#wineries on twitter

[dailyluckae]

and then when the maids are outside during the day, one of them mentions a guest who stayed in one of the rooms but they never saw leave 🤔 quite curious...

spiciness aside, I wonder what they mean by, "So that's the room that...?"

that they heard the young master use to stay in? that a previous tenant use to live in or at least thats the rumors they heard?

Since we know when they were young they lived in the Manor, which is not the same as the Dawn Winery vineyard. It had been sold prior to the games intro and sometime while Diluc had been away or right when he returned (timeline unclear). But that doesn't mean the winery couldn't have been a second home/summer spot for them since during pique harvesting season it would make sense Master Crepus would want to stay there to oversee everything. and him being a single-father the two boys would have to come with him.

so it would make sense for them to have rooms they stayed in that were ostensibly like they lived there year-round.

or it could be none of those things and its Diluc's private office/space that no one is allowed in; it could be where he hides his Darknight Hero gear/correspondents.

[sommbodyoncetoldme]

[4dango-the2nd]

4Dango Comic Masterlist

These are mostly twitter links right now. I’ll slowly replace them with the tumblr posts as I upload the comics here!

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BIRTHDAYS Anthology

Bennett’s Birthday (twt 2022)

Childe’s Birthday (twt 2021) (2022)

Diluc’s Birthday (twt 2021)

Eula’s Birthday (twt 2021)

Jean’s Birthday (twt 2022)

Kaeya’s Birthday (twt 2020) 

Kaveh's Birthday (2023)

Kokomi’s Birthday (2022)

Razor’s Birthday (twt 2021)

Rosaria’s Birthday (twt 2022)

Sara’s Birthday (2022)

Xiao’s Birthday (2021)

Zhongli’s Birthday (twt 2021)

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CELEBRATION Anthology

Secret Santa (2020)

Father’s Day (twt 2021)

Christmas (2021)

New Year (2022)

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MONDSTADT Anthology

Albedo-centric:

Voices in Ice & Snow (Corrupted Albedo dj, Completed) [twitter] [webtoon]

Cold Tolerance & Homunculus Body (ft. Albedo, Aether)

My Sword (ft. Albedo, Aether, CW: GORE)

Ghost AU page test (ft. Albedo, Aether)

“Father” (ft. Albedo, Subject 2, Dainsleif)

Fleeting Shadow (ft. Albedo, Subject 2, Aether)

Teasing Huffman (ft. Albedo, Huffman)

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Dawn Winery centric (Diluc, Kaeya, Adelinde):

Eye (ft. Diluc & Kaeya)

Badass Adelinde

Diluc’s Raw Strength (ft. Diluc, poor hilichurl)

Long Live The King (ft. Kaeya, Diluc, Kaeya’s father)

500 Years (ft. Kaeya, Kaeya’s father)

Rain Anthology flipbook animation

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AUs:

LUPICAL (Modern AU) [webtoon]

Mondt Gala [twitter thread]

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Others:

Klee’s Big Bang skill (animation)

Use Your Claws, Boy (ft. Razor, Rosaria)

If You Hurt Him (ft. Razor, Rosaria)

Shadows (ft. Diluc & Rosaria, crack ship)

Growing Up (ft. Razor, Klee) [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4]

Ties (ft. Diluc, Razor)

Summer Event (ft. Razor, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Dvalin)

Viktor & Lily

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LIYUE Anthology

Ancient Liyue Collection

Burning Karmic Debt (Indarias’ death)

Farewell Havria

Xiao’s Hobby

Qiqi’s Wish (Lantern Rite comic, ft. Qiqi, Xiao)

Resonant Wave zine entry (ft. Tartali, Childe/Zhongli)

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INAZUMA Anthology

Teppei’s Ambition (ft. Teppei, Aether, Scaramouche)

Familiar Fatui Recruit (ft. Aether, Childe, Chouji)

Grand Aspiration (ft. Kazuha, Kazuha’s Friend)

Orobashi & his Generals (character fandesigns)

Rui & Kanna Kapatcir (character fandesigns)

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SCARAMOUCHE Anthology

KAGOME [Webtoon compilation]

Kabukimono's Tales of Tatarasuna

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4]

If Niwa, Katsuragi, & Nagamasa comes back to life (ft. Wanderer)

If Niwa comes back to life (ft. Wanderer, Kazuha, Niwa)

Kabukitty

Standalones not featured in my books:

Catharsis (ft. Wanderer, Dottore)

Wanderer animation (based on Deko’s illustration)

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SUMERU Anthology

Bug Talks (ft. Collei, Cyno)

Following Footsteps (ft. Cyno, Collei)

Caretaker & Protector (ft. Collei, Cyno, Tighnari)

Pay Attention, Or Else (ft. Collei, Cyno, Tighnari, Aether)

Do You Remember (ft. Nahida, Aether, Lumine)

Ashes & You (ft. Kaveh, Alhaitham)

Samsara (ft. Dottore, Nahida)

Flower for my most gallant knight (ft. Dehya, Dunyarzad)

Your Turn, Milady (ft. Dehya, Dunyarzad)

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NPC-centric:

The Gilded Sand’s Lullaby (ft. Jeht, Jebrael)

Falcon’s Sunset (ft. Aether, Tadhla)

Child of Snow & Forest (ft. Alphonso, Rana, Arana)

Waiting Forever (ft. Alphonso, Aether, Iotham)

Zandik’s Dream (ft. Zandik/Dottore, Rukkhadevata)

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Character Fandesigns

Professor Cyrus [grandpa energy] [fandesign]

Pari [part 1 twt] [part 2 twt]

Sheikh Zubayr (doodle)

Greater Lord Rukkhadevata (before cutscene release)

Nabu Malikata, Goddess of Flower 

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Others

Rhinedottir fandesign

We Promised (ft. Aether, Lumine)

“I’m Just A Feeble Scholar” (commission, ft. Alhaitham/Aether)

Albedo vs Childe rough animatic

Abyss Memories [part 1, ft. Kazuha, Kazuha’s Friend] [part 2, ft. Lumine, Enjou, Kazuha’s Friend]

Missing You (ft Aether, Lumine, Albedo)

Humble Wish (ft. Lumine, Dainsleif, Aether)

Deception (ft. Aether, Venti, Zhongli)

[badgalazzie]

The cabin where Kaylor stayed on their Big Sur trip

I wanted to share with you guys what I found via tiktok (@/heyitsmoog) and twitter (@/kaylortruther) on Taylor & Karlie’s trip to Big Sur in March 2014. I’ve just recently got into gaylor but the connections between Big Sur and folklore are really worth sharing.

Taylor and Karlie stayed at Deetjen’s Big Sur Inn and the only private cabin is the Castro Cabin.

And there was only one bed…

There’s also a winery and vineyard called Folktale in Big Sur. Look at the font 🥲

Wisteria and lavender grows all over Big Sur.

Here’s a parallel to ivy lyric video.

Post inspired by this thread. Please visit the original tweet for more pics and info!

[beardedmrbean]

A restaurant partially owned by California Governor Gavin Newsom is recruiting for a $16-per-hour role, despite a new state law guaranteeing a minimum wage of $20 per hour for fast-food workers. The restaurant appears not to meet the threshold for the new minimum wage, a law that Newsom himself signed to much fanfare in September.

The Context

On April 1, the new law guaranteeing a minimum wage of $20 per hour for fast-food workers employed in large chains took effect across California, up from the previous minimum of $16.

The law was passed by Democrats in the state legislature last year but has come under fire from some Republicans who claim it will cost jobs. A wage of $20 per hour for a full-time worker results in an annual salary of $41,600.

The new law applies to those restaurants that are part of a chain of 60 or more venues nationwide and which offer limited or no table service.

What We Know

PlumpJack Café in Olympic Valley, California, is seeking a part-time busser to "assist the food server in the restaurant to ensure guest satisfaction during all aspects of the dining experience."

The advert, placed on job posting website ZipRecruiter, says that the employee will be paid $16 per hour and their duties will include clearing dishes from tables, the preparation of caffeinated drinks and decorating tables prior to customer arrival.

The café is owned by the PlumpJack Group, a company founded by Newsom which specializes in wine and high-end dining. Its website says that PlumpJack Group operates four bars or restaurants, placing it well below the threshold for the $20 per hour minimum wage to take effect.

Newsom placed his ownership interests in the PlumpJack Group into a blind trust in 2018, and has had no day-to-day involvement in the running of the company since assuming office in January 2019.

Newsweek has contacted Newsom and the PlumpJack Group for comment outside of normal working hours.

The official PlumpJack Group website states: "In 1992, Gavin Newsom opened his first business, PlumpJack Wines, combining his passion for wine and his driving entrepreneurial spirit.

"Over the next decade, the PlumpJack Group began to grow under his leadership to include many of the restaurants, wineries, and retail establishments in the current portfolio."

Views

Republican State Assembly member Joe Patterson shared screenshots of the PlumpJack Café, PlumpJack Group website referring to Newsom as its founder and the rental cost of two properties in the area on X, formerly Twitter.

He added: "I wonder why @CAgovernor @GavinNewson's food businesses don't pay $20/hour? Live job posting at $16/hr in Olympic Valley. It's very, very expensive to live there... but he doesn't do as he tells others and doesn't pay a living wage."

The increased minimum wage for fast-food workers more generally has been criticized by some Republicans who warn it will reduce the number of jobs.

Speaking to DailyMail.com, Rep. Doug LaMalfa from California said: "As if prices in California aren't high enough. Fast food prices are already rising, and employees are being replaced by self-checkout kiosks and soon robot cooks.

"Nearly everyone will be worse off: higher prices, fewer jobs, fewer eating options as places close, and fewer small businesses. Ultimately this new $20 minimum wage will affect nearly every job, with similar results."

In an earnings call at the end of October, McDonald's CEO Chris Kempczinski said that "there is going to be a wage impact for our California franchisees," which he added would have to be partially "worked through with higher pricing."

In February, Newsom denied a report by Bloomberg News that he pushed for a separate exception to the new minimum wage law that benefits a campaign donor. The law exempts restaurants that have on-site bakeries and sell bread as a standalone menu item.

As a result, Greg Flynn, a billionaire and Newsom donor, could save hundreds of thousands of dollars at his Panera Bread outlets in California, according to Bloomberg.

A spokesman denied any connection, saying: "This story is absurd."

In January, a baseline minimum wage of $16 came into effect across California.

[wri0thesley]

going a wee bit insane over the thought of forced ballroom dancing. ayato is my prime candidate for this, thinking about him forcing poor reader to waltz with him (with the threat of punishment hanging over their head for every time they mess up), but the harbingers are up there as well… the tsaritsa holding a ball and pantalone (or childe) dragging his newest "pet" with him, hands dipping lower than what’s considered proper as the dance goes on, but no one daring to say anything… i’m frothing at the mouth fr ahsldjlajdkdj

oh . . . oh i am THINKING, anon

cw: yandere behaviour, abuse, suggestive (especially childe's), death (in childe's, not of reader), violence (in childe's, not of reader), childe should be his own warning i guess.

characters featured: ayato, diluc, childe, pantalone

ayato is as princely as they come; and you are more than aware that, in such occasions as this, you are the envy of every other person with no ring on their finger. ayato kisses your hand, his thumb trailing over your wedding ring - your bonds, your chains - and leads you out to the floor to open the dancing, as is his right.

"your dancing has improved," he says, with only the lightest smile at the corner of his lips. it goes unspoken it has improved because the last time you had failed to keep up with ayato's waltz, he had made you practise with thoma until you had collapsed in the housekeeper's arms, faint and exhausted and aching.

"i'm glad you've noticed, my lord," you say, softly, your eyes fixed on ayato's chest instead of up at those pale violet eyes that are capable of more cruelties than anyone in this room would ever suspect. you see the twitch of his lips; the mole beneath his mouth, the proud chin, every feature you often wish you could never see again.

"perhaps i should make you practise with thoma more often," he says, smiling, his gloved hand resting just a little too low on your waist.

(nobody will say anything; the commissioner is in love with his sweet little spouse, after all. how darling, that the two of you are still in the honeymoon phase--)

he spins you, laughing when he pulls you back. you can see thoma at the side of the room, smiling, his eyebrows drawn in in the merest suggestion of anxiety. he looks at you like he wants to take you away from all of this.

ayato's eyes follow your gaze. his hands become iron chains.

"perhaps not, after all," he says. "i do not like to share my toys."

you cannot deny diluc ragnvindr a dance, when he comes to you. you want to, of course - the dawn winery tycoon has frightened you for months now, with intense crimson eyes and his awkward stance, with his gruff low voice and his habit of showing up wherever you are. you are unsettled by his presence.

even if it were not his ball - even if it were not his winery walls you were currently ensconced in, dressed in soft blues as far away from the colour of diluc's eyes as you can manage - you could not deny him. not when your family are all of a-twitter on the other side of the room. a husband like diluc, after all, would be the greatest of coups--

and you have been raised to be polite.

"of course, master diluc," you say, with a pasted on smile. his hands are so warm, even through his gloves, as he brings you out onto the floor - and then, finds a shadowy corner to place his hands urgently on your waist. it is perfectly proper - diluc is never anything but - and yet, it leaves you unsettled.

heat soaks through your bodice and through his gloves, his hands feeling like the desperate clutch of claws upon you. the shadows ripple about your feet. diluc does not like to be the centre of attention, you know - but you still do not feel comfortable, amongst the darkness of the night with him.

the string quartet draw to a close. you can see, from your position, several other likely candidates for dances - captain kaeya, in blues that would match your gown. albedo, the knights of favonius chief alchemist, who you know from other balls will hold you at exactly the right distance and pressure. acting grand master jean, who always needs a moment to relax and let her guard down at such parties--

but diluc's grip does not falter.

"another dance," he says to you, voice stilted- and it is not a question.

childe does not care about a single one of the scandalised looks when he drags you to the centre of the fray - and you have learnt better than to argue against the eleventh fatui harbinger, who thinks that you are cutest when you are spitting blood and vitriol at him, and you're certain would welcome you to make this party a little more interesting.

there are still flecks of blood on your face, from the fatui grunt whomst your harbinger had decided had left his gaze lingering on your exposed shoulders too long - but they are nothing compared to the blood staining childe's hands, the wild light in his eyes, or the fact that there is still a dagger at his hip. he is far from the only person here with a weapon on him - but he is the only one with it so on display, still shimmering dripping scarlet on the white marble floor of the palace.

"dance with me," childe says to you, his grin wide, his eyes still the colour of the darkest night-time sky from his furious pleasure at the events that occurred before he even got to this party. and so you do - and so you let childe drag you against him, let hands roam all over your body, let him dip his head down and kiss you in a clash of tongues and teeth.

disapproval radiates from almost every person in the room, but such things have never stopped childe.

"dancing should be like fighting," he says to you, with a particularly hard nip to your lower lip. he breathes in, hot and wanting. his hands slide past your waist and cup your ass, dragging you closer against him so you can feel the stiff heat of him through his trousers. "fighting should be like fucking. and so it stands to reason that dancing should be like fucking, and fucking should be like fighting, doesn't it?"

you swallow.

"perhaps not in front of everyone," you try and say - but childe just laughs again, wild and free and uncaring, and whirls you away in a furious move that does not at all match the waltz pace that the musicians have set.

"and why not?" he says to you, glittering dangerously, as fear and cold ice crawl up your spine. "don't worry. if anyone looks at you when i fuck you, i'll carve their eyes out."

it would not be a romantic threat in any circumstance; but for childe, it is all the worse, because you know that he means it.

this what you must understand; you belong to pantalone. and he never lets you forget it; that he found you in the gutter and prised you out of it himself, seeing in you something that could be made to glitter. you owe him - and not just for the glittering jewels about your throat, but for the cleanliness of your hair and the newfound straightness to your bearing. for him making you his galatea; perfect and adored, polished to a shine, and utterly and completely his.

so when he brings you out to the ballroom floor, gentlemanly as ever, soft sighs take the audience as they watch - as they think on your former place in life, and how you have been raised above it. pantalone smiles down at you, his grip on your waist bruising, as he brushes his lips against the shell of your ear.

"don't forget your place," he murmurs, his gloved fingers skimming your spine. "don't forget how easily i could take it all away from you."

he is not wild and free; pantalone does everything with a slow consideration, a careful weighing up of options. you are his precisely because you had no other options, and you are thoroughly trapped in his net. abandon pantalone, and abandon luxury and safety and warmth and respect, sleep in the gutter and freeze to death and have those same people who look at you now starry-eyed avoid meeting your haunted gaze lest they catch that most despicable of all ills, poverty--

when pantalone tips your chin up to pull you into a kiss, you know that your only option is to kiss him back like you mean it.

[abookgeekforlife]

Windblume 3.5 spoiler warning. Theory

Now a theory I saw some people on twitter talking about made a bit of sense after looking into it myself. In relation to Dilucs mother or atleast a past Ragnvindr being a current or former member of the Hexenzirkel. Its not really much info on it and I don`t know how much I believe it myself (even tho I want it to be real) but It sounded like a fun theory

Now the biggest clue and what started this theory is a tea set that is seen in the windblume cutscene

This tea set is the same or at least looks like the same tea set that is found on the long table in Dawn Winery and on the small fireplace table

Now this might just be a coincidence and this tea set just happens to be a common motif in Teyvat. But it is does sound like a cool theory. We also dont know anything about Diluc`s mother.

To add a bit to this argument I want to talk a bit about the 8 pointed star in the beginning of the cutscene

This is really similar to the compass rose that are used in compasses. And it is probably on purpose (in addition to it showing 8 hexenzirkle members) Now this is probably just copium on my part put this same symbol is found on Dilucs vest in the webtoon

Again, this might not be related to hexenzirkle at all, it is a common symbol, but could be something anyway.

[fischlcatgirl]

modern au social media use headcannons - mondstadt

klee- the knights of favonius are lying to klee and telling her that they have 1 company phone so that they don't have to waste time tracking down individual peoples phones and she can just have 1 to play games on. alice does not care enough about her to prevent her from being in the knights of favonius promotional tiktoks

albedo - active myspace account. he wishes aol was still active

amber - has a snapchat but she forgets about it because shes too busy being outside

barbara - thinks that barbatos frowns upon all forms of social media. she does not even have a phone

venti - he does frown on social media but only for himself. he is too old he does not understand it. has tried to give barbara a phone

bennet - cannot keep a phone for more than a day and all of his accounts keep getting flagged as spambots for no reason

diluc - has nothing better to do than be on twitter. he has a faux deep poetry account. he thinks its very cool. 2 likes.

diona - If you're making a modern au but Diona doesn't even have a tiktok where she posts videos of her destroying popsicle replicas of the dawn winery what is even the point

eula - has facebook so she can be part of the knights facebook group. didnt have any internet access before she turned 18

fischl - tumblrina. reblogs gifsets from the flowers for princess fischl nexflix original with long tag paragraphs about what they got wrong. also reblogs those lines of poetry beginning of month compilations and pictures of crows and black flowers

jean - has facebook (for the knights facebook group) and twitter but she only posts whenever lisa reminds her it exists and they are the most boring posts in the world. she says. lovely day in mondstadt and attaches a picture that is no more than 4 pixels

kaeya - twitter. he has 1 million sockpuppet accounts. he also has a facebook (knights group). diluc has him blocked.

lisa - goodreads. she has only reviewed textbooks

mika - in eula's facebook comments cheering her on whenever she posts. has an instagram and uses it only to post stories and not real posts because he has commitment issues

mona - does the crystal scoops tiktok lives. also sometimes does the npc tiktok lives. she has many viewers but they're all from fontaine. has a patreon where she posts daily horoscopes

noelle - knights facebook. has day 1 of trying to get into the knights of favonius tiktoks. she is on day 2920

razor - lisa set him up with a facebook where he only does the big memoji reacts to everyone

rosaria - is one of the people liking diluc's twitter poetry. kaeya can never know

sucrose - head of the knights of favonius tiktok. she is trying so hard. too hard even. six of the most recent videos are just klee doing apologies for blowing up buildings

[kylosbreedingkink]

Hot sugar and/or carnage?

(I'll do Carnage as another post) Hot Sugar is a kylux fic where Hux is every single bit of the British Conservative that Domhnall Gleeson channels when playing the character. LGB without the T, telegraph reading, doesn't understand why people don't like Piers Morgan, would very happily burn money in front of the homeless, gets ahead in life due to nepotism but tells himself it's meritocracy, can see that sending asylum seekers to rwanda is just a culture war ploy but also doesn't see why people would be against it, sort of absolute utter cunt.

(The exact reason why I love Hux as a character is as the actor managed to get this feeling of British upper middle class wankery into Hux without a lot of the other situational 'tells' and so went purely on how he reacts to the world around him and expects to be granted everything he wants by virtue of who he is. ) Except, through work, he becomes obsessed with someone that calls himself an 'influencer'. He would never admit it, though. The obsession grows, this guy gets under his skin and just won't leave him alone. So hux has decided to get under this influencers skin in return. --Fic is one sided kylux, some attempted noncon, with background bentai and renbentai. Kylo and these other ships are seen only through the PoV of Hux who is obsessively watching the content that influencer Kylo puts out. Here's the first page of it

He keeps an Instagram for his photography. That’s what he tells himself. He expands to Twitter just to broaden his horizons, and it turns out Twitch has an entire art category where he knows he can find like-minded people interested in his hobby.

So what if he ends up logging more hours on the 'Let's Chat' category, sometimes the streamers there talk about genuinely interesting topics (Though he always ends up watching the same channel). And sure, he might only follow ten accounts on his Twitter; a quieter timeline is an easier timeline. Nevermind that five of them are dedicated to one person, one being the person themselves and four being 'stan' accounts. The others are his favourite newspaper (The Telegraph, of course), his favourite author Bret Easton Ellis, Morrissey, Piers Morgan and an account which shares daily cat images. He’s on twitter right now, zoomed into an artfully posed picture of his… Well, he wouldn’t say obsession. That makes him sound like a stalker. Special interest, maybe? No, that makes it sound formal.

No, what this is, is research for work. That’s all.

That annoying little upstart Dopheld, the new hire heading the marketing department, suggested they get an influencer to help promote their new product. Gin. They’re a winery, for Christ’s sake. A prestigious brand, and now Brendol wants to jump on the Gin bandwagon and add that to their long history of wine. Made from the leftover grape skins from their vineyards.. Who would even drink that tosh?

And then added to that, Dopheld has to come in with something to prove, and suggest they jump on another bandwagon and get an influencer to help push it. Ridiculous. How he got the job, he does not know. Some stupid modern day fad, entrusting their brand to an external body just because some people on the internet like them. Dopheld even had a whole presentation with suggestions of who to contact. Anyway, it was shot down right away. Brendol might jump on one trend, but the whole concept of ‘influencers’ just wasn’t on his radar, thank fuck. Though Dopheld better watch out for his job, he’s still in his probationary period.

However, he would be a poor executive if he didn’t thoroughly research everything his employees suggested.

And that leads him to this situation. Just taking the odd glance at the ‘influencer scene’ as it were. He didn’t realise it was so lucrative, and he can’t help but admire the work ethic these people had. Even if their career choices were distasteful. It’s just the odd glance anyway, just to see what’s going on in that ‘world’, to keep himself up to date with the current youth culture. 

---

He calls himself Kylo. That can’t be his real name, a lot of these ‘influencers’ seem to have made up names (Just why? What do they have to hide? Not like anyone is going to turn up at their doorstep, it’s not as if they offer any true value to the world). 

In his brief research, influencers seem to form their own niche. Games, fashion, traveling, cooking.. Even, bizarrely, household chores. This Kylo though, a young man who featured prominently on Dophelds slides, doesn’t seem to have a theme at all outside of all that made up gender nonsense and being a goth. Calls himself a ‘they’ despite clearly being a ‘he’. Preaches accepting yourself for who you are, only as far as Hux can see the ‘who you are’ part is just whatever bollocks comes into his head at the time.

It’s with a sneer that he closes out of the Twitch stream, Kylo chatting animatedly about some fake farm video game he’s playing with some ‘VIP subscribers’, catching half the sound effect of a horror scream denoting he’s got yet another new subscriber before he’s faced with his own reflection in his black desktop background.

[moochnsfw]

Late Night at Dawn Winery 😈

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[gaykarstaagforever]

Apparently my politics align with the progressive left, but my worldview and lifestyle aren't turtlely enough for the local turtle club.

As in, even the Democrats in rural areas here are wealthy, college-educated centrists who think the solution to all life's problems involve paying lawyers. They have zero interest in local farmers or blue collar labor progressives or quirky country hippie gays doing anything besides weak-ass phone bank / door-knocking shit, which is just asking already registered Democrats to please remember to vote.

And fine. But that almost literally does not matter. You could get every mild Democrat sympathizer to vote around here, and they'd STILL lose every election by 70%.

You need to do outreach. You need to confront the Republican misinformation and white-grievance shit head-on. And shockingly, the last people equipped to do that around here are interloper McMansion Work-from-Homes who think the rest of us only exist to sell them tomatoes from roadside stands.

We need a populist blue collar appeal to people who are being ground down by the entrenched GOP establishment. They're angry and looking for solutions, and only the GOP are exploiting that, with racist lies and culture war distractions.

But that's harder than hanging out at the local winery and laughing about Twitter roasts of JD Vance, which seems to be all they do up here. Because they literally do not care about votes. They don't actually intend to win anything. This is just a social thing for people who feel isolated politically.

And that is NOT interesting to me.

But what am I going to do? Subversively hang out with people I don't like, doing pointless shit, on the off chance one of the VIPs thinks I'm funny or something and maybe takes my advice? How long is that going to take? And also, that fucking sucks.

This is why I wasn't involved before. The Democrats here suck. I don't like them, and they don't want me around.

All I can think to do is randomly try running for some tiny office as a weird indie progressive, and make enough noise that they show up to either tell me to stop or meekly give me $5 to see what happens.

And I totally have time and energy to do this.

Blegh. I don't know.

[threadandlace]

Pirate Smile (Jake POV)- Seamstress for the Band series, part eight (4.0k)

Masterlist- to start from the beginning

“You okay?” you asked Josh as he came back into the room, clearly flustered as he paced for a moment before digging into his suitcase. He was quiet, which was abnormal when he was drunk. “Josh,” you repeated, a little louder this time. He stilled and slowly turned to face you. ���What?” he replied, his eyes blank. “Are you okay?” you repeated, searching his face for a hint at whatever was clearly bothering him. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just drank a bit too much,” he said with a chuckle as he turned back to rummage through his suitcase for his toiletries. Something is up. Josh disappeared into the bathroom, and you heard the shower start.

Reaching into your sweatpants pocket for your phone, you checked the time. Almost 2:30 am. Tomorrow morning is going to be a struggle. You checked through your socials, scrolling through pictures and videos from the night before. You laughed at some edits the fans had made of Josh making a face while hitting a high note. The thirst traps were your absolute favorite things to look over- it stroked your ego just enough, but also made you laugh at how enthralled some people were. You watched the TikTok Olivia had posted of the group’s trip to the distillery and winery, reflecting on the day. You noticed a few frames that had everyone included in them and grimaced, knowing people would immediately notice the gorgeous girl hanging in the background with Josh.

She really was pretty, but you liked her for more than just her looks- she was skilled beyond compare and hilarious. She fit right in with the group, her presence enhancing the group dynamic. Taking a deep breath, you opened the comments. Sure enough, the hateful side of the fanbase had sprung into action.

Who the fuck is this girl we keep seeing??? Hello?!

Does Josh have a gf?! Sleeping on the highway tonight fr…

Girlie wants to be a groupie so bad, fuck off

You were the most concerned about the ones speculating that she and Josh were a couple, mostly because you felt like there was some weight behind the speculation. It was only an inkling you had, but you saw the way he looked at her- it was a look you’d hardly ever seen from your twin, but one you knew it held weight.

Scrolling over to twitter, you saw the same speculation and hatred. You noticed that one of the girls that had thrown the beer in West Virginia had taken a video, which you clicked on. The video was shaky, but it clearly showed the cans of beer being shaken up before making impact. It broke your heart to see her freeze, holding the damn box of shoes that left her completely defenseless. Josh ran into the frame and you heard him yell something at the idiots with the cameras as he grabbed her and pulled her through the door. Oh they’re definitely going to run with this.

And, true to your fear, the fanbase did run with it. Screenshots of the video had been blown up, made into a meme, and shared all over Twitter and Instagram. “Fuck,” you whispered as you continued to wade through the cesspool of disgusting comments and jokes. “What?” Josh asked as he walked back into the room, towel around his waist and wet curls clinging to his face. “Uh, nothing,” you tried to cover. Josh turned to face you, giving you a serious look. As serious as he could give being a little drunk and slightly resembling a wet poodle.

Josh pointed to your phone. “Tell me. Now,” he ordered. You sighed before giving him the breakdown from the night. He stood still as he listened, slightly leaned back against the wardrobe at the front of the room. Once you’d finished, he rubbed his face before turning to fish his clothes out of the suitcase. “That’s all you got?” you asked. He pulled on a pair of underwear before turning to face you. “I’m too fucked up to comprehend everything. All I know is that I’m angry. And that I hope she’s asleep and not seeing the fucking vile filth people are spewing onto all these damn platforms.” You nodded as you listened, noting his passion as being slightly more than the normal amount. “Nothing we can do tonight. It’s a tomorrow issue for sure,” you commented as you rose and walked into the bathroom to brush your teeth.

Josh joined you in the bathroom and you both stood at the sink as you brushed your teeth. He looked tired- his skin was more pale than usual, purple shadows more prominent under his eyes. You knew that at the end of the day, he did this for you. This band, music, touring, all of it was your dream, he just happened to have the incredible voice and stage presence you had needed to be complete. The sacrifices he made never left the forefront of your mind, although your dream had slowly started to become his too. He loved performing and traveling and, of course, making you happy. Therefore, he was happy to join you on the rollercoaster that was Greta Van Fleet, although you knew that a hiatus was coming. You were ready for it, and you were sure Sam and Danny were too. The income you all were making off the tours was nice, but you were all able to be quite comfortable off the revenue generated from streams, merch and other endorsements.

You and Josh crawled into your own beds, turning to face each other and talk for a few minutes before you fell asleep. You’d always done this, for as long as you could remember. Typically, Josh would talk the most and you’d listen as he recounted various parts of the day, rambling about whatever crossed his mind. Tonight though, he was quiet. You figured he was just tired and irritated over the social media situation, so you discussed a time for your alarm before you shut off the light. A few minutes later you heard his breathing deepen, a sure sign he was asleep. His breathing lulled you to sleep soon after.

As soon as the alarm went off, you groaned. Josh was still out when you rolled out of bed and headed into the bathroom. It was 9:30 am, meaning you only had about 30 minutes to get down and grab breakfast before it closed for the day. You quickly got ready for the day, Josh not stirring at all as you moved around the room. You sat on the edge of his bed as you pulled on your shoes, turning to shake him lightly. He mumbled something and swatted at you. “As long as there’s signs of life, I’ll leave you be for a bit. I’ll get you something for breakfast, what do you want?” you asked quietly. Josh’s answer consisted of a grunt as he rolled over. “Okay, well, if you don’t like what I bring you, you’re out of luck front man,” you said as you headed out the door.

Danny was sitting at a table and drinking a coffee when you entered the dining room. “Morning,” he said with a smile as you walked over to him. “You want to sit?” he asked but you shook your head. “I need to take stuff up to Josh. He’s pretty hungover,” you said. Danny nodded. “Sam too. I told him I’d bring him a waffle. He asked for bacon for some reason, but I will not be fulfilling that request,” Danny said with a laugh. You leaned, quieting your voice as you glanced around the room. “Did you see Twitter?” you asked quietly. Danny nodded, giving you a look of sadness. “I really love our fans but… some of them really make me question humanity.” You nodded, “I couldn’t agree more.” You gave Danny’s shoulder a pat before heading to the breakfast bar.

You were boxes of food for you and Josh, as well as an orange juice for him and a coffee for yourself. The elevator doors opened, and you were greeted by a familiar face. “Good morning,” she said quietly, giving you a soft smile. “Good morning! You headed down?” you asked as you stepped out of the elevator, noting her luggage next to her and she nodded. “See you on the bus in a bit,” she said as the doors closed between you.

Josh was still half-asleep when you got back in the room. “Dude, you have to get up. For real this time,” you pressed as you put his food down in front of him. He slowly sat up, reaching for the cup of orange juice on the nightstand. You sat at the table in the corner to eat your breakfast and watched as Josh ate slowly, chewing thoughtfully on the bacon you’d brought him. “Why a bagel?” he asked, gesturing to the plain bagel you’d brought him, a light layer of peanut butter between the halves. “You always wanted a bagel and peanut butter when we were sick. Mom always made you a peanut butter bagel and brought me what?” you quizzed, knowing he knew the answer. Josh rolled his eyes, “crackers. So boring.”

 You both were able to make it onto the bus by 10:15, only a little behind schedule. “Always late,” Danny tutted as you took your seats at the booth in the middle of the bus. You had all chosen to get onto your bus versus the wardrobe bus today, giving her space to work on finishing whatever she needed to. “Where’s Sam?” Josh asked as he made a cup of tea at the kitchenette. “Bunks,” Danny replied, pointing behind him as he flipped through one of the magazines Emily had left on your bus for some reason. Josh walked over and moved the magazine in Danny’s hands to get a better look at the cover. “People? Really? Of all things, Emily doesn’t get enough drama on the road?” Josh joked. “And you too, for that matter Danny boy,” Josh added, poking at Danny. Danny chuckled but shrugged, “something to pass the time. At least this isn’t about us or our friends.” Josh took a seat and gestured to the cover “actually, Oprah is my friend, so thanks for that.” You all laughed as the bus headed towards the venue.

The ride to the venue was quick and you were all immediately ushered to sound check. “We need to get it done quickly because they’re letting the general admission group come in early due to the weather,” Emily had explained. Sure enough, when you stepped off the bus you were greeted by a downpour, the rain starting to puddle in the parking lot. Everyone made their way to the stage and went through the usual lineup to check your equipment. Everything sounded pretty good after a few minor adjustments, although you could tell Josh was exhausted as he struggled to hit different notes. You went to stand closer to him and noted how he relaxed, although he still was strained. As you exited the stage you all were ushered to the green room, a large open area that split into the various dressing rooms.

Josh immediately went to his room and closed the door, likely getting ready to take a nap. You and Danny went to check in with your seamstress extraordinaire, who looked quite tired. “How’d it go?” she asked in her normal, cheerful manner. Danny talked about how great things sounded and how excited he was for tonight, but all you could think of was the sea of hateful comments you’d read last night. 

Did she know? Had she seen what you had? She smiled at you uneasily. “You okay, Jake?” she asked gently. You nodded and took a seat in a chair to the side of the area of where she was working. “Yeah, I’m great. Tired, but good. You?” She nodded and expressed the same- tired, but good. Sam took a seat on the floor next to you and stretched on the floor, eventually laying back and closing his eyes. “Sam, the floor is probably disgusting, do you want the couch?” she had asked him, but he shook his head, lifting a finger up to silence her, which she had laughed at.

Emily came back, carrying her usual clipboard and frazzled look. “Emily, what’s for lunch?” Sam asked, noticing her presence before she’d even spoken, his eyes still closed. She completely ignored him and looked past all of you, finding comfort in one of the few other women on the tour. “We are having some weather issues,” was all Emily said before bursting into tears. 

Instantly, she was up and taking Emily by the hands and leading her down the hall, whispering to her as Emily sobbed. Something was clearly very wrong, but you and Danny stayed put, giving each other wide-eyed looks of confusion. Sam propped himself up on his elbows before looking around. “Where’d she go? Did I make her upset?” he asked and you shook your head. “Something’s going on, but we have no idea what. It’s fine,” Danny replied, sitting back in his chair as he eased his head back and closed his eyes.

The women came back a short while later, Emily taking off down the hall quickly. “Everything okay?” you asked as she returned to her work. She nodded, not giving you an explanation. “Do you know what we are having for lunch?” Sam asked and she chuckled. “The venue is doing catering. I think it’s Mexican,” was all she said before the room returned to silence.

She had been right- lunch was Mexican. “Should we wake Josh up?” Danny had asked and you nodded. You left your plate and went into his dressing room, taking a moment to adjust to the pitch black. You fumbled through the room, eventually finding his body curled up on the couch on the side of the room. “Hey. It’s almost 1:30, I figured you would want to come get lunch. They have these quesadillas that I think you’ll really like,” you said after gently jostling him awake. “I’m coming,” Josh had answered, still half-asleep. You helped pull him up off the couch and you flipped on the light on your way out, Josh wincing at the brightness as he followed behind you.

The vibe in the green room immediately changed when Josh stepped into the room. He ignored it as he went to make himself a plate and you returned to yours. Josh returned to the group and sat in a chair at the edge of the group, eating quietly. He didn’t so much as look her way, a shift from the day before when they had been side-by-side, eating and joking together. The air was tense, and Danny clearly felt it too from the looks he was giving you. Sam, however, was oblivious as he discussed the set list. Sam argued with Josh for a moment over the opener, eventually getting his way when Josh gave in.

Emily came back into the room as everyone was finishing up lunch, looking even more anxious and frazzled. “So we have a real problem,” Emily started, flipping her clipboard back and forth between her hands. You all waited for her to continue. “So… the arena is flooding.”

“What does that mean? Like, flooding how?” you asked as you searched her face for a clue to just how bad this was. “Like… there’s a leak in the roof. Multiple leaks. And the floor is covered in water. This storm is getting really bad,” Emily said quietly. “Wait…” Danny started, “didn’t you tell us that all the GA people were going to go into the arena early? Because of the storm? Are they in there right now?” Emily nodded slowly, all of you falling silent. “Well, they’re all being taken out into the halls now, because there’s now a hurricane warning. And, you know, because the arena has turned into a swimming pool.” Josh stood, “I want to see.” Everyone nodded in agreement and Emily excused herself to have a quick chat with the security team to facilitate a way to view the damage.

A few moments later, everyone was being escorted by security up through the levels of the arena until you made it out to finally see the damage. Everything Emily had said was true- rain was falling from a few spots in the ceiling, cascading down and splattering onto the concrete floor. There was now a few inches of standing water in the middle of the arena. Workers were milling about as they tried to clean things up, an impossible task as the water continued to fall from the ceiling, much quicker than they could clean. Everyone stood in awe, taking in just how bad the situation was. A few fans were still being ushered out from the area around the stage, all of them passing through the standing water that was collecting as they made their way to the halls surrounding the main area.

As you all headed back to the green room, the severity of the situation started to sink in. “So,” Emily had said after everyone was seated once again, “we are going to have to reschedule, obviously. The leaks won’t be able to be repaired in this storm, and I don’t think they’d be able to clean the water up quick enough anyways.” 

Everyone was silent- having to cancel or reschedule was the absolute worst thing, all of you hating it for so many reasons. The logistics of rescheduling were a nightmare, but the disappointment you all felt from the fan base was worse by far. Everyone’s minds shifted to the fans- people that had likely slept on the concrete outside the venue for hours, if not days, for a chance to get a good spot in the pit. “Obviously we will go break the news, although I don’t think it’ll be a surprise. Some people have left already because they’re piecing things together, but I think most of them will stay put. The storm is really getting bad. I know that we won’t be able to leave for a few hours,” Emily continued.

 “Can we get them food? Waters?” Danny asked, Josh agreeing. “The venue is going to provide food and water for everyone stuck here. Obviously, this is a huge liability, so everyone is being taken care of very well,” Emily clarified.

“Well… I guess we get another day off,” Danny noted, trying to stay positive. “We are just going to have to come back and make it up,” Sam commented, and you agreed. “How does that work?” she asked as she worked on applying beading to a pair of pants. 

She was always working, no matter where she was- always present, but still far off as she hunched over her latest project. Danny explained the rescheduling process to her as she listened and asked occasional questions as she worked. “Well, at least your outfits will be ready when you come back,” she added with a chuckle. “I was really excited about this wardrobe set too,” Josh said quietly, speaking to her for the first time of the day. “I know. They’ll still get their use when you guys come back,” she said, reaching out to squeeze Josh’s knee. He gave her a reserved smile, both trading their usually giggly exchanges for quieter glances back and forth.

The lights flickered as the storm continued to ramp up. You pulled out your phone to check the radar. “Looks like we are about to get the worst of it,” you noted, showing the radar to the group. Everyone had leaned forward to see the screen when the power finally cut out completely. It was pitch black save for the exit signs and the group’s terrified faces reflecting the colorful light from the radar on your phone. 

“Shit,” Sam hissed. You could feel Emily’s presence before you heard her, barely able to make out her shape from the red glow of the emergency exit signs as your eyes adjusted to the dark. “Everyone okay?” Emily shouted and everyone sounded off. “Do they not have generators for this kinda thing?” you heard Danny ask. Nobody had an answer, so you all sat in silence for a few minutes as you waited for something to happen. “I’m thinking we are going to be stuck here for a bit,” you said quietly, everyone groaning in response.

Editing credits to the lovely @joshs-jonch who I’m so grateful to have had on this journey with me!

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🧭CONTRIBUTOR SPOTLIGHT 🧭 Introducing Radiish! Radiish will be enjoying the high winds of Mondstadt along with our favorite renowned bard and a certain handsome member of Dawn Winery. Radiish on Twitter @radiish3s on Tumblr

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Yeast Ooze (Paths Beyond)

I called this one a decade ago. Didn’t I call this one a decade ago?

The yeast ooze doesn’t surprise me in the slightest. It’s a zany monster, but too good an opportunity to pass up, especially for a low-level ooze. Unfortunately, it didn’t get much descriptive text, but there’s enough to work with. What little we have attributes yeast oozes with a generally alchemical origin. However, the ones in the Outlaws of Alkenstar arose organically, so they are potentially a threat in abandoned breweries and bakeries. 

Yeast oozes spread the mother of all yeast infections, but thankfully they aren’t lethal, even if it is incredibly uncomfortable. Like IRL yeast, these oozes don’t like cold either; they are vulnerable to cold damage, and cold environments grant additional saving throws to the infections they cause. I wouldn’t expect to see them in colder planar regions — unless an alchemist or occultist wanted to create them intentionally, so having a frigid lab may make the experiment safer.

Aakriti the Everchanging considers all oozes sacred but holds a particular fondness for the ever-adaptable yeast oozes. Unfortunately, Aakriti’s celestial oozes have attracted the attention of the Horseman Apollyon. The Prince of Plagues wishes to corrupt the oozes with his “improvements,” specifically making their yeast infections increase the host’s vulnerability to other diseases. Now, Aakriti’s faithful and anyone seeking the Everchanging’s aid must stave off constant daemonic plots and assassinations.

While most towns have to deal with rats and pigeons as local pests, yeast oozes infest Delight. It makes sense because Delight is nestled deep within the Outer Rifts and since almost the entire population is some form of alchemist, brewer, or baker. Delight specializes in inventing new food and drink, presenting itself as a refuge and resting place for weary travellers to Cerebulim. As with all things related to Haagenti, this is merely a facade, but Delight is a relatively space place compared to other Chthonian settlements.

Deep within the Plane of Wood’s fractal wilderness is an enormous tree known as the Thyrsus. This living tower is a strange combination of pine and vine, growing grapes as large as a person. When these fruits grow ripe, they inevitably burst, spilling their contents into massive cup-like hollows below. Given time, they ferment into a wine vintage that is a delicacy across the planes and a potent primal spell component. This natural winery is the product of the many yeast oozes that live on and around the Thyrsus. When docile, they appear to be perfect spheres of amber dew, but they quickly become active if they sense a new source of sugar in their presence — such as an adventurer’s flesh.

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i commissioned some art of kovya n pantalone from this artist on fiverr (i could not find their twitter/insta to link!) and. ahagahagh. look at them....

i did not intend for it to be (i originally was imagining a Pre-Diluc era....) but this feels very post-diluc kovya gets in trouble with their patron (and keeper. and uuh. the fatui harbinger they literally betrayed) for fooling around with the dawn winery tycoon....