#she put her shit EVERYWHERE

[cryptoseraphim]

made some nice progress on cleaning my room finally <333 will continue in the morning but I did get the entire bathroom cleaned because my brother and his gf destroyed it

[embras-grace]

It's time to rant about my human in Palia: Ori Tian

He is awful and I love him. You can learn more about my human under the cut! This information is not spoiler free as his character changes over time as we learn more about the world.

Ori Tian || He/Him They/Them || 29-30 || The Watcher

Ori's history makes more sense with a few key points (some of which are spoilers you learn when talking to folks/exploring the world):

Kilima was built on the ruins of an ancient human school (I think of it as a university)

The ruins were where humans were forced to go by the human king (the Fire Temple lore) where it seems they were getting more and more ridiculous orders. I consider this to be when humanity's downfall was fast approaching.

The disaster that killed the humans was not just Flow (which I see as a global warming metaphor) but also an attack from Shadow Creatures (the Library you unlock with Jina).

The human downfall took hundreds if not thousands of years until they finally died out. They didn't go out with a bang, but with a painful whimper.

All humans have innate magical abilities. Some humans spend their whole lives learning how to tap into them, others are born with a close connection.

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Human Life

Ori was a professor at the university and the dean of the humanities department which happened to be part of the school's administration. Their specialty was ethics and mortality, especially when it came to magic and Flow. They helped students organize various clubs and organizations inside the school, as well as supporting them during walk-outs or demonstrations against the king for trying to force people into "safety areas" to "wait out the danger" instead of facing the problem head on and cleaning up the mess humans had made that was destroying their world.

To students, Ori was known as the laid-back professor who was easy to talk to, but who wasn't afraid to talk back and be firm when needed. His tests were hell on earth but his classes were fun to those interested in a good-natured debate of philosophical principles and theories. He took it easy, but he took it.

To fellow professors and adults, Ori was a belligerent and sometimes down-right rude person. He had no problem calling people out for acting immature or acting ridiculous given certain circumstance (despite being hypocritical at times as a very hyper person themselves). The amount of fist-fights Ori has gotten into in university board meetings was too many too count.

He was outspoken against the king and didn't bother to hide his politics, which put them in a lot of danger. But Ori had one special thing that kept them safe from a great majority of threats: magic.

Ori was born with a natural affinity for fire magic and his anger could become explosive (literally). His flames were hot enough to melt iron and--when incredibly agitated--he could make anything he touched spontaneously combust. Yet this natural affinity came with a strict control he tried to keep tamped down... except when he couldn't in arguments. Fire brimming at the edges of his clothes (they never really caught on fire--clothes are expensive!) and his hair becoming bright flames. It's no wonder he was considered one of Embra's chosen.

On top of being a professor, a dean, and an activist Ori also managed the Phoenix Shrine. He was the primary caretaker, although he was as close to secular as someone could get in Palia. Is Embra real? Yes. Is she a goddess? Sure, why not. Does that mean you can't argue with her and have to accept everything she says or does? No fucking way!!! Ori is whatever the equivalent of a Jew is in Palia and he is very proud of his heritage, traditions, and beliefs.

His best friend was a kitsuu who followed him around the university and joined him on a lot of his routines for the temple. They could never be separated, his friend bringing him gifts from the natural world and Ori returning the favor with food and shiny things. His other close friend was Einar--who remembers Ori and what Ori did when he died.

Ori's death happened when the Shadow Creatures attacked the school. Many had already been moved to the temples, but Ori had stayed outside to protect the students that didn't want to go yet. When the evacuation order came to get everyone to safety, Ori was left at what is now known as the Mirror Pond Ruins.

When the last students were fleeing into the library--unable to get to the Water Ruins, Ori stood as the last guard to buy them time to lock the door. His magic was always explosive and he gave the Shadow Creatures the best show he could: he immolated himself in a massive explosion to protect the students he swore to protect. Taking out any Shadow Creatures in the nearby vicinity.

The only thing left behind was a pendant.

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Kilima Life

Ori doesn't remember anything after being reincarnated. At first when he woke up Jina had to walk him through a lot of things, but slowly some stuff started coming back to him. His traditions, his knowledge of what he once studied, his love of researching, his hatred of authoritarian governments and anyone that bans or burns books, and intolerance for adults acting like immature brats.

He's slowly remembering some recipes he used to cook (thanks to Reth's help), other human languages he learned, more about life for humans, but a lot of it is very fuzzy and comes back slowly.

Still, though, he doesn't recognize the kitsuu who had great fun trying to get his attention with the help of Tau and can't comprehend why they keep little him little presents every day... and he doesn't remember his old friend Einar. Maybe it'll come back eventually, but there is one thing he is starting to remember...

Magic.

And he won't let the Order take it from him.

[laugtherhyena]

3:23AM, time to post Hatamori fankid and retreat back into my hiding hole

[felixcosm]

The way people are responding to Taylor Swift's new album because they don't think she is tortured or mentally ill enough to call it that is fucking embarrassing.

God forbid an artist ever exaggerates for artistic purpose. God forbid a celebrity writes about pain or suffering if they haven't experienced the maximum amount of trauma in their life.

I mean, everyone knows the moment you become a celebrity all your human experience disappears and you elevate to a new level of existence where you cannot have relatable experiences anymore for the rest of your life.

[shigussy]

my sister is like a cat and only accepts affection on a schedule i can never time

[hauntedfalcon]

my desire to tell people I know when they circulate AI art

VERSUS

my knowledge that telling them will, at best, be a little downer in their day

VERSUS

my burning need to not see AI art circulated on my feed and dash and stories because it’s so fucking ugly and annoying

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

[loumauve]

I snapped today at work, and by snapped I mean I politely commented on a help desk ticket by summing up an mess of an (type of) issue that's come up for at least the fourth time in the 2+ months I've been managing user accounts, and asked the person responsible to fix it (himself for once) because last time I fixed his mess-up it took me two whole days to work out the details with at least four other colleagues from different departments and I really don't want to do it again. there's other shit that needs doing, I've been working 10+ hour days for most of this week already, so I need to cut down not add on more.

(good thing tho - at least we managed to fix the issue where the dataset of a newer employee got mixed up with another one of the same name and therefore wasn't able to apply for any of the access/accounts she needed. technically not entirely my area but it does impact us not being allowed to create an account for her so I figured I might as well track that issue down. took three days and at least three other people, but hey - it should all work out now. yay for that)

[bibleofficial]

guess who had fucking pesto w their most DARLING NUT THAT THEYRE FUCKING ALLERGIC TO

[phagodyke]

man this has been a fuckingggg week

[lesbiansanemi]

I am so…. SO tired of my cat peeing everywhere

[villalunae]

ah once again the "didnt think it was for me, got big, now i definitely know its not for me but everyones talkin abt it" problem lol

[immortal-stowaway]

I live my mom. but sometimes!!!

[weepingvines]

Our mom has been staying with us in our 1 room Studio Apartment for the past 3 days and I'm already this || close to a fucking meltdown.

[stillresolved]

"It's just a little something," Sarang's smile has a tightness around the edges that doesn't suit Jing at all. It makes her look hesitant, doubtful. Too old. Older than what Jing's mental age is supposed to be perceived as. The way she stands, too. Sarang is feminine, but her feminity isn't Jing's. Jing's isn't hers, either.

She gestures, vaguely points at the small gift bag she'd left on the table, moments before standing and declaring her departure. There, next to her empty cup, and Nell's hands, where Sarang had spent the better part of their afternoon softening into barely verbal answers, and long stares.

"It's not meant to insinuate anything," Sarang explains, with the calm of a being centuries' old, almost too warm for a deadly weapon. "I just thought you might enjoy wearing it."

A small expensive perfume bottle. A little something, because Sarang doesn't know how to make gifts she means. "Let me know if you don't like it, hm? I wouldn't want you walking around with a scent you don't enjoy, love." She smiles a little wider. "Don't ever disrespect yourself like that." ((>:3333333333333333333333333333))

@ptternminds / unprompted.

HER MOTHER WORKED THREE JOBS TO KEEP THEM AFLOAT. And when Nell was young, Daisy Jones took her daughter to all three of them. Babysitters were expensive and even more so, children shouldn't be trusted alone in a house. Nell used to be able to remember what day of the week it was based on her mother's work schedule: Mondays and Wednesdays were at the restaurant and Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays at the bar.

Saturdays and Sundays were her favorite though- her mother worked at a cosmetics store on the weekends. When Nell wasn't doing her homework, she was perusing the long aisles of beauty products that her mother advertised even if she couldn't afford them herself. Nell has always wondered what it was like, wearing such items. To consider such a necessity rather than a luxury.

Perfume is no exception.

Does Jing see perfume as the former or the latter? Nell can't say for sure- for a woman who is always impeccably dressed, a woman who displays flippancy more like a fan than an arm, Jing is...there's always an edge to her. Something not as light, not as pliant- sturdier, sharper. She's not like Myungdae, who keeps people at an arm's length. No, Jing keeps a much wider space, even when she strikes.

Perhaps an arrow?

"What does it smell like?" Nell blurts out, (the use of love made her brain short circuit for a moment there- just another question to ask: did Jing ever study in the UK?) even though she can clearly read the label- Coriander Sandalwood. Or at least that's what she thinks the label says; her Korean isn't quite a 1-to-1 with her English. Yet, or at least according to Alfred. "Sorry stupid question- I've used coriander before, not quite sure what it's supposed to do when I add it, but the recipes make it sound like my dishes will taste bland without it and I've been in enough temples to know what sandalwood smells like. Not terrible, but also it kinda reminds me of funerals- oh god, I'm making it sound like I've not happy you got me this, aren't I?"

A deep breath. Jing is still watching her, just as she always does. It's odd, isn't it? Nell babbles and even if she still can't gauge Jing's tolerance for such completely, she can't say it's all panic that spurs her on. "Thank you- I, uh, I've actually never worn perfume before? My mom did, but it was just for work- she wouldn't let me touch them. Probably wanted to make sure I didn't break anything."

She opens the perfume- she's seen lots of women put perfume on before right? "It's on the wrist, right?" One sprit for each wrist. She takes a whiff- it smells like the woods.

In other words, the exact opposite place someone like Nell thrives in. Somewhere someone like Jing would choose to be instead. Nell closes the bottle and tucks it away.

"Want coffee?" she says finally. If not still flustered. "And a croissant- I'll uh, it's on the house."

[hematocephalus]

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[cherrygirlfriend]

passenger princess pairing: sunshine!reader x grumpy!rafe synopsis: no one touches your side of the car warnings: fluff! wc: 700 this was such a cute little idea, i loved it!!! this is for the baddies that refuse to get a license ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ thank you for requesting!

whenever you'd come up with some new, ridiculous way to 'tune up' what you had deemed your side of his car, rafe would act like it was such a bother; like he really didn't get why you felt the need to be doing all that.

rafe's side of the car was, well, normal. sure, he had a few documents he kept in the driver's seat sun visor, but everything else was sleek, normal, but your side was like a kindergartner's dream come true. it got so ridiculous that you had a fluffy blanket you'd stuffed into the glove compartment, conveniently ignoring the gun he kept there. sure, that came in use for car quickies, but most of the time it was just there for when you felt like... napping.

the dashboard had a bunch of stickers as well as some of those weird furry toys (calico crits or some shit) along with those weird little babies with fruits on their heads; you'd put blu-tack on their feet to make sure they stayed in their rightful places. even the cup holder was taken over by a little plushie, and he'd basically had to argue for you to not get a pink cover for the steering wheel; that ended up with you giving him the silent treatment for a week until he showed up behind your door with more ridiculous trinkets for your side of the car.

secretly, he liked the fact that there was your side of the car, that even when you weren't there, he could still see traces of you everywhere.

rafe let out a small sigh, tapping his long digits against the steering wheel, glancing down at his watch the longer it took barry to get there; finally, he saw the man getting out of his trailer, letting out a low "fucking finally..." while barry opened the door to rafe's car, his eyes immediately landing on the crap on your side of the car. "don't ask."

"wasn't gonna." barry huffed in amusement, getting into the decorated side of the car, and rafe wished he wasn't in such a hurry, the sight being so ridiculous. "you're whipped, huh?"

"what are you talking about?" rafe scoffed, the car lurching forward as he started it, barry adjusting the cute seat cover you'd recently bought, letting out a small tut. "i wouldn't do that." but before rafe could stop barry from further meddling with your settings, he'd already started adjusting the seat, making him groan internally.

"are you gonna get shit for it?"

"obviously." rafe scoffed, "and you will too. it took her, like, a month to adjust it to be comfortable. so stop touching her shit."

still, barry continued looking at the little trinkets you kept on your side of the car, taking one of those weird fruit babies and toying with it, letting out a small snort, but when they pulled up in front of an unfamiliar house instead of the house party rafe had told him they'd be going, barry looked at the blonde with furrowed brows, who simply scratched the back of his neck.

"don't tell-"

before he could finish his sentence, barry was startled by the sound of a knock on the passenger seat window, and when he turned around, you were standing there, mouthing something.

"she's saying you're in her seat." rafe muttered under his breath, barry laughing at this; it was getting more and more ridiculous by the minute.

"whipped. w-h-i-p-p-e-d." barry slapped rafe's shoulder, making the blonde roll his eyes as barry got out of the passenger's seat.

"hi." you said with an excited smile as you climbed onto your side of the car, pressing a soft kiss on rafe's stubbled cheek, all the while barry climbed into the backseat, feeling like he was a damn kid getting a ride to school from his parents.

however, as you tried to settle onto your usual seat, you looked between the two men with narrowed eyes, your glossed lips pursing into a pout, rafe feeling like he might burn under your gaze.

"did he mess with my seat?"

"i told him not to!"

"barry!" you exclaimed, your keen eyes landing on the dashboard, noticing that something was missing; you turned around to face him, a sheepish grin on barry's face.

"barry, give me the angel back!"