of 10-20%

LA SALLE - like ateneo, it's known for its expensive tuition and rich students but has an acceptance rate of 70+%. though the education quality is still good, there's a running joke that "la salle students only go there because they failed the entrance exam in ateneo/U.P."

ADAMSON - still expensive but not as much. kinda has their own world. despite being a catholic university, they're known for being an accepting and supportive school when it comes to their students (recently, they were the first big-name university to offer a "mental health break" so students can cope with the post-election stress)

U.P. - (short for "University of the Philippines"), known for "smart scholars" with a 10-15% acceptance rate which is our country's main university! it's cheaper than the first three and offers the most access to free-ride scholarships unlike the others. most UP students are scholars!!

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date started: 5/16/22

date finished:

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Straif - /St/ or /Sw/ very very little is truly known about the name of this ogam, even the sound value is in question, that being said it is reasonably to assume that the late medieval glossaries definition of "sulfur" is probably linguistically inaccurate (especially since the glossaries assume this definition based on 'red sulfur' in alchemy, also known as the philosopher's stone) . My personal current theory is that the letter name refers to (or perhaps was copied incorrectly at some point from) scaíle - "Illusion, shadow, reflection" How is this a refence to reddening you may wonder, I believe that the kennings are in reference to the story of Finn McCool and the Giant's Causeway.

MM: tressam rúamnai- "strongest reddening"

MO: mórad rún- "increase of secrets"

CC: saigid nél "seeking of clouds"

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GLOSSARY OF COMMON KNOWLEDGE, Vol. 2 Care is conflictual Contribution

Curated by Zdenka Badovinac, Ida Hiršenfelder, Bojana Piškur and Jesús Carrillo. Published by Moderna galerija, Ljubljana, 2022.

The terms by more than fifty narrators presented in this volume were discussed and written between 2019 and 2022 during seminar meetings to bring together diverse knowledges from the museums as well as the so-called global family of artists, thinkers and curators. They seek to find common knowledge to speak about less visible stories in contemporary art and to address systems that govern our ways of thinking in art and beyond. The project has been ongoing since 2014, and it was conceived and curated by Zdenka Badovinac, Bojana Piškur and Jesús Carrillo in the context of L’Internationale confederation of museums as a method of addressing the so-called referential fields. The first series of discussions was published in 2018. For this second edition, we repeated the same referential fields to re-examine how the conditions in our cultural landscape have changed in the drastic raptures of pandemic, war, climate catastrophes, a conservative turn and political upheavals. One of the most visible shifts in this volume compared to the previous edition is a clear need to address the growing urgency of climate change, and to stress the anthropogenic colonial origin of the cataclysmic events, moreover, to entangle this continuous crisis through troubled thinking, and propose not to resign. This volume is also marked by the COVID-19 pandemic and the implications it had on escalating power struggles and injustices. Contributors of terms: Zdenka Badovinac, María Berríos, Miha Blažič (N’toko), Sara Buraya Boned, Jesús Carrillo, Sebastian Cichocki, Fatma Çolakoğlu, Nicolás Cuello, Jakub Depczyński, Kike España, Pauliina Feodoroff, Maddalena Fragnito, Elisa Fuenzalida, Nancy Garín Guzmán, Deniz Gül, Jennifer Hayashida, Ida Hiršenfelder, Alistair Hudson, Maria Iñigo Clavo, Goran Injac, Vladan Joler, Yuji Kawasima, Gal Kirn, Ram Krishna Ranjan, Vali Mahlouji, Sophie Mak-Schram, Javiera Manzi A., Diego Marchante “Genderhacker”, Pablo Martínez, Miran Mohar, Meriç Öner, Bojana Piškur, Theo Prodromidis, Tjaša Pureber, Rasha Salti, Anja Isabel Schneider, Natalia Sielewicz, Antoine Silvestre, Maja Smrekar, Jonas Staal, Bogna Stefańska, Kuba Szreder, Steven ten Thije, Abhijan Toto, Fran MM Cabeza de Vaca, Chương-Đài Võ, Mick Wilson, Onur Yıldız, Joanna Zielińska, Yolande Zola Zoli van der Heide Curated by Zdenka Badovinac, Ida Hiršenfelder, Bojana Piškur and Jesús Carrillo. Published by Moderna galerija, Ljubljana, 2022. To purchase the full publication, please contact the bookstore in the Museum of Modern Art, Ljubljana, or the bookstore Museum of Contemporary Art Metelkova, Ljubljana.

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2022ISBN 978-961-206-153-1

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Fore Edge Friday

Our #Fore Edge Friday example this week comes from our copy of the second edition of The Canterbury Tales of Chaucer to Which are Added an Essay on His Language and Versification, and an Introductory Discourse, Together with Notes and a Glossary by English classical scholar Thomas Tyrwhitt, published for Oxford University by the Clarendon Press in 1798. The edges on all three sides and on the endpapers have been marbled in what is called a Double Comb or Double Nonpareil pattern.

According to the University of Washington’s site on Patterned Papers, the pattern begins with a Nonpareil base which is created by dropping colors sequentially onto the bath using an implement to regulate the drop sizes. A comb with one set of teeth set at intervals of 15-30mm is drawn through the bath horizontally, once in either direction with the second pass halving the first. Then another comb with teeth set at 2-3 mm is drawn once across the bath in the opposite direction. Once this Nonpareil pattern is established, a final comb with one set of teeth set in wider intervals than was used in the Nonpareil is drawn once more through the bath. This last step causes the numerous, arched lines to be broken into separate, arched columns. When marbling the edges of a book, the text block is clamped tightly shut, and once dipped, the excess fluid is blown or shaken off quickly to prevent it from running into the book. Once dry, the marbled edges are burnished. 

Thomas Tyrwhitt‘s first edition of The Canterbury Tales appeared in a 4-volume set in 1775, with a 5-volume glossary published in 1778, both published in London by Thomas Payne and Son. Our second edition was published posthumously, as Tyrwhitt died in 1786. Tyrwhitt’s edition is particularly noted for establishing an authoritative text without editorial emendation based on the most reliable source material. It was considered a landmark in Chaucer editorial practice, but falls short by today's standards only in that his text brings together a smattering of different dialects from different dates and localities rather than the dialect of Chaucer in fourteenth century London.

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“Discordant Sonata” Chapter 19

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CHAPTER 19: ATTACCA

Music glossary:        Attacca - "To attack at once"; used as a direction in music at the end of a movement to begin the next without pause

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(Mood music: "The Conversation" - Pearl Django)

Being mere months away from graduating lycée meant that their group of friends didn’t have as many classes together, due to their diverse individual interests and talents. However, they always made sure to make time to hang out after school before their extracurricular activities began.

And thus, Adrien, Nino, and Alya made their way to the classroom where the art club gathered to meet up with Marinette. From there, Adrien would make his way to either fencing lessons or Chinese, depending on the day of the week. Marinette would join him on days when he had Chinese (as she’d become determined to master the language ever since her uncle visited from Shanghai a few years back), Alya would go to her journalism club, and Nino would travel to his part-time internship at the local recording studio.

“–and the backlogs just keep piling up!” Alya spoke as they walked, voice full of vigor and excitement. “I’ve had to recruit yet another mod to help me keep order in the forums! Especially since the Ladyblog has started going international and we’ve had to organize servers in different languages. You wouldn’t believe how crazy it’s gotten in there recently!”

“Dang, babe,” Nino interjected. “Sounds like things are super rough for you right now.”

“Not really, more busy than anything. Especially because I have that big research article due next week, there’s just not enough hours in the day to try to read everything that goes on in there. But I have my mods report to me daily, ‘cause I always like to stay on top of everything that goes on in the chats!”

“What’s gotten everyone so riled up in the Ladyblog lately?” Adrien chimed in. “I don’t recall it being nearly this busy last year.”

The trio entered the art club’s classroom and settled down at the table where Marinette sat, getting her various sketches organized. The art teacher was quite easy going, so they didn’t have to talk in hushed whispers and could come and go as they pleased.

“Well, to be honest, it’s because of Chat Noir,” Alya replied.

Adrien tried to contain his surprise. “R-really? What– uhhh, what do people have to say about him?”

He winced inwardly. He knew he shouldn’t ask. But curiosity got the better of him today. Maybe learning the news through the filter or Alya’s paraphrasing instead of reading the negative comments firsthand would lessen the sting of what people said about him.

Marinette whipped her head around at the mention of his alter ego. “Wait, what about Chat Noir?” she inquired.

“Girl,” Alya replied, her voice filled with renewed exuberance. “You would not believe how much we’ve had to censor and moderate all the inappropriate things people have been saying!”

Adrien flinched in his seat. “Wow… do people really hate him that much?” he asked, trying to conceal the dejection in his voice.

Alya busted out into loud guffaws. “Hate?! Dude, most people don’t hate him; they LOVE him! By ‘inappropriate’ comments, I mean the kinda stuff you wouldn’t want your grandma to catch you reading! There’s a whole giant section dedicated to his new fan club!” she said as she removed her glasses so she could wipe away the tears of laughter.

“WHAT?!” Adrien squawked in confusion, his face feeling hotter than the ovens back at the bakery. “A fan club??”

Marinette burst into uncontrollable snickering. “Has it really gotten that bad?!”

Nino joined in, “Bro! Adrien, I can’t believe you haven’t heard Alya rant about these rabid fans before! They call themselves the ‘Noir Nation’, and the kind of things they’ve been writing would make adult romance authors blush like schoolgirls!”

Alya nodded, thoroughly amused. “And that’s not including all the fanfiction people have been writing.”

“Wait– the WHAT?! There’s fanfiction?!!” Marinette gaped in shock, as if she’d been hit in the face with an enormous pie. “Alya, how come I never knew about this?!”

“Why? You wanna read em? Girl, you’ll get no judgment from me. If you wanna check ‘em out for yourself, just go check under the hashtag ‘Ladynoir’.”

Marinette stammered as her arms flailed in her bewilderment, accidentally knocking her phone off the table and onto the floor, her eyes bigger and rounder than Adrien had ever seen them. “They have a ship name?!” she screeched.

“Just mind the ratings though,” Alya advised. “Some of them can get pretty steamy. You wouldn’t want someone to catch you reading those in public,” she added with a wink.

Marinette continued to sputter incoherently. “NO, I am NOT gonna read it!! It would be different if they were fictional characters, but I could never read fanfiction about real people!”

Alya raised a skeptical eyebrow at her. “Mm-hmm… Sure.”

Marinette’s hands flew to her face, trying to hide how red her entire face had gotten, and released a long squeak that resembled a hamster on helium. As shocked as Adrien was about these rather unexpected news, seeing Marinette’s over-the-top reaction brought a wide grin to his face and he busted out laughing.

He bent over to retrieve Marinette’s phone, since she was too busy being mortified to notice it had fallen to the floor. As he was about to hand it back, the screen lit up and Adrien saw the lockscreen wallpaper: it was the same photo of Ladybug and Chat Noir that he himself had saved earlier that day. He smiled, not exactly sure what to make of it, but finding it adorable that she’d liked the photo enough to set it as her lockscreen.

He tapped her shoulder, waiting for her to respond. She emerged from behind her impromptu hand shield and turned her head, then her eyes widened once again as soon as she saw what Adrien was showing her. She jolted straight up, stiff as a board, and her eyes met his, cheeks turning tomato red. He winked at her, amused about this little secret between them, and handed back her phone without a word.

Marinette accepted it with a meek-sounding, “Thanks,” looking like she wanted to explain the photo, but not able to do so unless she wanted Alya and Nino to find out that she was potentially a… ahem– “Ladynoir” shipper.

Switching the conversation to something else (which Marinette seemed to be eternally grateful for), the group chatted until it became time for them to scatter to their next destinations.

With a wave, Adrien exited the classroom and headed towards fencing practice, one of the few activities he decided to stick with despite not being forced to participate. Fencing, along with Chinese lessons, were not only enjoyable, but were also quite useful. Sadly, he didn’t have access to a piano anymore, so he wasn’t able to pursue that hobby for the time being. Hopefully later down the line, when things had settled down and he’d found his own place to live, he’d be able to finance one.

Thinking about the future had become an exciting pastime instead of an anxiety-inducing one, and it was all thanks to his friends and those he cared about. He smiled as he reached the door to the locker rooms, continuing to daydream of what was to come.

(Mood music: "Recollection 3" - Shirō Sagisu (BLEACH OST, "The Diamond Dust Rebellion")

Adrien finished getting dressed for fencing, his head still blissfully floating in the clouds. He stored his belongings into his assigned locker, shutting it with a loud clang, which echoed through the empty room.

Huh...? Empty?

He swiveled his head around, surprised that there was no one beside him. He stood up and began walking down the large room, peeking down the other locker rows looking for his classmates; but there was nobody.

Where was everyone? There’s no way that every single one of them was running late. Had his lessons been cancelled and he’d somehow missed a text message or email? He began heading back towards his locker to check his phone for any schedule changes.

Before he reached his destination, however, heavy thudding footsteps broke the eerie silence. Adrien whipped his body around to greet whoever they belonged to.

The owner of those footsteps was one of the last people Adrien expected to meet here.

“Gaspard?!”

Adrien stood agape, face to face with his old bodyguard, whom he hadn’t seen in a couple of years; not since he’d resigned and moved out of the country. Nathalie had mentioned that in his resignation letter, Gaspard said that he’d become involved in an overseas business venture involving the market of rare action figures. Nevertheless, Adrien couldn’t help but suspect that his father’s ill temper and poor treatment of their employees was the true reason for his departure.

Adrien’s first reaction was surprise and joy, and he rushed forward to greet and embrace him. However, as he approached and got a better look at the man’s face, Adrien’s mood instantly morphed into confusion and apprehension. There was something odd about his eyes.

Something wasn’t right. Why was Gaspard here? And why now?

He came to a halt about a meter before reaching him. An oppressive weight seemed to press in all around him, and he had to suppress a shiver. “Wait. Gaspard, did–” he gulped, “–did my father send you?”

His old bodyguard did not reply, but took a heavy step towards him. Adrien stepped back.

“Please… I can’t go back. I live somewhere else now, and I’m very happy there. Whatever he told you about the situation, it’s a lie.”

His bodyguard continued to approach him, his stare vacant and unsettling.

Fighting the urge to panic, he pleaded, “You don’t have to do this. If he’s offered you compensation, I can match it; it’ll just take me a bit of time. But we can work something out, right?? For old time’s sake?”

He continued walking backwards until he bumped into something firm, but it wasn’t a wall; it was another person. Before he could turn around, they grabbed him by the shoulders, detaining him and preventing him from running away.

He was about to shout for help when something sharp jabbed him on the side of the neck, injecting a cold liquid. Adrien’s eyes grew wide in terror.

Shit.

Adrien swore as he jerked away, elbowing whoever was behind him and managing to break free. Rubbing at the spot where the syringe had stabbed him, he glanced back to take a look at his other assailant, only to see... another Gaspard?

Why are there two of him??

This was wrong. Gaspard didn’t have a twin; he knew that for a fact. He’d worked for the Agrestes ever since Adrien was a toddler and was too young to even pronounce his name correctly (hence the nickname “Gorille”, which stuck around for years afterwards). Additionally, there was something uncanny, otherworldly, even, about the way these two men looked and moved.

He shook himself out of his stupor. He didn’t have time to contemplate any possible explanations. He had to get out of there fast.

He sprinted towards the exit, but only managed to travel a few paces before he lost his footing and tripped. He fell to the ground hard, almost hitting his head on a nearby bench. As he struggled to get up, he realized that his fingers and toes had already gone numb.

Not good.

Time was running out. Adrenaline coursed through him and, with a grunt, he hefted himself to his feet and scrambled towards the exit, as fast as he could despite a heavy limp. Though his heart was hammering and his legs felt like they were filled with sand, he pushed himself, concentrating on reaching the door.

After taking a few steps, however, he realized that even if he did manage to exit the locker room, the area beyond was an open courtyard. Meaning he wasn’t going to be able to reach someplace safe before getting caught. He had no choice but to transform into Chat Noir, and hopefully Plagg’s powers and strength could help him escape and find somewhere to hide.

He’d scarcely uttered the first syllable in the transformation phrase when he was tackled to the ground. A giant hand swiftly covered his mouth and Adrien felt his hands get bound together with thick zip ties behind his back. A muffled scream of writhing frustration made its way up his throat as his limbs became more and more useless by the second.

No… This can’t be happening! Please, this can’t be how it all ends!

Just when his life had finally gained a semblance of normalcy and he’d found happiness again, it would get ripped away and he would disappear without a trace, leaving everyone to wonder what had happened to him. Leaving his friends to think that Gabriel had pulled him from school and they would never see him again. Leaving Ladybug to wonder if Chat had abandoned her forever. Leaving her to fight Hawkmoth alone. Again.

He couldn’t let that happen. He thrashed and struggled as furiously as he could, fighting the feelings of overwhelming helplessness that threatened to consume him. Nearing despair, he was too distracted to notice Plagg phrasing through the wall, away from the skirmish, in search of the only person who could save him.

(Mood music: "Run" - Ludovico Einaudi)

Marinette fidgeted with her pencil, her feet wiggled and bounced under her desk. She didn’t understand; when she’d arrived at the art club, her head had been filled with inspiration and ideas that she’d been excited to draw and execute. However, at the moment, her mind was filled with noise and disquietude.

Having had enough, she excused herself to visit the restroom. Once she’d walked far enough from the classroom, she opened her purse to talk to Tikki about her current dilemma.

“It’s the same feeling as last night, Tikki! Except that would mean one of three possibilities. Option A.) It’s nothing and I’m going crazy. And— don’t give me that look, Tikki! I can see what you’re thinking and I don’t have time for your cheeky sass right now!” The kwami snickered while Marinette cleared her throat and continued, “Option B.) that Chat is here, at this school, which is impossible because his school’s on the other side of the city, that’s why he always leaves the house super early for his long commute.”

Tikki opened her mouth and looked like she was about to say something, but then didn’t (...or couldn’t?).

Marinette resumed, “Or, C.) that my–– what do I even call it? My ‘Spidey sense’??–– that it’s got a long distance mode, and Chat is all the way across Paris and he’s in trouble! But what am I supposed to do about that from here?! I wouldn’t even know where to begin looking!”

Tikki shrugged. “Follow your instincts, Marinette. There’s no harm in taking a quick look around the school, right?”

Marinette groaned. “UGH! It doesn’t make sense!! Am I going to get interrupted like this all the time from now on?” She shook her head resolutely. “No. I can’t just go off on random field trips every single time I feel a random fit of anxiety. I’m sure it’s just leftover jitters from last night. I’m supposed to call Master Fu after school anyway; he can help me figure everything out. I’m just gonna go back to class and forget about it.”

Tikki frowned, not quite convinced, but deciding not to press further.

Marinette made her way back to the classroom in a frustrated huff. But as her hand reached to turn the handle, the feelings of danger and urgency multiplied tenfold. Without a word, she sprinted away in the opposite direction, not even knowing where she was running to, only knowing she had to get there immediately.

She reached the large common area of the school downstairs. Her head whipped around, frantically searching for something, anything. In her haste, she didn’t notice a small black creature zoom into her open purse.

A few moments later, she felt a frantic tugging at her shirt from below.

“Marinette!! Over there! Check the locker room, quick!!!” Tikki whisper-screamed as she peeked outside the purse, her tone uncharacteristically frantic.

Marinette nodded, then sprinted to the locker room.

“Wait! You should transform first!” Tikki added.

No time!

“Marinette, wait!!”

Despite Tikki’s protests, Marinette raced towards the double doors, tackling them open.

Three sets of eyes landed on her as she skidded to a halt, but only one pair consumed her entire attention. She gasped in horror, hands flying to her face as she stared at what was occurring in front of her. Adrien let out a desperate, muffled scream urging her to run.

His panicked voice snapped her out of her dazed shock; but instead of running, she stood her ground, eyes darting back and forth across the area searching for something useful. The room was remarkably barren except for a lone broom a short distance away from her. She grabbed it and leaped towards the closest attacker (the one holding Adrien down), swinging it like a baseball bat.

The man didn’t even try to avoid the hit; the broomstick merely bounced off the side of his face where Marinette had hit him. She frowned in confusion, then tried hitting him again, bringing the stick down on the top of his head like an axe.

SNAP.

The end of the broom flew off, and Marinette stared in shock at the broken broomstick.

“What the hell are you?!” Marinette exclaimed, shifting her grip on the shortened wooden stub.

She pounced at the second bodyguard, bringing her weapon down in a stabbing motion; but he swatted at her hand, disarming her. She yelped in pain, leaping backwards to get some distance between them.

She was outmatched. The only strategy available was to use their own size against them. With a feint to the side, she shot at his legs for a takedown, hoping to catch him off balance. He called her bluff and shoved her backwards with his giant palm, then kneed her in the stomach.

Winded from the impact, Marinette doubled over with a gasping wheeze, fighting with all her might to keep herself from collapsing onto the ground. She forced herself upright and attacked again. With a clumsy jerk, she lunged forward, swinging wild punches at her opponent. The shots connected but his expression barely changed; it was like beating a breathing punching bag.

The bodyguard backhanded Marinette across the face. Pain shooting across her cheek, she staggered, almost losing her balance. In her daze, she watched helplessly as the man reared his arm back. There was no chance to dodge. His fist connected with her abdomen, delivering a liver shot that shut down her entire body. She crumpled to the floor as if boneless. She tried to call out Adrien’s name, but her mouth merely opened in a silent scream.

Marinette could hear Adrien’s distressed screaming, but it sounded distant, like they were underwater. The edges of her vision grew black and fuzzy, the entire room dissolving around her. She had to consciously force her lungs to inhale, but couldn’t fill them all the way, as if a boulder had been placed on top of her chest.

Faintly, she felt herself getting picked up off the ground and carried away over someone’s shoulder. Disoriented and semi-blinded, the sudden movement and rough jostling made her head spin and gave her vertigo. She gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block it all out.

A few moments later, they stopped moving, and she heard a door burst open. Where were they? Before she could gather her senses, she was in the air, thrown several meters away, landing with a hard thud. A sharp pain traveled down her body as she rolled into the wall across them. The shriek that tried to escape her throat emerged as a strained, shallow whine.

The man stomped out, leaving her alone in the room. “Stop…!” she rasped out, managing to tilt her neck upwards, head pounding.

The bodyguard slammed the door shut, followed by a bang and a clattering sound that could only mean he’d broken the doorknob of whatever room she was in.

Marinette's vision became more and more blurred. At the verge of losing consciousness, she fought to keep her eyes open as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.

No, she couldn’t pass out! She had to save Adrien! Stay awake, Marinette, stay awake!!

She bit down on her lip hard, focusing on the sharp sting, on the swelling that was already forming around her right eye, forcing herself to feel the pain her body was in. At this moment, feeling pain was better than falling unconscious. She concentrated on her breathing, slowly regaining her senses.

She reached down to open her purse and get Tikki’s help… only to be met with emptiness. Panic settled in her gut as she realized that sometime during the skirmish, the purse had slipped off her shoulder. She sat up, slowly, so she wouldn’t risk feeling faint again from the change in positions.

She squinted, adjusting her eyesight to the darkness of the room. It seemed to be some sort of supply closet. After a failed few attempts to stand, she crawled towards the door instead, careful not to bump into the crates and shelves that filled the area.

The girl eyed the broken doorknob wearily. She was pretty proficient at lockpicking and breaking into things, but not as good at breaking out. Her only hope was that Tikki would be able to find her… if she was even nearby.

She swore to herself. Why had she rushed in and attacked two grown ass men (who, incidentally, may or may not be supernatural to boot!) instead of hiding and creating a strategy?! Now she was useless, Tikki was gone, and Adrien was surely on his way to get auctioned to the highest bidder in the criminal black market and ransomed off for an enormous sum. Great job, Marinette. Adrien’s been abducted and it’s all your fault.

Gathering all the determination she could muster, she tried to call out for help. But her voice was still too hoarse, and only a weak croak came out. She clenched her fists, grumbling irritably. Time for a different approach. Somehow, she needed to make noise.

After a brief search, she found a hard, metallic object that she could use to hammer on the door. She tested it out; it was surprisingly effective. She doubled her efforts, making as big a racket as possible. Hopefully, it would only be a matter of time before somebody heard her, let her out, and she could go find Adrien.

She couldn’t let anything else happen to another loved one. Not again.

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I'M REEEAAAAALLY SORRY FOR THAT CLIFFHANGER JSHDKFJHSKDF ᕕ(╯°д°)ᕗ  I tried splitting up the sections differently but it didn't really flow as well.

But the next chapter is almost done, so I'll have it ready by next weekend!!

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CC links from today’s teen-a-day challenge video! Thanks to @dizzywhims​ for this challenge prompt!

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Day 7: Try Hard

Hair

poise eyebrows: https://www.patreon.com/posts/eyebrow-set-n2-64344470

Skintone

bare skintones: https://lamatisse.tumblr.com/post/626644431812100096/bare-a-skintone-pack-there-are-so-many-creators

Teeth

simblreen teeth: https://lightdeficient.tumblr.com/post/188612711241/simblreen-2k19-teeth-megapack-happy

Skin Details

eye shape overlay: https://www.patreon.com/posts/eye-shape-43135636

cerberus freckles: https://love4sims4.tumblr.com/post/182825271503/glossari-heyy-losers-heres-the-cerberus

mm eyelashes: https://radeu.tumblr.com/post/614767691710988288/mm-3d-eyelashes-skindetail-i-made-these-for

mouth corners: https://www.patreon.com/posts/46250379

booboo blush: https://squeamishsims.tumblr.com/post/185846308452/booboo-blush-by-squeamishsims-so-ive-tried-so

eyebags: https://tamo-sim.tumblr.com/post/131942971200/basic-10-eye-bags-set-for-both-gender-child-to

mariana skin overlay: https://kumikya.tumblr.com/post/173882608286/mariana-skinblend-hi-guys-im-excited-to-share

body blush: https://miikocc.tumblr.com/post/630437876573814784/sophie-skin-body-blush-hello-new-skin-overlay

about face skin details: https://pyxiidis.tumblr.com/post/171902140901/about-face-skin-details-by-pyxis-a-set-of-subtle

Clothing

tara bikini top: https://sentate.tumblr.com/post/680968060570599424/april-2022-collection-this-april-im-trying-to

tara bikini bottom: https://sentate.tumblr.com/post/680968060570599424/april-2022-collection-this-april-im-trying-to

alice blouse pattern: https://aharris00britney.tumblr.com/post/663949332951842816/planet-axa

daria sweater: https://clumsyalienn.tumblr.com/post/660587993357238272/vellichor-cc-pack-bgc-all-lods-shadow-maps

stamina sports bra: https://www.patreon.com/posts/stamina-20-item-64586461

charlie jeans: https://www.patreon.com/posts/52436740?epik=dj0yJnU9SUpXZ09rLUdiQ09MVVNnaGFrSUhHai1OYjc4TEZ0Q2QmcD0wJm49OTRLQ1pIc1dJQzAwZk9EMGNtNGZGUSZ0PUFBQUFBR0xYYng4

claire skirt denim: https://aharris00britney.tumblr.com/post/628080330396565504/axa-2020

stamina yoga pants: https://www.patreon.com/posts/stamina-20-item-64586461

tara bikini coverup: https://sentate.tumblr.com/post/680968060570599424/april-2022-collection-this-april-im-trying-to

Makeup

bronze eyeshadow: https://crypticsim.com/post/164869725175/the-kyshadow-bronze-palette-this-eyeshadow

urban honey gloss: https://xurbansimsx.tumblr.com/post/645789848276549632/honey-gloss-urban-this-lip-gloss-is-opaque-and

ariana liner: https://crypticsim.com/post/186418514420/savvysweet-savvysweet-and-crypticsim-present

shimmer face sparkle 1 & 2: https://thepeachyfaerie.tumblr.com/post/679148825387122688/shimmer-face-sparkle-1-2

Accessories

true almond nails: https://joliebean.tumblr.com/post/666843294184194048/true-almond-nails-by-joliebean-i-cant-live

knitted socks 04: https://www.patreon.com/posts/download-01-64845210

pedicure: https://joliebean.tumblr.com/post/684700701801283584/nail-it-set-by-joliebean-everyone-loves-a-good

marjia bracelet: https://arethabee.tumblr.com/post/662812166923157504/sunbeam

stamina fanny pack accessory: https://www.patreon.com/posts/stamina-20-item-64586461

Shoes

sabrina pumps: http://www.pickypikachu.com/2017/06/sabrina-pumps-requires-cl.html

bokuto sneakers: https://qicc.tumblr.com/post/682250011485028352/april-2022-collection

birkenstocks: https://www.patreon.com/posts/30048260?epik=dj0yJnU9SWlmOXlDQ202WGcxaTBZVzNKbVJva3poVDJITndLREkmcD0wJm49LU1NOXcwX2w4UFFUbEJhY3N6NDZMdyZ0PUFBQUFBR0xYYnZN

birkenstocks: https://maxismatchccworld.tumblr.com/post/658471911585628160/homesoft-birkenstocks-just-a-few-recolours-of

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