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spacebarbarianweird · 4 months

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Hi can you write a HC with Astarion and Blood Hunter Tav/Durge? I love your HC and look forward to it every time I read a new one

Blood Hunters are the monster to fight monsters. They use the profane blood magic to fight the most unspeakable creatures of the dark. Basically, the chance to play the edgiest character possible to freak out other D&D players.

Far from the judging eyes of society, blood hunters have mastered the secretive techniques of hemocraft, finding blood magic’s esoteric nature effective against evils that resist divine rebuke or arcane bindings. Through careful study and practice, blood hunters hone the rites of hemocraft into unique combat techniques, forfeiting a portion of their own health to call blood curses down upon their enemies or summon the elements to aid their strikes. Willing to suffer whatever it takes to achieve victory, these adept warriors have forged themselves into a potent force dedicated to protecting the innocent.

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Blood Hunter isn't an official D&D class and was created by Matt Mercer for Critical Role

TW: very angsty

Astarion x Blood Hunter!Tav

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It's not like you aren't fond of the undead.

You hate them.

Ghosts, monsters, demons, name it yourself.

You are edgy as fuck and people usually assume you need psychological intervention because you cut your wrists to perform the rites.

You love being in pain and inflicting pain on others.

Many years ago you were sold to your Brothers and put through the Hunter's Bane.

Few survive the ritual, but you were one of them.

It changed you forever - your facial features, your eyes, your hair color, your body.

You don't admit it but you still mourn the life you could have lived if only your own parents hadn't given you to the brotherhood.

You draw your own blood to create curses. You cut your hands to create a Blood Dagger and kill your enemies with it.

To be able to use your cursed magic, you have to drink the most disgusting potions that ever existed.

And you hate monsters.

Period.

And let's say you aren't really fond of someone drinking your blood.

Besides, vampires are monsters, and everyone knows what to do with them.

But you are a practical person. You better have a vampire of your own.

Together you form a deadly couple. Your blood gives Astarion unique abilities.

But with time your alliance becomes something else.

You see him as a victim. A monster against his will.

There is a thought in your mind but you don't give it too much attention.

You ask Astarion to kill the spawns and let the siblings live.

You are the Blood Hunter. You know too well what it means to release 7000 deranged souls into the wild.

And you warn the siblings to keep a low profile. Or you will come after them.

Cruel? Yes. But who said Blood Hunters are good people?

You definitely aren't good.

Post-game, you know you have to return home. There are too many monsters to fight.

But there is one more thing you need to take care of.

Blood is always the answer. Blood is what makes this world exist.

You can ressurect Astarion. You can make him mortal.

You find the way but there is a price.

If Astarion becomes mortal, he has to join the brotherhood.

It means getting through the Hunter's Bane, which can kill him.

And which will change his appearance - not anything awful but he will look a bit different.

It's not a price you would like him to pay but it's up for Astarion to decide.

He refuses.

"I don't want to become anything else" He says.

You try to persuade him. You beg him. You use all the arguments.

Including the most painful one - if he refuses, you won't stay together.

But you know he won't change his mind.

Astarion cherishes his freedom. He won't lose it again. And he doesn't want to be in debt.

Maybe it's you who should forsake the hemocrafting? And abandon the Brotherhood?

And change your views on the world.

No, it won't work. You are too different.

Astarion leaves once the sun sets.

Now you have one more thing to mourn.

The love you could have got.

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tiredlilguy · 9 months

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The Flags Origin's HC's

because I think about them a lot. there's probably some things that don't make sense here, or rather "out there" takes, but since the Flags are all squished into 70 pages let me have this... also it's hc's, so all in good fun ^^ (chew on this while i continue working on requests in the mean time), also sorry this is kinda angsty

also if you want to see my other hc's then look here

Pianoman (my beloved):

came from a family who was already Mafia, his parents and the generation before them and so on so forth, were Mafia

wore a family ring that the oldest child wears as a symbol of his families dedication to the Mafia

sort of think of it like a generation by generation kind of deal: the oldest has to take up the "family business"

his family had different specialties in what they did, Pianoman specifically became an artisan in crafting supernotes, but his family all had their own different talents

because of his success of almost becoming a mafia executive, his parents chose to retire peacefully and take care of all of his younger siblings

his parents can retire peacefully out of respect with no harm because their legacy is so well-respected

he's the oldest in his family, since birth had to deal with the pressures of "being the oldest", which made him a perfectionist in his own craft

100% Japanese, mainly because the family just deals with generational upbringing; though if he married someone of a different ethnicity that was in the Port Mafia, then that wouldn't be a problem so long as his spouse is PM

when he died, the second oldest took his place, but not for a while because his family heavily grieved his death (but because of their legacy, still tried to make up for their loss)

Lippman:

was a child actor, spent a lot of time away from his family to do films/work on sets/etc.

his affiliation with the Mafia didn't happen until way later in his acting career

had a back alley deal with a man that involved blackmail in order for his cooperation - was saught out because he was so good with words (the Mafia found out he wrote a few of the screenplays himself)

could not hold a gun up until after his first year of being with the Mafia, was Pianoman's partner until The Flags were formed

half European, has an older sister; when his family found out he was Mafia, they sort of distanced themselves from him

often treats Chuuya like his own brother sometimes because of his situation with his family

when he died, his family didn't bother to attend the funeral; but one day upon visiting Japan, his older sister visited his grave and left a note

the clean up after his death was a mess... the Port Mafia was accused of killing him and Chuuya had to witness crowds of people false-blaming him for his own friends death

Iceman:

Italian, grew up in a Mafia family in Italy (his father was the don), but was considered the weakest link

still though, his family cared for him very deeply, and despite being Mafia, he always tried to do the right thing (didn't kill until he was with the PM)

at a younger age, he was more of an observer; would witness how his family/the people that worked for his family worked technique wise

his family actually didn't want him to be a mafioso, and was glad to know that he didn't have any particular interest in it either (they wanted him to live a normal life as a citizen)

one night, his home was bombed and his family, friends, coworkers all died in the explosion; he was the only survivor

was being hunted down because he was the only survivor, snuck into Yokohama and made a deal with a man to join the Port Mafia

(this is already in my previous hc's but) after the explosion, his ears were permanently damaged and he's slowly growing deaf: was teaching the flags sign language

he was really happy with The Flags, and at that point when they were fully established, he knew that if he was going to die, it'd be around them

Albatross:

Blasian; grew up in an average family, but he himself got interested in mechanics at a young age

his family didn't approve of his interests, saying that it was rather dangerous, but his father always indulged him

dad is a retired air-pilot and used to teach Alb a lot of what he now knows

in high school, had a job as a mechanic, but told his parents he worked in a library (they did not believe him, but they also didn't bother to check either); he also had pretty bad grades

the mechanic he was working for happened to be with the PM and offered Alb a job as his apprentice for a much higher pay

his mentor was getting quite old and wanted to retire, offered the job to Alb because he saw the potential that Alb had and wanted him to succeed

his mentor was sadly assassinated during a job, and so Alb became the Mafia's wheelman

Alb covered all of this up by confessing that he was a mechanic (but didn't tell them he was with the Mafia) and then got promoted to working for the government

when he died, his parents had to sort of bit by bit discover everything that was going on behind their backs (but they couldn't be mad)

Doc:

grew up in an orphanage and is completely unaware of his own family origins, but he's Japanese

was the orphanage nurses assistant and would often observe how injuries worked; eventually started taking care of his peers injuries himself

did quite well in the schooling that the orphanage taught, and they offered for him to take a test to go to med school (he succeeded)

had his normal doctor school in Japan at age 18, then after that was offered a full scholarship in North America to get his doctorate (we already know he graduated top of his class)

is not actually interested in God and if anything, wants to spite him: that stared his need to save people, but somehow ended up killing a few on the way (though not being caught)

when he came back to Japan to go find a job, he got a deal with the Mafia and took it because he thought "well, there's a lot of death in the criminal underground... so, yeah"

when he died, Chuuya didn't think anyone would come to visit, but upon visiting their graves the next day: he found piles of bouquets of flowers from the orphanage and his fellow classmates from the US

#enjoy the partial angst :(#bsd the flags #bsd hcs #bsd heacanons #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs heacanons #pianoman bsd #lippman bsd #albatross bsd #doc bsd #iceman bsd #the flags bsd #bsd stormbringer #stormbringer #mono writes

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butch-chastity · 1 year

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as The cass enjoyer and dick enjoyer i need your ideal cass & dick dynamic pls 🤲

dick & cass's dynamic is really interesting because, up until the evil cass arc, their canon material together tends to be really good! (even if there's not a lot of it)

cause, like, in the beginning, dick puts up his usual front. he's all about appearing responsible and collected in front of the new, "less experienced" hero:

Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #120 / Batman: Family #7

but drops that role the moment he spends a few minutes alone with her.

dick realizes very quickly that a) cass can see through any facade dick tries to play in to, and that b) cass doesn't need him to be someone older & wiser than her.

batgirl #29

compared to dick's other siblings, like damian and tim, cass feels like dick's contemporary, not someone he's mentoring or trying to guide.

they're on equal ground. and, they both know that they can take care of themselves.

this leads them to be pretty silly (for bats) around one another:

Detective Comics #782

gotham knights #45

Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #184

because, while i'm not going to outright say that dick is completely himself around her (as in, he lets himself be emotional vulnerable), dick is at least aware that he can't pretend around her, and probably feels at least a little kinship with her.

I mean, they're pretty similar. They enable each other's guilt complexes, neither one of them is comfortable spending a lot of time in one place, and they wouldn't know what a healthy amount of devotion looked like if it smacked them upside the head.

^ that's not even unpacking their similar forms of trauma, which is just. woof. y'know?

cass's insecurities are similar to dick's, in that they're both desperately afraid of slipping up and hurting every one, but also her insecurities aren't similar to his at all because they formed under completely different circumstances and choose to act on those fears in different ways.

i think a lot of what i'm trying to say could be summed up by my own tags on a post:

as well as @/heroesriseandfall's tags on the same post:

also, as cool as dick & cass's canon material is, there isn't a lot of it and the evil cass character assassination ruined EVERYTHING!!!

i want cass and dick in blud together!!!!!! we were so close to having it all!!!! i want it sooooo bad and its so fucked that dc editorial decided to pull BULLSHIT and drag cass through the mud for ??? reasons.

so, tl;dr my ideal dick & cass dynamic is pretty complicated, but looks a little like this:

they trust each other a lot. and they're a little goofy together, because they're on equal ground, and both know they're really damn good at their jobs. the majority of their relationship is quiet, based around mutual understanding and an unspoken desire to fill in the gaps left behind by trauma.

and if i had it my way: they would both live in blud (for at least part of the year) and get shitty midnight coffee together, on the really bad nights.

my absolute favorite interaction they have is in NW vol. 2, even if it happens because dick is busy being a cop:

because, yeah. "what do you need me to do?" that's it.

also, much as i love being recognized as a dick and cass enjoyer, i think the person who's actually thee d&c enjoyer is @heroesriseandfall, who posts about them semi frequently and is actually smart enough to keep a dedicated tag, which i pillaged for screenshots for this post.

thank you, bestie. :>

#mutual ace #i don't think i have a tag for you so that will just have to be it #also full disclosure dick's weird fuckin uhhhhh wet mullet looking thing from batgirl is my favorite of all of his hair. sopping wet kitty.#dc #detective comics #cassandra cain #dick grayson #nightwing #batgirl #uhhhh #batman #sorry writing this took a long time so i want at least a few notes #talking tag #asks

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tctteredwings · 8 months

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if you’re hearing I AM WHAT I AM by GLORIA GAYNOR playing, you have to know LUCIAN CARTY (THEY/THEM; GENDERFLUID) is near by! the THIRTY-THREE year old HOMELESS SHELTER LEADER/BARTENDER AT HELL & HIGH WATER has been in denver for, like, ALL THEIR LIFE ON AND OFF. they’re known to be quite CARELESS, but being PASSIONATE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble CODY FERN. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those PLACARDS FIGHTS FOR INJUSTICE, AN EVER CHANGING WARDROBE, MESSY BEDHEAD vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the RINO DISTRICT long enough!

tw: drug abuse, abortion mention, violence, drug overdose

ABOUT.

Name: Lucian Carty. Age: Thirty-two. DoB: April 23rd 1990. Occupation: Homeless ShelterLeader/Bartender at Hell & High Water. Sexual/romantic orientation: Pansexual/grey-romantic. Birthplace: Denver, CO, USA. Current Location: Denver, CO, USA.

They’re a native to Denver and grew up in Lakeridge.

Product of a one night stand who was treated like crap by their mother from birth. She didn’t want them, had planned to get rid of them and made that clear each and every day. The police were constantly getting called to their place because of the continual screaming and shouting.

At seven they found their mum’s drug stash which suddenly explained why they had no money even though she was working all the time. It explained a lot.

Shortly after that they were joined by a younger sister, who their mum seemed to want this time.

Threw themselves into school. They were a bit of a brainiac. Maths club, debate, constant tutoring of other students, anything to keep them away from home.

By the time high school had come to an end they’d found a passion for activism and spent all their time in the middle of the city involved in protests. Constantly spent their time clashing with the police, chaining themselves to buildings and locked away for the night after peaceful protests ended up violent.

At around twenty-one they came out as genderfluid. They’d never fit in any kind of box anyway. Started going by both they/them, something that has stuck ever since.

They spent the rest of their time working in bars, coffee shops, restaurants (whatever brought the money in) and a local homeless shelter.

Attempted a relationship for the first time. Failed. It lasted a couple of years but ended when they let them get dragged off by the police without helping at all. They are a bit of a hopeless romantic deep down, but have never really felt they deserve love because of how they were treated by their mother when growing up.

Spent the next couple of years flitting back and forth between Denver, Los Angeles and new York constantly, unable to settle.

Moved back to Denver permanently around five years ago after receiving a phone call from their younger sibling, who told them their mother had overdosed. Despite everything they still came running to take care of them both.

Picked up a job at a bar again pretty quickly, needing money to support themselves and their mother and sister, something they never thought they’d be doing. They live in an apartment away from them though, choosing to settle in Rino, there was no way they were living in the same house as their mother ever again.

They’ve fallen back into working at the shelter since arriving back home, working their way to leader. It's something they've always been very passionate about and dedicate most of their time to both that and charity work within the LGBTQIA+ community. Working at the bar just tops up their income so they have enough to survive.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

Maternal Half-sister (0/1): Of at least half European descent. 7/8 years younger. Anya Taylor-Joy’s the dream.

Childhood best friend (0/1): This person was like Lucian’s family when they were growing up. That’s never changed.

Childhood friends (0/?): Anyone they knew growing up in Lakeridge.

Sister from another mister/brother from another mother (0/1): They’ve never been close to their actual siblings (or don’t know them at all) so this is someone they’ve formed a sibling-like bond with over the years.

Close friends (0/?): Friends they’ve grown close to since settling Rino.

Getting to know you (0/?): They’ve only recently got to know one another, but they’re working on it.

The best kind of people (0/?): They’ve met on numerous charity/good will projects over the years and just made a bond.

Ex-partners (0/2): There have only been a couple, Lucian doesn’t have the best luck with lasting relationships.

You’re kind of special (0/1): Someone they’ve found themselves growing closer to recently, although it might all be one-sided, they’re not sure yet.

One night stands (0/?): There aren’t too many of them, but every so often they’ll spend a night with someone.

Friends with benefits (0/2): Same as the one night stands, though these two keep coming back to one another.

Roommate (0/1): They are by no means rich, so having a roomie helps with rent.

People from work (0/?): People they know through their work at the bar or others who may work with the homeless from time to time.

Not quite the best of friends (0/?): They just really don’t get along… at all. They could have clashed during a protest or something in the city at some point.

#✧ lucian ( about )#chq;intro

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just-sp-in-inginthevoid · 1 month

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Looking back at my 2021 tok rev Tumblr post i was damn right my gut feeling about shinichiro sano being more deeper than just Takemichi Hanagaki spiritual successor. I love Wakui when he add that shin twist. God even back then i was always read dark shin fic i was FEEL right about this guy doing this stuff if he is push to far and I was dang right. Oh god. He need to a reason to continue and Manjiro is his reason. Take that reason away and he will be next villain of the world. Plus with how much responsibility he have to endure in short time and losing her mom and Manjiro in original timeline in short span of course he lose it. Plus there is a factor of grandpa sano being the kind of Japanese guy who doesn't seem to interested in talking with his grandson mental health. And a passive way he let Shin taking part in delinquency too factor in. I guess also because we don't see any Sano relatives who can support the Sano siblings if the Grandfather die. God. The amount of pressure on Shinichiro is tremendous. He is the one line of safety after his grandpa death and god this seek blood family even though he love Emma and Izana. His dedication to Manjiro is everything. Everything.

Also, your post in black dragons real life counterparts open my eyes. It is intentional. And the Shin we want to see is the same depressive fate Mikey have in canon. I love this guy but I want to see him break in further way. Mentally torture him with after his death how his fate originally for him pass to dear brother. Oh god, imagine this some twisted deity playing with his head and letting him know everything. Because i know damn sure takemichi and Mikey didn't tell the truth to Shin.

I WANT THIS MAN TO BREAK PART EVEN MORE

Suffer for my curiosity. I love him so much. He is in his comfort era too much right now it is hurt /no comfort era

Anon. Anon. Anon. I'm giving you the biggest platonic metaphorical forehead kiss rn. I. We share the same mind anon. You have no idea about the energy boost you gave me with that ask /srs

Honestly, reaching the Original Timeline, I wonder how many ppl still see Takemichi and Shinichiro are Basically the Same because they aren't. At least, we never saw Takemichi fall as deep as Shinichiro did. Plus, there's the fact one of Shinichiro's most important trait is being a (parentified) big brother and Takemichi is an only child.

He loves Emma and Izana, of course he does, but Mikey was there before Shinichiro lost his parents and had had to say goodbye to his normal life. Emma and Izana came afterward. There's only Takeomi and Mikey left from his (I assume peaceful) childhood.

Sometimes I think about how Shinichiro only left BD for Mikey to take over when he'll be old enough, and that it weirdly seems to coincide with the year their mom died and really, Shinichiro can go back to civilian life and being a shop owner, but without Mikey he wouldn't have. There's about half a year between their mom's passing and Mikey's accident and like... I think that, BD was such an emotional support for him during his teen years that he would've handle those four years better if they had remained together. If he had decided to fully go back to it (or to never leave) - and not just do shady things by himself - he'd have lived a more stable life - they'd have helped him sm - although Mikey would've still died (and Shinichiro would've probably met the same end since he can't accept loosing his younger brother).

I'm pretty sure Wakasa did (and other former members must have too) but Shinichiro really seems to have decided to take care of Mikey alone - like he has always done. I wonder how his and Takeomi's life were before it collapsed and they were left to figure out what to do by themselves.

Like you, I want to break him. I really want to observe how he act when he's fully broken; the manga didn't give us enough. He decided to name his gang like that when Mikey was still okay, that's a good clue to know he was already messed up from the start.

I have way too many fics to write and none near finished, but yeah, everyone (progressively, confusingly) remembering about their other lives in the final timeline is really, really tempting to write. They all (rightfully) freak out and Takemichi and Mikey really, really don't want them to remember but they have no power over it.

I just want to crush him under a comically huge cartoon hammer and turn him into a crêpe. He looks good covered in blood, and I need it to be both his and other ppl's blood. Let him go berserk dammit.

Rn the only WIP I have featuring a 'messed-up' Shinichiro has this synopsis/summary:

"In which Wakasa retraced his steps to where he left Shinichiro with the homeless man. They take over the world. Shinichiro takes it with him in his fall.

He dies and wakes up the year Mikey was born.

(The curse lingers on him and he won't be able to run away from it for long.)"

It's going to be such a longfic I have no idea how I'm going to manage it... but the prologue is at least there lol Let me know if you're interested

#i answered later than i wanted to but its bc i decided to use the energy boost i obtained to do stuffs i really have to do - it was #frustrating to delay my answer tho #Shinichiro is my lil stress toy - i squish him everytime i wanna feel better #answering asks #heliotropes #black dragon founders #shinichiro sano #thank you again for that ask anon #truly needed it #✨

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myfanfic-urfantrash · 2 years

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Family

Summary: This would simply be another part of life for him to look forward to experiencing first hand in his new life as a mortal.

Zhongli x GN!Reader

Long so under cut.

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Adepti rarely, with mortals or other adepti, settle down. Often they live their long years alone, surrounded by friends should they seek company.

Morax thought himself the same. That he'd keep living on and on for thousands of years with his fellow adepti and never want more.

But he wants more. He wants to sleep unbound by duty to his people. He wants to wander without question of his holy presence. He wants to live his life free, though if he had said that aloud he knows he'd hear laughter on the breeze.

So he retires his dragon form and wanders amoung his people as now one of 'his' people. The thought makes him laugh and although living life as a mortal now has it's hardships he cannot simply brush away, he's happier.

He finds joy in listening to his- the people of Liyue up close, hearing of their struggles and helping his new kin.

Though as the years go by and he does not age, the people still accept him as an adeptis- or perhaps half adeptis depending on who you ask.

After all who else would you trust with adeptal matters than one of their own kind? So they don't question it alongside why he knows so much about Morax and Liyue's history in general.

And Zhongli is content. A little frustrated he could not pull off being mortal entirely, but content.

Until he isn't.

He finds himself drawn to the idea of love and pursues a relationship with someone who cares for him regardless of his past identity. They hold a place in his heart he knows that will remain even when they pass before him.

Zhongli thinks the moon and stars of them and cherishes every moment. The way their laughter rings pleasantly through his ears. How they hold themselves confident in clothes they find comfort in. How warm they are against him when they hold each other close before parting for work.

And Zhongli is content again. Satisfied with being by their side until their inevitable end. Joyful even at the possibility of watching them grow old even when he himself will not, not for hundreds of years. Yes, Zhongli is content.

Until he isn't.

Many gurgling babies and toddling children in the arms of exhausted but smiling adults and cheery elderly. The next generation that'll one day take over the course of the country they'll grow up in should they stay.

As he watches them play and chase one another, his mind begins to wander. Was 'he' like this when he was young? He doesn't remember. He's a dragon-was a dragon and dragons rarely stayed past hatchling's adolescence.

Did he have siblings? Did his family love him? He doesn't know but his mind cannot let the thought go. Because now he knows what he wants now more than his retirement, more than anything:

A family to call his own.

The adepti will always be his family, though strained due to many seeing him as their superior even if he has long left the role. But he wants his own so much he dreams of it.

A life with them by his side.

He wants a home near the city, not too large but not too small.

A study with tall bookcases for all of their books and collection of precious treasures. He'll have few dedicated shelves filled with items crafted by their children.

On his desk he'll have a few pictures of his spouse and their children, with wide smiles and loose teeth, to look at when he has to bring his work home.

In the garden he'll have his darling's favorite flowers alongside silk flowers, and if he's able, glaze lillies and a large cuihua tree they planted themselves.

On the days he has off he'll watch his children play seated beside his love on a bench, worn out from chasing them in their little game.

He'll split household duties with them to ease the burden. Though his mind pauses.

Who would stay at home and care for their young?

Would it be his love? Himself? Perhaps they'll both work? The details don't matter as much but he finds he likes the idea of staying home with them to care for their young.

Perhaps he will still work, his contract with the funeral parlor is quite good and flexible. He could work half of the week so he can be at home with them as much as possible.

He knows he has little experience caring for children, the closest he had to raising a child would be Ganyu, though he took little part in raising her at all. But he had little worries about this fact.

This would simply be another part of life for him to look forward to experiencing first hand in his new life as a mortal. Regardless of if they made children themselves using adeptal arts or adopted, he'll find he'll love and care for them all the same.

But there was no need to rush things, they had all the time in the world.

He looks down at the ring on his finger with a fond smile.

Yes, they had all the time in the world.

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Edited: June 24th 2022

#zhongli x reader #genshin impact x reader #gender neutral reader #zhongli being thinking about family is wholesome my heart #ending feels eh but I hope it good I lack so much sleep summer sucks it's too hot #also this feels like my longest post

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swampstew · 1 year

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Welcome to Raven's Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Join us by the firepit and sink into a beanbag as we begin tonight's story. There's a table full of snacks and drinks at your disposal. If you'd like to read independently, you can find a link to the full chapter at the end of the post.

Andrea was bored and minding her business trying to sell cookies for bills when Eustass 'Captain' Kid buys her entire cart. Little did Kid and the crew know, that that one interaction would suck them into Andrea's life for a week while they waited for their log pose to reset. And she led an interesting life, alongside her best friend Candy. Two ladies who catch the Captain's and First Mate's attention since they have time to kill anyways.

It's both the longest and shortest week of their lives and it can only end in one way - with the women being left behind to save them from a brutal pirates life. A decision they flounder on and abandon as their affections over the silly dames grow. They make the two pirates feel like normal people - not as subordinates and not as citizens in fear of them trying to appease them - two women who found themselves as interested and enamored in the pirates as the pirates found them. Kid and Killer are strong as fuck and their crew is feared and notorious. What's the worst that could happen?

Andrea pulled her wooden cart behind her as she went out to the town center market, preparing for a long day ahead of her. Unable to sleep, she had spent the previous evening baking over 200 cookies for the market, full well knowing that she also had to cover the bar her family owned and help take care of her siblings, as once again her parents had to work graveyard shifts. Her constant stress and anxiety kept her up, and sometimes simple joys like baking helped calm her mind from the constant back and forth she experienced between being the family caregiver and trying to live an independent life as a young woman.

She was thankful her best friend and roommate Candy was always willing and able to be a barmaid, but she felt bad for constantly asking her - especially since her stubborn brother refused to officially hire anyone else. Andrea promised herself she would buy her friend something nice with her cookie earnings - after she helped her parents cover some of their bills and her own rent. She rolled her eyes and found her booth, setting out her display and a plate of samples.

The family bar was originally owned by her grandfather who then willed it on to her own father after his death; her father then passed it on to his elder children as he worked as an engineer for their island and was responsible for keeping the power running for the entire island - truly a thankless job. Her mother, bless her, worked her ass off as a dedicated medic at all hours of the day with a chaotic schedule. She loved all her siblings but being the second eldest child, and the eldest daughter, a lot of the childcare and housework fell on her shoulders - and now she had to add running the bar as well. So much for trying to branch out and do her own thing as an Independent Adult.

Since she and her elder brother Alejandro became the new owners, they completely rebranded the outdated tavern and made it a little more modern and added their own flavor to it. The bar was doing ok, not amazing but not bleeding them dry. To make ends meet, Andrea had begun baking and selling goods at the market for extra cash flow. After an hour she sat down on her chair and sighed, she supposed she could always try selling them at the bar that evening, unless her bratty younger siblings ate all the leftover cookies first. She stretched her long-tanned legs, her romper hitched higher up her thighs and she let out a yawn, bored out of her mind.

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An intimidating ship began bearing down on the large island. Two large men stood at the helm, eying the land mass through their eye scopes. "What do we know about it?" Asked the large red-haired man. Eustass 'Captain' Kid turned to his first mate Killer, impatiently waiting for an answer.

"Not much, it's inhabited island and a popular trading port, but other than that don't know. I believe it's called the West Peninsula. Do you want to pillage it?" Killer asked, keeping his reservation to himself.

Kid mused it over for a moment. "Maybe. How long do we need to dock for the log pose to reset?"

"About a week, give or take a few days."

"Let's check it out first. If we have to stay that long, no point in annihilating them immediately."

The two stood in companionable silence as they continued to sail. The Supernovas had entered the New World through Fishman Island only a few weeks ago and this was the first inhabited island they had come across. Both men were impressive in their own rights. Killer was a tall, jacked man with long, blonde hair that went past his backside. His face was adorned with a blue and white striped mask that always shielded his face. On his hands we're gauntlets that contained detachable scythe blades - his favorite weapon of choice.

Eustass Kid was every bit as impressive as his high bounty count. Standing at a solid 6"9 feet, he was pure muscle with a head of flaming red hair held up by his steampunk goggles. His golden amber eyes shone brightly as he watched the island become larger as his ship sailed closer to the dock. He was ready to get on some solid land and restock on booze, maybe have some fun causing mayhem - no gotta temper that, the mayhem would come before they left, that was for damn sure. He scowled, if he had to be there for a fucking week there better be shit worth doing.

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It was mid-afternoon and Andrea had sold maybe 30 cookies and she was getting tired of waiting on sales. She mused that she could just go and maybe get a nap in before the bar would open. Her elder brother was at the family's combined shop/bar/home and would therefore be responsible for the younger siblings when they got home from their school - all six of them. She smirked; a nap sounded divine. She began to box up the remaining cookies into her cart, leaving the sample platter out and a plate of 20 more cookies in case anyone else was interested in buying while she packed. Damn waste of flour and sugar, she though bitterly. Andrea was bent over, depositing the cookies when she felt like she was being watched. She swallowed before looking to the side.

A group of hulking men and women dressed in androgynous and bold clothes had stopped next to her booth, apparently taking in their surroundings. The man staring at her had glowing amber eyes, and his stare was intense; he was vaguely familiar but she was certain she'd never met him before. His slightly smeared eyeliner and blood red painted lips made him look intimidating, but it also worked for him. He was too...good looking to have forgotten if she had met him before. She swallowed again and stiffly straightened up. Giving her best smile, she pushed her soft pink hair behind her ear. "Hi, I'm Andrea! Interested in any Alfajores?"

"Alfa-what now?" He cocked an eyebrow at her, crossing his arms.

"They're cookies with a delicious caramel center. I have free samples here if you'd like to try before committing," she uncovered the sample platter.

The offer of free cookies caught the rest of the crew's attention and they all snatched a mini cookie from the platter. They all chewed and looked at each other before looking to the red-head, whose stoic face betrayed no emotion. After a moment he spoke. "Killer, thoughts?"

Andrea cocked her head at the name, her face didn't betray emotion either. A masked, blonde man stepped from behind the red-head, and she saw the powdered sugar of her cookies on his blue shirt. "We're committing. How many do you have left?"

The pink haired woman gave them a huge smile, "About 170, I got overzealous with baking last night."

"We'll take them all," the red-head decided, taking several of the normal sized cookies and shoving them in his mouth.

"Awesome! Was about to call it quits for the day but this makes the lack of sleep worth it. 400 belli please."

"400?"

"Yep!"

"That's pretty high for some average cookies," the rude red-head smirked.

Andrea looked at him for a moment, considering her answer. She settled on shrugging, "it's a proprietary, family recipe. I know what my work is worth and I sure as shit know they're better than average. If you don't want them that much, I know a ton of kids that will enjoy them, for charity."

Killer and the crew tensed for a moment, head whipping between the two. Their Captain stared at the woman for a second before barking out a laugh. "Stand down lady. Killer pay her." He shoved the last of the cookies on the platter in his mouth. Killer stepped forward and paid her and she brought out her cart and handed it off to the masked man who let out a surprise grunt at the handoff. Andrea shoved the money in her pocket and clasped her hands.

"Thanks! I would have hated to sacrifice all those to my siblings," she let out an airy laugh and Kid looked at her a bit dumbfounded.

"You played me?"

"No, those brats would have absolutely eaten them all the second my back was turned if I brought them home."

"And the price?" Killer was tense again, standing by Kid. "Don't you need this?" he raised the cart with one hand.

"I charged y'all a flat rate: the belli per cookie price is much higher than the bulk rate I gave ya. I saved you about 110 belli. And no, that's not mine, I stole it." She grinned.

Kid blinked at her then gave out another round of bark laugher. He was so used to people cowering in fear of him and basically giving shit away for free in order to rid themselves of his intimidating crew. He liked this girl's spunkiness, that she didn't just whimper in cowardice and actually charged him, Captain Fucking Kid a flat rate. "Oi, what'd you say your name is?"

"Andrea."

"I'm Kid, this is Killer, this is my crew. Any bars around here?"

Her eyes widened for a moment before her expression turned thoughtful and she tilted her head to the sky; the corner of Kid's mouth curled upward - did she know who he was? The thought made the pride in his chest swell. "There are a few choices around but they don't open til 6. I know one where they may open early if there are customers - the owners are pretty dope."

Kid and Killer looked at each other and nodded at the same time. "Take us."

She raised her eyebrows at them before humming. "Ok, follow me. Try not to get lost." And before they could retort she walked off ahead of them. The pirates followed the pink haired lady as she took them down a few streets, occasionally waving and greeting at some residents who were all mostly staring at the men behind her. "What am I, chopped liver?" She muttered to herself. Kid snorted at that. Finally, they made it to the front of a nondescript bar with a small sign that read "The Bar." They absolutely would have overlooked it if they didn't have a guide.

"So how do we get them to open up early?" Killer asked.

"Could try asking them I suppose," Andrea had a twinkle in her eye.

"Doesn't look like anyone's here. Is this another bluff?" Kid glared at her.

She shook her head, "gimme a second, christ." Andrea turned around and to their surprise, she pulled a key ring from her pocket and inserted it into the lock, opening the front doors. She beckoned them in without looking back and they followed her inside. It was a bit dim, but the inside was more decorative than the plain outside. The walls were painted navy blue and there were giant neon-colored murals of underwater monsters on the wall. The booths were made of red leather and the flooring was deep red cherry oak. The few single stand tabletops looked like ship wheels, complete with red leather swivel stools. The bar was lined top to bottom with various liquors and there was a bar tap as well. The bar table was made of cherry oak wood as well. Above the wall and partially hanging from the ceiling was a giant fish skeletal body.

The pirates took it in as Andrea went behind the bar, picking up a transponder snail. Before Kid or Killer could react, she spoke into it. "Candy, calling you in earlier than planned. Customers are already inside."

"What?! Would it kill you to give me more than a minute's notice as courtesy?" A voice shrieked.

"Probably. But you're the best and I love you so see you soon." She hung up the call and immediately made another call.

"Yo, I opened the bar early. Can you deal with the rugrats?"

A masculine voice sighed on the receiver, "why do you always call instead of opening the fucking door Drea?"

Andrea huffed and hung up before walking to the wall and banging loudly on it, screaming out "BIG BRO I OPENED THE BAR. DEAL WITH THE LITTLE ONES OKAY?!" The pirates were taking their seats as they heard the sound of metal clanging and loud cursing. Kid and Killer sat at the bar with their brows raised at her. "Thirsty?" She filled their tankards with their requested rum and she handed Killer a straw as the doors leading to a hallway burst open, and a tall man with grease on his arms and face came through, sporting a nasty bump on his face. He looked exactly like Andrea only taller, as tall as Killer.

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chompsloudly · 10 months

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An au I'm working on. It's basically underverse but everyone isn't sans. The current characters I have are ink-flowey and error-muffet. Aside from the dreamtale twins of course. I need help reworking some of the backstories to fit why they're in their roles, so any help would be appreciated. Also I need naming help as the current name for this is undertaleverse and that's not a good name.

[Past NM chara]

Flowers instead of apples.

Garden of Feelings instead of Tree of Feelings

Told Asriel about what was happening.

More resilient than their sans version

Don't take shit

Cares deeply for Asriel

Reads and knits.

Takes job seriously.

Brave

Passive unless provoked.

Loyal till they die

[Present NM chara]

Still cares for Asriel somewhat, despite what happened.

Gang consists of dustbelief papurus, cannibal grillby, and killer sans until I find a replacement

"It's not goop, it's nectar!"

Easier to anger than og nightmare

Red-yellow instead of teal

Despite being in a different multiverse, nightmare is still dadmare

"Why am I like this? Because it's fun!"

Lost mind to the negativity goop.

Partially deranged

Cares about their kids

Genderless, they/them

Taunts azzy in battle, saying that he can join them

Love-hate opinion of azzy

[Past dream asriel]

Kind

Loves Chara

Loves helping people

Found out what was happening

Tried to stop the bulliyng

*It's all your fault*

Positivity flowers

Liked gardening, specifically trimming hedges

Likes designing and building

Turned the flowers of feeling from a flower patch into a garden

Loves playing with the village kids and chara

Doesn't take shit

Takes job seriously

[Present dream asriel]

Feels guilty

Is partnered with flowey ink and underscramble mettaton

Weapons are positivity blaster(basically a positivity gun) and star bombs/shurikens (haven't decided yet)

Happi boi

"Nightmare! You don't have to do this!" "...w-what happened to you..."

Hates fighting his sibling, but still does it

Just wants things to go back to normal

Likes to garden

"I-i.... I'm sorry"

Tired

Likes to cook

Likes to cook and clean, finds it great for getting his mind off of stuff

Always has some sort of flower somewhere on his outfit

Soul shaped like flower, type of flower may change but it is typically a rose

-Guide- [catagory] (author note) {potiential idea} <possible scene, might omit> ⟨alternate story route,might use ⟩

[STORY-BASIC]

nim (toriel), was dying, and needed someone to watch over feelings when she died. She scanned the multiverse and saw a pair of siblings whose bond and dedication were unbreakable, a Chara and Asriel. She chose for the Chara to be negativity and the positivity to be Asriel. She then created the new twins and died, turning into a flower patch.

The twins lived, the village was built yadda yadda. One day nightmare decided that the bulliyng was enough and told dream about what was happening. Dream was pissed and basically told the villagers if they couldn't be nice to nightmare then he would leave and stay with the garden, and that he was temporarily leave as punishment for their asshole-ish-ness.

Villagers didn't like that and thought nightmare the 'demon child' had corrupted dream and came up with a plan to rid themselves of nightmare. On the Garden of Feelings festival they attacked nightmare who was in the garden of feelings and the garden itself, intending to get rid of the negativity flowers aswell, dream tried to hold them off with all he could and nightmare did too.

Nightmare ended up accidentally damaging one of the positivity flowers and the rest started to get corrupted too. Nightmare tried desperately to get rid of the corrupted flowers, ripping them away from the ground in an attempt to stop the spread.

Dream saw this and ended up taking some positivity flowers from the ground, about the size of a bouquet (only way I could think of to let him have positivity flowers, edit if better idea is found(better idea found read further to see it)). As nightmare tried to get rid of the corrupted flowers they started to corrupt, pure negativity began leaking from them. Yet they still continued to try to stop the spread.

They tried until they couldn't do anything anymore, {leaving a small patch?} being completely consumed by negativity and couldn't take the pain anymore, then began the agonizing process of turning into the nightmare we all know and love. Dream was watching on, horrified. He tried to help, but it was too late.

Nightmare was driven insane by the corruption and when it was done, used new goop powers to kill everyone in the village. <Dream begged nightmare to stop, that there were other ways. Less extreme> . Nightmare killed on. Dream was terrified and confused, wondering why this was happening, he tried to protect the villagers, to not let them die. He failed. When everyone died, nightmare turned their full attention to dream.

They demanded dream give over the last golden flowers, but dream refused. They fought, although it was mostly just dodging from dreams side. Flowers somehow fused with his soul ig. Finally dream turned to stone and ⟨nightmare left their au since their was no one left⟩. ⟨ nightmare tortured whoever was left, then left their au once everyone was gone⟩

Undertaleverse theme plays

Also this is just a draft and not all of the fine details have been worked out yet, any critique is appreciated

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flameaccord · 2 years

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Below you will find an overview of the old myths of the Legendary Homunculi of Amestris. Whether one chooses to believe in the factual nature of this is up to them, and you will be hard pressed to even find a born and raised citizen of the region that does so. Really, you will have difficulty finding one that’s heard of them at all, or wishes to admit that they have.

Ouroboros, the one responsible for the creation of the rest. Comparisons can and have been drawn to Arceus, “The Original One,” of Sinnohan mythology. Though like much in Amestris, its color palette and the story surrounding it are much darker than has come to be expected.

Type: Normal Special move: Conviction Other names: Father of the Homunculi

Emissa, who is said to know what you seek before even you do yourself. It can offer whatever it is that you want, or show the path to achieving this goal. But it will always come at a terrible price, and you may not be willing to let it enact that toll. Take caution, as well, for if it agrees to help . . . consider what it may be getting out of the deal, for it will never offer a helping hand just from the goodness of its heart.

Type: Dark / Psychic Special move: Ultimate Spear Other names: The embodiment of the sin of Lust* *this presents itself most often in the form of bloodlust, a wicked streak of violence plaguing wherever it wanders. As well as its tendencies to draw out what it is that its victims are looking for, and using that to further its own goals.

Voraci, a being of never-ending hunger. While it may appear docile much of the time, it is easily prone to fits of frenzy, where it will attempt to eat anything (or anyone) that crosses its path. Despite these tendencies, it has been noted to be one of the kindest of the Homunculi, showing little of the disdain that its siblings do for humanity. It considers itself close to the rest of its kind, and has been known to ask them for permission before going on its ravenous rampages. It has even spared lives, in the past, at the very request of its would-be victims. There is never a guarantee, but it is worth the attempt, should you come across it.

Comparisons can and have been drawn to Snorlax, “The Sleeping Pokémon.” It is unknown what the connection is, or if this legend is simply a mistake on the Amestrians part, having been unfamiliar with Snorlax from its lack of appearance in their own region. It has been suggested that Voraci may simply be a variant, but more research is necessary.

Type: Dark / Normal Special move: World Eater Other names: The embodiment of the sin of Gluttony

Instiga, said to have two highly different forms depending on the level of its power. On the left is its weaker, default state, and on the right is when it is completed. The primary motivation of this creature is to cause problems wherever possible and make humans and pokémon alike fight amongst themselves. Wars have broken out by Instiga’s ministrations, and this is something that it has never had regrets about. It lives to take joy in the suffering of others, and will freely continue to sew that discord whenever the opportunity arises.

At its core, it is jealous of the relationships that mortals are known to share with each other, and the inner strength that they possess. The Homunculi do not show each other such care and dedication, they do not tend to display much in the way of emotional connection at all. It is this fact that drives the serpentine beast to enact a more personal vendetta than the rest, hating and mistreating them far more than any of its siblings ever could.

Type: Dark / Bug Special move: Discordant Other names: The embodiment of the sin of Envy

Avarishi, a dragon through and through. It desires nothing more than to accumulate everything that it can, whether that be wealth, allies, and anything else to allow it to live in the lap of luxury. It is the only one of the Homunculi to not wish to associate with their Father, or even the rest of its siblings, and instead strike out on an entirely solitary path. Openly defiant, Avarishi only knows and does what it personally wishes to, though it’s been noted to have a surprisingly caring nature. Anyone that finds themselves as a subordinate or other associate may be surprised to discover that, though it does insist that this is merely because people are possessions as well, and breaking them is breaking what belongs to it.

Type: Dark / Dragon Special move: Ultimate Shield Other names: The embodiment of the sin of Greed

Daisical, the one who lurks far below the surface of this world. It spends its days traversing the terrain, on a mission that even it does not know nor care for the full extent of. It does not have strong feelings one way or the other about humanity, and instead carries on with a simple drive to do what it has been told. Whether these are the orders of its Father, or anyone else that’s managed to claim the mantle of master, Daisical will diligently work until the job is done. It will work and work and work, for the simple promise of rest at the end of the line.

Rumor has it that its duties have indeed come to an end, and now it simply slumbers, enjoying the rest while it still can. Awaiting the day that it is awoken again, and dreading the very possibility.

Type: Dark / Ground Special move: Drums in the Deep Other names: The embodiment of the sin of Sloth

Ultimeye, the watcher in the water. This one is said to lurk in the shadows of the swamplands, though there are conflicting accounts as to its nature. Some say that it is quite kind, sympathetic to those who have found their way out to it (usually far more turned around than they would like to admit). Compassionate, in spite of the vice that it is meant to represent most, and displaying quite the mischievous streak.

However, when angered, it is more than clear what it embodies. Ultimeye is downright vicious when it wishes to be, often shaking from restraint as it attempts to contain itself. Brutal in attacks, an ill encounter with it is not something that will likely be survived. One must endeavor to impress it if they are not immediately eviscerated, and even still, the last words they are likely to hear are the taunts of this foe and condemnation for being so disappointing.

Type: Dark / Grass Special move: Ultimate Eye Other names: The embodiment of the sin of Wrath

Imperius, the smallest of the Homunculi, but do not let that fool you. Whatever you do, be sure to exercise caution around this one, and do not ever for a second underestimate it. It appears unassuming in its default form, as shown on the left. An innocent spirit, one that enjoys its playthings, taking great joy in pulling all manner of creatures into its games. Should one find themselves included, however, they are much more likely to catch a glimpse of the form that it reverts to when it feels no need to hide.

It is selfish and incredibly self-absorbed, placing itself far above that of every mortal and even its own siblings. There is nothing in this world that is mightier or stronger than Imperius, save for their Father, from which it takes great pride in having been a part of. Brutal and cruel, it delights in taunting its opponents at every opportunity, never believing that they could ever come close to being a match.

If even the rest of its kind cannot defeat it, well, what hope does anyone else think they have?

Type: Dark / Ghost Special move: Kneel to the Crown Other names: The embodiment of the sin of Pride

#🔥 ; ˡᵉᵍᵉᶰᵈᵃʳʸ ʰᵒᵐᵘᶰᶜᵘˡᶤ (.Amestris lore building)

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thermodynamic-comedian · 1 year

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Finally, an opportunity to rant my about baby ghoul headcanons >:)

OK SO- it’s my personal opinion that hell has various areas in all its rings where ghouls may live based on their element (or even just personal preference). Because of this, ghoul kits/toddlers have some…unusual habits for resting. Each element of ghoul has different habits:

Water: most similar to human babies in that they usually sleep on flat beds with generally no pillows and maybe a thin blanket (though they generally use a very small water mattress for them instead of a regular one). They do however, need a very cool and damp environment to sleep comfortably when they’re young so it’s not uncommon to see a small chamber in, what is essentially a dungeon but the clergy says is a blood and wine celler, in the basement of the church dedicated to newborn water ghouls being able to properly rest and develop. There are caretakers who rotate out of the duty day and night, and once newborns have adjusted to the outside world enough they are sent to the regular nursery and just have a little humidifier next to their crib.

Earth: normally in hell they sleep in underground dens with kits from many different families that their parents are friends with/know but since that would be very inconvenient and unsafe to do in the church where the heavy stones making up the floor can cause the den to cave in, the nursery just settles with making what is essentially the most professional pillow fort you will ever see in your life. It’s very dark and temperature controlled with plants and humidifiers everywhere. Earth ghoul kits also have a hard time controlling their temp to be warm so they always sleep in large groups and piles, a habit they keep with them for pretty much all their lives. There’re no mattresses or beds, just plenty of pillows and blankets and quilts for them to sleep on. Usually there’s about 8-15 kits (sometimes toddlers and young children as well) in one fort and all of them are sooooooo fluffy. Their fur is very coarse and thick and is meant to prevent dust, dirt, and rocks from getting on their skin or scratching when they’re supper young but also has the added bonus of making a pile of them looked like stuffed animals.

Fire: as adults they are the most solitary ghouls and only naturally stay in a group for extended amounts of time when in a family unit. There’re always exceptions to this rule with the most notable one being when they are kits. As kits they like to sleep in small groups, usually with another kit(usually from a different family that are friends), a older sibling, or with their entire family. See, fire ghouls as adults have a very high body temp and give off a lot of heat but it takes a while for them to develop that and probably have the hardest time controlling their body temperature as kits and can die very easily if not warm enough so they sleep with other fire ghouls to bring that body temp up. In the church where kits are raised communally though (the parents are still involved and care for their young all their lives it’s just they’re also very busy helping the clergy out and as such don’t usually raise them just by themselves), the parents and older siblings aren’t around nearly as much to do this for them so all I can say are two things: lots of heating pads and big cuddle groups :3. There’re earth (they’re very big and fluffy so they give off a pretty good amount of heat too) and fire ghouls who’ll volunteer for a week or more to sleep in the nursery with a ton of fire ghoul kits to not only keep them warm but also so bonding and comfort as well since being around a physically bigger being while sleeping is comforting for them regardless if they are their parents or not. You can also let them sleep in a fireplace since it won’t hurt them but this can be very tedious since you have to keep on relighting the fire and add more logs regularly and is usually only done if a human is taking care of one without any other ghouls around.

Air: have nest-like beds made up of copious amounts of blankets and pillows. Usually 3 or 4 kits sleep in one bed at a time and sometimes parents might sleep around it for extra warmth and comfort. Whenever air ghoul kits cry it sounds more like little baby chicks but they will start to full-on screech if not taken care of immediately and it becomes a hell for any caretaker of any species or element. Air ghoul parents will also puff out their fur/feathers for toddlers to hide and snuggle into and basically become giant puffballs with a tail or head sticking out on their chest or sides. Air kits are also the most unfortunately ugly out of all the other elements and don’t really grow out of that ugly phase until they are tweens. It’s ok though since it’s still a cut kind of ugly, sorta like a pug or moles but just more feathery

I don’t know what to write for multi or quintessence ghouls since I feel like multi ghouls have a case-by-case parenting style where each one is different and don’t know much about quintessence ghouls to say anything about them

Also want to say that all ghouls (especially earth ghouls) purr quiet a bit while this young

AAAAGGGHHHH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH !!!!

#the band ghost #milkatron

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agapemastiffs · 21 days

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Queens of the Roof of the World: A Look at Tibetan Mastiff Females and Their Adorable Floofballs

So, you're considering welcoming a Tibetan Mastiff into your life? Buckle up, because you're not just getting a dog, you're adopting a living legend – a descendant of ancient guardians with an independent spirit, a loyalty fiercer than the Himalayan winds, and enough fur to knit a winter coat for a yeti (okay, maybe a slight exaggeration, but you get the picture). But here's the question – are you Team Male Tibetan Mastiff or Team Female Tibetan Mastiff? This article will delve into the world of the Tibetan Mastiff female, exploring her unique personality traits and how they translate to both adulthood and puppyhood.

The Tibetan Mastiff Matriarch: Fiercely Loyal with a Side of Independence

Female Tibetan Mastiffs are known for their intelligence, independence, and unwavering loyalty. They're not your average lapdogs – they're more like living lionesses with a regal air and a protective instinct that runs deeper than the Himalayas themselves. Don't mistake their independence for aloofness – they crave a strong, consistent leader (that's you!). Early socialization and training are crucial to building a trusting bond with your Tibetan Mastiff matriarch. Once that bond is established, you'll gain a fiercely loyal companion who will happily guard your home with the watchful gaze of a mountain sentinel.

The Guardian Angel (with Selective Hearing)

These ladies are bred for guarding, and their protective instincts are legendary. They'll bark with the booming voice of a Tibetan foghorn at anything suspicious, whether it's a rogue yak or a delivery person just trying to do their job. While their impressive bark is enough to deter most, continued socialization is key. Dog parks, walks in different neighborhoods, and introducing them to new people will ensure their guard dog tendencies don't morph into over-protectiveness. However, remember that independent streak? Don't be surprised if they decide to guard the house in their own unique way, which might involve ignoring your frantic calls to come inside when a suspicious squirrel appears (because let's face it, squirrels are clearly a potential threat to national security in a Mastiff's mind).

Myth Busting: The (Relatively) Manageable Floof

Compared to their male counterparts, female Tibetan Mastiffs are generally considered slightly smaller and less prone to excessive shedding (although "less" is a relative term when it comes to these furry giants). Sure, there will be tumbleweeds of fur rolling around your house on a regular basis, and brushing sessions will become a weekly ritual, but it's nowhere near the furpocalypse you might encounter with a Chow Chow. Think of it as a built-in winter coat for both you and your furniture (and a constant reminder to keep a heavy-duty vacuum cleaner handy).

The Upkeep of a Mountain Guardian: Exercise, Training, and Lots of Love

Taking care of a female Tibetan Mastiff requires dedication (and a strong back). These active pups (well, active for their size) need plenty of exercise – walks, playtime, and activities that challenge their minds. A bored Mastiff is a recipe for destructive chewing and excessive barking. Think of them as royalty with a working-class spirit and a need for moderate exercise with plenty of mental stimulation, and you'll be on the right track. Positive reinforcement training is key, as they respond best to praise, treats, and patience.

The Adorable Floofball Brigade: A Blizzard of Cuteness with Sharp Teeth

Now, let's talk about those irresistible Tibetan Mastiff puppies! Both male and female pups are bundles of cuteness with a tendency to trip over their oversized paws and leave muddy paw prints the size of dinner plates. However, the female Tibetan Mastiff puppy might be slightly less boisterous than their male counterparts. They'll still wrestle with their siblings and explore their world with boundless enthusiasm, but they might be a touch more receptive to training from the get-go (although stubbornness can certainly bloom early on in both genders).

Living the High Life (Without the Altitude)

Living with a female Tibetan Mastiff is certainly an adventure. They'll turn heads wherever they go, you'll constantly answer questions about their ancient lineage (prepare to educate the masses about these incredible mountain guardians!), and be prepared for the occasional "OMG, is that a bear?!" (Let's just spread awareness about these magnificent Molosser dogs). But through the occasional drool puddle, the enthusiastic greetings that leave you slightly windblown, and the never-ending battle against fur tumbleweeds, you'll gain a loyal, loving companion who will enrich your life in ways you never imagined.

A Commitment for Life

Tibetan Mastiffs, both male and female, have a lifespan of 10-12 years. That's a long time, so make sure you're prepared for the commitment before bringing one home. Consider your lifestyle – do you have the time and space for a large, active dog with a mind of its own? Are you prepared for the regular grooming, training, and potential stubbornness that comes with the territory?

Conclusion: A Love as High as the Mountains

If you can answer those questions with a resounding "yes," then a female Tibetan Mastiff might just be your perfect match. These gentle giants, with their independent spirit and unwavering loyalty, will become an integral part of your family. They'll be your loyal shadow on hikes, your cuddly companion on movie nights, and your fierce protector (with a side of selective hearing) 24/7.

So, if you're looking for a canine companion who will be your loyal guardian, your walking fur monster (with a side of drool), and a constant source of amusement (because let's face it, watching a giant floof navigate the world is endlessly entertaining), then a female Tibetan Mastiff might just be your perfect queen of the castle (or couch, or wherever she decides to claim as her throne).

Just remember, with great cuteness comes great responsibility (and a never-ending supply of drool rags, lint rollers, and toys built to withstand the power of a gentle giant's chew). But trust us, the love, laughter, and companionship a Tibetan Mastiff brings are more than worth the extra effort. Welcome your future queen to the home – she's ready to reign over your heart with a quiet dignity and a love as enduring as the Himalayas themselves.

A Watchful Protector: For The Progression Of The Ages

Mastiffs, gentle giants with ancient roots, come in various breeds. Loyal guardians with calm temperaments, they require ample space, training, and experienced owners due to their size and strength. Though some breeds have wrinkles, all Mastiffs offer a lifetime of devotion.

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ahepaseniorliving · 7 months

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AHEPA Senior Living Celebrates National Family Caregivers Month

Every November, Americans take time to recognize the people who provide loving care and medical assistance to those who cannot look after themselves. For this reason, the month has been named National Family Caregivers Month. During November, the nation thanks those who care for parents, grandparents, siblings and children, often putting the needs of those individuals above their own. At AHEPA Senior Living, we want to thank our employees for their dedication to making a lasting impact in the lives of our residents and their families/caregivers.

The celebratory month began in 1997 when President Clinton signed the first National Family Caregivers Month proclamation. Over the last 25 years, every president has celebrated the month with a proclamation honoring and recognizing the selfless acts of caregivers.

In his annual proclamation on National Family Caregivers Month, President Joe Biden stated, “the truth is, at some point in our lives, each of us will likely need to be a family caregiver — but the burden falls especially hard on those who cannot afford support.”

A National Issue

The U.S. Department of Health and Human Services recently released a national strategy that provided insight into some effects of at-home family caregiving, and offered actions that federal agencies could take to improve care. It found that every year, approximately 53 million people provide some level of care to someone close to them, with more than two-thirds of the population needing assistance with tasks as they age.

Additionally, although these home caregivers find the job rewarding, they typically report symptoms of chronic stress because of their duties. Finally, it is estimated that many home caregivers spend an average of $7,200 annually on out-of-pocket expenses. With increased levels of stress and lost income associated with caregiving, many family caregivers might wonder if there is a better way.

That’s where we can help.

Let AHEPA Senior Living Help

Founded on the principles of Hellenic ideals, we at AHEPA Senior Living find joy in caring for those who may not be able to do so themselves. We see it as our civic responsibility to provide affordable assisted living to older adults in Elkhart, Indianapolis, Mishawaka and New Albany, Indiana. With our staff’s care we provide a residential alternative to a nursing home for those struggling to live at home alone. We also provide U.S. Department of Housing and Urban Development Section 202 compliant independent living facilities with communities in 19 states.

Our staff is trained to deal with the challenges that come with caregiving and for more than 40 years, we have been there to lend a helping hand. During the month, we salute all caregivers, especially family caregivers. We also want to thank the families who entrust us and all of our outstanding caregivers with the care of their loved ones. Without their trust and support, we wouldn’t be who we are today.

Original content source: https://ahepaseniorliving.org/blog/ahepa-senior-living-celebrates-national-family-caregivers-month/

#National Family Caregivers Month #National caregivers Month 2023 #Independence Senior Living #Affordable Senior Housing #Assisted Living

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cloudbattrolls · 11 months

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Once We Were

Inshii | Ozryel Family Hive | Roughly A Millennium Prior

It would have been a nice night for the butterfly swarm, were it not for their responsibilities.

Responsibilities they had chosen to avoid for the last twenty minutes by slipping outside, away from the rest of their family. The party had been…fine, they supposed. Fine was a word for it. They tried not to think about other descriptors, aware they were meant to be enjoying themselves.

They looked around, hoping for something to enjoy in the nighttime field around them, which stretched on for miles. A few of them could have flown to the edge…but they didn’t quite feel like it.

“Inshiiiii.” Sang a voice that was very clearly drunk as the worm swarm using it stumbled outside from the small building where the party was happening, blinking in the moonlight and putting a hand over their eyes.

Inshii didn’t move from their spot on an old bench whose coat of paint had started slowly wearing off about a century ago. Either their youngest sibling would find their way over, or they’d fall flat on their face, break it, then attempt to fight the ground by wriggling into it.

At least the stars were in excellent view tonight. The moons weren’t much to look at - one waning crescent, the other waxing crescent - but they were far enough from the endless light pollution of troll cities to see them more clearly than usual.

The butterfly swarm had been to space a few times, even lived on troll colonies for a few centuries here and there. But they’d always come back home. They couldn’t really say why. Obligation? Missing Alternia?

Maybe it should be affection for their siblings and mother.

Perhaps they should feel bad about that, they noted vaguely.

“Yoooou are being - big bore. Big, chunky, boring.” Declared their lanky little sibling, who finally if clumsily plunked down next to them and nearly fell off until Inshii righted them with quick movements of their large hands.

“Oh thankssomuch.” drawled Lleios, grinning as they nudged their taller, wider sibling with a pointy elbow. “Yooou’re the best. Sooo responsible. Love that about you!”

“You complain about how dull I am at least once every time I see you.” Remarked the false violet dryly, their fins twitching.

“Doesssn’t mean I don’t - ack - love you.” Declared the youngest swarm, flailing an arm about and nearly falling over a second time, but managed to catch themself with a few quickly sprouted white tendrils from their hands.

Inshii examined the somewhat bedraggled rainbowdrinker next to them, in a suit with half the buttons undone and their collar completely unkempt, spiky hair pointing every which way.

“You don’t mean a thing you say right now.” Retorted the oldest swarm, a hint of irritation now entering their tone. “You always get like this when we’re all together. You’ll be back to making fun of me with the others any moment.”

Lleios paused. “Mmmmaybe? Might make fun of them, you donknowme.”

Inshii rolled their eyes.

“I have known you since you were hatched.”

“What’sthat - that good for? You’re always - sooo busy. So busy! You go away, take so long to come back…longer than me…they won’t let me stay that long…mm-mm, no way. Don’t - don’t trust me. Not to take care of myself.”

A slight cast of sadness came over Lleios’s bubbly, befuddled cheer.

“I wonder why.” Said Inshii snidely, fed up with this nonsense after an evening of ensuring every other sibling wasn’t attracting the empire’s attention, or getting in spats with the fae, or every other stupid thing they seemed dedicated to trying to do just because they could.

“Could it be your penchant for drowning yourself in intoxicants and other assorted substances? Could it be your inexplicable desire to bed any troll you think is mildly attractive, never mind who they are and what they could find out about us?”

They fixed the pale, pointed face next them with a resentful violet gaze, and while their voice never rose, their tone sharpened to razor fineness.

“Could it be that you get away with whatever you want because mother can’t bear to not bail you out of whatever stupid situation you get yourself into? Don’t be delusional, Lleios. I’ll be dead before you learn to take care of yourself.”

Their youngest sibling’s angular face had gone unusually blank. Their tendrils drooped, then swiftly retracted. Even their ears went down, and they drew their knees up onto the bench, huddling with their arms wrapped around their legs.

“Don’t even try to guilt me.” Inshii warned. “I’m not mother or Rhyssa. It’s about time someone told you that you’re being an idiot.”

“You think I don’t - you really think I don’t know.” Murmured the false jade, staring at the ground. “‘Course I know…can’t notknow. M’bloody pathetic. Pathetic like a troll…but when I spend time with them, I feel so strong. Sooo strong. Then I come back, and…nothing. M’nothing again.”

“Have you considered not being pathetic?” Commented the butterfly impatiently. “You are a millennia-old rainbowdrinker; this should come naturally to you. Grow a spine.”

“What’s the point?”

The desperate, dull-voiced question made the older undead pause.

“What - what do you think it would be worth if I did? Go on! Tell me, you’re so smaaaart…” they trailed off, before shaking their head and looking at them with haunted green eyes.

“What’s not being pathetic worth when you all think I am anyway…doesn’t matter who I kill or how many, doesn’t matter what I do…I’m the youngest and everyone, oh everyone thinks I’m the weakest, little Lleios needs to be protected…they’re just segments after all! No stingers, no wings, just blind wriggling teeth. Helpless! And I’m - s’posed, supposed to find that charming.” They spat.

“That after all these sweeps everyone still sees me that way. Fffuck all of you. You, Inshii - least, leastyousay, say it to my face. Really is…the most I can ask for…with you bastards.” The worm swarm shook their head in disbelief and resignation alike.

Inshii was still, still as all undead could be, even on the inside. The mass of butterflies, caterpillars, and cocoons that composed them barely shifted at all, unnatural in its rigidity as it was in its existence.

“What about mother?” They asked, a slight note of hesitation in their tone.

Lleios laughed loudly and hard enough that a few worms poked through their face for a few moments, hard enough that they coughed and rapped a fist against their narrow chest until they stopped.

“She’ss the ffucking worsst, you stuuupid idiot. Is your brain all flutters in that big skull you grew? Hm? You’re supposed to be smart. We both are…I don’t want to be smart all the time. Ff’king miserable, being smart! ‘Specially when everyone thinks you’re…stupid anyway…” They sighed, rubbing a slim wrist across their tired green eyes. “But sssometimes…that’s better…little better…peaceful, when people expect nothing…”

They flopped against their fellow swarm, eyes closing. One of their three-pointed horns poked into the butterfly’s shoulder, but Inshii barely felt it and didn’t mind.

They put an arm around their little sibling’s shoulders.

“You need help.” They stated bluntly.

“‘You need help’.” Said Lleios back in a mocking tone, now sprawled instead of huddled, using one manicured hand to make mocking ‘blah blah’ motions as they spoke. A few worms poked out of the skin, opening and closing their tiny mouths to add to the effect. “Help with what.”

“To function.” Said Inshii with a trace of impatience. “I’ll come up with something for you.”

The worm swarm laughed again.

“Ooh, this’ll be golden, I can’t bloody wait! Blow me away, Inshii! Justfucking - flummox me, with all that wisdom you’ve got in your great big - “ They prodded the false violet’s wide center. “ - stuff inside you.”

The leader of Ozryel’s children raised their eyes to the heavens, sighed, hoped for patience, and looked down again.

“That would be my middle.” They replied, deadpan.

Lleios started poking their sibling’s belly.

“Squishy.”

Inshii tolerated this with mildly good grace for about ten seconds before their large, thick hand gently shooed Lleios’s slim one away.

“Rude.” Complained the younger rainbowdrinker. “Wasn’t done.”

“Yes you are.” Deadpanned the butterfly swarm. “Both with that and in general if you’re not careful.”

“Think you can - youcan threaten me?” Lleios sat up again, a bit wobbly, expression defiant.

“That’s not a threat, you little idiot. That’s a statement.”

“Ooh, getting all semantic, hm? Don’t caaare.” They drawled. “Stuff it up your fancy sleeves! See if I - whoop”

They nearly fell over before Inshii grabbed them again. This time they picked up Lleios by their colorful, completely crumpled shirt collar and stood up, the worm going limp in their hand.

“You’re getting some rest.” Said Inshii firmly.

“M’not tired.” Lleios complained. “Can’t put me to sleep! M’not two hundred anymore. Jerk.”

Inshii ignored them, throwing their youngest sibling over their shoulder as they walked back toward the small building the other swarms were still partying in. The place’s lights turned lower since they’d come outside, dimming in what would soon be pale dawn light. The sun was coming, the barest peek of its red rays starting to touch over the horizon.

“You’ll feel better later. I’m hiding all of your liquor.”

“You’re so rude.” Came the muffled voice of the undead whose face was currently half-pressed into their wide chest. “Sooo rude…whysorude…”

“You would be too if you had my job.” Inshii deadpanned, making their way through the dew-wet grass. “Thirteen of you. Mother really had no mercy.”

“You ‘spect death to have mercy? Dumb.” Chided Lleios softly, and for once, Inshii had no counter to the worm’s words.

No, their mother really didn’t have any mercy. Not for anyone except Lleios, and it was the suffocating kind.

Why that was, the butterfly didn’t know. They had once thought themself special, blessed with insight and chosen to lead.

That had been a very long time ago.

“Inshii…” murmured the false jade more sleepily now. “Leave my hairbrush near, won’t you? Please…”

They snorted softly.

“Fine.”

“See, told you I love you…”

“You‘re vain, that’s all.”

Lleios giggled.

“Mmmaybe. Maybe I love you too.”

Inshii only shook their head as they walked in the unlocked door and made their way to an empty room, laying down their lean sibling on a bed. A nice one with silk sheets, perfect for their sibling’s frivolous tastes.

Lleios stretched and their body rippled as the worms inside spread out, coiling and uncoiling, then re-formed.

“Daaaay, Inshii. Don’t work too hard.”

“Impossible, or one of you will get yourself in trouble when I turn around again.” They retorted.

“Stop turning around. Dummy.”

“Good day, Lleios.” Inshii said, walking out of the room and shutting the door with a firm click as their sibling laughed softly.

They stopped a few feet out, remembering they hadn’t left the hairbrush. Later. First they needed to relocate all the alcohol, even if it would annoy some of their other siblings.

Then, time to figure out how to make Lleios get back on their feet.

The false violet looked out a window at the rising sun, listening to the slowly dying noises of their other siblings’ chatter and scuffles.

They’d seen so many, from regions all over Alternia, from colonies all over the empire.

They watched the red sun of their youth creep up into the sky, and they decided to stay a bit longer under its rays.

#'what if I wrote about two assholes and one is dead because they're half of Tuuya'#Tutu comes from a fine crop of genetics indeed #cloud writes #inshii #lleios

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missmoboe-blog · 1 year

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Chapter One: The girl lives full throttle.

From as young as I can remember I always knew I was different. The first people I think most children compare themselves to are their siblings, followed by their parents. Well bless my parents' hearts but they had no idea what to do with me. My sister and I are polar opposites. I acted on impulse. I came into this world like a hurricane living my life with my foot on the gas. The way I came into this world seems pretty symbolic when I look back. Baby Molly did not care that it was the middle of the night, on a bridge, in the worst part of Trenton. I was coming and fast. Luckily my parents made it to the hospital just in time. When I say came in like a bat out of hell, that pretty much describes me as a child. I was a tough baby, but I think both my parents would have dealt with baby Molly ten times over. My first real memory of realizing I was different from the rest of the family goes back to Preschool. I had energy no one could contain. I was bold, loud and busy, for lack of better words, I had zero chill. I was the girl running five to ten feet in front of my parents at all times. Walking feet did not exist. As a now Early Childhood Professional, the grace and dedication my preschool teacher showed me is unfathomable to me. Listen my parents loved me regardless of being uncontrollable, but my preschool teacher well let’s just say, she was a saint. We all know that one kid, the one who just is bit too much, who is just disruptive. Me, easily that kid. Nap time was impossible for me. I could barely sit still during regular fun activities but nap time, forget it. Miss Carol decided to take an approach with me way before her time. She took that time to really get to understand me. She could tell I had no idea how to calm my hands let alone myself. Despite it she truly cared about me and got creative. She did something so simple that meant the world to me. She would bring nail polish every Friday, if I had been a good listener that week, she would let me skip nap time and paint my nails. Now me as a little girl thought wow look at these pretty colors I got to chose from. She would teach me to keep my hands still until the polish dried or I would ruin them. In that simple act she taught me so much. She taught me about earning something. She taught me in that keeping my hands still could have a beautiful reward. She taught me that even though choices may have been hard for me, they can always be FUN!

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sacredbeans · 1 year

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Rewind: How did we get here?

We find ourselves on a planet that has many secrets still to be uncovered. Think of the depths of the oceans, how fungi communicate, or how the soil seems to store memories. And yet, with every discovery made, every finding placed on a graph, this place seems to become a little less magical. To make sense of the world, matters need simplifying. The danger in this is that we forget the beautiful complexity of the real world around us. At times, I feel like we live in a looped simulation that no one knows how to break out of, though some claim they do. I am often unsure about what is right. I guess it's in my nature to care about life on Earth, and deeply feel that we carry responsibility to care. For ourselves, each other, and our home. Thankfully, in this I am not alone. Last August I started a master programme in sustainable development, for which I moved to Sweden in my wonky home on wheels. My writings on this platform will be honest reflections on what I learn during my journey of discovery. What I really want is to take you with me down this road, into a reimagined future. For this, we need the same starting position. And that is exactly what this post is meant to be. Let's rewind.

How did we get here? At time of writing, a heartbreaking three percent of 'wild' nature is left, with its original ecosystems, plants and creatures left intact. Simply put, our intelligent race is wiping out all wildlife on the planet. We, Homo Sapiens, possess an incredible ability to cooperate and make use of our imagination to work towards a shared goal. Which is what we have done since we walked the earth alongside our ancestral siblings. Ever since Earth’s climate got relatively stable during the Holocene, after an era of ice ages, our agricultural practices have skyrocketed, as have our numbers. We now live in what is (unofficially but popularly) called the Anthropocene: Era of Men. When exactly we entered this era is a topic for discussion, but its name indicates a time where human influences have significant, even irreversible, impact on the planet’s climate and ecosystems. Along the way, some of us have lost touch with what really matters, and now confuse the western standard of living with quality of life. We extract and use exhaustible resources much faster than they can regenerate, and have built our entire modern existence and infrastructures to be dependent on dinosaur oil, the combustion of which is the major cause for introducing large amounts of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere. With the global population getting wealthier, and more nations wanting in on this western material dream, total collapse of the natural systems we rely on is inevitable unless something changes. But what is it that needs changing?

A system’s perspective The three fundamental pillars of sustainable development are social, economic and environmental, at least according to the Brundtland Report (1987), which is widely used as a source for defining sustainability in the Global North. Although all of these fields can be studied separately and still be complex, there is a consensus that for something to be sustainable, it needs to be sustainable in all these areas. During lectures we have already spent hours discussing what ‘development’ means, and who needs it. I myself do not agree with economics having a fundamental value as long as its singular goal is growth. It is clear, however, that the fields are interconnected. A woven web of wicked wonders. They contain systems, subsystems, and are even part of a system themselves. When our planetary matters are discussed by political actors, the aim often seems to be short term gain, and a holistic view is missing. Plenty of time is dedicated to blaming and shifting responsibilities. Truth is that, though we are all part of the system, no one single handedly created it. It is a reinforcing feedback loop that makes the rich richer, and creates rigid system traps like poverty. This is a monstrous system that eats fossil fuel, and, even if no one actively wishes for it, has injustice, ecocide and climate change as an outcome. So how do we change this broken system?

A global monoculture Globalisation, a curse and a blessing. Information travels faster than a person can, and though in some fields this results in knowledge being more open source, it also means that people in powerful positions have more influence than ever before, a constant battle between open source versus privatised. Our communities have grown to a size incomprehensible for our brain. The systems we rely on to sustain our livelihoods, e.g. for food and energy, are extremely fragile and close to collapsing. Just a few weeks ago, when being introduced to systems mapping and thinking, I learned what resilience looks like. Characteristics are diversity, modularity and adaptability. Resilient systems can take a blow. They can transform to survive changing circumstances. And all that, our globalised systems do not have, in a time of rapidly changing circumstances. With ownership and agency in the hands of a few large players who monopolise the game that is Life on Earth, it may only take a gust of wind for this card house to topple. Which, some argue, is exactly what our planet needs. It is life as we know it that is threatened. The planet will transform to house different forms of life: the planet is resilient. To enhance our resilience, and regain autonomy, claims are made for 'decentralisation'. What exactly does this mean?

Introducing the Multiverse Localising. Tailor made policies and solutions. Disconnecting dependencies from the global grid. This is a direct protest to the word universe. There cannot be a one-size-fits all approach to a world housing such diverse worldviews. When attending climate organisation events at COP26 in Glasgow, I was introduced to more colourful and hopeful future pathways than ever heard in mainstream media. Representatives and leaders from the Global South - from the lands whose riches we steal - were given a voice. People from countries where something like sustainable development must be a joke, for they have never known any other way of living. The complexity and interconnectedness of the problems we are facing is an enormous challenge, but one that can only be overcome if we acknowledge it. And this is the destination that I want to bring us to, for now. From here on, I wish to focus on what futures may look like. Futures that aren't dependent on one solution, but shaped through many. Zoom in on some of these solutions. I also feel we cannot expect to protect the planet and its species, if we fail to do this amongst ourselves. Any way forward needs to be centred around reconnecting. With ourselves, each other, and our home. Reimagine.

#earth #sustainable development #NJ #climate change

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