#prismatic punch

[cutechickddraws]

first time drawing Permafrost and it sucks

The Mobtober thing is here again, so expect a weekly collection of what I produce daily for October.

1. Windy Day - Youmu Sorairo and Slimey have umbrella issues.

2. Critters - That’s right, the obligatory Zoologist, this was my first time drawing her.

3. Oasis - Haha, Dye Trader talks about funny Breath of the Wild reference.

4. Underground Desert WE ARE THE ROLLING CACTI. WE ARE FREE FROM THE RIENS OF BEING FROM A FICTIONAL VIDEO GAME.

5. Graveyard - Arms Dealer sells a cool shotgun that is a reference to a horror movie.

6. Spore Enemies - Crabulon and Spore Bat.

7. Foods and Drinks - Cirrus and Permafrost have good eating. Here, have a 🥖 🍹and 🥓.

bye

[wanderlust-psifang]

Source: DKMU discord

Political magic is some of the hardest magic.

I missed the first Bind Trump but I joined Bind Trump 2016 and he still managed to win this election.

I did a sickness ritual toward an abusive company. They got sued months later and employees (after I already quite) joined to unionize. It didn't happen because they all got fired. Fuck 'at will' states.

They demand a two week notice but can terminate you at their leisure. Fuck. That.

Dayside Ways to Make Change

There are a number of ways to fight the oppressors, be they political or corporate.

Firstly, you can be a kind person but take no shit from bigots and bad bosses. Things are a bit complicated in the work world, but you can do little things like uplift fellow coworkers, go to higher management, Human Resources, and review them on Glassdoor and Indeed as a current or former employee. It puts your experience in the infosphere where others can make an actual informed choice.

You can donate time by volunteering or giving money to groups seeking to make a change. Shop locally, buy produce at Farmer's Markets if you have it, and share information on social media. You can also just be kind to others, donate clothes and food to shelters, and participate in holiday drives.

You can heckle your representatives with non stop emails and go to protests and join the marches.

Magically, you can use the above sigil (used with permission) by making stickers, wheat paste, or stencils, and pasting them around. On banks, major corporations, trains, bus stops, etc.

They call this the Assault on Reality. The purpose is to make the world more magical for everyone of us, to use magic to bring about positive change.

This sigil is built with anti-fascist safeguards and ideals in mind. Use it to bring forth the witch ancestors, the city-faeries, the magic that flows in your blood to unleash a collective power of hope and a war on fascism and concensus reality.

[nanamiscocksleeve]

Paintbrush Lesson

Warnings: clitoral stimulation with an object, MDNI I needed to write something after that adorable Rafayel painting card came out.

You moan softly, gripping the sofa cushions as your legs dangle apart, feeling breathless at the onslaught of sensation running through your sensitized body. Of course you had were teasing when you painted those little lines of color on Rafayel's cheeks, enjoying the way his face smarted from the mischevious action.

But oh, he had other plans for revenge, so sinfully sweet, and you feel it between your legs as he strokes your clit with the very edge of a fine, clean, paintbrush, the soft bristles tickling your spread folds and pulsating clit.

You let out a whine of pleasure as he drags it down, watching the sheen of moisture grow on your sex as he dips it into your core, gathering the slick and brushing it upwards onto your swollen bud.

"Silly girl...you really thought I wouldn't get back at you for this?" He taunts you, but there's a hint of affection in his words. You blush and avert your eyes, embarrassed at the sight of your panties swinging off your ankle and his lavender eyes growing into a darker shade of amethyst as he builds up your arousal. His strokes are consistent and tender, almost like he was painting his desire into your flesh, eager to bring forth that dizzying, prismatic, explosion of pleasure from your body.

"Rafayel..." you pant his name as you throw your head back, feeling the heated knot in your stomach tightening, ready to loosen and give in to the relentless stimulation being supplied to it.

"That's it my little painter...give into the experience of this artist..." he whispers devilishly, peering at you, knowing how much you get off by him watching you.

You whimper as the brush tip focuses on the very edge of your clit, the moist movements offering no resistance and with a punch of heat, feel your orgasm come crashing down on you, hot waves of gratification spreading through your being. You feel Rafayel watching your spread pussy intently, seeing every naked spasm and convulsion, before leaning forward and pressing a calming kiss to your heated clit, making you sigh.

"I hope you come to more of my painting lessons from now on."

© nanamiscocksleeve original work | no copying, plagiarizing or translating

[longreads]

Imperial Eras: A Taylor Swift Studies Reading List

“This reading list collects pieces from the last decade that use Taylor Swift as a muse, a conduit, a springboard, or a punching bag in service of the authors’ own journeys. They demonstrate how, as Taylor’s Swiftdom grows, so too do the opportunities to use her as a lens through which we can project any number of issues—gender, race, identity, authenticity—and witness the prismatic results, a “kaleidoscope of loud heartbeats under coats,” an easter egg waiting to be unwrapped. She’s a mirrorball, after all, reflecting every version of ourselves.“

Today at Longreads, Jill Spivey Caddell takes a deep dive into the phenomenon that is Taylor Swift Studies. 

[slayanyhivegodslately]

*after throwing a diamond lance as a prismatic titan"

float like a warlock, punch like a titan

[thessalian]

Thess vs TLOVM S3, Ep 12

Well, Arcane S2 comes out in just over a week, and I wanted to get TLOVM all watched before then, so I think it's safe to say that I Have Done It. Or I will have in the next half-hour or so. That said ... let's go!

'Glorious' new body, huh? Well. It's a look. I guess. I'm sure someone's into that. Rule 34, y'know.

Y'know, Thorshan ... Raidak ... whatever ... that's not what Krishna meant about becoming death. I mean, I guess you're going for the Oppenheimer thing, but ... seriously, they meant time-- Oh, never mind, fuck it, whatever.

GROG!

YES! GO, PIKE! YOU-- Wait. Why is your shield hellfire-orange now?!?

...Good outlook, Grog, buuuuuuut...

This body what-now?!?

Ofuck THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN UNTIL THE WHISPERED ONE FIGHT AT LEAST A WHOLE STORY ARC FROM NOW!

Wow. I just got a screen snip at the best possible time.

(Also, screen-snip is a STUPID-ASS NAME FOR IT.)

YES! NICE SHOT, VEX!

Yeah, no, Pike-- nononono... Fuck.

WaitWUT?!? WHEN DID THIS BECOME TETRIS?!?

That's not going to comfort the man who made an open-ended deal with a death god because of a recent "chance taken"!

Actuallyyyyyyy ... she was more fuelled by ... like ... not having a whole bunch of people die, but ... you know...

Can ... can he actually punch through magic? I mean, hopefully that's not some Prismatic Wall shit...

GOIN' MINXIE! YES! Haven't seen that in, like ... most of a season!

Message for anyone counting uses of Wild Shape right now: FUCK OFF AND ENJOY THE SPECTACLE!

Oooooooooooooooooh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit...

Did ... did you actually plan to get fired there? ...No pun intended?

...I guess he can punch through magic.

.........She has. A plan. ...And I think I know what it is. Feeblemind wouldn't work here. But... She's learned a few things about connections and roots...

She has. A plan. And she has an Earth Elemental form. Buuuuut that's still gotta hurt to see.

'Fancied?!? You do know how weak a word that is, right? 'Fancied' is "you thought she was hot and wanted to hit that"! ...Then again, what would Raishan know about anything else?

Oop.

Here we go.

Roots ... and connections.

WAIT WAIT WAIT NOT WITH THE ORTHAX-GUN!

At least the Orthax-gun probably didn't kill her. Them. It. Whatever.

Oooooooh, Percy...

To quote Marisha herself... "It's a power play; I love it!"

...Ooooooor maybe not-- OMG YOU WENT TO THAT CALLBACK!

I don't know if the Raven Queen's going to like this...

Yeah no.

He's not returning to the After! He needs to be released to get to an after!

...Was ... what that an answer?

That's what you think, Allura.

Kima is so done with this shit.

...Which ... yeah, you have and you did and you will, Champion of the Raven Queen.

Heh. That's going to come into play later, that little feather...

"Against"-- Yeaaaaaaaah.

...Ooooooooh this is creepy.

...They're all trapped in there?!? OH EWWWWWW!

Oh, shut the fuck up, Orthax.

Orthax ... shut. The fuck. UP.

Come oooooooooooon...

Oh. Ooooooooh no. Nonono poor Percy...

...WHAT?!? NO!

.........oh, Percy, nooooooo...

FUCK. OFF. ORTHAX.

Come on, Vex...

No, not to HIM; to PERCY!

Thank you!

brb crying

Aaaaaaaand the feather.

N'awwwwwwww, Vax!

Yes! YEEEEEES!

FUCK YOU, ORTHAX!

WHOA. Literally, apparently.

WOOHOO! BRB CRYING SOME MORE!

ALSO LAUGHING OMG DE ROLO!

Emon being rebuilt and-- Statue of Uriel awwwww!

OMG VEX ILU SO MUCH!

That's ... ominous... WTF?!?

That is ALSO ominous.

AND SO IS THAT.

GROG, SHUT UP. Yeaaaah okay.

We had to have the entire group cheer "GILMORE!" at least once. Something was missing with Gilmore's involvement until just that second, and now it is all complete.

...I am going to find out who wrote this and I don't know what I'm going to feed them for that Meat Man reference but it will probably not be JUST bees. (...possibly also some wasps. And if you get that reference, hello, fellow cross-fandom person!)

I'm sure they've spent Winter's Crest at Whitestone at least once in the campaign. Or possibly that was Emon; I think they had like two Winter's Crests in Emon. Wasn't one of them something about chasing some kind of demon? Meh, anyway, this is a very off-season Easter egg hunt, this entire scene.

...Like Grog talking about loving shopping, when Travis has been known for several campaign to hate shopping 'episodes'.

...Okay, what's he gonna do? Ah ... he's going to leave in a less ... antagonistic way.

And the Aramente ... with Vax?!? And ... a squire to the Voice of the Tempest as the wrong character?!? BWAHAHA.

Ooooooh here's the song.

N'awwwwww. Montage of happy.

...Except for that yick on his wrist...

...aaaand except for the cultist chanting--

...the eyes ... or lack thereof-- GAH FUCK!

Well. Who's glad they announced that their S4 got greenlit after THAT last frame or ten?!?

Now. WHO WROTE THIS?!? Brandon Auman, and Sam. I've talked about both of them before, but I think I'm starting to get a feel for when there's an episode that Sam had a hand in writing? I think it's the trolly little Easter eggs. That's just ... a very Sam thing. But he and Brandon, particularly together, seem to be able to get you laughing, ram a dagger into your heart while you're laughing, and then make you laugh again while you're sobbing with the pain of it. (Also Meredith Kecskemety, whose name I will learn to pronounce.)

Well, that's that. I so very much want S4. I need to see what they do with the Whispered One arc. I really do.

Oh. And. Before I go watch Omn1's take on this ep and then take a week or so's breather before hitting Arcane S2? That screenshot I mentioned:

I mean. Did I or did I not pause at the best time?

[ghostinthegallery]

omg ask gameee❤❤❤

2 13 17 19 20 for Zahndrekh and Obyron

2 4 13 17 18 20 for Orizyn

Zahndrekh/Obyron

2) who says “I love you” more?

Zahndrekh. He is very loquacious and emotional so there are many declarations of love for his handsome bodyguard. Obyron grunts affectionately.. Zahndrekh knows what he means.

13) who gives the most compliments?

Also Zahndrekh. Why shouldn't he? Look at Obyron! How can you not say nice things about how big and strong and capable he is? The overlord of Gidrim is simply dealing in facts here!

17) who fusses over takes care of the other when they get sick?

Obyron considers fussing over a sick overlord part of his duty. He would punch every flu virus in the face if he face if he could, but sadly he has to settle for looming ominously over biomancers and making sure Zahndrekh gets plenty of rest (and cuddles as necessary)

Zahndrekh doesn't think he has to fuss over Obyron, dude is invincible, but on the rare occasions something genuinely gets him, Zahndrekh would be glues to his side and exceedingly fussy.

19) who clings to the other for comfort when they’re sad or scared?

Zahndrekh. Full baby lemur mode on the hunk for literally any reason or sometimes no reason at all. Obyron's there and must be clung to

20) who is more ‘physically passionate’? (hugs, kisses, or maybe more…)

In public? Zahndrekh absolutely. Obyron is far too ashamed to display any untoward behavior. On the flip side, Obyron is keeping such a tight lid on everything that in private when he does let go, it's probably wild

Orikan/Trazyn

2) who says “I love you” more?

Trazyn, as part of his campaign to get a rise out of Orikan, professes his love at every available opportunity. Orikan is a total tsundere about all of this (and also I think genuinely more guarded given that everything around a romantic entanglement with an overlord will hit him harder because class differences and social power and all that. Orikan is much less able to be vulnerable)

4) who swears more?

Orikan's swear jar has funded so many expansions to the Prismatic Galleries.

13) who gives the most compliments?

Trazyn, again fucking with Orikan but he is genuine. He appreciates his gremlin rival husband and he is very happy to tell him why.

17) who fusses over takes care of the other when they get sick?

Thank you Infinite and the Divine for showing that Trazyn goes full nurse mode, scanning and checking and reassuring when Orikan is injured. Whereas when Trazyn is sick, Orikan points and laughs (while constantly hanging around and making sure he is okay. For professional reasons)

18) who finds it impossible to stay angry at the other for long?

Neither. Staying angry for unreasonable lengths of time is the bedrock of their relationship. They have invented entirely new ways to be furious with each other. Stars will burn out before their fury ebbs even a fraction. It keeps the marriage/divorce spicy.

20) who is more ‘physically passionate’? (hugs, kisses, or maybe more…)

Probably Trazyn overall, again given he is generally a more confident person and would feel comfortable initiating. Orikan will go full feral cat and scratch if he's not in the mood, but when he is, the cuddles are excellent.

[captainkurosolaire]

Blooming Effect

Colorfully ornamented pinwheel's delicately in youth's spring hands whirled while they giggled amongst themselves, crackling skies of prismatic firework's of festivities lit up alongside drifting stars celebrating a new leaf. An elegant vibrant dragon's dancing ran parading throughout the Far-East chasing away evil spirit's and encourage prosperity, fortune. Even in conflict's of grim. A seasoned-shadow with minor scrapes moved throughout crowds undetected. An oddity challenging flower still remained in his possession for until Sunrise. When his ordeal, would be over. Yet every petal remained in-tact, the flower mysteriously didn't wither. In moment's the assassin, researched it like a father's obligation. She who wasn't even named. It-was-as-if, his existence was buried, a nameless headstone grave, this flower was a respect to the dead; of him, and the yard's he created. Sensation's crept up, protecting this small-precious, insignificant thing. Was this power in valuing life? His saunter pace furthered, feeling followed. Someone peered through darkness and located him skillfully. Taking an alley-way away from crowds. Pursuit came to a stop, as heel's cackling behind him paused at the entry, noticing the shadow disappeared. Thinking he caught the chaser off-guard, only for a scatter of high-puncturing thick steel-needles to launch from a conditioned, polished hand. He rapidly deflected with a blinding speed swish of his sheathed-blade, one-stray needle, requiring him to physically punch in a timely-stoppage, blocking for the safety of that flower, nestled closer to his heart. A completed lolipop's stick fell from filled purse-lips, "Sharp, Lion, oh how you've always penetrated my deepest senses." Sultry came out playfully from a She-Devil. Palpable energy unveiled rising, flashing an uncanny smirk, she cut the distance and kicked his blade in disarming, the stiletto heel's she wore were instrumental-weapons equivalently. Razor-nail's feminine grazed his neck, easy for rupturing. Her disarm wasn't entirely success, his feline tail, latched by the hilt his blade and transferred it to an open-palm to wield, both them stalemated. Purring before his feline ear, "I do enjoy being a breathe away at the crescendo with you." She'd wink before leaping backwards. This energetic, assassin perhaps, was at an equal-level or above, without sacrificing an ounce of identity. Her method was more aligned with infamous, Kunoichi's, ensnaring with their feminine-charm, before burying their teeth to prey. The stone-face spent no amusement, "How do you come, Killer Queen?" Only knowing another by many title's placed in their settings. Alongside one mutual-mission they met previously-in. "Buy me dinner, I could be ever-willing to demonstrate." Furthering teases, despite his steel-exposure was immovable. Clearly, she wasn't out to spew his blood. Taking a turn and began withdrawing, wasn't worth sticking around, entertaining whatever she was scheming. Brow's of dismay and playfulness frowned, "Alright! Get-back, I'm returning a favor. I was running an investigation on your own Don." Upon hearing callous hands returned with killing-intent, was likely they'd be fighting after-all... For now still held allegiances. Before he struck, she continued. Violet-highlight strands with darker roots, she brushed aside and began using a trimmer on her nails. "Overheard them mention you in-fact, you're compromised to them." Now his attention and posture staggered, realizing the severity. "They know your mission-failed, she's marked. Dead any moment by another Black Miracle." He said no response, and began suddenly taking-off, climbing acrobatically on rooftops above the Eastern city-walls. <My didn't expect that response.... Seems you're compromised indeed.> The informant thought before following his movements, running alongside gingerly. "Could of led with this." He said simplistically. Expressing her sympathy became mournful, respecting, "You'll not find her in time..." Being realistic.

Stopping in tracks holding his head down, seemingly accepting it's a lost cause... Retrieval came for the flower nestled still containing his client's scent and aura. Using an advanced-technique, like sonar detection, or wavelength's of that flower's essence permeated throughout the city using his own aether to extend the range and lock onto identical unseen waves until finding the center point, where similarities meet. Boot's resumed on a race against the clock, lethally ticking.

[Prev:Chapter]: Mother of Light ~ ♪"Secret Place"♪

[penig]

Concerning Pink Lemonade

So, in the wake of yesterday’s brief lemonade discourse with @prismatic-bell, I started wondering. I began my researches at home, by consulting my late-70s edition of the Betty Crocker Cookbook. Yes, Betty Crocker is a corporate invention and shill, but her cookbook (at least for that edition ) is very handy for a lot basic things. If a dish is frequently found on American tables, odds are good it’ll have some sort recipe for it, even if it isn’t your favorite version of the dish. And sure enough, “pink” was down as a variation on lemonade, and the lemonade recipe itself is an acceptable one. Alas, to make pink lemonade the instructions are to make basic lemonade and add two tablespoons of grenadine syrup and a drop or two of food coloring! Which is about what you’d expect from commercial lemonade but I think we can all probably agree that it’s a cheat in a private kitchen and not worthy of the name “home cooking.”

So I started considering what I knew, or thought I knew, about pink lemonade, and why I thought so. That it was made from grapefruit I had no doubt - I distinctly remember my mom’s voice telling me that when I hesitated to drink it the first time. But I think the rest of the idea I had about it, though logical and experience-based, is not something anyone ever told me. (I have never actually made the stuff myself; never had that much grapefruit juice on hand.) Because, pink lemonade excepted, if a drink is made from a fruit, water, and sugar, it is fruitade - lemonade, limeade, orangeade. But grapefruitade is not a word and you only have to see or say it to know why. So grapefruitade became pink lemonade - essentially the same recipe, with an appropriate amount of grapefruit juice in place of the lemon juice. If a fruit is added to lemonade it becomes fruit lemonade - strawberry lemonade, raspberry lemonade, etc. Add one more fruit and you’ve got yourself a fruit punch.

This all seems tolerably obvious to me. But prismatic-bell’s evidence demonstrates that, to some people, strawberry lemonade is an alternate term for pink lemonade, not a separate thing.

So I asked my husband what was in pink lemonade and he said: “Well, if it’s real pink lemonade, grapefruit.” Which was highly gratifying but not definitive. He’s from Georgia and my family is all midwestern (though I”m an Air Force Brat and my cuisine, like my accent, is a kind of American Fusion). We are, however, the same age, and I thought it entirely possible that the original pink lemonade had fallen out of fashion and that Kids Today had never known The Real Stuff. So I cranked up the old search engine and went looking for pink lemonade recipes and culinary histories.

Well! Imagine my consternation when I turned up not one single pure grapefruitade recipe, only a lot of variations on fruit lemonade. Cranberry is apparently far the most common, but prismatic-bell’s strawberries, raspberries, pomegranates, and even watermelon appeared. Even more shockingly, one of the legends of its invention (which are lost in the mists of the 19th century circus) is that it was created when a refreshment stand worker threw cinnamon candies into the lemonade. I can believe a lot of things, but I do not believe that.

So now I’m curious. I have no particular hope of a poll made on my blog getting any traction, but I’m going to turn the Shiny New Post Editor back on and make a poll, and plead for it to be reblogged around. I’m typing this in Legacy because I forgot and anyway who’s going to read all this before voting in a poll?

[alterchaos]

The Birth of a Legend

NEXT CHAPTER: PROLOGUE: FALLING TO DUSK

Long ago, in the reign of the ancients, there lived a hero. The hero lived among the people, and was known by many names and beloved by all, for the hero protected the weak and vanquished all who would bring them harm with the might and grace of the light. 

Hearing of these incredible feats, a great and overwhelming darkness rose to challenge the hero, claiming there could only be one who championed over all. The hero accepted and a great battle ensued, shaking the heavens, until, at last, fate was decided.

The darkness was sealed away but at a great cost.

The hero was fallen.

A great sorrow filled the hearts of the people, but as days turned to weeks and then months, peace returned to the land. Everyone soon forgot of the darkness that had threatened their lives, but that was a grave mistake. The darkness patiently awaited its strength to return and, once it had, it striked yet again. The people rallied and a great war took place to end the darkness once and for all, though they were quickly overwhelmed. Just as it seemed to be the end though, a dazzling light appeared from above.

The hero had returned.

Bestowed with the power of the ancient light, the hero pierced the darkness in a prismatic array of colors, banishing the darkness once and for all and true, everlasting peace returned to the land. 

The hero then vanished without a trace. Some claim the hero fell, the body unable to withstand the power of a god. Others claim that what they saw was simply the will and spirit of the hero returning to protect them once more by using the light within. Though the hero’s name was lost to time, many still call the legend by the story that lived on.

The Legend of Zäp

“Now, will you finally go to sleep?”

The guardian closed the dusty book the wide-eyed child before him had curiously snagged off of his personal shelf. 

“No way! I have so much to do now!” The child jumped up and down on the bed, springs creaking even under his smaller-than-average frame, “I gotta train so I can become big and strong and cool and-!!” 

The ecstatic child prepared to run out the door, before being quickly halted in his tracks by a sturdy scruff to the neck, “Not so fast, little one,” The small child huffed as he gave up the pointless struggle to move his limbs, “Where do you think you’re running off to at this hour?”

“Like I said, I gotta become big and strong!” 

“Now? But it’s past your bedtime.” The guardian offered a small wink, releasing the relenting child back onto the bed, “And why the rush, son? You have your whole life ahead of you to become big and strong.”

The child stood tall, placing his hands on his hips and flashing a confident grin, showing off one of his missing baby fangs.

“Because I’m gonna become the greatest hero in all of Mobius! They’ll call me ‘The Hero of Mobius’! I’ll be a legend so cool and fearless that no darkness will wanna mess with me!” With that, the child kicked and punched the air, locked in an intense battle with his imaginary foe.

The guardian chuckled warmly at the display, “Well then, Hero of Mobius, the best way to get big and strong is to get enough rest. You can’t expect to fight bad guys with so little energy now can you?”

The small child put his hand to his chin, “Hmmmm I guess not,” He then raced under the sheer, musky bed sheets, letting out a small yawn as he curled up into himself slightly, “Okay, I’m ready to sleep now.”

With book in hand, the guardian rose from the bed, turning out the light and pausing at the door as a small, tired voice called out one last time.

“Good night, Chuck.”

The orphanage head smiled back, silhouetted by the warm light in the hall.

“Good night, Sonic.”

CHAPTER END

[lafcadiosadventures]

Smoking, it would be well to add, was considered part of the whole duty of a Romantic man. The cigar, being Byronic, was affected by the "fatally" inclined; the pipe came, not from England, but from Germany; it was Faust-like, Hoffmannesque; it was also Flemish, of course, and the Flemish painters, like Steen and Teniers, were in high repute. A pipe signified a more jolly potatory spirit than a cigar, but it was always possible for the irreconcilable satanics to regard the breathing out of smoke from either as symbolically demoniac. The cigarette was not despised, but its popularity was due also to its picturesque associations. Spain was the home of the cigarette, the papelito as Borel and his friends fondly called it. When they rolled their fragrant Maryland lovingly in the papel they assumed a Spanish allure, Granada rose before their eyes, and invisible guitars played "Avez-vous vu dans Barcelone?" However, cigarettes would have been out of place in the prismatic flames of the punch-bowl. Their Spanish nonchalance suited better the light of day: evening shadows were consecrated to gloom and frenzy, Northern spirits.

Vie de Bohème a Patch of Romantic Paris, Orlo Williams

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #133

It is Tuesday. That means it's therapy day. So that's where I went this morning.

Last week I was there, I met a kindly old gentleman with poofy white hair who really liked my hat. I had a brief, but delightful conversation with him! It was a good time!

In case you are wondering why he liked my hat, this is my hat; it is on my head in this picture:

It's a pretty great hat!! Eevee is one of my favorite Pokémon, simply because it has the capacity to adapt to anything! It looks plain, but it's secretly prismatic! Eevee is a beautiful rainbow of possibilities!

Today, I saw the kindly old gentleman again (apparently we go to the same building for therapy at the same time, I guess), and he gave me a pair of buttons that he made himself, specifically for me! These buttons have my birth name on them, and it's not spelled quite right (mine isn't supposed to have an H at the end; it's so rare to find my birth name on anything at all, let alone without the H at the end!), but I don't care!! It was delightful, and it is the thought that counts, and the fact that he even remembered my birth name at all was heartwarming!

One of the buttons was pin-on; I promptly put it on my owl bag:

And the other one was magnetic; I put it on my fridge, where I'll see it every day!

Related: if it ever becomes safe to reveal my birth name to you, then you have my permission to use either my birth name or this public one that was given to me, which I use pretty consistently on the internet; both of them are appropriate descriptors of my general existence, I think!

…I was sad when he told me that his wife said to him that he might end up accidentally creeping me out. This is something I understand well; I do kind things for others just for the sake of doing it - I don't want anything. All the same, people tend to read more into my actions than I intend, assuming that I've got some kind of ulterior motive or something. I understand why most people worry about stuff like that; most of them have trauma, and most of them have experienced what they thought was "kindness", only to have someone lord it over them all entitled-like later. It's very lame, but it is what it is. It's a little lonely to be misunderstood so frequently, but at the same time, I can understand their caution; my way of being definitely isn't typical in my world.

I wondered if, like me, he is autistic. I hope I get to talk more to him sometime; I want to hear more of his story, and how he became who he is now, if he's comfortable with sharing it. 70 years is a long time to live, and I can imagine that he has a wealth of amazing memories that I might be able to learn and grow from hearing about! But I'm not really sure what is the socially appropriate way to ask, ahahaha… 😅

…After I got back from therapy, I made a tea! Today, it was a vanilla-rose white tea; I think you might like this one about as much as the vanilla-rose black tea, actually. It's got a subtler flavor; it doesn't punch a person in the face with flowery vanilla goodness nearly as hard as the black tea version, hahaha! But that's a good thing; I don't always want my tea to punch me in the face, hahaha! Br gave me this tin a while ago, and it's still one of my favorites:

It's another loose-leaf tea, so I had to break out the tea ball again - not that I'm complaining, of course!

Today, Momma (Or Oma, for short! Or Mia, as M likes to call her, because then she's "Momma Mia", haha!) is on the windowsill! She is Mogwai's mother. She was a rather murdery stray just a few years ago (quite literally; at first she was so aggressive that she had to be kept in a separate room and I had to go in by myself with cardboard armor on my legs to feed her), but with lots of love and time to adjust, she has become very cuddly and friendly, even if she still sometimes gets into brief spats with our other cats! 🥰🥰🥰

This is how the color is after it's done brewing:

...And here's how it looked with the honey added, and the cream swirling around:

...There's so much in my world that I wish I could share with you...

Also notable today was the fact that M, J, and I went out to get sushi with J's sister. And this is a beautiful thing; due to a long and complicated string of misunderstandings, J's sister and I started off on the wrong foot and stayed on the wrong foot for a long time; she didn't understand that I am not the sort of person who speaks in implication, and so a lot of weird assumptions were made about me with subtext that wasn't actually there. I also tend to be very blunt and straightforward (but not cruel!), and people tend to perceive me as rude; for example, if I'm thirsty at someone else's house, instead of saying, "gee, it sure is hot outside," or whatever other indirect thing that hints at the fact that I need something to drink, I will come right out and say, "may I get myself a glass of water?" You would not believe how MAD this makes some people, good grief!!

Fortunately, with J's help, over time my relationship with his sister has changed for the better, and though I wouldn't consider us close yet, she at least doesn't seem to be actively suspicious and mistrustful of me anymore. We went to the local all-you-can-eat sushi place, because she had never been there; I took a few pictures of my favorite things for you:

...Hey, Sephiroth? Do you like sushi? If you do, then what are some of your favorite kinds? If you tell me, then maybe I'll give them a try someday, just to see what they're like...

...I don't have a whole lot else to write to you about today. But all the same, I'm thinking of you. I hope you're okay. I hope things will get better for you soon.

Please be safe out there, okay? Because I love you enough to write to you again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[coordinatorsunny]

Intro

Hello! My name is Sunny☀️ and I use she/her/they/them pronouns. I am a pokemon trainer and and and up and coming coordinator living in Hoenn. I'll mostly post my stuff about the hoenn league, pokemon contests, pokemon or just some random stuff.

Here's my picture 📷

(Picrew by me!)

Other stuff

I have been living in Hoenn for my entire life here so if you have any questions about the region you can ask me! The history, culture, pokemon that lives there anything!👍

I was a huge fan of watching pokemon contests on tv and admired the coordinators performing on stage so that's what inspired me to become a coordinator.

I also learning about pokemon on @quillpokebiology blog. You should check them out there really awesome!

I also have a penpal name Callister who owns the @pokeblogingalar. He's awesome so check him out too!

Also please talk to me I'm really lonley🥺

My team

My mom was a pokemon rescuer and she would adopt them when I was little so my childhood was involved with a lot of pokemon and basically loved pokemon ever since I was a little baby :) Some of the pokemon I had were given to me on my birthdays and some of them I caught in the wild when I was 10 thanks to my dad teaching me (he's a pokemon professor btw). Thanks mom and dad!

But anyways here's my team!

Phoenix the Blaziken ♂️

Move set: Flamethrower, Blaze Kick, Stone edge, Thunder punch

I had Phoenix ever since he was a little pokemon egg. My mom rescued the egg from a forest fire and knew when the egg hatched it wouldn't be able to survive because the eviorment got destroyed and couldn't find it's mother so she brought it home and later hatched into a Torchic. Me and Phoenix are really close and he helped me a lot during the gym challenges. He sometimes acts like a older brother figure to the rest of my team and is really nice, patient and smart!

Siren the Milotic ♀️

Moveset: Hydro Pump, Bubble Beam, Disarming Voice, Aqua Ring

I got Siren from a pokemon breeding center after I got my first gym badge. She's quite shy but loves it when I groom her. She also hates it when she get's dirty but is sweet nonetheless.

Cloudy the Altaria ♂️

Moveset: Mist, Dazzling Gleam, Dragon pulse, Draco Meteor

Cloudy was a present I got from my mom when I was 9 years old. He was a swablu at the time. He's really energetic and loves to play so he's really productive. But sometimes he can be gremlin and loves to bother my other pokemon just for fun.

Aurora the Gardevoir ♀️

Moveset: Prismatic Laser, Energy Ball, Physic, Light Screen

I caught Aurora when she was a Kirlia back when I was on my way to the 3rd gym. I managed to complete the gym in one sweep thanks to her. (She's one tough cookie!). Aurora acts like a older sister to my team so she gets along with them very well. But she doesn't tolerate Cloudy's antics and scolds whenever he does something stupid.

Apollo the Absol ♂️

Moveset: Shadow Ball, Dark Pulse, Ice Beam, Swords Dance

Apollo was another pokemon I got from mom as a present on my 11th birthday. I always gushed about having an absol because I thought they were so cool. I didn't know what to name him so my dad recommended the name Apollo. Apollo also helped me a lot on my gym challenges so I'm really grateful for that. I knew that Absol's dislike fighting so I only used him if my other pokemon had fainted and he was the only one left and mostly use him for contests. Apollo is a bit more reclusive than Siren but still he's nice!

Angel the Sylveon ♀️

Moveset: Fairy Wind, Attract, Swift, Moon Blast

Last but not least Angel! I got Angel when she was an eevee. Poor thing was bullied by a bunch of mightyena so I drove the pack away with Phoenix and Aurora. I guess I got my 'helping pokemon' genes from my mom. Since then she started to follow me everywhere and I didn't wanted to leave the cute thing alone so I decided to catch her! Since then I have been taking of her with proper care, love and attention and then she evolved into sylveon and gotten much stronger. Like her name suggests she is a huge sweetheart and loves to be productive❤

Other:

Via the Shiny Beautifly ♀️

Moveset: Shadowball, Pollen Puff, Silver Wind, Morning Sun

This is Via our newest member of the pokemon peforming team! She is sooo beautiful, precious and I caught her last week! She is a bit shy and not much of a battler like Apollo but a kind-hearted darling♡ I am going to take good care of her!

Well that's all! Also I really have to thank the power of friendship for the evolving Angel into a sylveon!!

Rules:

-I am a minor and this is SFW blog.

-If I see anyone being homophobic, xenophobic(racism), pedophilic I will block you.

-I will not tolerate any kind of bullying or any kind of harrassment.

-No spamming either. I will post here and there so please be patient.

-We all have different opinions about something related to pokemon like 'this pokemon is the best or this pokemon is not the best'. So please respect each other's opinions even if we don't agree.

That's all!

[mindstormpress]

Illusory Sensorium ran a game of Barkeep and their writeup is one of the clearest signs that the hard work we put in was worth it.

Here's the recap. I genuinely was laughing out loud a few times. Highly recommend: https://illusorysensorium.com/b1-wand-of-embiggening/

If you want to delve into the design theory of Barkeep, keep reading! ⬇️

When we were working on the book, we came up with a sort of mantra for the encounters: Is it sticky? Is it toyetic? Do the NPCs have means, motive, and opportunity? Is there information, choice, and impact?

That's a lot of jargon, and it's been synthesized from across multiple sources. Prismatic Wasteland summed it all up here:

Sticky means that the encounter isn't something the characters can avoid. It sticks to them.

Toyetic came from false machine as well, but also from a post now lost to time from Rebecca Chenier. Basically—will the players and GM want to pick up and play with the encounter?

MMO is just a way to conceptualize NPCs in a simple, understandable form.

ICI is from Bastionland. We can't make informed decisions without information, and there's no point to making decisions if our choices don't matter.

Building the encounters meant looking at each of them carefully and considering those foundational elements. Not EVERY encounter needed every single thing. In fact, with the way WFS wanted to write the book, each encounter had to be relatively short and packing a punch.

A really really sticky encounter didn't need to be as toyetic, and a really fun and interesting encounter that the players would NEED to investigate didn't need to be all that sticky. Everything is a gear of a different size that turns the whole engine.

Illusory Sensorium thinks that they ran the game "wrong" and I disagree. They used the tools provided by the book and had fun! Mission Accomplished!

But one thing they point out very early on is how they "trusted" the encounters in the book as written. The very first one they got is quite simple: 54 skeletons in a conga line, labeled like playing cards.

Incredibly toyetic, not sticky. But the players immediately joined in!

They could have moved on, but that situation was too tantalizing to skip. The rest of the game unfolded from that first encounter, and was filled with shenanigans. The work we put in—hand crafted encounters—worked out!

I'm incredibly proud of the work everyone on the team put into Barkeep, from the writers, artists, and fellow editors. I'm especially proud that people are playing the adventure and having fun. People playing the stuff you've worked on and made is the best feeling as a creator.

Thanks for reading. There's a lot of links in this thread, because I love tracing the history of things. It's no surprise that blogs are the home for so many of these ideas—word of mouth and common practice are easily lost forever when not documented!

The bloggies, a celebration of rpg blogs, are happening now! I've got a post in the running, and I'd love it if you voted for it. My competition is FIERCE (and I recommend all the nominated posts as reading material!)

Vote for RANSACKING THE ROOM today!

[quirkwizard]

Mind reviewing a quirk? Glass Wall: The user can create rectangular barriers near them wherever there is sunlight & dismiss them. The barriers are clear & prismatic but can be manipulated to refract light though it takes concentration. They're strong enough for 1-2 people to run on, but a good punch shatters them easily. In indirect sunlight, the barriers are weaker, and in darkness, they shatter shortly after being made. Keeping up multiple barriers & having them break exhausts the user more

So I think there is something in how this Quirk is set up, but it could use some changes. Aside from some key details, like how far the user can set up these barriers and where they can do it, I kind of think that Quirk is a little too weak for the set up you have. The user needs perfect conditions in order to use their power and they cannot control those conditions. And when they are, they are just as weak as something like "Solid Air". It just seems like more work then the Quirk is worth. Because if the Quirk is meant to have some other application or usage to it, it isn't really clear. I think this Quirk needs a boost in power to work. I would start by dropping the exhaustion downside. I think that the barriers being as mediocre as they are and relying so much on sunlight is more then enough for this Quirk. Maybe the main draw of it can that they have a lot of control over the barriers and where they form, making it more useful in utility and support then purely defense. Maybe they could use it with artificial light, so they can just whip out a flash light and power up their barriers. Or that being able to reflect light off of them has a much more notable effect to it, dealing minor damage.

[cheetahsprints]

Prompt #9: Soft

Inspired by this post

• Sonadow Prompt Fills •

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Suddenly, Sonic in his super form dropped to the ground. He started to scream and sobs occasionally wracked his body. Shadow landed next to him and scoped the area with alarm. Their foe was vanquished. What was happening?

Then, it hit him too, and he doubled over. He reached out and Sonic gripped his hand. The firm pressure as Sonic squeezed with all of his strength paled in comparison to the feeling Shadow had that his every nerve was on fire. Yet, he wished he could absorb some of Sonic’s pain to give his partner relief.

Sonic’s screaming stopped as abruptly as it began, and he whimpered. Shadow automatically shuffled closer and reached to wipe his tears away.

There was a brilliant flash of prismatic light.

When Shadow woke, there was softness beneath him instead of compact dirt. He had a fierce headache.

He prayed to Gaia and Chaos Energy that nothing would be wrong. Sonic must be fine. He groped blindly until his fingers found the fur and warmth of another.

A wail cut through the air, but it wasn’t Sonic this time. Shadow’s eyes shot open and settled on a squirming bundle in Sonic’s arms. Shadow’s heart leaped. Tears were leaking from Sonic’s eyes, but he didn’t seem to be in distress. He soothed the tiny thing until it calmed. A glance out the window told him that early evening had become dawn.

Shadow felt like the breath he didn’t know he had been holding was punched out of him when he looked back and realized what Sonic was cradling… it looked like a nearly newborn hedgehog.

“Where did this come from, Sonic?”

“Somehow, she was born from the Chaos Energy as it meshed together or something while we were in our super forms,” Sonic explained groggily. He let out an exhausted sigh. “It took a lot out of us. Tails and Knuckles picked us up while we were passed out. Apparently, she crawled into my quills, and they didn’t notice her until Tails examined us for injury.”

“She looks like you,” Shadow said. So, the Chaos Emeralds essentially… mated their essences, Shadow mused. That was incredibly bizarre.

Falling in love had taught him to occasionally trust the inexplicable.

“Yeah, but if you squint and tilt your head to the side, she also kinda looks like you,” Sonic slurred, giving Shadow a soft, goofy look. Shadow rolled his eyes and kissed Sonic’s forehead. Sonic stretched to peck his lips before he could fully retreat.

The hoglet’s wide eyes locked on Shadow’s face for the first time as her developing brain tried to take in all the brand new information getting flooded in. Shadow hoped their daughter felt as safe and comfortable in Sonic’s arms as he did every morning waking up snuggled close to him.

Shadow brushed his daughter’s cheek. She grabbed his finger and held on tight. Shadow’s heart melted. His doubts and concerns fell away at that moment, leaving behind a softness inside him of which he hadn’t known he was still capable. He found himself accepting this new reality rather quickly, he reflected.

They hadn’t planned on raising children… ever, really. The lives they led weren’t exactly conducive to being parents. He shared a look with Sonic, and despite the circumstances, he instantly knew that they would be keeping the hoglet.

Sonic passed her to him, and hardly had Shadow ever been so gentle. The hoglet fussed a bit at the change, but Shadow forced himself to relax. Coming into the world was overwhelming, he remembered from the near beginning of his own existence. Of course it didn’t mean his own offspring already disliked him, he internally reassured himself, she had no concept of that yet.

Sonic was looking at him like he’d fallen in love all over again, and Shadow’s muzzle and ears heated under his adoring gaze. He slowly rocked his little girl until she settled. 

The colors of the environment seemed brighter, as though the spectrum had perked extra just for them. Shadow wished he could stay stuck in this soft little bubble of time longer than it would last. Their friends would eventually get to hold her, but Shadow didn’t budge on allowing it until much later that day.

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