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minecraftbookshelf · 10 months

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hello this is an invitation/request to ramble about textile production in rivendell vs the swamp in the arranged marriages au I am very curious about this thank you

Most of this is going under a cut because it is going to get a bit long and rambly and is 100% as much an info-dump as it is a worldbuilding post.

the TLDR is Wool VS Linen

MOSTLY INFO DUMP PORTION

Rivendell:

The majority of Rivendell textiles are wool-based.

They do import some silk from the Overgrown but that is reserved for special occasions and items. Mostly silk threads are used for magical stitching and silk fabric as a center lining for leather and chain armor.

Almost everything else is wool.

Most of their wool comes from sheep but they also have llamas, rabbits, and goats that all are domesticated for this purpose. (Wool as a term refers to any fiber obtained from an animal, even if some of it is technically hair, for textile purposes it is wool)

Most of their export is sheep wool, they have, in fact, increased their sheep herds specifically to accommodate export in the recent decade or so as they open their borders and form alliances beyond the Overgrown.

Wool is an incredibly versatile fiber. It's water resistant and thermal properties make it ideal for the snowy mountain terrain of Rivendell's territory. It can also be made into fabric so fine it is literal gauze. It can be felted it can be knitted it can be woven. Saying Rivendell's textiles are almost 95% wool does not accurately convey how varied those textiles are. Generations of Rivendell elves have spent their ~500 year long lifespans coming up with new things to do with wool.

And its not just from sheep.

Rabbit wool is most commonly used for items like underclothes or baby clothes and blankets.

Llama wool actually comes in two distinct forms, because Llamas have layered coats. Originally they were used as beasts of burden but were also, over the generations, bred for fleece as well. Their rougher outer coats are used more for things like rope and cordage, the inner fleece is similar to rabbit.

Llama is also the least common wool, since it takes about two years for a llama to regrow its coat after shearing and they aren't exactly the most space efficient of livestock. The fleece is one of the luxury exports sold mostly to foreign nobility who want to feel fancy and brag about their "exotic [insert item here]". The outer coat fibers are mostly sold as cordage, which is excellent quality and in high demand in the seafaring nations. (This is also due to elvish craft-magic, more on that later in the worldbuilding-focused section)

Goats are a full range from coarser fibers to fine soft ones. It functions much the same as sheep fiber, just with a lower yield. Goats are primarily used in the outer villages of Rivendell in the highest, sheerest cliffs where they are more suited to the terrain than their moor wool-laden cousins.

The Swamp:

Most Swamp-made textiles are linen.

Mostly made from flax and/or hemp. (Yes, that kind of hemp, go ahead, make the jokes.)

(Hemp grown for fiber is a different variety than hemp grown for more recreational reasons. It has a much lower THC and the plant itself is a lot larger. I'm not saying they don't grow the other kind, and use it medicinally, but it isn't relevant to anything I will be writing. If that's your wheelhouse you are welcome to take this and run with it.)

Linen is a lightweight and absorbent fabric that is ideal for hotter climates so it is very common to see in the Northern kingdoms. It's absorbency does mean it dirties and starts smelling fairly quickly but it is also a very resilient fabric that takes washing well. It also has the default state of "wrinkled" which, to someone accustomed to other types of fabric, does lend itself to looking rather unkempt. (You see where I'm going with this.)

Like wool there is a wide range of fabrics, ranging from the ultra fine and soft to coarser, more Textured pieces. (basically, the underclothes to sail canvas range) both flax and hemp, especially the latter, are also used to make cordage and hemp in particular is often used to make macrame and beaded jewelry, irl and in the Swamp. Fishing nets are also a common product.

Textiles are not a notable export of the Swamp so there is less to say there.

IRL flax linen makes up some of the oldest surviving fabric and clothing samples, dating back thousands of years.

Flax fibers are not elastic, they don't stretch and shrink while worked with and don't have a lot of give. This does make working with it in the process of fabric making somewhat difficult and requiring a lot of skill. The resulting fabric though is incredibly durable so its a trade off.

The Mostly Worldbuilding Portion

This is just going to be a bunch of disorganized bullet points really

A significant portion of the flax used by the Swamp from linen production is grown and harvested in Helianthia and brought to the swamp for manufacture. This is actually the primary threat Mythland represents, (you know, besides rampant destruction and harassment along the border) is interrupting that trade route. They do also grow their own but do not enough for what is needed.

Elvish magic is almost entirely based around fiber arts. Embroidery, knot-work, charms stitched into seams and knitted into the very makeup of a garment. Wool and Gold. (gold-thread embroidery is powerful stuff) A side effect of all of this is that when small Xornoth started setting things on fire and small Scott sneezed frost it was a pretty solid indication that their magic was a bit more directly divinely sourced.

Related, elvish rope is reliable. It doesn't degrade or break or even cut easily. (This is straight from Tolkein but it works too well not to poach)

Elves build things to last, a single elf-made garment can last for several human generations. At least.

Net making/repair in the Swamp is one of those community tasks that a lot of people sit down together and do while socializing. Almost everyone has at least the basic skills required.

Generations worth of irreplaceable historical tapestries were lost when Xornoth burned down the Rivendell palace during their coup and every time the weavers and artisans and historians of the kingdom remember that they come very close to being assassinated.

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gallifreyinstituteforlearning · 1 month

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I'm curious: how do Gallifreyans perceive relationships/ marriages? Are they in general more loyal or are they more polyamorous? Do they have specific rituals like we humans? Does such things even matter to such a highly advanced species?

Gallifreyan Love

🔗 Cultural Norms and Practices

On Gallifrey, the idea of relationships is intertwined with a deeply rooted sense of duty and a hierarchical societal structure. Relationships, especially among the higher echelons of Time Lord society, serve more purpose as strategic alliances than expressions of personal affection. As you can imagine, the extended lifespans of Gallifreyans, coupled with their capability for regeneration, add a few more layers of complexity - imagine getting a divorce 500 years in, and having to separate that CD collection.

The influence of the Curse of the Pythia, which rendered the majority of Gallifreyans sterile and thus made sex pointless in a practical way, has historically shaped Gallifrey's approaches to relationships. The emergence of "loomed" Time Lords pivoted their species towards asexuality, and many Gallifreyans were celibate as a societal norm. However, Low Town does have a couple of brothels, so make of that what you will.

💍 Dating and Marriage Conventions

Despite the strategic nature of many Gallifreyan relationships, marriages born of love are not unheard of. The rituals surrounding marriage, however, are pretty obscure. We don't know much beyond the tradition of donning white - a colour symbolising death on Gallifrey - suggesting marriage is like death, or something(?)

The act of courtship among Gallifreyans is another big question mark. While traditional "date nights" as understood by humans might not align with Gallifreyan practices, their society does have plenty of date locations, from the dives of Low Town to the posh restaurants of Arcadia.

🔄 Monogamy vs. Polyamory

Due to their extended lifespans and regenerative capabilities, the concept of lifetime commitment can stretch across centuries and several physical forms. This unique condition creates a social fabric where both monogamous and polyamorous relationships can thrive, each serving different purposes and reflecting individual preferences.

Monogamy: For some Gallifreyans, especially those in positions of political or social prominence, a monogamous relationship might symbolise a stable alliance or a deeply personal bond that persists through regenerations.

Polyamory: On the other hand, the very nature of Gallifreyan society lends itself to more fluid relationship structures. Polyamorous relationships, in this context, might be strategic, forming networks of support, influence, and mutual benefit among different Houses or factions.

🏫 Modern Interpretations

In contemporary times, society is still adapting to the shifting political landscape and the return of biological reproduction. The deeply ingrained traditions of the old may be giving way to new forms of personal expression and connection. Yet, for all the advancements and changes, Gallifrey remains a society where duty and tradition wield significant influence and probably will for a long time to come.

Hope that helped! 😃

Further reading:

How does marriage and dating work on Gallifrey?

What is looming and how does it work?

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esosage · 2 months

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It had been a handful of months since stone had managed to pull robotnik out of the death eggs wreck, and finally things were looking up for the two. Stone had managed to secure a deal with a jewel thief to collect the master emerald on his and the doctors behalf, production to construct an army of badniks was under way, he had finally discovered the location of project shadow, and robotnik could walk again, albeit barely.

It was to no one's surprise that falling 500 feet down did a number on robotnik's body, but stone was just glad it was salvageable. Even if he wouldn't be able to move like he used to.

“Do you really need to replace the bandages everyday stone? The wounds have already closed up.”

Robotnik winced as stone wrapped another layer of tight gauze onto him.

“Yes. Your bones are still broken and we need to keep them in place. But if we keep the bandages on for too long, they'll get dirty.”

Stone lied. Not about the bones, but more so about the bandages. In reality he could wait around a few days before he replaced it, but he liked being this close to the other.

A huff sounded out from in front of the agent.

“And then I'll get dirty; I've got it already stone.”

The agent chuckles at the doctor's sour attitude… mentally of course.

“I know….”

A long silence creeped through the room after that. The only audible sound was stone, carefully, wrapping the doctor's bandages.

As always, robotnik was the one to talk first.

“I think I've discovered just what you are over this ‘break’ agent.”

He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the comment.

“And that would be sir?”

“You're a gerontophile, a sycophant with a penchant for silver foxes, or to dumb it down for you, you like your men with a 20 year age gap.”

A snort managed to slip its way out between stone’s normally sealed lips.

“is something about what i said humoring you agent, because i don't believe i've told a joke.” Robotnik snapped; head instinctually swiveling up to face stone.

“How old do you think I am doctor?”

He tried to hide the hint of amusement in his gaze as he watched confusion contort on robotnik's face.

“Somewhere in your early 30’s obviously.”

Stone shook his head, unable to seal the laugh inside his mouth any longer.

“I'm flattered sir, really, but I'm 42.”

The audible gasp robotnik let out was simply beautiful.

“Your in your 40’s?”

Stone nodded, causing the bewildered expression on robotnik's face to quickly turn into a scowl.

“You're lying. There's No way in hell you're 42.”

The agent could help but snicker a bit.

“and how, or why, would I be lying to you doctor?”

“Because, you ignoramus, you simply look too good to be in your 40’s. Nobody that old has such soft features without a wrinkle in sight. It's impossible.”

A bright smile crept its way onto stones cheeks.

“You think I'm good looking?”

In hindsight, Stone should have put more thought into self-preservation, as robotnik was not the only one he had to bandage up after that.

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lalal-99 · 2 years

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Five Years

This is chapter 2 of 5 of the short story "Right Place, Wrong Time" {skz l.f.}. Word Count: 4,7k

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"So, your boss just went and promoted that douchebag over you? What a prick!"

"I know, right. And that, after I tortured myself for two years. The only difference between Dan and I is that he's a suck-up."

"Asshole!"

As the second insult left your best friend's mouth, you unlocked the door to your apartment. In contrast to the hot air outside, your place greeted you with a cool breeze. During summer, you always kept your air-conditioning running so that your apartment didn't heat up as much. That was the luxury of living on your own with no children. The money you spent on electricity was your business, and your business only.

"Should you be swearing so much in front of the baby?" you asked Keira through the phone as you closed the door behind you to keep the cold air inside.

"It can't hear me. There are about 500 layers of skin and fat between its ears and my mouth. So, I'm not that concerned," Keira replied as she tilted her phone so that you could see her rubbing over her barely visible belly. "So, are you finally gonna quit that stupid job?"

"I don't think so. It's still good money, and I can use that," you told your best friend as you brushed off your shoes, making your way over to the fridge.

"You can be an accountant somewhere else," Keira pointed out as you inspected your empty fridge with a frown. Apart from two 2-litre bottles of Fanta, it was empty.

"I know, but I don't think that will change anything. Assholes are everywhere. That's in the job description," you explained as you made your way over to another cupboard. Before you could find something edible, though, you tripped over an object on the floor. "Fucking hell!"

"What?"

"I tripped over Jo's skateboard. I swear if she doesn't come to pick it up by next week, I'll throw that thing away." You took the skateboard, placing it back against the wall. Somehow, it always rolled to random places in your one-bedroom. "I don't care how much money she spent on it."

"Jo still has her stuff at your place? I thought you asked her to get it months ago."

"I did. But apparently, she doesn't care about it," you said with a sigh. "Or maybe, she got stuck in her new girlfriend."

"That's certainly a picture that won't leave my head again," Keira joked, a disturbed laugh leaving her lips. You couldn't keep yourself from laughing as well, sitting down at your table as you started massaging your ankle. "Oh, by the way. Did you happen to go on the Gram today?"

"Why?" you asked, opening the app in the meantime.

"One of Felix's bandmates has posted a new picture, and I wanted to get your input on that."

The mention of his name made a frown appear on your face as you quickly typed in the band's name. As you opened the last posted picture, your frown deepened.

"Why would you want my input on that?"

For a second, your eyes scanned over the black and white picture. One of Felix's bandmates, Chan, had posted a photo of himself, holding up a peace sign, a bright smile on his face. He was stood on a bridge, a never-ending body of water in the back. The caption read 'No place like home', and listed below it were some hashtags you didn't bother examining.

"Doesn't that bridge look familiar to you?" Keira asked, a little annoyed at your apparent stupidity. As you looked closer, you had to admit that you had seen it before. Multiple times. About every other day.

"Harbour Bridge?" you questioned, still a little confused. "Still, I don't understand what you-"

"Gosh, I thought I was supposed to get the pregnancy brain," Keira pointed out with a chuckle, interrupting you in the process. "Where's Harbour Bridge? In Sydney. What does that imply? This dude is in Sydney."

How you didn't make the correlation yourself, you didn't know. Maybe you did inherit Keira's pregnancy brain, but still, you didn't know why this piece of information would be relevant to you.

"Gosh, you're slow today. If this dude's in Sydney, there's a chance that Felix is also here."

It was only when Keira's told you her assumption that you finally made the connection. Frankly, the thought of him being here made you feel weird. Not uncomfortable, not scared, but something in between. You hadn't talked to Felix in five years, and the thought of running into him in the streets made you shiver.

"I guess," you agreed as you closed the app. Keira's face appeared again, looking a little concerned.

"You good?"

"Yeah. Just weird to think that he might be back," you explained your behaviour as you pressed your lips together. "Let's change topics. Is Mario's back open? I don't have any food here."

"He opened back up over the weekend. Maybe, I'll get some Pizza as well," Keira agreed, biting her lip as she was apparently looking up the menu.

You were more than thankful that Keira didn't question your change of topic. But that was what best friends did, after all.

For the next half-hour, you stayed on the phone as both of you waited for the food to arrive.

As your adult life had found its rhythm, this was how most of your nights went. You'd be talking to your best friend for hours as you were doing your evening chores, and she was waiting for her boyfriend to come home. It was a comfortable arrangement, especially after Jo had left you. It kept your mind off it, and even though you were doing good now, you kept your new tradition.

It was kinda like the four of you – that being Keira, Calum, their unborn baby and you – were living in some kind of flat-sharing community. The only reason that couldn't become a real thing was that they would have a child soon, and you didn't want to third-wheel in that.

Apart from that, you really enjoyed living on your own. No one was nagging you about how you cleaned the floors or how you kept your ketchup in a cupboard rather than the fridge. You enjoyed the freedom of that.

Your doorbell rang about 10 minutes after you had placed your order at the local Italian delivery service.

"That was fast," Keira pointed out as you stood up from the comfort of your wooden chair, which was a paradox. Admittedly, 10 minutes was a short time to have a pizza ready and at your doorstep. For a second, you wondered if you should maybe change Pizza places. Up until now, there had never been a problem, though, so you quickly shrugged that thought off.

"I'll be right back," you told Keira as you made your way over to the counter to get your purse. It was when you opened it that you realised you didn't have any cash. With a concerned pout, you walked to the door opening it as you still searched for what you hoped would be a twenty. "I'm sorry. I don't seem to have cash on me. Do you also take cards?"

It stayed quiet for a few seconds as you still sought through your porte-monnaie. There were a few cents, some Ibuprofen for your migraines, a tampon and a hairband. Though, you doubted they would give you the Pizza for that.

"I don't take cards, but I'd take a hug."

A little taken aback, you looked up at the person on the other side of the door. Your frown disappeared within milliseconds as your mouth opened slightly. At this sight, you nearly let your purse fall.

Stood in front of you was not the Pizza delivery girl who usually delivered to your complex. It was not a girl at all and definitely not a Pizza delivery person sent by Mario's.

For a while, you stood frozen. As if Medusa herself had rung your bell, turning you into a stone for all eternity. That couldn't have been further from the truth, though.

The first thing you noticed was that the boy had grown. A lot. Felix had been your height for all you could remember, but now, he was a head taller than you. At least. There was a light stubble around his mouth and chin area, mimicking a beard. His eyes still were the same earthy brown, though they were holding a lot more wisdom now. It took you a little to realise that the boy you once knew had become a man at some point in the past five years.

"Hey," Felix said as his hand scratched at the back of his neck. "So, about that hug-"

Before he could continue, your arms were already around his upper body, pulling him close. You couldn't really reach his neck comfortably anymore, so you had gone for his torso. As your cheek pressed against his chest, you could feel a new set of muscles beneath his shirt, twitching a little at the contact.

When he wrapped his arms around you, you finally closed your eyes, relaxing against him.

The next thing you noticed was his smell. You couldn't believe that even after years, he still used the same Kiwi shower gel. The scent brought back so many memories, you couldn't possibly have played each one through in your head. The most recent one, and therefore the most prominent one, was him leaving five years ago.

All of a sudden, you remembered so many things you hadn't thought about for years. Like both of you hanging out at Felix's place, playing cards in his garden. Or both of you sitting in his hammock, chuckling over secrets you spilt about your friends. Or both of you doing your homework on his bed, almost crying over Chemistry or Physics or whatever was the hardest one that day.

All those moments had once been the most important ones for you. When the two of you had still been together, you had assumed you'd never forget any of them. You had planned to tell them to your kids and grandkids. Still, you forgot most of them after he left. For the most part, because they just hurt too damn much to keep them in the front shelves of your mind.

As the memory of the countless sleepless nights after his departure crept into your head, you let go of him, automatically putting some distance between you.

"What are you doing here," you asked Felix as you looked up at his face. The freckles still were where they used to be, and you recognised a particular one you had always deemed your favourite. The heart-shaped one, right by the outer corner of his right eye.

"I'm here on vacation," he quickly explained as he placed his hands in his pockets. The smile on his face warmed your heart more than you would have admitted at that moment.

"That's not what I meant," you countered as you leaned against the door. You needed something to hold on to, Felix's presence making you nervous for some strange reason. "Why are you here at my apartment? And how did you know I moved here?"

"I wanted to visit you. I didn't get to the last time I was here, so I thought I shouldn't miss out on it this time." His voice had gotten noticeably lower since he moved, and you wondered if it was due to all the vocal lessons he had obviously had. "My parents ran into your mom a few months ago, and she told them that you had moved here."

"I see." You nodded at his words, a few seconds of silence following. You still hadn't really caught up with the moment, him standing so close to you making it feel more like a dream than reality.

"Look, I know I should have called before. But I wanted to surprise you. If this is a bad time, or if you want me to leave, I will."

You thought about his words for a second. Even though you hadn't planned on ever catching up with him – the thought of talking to an ex just so weird to you - you couldn't help but want to invite him in. You kinda wanted to hear what he had to say for himself. So, after a while, you did.

"It's fine. Come in," you said, opening the door for Felix to enter.

When he did, he immediately started to look around your small living space. There was barely enough room for a couch and a table, those somehow fusing together. The TV was facing both the sofa and the table, as well as the open-plan kitchen. After closing the door, you quickly turned off whatever show was running in the background, making your way over to your phone on the table.

"Keira, Imma call you back," you told your best friend as she looked at you in confusion. "You were right. He's back."

The last part was whispered, but Keira heard it anyways. Before she could protest against your quick goodbye, you had already hung up, throwing your phone onto the couch as you joined Felix in your kitchen.

"Please, sit down," you tell him as you point towards your table. "Do you want something to drink?"

"Are you still into Fanta?" Felix asked, remembering your deep love for the yellow drink. You nodded in agreement as you opened the fridge. You took out the open bottle before getting two glasses out of the cupboard. "I really like your place."

"You don't have to lie. It's a shithole," you joke as you take all the supplies over to the table. "But it's my shithole. So, I love it."

"I mean, it is small. But since it's just you and Jo, I guess it's enough."

You frowned at the mention of her name, sitting down on the opposite side of the small table.

"Yeah, we broke up," you quickly explained as you filled the glasses up with the yellow liquid.

"I didn't know. I'm sorry to hear that." For some unknown reason, he seemed genuine. Felix really was sorry about hearing you had broken up with the girl he had always known was after you. Back when you and Felix still were a thing, he had told you multiple times that Jo – a friend of both of you at that time - was coming on to you. Much to his dismay, seeing you didn't believe him and still hung out with her a lot.

"Don't be. We're better off going our own ways anyways," you pointed out as you took a sip of your drink. "Apart from that, Jo got a new girlfriend, the cat and our shared car, and I got- well, I got this shithole. So, I guess we're even."

It was meant as a joke, and even though Felix chuckled at your words, you could feel the compulsion behind it.

"The only thing I'm mad about is her using my apartment as sort of a storage room as she is moving in with her new flame."

"Still using sarcasm as a coping mechanism, I see." Felix seemed to remember the trait you've developed at some point in time. It probably had developed somewhere between your dad leaving for another woman when you were ten and your mother's disapproval of everything you did afterwards. "Honestly, though. Are you good?"

You smiled at his concern. Apart from Keira, none of your friends had actually asked you this. After your break-up, all of them had assumed you were okay by the way you were joking with them and showing no sense of sadness. No one seemed to notice that it had actually hurt more than you wanted to admit.

"I'm alright now. It hurt a ton more in the beginning, but it was nothing compared to when you left."

You hadn't intended those words to leave your mouth, but they were the truth. Though your relationship with Jo had lasted a lot longer, Felix's departure was still the most painful thing that had ever happened to you. It had hurt even worse than when you had found out your dad left.

After a few seconds, you noticed how Felix avoided looking at you, now that your thoughts had left your head. He seemed sad about your words, somehow hurt. That hadn't been your intention, so you quickly tried to avoid any sort of confrontation.

"Where's your mullet? Did you cut it?" you questioned as you took another sip.

"Erm-" Felix spoke up, obviously a little confused at your attempt to change topics. His hand came to the back of his neck as he let it run through his newly short hair. "Those are extensions, actually. I only wear them for promotion and stuff."

"I see," you agreed with a nod. This had become awkward sooner than you thought, but you were glad once Felix became more relaxed again.

"So, you follow me, huh?" he asked as his hand ran through his hair a couple of times. That had always been his reaction when he was nervous. You couldn't believe he still did it, though. "Did you go to our concert last year?"

"I thought about it, but Jo didn't really like the idea of me going to see my ex-boyfriend. Funnily enough, she was the one cheating on me. So in the end, the joke's on her, I guess." Why you kept making those stupid, self-deprecating jokes, you didn't know. Maybe that was just a part of your coping mechanism. "Also, I don't follow you specifically. I follow your band."

Felix nodded at that, his hands coming to the table as they started fiddling with each other.

"I didn't expect you to be interested in us."

"I wasn't at first. But after a while, I figured that I needed to support you. We were best friends for five years, after all. Also, I needed to know that breaking up was worth it."

"So, was it?" Something in his voice told you that he wanted you to answer a certain way. You didn't know which one, though.

"I mean, your music slaps, and you have, like, millions of fans all over the world. I guess it was the right decision," you told the boy honestly. You couldn't quite decipher his reaction, but he somehow looked disappointed. Like he had wanted your answer to be a different one. "You seem genuinely happy in all the videos I've seen. I don't think you would have been this happy if you had stayed and become a teacher or something."

"The footage only shows you what the company wants to show you, you know."

"So, you don't think it was the right decision to leave?" You were confused. Wasn't he as happy as you had thought? He seemed to enjoy being on stage and singing their songs. He couldn't possibly fake all of that.

"No, I do. I think leaving was the right decision. Sometimes, I wonder if it was worth leaving you, though," Felix explained as he looked at his hands. He hadn't taken one sip of his drink yet. Also, his words made your stomach twitch a little. You couldn't quite understand why, though. "I wonder if there was a different path. If there was an in-between between leaving you and just leaving. You know?"

"I'm not sure I understand what you're trying to say."

"I'm not still hung up on you, don't get me wrong. I just sometimes wonder if there was a way I could have left without leaving you. And if there was, if we would still be together now," Felix tried explaining as he looked up at you. "I'm probably not making a lot of sense right now, am I?"

"I'm just a little confused," you told him, looking back at him. He was opening up to you as if he had never left. He was talking to you like you weren't estranged. Like you were right back where you had left off five years ago. "If you feel like we made a mistake, then why didn't you say so. Why didn't you call me as you promised? Why didn't you text me or contact me earlier? You were here a year ago. Why now?"

Your question was reasonable. If Felix had felt like this ever since he left you, up to right now, where he told you about his doubts, then why didn't he say so? There had been many opportunities throughout the past five years. Why now? You couldn't help but address the elephant in the room.

"When I left, I just thought it would be easier this way. I didn't want to have to hear your voice. And most of all, I didn't want you to have to go through this. I thought it would hurt more than it would do good."

The words were flowing out of Felix like a waterfall. It seemed as though he had held all those thoughts inside for five years, which apparently, he had.

"I wanted to tell you the last time I visited. But then, Olivia told me about you and Jo. I didn't want to put you into that situation. Maybe, I also didn't want to be rejected."

"What do you expect me to do now? Am I supposed to forgive you for ignoring me and my calls?" You had tried reaching Felix countless times after he had left. There had been promises that you'd be talking to him every day. Those promises were broken the moment Felix stepped onto the plane.

"I don't expect anything from you. I would understand if you didn't want to talk to me ever again. I was a complete dumbass for not keeping my promise," he explained, looking deeply into your eyes. You could see the honesty in his and regret. He really was sorry for breaking his promise. "But, if you are up for it, I would like to be friends again. I missed my best friend more than I missed anything."

After those words, the room became silent. All that could be heard were the air vents, cooling your apartment to human standards. It was just like when Felix had told you he'd be leaving.

As he looked at you, you felt a little uncomfortable. He was obviously expecting an answer, and you weren't quite sure what that would be. Of course, you had missed him. You had been best friends for a reason.

"You know what? Just think about it. There's no hurry. I know I mishandled things, and being too young and too dumb to know better is no excuse," Felix added after a while, his hands finally taking the glass. "I didn't even come by to tell you that. All I wanted was to catch up."

Felix took a huge gulp. His throat must have been dry from all the talking, so he was enjoying the way the sugary liquid helped him out.

"I'm glad you came by," you told Felix to calm down both yours and his nerves. It wasn't a lie, anyway. After years of no contact, you enjoyed hearing his voice and feeling his presence again. He had always calmed you down, and somehow, his ability to do just that hadn't vanished.

"Should we try a lighter topic, maybe?" You nodded at his question, taking a sip from your glass as well. "How's your mom?"

You laughed out loud at his question. Felix obviously didn't know this, but even though he had wanted to talk about something less depressing and awkward, he had asked something just as.

At first, you didn't know how to tell him. It wasn't easy to tell your childhood best friend how your mother had abandoned you when she found out you were in a romantic relationship with a girl. It wasn't just a fact one could simply tell someone.

Also, the question in itself was unanswerable. You had not talked to your mom ever since she found out, so you plain up had no idea how she was doing. You hadn't received any calls about her dying, so she must still be alive. That was about all you knew.

So, after a few seconds of debating how to tell him, you just did.

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"It was nice talking to you again. Thank you for coming by."

After a few hours of small talk and light conversation, the time had come where you needed to throw Felix out. It was after 11 p.m., and you needed to go to work the following day. You could have spent another 3 hours just eating Pizza and listening to all the crazy stories he had in store. Being a famous idol seemed to be really interesting, and you somehow regretted never being able to sing or dance. You would have had a great time.

"Thank you for not throwing me out right away. I really expected you to hate me after what I did."

"Didn't I tell you five years ago that I could never hate you? I did come close, but I just couldn't bring myself to it."

Felix laughed a little at your words, the vibrations radiating through you as he held you close. You never thought a hug could be so healing, but you also never thought you would hug Felix again. It felt good. Familiar.

"Well, I'm glad you don't," Felix told you as he let go. "Maybe, you also like me enough to meet up again?"

"Sure," you agreed, a smile playing on your lips. "How long are you gonna be here?"

"I'm leaving two weeks from today. You think a busy accountant like you can spare a few hours of her time for me?"

"I think I can make some changes in my schedule," you told him as you crossed your hands in front of your body. "You're leaving in two weeks already. Don't you need like a real break from work to do some travelling or something?"

"We actually start preparing for a comeback in a few weeks, so there's really no time to have a long vacation. Chan is working 10 hours a day, even here," Felix explained, his lips pressed into a thin line. "It's kinda ridiculous."

"Does Chan ever actually sleep? There's this rumour going around that he's like a vampire running on two hours of sleep a night."

"Even a vampire gets more sleep than Chan. But he loves what he's doing. I don't think he'd hold up if he didn't." Felix sounded a little concerned, and you smiled at the thought of him feeling that way for his friend.

Even though you had only spent a few hours with him, you loved the man he had turned into.

Before Felix had left, he couldn't really let himself feel that way for his male friends. There was a stigma about boys who cared too much for friends of their own gender. The fact that Felix had somehow gotten over that made you proud.

"Hey, I almost forgot," Felix suddenly exclaimed as he took a step towards you. "My mom planned this barbecue-thing this Saturday. She begged me to invite you. I think my family would really love seeing you again."

"You don't think it would be weird? It's gonna be your family and little 'ole me?"

"It won't be. My family still talks a lot about you. Even after all those years."

"Well, how could I say no to that then?"

The smile appearing on Felix's lips warmed your heart. You had somehow missed it without noticing.

"I'll see you Saturday then."

You nodded at his words, giving him one last smile as he started walking towards the staircase. One last time, he turned around to wave at you awkwardly. You laughed at his action, waving back until you couldn't see him anymore.

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stop spreading negativity and if you say stuff like this keep out of the main genshin tag. seriously. what part of ‘drinking age is 18 in mond’ do you not get? even in real life in some countries and places it’s 18 to drink. all kaeya did was state the obv, besides traveler isn’t even a minor.. the twins are both well over 500+ years. do some research and don’t use the main tag for that crap, it gets annoying.

“stop spreading negativity” criticizing questionable choices in a game’s writing isn’t a hate campaign, chill.

like, there are multiple occasions in-game where kaeya is under the impression that the Traveler seems underage to him, this is something he brings up. in his profile dialogue: Something to Share “Do you drink wine? Dandelion wine has a unique body to it. Oh, you're underage? You should try Mondstadt's apple cider vinegar. I know just the place.” About Diona “Have you tried one of Diona's drinks? Oh right, you're still underage. Haha, such a shame, it truly is — to not be able to revel with you in such bliss. Hehe, I guess all we can do is wait for you to be old enough.”

he also mentions this regarding the taste of wine in his friendship 4 teapot dialogue: “Oh really? Just from listening to me describe it? Despite having never tried it yourself? That's quite a unique talent.”

other adult characters in-game also acknowledge their view on the Traveler being underage, beidou’s hangout for example has her setting out a non-alcoholic beverage for the Traveler.

that in mind, here is a part of kaeya’s friendship 4 teapot dialogue:

kaeya: “I have to say, though, that chatting with you is quite intoxicating... Actually, in much the same way that drinking is. So, I suppose... I'm just greedy and want to enjoy both of these pleasures at the same time.”

traveler: “So all in all, I'm just another layer in your cocktail of pleasure?”

Kaeya: “Hahaha... What an interesting metaphor! I hadn't looked at it from that angle... Let me think... Hmm... Your analogy seems largely correct. Save for one small detail — you, of course, are the main ingredient in said cocktail.”

like, this dialogue is flirtatious. even if he’s joking around, this is him hitting on a character he has repeatedly acknowledged as viewing as underaged. and that’s not really an alright thing to do!

i get that the Traveler is written with an ambiguous level of maturity, i often compare them to albedo who is at least treated as a young adult but often mistaken for much younger than he is. but, the writing itself has kaeya viewing the Traveler as too young to drink, under 18, and he STILL behaves that way and I have every right to find that writing to be inappropriate! it doesn’t matter that WE know that the Travelers are hundreds of years old, in-universe they are regularly treated and viewed as possibly being underage by the adult characters around them!

i would like to like this game and i do find many parts of it still fun but that in no way means that it is without its issues and i am going to talk about them as i please.

#tratser replies to stuff #genshin impact #like i tag it with the genshin tag because it is genshin etc etc #if you aren’t even following me you can just. block my posts you don’t even need to interact with me

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diary-iguess · 6 years

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wahppn

J: nothing bad it was just really hot and i changed clothes twice

wake up 7 o clock for my interview, eat one piece a bread and some orange juice

ace di interview

dem tell me fi fill out the application twice

some yout try sell me a jelly candy

it cant open, but eventually does

Monique forwards

i meet her friend in the painting studio and we go get a box lunch

i sit down and eat the food

im sweating my life away

R: pepper?

J: before meeting the hustling yout, i left my portfolio in the hr office so mi did have to go back for it

no it's just hot af inna kingston

and i was wearing a long sleeve shirt

Paige seh him nah fwd fi di shoot

Thevrtistisjvmvicvn is sitting next to me, but i'm talking more than he

me a wonda how he can go school in full business attire and not become a puddle of sweat

Yanah appears and asks if she can have something nutritious

on campus

like a shake

Juice immediately says no dawg

Juice is working on a mythological drawing, but the paper he's using is trash and i tell him so

he says something about how it will still sharpen his skills and i said he needs watercolor paper if he's going to mix it with watercolor

is my story interesting?

i'm interested in telling a good story

R: I'm more interested in your friend's names

J: thevrtistisjvmvicvn said he wants to be a curator, but hasn't curated any shows yet

i tell him do that shit

lmao

R: Thevrtistisjvmvicvn, Yanah, Monique and Juice

I actually fucking love Juice

Now i know there are places I can't say that out loud

J: i ask my father if he can pick me up because Paige nah forward

he replies hmm

lmao have you seen the film?

my phone is dying and i have no credit because the tuck shop only selling $500 credit today

*back to the story*

i'm telling you this from my laptop

R: What parent says "hmmm"? was this a text?

J: yes

i knowwww

can't even K me

wtf

my shoes too big for me, so i stand on them instead of wearing them for a bit

Juice is playing music on his phone and one of the songs is from frank ocean's second project that he released the same time as blonde

my mind is blown

R: That must be some song

J: Yanah returns from the tuck shop with water still disappointed that there is no health food available

more mindblowing that he released two projects at once

i tell theartistisja that i like doing projects with many layers of meaning and process

i talk about my ananse storybook thesis and how i want everyone to know ananse is a deity and amina blackwood meeks taught me that

i say something like "yea, she's rad"

i talk about how the first time i met easton lee, i believed someone when they joked that he was 100 years old

and hoped that he didnt remember when i asked him if it was true

im dying laughing rn

my cousin invites me to sit and do work together at starbucks later

my father sends me a message "M is here, please call her through K-dollasign"

R: googled Easton Lee

J: lmao what did you find? he and my grandmother are friends

they're both legendary chinese-jamaicans

R: I can see he's definitely chinese-jamaican

J: yes and so is my grandma lol

R: author, poet

not bad

1931

J: but no doubt their swagger is enwrapped in their proximity to afro-jamaicanness

wow he's 87 this year

or 86?

M is my grandmother

i message K-dollasign

"i heard grandma M is here"

he replies "makes sense"

but intonates that he was not previously informed

i try to decode my father's message and K-dollasigns response

"makes sense"

he must be referring to Shutterbug's wedding

the same one i wasn't sure i was invited to

R: LOL

wow

are you going?

J: wait nuh man

R: lol

J: okay so i reach home, turn on my laptop

charge my phone

i frantically whatsapp my relatives

fb message uncle Macbook to get in touch w grandma

i try to search the internet for clues as to when this wedding will be

my sister says i should just ask Shutterbug if i can come

so i do that

uncle Macbook replies me with a different number to call, i call, get grandma

she says "no, no, no, you can't come to the wedding, the guests have already been counted and there's too many"

my heart sinks

i say, okay, well i can still see you today?

my cousin Carlton who wants to go to starbucks has arrived at my house

R: woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

J: i try to devise a plan with Carlton and grandma and my dad all talking at once to pick grandma up and she says something about not wanting to be stranded and i say we would never let that happen to her

the phone isn't working very well and at some point my father has the phone

i return to my whatsapp messages on the laptop and Shutterbug has replied!

"hey, we were overcapacity a few months ago, but there's some space now. if you can make it on sunday, please come"

i tell grandma what she said

"okay, but how are you getting there? and where are you going to stay?"

i had not thought of this second part

the wedding is in mobay

R: MUFUFUFUFU

on a beach

duh

just sleep on the beach and get dressed in someones room in the morrow

J: i quickly say "aunty Rose's"

and she has already said she's very busy today and the plan to see me nah work out

"see you in mobay then!"

okay bye grandma, i love you!

"i love you too sweetheart"

now i have to whatsapp aunty Rose and see if she will shelter me

and K-dollasign to see if i can drive with him

R: funny at points but not a bad day

J: Carlton still deh yah a try reach liguanea fi get some food

the story did not get resolved yet

lol

it wasnt a bad day just long af

R: wait what

J: let me try summarize

R: Well I mean, between Yanah's Healthy snack Crisis and the Wedding Snafu, I thought the day was sealed with you tryna get aunty Rose

J: I was also supposed to meet Pearl at starbucks for 3pm

when Carlton and i pull up to starbucks, Rose a walk up deh too

synchronicity

R: 'the hell? Starbucks is a spot now?

J: that's the culture of the company

im like baffled as to both my grandmother and father asking me if starbucks is an appropriate place to link and do work together

that's how they've been selling the place for at least the last ten years

i order a tall strawberry and cream frappe w coconut milk and Carlton is very excited to get a pumpkin spice frappe, no latte because he doesn't want to burn his tongue

yesterday Pearl showed me a video she edited featuring this black guy with ginger hair, Souffrant

Souffrant appears before us in starbucks and sits at our table

i'm supposed to edit my own video with Pearl's color correction advice, but i'm still trying to figure out my travel situation

before we went to starbucks, we walked to tastees and my mom replied to my frantic messages about grandma and the wedding with "ur not paying attention to what i tell u"

there's like a whole thing where i'm trying to get my cousin Jazz's number to ask if i can go from kingston to mobay with him because K-dollasign is unavailable.

aunty Rose says of course i can stay with her and of course she has Jazz's number

resolve dat, so mi have a place to stay and a drive

there are several unrelated phone calls that need to be made but mi still nah no credit, so i borrow Souffrant's phone

then the next chapter is me, Carlton, and Pearl trying to walk to sov after i finally finish editing my video.

i take some really dope shots of the sunset

pause for incoming illustration

R: i mean

sure

make hay

all of the birds with 1 stone

J: -picture of sov-

R: this is sov

dark

but its sov

J: it's the golden sunset reflecting off the walls

then we all go to kfc and then i try look for some shoes to wear to the wedding, but then mi nuh even know if it's really a beach ting, but never fear, my likkle sister is here to whatsapp me the link to the wedding info website the couple set up!

it's a garden brunch affair ting

so we think to go to lee's instead of payless and when we reach back in fronta payless di people dem close

so now i will go to the thrift store tmrw to cop a whole new fit from the dress to the shoes.

when i reach home my father is going to the airport and grandma (dad's mom, not the one i was tryna see earlier) asks me to come with them which i would have done anyway.

driving back from the airport, grandma's bajan soca music continues to play in the car, but it seems louder now without dad's voice. i try to talk to grandma about herself. i ask about high school. she says, "do you expect me to remember 50 years ago"

i'm like yes of course

she said

"well

i was head girl"

of course! i say

and she was also in charge of sports such as running

the drive back home is very slow because grandma cant really see in the dark

when we finally reach home and i lay inna mi bed, mi wonda why mi so tiyad

and now i know why

thanks for tuning in, this has been an appreciation for the life we live, by Jeana like jeans pants

totes forgot the best part where K-dollasign pulled up on Carlton and me in traffic when we walked back to the plaza to get to the car

then another man pulled up on us and Carlton cuss me jokingly bout how i know everyone and we probably see someone else weh mi know

#fabulous

R: like bloodcleet jeans pants

yea, cause clearly you're a superstar

beer people, links and visits

#diaryiguess #todayfeltliketwodays #kingstonchronicle

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