#true cone community

[liquidpinecone]

Intro.?

Hello my name is pinecone

No I am jsut joshing around . My name is Oshahla that is my real name

I am a girl and I really like true crime

Honestly i always leave the Tcc after a while I have left about 3 times 👽 I know you don’t care but jsut fyi | I probably don’t leave unless it really affects me MH

Anywya

Music taste

- Kpop

Idk I do like everything but Kpop is something I love you can hate all you want but it’s good

- I listen to KMFDM every once in a while but I get ptsd hahaah

- I like rap aswell

Favourites

- Eric | he was probably one of my first favourites idk why maybe I thought he looked like Eminem

I have forgetton all of the names

- Oh right ♡pekka♡ who is literally the guy in my pfp

- Kip pickle I mean kinkel | idk why I used to like him a lot and still do

Basic info

- I am half American half English and quarter Jamaican don’t be racist to me I am white as Frick ok

Age - teenager is all you need to know

- I am currently homeschooled

- Height - 5’1 and a half tho I could be 5’2 now I haven’t checked in a while

- Pets - 4 cats ( gingy , kitkat , Ava & Luna )

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I have been in the Tcc since November 2023 not sure which day

But in 2022 I had a bit of an obsession with Jeffrey dahmer ? Strange but maybe it’s cuase of Evan peters

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I have no idea what people write in these hahahahah

Um that’s all just ask questions in the question box

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Pinterest is @ waitingforthetime

But my Kpop Pinterest is @ piicheolinni

TikTok is @ thevampireslayerr

[sweetdevil-sims]

Hello! Concerning TS3 Late Night EP, I've been unable to locate in Buy Mode the Food Truck parking space that appear throughout Bridgeport, even by using the buydebug cheat. If a mod is utilized, the modded Food Trucks remain parked and do not travel around. Is it possible to unlock the Food Truck parking space? Any assistance would be greatly appreciated ;)

This mod makes the food truck parking space visible in Buy Mode, both under Sort by Room \ Outdoors \ Transportation, and Sort by Function \ Vehicles \ Cars. It can now be duplicated and deleted with the Hand Tool.

⚠️When you put down a food truck parking space, you need to also add a trashcan to the lot (Build \ Community Objects \ Misc) in order for the food truck to park there! (source)

Download: SFS | Mega (readme included)

=== NOTES ===

You most likely need the Late Night EP for this, since the food truck comes with it.

If you have the Pets EP, the ice cream truck may also stop in this parking space.

You can use Nraas Traffic to adjust how many food and ice cream trucks your neighborhood spawns, and to enable the food truck for Suburban-type worlds.

With Nraas Traffic installed, I ran some tests both in Bridgeport (classed as Downtown) and in the Bigger Builder's Island (classed as Suburban). With the Require Parking Space setting set to True, in Bridgeport the food trucks still spawned; in BBI, however, they didn't spawn at all. So, if you use Nraas Traffic, you may need to set food trucks to not require parking spaces in Suburban-type worlds. Thus, they will park both outside lots and on the allotted parking spaces.

It doesn't seem to matter which way you place the parking space, but it's generally preferred for the part with the traffic cones to face the edge of the lot.

Trucks do not become stuck in these parking spaces.

[tpwrtrmnky]

Tetra has unwanted purple syndrome to be clear (their name is based off of tetrachromacy which is when you have 4 cones in your eyes so you're, theoretically, able to see a wider spectrum of colors {most only have three})

I hope my image id is good enough, it's difficult for me to do because it confuses me.

Image ID: a comic with four panels, the top left panel goes as follows a purple stick figure stands still while listening to the green stick figure speak, saying "But how can you be every color and no color at once?" Then the green stick figure continues, saying "That doesn't even make sense!"

The second, top right, panel has only the purple stick figure with a speech bubble that reads "Color is a vast spectrum of which I encompass all and yet none. This is both a philosophical and physical standing of which most can understand but not know how it actually works. I am the physical concept of color, itself. Infrared and ultraviolet can show you the invisible parts but you won't get any true context from picking one color of my many to identify me with. " The text and speech bubble being multicolored in a random way.

The third, bottom left, panel has the purple stick figure and the green stick figure standing in silence with the green stick figure having a speech bubble with 3 dots to indicate that they're thinking.

The fourth, bottom right, and final panel has the green stick figure speaking again, their speech bubbles reading, "But it's impossible to be both of those at the same time!" and "You're just trying to make the transchromatic community look bad!" The purple stick figure is shown to be face palming while text on their face reads [Insert FacePalm Here] in multicolored text.

"Clearly it's individuals in the community making us look bad, and not a deliberate propaganda effort by the far right" - Someone with no historical awareness, evidently

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Elements of Art

The elements of art are components or parts of a work of art that can be isolated and defined. They are the building blocks used to create a work of art.

LINE A mark with greater length than width. Lines can be horizontal, vertical, or diagonal; straight or curved; thick or thin.

Horizontal lines suggest a feeling of rest or repose because objects parallel to the earth are at rest. In landscape paintings, horizontal lines help give a sense of space. The lines delineate sections of the landscape, which recede into space. They also imply continuation of the landscape beyond the picture plane to the left and right.

Vertical lines often communicate a sense of height because they are perpendicular to the earth, extending upwards toward the sky. In a church interior painting, vertical lines may suggest spirituality, rising beyond human reach toward the heavens.

Horizontal and vertical lines used in combination communicate stability and solidity. Rectilinear forms with 90-degree angles are structurally stable. This stability suggests permanence and reliability.

Diagonal lines convey a feeling of movement. Objects in a diagonal position are unstable. Because they are neither vertical nor horizontal, they are either about to fall or are already in motion. The angles of a ship and rocks on the shore convey a feeling of movement or speed in a stormy harbor scene.

The curve of a line can convey energy. Soft, shallow curves recall the curves of the human body and often have a pleasing, sensual quality and a softening effect on the composition. The edge of a pool in a photograph may gently lead the eye to the sculptures on the horizon.

SHAPE A closed line. Shapes can be geometric, like squares and circles; or organic, like free-form or natural shapes. Shapes are flat and can express length and width.

FORM A three-dimensional shape expressing length, width, and depth. It is the basis of sculpture, furniture, and decorative arts. Balls, cylinders, boxes, and pyramids are forms. They can be seen from more than one side.

Geometric shapes and forms include mathematical, named shapes such as squares, rectangles, circles, cubes, spheres, and cones. Geometric shapes and forms are often man-made. However, many natural forms also have geometric shapes. Example, a cabinet decorated with designs of geometric shapes.

Organic shapes and forms are typically irregular or asymmetrical. Organic shapes are often found in nature, but man-made shapes can also imitate organic forms. Example, a wreath uses organic forms to simulate leaves and berries.

SPACE The area between and around objects. The space around objects is often called negative space; negative space has shape. Space can also refer to the feeling of depth.

Real space is three-dimensional; in visual art, when we create the feeling or illusion of depth, we call it space.

COLOR Light reflected off of objects. Color has 3 main characteristics:

Hue - the name of the color, such as red, green, blue, etc.

Value - how light or dark it is.

Intensity - how bright or dull it is.

White is pure light; black is the absence of light.

Primary colors are the only true colors (red, blue, and yellow). All other colors are mixes of primary colors.

Secondary colors are two primary colors mixed together (green, orange, violet).

Intermediate colors, sometimes called tertiary colors, are made by mixing a primary and secondary color together. Some examples of intermediate colors are yellow green, blue green, and blue violet.

Complementary colors are located directly across from each other on the color wheel (an arrangement of colors along a circular diagram to show how they are related to one another).

Complementary pairs contrast because they share no common colors. For example, red and green are complements, because green is made of blue and yellow.

When complementary colors are mixed together, they neutralize each other to make brown.

TEXTURE The surface quality that can be seen and felt. Textures can be rough or smooth, soft or hard. Textures do not always feel the way they look; for example, a drawing of a porcupine may look prickly, but if you touch the drawing, the paper is still smooth.

Texture depicted in two-dimensions. Artists use color, line, and shading to imply textures. In a painting, a man's robe may be painted to simulate silk. The ability to convincingly portray fabric of different types was one of the marks of a great painter during the 17th century.

Surface texture. The surface of a writing desk is metallic and hard. The hard surface is functional for an object that would have been used for writing. The smooth surface of a writing desk reflects light, adding sparkle to the piece of furniture.

Principles of Design ⚜ Writing Notes & References

[wall-legion]

Fan Tree Concept: Shiverpeaks Tree

So a few days ago I was consumed by the idea of "to be loved is to be changed" and started developing the idea of a seed being carried to the Shiverpeaks and taking root there, resulting in a coniferous Tree (and by proxy, sylvari). More information under the snip!

So the basic facts about this tree are as follows:

Like the Pale Tree in the Tarnished Coast, this tree has an avatar: it is male presenting and has been named Pinefather. (I think he sounds like Patrick Page but that may change!)

The seed was planted by a Shining Blade human monk named Laird, after he was separated from the rest of the Shining Blade and nearly died from frostbite/exposure. He was saved from this fate by a norn warrior named Sif, and in the process of her helping him to recover the two fell in love. Laird planted the seed he had taken from the same cave Ronan had found the Pale Tree's seed outside the abandoned haven where Sif cared for him, and the Shiverpeaks tree has grown through the remains of that same haven.

The sylvari from this tree have body patterns and "hairstyles" more akin to the trees you would find in the Shiverpeaks: think pine cones or tassels, maple leaves, birch bark, etc. Less tropical and more "humid continental".

Unlike the Pale Tree, the sylvari from this tree only drop four times a year and thus are sorted by the time of year that they are "born": Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter.

Because of Sif's influence on the seed and their proximity to the norn, these sylvari have their own version of the Spirits of the Wild. They are the Spirit of Rain, the Spirit of Wind, the Spirit of Sun, and the Spirit of Earth. Instead of the Dream, the sylvari commune with these spirits before they awake into the season they're "born" into, and the spirits inform the sylvari of what to expect of the world they're about to join: for example, a Winterborn sylvari might hear "I am Earth. I am frozen and the seeds sleep within me."; "I am Sun. I stay out as long as I can, but I must be fair to the season."; "I am Rain. I fall as snow this time of year and blanket those sleeping within Earth."; "I am Wind. I shake the snow from Pinefather so you do not catch a chill before you awake." Finally, the season the sylvari awakes into is equivalent to the Pale Tree's time of day. And while these are not true for every sylvari born in these seasons, these descriptions are fitting for most sylvari from the Shiverpeak tree.

Springborn sylvari are said to be naive but charming, the kind who will ask a thousand questions about something and then have a thousand more by the time you've answered the first set.

Summerborn sylvari are thought to be naturally gifted at the arts and entertaining other, and there are stories that the first Summer child climbed down from Pinefather's branches by dancing.

Autumnborn sylvari tend to be caretakers: they care for the crops, they care for the sick, or they care for the animals who help them survive. Because of this, Autumnborn are thought to be more serious than their siblings.

Winterborn sylvari seem to be the most shy of the Shiverpeaks sylvari, as they tend to be quieter or more secretive. So there's what I have so far! If I figure out anything more, I'll post it by reblogging this post!

[littlebitsalt]

Lies

Yandere (former) friend x reader

Summary: you meet your school friend again.

You write for a living. You travel across the world and make stories out of them. You had enough money to do what you want, enough friends to keep company, enough readers to keep you motivated.

You worked in a company a few years ago. You woke up early and got ready for a hard day's work back then. Work was stressful, and the people around you were a burden. You had no one to express your feelings back there.

So you stopped working for the company after 4 years. You decided to pursue your dreams as a writer. Your friends and family were worried that you weren't going to make a living out of writing, but you succeeded. Your work wasn't the best out there, but you appreciated your life as a writer.

You finished a sequel for your first book a week ago. Your friends called you for celebration. You and your friends had fun, singing, drinking, and chatting about some personal stuff.

One of your friends, Jamie, brought up middle school while talking.

"Hey, do you guys remember Ray from middle school?"

You nodded. You remember him very well.

"I heard that he is a son of a well known company's owner!"

Your friend said.

"So the rumor was right all along?"

Your other friend, Alex, was surprised.

"Yeah, those rumors were true! Didn't you work for the company Ray's father owns?"

Jamie asked.

"I did, but I've only seen him in the elevator or hallways. We were in different departments. How did you know about this anyway Jamie? I haven't seen this in news."

"Well... I work in a magazine company.. and a friend of mine told me."

You picture Ray walking around, alone. He was never with someone. He isolated himself from everyone. People from the company often tried to start a conversation with Ray, but they never got his attention. It wasn't that Ray couldn't communicate with others. Ray didn't need anybody. Doing something without any company was possible for him. In fact, Ray was good at it.

You didn't have any interactions with him. You didn't even try to. Plus, he is too busy to hang around with people.

You woke up from your recall and focused on the conversation.

"Is he still a loner?"

Alex asked.

"I think he is. But he does his work very well, that's for sure."

"He wouldn't be Ray if he wasn't the best, and alone."

Alex snorted.

"Hadn't Ray and you have something going on in middle school? You were basically Ray's stalker in middle school."

Jamie smirked at you. Jamie was always well informed with the latest news, even in middle school.

"What do you mean? You know that I talked to almost everyone at that time!"

"Jamie has a point. You literally followed him everywhere in middle school. I'm surprised Ray hadn't reported you."

"Just tell us the truth!"

Jamie looked at you with sparkling eyes. You knew that Jamie wasn't going to lose this chance.

"Just admit it, it was more than 10 years ago!"

"Okay! Well.. Maybe I had feelings for him. But it was just a phase."

You blurted out how you felt. Your face got red, and your friends all laughed their head off. It was quite embarrassing. People turned their heads to see what made two friends laugh.

Your friends went on teasing you. Jamie knew all your crushes' names and was excited enough to call all their names out. Even Alex, who was relatively calm teased how you fall in love very easily. You tried to explain that your number of crushes wasn't that much, but your friends didn't listen.

You parted with your friends when alcohol kicked in a little. You went into a nearby convenient store to buy something to eat next morning.

You bought finished products and a icecream cone. You sat down on a bench just outside the convenient store.

You thought about Ray.

At first, you asked questions to Ray and tried to talk to him out of curiosity. But as time passed, you began to really enjoy time with him.

Ray didn't talk much. He just listened, and that did help you. He listened attentively to your words. He didn't measure you like others did.

You were upset when Ray left without a word. You felt devastated when you realized you didn't even have his phone number. You hadn't doubted your friendship(maybe a little more...?) with him, but after him disappearing without a trace, you figured that the friendship was one-sided.

You assumed this unpleasant feeling would go on forever, but you realized these kind of feelings fade off surprisingly fast. You had other things to consider in your life, and thinking about Ray wasn't as important as before. As time went by, Ray become somebody who would be mentioned only when your friends and you had time recalling middle school days.

"Are you (y/n)?"

Someone asked.

You looked up. A familiar face looked at you.

"Do you remeber me? I'm Ray."

"Oh.. of course!"

An awkward silence began. You didn't know what to say. You didn't want to go on rambling about random stuff like you used to.

"Do you live close to here?"

Ray asked.

"Yeah, I moved here after I left the company. Do you live here too?"

"Not really, but I live close."

"That's great! It's nice having a friend that lives close."

"Remember when we were close in middle school?"

Ray asked. You were quite surprised. 'Close' was not a word that you expected.

"I remember. I hope you had a great time with me. I was a burden back then, right?"

Ray was definitely saying you were close to him just to be nice.

"I enjoyed conversations with you. You were fun to hang out with."

"That's a good thing to hear, thanks. I think I should go home now, I have work to do tomorrow. Deadline is close."

You lied. Feelings for him faded off years ago, but talking to him gave you an unpleasant feeling.

You also had this kind despicable mind off lying and leaving him on a conversation. You wanted to give back what he done in spite of knowing that it would be a rude thing to do.

Maybe you were lying to yourself when you thought about Ray and realized Ray wasn't as important.

You still were conscious of him.

"Oh.. okay. Can I take you home? It's getting late."

"No. I'm sorry, but I'd be better alone. We could talk sometime later."

"Alright."

You got home, and went straight to sleep.

After that day, you met him often in your town. He didn't even try to hide that he was solving his everday life in your town to meet you.

"Hi again (y/n)"

You met him at a grocery store.

"Oh, hi. Nice to see you again."

Ray joined in with noticing.

Casual conversations went by like middle school days. But now Ray was the one talking eagerly. You weren't quiet like Ray in middle school, but Ray now was more invested into this small talking. It was very unlike of him.

"(y/n), do you have plans this Sunday?"

"No, I'm free on Sunday, why?"

"I was wondering if you can have dinner with me."

"Okay, do you have any restaurants in mind?"

"I do. I'll pick you up at 6"

You were convinced Ray was asking you on a date. You didn't have feelings for him, but you decided it wouldn't hurt to go on a date with him.

It was Sunday morning, and you got a call from your friend, Jamie.

"(y/n), do you have time? I really need you today!"

Jamie sounded desperate.

"What's the problem?"

"I have a date today. A colleague introduced him.. But I can't go today!"

"Why? He couldn't be that bad.."

"I have a important thing to do today. My favorite singer actually drops his album today, and I have to go buy the album to see him. He is coming to the bookstore today! I can't miss this chance. I'm very sorry, (y/n), I'll do anything if you ask me to."

You knew you had promised Ray for dinner today. You also know that Jamie has other people to go on a date instead of her.

You knew certainly that Ray would be upset. His expressions directed he was looking up to this dinner.

"Alright. I'll do it. But you'll have to pay for our meal if we hang out again."

"Of course I will! Thanks! I really needed someone to go on a date with this.. what's his name..? Oh, Liam. You can meet him at 4. I'll text you the details."

"Okay."

You hung up the phone. You texted Ray right away you couldn't have dinner with him. You texted him you had to help out your friend, which was technically not a lie. You felt bad, intentionally hurting him. But it really didn't matter.. You had no means of dating him. Surely.

It was childish of you to treat someone like this. You knew this very well. It was okay though. It was better than making someone feel one sided in a relationship.

You felt you were putting too much energy in thinking, so you slept until it was time for a date.

Dressed decently, you waited for Liam in front of the restaurant Jamie texted you. After a few minutes, Liam arrived.

"Hi? You are (y/n), right?"

"Yes. Is it okay if I'm here instead of Jamie?"

"Well.. It's disappointing that Jamie couldn't come. But meeting someone like you is luck to me."

Liam was very out forward and energetic guy. His words were very honest, and he made you feel comfortable.

"What are your interests?"

Liam asked.

"I like writing.. I never knew I had fun writing when I was is school. I found my hobby just a few years ago."

"That's a cool interest. I travel when I have the chance. I watch a lot of traveling channels..."

"Can.. can I go to the bathroom real quick?

You saw Ray walking into the restaurant you were in, alone.

You ran straight to the bathroom, hoping Ray didn't see you. After a few minutes, you scanned the restaurant and found Ray sitting at the opposite side. Relieved, you went back to Liam.

You finished your dinner with Liam. Liam wanted to spend more time with you, but you declined. You wanted Ray to not notice you hanging out with Liam.

You bought some snacks at the convenient store and sat on the bench. You nibbled on a chocolate bar you bought. You felt the breeze touching your skin. Feeling the wind is a good thing to do when you're mind is full of useless thoughts.

"(y/n)"

You instantly knew it was Ray.

"Oh Ray.. Hi."

"I didn't expect you to be here."

"I finished helping my friend.. so.."

"Do you mind if I sit next to you?"

"I don't mind! You can sit here."

You could hear your heart thumping.

Did he find out?

You could tell by his face that he wasn't feeling good.

"(y/n), did you miss me when I left?"

Ray asked. You couldn't answer.

You told yourself you forgot about Ray, and it was right, you actually nearly forgot Ray and you were a thing.

But that was until Ray entered your life without your will. You told yourself that you weren't conscious of him although your actions told otherwise.

"No... umm.. I was busy studying and doing other things, so I didn't miss you, that much. "

"Oh"

Ray didn't talk for a while.

"Do you want to know why I left without a word?"

You wondered if you should focus on the word "left" or "without a word".

"Well um... Everyone in school was curious about your disappearance at that time. People asked me where you've gone. All I could say was 'I don't know either'.. In fact, I was the one who wanted to know why you left the most!"

You tried to brighten the mood. It didn't work.

"Nothing special.. I left because my parents had business in other cities."

"That explains your disappearance. I guess it would've been better if you told me."

You felt awkward. You desperately wanted to leave.

Ray didn't say anything. He looked at the ground.

Silence began. You couldn't handle the long silence anymore.

"Ray, I should go. I'm really tired today."

You stood up and tried to leave, but Ray grabbed your hand.

"I love you."

"I don't think this is the time for jokes."

"It's not a joke."

Ray grabbed your hand harder.

"I.. don't know what to tell you."

You quickly set your hand free from him. You walked away as fast as you can.

You didn't come out of your home after Ray's confession. Ray could be anywhere you go, and you weren't ready to answer him.

Liam tried to text you, but you didn't respond. You didn't feel like meeting someone new. You just wanted time alone.

You focused on writing your next book to pass time. You weren't planning to, but you had nothing else to do. Your friends can't hang out with you all the time, your connection with Liam has practically ended, your family lives far away, and you most definitely did not want to meet Ray.

What was he thinking when he confessed? Did he really think you'd say it back? You were confused. You thought you gave him hints by answering his questions in a cold way and even cancelling a date.

You knew very well you were thinking of him more than anyone in your life, but that doesn't mean you have to be in an intimate relationship with him.

Ray wants to be a special someone to you. But you don't.

It would be a nuisance to both you and Ray if you accepted Ray. Your emotions sway a lot. An hour ago, you would think of Ray as a person that creates a great impact on your life, and an hour after, you behave in a cold way to Ray.

You prefered organizing your emotions to one. But with Ray, organizing was hard. Emotions can't go on forever, it changes, and you couldn't stand your complex emotions. What's so different about Ray that causes you to feel complicated emotions?

Now you wanted to leave. It was foolish of you to live close to a company you got out from.

You contacted your family. Since you aren't working in a company, you didn't have any reasons to stay in a crowded town. Not hanging out with Jamie and Alex would be a shame. It didn't matter though. You wanted your mind off of this town.

All of this might be a rush of emotions. You might regret this. But your desire of leaving was bigger.

You went to a small restaurant you liked to go. Since you would leave soon, you thought visiting your favorite restaurant was a good idea.

You sat at the corner, where many can't see you. You ordered your favorite dish and called you mother while waiting.

"Mom, I was wondering if I can live with you and dad. I hope to see (sibling name) if it's vacation."

"Why? I thought you were good there."

"Uhh... I want a break.. I guess. I don't have anything to do here either."

"Alright then. If you want. We always have a spare room. But think more carefully! What about your friends? Or Ray.. did I say his name right? You said Ray was in the same company as you."

"Oh... Alright. I'll call you later."

You finished the call.

A familiar voice called out your name. It was Ray, as expected.

"(y/n)! I didn't know you knew this restaurant too."

You felt irritated.

"I didn't know you had an interest in stalking people."

"It's a coincidence, I swear. I'm friends with the owner of this restaurant and I come here often to visit my friend."

"Oh.. okay."

"Did you think about it?"

"I did."

Ray was pretending he didn't listen your call. You knew it.

"I'm leaving. I don't know what I'm doing here, wasting money, time, and emotions. I'm going home."

Ray was quiet.

"I'm sorry Ray. For treating you badly and .. uh.. lying to you. I ordered something.. you should eat it. I really don't feel well and I should just go home."

"Can you think about it again, please?"

Ray looked like he was going to cry, or go mad.

"You shouldn't go cling on to one person.. you know.. I know there's a ton of people who wants to be friends with you. We .. uh.."

You paused for a second. Was this right? It would've been better if you ran straight to your house.

"You can text me though. I'm pretty much jobless .."

You ran out of the restaurant.

You ran to your home, and noticed men outside of your house.

You turned back. Your instincts told that those men would only cause harm.

You headed to the convenient store. The store would be safe. There are people there.

Unfortunately, the store was closed. You headed for another store close by.

It was no use. A man waiting for you hiding grabbed you.

"Be quiet!"

The man pushed you into a black car. After that, you could see only pitch black.

After some time, you woke up somewhere unfamiliar.

A voice welcomed you.

"Ray, what are you doing here?"

"This is my house, (y/n)"

"Did you really kidnap me?"

"I just wanted you to realize you're lying to yourself."

Ray came close. Your heart wouldn't stop thumping out loud.

"What do you mean I'm lying to myself?"

"You're lying to yourself. You wouldn't admit I'm important to you. I know that feeling, (y/n). When we were in middle school, I only thought you as a classmate who has a big interest in me. I didn't realize what you meant to me when I left."

"I need to go home."

Ray ignored you and went on.

"I lied to myself all this time that I don't need you. But I do.

"You're the only one who could truly be with me. Others don't want anything from me. They just want to use me.. But you aren't. You're kind (y/n). You've never really hated me. You always listen to me..

"I'm just sad that you're lying to yourself like I did all these years.. But it's okay. I love you, and I'll help you."

"That's such a misunderstanding."

"Either way.. you can't leave.. until you stop lying to yourself."

Ray didn't care what you said. Ray hugged you and whispered how much he missed you and needed you in his life.

Ray is mad. You're now just regretting spending time thinking of him.

You couldn't assume the time you would spend with Ray from now on. You wanted this whole thing to be a lie.

[canmom]

I just read A Summoning! I really liked it. I’ve been told authors enjoy long-form comments, so if that’s true for you then here’s a reflection that got quite personal:

The use of second-person made me feel like I was looking in a mirror and the mirror was speaking into existence what it saw in me. I don’t think I’ve ever read something like that from a trans fem perspective. My social context (skewing heavily trans masc) is very invested in this sort of “listening and learning” approach, conspicuously uplifting and deferring to the sociopolitical opinions of trans fems because how could we possibly presume to understand their experience? Reading this knocked some sense into me about how alienating that must be from the other end. I don’t happen to be a trans girl, but why would that mean their experiences aren’t relatable to me? It seems absurd and unhelpful and dehumanizing and dangerous and just mean to reject that fact. Maybe this is just a painting of my own shortcomings, but I’m so glad that your story gave me an opportunity to connect better.

Some parts I found compelling and relatable:

- The self-shrinking, both physically and by the narrowing of memory. Painful but relatively brief experiences consume and overpower the narrative of self.

- Unwanted and painful bodily changes, and contending with the potential of taking agency to make further changes that are painful but (more or less) wanted.

- Plurality of the body, especially related to pain or division (dismemberment). This one hit me once for being bigender, and the a second time for chronic pain and old injuries.

I also greatly appreciated the intention and good research you put into describing the clothing. Historical costuming is a big interest of mine, and it always warms my heart when artists share that priority with me.

Also the esoterica cum gore (Latin pun intended) was delicious.

Thank you so much! This is exactly the sort of thoughtful comment I really appreciate getting <3

I think that 'how could we possibly understand' is a trap (hehehe... sorry). It's something that tended to get pushed very hard in the 2010s, this sort of standpoint epistemology thing, taken from a matter of courtesy (along the lines of don't talk down to people) to this kind of presumption of the intrinsic unknowability. Which is self-defeating! You've gotta believe communication is actually possible!

I plan to go into this more at some point but one thing I really perceived when I was on LSD a few weeks ago was a separation of the different faculties or parts of my mind; how much even different parts of the brain have their own spaces of concepts, like a sense of conceptual, image-like thinking that was being interpreted by the linguistic part of my brain; how all these elements work in concert to make 'me' happen. this was in part inspired by learning more about how artificial neural nets such as LLMs work, which encode concepts as vectors in high-dimensional spaces.

anyway the point being, communication within the brain and communication between brains, it's the same problem. we are attempting to map information that has meaning in one space to a corresponding meaning in another. and the way we do that is language. when I say 'red', it excites the various associations that my net of neurons has with certain sensory perceptions, a signal from my cone cells and so on. those are unique to my brain, unique even to different parts of my brain. but, by associating that word with a common experience, it's possible to excite the corresponding, analogous (or as I became convinced was a word when I was tripping, analogistical) set of associations in your brain. I think of it with a physics metaphor: thoughts are a lot like oscillations, normal modes and so on.

so we may not have had the exact same experience, the pattern of thoughts that get excited in your brain when I say 'red' are in no way identical to the ones in mine. but we are able to use the word as an anchor point, to excite oscillations in our respective brains that allow a back-and-forth to happen. if you talk about redness, I can imagine what you might be seeing by invoking my experience of redness, and vice versa.

so, for example, I haven't personally experienced what it is like to, say, live under anti-black racism, any more than you have experienced what it's like to be a trans woman. in fact, I haven't experienced a good many of the infinite contradictory things that one would consider to be part of The Canonical Transfem Experience(TM) either. but, if you're willing to listen, it's possible I can bring up analogous experiences and say, this is what my life's been like, and what other people told me they experienced, and these are some theories I find relevant, and perhaps excite some memory in you of what your life's been like that you can use to imagine what I'm on about.

the skill of a really good artist is to find the words, images, symbols, expressions, sensory effects, etc. etc. that can get across some of that inner world, that particular set of experiences, and let you construct something analogous in your own head. it will never be exactly the same, it is a limited channel and how you interpret it will be specific to your particular set of thought-resonances, but that doesn't matter. it's close enough to be meaningful.

thomas nagel famously asked if it's possible to know what it's like to be a bat, equipped with a sense that we humans lack. well, we don't know exactly what it's like to be a bat, but we can try to imagine it based on what we know about bats and what we do know. we can construct experiments in human echolocation, or use or knowledge in the differences between sound and light to imagine what echolocation would 'look like'. and we can build up a more detailed sense of bats by closely observing them (another @baeddel post: the amateur ethology one), so we can get a sense of the different ways bats act in different contexts, the nuances of specific bats, etc. etc. unfortunately we can't tell the bats what we've come up with and have them confirm or deny it! we are very limited in our channels of communication with most animals.

humans, on the other hand, have this absolutely insane invention we call language. we don't know exactly what it's like to be another person, but we can tell each other through the shared protocol, and that's a feedback loop, which will tend to bring our internal resonances more into concordance with each other. so the more we talk, the more curiosity we engage in, the better we understand each other.

(maybe the hippies were onto something with all that vibrations talk.)

so, all in all, I'm glad that my story made my experiences more comprehensible to you! in fact that's maybe the highest compliment you can give me, so thanks very much :3

and just to confirm your thought there - idk what it's like in your scene, but personally, I never want deference. I want friends. I want someone to meet me halfway, and take me seriously, but that also means if I'm talking shit, I don't want anyone to be like, ah, this sounds like bullshit but it must be mysterious transfem deep knowledge, inaccessible if you don't belong to this specific canonical demographic. like lmao what is that. even if one person is more knowledgeable about a thing than another so the information goes mostly one-way - a good teacher pays attention to and listens to their students. it's never only one-way.

(social media fucking sucks why are we on it)

long tangent aside, thanks for reading my story <3 i am super grateful for every engaged and thoughtful comment that anyone ever gives, that is absolutely the best thing you can ever get when you make an art. I have thought this and that about whether this story was any good, but hearing this makes me glad i wrote it and glad I finally released it. I can't wait to send out some more more freaky shit from the inside of this brain.

[stay-with-wonder]

The Mantis Shrimp: Nature’s Marvelous Boxer(The name is misleading. They are neither mantis nor shrimp)

In the mesmerizing world of marine life, the mantis shrimp stands as an extraordinary creature that captivates researchers, scientists, and nature enthusiasts alike. With its kaleidoscope of colors, fascinating behavior, and unique set of abilities, this small but mighty marine marvel has earned a reputation as one of the ocean’s most intriguing inhabitants. Join me as I take you into the captivating world of the mantis shrimp, exploring its incredible features and astonishing capabilities.

The Master of Color:

A Formidable Hunter:

The mantis shrimp’s exceptional hunting prowess makes it a force to be reckoned with in the ocean’s depths. Equipped with appendages resembling a praying mantis, these crustaceans(Crustaceans are a diverse group of arthropods that includes familiar animals such as crabs, lobsters, shrimp, and barnacles. They are characterized by having a hard exoskeleton, a segmented body, and jointed appendages.) are skilled predators that employ two distinct hunting strategies:” spearers” and “smashers” *

-Spearers: Some mantis shrimp species have spear-like appendages that they use to impale and capture prey with lightning-fast precision. They strike so swiftly that the prey has little time to react, making them highly effective hunters. (Do you get the pun now?)

-Smashers: Other mantis shrimp species boast club-like appendages capable of generating an incredible amount of force. They use this power to deliver devastating blows to their prey or even shatter the hard shells of crabs and mollusks, enabling them to feast on well-protected creatures.

Unmatched vision:

The mantis shrimp’s eyes are nothing short of extraordinary, possessing one of the most complex visual systems in the animal kingdom. Unlike humans, who possess three types of color receptors (cones), mantis shrimp have up to 16 different types of cones, enabling them to see colors that are beyond human comprehension. This remarkable visual system allows them to perceive polarized light,(Polarized light refers to a type of light in which the vibrations of the electromagnetic waves are confined to a single plane. This means that the electric field vectors of polarized light oscillate in a specific direction, perpendicular to the direction of propagation.) a phenomenon that helps them navigate, communicate, and hunt effectively.

A Creature of Beauty and Brawn:

Despite their striking appearance, mantis shrimp are relatively small, ranging from a few centimeters to about 15 inches in length. (38.1 cm) They typically inhabit shallow tropical and subtropical waters, often hiding in burrows or crevices within the coral and ambushing unsuspecting prey.

Remarkable Communication:

In addition to their incredible vision, mantis shrimp have developed a unique form of communication. They use body movements, color changes, and even gentle taps to convey messages to other individuals, signaling territorial boundaries or courtship interests. Their complex communication methods contribute to the fascinating social dynamics within their communities.

In the enigmatic world of marine life, the mantis shrimp stands as a true wonder, embodying nature’s ingenious adaptations and remarkable capabilities. From their awe-inspiring colors and exceptional hunting techniques to their unmatched visual system and intricate communication methods, these marine marvels continue to amaze and inspire those who dare to explore the secrets of the ocean. As we uncover the mysteries of the underwater world, the mantis shrimp will undoubtedly remain an enduring symbol of nature’s marvels and evolutionary wonders. Stay With Wonder!

[slipping-is-doing-things]

After some much needed time here are my Sampo Koski headcanons! There are a few people in the community I take heavy inspiration from like Feroluce and Sorrin so please go check them out. You'll definitely see where their work gave me much needed inspiration.

Word count: 1,102

Trigger warnings: weapons, murder and implied death

Fandom: Honkai star rail

Primary headcanons

Sampo is an emulator, but not currently active in his role. He started as an actor that became director with his innate skills to work a crowd and more, it only was natural for him to step into the role as director while still partaking in the performance as a background character or side to keep the story moving flawlessly.

It's physically impossible to unmask Koski, Sparkle might be in possession of his original mask but he still has one. The mask Sparkle has is the one seen in her light cone ‘it's showtime’ mixed with the predominant mask in Aha’s artwork in the simulated universe with the gem. The mask he uses while she has his original is a half face mask that hides his eyes.

One of the odder effects from being an emulator, his eyes work oppositely. His eyes naturally have the appearance of being dilated while when they actually do they become more snake/cat like. A very long time ago this wasn't the case and his eyes worked how they should but this isn't isn't the case anymore with how long he's been an emulator.

The name Sampo Koski isn't his original name. The name was chosen for his performance on Jarilo-IV, his whole character at that. Though, one could say Sampo Koski is as much him as it isn't. Such facts are heavily true when the script for this performance was heavy up to him to build an believable character for.

The type of elation Sampo follows is more close to the original Aha used to be. elation comes in many forms, sometimes even extreme emotions that drive people to overjoyed almost manic laughter or overwhelming sorrow. Elation that's paraded by the tavern and the followers disgust Sampo to a degree. To him the Mourning Actors follow a more truthful yet sorrow filled path of Elation compared to Sparkle and the others.

The one oddity the Mourning Actors and Sampo share are extremes. While the Mourning Actors live in sorrow and anguish, Sampo in some situations feels extreme emotions that don't always outwardly show properly. True sorrow is shown by sobs broken by laughter he can't fully control while euphoric happiness can leave him laughing in such a way fitting of the Aeon he is an emulator of.

Having people willingly be friends with him outside of business or the work he does is something Sampo isn't used to. He's the background character, the comedic relief or one off side character. The idea of someone genuinely wanting to be friends with him, not including children, doesn't seem real to him. He isn't the likable character after all, none of his roles ever have been.

Aha is aware that Sampo follows both them and IX. The paths are similar in nature with both holding disregard to existence as a whole. If Aha didn't approve or find it entertaining Sampo would have exploded out of existence in a burst of confetti and the soft sound of bells ringing in the distance.

Koski has multiple safehouses across Jarilo-IV, from the underground, over world and outside the walls. His favorite and safest is deep into the blizzard outside the walls, far enough were determined Silvermane’s wouldn't go and away from the more aggressive fragmentum. At one point he had an apartment in the administrative district until it was burned down. It was the only place he actually paid legally while using his persona Brughel Poisson.

Interchangeable headcanons

Route ≜ - Sampo is a creation of Aha’s. He appeared one day on an forgettable planet around the age of Thirteen to stir up trouble for shits and giggles at Aha’s direction. Overall his creation by Aha was for shits and giggles just to see what would happen.

Route ≗ - (While unlikely, this idea scratches my brain delightfully!) Sampo was a part of the Mourning Actors and broke away once they were looked upon by Aha to embrace the path while starting to follow IX. He was the director before becoming an actor in the tavern, he doesn't believe in the Elation the Tavern does due to its naturally harmful nature he can't bring himself to follow.

Weapons

The smoke bombs Sampo uses hold very little effect on himself. He would have to inhale more than what it takes to knock out ten people to pass out. The smoke bombs he uses are harmless in that regard, unless one has asthma the only danger is being knocked unconscious.

Sampo does have two different kinds of bombs, he very rarely brings out his truly dangerous ones that rather than showing a happy expression have a sorrow filled one. He would never use those against people, he much rather smooth talk his way out of things or disappear in a burst of smoke.

Backstory mixed with open ended ideas

Sampo had found out about Aha’s origins through Aha themself. During his time as an active Emulator regardless of path he spoke with Aha on multiple occasions, primarily about scripts and similar subjects before it naturally came up in conversation. He was put at ease knowing the path he walks is true even with the push back and slight distrust from other followers of Aha.

In all of Sampo’s acts he won't kill. He's only done so once and was sick with himself afterwards even though it had been in self defense. He has no issue killing Fragmentium and similar things but another human isn't up for discussion, he rather take a beating if he can't escape in his usual methods. At worst he can use his power as emulator to push the act in his favor to avoid such things.

It takes a lot to make Sampo break character, very few have been able to genuinely upset Sampo enough to get a truly raw response. If one somehow does, Sampo has his ways to make the memory feel fake.

While most wouldn't know it, Sampo is genuinely a good cook be it sweets or savory meals he's good at cooking and enjoys getting to do it! He makes the Silvermane guards breakfast for a reason even if the guards don't know it's him.

Depending on the performance Sampo is taking part in the character he is acting as usually ends with them passing away. It's a peculiar way that helps him abandon his previous persona and personality. If he knows the persona will be useful later on he tends to simply vanish without any reason or make up an elaborate lie to make his disappearance believable until he steps back into the role.

[raeynbowboi]

Creating a Thematic Bard

Through Bardic Magical Secrets, any Bard can pick up any 6-8 spells of their choosing depending on their subclass. I thought I’d go through some thematic options for a Bard to choose from to cater to different themes and archetypes the Bard aspires to do. For each, I will offer the 8 spells I would recommend if you were to play as a Lore Bard, and if you pick a different subclass, just elimate two of the options.

HEAVENLY CHOIR 6th Spiritual Weapon, Spirit Guardians 10th Flame Strike, Destructive Wave 14th Holy Weapon, Summon Celestial 18th Divine Word, Holy Aura

THAT INFERNAL BARD 6th Hellish Rebuke, Summon Lesser Demons 10th Summon Greater Demon, Planar Binding 14th Summon Fiend, Tasha’s Otherworldly Guise 18th Planar Ally, Shapechange

WOODLAND WOODWINDS 6th Spike Growth, Plant Growth 10th Grasping Vine, Wrath of Nature 14th Transport Via Plants, Wall of Thorns 18th Tree Stride, Guardian of Nature

NECRODANCER 6th Animate Dead, Summon Undead 10th Spirit of Death, Danse Macabre 14th Create Undead, Finger of Death 18th Negative Energy Flood, Antilife Shell

PYRODANCER 6th Scorching Ray, Fireball 10th Ashardalon’s Stride, Flame Strike 14th Immolation, Investiture of Flame 18th Fire Storm, Meteor Swarm

CRYODANCER 6th Ice Knife, Rime’s Binding Ice 10th Ice Storm, Cone of Cold 14th Investiture of Ice, Otiluke’s Freezing Sphere 18th Wall of Ice, Control Weather

WET T-SHIRT CONTEST 6th Tidal Wave, Wall of Water 10th Control Water, Maelstrom 14th Watery Sphere, Summon Elemental 18th Tsunami, Water Breathing

TAKE THE WORLD BY STORM 6th Thunder Step, Lightning Bolt 10th Control Winds, Storm Sphere 14th Chain Lightning, Investiture of Wind 18th Whirlwind, Storm of Vengeance

DOWN TO EARTH 6th Max’s Earthen Grasp, Erupting Earth 10th Stone Shape, Wall of Stone 14th Bones of the Earth, Move Earth 18th Investiture of Stone, Earthquake

A DANCE OF DRAGONS 6th Chromatic Orb, Dragon’s Breath 10th Elemental Bane, Summon Draconic Spirit 14th Fizban’s Platinum Shield, Draconic Transformation 18th Illusory Dragon, Shapechange

BARDS GONE FEYWILD VOL VII 6th Summon Fey, Spirit Guardians 10th Conjure Woodland Beings, Healing Spirit 14th Heal, Conjure Fey 18th Mass Heal, Wish

FIND ME SUMMON TO LOVE 6th Conjure Animals, Summon Undead 10th Summon Aberration, Summon Draconic Spirit 14th Summon Fiend, Summon Celestial 18th Summon Construct, Summon Elemental

ROCKY HORROR NIGHTMARE SHOW 6th Dissonant Whispers, Fear 10th Phantasmal Killer, Dream 14th Mental Prison, Feeblemind 18th Maddening Darkness, Weird

CLOAK AND DAGGER 6th  Counterspell, Pass Without Trace 10th Death Ward, Steel Wind Strike 14th Contingency, Simulacrum 18th Feeblemind, Foresight

NECROSIS 6th Inflict Wounds, Wither and Bloom 10th Blight, Enervation 14th Harm, Finger of Death 18th Abi’s Horrid Wilting, Destructive Wave

STEP THREE: PROPHET 6th Augury, Clairvoyance 10th Divination, Commune  14th True Seeing, Detect Thoughts 18th Astral Projection, Foresight

GLOWING REVIEWS 6th Blinding Smite, Spirit Guardians 10th Destructive Wave, Wall of Light 14th Sunbeam, Crown of Stars 18th Guiding Bolt, Sunburst

SIMPLY PSIONIC 6th Mind Spike, Tasha’s Mind Whip 10th Raulothim’s Psychic Lance, Telekinesis 14th Rary’s Telepathic Bond, Synaptic Static 18th Telepathy, Psychic Scream

SONG OF WAR 6th Hunter’s Mark, Spiritual Weapon  10th Staggering Smite, Steel Wind Strike (or) Swift Quiver 14th Holy Weapon, Blade Barrier 18th Conjure Volley, Blade of Disaster

SHIELD MASTER 6th Armor of Agathys, Shield 10th Otiluke’s Resilient Sphere, Wall of Force 14th Fizban’s Platinum Shield, Globe of Invulnerability 18th Forecage, Invulnerability

MAGIC MIKE 6th Magic Missile, Glyph of Warding 10th Arcane Eye, Bigby’s Hand 14th Arcane Gate, Symbol 18th Demiplane, True Polymorph

SPELLBREAKER 6th Absorb Elements, Counterspell 10th Circle of Power, Synaptic static 14th Fizban’s Platinum Shield, Forecage 18th Feeblemind, Antimagic Field

SOME ASSEMBLY REQUIRED 6th Spiritual Weapon, Spirit Guardians 10th Guardian of Faith, Bigby’s Hand 14th Mordenkainen’s Sword, Blade Barrier 18th Max’s Earthen Grasp, Blade of Disaster

TWO-FACED 6th Alter Self, Water Breathing 10th Guardian of Nature, Stoneskin 14th Tasha’s Otherworldly Guise, Draconic Transformation 18th Animal Shapes, Shapechange MASTER OF ILLUSIONS 6th Blur, Pass Without Trace 10th Phantom Steed, Creation 14th Mental Prison, Nystul’s Magic Aura 18th Illusory Dragon, Weird

A DANCE WITH DEATH 6th Wither and Bloom, Vampiric Touch 10th Blight, Enervation 14th Contingency, Soul Cage 18th Clone, Invulnerability

MERCY MAIN 6th Aura of Vitality, Beacon of Hope 10th Aura of Purity, Aura of Life 14th Heal, Regenerate 18th Mass Heal, True Resurrection

PLAGUED BY GUILT 6th Hex, Bestow Curse 10th Vitriolic Sphere, Contagion 14th Eyebite, Harm 18th Feeblemind, Weird

BLUE EXORCIST 6th Counterspell, Remove Curse 10th Dispel Evil and Good, Banishing Smite 14th Forbiddance, Plane Shift 18th Forecage, Imprisonment

BARD EX MACHINA 6th Elemental Weapon, Tiny Servant 10th Fabricate, Creation 14th Animate Objects, Summon Construct 18th Mighty Fortress, Blade of Disaster

CONCLAVE OF THE HOUND DOG 6th Hunter’s Mark, Conjure Animals 10th Swift Quiver, Conjure Volley 14th Guardian of Nature, Dominate Beast 18th Animal Shapes, Insect Plague

OATH OF MERRIMENT 6th Blinding Smite, Crusader’s Mantle 10th Find Greater Steed, Destructive Wave 14th Staggering Smite, Banishing Smite 18th Circle of Power, Holy Weapon

 And of course, you can always mix and match. Going for a Fire Dragon theme? Mix the Pyrodancer and A Dance of Dragons spell lists. As an example:

LOVE AMONG THE DRAGONS 6th Dragon’s Breath, Fireball 10th Flame Strike, Summon Draconic Spirit 14th Investiture of Flame, Draconic Transformation 18th Illusory Dragon, Meteor Swarm

These are all the bard themes I could think of, but if you can think of some more that I missed, or have better suggestions for some of my choices, let me know your own thematic magical secrets builds. Obviously, these were made with the Lore Bard in mind, since it gets the most magical secrets, but I’m sure some synergize better with other bard types, such as Song of War with the College of Valor. I just used Lore as the default. How well do these magical secrets builds work for you?

[sincerely-sofie]

I'm struggling to name my own charmander, do you have any tips?

I want the name to sound natural for a pmd environment (aka not a human name)

Smol bits of character I have are:

- likes to fight

- acts first, ask questions later,

- bit of an airhead

- nerd

Oooh, this is a topic I love. Names are such a joy to tinker with when creating characters. I'll start out with a preamble on naming characters in general before getting into specific names I'd recommend for this charmander in particular!

Something to keep in mind about characters when you're naming them is who in the story is doing the naming. What is their relationship with the character? What is their opinion of them? What is their personal background? All of these things will influence the types of names your character might be given. The same is true if your character is naming themself. 

(You can ignore these things if you want to free yourself up as you name your character, of course! I just find it helpful in narrowing down my miles-long lists of names I end up with.)

In the case of Twig, I knew Grovyle was going to name her, and that he was going to come from his grass-type background with most names he had been exposed to. He named her Twig because that's a common name amongst grass-type communities that implies smallness, youth, and on the namer’s end, a devotion and determination to protect the one being named. 

Note that there's no such real-world implications in the English word Twig. It's more often used as a way to call someone scrawny and weak. The beauty of writing a story is that you can do what you want in it, and if you want the pokemon language to have a whole plethora of implications and connotations in their naming system, go for it! Just try and communicate it in the narrative somehow so that readers can enjoy it in full. 

Alright, preamble over. Let's get into the names I've found after searching up “fire related words” and exhausting every online thesaurus known to man. I'm going to assume that your charmander character is named by a fire-type, likely a family member, which will center most of them around literal flames and heat, but I'll throw in some less obvious connections as well

Hearth. This name implies a more cozy, homey setting along with a tame sort of fire. However, it may be fun as a contrasting name for a hot-headed character. 

Ember. A classic fire name, and one with a gentler sound than some of the harsher names below. 

Spark. This might be a good name if your character has moments of brilliance despite their airheadedness— like if their nerdy streak has applications that seem to give them sparks of genius. 

Pepper. An indirectly fire-related name, which may be given by a grass-type or its botanical root or a character who enjoys cooking. 

Illumina. A name describing light— again, something that might be fun for emphasizing a nerdy streak!

Fizz. An onomatopoeia of a campfire hissing and crackling. It might be good for a character that surged up in their temper, but is quick to fizzle out. I think this one is really fun, but that's just me!

Wick. Like a candle wick. I love how this sounds. 

Halo. This name emphasizes light and purity, and might not make much sense with its Christian implications in the PMD world. However, it could be used to refer to halos of light around the sun and similar things, which would negate that issue!

Aurora. I see this as being a name popular among both ice-types and fire-types. 

Sol / Soul. Depending on how you spell it, this name is a reference to either the intensity of the sun or your character’s shining spirit. Or both, if you use some fun worldbuilding shenanigans!

Pine. A bit of a stretch, maybe, but I like the idea of referencing pine cones which release seeds amidst forest fires. 

Mallow. Like the above, a reference to bush mallow and baker's globe mallow, types of plant that thrives in the aftermath of fires. 

And finally, Lychee, at my little sister's recommendation!

[archivalofsins]

Oh yeah the funniest shit ever-

Mahiru being entirely disinterested in Shidou-

2023/10/24 Shidou's birthday

Mahiru: Shidou-san, you have a family...right? Having family, having children, how does it feel...?

Shidou: ...Yes, it's a wonderful thing. Children are... Well, they're hope itself. When you have children, growing older becomes enjoyable. The more you age, the more your children grow.

Mahiru: Ah...how wonderful. It was my dream to become a bride. It may be a little old-fashioned but, I wanted to make it come true...

Shidou: It's not too late. I will keep you alive, Shiina-kun. Let's get out of here and make that dream come true. ...You still have your whole life ahead of you.

Meanwhile, with Futa-

2024/01/17, Mahiru's birthday

Futa: ......Hey, Mahiru. Are you...doing alright? Isn't there any way you can get better...?

Mahiru: What's wrong, Futa-kun? Yeah, I'm not feeling great... But Shidou-san has been taking care of me all this time. I'm sure if I keep getting treatment like this, I'll get better...

Futa: I see. Continue the treatment, huh... How can you truly be saved, I wonder?

Mahiru: Saved...?? Are you worried about me? ……That's nice of you, Futa-kun. Just thinking that way... Mahiru feels saved already.

Despite Shidou constantly helping her- She has a more positive response to Futa showing concern for her. When he tries to give encouraging words with an undertone of flirting. Since he said let's get out here and make that dream cone true crickets. Again probably because he's not her type and she's stayed this.

20/06/08

Mahiru: Shidou-san…… you’re really good-looking. Personally, I think you’d be better if you ate a bit more, but you’re slim and tall and well put together to boot…… You must’ve been super popular up until now, right?

Shidou: ……yeah, that’s true…… I did my share of fooling around in the past.

Mahiru: Oh~? That’s not the sort of answer I’d expect from you. I’ve got it! Somebody told you that if you replied like that people wouldn’t resent you so much, right?

Shidou: Haha, I’m surprised you guessed. ……it seems that no matter what guise I put on, it’s meaningless against a woman’s insight.

You know who's good with kids reportedly liked by Amane? Mahiru. You know who is a good communicator and on good terms with most in the prison? Mahiru. You know who was able to guess that what Shidou said was due to advice from his wife that helped him because he's usually careless when it comes to personal matters- Mahiru!

"Let's get out of here and make that dream come true."

Meanwhike despite that clear come on when Futa shows comcern someone whom she complained about as no good for being a bully. Well, she started really giving-

"I’m going to start relying on you if you’re kind to me, so please forgive me, thanks!"

Energy if I'm being honest.

"That's nice of you, Futa-kun. Just thinking that way... Mahiru feels saved already."

Meanwhile, Shidou proposing to start a new family like there's still time. Their are lives that need saving mine. I've accepted I can't bring back the dead but maybe I could just start a new family. Meanwhile, Mahiru is just here like "Sorry, I like reciprocity. I want to receive too. So, no... You're still too thin for me on top of that. Meaning I'm just going to politely ignore your advances." And going I already feel saved just from your concern alone to Futa.

These timelines have so many funny implications.

[alidravana]

I am so confused right now...lots of BT critics are taking the cone comment as a sexual one (to indicate puppy play) and are somehow:

a. mad at 911 writers for 'lazy writing' and tying these kinks to mlm ships

b. but then somehow are also saying that 911 is kink-shaming

c. meanwhile they are the ones actually kink-shaming?

Honestly, y'all sound like teenagers learning about sex for the first time and calling it yucky. It's time to grow up.

Take the time to learn and do better. Talk to your local queer community supports to find resources about BDSM and kinky sex that are not 50 Shades or fanfiction.

Go to the library and take out some books on queer sex resistance and liberation. It wasn't that long ago (and is still true in many instances) where queer sex was considered deviant. Kink and queerness are intertwined for a reason.

And lastly, "your kink is not my kink, but your kink is ok”.

[songbirdsanctuary]

From the results of the vote I did.

Fluff won! You can read this on my Ao3!

Warnings: None

Word count: 1,086

Ren was perched high on the scaffolding, working diligently on the latest project at the Octagon. The sun was high in the sky, casting shadows that danced around the structure. Ren was engrossed in his task, measuring and hammering with precision, unaware of the loose plank beneath his feet.

Suddenly, the plank shifted, and Ren lost his balance. He tumbled off the scaffolding, crashing onto the ground below with a sickening thud. Pain shot through his body, and he could barely move. His communicator had fallen out of his pocket during the fall, and he couldn't see where it landed.

Struggling to think clearly through the pain, Ren howled, a desperate cry for help echoing through the construction site. Minutes felt like hours, and as the seconds ticked by with no response, Ren realized that Docm probably couldn't hear him, if he was even home. Panic started to set in, but Ren's determination flared.

He spotted a nearby piece of flimsy metal and, with great effort, rolled it up into a makeshift megaphone. Taking a deep breath, he howled again, this time much louder, his voice amplified by the metal cone. The sound reverberated through the Octagon, a powerful plea for help.

After what felt like an eternity but was only a few minutes, Ren heard the rapid approach of footsteps. Docm came running around the corner, his eyes wide with concern. As soon as he saw Ren, he didn't hesitate. Docm pulled off his lab coat and wrapped it around Ren, his movements gentle but urgent.

"Ren, I've got you," Docm said, his voice a mix of relief and worry. He carefully helped Ren to his feet and supported him as they walked back. Ren leaned heavily on Docm, grateful for his friend's strength and presence.

Once they reached a safer spot, Docm set Ren down gently and began to assess his injuries. "Just hold on, I'll take care of you," Docm reassured him, his hands moving deftly as he cleaned and bandaged Ren's wounds with practiced ease.

Ren winced but managed a weak smile. "Thanks, Doc," he murmured, his voice laced with gratitude.

"Don't mention it," Docm replied, his eyes softening as he finished his work. "Let's get you somewhere more comfortable."

Once Ren was patched up, Docm helped him onto a couch and handed him a steaming cup of tea. "Here." he said softly. Ren nodded gratefully, sipping the tea slowly. It was soothing, but more than that, the comfort of having Docm there was what Ren needed most.

Docm didn't make a cup for himself; his focus was entirely on Ren. He sat Ren onto his lap, positioning him so that he could lean comfortably against Docm's chest. Ren let out a sigh of relief as he settled in, feeling the solid warmth of Docm's body supporting him. With a book in hand, Ren tried to distract himself from the throbbing pain, but it was Docm's presence that truly made a difference.

Docm's touch was gentle and reassuring. Occasionally, he would rub his face against Ren's hair, the soft bristles of his beard providing a soothing, almost ticklish sensation. These small, affectionate gestures grounded Ren, reminding him that he wasn't alone.

But it was when Docm began to massage Ren's shoulders that the true wave of relaxation washed over him. Docm's hands were strong yet tender, his fingers expertly working through the knots of tension that had formed from the fall. Despite the pain in his body, Ren felt the stress begin to melt away under Docm's skilled touch.

Each stroke was slow and deliberate, focusing on the areas where Ren hurt the most. As Docm kneaded the tight muscles, Ren closed his eyes and let out a soft, contented sigh. The rhythmic pressure eased the pain, replacing it with a warmth that spread through his entire body. Ren could feel the tension draining away, leaving behind a sense of calm and security.

Docm's hands moved in perfect synchrony, never too rough, always mindful of Ren's injuries. He occasionally paused to gently rub his cheek against Ren's hair, a silent promise of protection and care. The combination of the massage and these tender gestures made Ren feel incredibly safe, cocooned in a bubble of affection.

With each passing moment, Ren's breathing became more even, and the pain that had once dominated his thoughts receded into the background. He felt Docm's heartbeat against his back, steady and reassuring, a constant reminder of his friend's unwavering support.

As the evening wore on, the light outside began to fade, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. Docm's hands never stopped their soothing work, and Ren felt himself growing drowsy, lulled by the gentle rhythm and the deep sense of peace that had settled over him.

As the day turned to dusk, the shadows lengthened, and the temperature dropped. Docm insisted on carrying Ren, despite Ren's protests that he could walk.

"Doc, you really don't have to," Ren said, feeling a little bad about being a burden. "I can manage."

Docm shook his head, his expression firm but kind. "Let me take care of you," he said, lifting Ren effortlessly. "I don't mind at all."

Ren sighed but couldn't help feeling a wave of gratitude. As Docm carried him, Ren nestled against his chest, feeling the strong, steady rhythm of Docm's heartbeat. It was soothing, a constant reminder of the care and protection Docm offered so freely.

When they reached the bed, Docm laid Ren down gently, making sure he was comfortable before sliding in beside him. Ren immediately snuggled against Docm's chest, the warmth and security of the embrace making him feel safe and cherished. Docm curled around Ren, careful not to hold him too tightly and avoiding any pressure on his injuries. It was a perfect balance of closeness and care.

Docm kissed Ren's forehead tenderly, whispering, "Rest now, you're safe."

With Docm's arms loosely around him, Ren felt a profound sense of peace wash over him. He let his eyes close, his body relaxing completely for the first time since the fall. The pain was still there, but it was overshadowed by the comfort and affection enveloping him.

Docm's gentle breathing and the occasional soft nuzzle against Ren's hair were the last things Ren was aware of as he drifted off to sleep. The two of them, wrapped in the warmth of each other's presence, fell into a deep, restful slumber, ready to face whatever challenges the next day might bring together.

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Chapter Three

I’ve taken to my sketchbook this summer. I bring it down to the beach every morning, and after my eight o’clock swim I sit on my beach towel and draw for about an hour. Sometimes I draw from my imagination, and sometimes I draw from life. If there’s a person walking along the shore I will challenge myself to capture them in a few rapid strokes of my pencil before they’ve moved too far away for me to continue, or if a house is cast in interesting light that day I’ll try to capture it with a few fluid strokes of paint from my travel watercolour kit and a thick brush. I don’t show my drawings to anybody because I’d be too embarrassed to, but they aren’t for anybody else either. I don’t paint or draw to get approval, it feels like the one area of my life where I can be free of judgement, able to create something without being marked or graded or compared to somebody else. 

I usually work on my sketchbook until my phone alarm buzzes at half past nine. This is the time that I know Kelly and Claire will be getting out of bed and I’m usually starving by then anyway. I meet them back at the mobile home and we walk together into the village cafe to buy a bag of pastries and cups of hot coffee for breakfast. 

“It’s cloudy.” Kelly observes one morning in early July. We amble over the sandy boardwalk towards the beach and settle in together onto a bench outside the local surf shack. 

“Not a day for the beach” Claire agrees, looking up at the sky, a woolly grey shawl wrapped around the cliffs. It had been clear and bright earlier, but a mist had settled in during the last hour and blurred the sea and sky into one . I wonder what we’ll do today if we won’t be hanging out on the beach again. I tell them that the water is still warm, and if they want to go for a swim it might be nice all the same, but they disagree. The clouds furthest away are black and filled with rain, and neither of them wants to get their hair wet. 

The village is so much busier this week now that the primary school children have finished up for the summer. Small children and families mill about, a constant stream going in and out of the surf shack, buying ice cream cones and slotting coins into arcade machines. There’s something very retro about this place, the kind of sun bleached seaside haunt that looks as though it’s sat here in the sand unchanged for fifty years. The Beach Boys are playing over the speakers and a middle aged man with white hair and a Hawaiian style shirt is serving coffees and bags of chips over the counter inside as he sings along. The shelves behind him are stacked with bottles of suncream, cans of fizzy drinks, first aid implements, and T-Shirts that all feature the same cartoonish shark with a wide grin. They truly have everything. 

The Hawaiian shirt man comes out to the front of the shack to add a poster to the community notice board and gives us a grin when Kelly calls out a hello to him. 

“Well girls.” He says and ambles over towards us, moving in that slow, easy way that people who live on the beach year round do. “Lovely weather eh?”

“Yeah sure.” Kelly snorts. “Grand auld day.”

“Nice one for the surf though.” He looks over his shoulder where a line of children in wetsuits are heading towards the shore. It’s true, the waves are bigger now than they have been since the storm last week. “Ye wouldn’t think of signing up for the camp would you?” We laugh, clearly the surf camp is not intended for girls our age. 

“I see that Liam is helping out with it again this year.” Kelly says, gesturing to a young man loading surfboards into a beach buggy behind us. “Good on him. He’s got his work cut out with all these children running around. ”

The boy who is apparently called Liam hears this, and he calls out to us from the surfboard shed. “Havoc, sure they go mad once the boards are brought out, most of the work is to control the crowd.” He has a boyish grin and classic surfer looks. His curly blonde hair is lighter than the tan on his face, and a tiny scar above his eyebrow stands out white against golden brown. He comes over and places a hand on the back of the older man’s neck, shaking him playfully. “Skiving off again are you dad? Out here chatting shite to the women as usual.”

He smiles at us “Good to have you back again Kelly, and you’ve brought some friends?”

“Yes,” She says. “Liam, this is Evie and Claire, Evie and Claire, this is Liam. And his dad Anthony.” Liam shakes our hands, and I feel shy when he looks at me. His eyes are very blue. 

“Will you all be coming to the karaoke night later on?” He points to the flyer that his dad pinned up on the notice board moments earlier. ��It’ll be in the pub down on the quay. It’s always great fun, at least I always think so.” 

“I’m not sure about that.” I laugh. The idea of standing up in front of strangers and singing is making my cheeks feel hot already. For me, being observed at all sometimes feels like a horrifying ordeal. Liam smiles “Are you a bit shy, Evie?” Again, I blush. 

“She’ll be grand when she gets there.” Kelly says. “It’ll be a bit of fun. What do you think, Claire?” Claire shrugs and sips her coffee. “Could be good. I can’t sing but I don’t mind karaoke.”

“We’ll see you all there.” Says Liam decisively, and then looks over at the children waiting on the beach. “Better get to work.” He races back over to the beach buggy, hops in and drives it over the boardwalk towards the sea. We say our goodbyes to Anthony too, and we three are alone together again Kelly nudges me sharply in the ribs. “What about him?” I pretend not to know what she’s talking about. “What about him? Seems like a friendly person to me. A very normal boy.” 

She rolls her eyes. “What about him for you? Do you think he’s good looking?”

“Yes I suppose.” I admit “But he’s not really my type.”

“If he’s not your type then who is?”

I feel interrogated. I don’t know how to explain it to her, but the idea of being romantically attached to Liam in any way makes me panicky. There’s nothing wrong with him, it just feels like too much pressure. “I don’t know, I just think he’s more your type and not mine.”

My attempt to flip the focus onto her backfires. “Oh, so he’s not good enough for you, but he’s good enough for me?” I feel like she is deliberately misunderstanding me. 

“No…” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. How do I explain that if I like a boy, I want the connection to happen organically? I don’t want to be set up like some loveless little freak who needs someone to hold her hand through the dating process. I want to meet somebody and feel comfortable enough to get to know them without the pressure of my friends watching me from the sidelines, judging my every move, coaching me in what to say and how to act, and then forcing me through the humiliating debrief period after. I feel like I’m a pitiful project sometimes, a specimen in a lab labelled ‘never had a boyfriend… and is also very weird.’

I don’t say any of this though, and as usual I end up apologising to her. I tell her that I’ll try talking to him at the karaoke night and we leave it at that. 

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[glimmerlofsea]

Billy Hargrove x Reader

MASTERLIST

ARMS OF THE OCEAN

Warning : Just a few harsh words, and childhood :d

WC; 2,0k+

#TALKISSA; SO!!! I was thinking what if you guys were Billy's childhood friends? Your surfing friend when you were still in California, you parted ways and met again, he said a few harsh words to you and finally he realized that only you could make him feel the warm embrace of the ocean that he missed. Whether it's good or not, let's see! (Well I hope it's superdupah good¿ sjsjs) Happy reading, Issea!

It started when you were surfing with your sister, then you caught the reflection of a boy who kept falling because of the big waves in the sea at that time. You saw the passion burning in him, but he channeled his emotions into the sea with great anger, and you just felt like he wouldn't be able to do it in that kind of atmosphere.

You decided to approach him, at first he was annoyed, seeing how you were 'smart ass' because you taught him several ways to balance himself in the ocean, but as time went on he started to admire you, he kept trying to do what you said when you tried to become his tutor.

Your relationship has been close since then, you know each other. William Hargrove, his name, but he was more comfortable and preferred being called Billy, you didn't mind at that time.

8 years have passed, you rarely communicate because of school, but when it comes to the 'sea'? Oh, how you love the beautiful ocean in California.

Until one day you see Billy who keeps trying to surf in the ocean, you feel it, the ocean rejects him, this is like the first time you saw him, anger enveloped him and hid him in the deepest place.

"I told you to calm down or you won't make it, Billy!" You shouted from the beach holding your surfboard.

Billy kept trying, he returned to the edge to try running again towards the ocean, "I don't need to listen to your 'bossy' chatter, Y/L/N. Leave me alone."

You approached him and held his arm, "You look mad."

Well, he is mad.

He looked at you, he was about to say something but you didn't let him, "You need a hug." Press you, not as a question but as an order.

You hugged Billy, you knew all about his life, how his father rudely and unethically treated him, even the threat that his mother would leave him several times because of his father's attitude. You were sure he needed more than a hug, but for now you hoped a hug would be enough to calm the anger he was holding onto.

And, one thing, you know he hates hugs, he considers hugging a man to be an activity that shows that they are weak and helpless, and that's all thanks to his father's teachings.

Billy tried to let go of his hug, at first you refused, but the harder he pushed you, finally you let go of your hug, "Tell me what's wrong."

And here you are, you and Billy slurping the ice cream you just bought from a place not far from the beach restaurant, or more precisely you are the only one eating the ice cream,

Billy let the ice cream in his hand melt, you looked at him, the expression on his face seemed to say that he had gone through a lot of difficulties, and that was true, you just hoped that your presence could make it easier for him to get through it all.

"Don't just keep it in your mind, tell me." You said nudging his shoulder with yours.

Without looking at you, he answered briefly, clearly and concisely, "I'm leaving."

He's always like this, saying short words that are hard for you to digest, you're the type of person who needs specific information, or you'll continue to haunt those who provide non-specific information. But this time, you understand. He's leaving.

You cleared your throat, "Hm? What do you mean?" Now you let your ice cream cone float in the air.

Billy looked at you, “I'm leaving this fucking town, Y/N.” He sounded rude but you knew he was just annoyed and angry.

You smiled faintly, stroking his shoulder gently, "And that means you will find new adventures. That's great, Billy! I'm happy for—"

"See, the fucking problem is I don't want to leave. But if I don't do what my father asked, maybe a coffin will be waiting for me." He said cutting you off, Billy removed your hand from his shoulder, "And don't even be happy for me."

Billy was about to leave, but you grabbed his wrist, "8 years. I don't want our friendship to end like this." You stood in front of him, "I don't want you to leave either, but what can I do, Billy? We both have our own paths for our future. Your future is in the new town you will live in, while I..." You looking towards the ocean, the sun was starting to set because it was getting late, you looked back at Billy, "Maybe I'll just stay here."

Billy's gaze softened, "Y/N..."

You stopped him, "Billy. Don't you dare to forget me. One day I will come to you. I will." You grabbed his fingers and pressed your pinkies together, making a pinky promise.

He chuckled, knowing how silly you were doing, but you didn't care, you knew this wasn't a goodbye forever, and there will be no goodbye between you and him.

Several years passed, you had finished your education, you got a job that was enough to cover the costs of going to where Billy lived, Indiana, Hawkins.

You have got the address from your acquaintance who is in Hawkins, and you are already in front of the house at the address your friend gave you.

You took a breath before knocking on the white door,

First knock.

Second knock.

As the door rang, you hoped it wasn't Billy Hargrove you were seeing, but you were wrong, there was only Billy there, standing in front of you in his white tank top, which he usually wore when surfing in California.

"Hi." You said raising your hand to wave and smile.

"What are you doing here?"

His voice was cold and sounded very irritated by your presence.

You tried to smile awkwardly, "Remember our promise? I told you I'd come to you and—"

"I don't need you to come near me. Goodbye, Y/N."

With that he immediately closed the door, leaving you with a thousand words running out of your throat. You really don't know what's going on, what's going on? Why is he like this? You really hope for a smile that he carved, even if it's only a smile as thin as cotton cloth. But it seems like your expectations are far behind reality.

You don't want to disturb him, maybe you came under the wrong circumstances, right? You go back to walking wherever your feet take you. You don't have a goal— because your only goal is to visit Billy, but guess what? It's like he kicked you out of his life.

You couldn't help but cry throughout the street, tightly clutching the strap of the bag slung over one of your shoulders, you let the night wind hit your face which was slowly freezing due to the cold temperature.

"If he doesn't want to see me, he can say, why just reject me?" You ask whoever it is between your sobs.

"Someone broke your heart, chick?"

You heard a whistling sound and a man's voice behind you, you didn't dare to turn around and continued walking. You are in someone else's town right now, you have to stay alert.

You felt his steps getting closer, "Don't ignore me, bitch." He said grabbing your shoulders from behind, but you immediately dodged and walked faster, "Don't touch me!"

You could hear his groan, he restrained you by holding your wrist tightly, making you groan in pain, "Let me go!"

“A precious thing like you, oh, I just want to preserve it in my favorite bed.”

You try to remove his hand from yours, he starts to bring his face closer to yours, you really can't move, tears keep flowing down your cheeks.

When you were about to hit him with your bag, someone went ahead to hit him. Making him fall on the asphalt.

"Are you deaf? She told you not to touch her, dickhead."

"Touch her again, I won't hesitate to bust up every bone in your hand."

You saw him, your old friend, Billy, Billy helped you from that perverted man and you were grateful for that.

You just stood there casually, Billy came over to you, touching your whole body to make sure you were okay, "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did he do something to you?" He asked as he cupped your cheeks to check for any wounds.

You hit him in the stomach, making him groan in pain, "Ouch! What was that for?!"

You tightened your jaw, "Asshole! Do I have to be approached by a perverted man first so you can care about me?!

Billy sighed, "I'm sorry, okay? Things were rough, and my head was about to explode and then you came along. I thought things would get long because of this little reunion, but I realized, as much as I miss the ocean, I can't go back there, but seeing you come back to me, it's like you brought the ocean back to me, and I think about it all day, I won't let you go again."

You chuckled softly, "What is this? Some kind of speech or something?"

“Shut up, Y/L/N, I'm trying to be serious.”

"You? Seriously? Pfftt—"

Billy put his index finger on your lips, making you stop mocking him, you looked at him with the innocence that was in you,

Billy showed a smile, "Oh, those innocent eyes. I miss them," he said, hugging yourself, who would have thought that Billy Hargrove would volunteer to hug someone? What's more, that someone is you.

"I'm happy that you're back. Sorry I wasn't the one who approached you, but know that every time I see seafood I will remember where we hunted sea animals."

You chuckled in his arms, "Does it have to be seafood?"

Billy let go of his hug, he shrugged his shoulders, "Yeah? I don't know, you represent them."

You smiled, even though you had to tip your toes, but you stroked his curls, "I can feel you are more in control of your emotions, yea?"

Billy rolled his eyes, "Stop treating me like a child."

You stifled your laugh, "Do you even remember that freshman year of high school you whined for us to raise goldfish that were stranded on the edge of the ocean?"

“Shut the fuck up, that was like 5 years ago.”

"Maybe 5 years for you, B. But for me? It feels like yesterday."

Billy smiled faintly, put his arm around your shoulder and covered your body with his jacket, "Come on. Talk in my room."

You smiled, you were happy with the long confession he told you, since when did Billy become such a person who makes a long talk? And he conveyed all his feelings to you? That's a progress. You hope to meet and mingle with Billy's friends, and get closer to reconnecting with Billy.

Author's Note : this is sucks... YEAAA IK, I'M SORRYYYY, I'll try the next story where Reader and Billy already have a relationship, wait fooorrr meee, isseaa!