#tempest project

[pudding-parade]

As in, "hot weather." Well, OK, more like warm, not really hot, weather, but that wouldn't work as well as a double-entendre sort of title. ;)

I made this for a save where people run around naked a lot. LOL (Don't ask.) So I didn't want it to ever get cold, but also didn't want it to get really hot. I wanted it idyllic, more or less. Thus, this preset was born. It's not based on any real place because I don't think a place with weather like this actually exists on Earth. It's just what I wanted for a very particular save, and I figured I'd share it in case anyone else would want an unrealistically (and perhaps boringly) idyllic climate. :)

It has only two seasons, spring and summer, so if you use it, you need to disable fall and winter in the settings for your save. This means you lose all the features of those seasons, including festivals for them, if festivals are your thing. Spring is set as a wet season, with summer as a dry season. So, it's kind of Mediterranean-ish, but consistently (and unrealistically) pleasant. The temperature stays between 65F/18C and 90F/32C. Spring is a touch cooler than summer, but it can only go down to 65/18 during the overnight in spring and can only go up to 90/32 at noon in summer. Mostly, it stays somewhere between the two extremes all day/night in both seasons.

The main difference between the two seasons is that it will rain quite a bit in spring and hardly at all in summer. If/when it does rain in summer, it will be short and might be intense, whereas in spring it's more likely to be a longer but gentler rain. There is also some fog in both seasons, but no hail or, obviously, snow.

Since it does not have fall or winter, you won't get that annoying hard-coded plant dormancy between mid-fall and early spring that happens regardless of temperature, so this is a good one for growing things year-round. Other than, I suppose, the lack of rain in summer. But this isn't a preset that's in touch with reality, and Sims water their plants, anyway, so who needs rain? LOL

It's a default setting, so it will conform to whatever season lengths you set in your save's options setting.

You can download it here.

(For those who are unfamiliar with this l'il project of mine, info is here, and here's the tag page that will bring up all the other, more realistic, climate presets that I've shared.)

And because they're baaaaaack: @katsujiiccfinds

[suchananewsblog]

‘Peter Brook was the force that propelled us’, says Shantala Shivalingappa

My first memory of Peter: early 1990, sitting with him in his office at the Bouffes du Nord in Paris, as he narrated the story of The Tempest and described Miranda’s character to me. More than what he said, I was struck by his luminous presence, his piercing blue eyes and his liveliness. It was the beginning of a new and grand adventure for my 14-year-old self. He opened the doors of a brave new…

[astranauticus]

soliloquy

(edit once again i drew something with my ipad screen brightness too high and now that i've posted it nothing is visible. sad!)

[pricknim]

I knew from the first time, I'd stay for a long time cause I like me better when I'm with you

[just-horrible-things]

'Verse: Annihilation

Project Tempest Archives Footage : ██/██/███

A young girl sits at a plain metal table. Opposite her sits a man in a uniform shirt. On the table to his left, an opaque plastic box.

The man reaches into the box, and withdraws a round, red ball a little smaller than an adult’s fist. He places it on the table between them.

“Okay,” he says, “go ahead.”

Both observe the ball in silence for several seconds.

“Can I touch it?” the girl asks. “It doesn’t count if you pull it apart with your hands.” “I’m not going to.” “Alright.”

The girl picks up the ball. She squeezes it, compressing the foam in her hand, then runs her fingers over the surface. She briefly brings it to her face and appears to sniff it. Then she places it back in the centre of the table.

“Okay,” she says.

Several more seconds pass. Both watch the ball with unbroken focus.

The surface of the ball begins to change. The surface texture roughens. Pieces of foam the size of grains of sand begin to pull free of the surface to fall to the table. Soon the ball is shedding pieces like red snow. A halo of red dust is forming on the surface of the table. The ball begins to noticeably lose volume.

“Alright,” the man says. “Good.” The transformation of the ball ceases. The girl wipes her nose on the back of her hand, and watches impassively as the man picks up the diminished ball. He drops it back into the box, and sweeps the dust to one side.

The girl’s eyes track the particles, watching as they shift in the air current caused by his withdrawing hand. Some scatter back along the path of his hand. The girl’s attention returns to the centre as the man places another ball on the table.

The second ball is green, and made of glossy plastic. It rolls a little when set down, and the man has to reach out and stop it with his hand. When he releases it, it remains in place.

The girl watches his face until he says “Go ahead,” then turns her attention to the ball.

Within seconds, the ball begins to crumple. Strings of plastic begin to peel erratically from the surface, spooling out in every direction. When enough of the hollow shell has succumbed, the entire form of the ball abruptly everts itself, turning inside out as it continues to peel apart. The space that was the inside is already full of shifting threads of peeling plastic.

The man watches with evident fascination until the original form is completely unrecognisable.

“I think I’m done,” the girl says, as the plastic finally stops moving. “Yes,” the man agrees.

He picks up the mass of entangled threads that the ball has become a little gingerly, using only the tips of his fingers, and places it carefully into the box.

The third object is a wooden block. The girl frowns, but says nothing.

“Go ahead.”

It takes almost a minute before anything perceptibly changes. The man’s gaze moves occasionally from the block to the girl’s face. Her concentration remains unbroken, although her frown deepens as she continues to stare at the block.

Finally, a single splinter detaches itself from the surface of the wood.

A few more seconds pass.

“Is that it?” the man asks. “No,” the girl answers with audible irritation.

Over the next minute and a half, several more splinters become evident. Some detach themselves enough to fall to the surface of the table.

“Alright,” the man says, “I think that’s enough.” He reaches for the block, but the girl grabs it before he can. “It is broken,” she insists.

She lifts the block and throws it at the surface of the table. The man flinches, half-lifting an arm to shield himself, as the block splits into three pieces with a loud crack. The smallest of the pieces crumbles further before coming to rest. The exposed surfaces are all splintered, not cleanly broken.

“See,” the girl insists. “I was doing it. It just happens inside, first.” “I see,” the man agrees. He sounds uncomfortable. “Please sit back down.” The girl sits, still looking sullen. The man picks up the pieces of the wooden block, and places them into the box.

“My brain is tired,” the girl complains. “How many more?” “A few more. You have to practice until you’re tired if you’re going to get stronger. It’s like building muscles.” The girl wriggles in her chair briefly, then wipes her nose on the back of her hand again.

The man withdraws a folded tissue from a pocket, and passes it across the table. “Sorry,” the girl says, sniffing, and blows her nose loudly. She places the snot-filled tissue on the table beside her. The man looks at it for a second, then moves on without saying anything.

The next item he withdraws from the box is an orange. The girl’s frown deepens as he sets it on the table between them.

“I can’t do that,” she says. “Why not?” She squirms, obviously uncomfortable. “I don’t want to,” she says. “Why not?” the man repeats, patiently insistent. More squirming. The girl picks up the snotty tissue, and blows her nose again. When she puts it down, the man is still watching her expectantly. She kicks her feet under the table.

“Why don’t you want to break the orange?” the man asks. “It’s only a piece of fruit.” “I can’t,” the girl insists. “How do you know unless you try?” “No,” she insists, irritated. “I can’t because…” Her mouth twists one way, then the other. The man waits. “Because it’s the same as you. If I broke the orange I might break you.”

There is a long silence.

“Okay,” the man says. “We won’t do that then. Can you explain more?”

The girl sniffs again, and starts to wipe her nose with her hand, then reaches for the tissue. “It doesn’t look a lot like me to me. It’s an orange, and I’m a human being.” “It’s not exactly the same,” the girl says in a tone of exasperation. “It’s just too much the same. Both are… wet, and squishy.”

Another pause.

“How far away would I have to be, for it to be safe?” “I don’t know.” “Can you guess?” “I don’t know,” the girl repeats. “Far away. Really far away.” She eyes the man with distrust. “Really, really far away. And I don’t wanna do it anyway.”

“Okay,” the man agrees, putting the orange back into the box. “We don’t have to. Let’s try something else.” The girl sighs dramatically. “I’m tired,” she protests. “Just a few more.”

[tisbis]

[fried-trash]

two toontown art posts in one day? wow! say hi to the override buddies!

[tsunagite]

I don’t know how to caption this. MEGALOVANIA insanity or whatever

[ct-hardcase]

also the way lourna, keeve, and avar are all bi legends. to me.

[ikuudo]

now that its almost 2025, heres my art summary for 2024

22nd January 2024 ——> 10 December 2024:

this year was one hell of a ride

how bout yall? feel free to ping or something cus i wanna see as well

[goodluckclove]

Post Mortem on my 20-year-old Camcorder Footage (Clove Sees their Child Self)

So when I left California I brought a few drives with me that my dad gave me. One of them, I completely forgot, had about 58 gigs of footage that I recorded in like 2009-2010, meaning I was like 12-13. Riley made a backup of this around the time we first moved in together, more as a kindness to me than out of realizing what they were saving.

I'm going through the backlog now. I'm keeping the core backup untouched, but going through mostly everything copying like a more concise collection of footage I could maybe put together into something. When I had this idea it sounded brilliant, but I realized almost immediately that was maybe due to the bottle of Prosecco I split with my wife that night.

But a few days later, and after running the concept by my therapist - I mean, I wouldn't say it's a brilliant idea. But I think it's needed.

I had a pretty complicated relationship with my camcorder. Camcorders, really. I had a few Flip Camcorders (Which apparently sell on ebay for really cheap oh god should I buy one???), and the first thing I learned going through old videos is that I absolutely used this little piece of technology as a surrogate friend. So much of the footage I've seen so far is just me wandering around and monologuing.

It must've been needed, because the second thing I learned is that apparently for a good few years of my late childhood like fucking no one in my family listened to me. I would say things and they would just. Not acknowledge them? It's kind of crazy actually.

Anyways I'm just categorizing now and finding what's usable (12 year olds, it turns out, do not innately realize you should probably keep a camera steady while recording) and then I'll pretty likely start sharing stuff. Because Miranda clearly at the time wanted someone else to see what I was seeing. So I'm seeing it now. And you probably will too.

[just-horrible-things]

‘Verse: Annihilation

Project Tempest Archives Footage : ██/██/███ – autopsy of P█████ A██████

A body lies naked on a steel table. Female, middle-aged, and a little overweight. The skin is blotched with inflammation and bruising, and dotted with innumerable tiny scabs. The abdomen is distended. Several surgical incisions mark the torso – recent and unhealed, but neatly closed with rows of sutures.

Masked and gloved surgeons step into the camera’s field of view, and take up tools. A similarly masked cameraperson joins them, holding a handheld camera.

They begin by opening an abdominal surgical site. Sutures are cut away from the surface of the skin, then from the layer below, and finally from the fascia. As the flesh parts, thick, clotted blood wells up from beneath, oozing like custard through the opening. The doctors wipe away the gobbets, and continue.

Scalpels lengthen the incision while retractors pull the sides of the wound back to expose the organs beneath. Close-up views alternate with the top down footage as the cameraperson moves between the surgeons with practiced ease. 

The abdominal cavity is full of clotted blood. The doctors wipe it out by the gelatinous handful, discarding it as they proceed. The close up shots offer little to the untrained eye but meat, even as the surgeons use forceps to indicate certain bruised tissues and sutured vessels. 

Once done with the first surgical site, the team moves onto the next, and the next. After each has been inspected in turn, the surgeons open the abdominal cavity from sternum to pelvis and begin removing organs. More congealed blood is scooped away.

The close up camera focuses on each organ in turn. An abraded surface here, a dark bruise there. The stomach is emptied of its contents – more dark blood.

They saw open the ribcage to access heart and lungs. Clots spill from the thoracic cavity. The lungs themselves are blotched with the deep red of blood. The heart is intact, coated with streaks of yellow fat.

Finally, they open the cranium and extract the brain, dissecting it beneath the unflinching eye of the camera to point out the sites of multiple bleeds.

The footage ends abruptly, without outro or closing remark.

---

Attached is the full autopsy. The primary cause of death is determined to be pulmonary haemorrhage. A long list follows of the other sites of haemorrhage.

Systemic diffuse tissue damage is noted, as are high levels of systemic inflammation. Early signs of infection were found in the blood-filled peritoneal cavity. Acute kidney failure was noted shortly before death.

Multiple surgeries were performed before the subject’s death, targeting the sites of the most severe bleeding. Full notes are attached after the autopsy.

[applepies-and-starlight]

A couple of Ishmael centric fic bits before i pass out because it's 3am rn

[sonofcoulson]

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. season 3

Episode 3

"Banshee":

Freedom Force have tracked Sean Cassidy to Camp Lehigh. They arrive at the gates and demand entry as they are harbouring a wanted mutant. Peggy does not recognise their authority leading to a standoff between the two sets of agents. Peggy orders her agents not to fire first. She keeps all those with superpowers inside so as not to stoke tension.

Unbeknownst to her, a shrunken Hank Pym has snuck out and is investigating the enemy convoy parked outside the gates. He disables the weapons of the combatants in the first van causing much confusion, especially as he has also disabled their radios.

A S.H.I.E.L.D. tower guard by the gate sees agents pouring out of two vans with a third following swiftly after. Peggy knows exactly what is happening…

Peggy: Pym! What the hell do you think you're doing! Get back here right now! We do not want to give them the excuse to-

Hank (having entered the 5th van): Peggy, I know what I'm doing.

P: Do you? If you get captured they can bloody well keep you!

H: Uh, the agents in this van are unarmed and they're all wearing power dampeners.

P: …Hank, get out of there.

Forge switches one power dampener off and radios that Dukes is ready and the other ‘hounds’ are on standby.

Hank retreats, but his Pym Tech fails as he runs towards the gate. The Freedom Force agents open fire. He is able to shrink before he gets hurt but the damage is done. Gunfire is exchanged between the two agencies and the agents with disabled weapons and radios are re-equipping. Peggy is livid.

Fred Dukes, the first ‘hound’, emerges from the fifth van and is sent to the gate as he has superhuman durability and can repel the bullets. This is a young, fit Dukes, before he becomes ‘Blob’. He uses his super strength to wrench the gates off and Freedom Force swarm the base.

As Freedom Force technically fired first she orders Jacqui and Brian to slow down the advancing horde. Angel Salvadore and Sean Cassidy offer to go with them…Peggy agrees but gives them an alternate route to the hangar and the mk II Quinjet. Says they'll retreat to Muir Island, if Dr. MacTaggert will have them. Sean assures them she will.

Pym returns and tries to apologise. Peggy tells him to save it, she'll deal with him later. Pym is ordered to supervise the concealment of ‘sensitive’ tech, including his own.

Peggy calls the President to see if she can get a reprieve.

James Braddock goes to prep the Quinjet for escape.

Howard begins to barricade with some volunteers. The non-combat staff are told to evacuate through the warren of tunnels running under the base, including Howard's heavily pregnant wife, Maria.

Cassidy, Salvadore and the Falsworth twins enter the fray and are making fairly short work of the Freedom Force agents. But they grind to a halt against Dukes as he swats away their normal attacks. They realise they need to work together. Jacqui flames on to obscure his vision and Brian sucker punches him in soft tissue (eyeball). Dazed, he is unable to brush Angel Salvadore away and she spits hardening goo on his face so he can't breathe. Cassidy sonic screams him hard, direct in the face, and Dukes is down. S.H.I.E.L.D. agents begin to retake the upper level.

Peggy gets off the phone and informs them that Nixon told her that his hands are tied. She then asks Pym how many others there were in the 5th van…

Simultaneously, Henry Peter Gyrich confirms that the other ‘hounds’ should be released. Forge deactivates more collars in the 5th van.

The hounds are all dressed in black combat gear with slight variations.

One of them (Avalanche) touches the ground by the van, causing the ground by our heroes to rumble and crack. This breaks the hard goo on Dukes’ face. The hounds approach the team as Dukes remains prone on the ground recovering his breath.

Our team group together. Jacqui lays down a wall of fire to keep them out.

Another hound (Stonewall) walks straight through as he has turned himself to stone. Angel goos him before he can grab Jacqui but he starts to crack it with his stone hands. One hound (Toad) leaps over the fire and dropkicks Spitfire to the ground.

Brian starts toward her but is caught by a blow from another hound (Crimson Commando) who also has super strength.

The hounds battle the S.H.I.E.L.D. squad, who just about manage to hold their own, even when Dukes recovers, and the S.H.I.E.L.D. troopers are managing to keep Freedom Force out of the underground part of the base.

Gyrich calls for the last hound.

Out of the 5th van he steps and begins to charge his chest plate. Cassidy and Salvadore recognise him, even under his helmet and armour, as Alex Summers (aka Havok). They scream for everybody to fall back.

When the blast comes the three flying heroes manage to get out of the way, and some of the hounds too. But Brian, Fred Dukes and several troops from both sides are caught in it.

Peggy, hearing all this, calls on everyone to retreat. Troopers are to get to their nearest safe house and the supers to the hanger where the Quinjet is prepped and waiting. Jaqcui drags her brother to his feet. But they are obstructed by another hound (Super Sabre) who has super speed.

Cassidy warns everyone to cover their ears and lets out the loudest, widest ranging scream he's ever produced. With the enemy stunned and Brian up and they make haste to safety.

Havok is charging up another shot for the Quinjet but deliberately misses after Forge instructs him to let them go. This was at Gyrich's request. He knows where they're going and wants an excuse to follow them there.

When Gyrich leaves the channel, Forge is livid that they had Havok fire on their own men. Val understands Forge's anger but says the must achieve their objective no matter the cost.

Forge says the cost is rising and wonders where Gyrich will draw the line.

We see a shot of the team landing and disembarking on Muir Island while Moira McTaggart looks on.

We also see that Pym stayed, as he didn't want anyone to find his stuff and has enough Pym Particles to keep himself hidden.

We cut to Mystique, collared, in a cell. A guard lets Evangaline Whedon in. She sits. Pointedly she does not turn on the tape recorder. She puts a small medical kit on the table, unzips it and puts a syringe next to it.

Evangaline: Miss Darkhölme. How are they treating you?

Mystique: 

E: They've sent me here to administer your medication.

M: 

E: I believe this was your job.

M: You know what it does?

E: They explained it. It is deeply unethical. 

M: And yet here you are…

E: I didn't have a choice, just like you didn't have a choice.

M: There's always a choice.

E (momentarily thrown by Mystique's assertion): …They seem to have given up any pretense that we have rights in this place.

M: Isn't that why they brought you here? Mutant rights?

E: They brought me in to avoid a prisoner revolt. To give these mutants the illusion of due process, of a proper government department.

M: The truth! I wasn't expecting that from you.

E: What were you expecting Miss Darkhölme?

M: You have singularly failed to stand up to Gyrich or even Cooper. What about the rights of those prisoners? What about a fair trial?

E: You helped to capture all of those prisoners. Some of whom were former colleagues of yours. So don't try and lecture me about mutant rights.

M: So Cooper finally told the team about my past…you need a mutant to catch a mutant, right?

Has she told them about Irene Adler?

E: Yes. That made sense. Her predictions were a little too good.

M: Did she tell them about Forge?

E: Forge is a…

M: Yes. He just doesn't know it yet.

Did she tell them about you?

E (momentarily thrown again): …Me? What about me?

M: That you're one of us.

E: Is this…Did Cooper put you up to this?

M: I think that was my response.

E: To whom?

M: …Can I really trust you, Evangeline? 

E: You noticed that I didn't turn the tape recorder on? Gyrich's going to string me up for that.

M: Maybe you want to trick me into giving you my co-conspirators and escape plans to feed back to Cooper.

E: …I just want to go home, Raven…You want an affidavit? 

M: …Okay…If I'm vague on the details…then there's nothing to report back…

First, you need to decide what you're going to do with that medication.

E: …

M: I told you, there's always a choice. It has to be your decision. 

E: Some choice…

M: And then, when the time comes, you will need to use your power to help everyone escape.

E: …I can’t…

M: You can, Evangeline.

E: I killed someone the last time it happened.

M: I heard they had it coming.

E: …

M: It was you or them, right?

E: …I did a lot of damage too.

M: We're kind of counting on that.

E: Raven, I completely lost control.

M: You may have more control than you think. You just need practice.

E: …No…I…

M: Just a fingernail, a hand…an arm…start small.

E: Does everyone escape?

M: Unclear. But you give us the best chance of success.

E: That sounds like Irene talking.

M: No. No names. Not yet.

E: How will I know when the time comes?

M: Oh, you'll know.

M (Looking at the syringe, then at Evangeline): So…what's it going to be?

Aaand scene

[fried-trash]

the girls finally getting their 5 minute break in a 15 hour work day

[flyingsliceofpiart]

Plushie Ye'Len has a quarterstaff now! Added magnets so she can actually hold it (somewhat)

Went to a stormy seaside for an aesthetic photoshoot, seemed fitting since she is a tempest domain cleric

This is the second ocean plushie Ye'Len has seen and been photographed with now! So that is quite exciting since she is a pirate in game :))