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Genshin SAGAU, Creator of Teyvat, but not Humanity Part 1
Playing around with the idea of The creator of Teyvat, not being the creator of humanity.
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You were never much of a gamer.
Not that you disliked games of course, but it never quite clicked with you the way it did others. You’d try a couple of games on and off, but there would always be a point where it’d become boring.
Not that there was anything bad about the games themselves, you freely complimented the design and effort it goes into making these masterful pieces of art and code.
You just, weren't a gamer.
Until Genshin Impact
You can still remember the day you heard of it.
You were chatting with friends and one of them brought up this new game they saw a promotion for that they were interested in trying.
It was this anime-esque gacha game.
They showed you a couple trailers and promotional materials, and you must admit they were quite appealing.
However you didn’t intend to try it, knowing that you’d eventually drop it and move on.
But your friend still pestered you, claiming that there’s no harm in trying and dropping another game, after all it’s free anyways, so you’re not losing out on anything monetary.
Skeptical, you joined them in trying out the game.
And
Well
Let’s just say your friend got more than a couple of “I told you so’s” that day
It was beautiful.
The art, the music, the characters.
Everything about this game just, clicked.
You understand why people got so obsessed with certain games.
Why they would be willing to pay for things such as this.
Why this is such a large industry.
It’s, well it’s fun.
It was honestly quite frightening how quickly the game pulled you in.
You never understood the term “completionist”, until it started to apply to you.
Every quest, every domain, every achievement
You did it all
Every dialogue, every story, every entry in the archive.
You read it all.
You scoured the forums for bits of lore, and shrieked with your friend every time something new was dropped.
Genshin was all consuming.
It was honestly quite concerning, if it weren’t for the fact it was time gated with its resin cap and limited content, your outside life probably would’ve suffered.
On some level you probably knew that this was not normal. Your friends who were all gamers as well were never as obsessed over a single game as you were over Genshin.
But you reassured yourself, this is the first game that made you feel this way, its natural for you to go a little overboard.
I’m sure it’ll die down as I try out other games.
But you never really did.
No other game, no matter how popular or similar or highly rated.
Other games from Hoyoverse fared slightly better in terms of attention span.
But you always went back to Genshin.
Not that it bothered you.
Genshin was enough, considering you still had real world responsibilities to balance.
And that was that.
Until, well.
Until Fontaine.
You see, you’d always enjoyed the characters of Teyvat.
But you’ve never quite simped after them the way the fanbase did.
You admired their aesthetics and enjoyed their stories. But they never quite drew you in.
Even your main, was quite honestly determined by meta and whatever character you’ve managed to get your hands on.
There was never a “waifu” or “husbando”.
It was always the world and story that drew you in rather than individual characters.
Iudex Neuvillette was an exception.
The exception
He felt right.
You immediately knew you had to pull for him.
So you did.
And playing him was amazing. He was as meta breaking as you’d hoped and, well, you just liked him.
“Your first official Husbando” your friends would tease. You understand why they would go such lengths for a specific character now.
He was special.
He was a Dragon.
He felt, right.
You quite never understood why
Not until you entered the world of Teyvat.
That story,
Well,
That begins from the other side of the screen.
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“I bet we can definitely open up a whole new sector in Fontaine if all goes well don't you think?” Hu Tao chattered as she and Zhongli strolled back to Liyue Harbor.
Zhongli hummed in agreement, only half paying attention to the conversation. He could tell Hu Tao noticed, since she was keeping the topic of conversation to light topics that anyone with half a mind could parse through. Only enough relevance so that he wouldn’t get lost in thought, but not so much that he had to focus on the conversation.
She was considerate like that, he knew since she had let many of his oddities slide, especially when he was still adjusting to mortal life.
Not that he was free from old habits mind you.
Zhongli doubted he would ever truly be able to blend into a crowd of mortal without some level of adept arts concealing his presence, however he was able to blend in enough so that the average nosy person was able to wave off his eccentricities a simply a facet of his personality rather than something deeper.
He cannot forget that it was thanks to people such as Hu Tao who were willing to let him in without many questions that allowed him to get to this point. Something he will be forever grateful for.
Be that as it may, it did not change the fact that some things will forever be kept secret.
His near encounter with the Hydro dragon for one.
Even from the other side of Qiaoying village where he’d made himself scarce, he could feel the amount of blessings placed upon the man.
He truly was favored by the creator.
Not that that was any surprise.
What was surprising was his own blessing.
Though much smaller, he still treasured the gift given to him by the creator of Teyvat.
Teyvat, after all, was a world of Dragons.
It was due to the advent of The Primordial One, did they lose their authority.
Not that many people knew.
Most people didn’t
The true History and creation of Teyvat was kept tightly wrapped, even the most learned scholars of the Akademiya could only infer at what truly happened, as well as the origin of humanity.
The true name of the creator was lost to time, only their title of the creator of Teyvat remaining. The mortals who lived on Teyvat daren’t give them another for fear of evoking their wrath.
They had plenty to be wrathful about.
Zhongli would only imagine his own rage, if anything similar happened to Liyue.
Imagine putting in centuries upon centuries of work only for an outsider to come in, destroy your work and reshape it for their own people. Before proceeding to have the audacity to name him as a contributor to their success and praise alongside such an usurper.
Just imagining it makes him angry.
That is why, the creator’s title is rarely evoked.
Names have power after all.
Names of gods even more so.
To evoke their name, their title, is to ask for attention.
Attention that would be safer left elsewhere.
Not that mortals knew the true reason.
The commonly accepted reasoning was that the creator of Teyvat has long turned their gaze elsewhere, satisfied with the current ruling of Teyvat, having entrusted their powers to Celestia and the Archons.
Zhongli would feel guilt at this blatant lie and rewriting of history if he could.
But he cannot, because to feel guilt would be to regret his actions and to wish something was different.
But he knew that he, along with all of humanity, Liyue Harbor, his Adepti and friends. They would not have existed, they would not have lived, has history played out justly.
The world is not just.
The world simply is.
He feared to an extent that the Hydro dragons would try to force a more cruel version of justice upon Fontaine, condemning them all as usurpers, when they had no idea, or even power over what had happened in the past.
Thankfully it seems that Focalors’s plan to integrate him into humanity worked. Stemming any sort of “justice” he may enact on humanity for the crimes of The Primordial One. In fact, he seems to have great fondness over humanity, absolving them of their sin and saving them from the prophecy that threatened Fontaine for so many centuries.
However, he knew that he was exempt from this mercy. Zhongli knew that when the time came, the Hydro dragon, or well Iudex Neuvillette would spare no effort in holding him accountable for his actions in usurping the original order of Teyvat.
Which is exactly why he avoided the man, dragon? as he did.
“-ello, earth to Zhongli, ”
Zhongli blinked, Hu Tao’s voice dragging him back to their situation at hand.
“Ah, my apologies, I seemed to have been lost in thought”
She clicked her tongue at him, “Aiyyaa, honestly Zhongli, I wonder sometimes if your age is getting to you, I was trying to get your attention for quite a while”
“Is that so,”
Zhongli couldn’t help but smile at her exaggerated groan.
“I was merely thinking about some old history,” he started, preparing himself to finish the history of Qiaoying village that he was telling Hu Tao on their way over.
“Oh no, there’s no need for that,” she waved off, a slight grimace on her face.
He knew how bored she was by the story the way over, so it served as a perfect distraction on the way back to stop her from questioning any further.
“Honestly a girl can only listen so much about the different varieties of teas and their subtle notes and flavoring before she has to burst yo know,” she complained.
“Well, the history of tea has a -”
“Oh look we’re almost there!” She pointed out, most likely in a desperate bid to stop him from droning on.
He was being slightly unfair to her, he knows, but it never ceases to become unassuming when people try to fake interest in a topic, only to regret it when they realize just how much there is to know about it.
Of course it can never compare to when someone has a genuine passion for the topic and wants to engage further, but those mortals are rare.
More often than not, he can use his vast knowledge as a smokescreen too, well, as Paimon would most likely put it. Bore people into leaving him alone.
He waves off Hu Tao as she bounces back home, and allows himself to take a stroll through the streets of Liyue Harbor.
The Lantern Rite was ending, another celebration successfully done under the hard work of the Qixing
He gazed around at all the sights, the lanterns, the food stalls, the beautiful atmosphere of people enjoying the celebration.
No
He could never regret what he did.
Not since it lead to peace and happiness like this.
And
If things are as he suspects.
He may never have too.
He feels it once more.
The glow of the creator's blessing.
He can feel it swirling within him as he steps through Liyue Harbor.
He wonders if they can see it as he does. Sees the beauty and resplendence of humanity.
Look, he wants to scream
They are nothing like The Primordial One
They are good, kind and beautiful.
Humans may not be your creation, they may not have originated from this world but that does not mean they do not deserve to stay.
But he doesn’t
First of all because he feels that screaming these things in the middle of a busy street may attract some weird looks.
But also out of fear, fear that any attempt to disrupt this fragile peace could lead to destruction.
Because it is fragile, it has only been a couple of years since the creator has turned their eyes to Teyvat.
Those who have been blessed have been careful in their own way not to destroy this chance that the creator has given them.
A chance to prove themselves, not only as people deserving of their attention and blessing, but as a people.
To prove themselves just as worthy of the dragons of staying in Teyvat.
Because they all know, in their hearts of hearts, that what the creator has created, they could just as easily destroy.
While some may tease him for his age, there is no denying that with age comes experiences that the younger generation may never know.
He himself, whilst having been born long after the disappearance of the creator, witnessed firsthand how it had affected the world.
How Godly remains tainted the earth for far longer than it used to.
How miasma and abyssal energy started to leak forth.
How Leyline disorders became more and more commonplace.
Teyvat was breaking.
It was falling apart.
But perhaps.
With this new chance, it could be fixed.
He could still remember the day the creator first turned their gaze upon Teyvat.
Or well, more specifically, the first time they turned their gaze on him.
He had heard rumors of an outlander from Mondstatdt making their way to Liyue. Tales of their feats and defeating Dvalin with the wayward Anemo Archon were as prevalent as talks about the upcoming Rite of Descension.
He had taken note of it of course, outlanders were rare after all, but he hadn’t expected this one to be quite, consequential.
Not until he met them.
He felt their approach funnily enough, the unbranded aura they carried within them. While he could’ve written it off as an aspect of their outlander status, internally he knew it not to be true.
He was far too young to have ever met the creator, or even the original dragons.
But he has stumbled upon their remnants.
Pure remnants, unlike the gnosis which have been twisted and altered by the time it had spent in the hands of The Primordial One.
It was, indescribable.
Free, yet grounded.
Unwavering yet fluid.
Swift yet languid.
It
It simply was
It was the essence of Teyvat.
The essence of the land he lived and fought and bled and laughed in.
How could he not worship it.
How could he not fear it.
He had felt Childe walk in with bated breath, distracting himself with his cup of tea to settle his nerves.
What did this mean?
Was this the end of Liyue, of humanity, of Teyvat?
Over the centuries people have accepted the creator’s complacency in the affairs of Teyvat.
What does it now mean that they have focused their gaze once more on this land.
Destruction
Salvation
He daren’t hope or guess.
But
Well,
The Traveler was kind.
They had no ill will towards the people of Teyvat.
While it was clear they had their own mission to stove for, they did not hesitate in helping those they can along the way.
If the creator has blessed one such as them, one so kind to humans, one with no ill will.
Perhaps.
A seed of hope planted itself in him, and refused to budge.
As time went on, the seed grew.
Hope grew.
The tiny seed of hope that he tried so hard to ignore and deny could be ignored no longer when he received a blessing himself.
He could still remember it so clearly.
It was a normal day, nothing out of the ordinary. He went to work, had tea, chatted with passersby.
There were no great feats.
No great revelations, or offerings.
Yet he felt it for the first time.
A blessing.
A pure, gentle, powerful blessing.
He could feel the sentiment behind it, weak as it was.
Relief, excitement, apprehension.
He wanted to cry, to pray. To thank them for giving him a chance, for giving the people of Teyvat a chance.
But fear held him back.
It still does to this day.
That’s the problem with gods, their pleasure and their wrath can often look the same.
Even as he compared notes with Barbatos and the Adepti, confirming that many of them have been given blessings.
While some like Ganyu, rejoiced in this blessing eager for a chance to prove themselves worthy of this world.
People such as him were still fearful.
Fearful of what this meant and what they wanted.
The straw that broke the camel’s back was when he realized that xiangling was also blessed.
Not that the girl knew, after all the creator was very rarely spoken of, only ever mentioned in ancient rites and the most descriptive of history books.
But she had the blessing, a human.
From that point he saw so many others, so many humans, mere mortals given their divine blessing and gaze.
An exorcist, an author, a member of the Qixing.
It spread across Teyvat, whispers as people soon realized that there was a god, an unknown god blessing them.
Granting them abilities beyond their visions, oftentimes enhancing them to levels beyond previously known human limits.
No one dared to say their name, they were insinuations, and speculations, but no one dared disturbed the fragile peace that has settled.
It is an understanding between those who have it.
Those who know, know and those who don’t are kept in the dark.
But it seems that the Creator has turned their gaze to Teyvat and to humans.
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Aeon of Unity.....the first aeon....they were there since the beginning they gave life to all and showed every life they created love and protection but when a threat known as honkai arrived they gave there life to seal it away in another world unknowingly becoming the object of its obsession now millions of years later you've returned and your already showing your creations that love and protection they missed oh so dearly but it seems your divine power has weakened so it's only natural your creations offer some hell right
Low on credits not anymore cause Asta, herta and Himeko have generously donated millions to your mailbox
Not enough resin to continue farming calyx for material's don't worry gepard and bronya have already sent the silvermaine guards to farm as many supplies as you need
Simulated universe giving you trouble well guess what now you can pick 2 paths and you get a bonus curio named [Divinity derived from unification] that buffs all characters depending on how devoted they are to you (you one shot gepard twice with Serval)
Even though they've given you all there love and you give it back 100 fold they still hear you speak of other worlds.....what are honkai, what's a archon and why does the broken claymore in herta's collection give himeko an uneasy feeling and make yoy cry the first time you saw it while saying "your sorry"........they may never know that your loved by not just them but beings of elemental and universal divinity.....maybe one day you'll meet all of them you are the great unifier after all
WOWIE
This is a big brain moment here
This is amazing
Also I think I accidentally altered it a bit- while I was writing- I was rereading it and just noticed that, so I am sorry 🙇
You had all three games installed. You played all of them. Everytime you saw a reference to the previous game, you either squealed of happiness, either cried if sadness.
They all saw you as their Aeon. Aeon of Unity. At some point it is true, as they exist ONLY on your device. Only on your account. Nowhere else. Whatever you do with them, will be there permanently. You can kill them, by deleting your game. You have all 3 games. All the universes. You "unite" them all. So, in a way, what they call you is not a lie.
You gave them life when you downloaded the game.
When you first installed Honkai Impact, you didn't expect Honkai to do...all that. Then you payed Genshin. All that amde you feel sad. Considering they all are alive (well...not exactly-) you can't help but feel sympathy towards them.
You gave them your everything, your love and affection. You did truly love them. At some point, you couldn't continue helping them out. No matter what you do, new "bosses" and enemies get in. They get injured, they die, they revive, and the cycle continues. No. That's not what you want. You want them to be free. To be happy..
So you did what you thought was best. You decided to free them from this "nightmare".
You deleted this games
You did regret it, you felt bad, but.. You reassured yourself that it was for the better.
Plus, now that they're.."dead". When you tried downloading again...they were just a bunch of codes. They weren't themselves anymore. They were not aware.
"I'm so sorry"
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Later, new game came out.
Honkai: star rail
You downloaded it.
They became aware aswell..simialrily to previous game.
The guilt of.."killing" their other counterparts..or their other selves was eating you away. They WERE alive. And you had "unalived" them.
So you promised yourself to not repeat this mistake again. This time, you will talk to them and explain your worries. They could help you, while you help them.
You don't need to worry about them dying anymore, as your healers, Bailu and Natasha have the best healing light cones and artifacts. You don't need to worry about damage aswell.
You don't need to worry about them dying because of a string enemy. You can easily ascend them, because you always have resources now.
If in the past you never talked about this and tried to farm it all by yourself..now
Now, that you talk to them about it.. they help you out with it.
You need credits to ascend something? All donated to you.
You want another character? The crystals are donated aswell, while during the ten pull you get to E6 them. You get their light cones. And 4* are coming in aswell.
You need materials? Silvermane guards are doing it for you, and your characters are doing it aswell!
You make them all strong. You make sure they're able to defend themselves in a fight, while staying at full health.
You've seen video of a person who defeated Kafka without even giving her a single turn? Yeah that's how the fights go without you. While you're here, the game doesn't always let them do that (meme teams are best trust me-)
Oh, the SU is too hard? Dw they got you!
You grace them with your presence, you make them healthy, you make them strong, you CARE about them. You LOVE them
So all they ask of you is your eternal love and attention. Though, you already give it to them.
Sometimes, they hear you crying behind..whatever separates your..worlds
You say sorry, when you look at strange glider. Or a broken claymore. Some feel stable emotions looking at it. (Welt and Himeko)
When Traiblazer hears a strange female noise coming from nowhere saying "Let's explore this area later" you laugh..and cry a bit?
You laugh, and it flutters Trailbazer's heart!
But when you cried? They were confused. Didn't you laugh a moment ago?
Anyways, they're bathing in your attention and affection. They will give you their everything, just ask them!!
Ah, how they wish you came to their world!
Well, it's not a problem anyways..Herta and Aeons found a way to bring you here..
for now, you will see them when you're asleep. For them, you're in SU, but to you..you're just dreaming..right?
They never keep a secret from you, but.. no
This isn't a secret..this is a surprise! You will be happy aren't you oh dear Aeon?
Soon, you will finally be united with them.
Meanwhile the..other worlds..
They are not exactly "dead", since they were never quite "alive" to begin with
They're stuck in some void...
They've seen your attempts to come back to them, and they're grateful for it. They know your reason for..."killing" them
And right now, they're trying to find a way to contact you..you seem to be moving on from them, focusing on other world. Oh nononono...
That's not how it supposed to be..focus on ALL of them..
It seems they need to pay hsr a little visit... hopefully, you will smile at them the way you always used to
#yandere hsr x reader#yandere hsr#hsr x reader#hsr#yandere honkai star rail x reader#yandere honkai star rail#yandere x reader#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#self aware au#yandere self aware hsr#self aware honkai star rail#self aware hsr#sahsr#sahsr x reader#sahsrau#aeon reader
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Markus Linnenbrink (Dortmund, Germany, 1961) is a German-born, Brooklyn-based artist best known for his monumental 'drip paintings' and installations. with an inventive use of material, process and color, linnenbrink pours, pools and brushes resin paintings with cumulative layers of opaque and translucent color.
Markus Linnenbrink tells:
"I think my work doesn’t scream politics because it’s colorful and beautiful or whatever, but I think of it as a space where you can let your mind wander and think about stuff. The title connects the work to the time it was made and makes you put the single letters together to the word that they form. It gives you a little bit of work that you can put in the back of your mind when you look at them. The title for IWOKEUPINAMERICA is from a song by Lonnie Holley who’s an amazing musician and artist himself, with relatively late recognition. He has a song called I Woke Up in a Fucked Up America, which is what happens to most people of color every day in a certain way and is something that I thought about, especially with what came last year with the demonstrations after George Floyd.
And me being–it’s kind of weird when I call myself an immigrant–but I am an immigrant because I lived in a different country and then became a citizen of this country. I’m thinking about this as a German who has come to the U.S. where this problem of racism and slavery existed and very much is still such a brutal reality. To discover how deeply embedded all of that is in this country over the years I’ve lived here is like wow, ok. This is really the way it is. So that had something to do with my reflection on living in this country. That’s where some of the titles for some of the pieces come from."
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Just saw the new releaes for GW and I will say, at least where 40k stands, I got mixed feelings. So we got good ol' Orikan with a new model. Fuckin amazing, his hood is exactly how I imagined when I read the infinite and the Divine, model looks great and all that I'd expect.
It's a great follow up to Imotekh the Storm Lord's update (though I like his old head better). I do hope they update a unit, wouldn't mind seeing fancier lychguard personally.
BUT THIS
Ok yeah they look fantastic, whatever. How tf are you going to bring the Night Lords, a traitor legion that worships none of the chaos gods before the Emperors' Children. What is with this allergy to making any good EC shit. They make an absolutely gorgeous Daemon Prince Fulgrim model, then make it resin cast, AND THEN MAKE IT 30K, and now this. Basically just saying that slaanesh is so unimportant in the current setting that the Night Lords are more of a threat, come on give us some fuckin noise marines!
#warhammer 40k#warhammer#40k#30k#night lords#emperors children#fulgrim#orikan the diviner#imotekh the stormlord
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Hey there! I’m back yet again with more scarvio headcannons for your event! I recently started replaying the game and have so many thoughts but! I’ll keep it limited lol. I’m getting kinda close to the end of starfall street and have decided that despite his bratiness Ortega definitely has a super sweet and soft side! Wether this is canon or not I’m not sure (it’s been awhile since I’ve done the story and don’t remember) but I still think it’s a nice concept! And if possible can you do a reader insert? (platonic please!) if you don’t feel like it it’s all good, I know I send in a lot of reader stuff and it can probably get boring after awhile. I’m just a huge sucker for self insert stuff lol. Thanks in advance and I hope you’re doing well!!! -⚡️
{Headcanons to Dabbles: CLOSED!}
ORTEGA!!! Oh man- I freaking love him! While not my favorite of the Starfall crew (admittedly I don't have a favorite as I love them all so much Atticus) I adore him with my entire heart and soul! This was a joy to write for you friend! I've gotcha covered! :D (And don't ever worry about your requests/headcanons being boring! On the contrary I think they're freaking awesome! You always give me the best characters to write for!)
Ortega was…a lot.
Mechanically speaking, he was brilliant- his hands were golden as they turned simple shapes into incredible machinery for Team Starfall to use in battle. He was meticulous, thorough, and still somehow remained ridiculously cute smudged in motor oil.
“Careful, you klutz!”
He was also a bit of a brat. Okay- a full brat.
“Sorry.” You stepped back from the table, admiring the various trinkets and do-hickies across the cloth. “And I’m not a klutz! That was one time!”
“One time falling into my tool setup, two times spilling pink paint everywhere, another time dropping water all over yourself and- how many times have you stumbled and flopped on your butt?” He sent a cheeky grin over his shoulder at you, hands deep within the wiring of the starmobile. He laughed when you pouted, mildly vexed.
“Whatever.” You flopped into the nearest seat, sinking further in your chair as his soft titters carried on. What were you expecting?
Some time passed when he called out again. “(Y/N).”
“Hm?”
“The desk beside you, could you open the second drawer?” When you glared, he sighed. “Please?”
“....Fine.” You did as told only to pause. Among the various screwdrivers and extra wiring sat…
“Yeah, it’s just some whatever piece I was tinkering with. Not much to look at, but I guess you can have it if you want.” He folded his arms with a huff as you carefully pulled out the statue, shaped into a glorious portrayal of your go-to pokemon. Despite his claims, the craft was clearly handled with care- the edges smooth and flawless and the effects of the Pokemon’s typing visible with brightly colored resin. Your go-to was posed in an incredible way- badass and powerful and truly amazing.
“Ortega…did you make this for me?” You asked, looking over to find him having returned to his work. You might have been hallucinating, but you couldn’t help but note the growing flush against the back of his neck.
“Pfft- please. Like I said, I was tinkering. But…if you really like it-”
“I love it!” You cried, heart racing as you looked at the various angles. “I adore it! Thank you so much!”
“L-Like I said- it’s only a tinker!” Ortega fussed, neck coloring more as the blush spread to his ears. “But…yeah, I’m glad you love it.”
You grinned at him one more time before carefully placing the statue on the desk, leaning into your arms as you gazed upon its beautiful form.
Ortega might have been a brat, but when the softer parts come out; it makes it all worth it.
#headcanons to dabbles#dabble#ortega#reader insert#ortega x platonic!reader#fluff#It's one of Pokemon's many tsunderes!#We love to see it :3#I hope you like it!#pokemon#scarlet and violet
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hi hi! (o´▽`o) so i'm supposed to start playing genshin (hopefully) soon and i'm just waiting for my desk and other trinkets to get in and i've been wanting to play for a long while, so i was wondering if you have any tips for beginning? my dad's a genshin player too, but i wanna ask other people to see what would be best. and thank you if you answer this, you're awesome! ♡σ(•▿•σ) either way, i hope you have a good day!
omg babe, your dad‘s a genshin player? that‘s so cool, i love this 😏💝 you guys should co op together LMAOOAOA NO BUT for beginners i‘d say:
fall in love with the lore, it‘s amazing! don‘t rush the story and speedrun all the way to sumeru, idk that‘s just ??? enjoy it!! explore the different nations and the characters, they‘re all amazing! 🎀
the lore is really interesting and unique, as expected from hoyo because they‘re so good at world building imo. As someone who also plays honkai, i‘m so in love with all of it 🧸
if you‘re f2p, look through upcoming characters or characters you want and save up for them. You don‘t have to have the BEST characters out there, just spend your primos on your faves! 💝
focus to build 1 character at first, make them your main damage dealer and then pick 3 other characters so you have a full team and build them. It‘s good that you have 4 characters built to be able to go through the story. (this is easier than you might think dw!)
also if you‘re f2p, be mindful with who you‘re building/ascending because materials are kinda grindy to get!! 🌸
DO THE ABYSS I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH!!! because you get xiangling who‘s such a good 4 star, one of the best out there imo and you can also get collei!! (and you get primos)
pick up whatever you find and fight all the enemies you see to gather a lot of materials at the start!!! 🤍
don‘t abandon your teapot, in the long run it‘s a life saver, you can get primos from there, resin and friendship xp, not to mention that building the teapot is so calming in my eyes 💝
i think that‘s all that crossed my mind rn, honestly just have fun with it, it‘s an incredible story 💝
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It Never Ends
(07/03/2023: mountain hiking)
“Daddy, are we there yet?”
“Not yet, Isaac.”
“Daddy, I’m bored.”
“We’re almost there, Isaac. You wanna take a look?”
The van crunched slowly through the narrow gravel road as it approached the foot of the mountain. The trees slowly passed the van, greeting them with their branches as they swayed in the late autumn breeze. Isaac took off his seatbelt and leapt towards the front seat beside his father. Seeing the mountain occupy most of his field of view, growing more in their approach, Isaac let out a sound of wonder and amazement.
The van crawled past a large wooden sign that had golden text emblazoned on a field of white, but the paint had mostly faded or peeled off, which gave the looming mountain a sense of antiquity. A forgotten piece of the Earth that has remained untouched by human hands. As they passed the sign, Isaac read out the discoloured text.
“‘Mount Moriah’? Daddy, why do you think it’s called that?”
“Beats me.” He let out a long yawn. As he approached a small clearing where he can park the van, he let out a deep yet strained sigh as he stretched his legs out of the van. “We’re here, Isaac.”
The two of them stepped out of the van, both stretching their backs and limbs after having been stuck in the vehicle for a seven-hour drive. They both had to wake up long before the sun rose if they wanted to make the most of this trip.
They paused for about a minute to take in their surroundings. The road stopped just past the clearing heading into the mountain. Pine and juniper trees shrouded the mountain with their twisting and towering structures. Their bristled leaves provided an ambience of prickling noise and resinous odour carried by the wind. The only contrast to the deep green of the mountain was the yellowish green of the marigold buds standing in the same clearing that Isaac and his father were standing in.
Isaac ran to a small patch of marigold buds and kneeled to look closer at them. “Daddy, why haven’t these flowers bloomed yet?”
“It’s just not their time yet,” the father answers. Isaac made a face indicating he wasn’t happy with his answer. He was taking out the equipment that they needed for their hike through Mount Moriah. He put the large bags of hiking gear and supplies, a tent, and two flasks filled with water onto the grass. In the corner of his eye, he found a glint of light just under the seat. He bent down to retrieve whatever was down there, but he feels a sharp pain shoot down his finger. When he drew back his arm, he noticed a small drip of blood running down his index finger. He reached down again, very carefully, to pull out a hunting knife that had slipped out of one of the bags. He emitted an irritated sigh as he slid the knife into his pocket while he sucked on his finger.
Coming around the van with the gear, he noticed Isaac sulking while he continued to stare at the marigolds. He let out another sigh and knelt next to Isaac.
“Look, Isaac. Do you see the yellow tips on these buds?” Isaac nodded.
“They’re just about ready to bloom. You feel that cold breeze?” Isaac craned his neck upward to tune in to the atmosphere. The wind stung his nose a little bit as he inhaled. He nodded again.
“These marigolds usually bloom as the winter starts. So, if we come back next week, you should be able to see the marigolds.” Isaac began to perk up again after his explanation.
“Daddy, how do you know all this?”
“Just trust me.” He briefly reminisced about a time before Isaac had been born. When the doctor told his wife she was pregnant with Isaac, she immediately laughed at the insinuation. He and his wife both knew that at their age, pregnancy is hardly an option anymore, but the doctor reassured her that she was indeed carrying a child. Even he remembered laughing when she came back home with the news. But the realisation slowly arrived at him as she showed him the scans that the doctor gave to her. After multiple failed attempts at conceiving, they had given up trying, especially when she had gone past the point where she could no longer. It was a difficult choice not to have children, especially when it felt like she had been strongarmed into this situation. Which is why they were filled with such mirth at the news of Isaac’s arrival.
He gave a light but forlorn chuckle and stood up as he finished his memory, “Come on, Isaac.” He offered his hand, which Isaac firmly holds, “Let’s start hiking.”
They take their bags and flasks and proceeded to walk towards the entrance of the mountain. There was no real entrance to Mount Moriah, but a pair of juniper trees had twisted around each other at their apices which formed an arch that somewhat resembled an entrance to a palace.
As they both crossed the threshold, there came what felt like an immediate change in the atmosphere. Birdsongs became more distinct and individual from each other; the towering trees created a dappled canopy overhead, which cast shimmering shadows onto the mountain floor. The smoky odour emitted by the trees intensified to a sharp and pleasantly bitter aroma. Every footstep they took crunched into the earth as they left their solid tracks in the dust.
“Daddy, why does it smell here?” Isaac asked. His father took a deep inhale, and gave his response, “They come from the trees. Hardly anything grows here except for pines and junipers.” He looked up at the canopy, then back down to Isaac. He’d been standing about three feet away from Isaac; any closer and Isaac would’ve been hidden by his height, “That smell you’re smelling comes from the leaves, the sap, the fruit, everything.”
“Daddy, where did this mountain come from?” Isaac had always been an inquisitive child, ever since he’d learnt how to speak. His father, being the most weathered and experienced in the world, had always been to answer his endless lines of questioning. Even as his mother held him in her arms, Isaac’s father recalled her saying, “He’ll grow up to be so smart. I just know it.”
He cleared his throat as he prepared his answer for Isaac, “I want you to put your hands like this,” He pointed his fingers at each other with his palms facing down; Isaac copied, “Now I want you to slowly push them together. Like this,” He pushed his fingers inwards. As they met, he applied more force, causing his fingers to slope upward. Isaac did the same, but he made a confused face, “I don’t get it.”
“The world we are in right now is made up of plates. Plates that are always rubbing up or smashing into each other. When two plates push and smash into each other,” He repeated the hand movement he showed Isaac, “They form mountains.”
Isaac rebutted with another question, “How come we don’t feel it coming up right now, then?”
“Well, the whole process takes hundreds and thousands and millions of years. You’re hardly going to be able to feel it happening.”
“Daddy, how do you know so much?”
“...A magic wizard gave me all the knowledge of the universe.” He gave Isaac a sideward glance before giving a gruff chortle that echoed into the trees. Isaac laughed along with him as they continued their trek. Isaac kept on with his questions, some relating to things in the forest, like the birds, the rocks, and the dirt. And some related to the outside world, like volcanoes, hospitals, the planets, and the minutiae of life. His father was always ready to answer.
Times like this, where Isaac and his father can get time alone, had become increasingly rare as they continued growing in their respective lives.
“Daddy, what happens when we die?” Isaac’s father slows down his stride.
“Why do you ask, Isaac?”
“Well, the kids at school keep saying weird stuff about Mommy.”
“What do you mean?” His voice started turning more bitter.
“They keep saying she died.”
“No, she’s not dead.” Isaac’s father mumbled. He refused to clarify further as he urged Isaac to continue hiking. “Don’t listen to those kids. Your mother didn’t die. She just...left,” his voice faltered, but Isaac didn’t notice.
“Is it my fault?”
His father balled his hands into fists, “No, Isaac. It’s not your fault. Don’t ever think it was your fault.” Fragments of memories flashed in split-second screenshots. A speedy car ride. A woman screaming in pain. A hospital. A child. Happiness. Surrounded by family. An argument with her father. High tension. A flurry of blips and beeps. They’re quickening. Packed bags. Her father looks at him with disdain. Resentment. She was still, a smile on her face. Rose-coloured cheeks. Rapid breaths. The child is watching. Regret. Red. Red. Red.
“Daddy?” Isaac’s voice interrupted his trance.
“Huh? What? What is it, Isaac?” They had been walking for a while, and he could not recognize where they were. The trees bunched closer together, which closed up the canopy and dimmed the forest floor.
“What is that?” Isaac pointed further ahead into the woods. A small wooden shack stood on stilts. The dark brown wood of the shack made it blend in with the trees of the mountain.
“Hmm. Looks like a storehouse.”
“A what?”
“Like our pantry at home. Just bigger”
“Let’s look at it!”
“Isaac, wai-!” Isaac bolted off to the shack with his father running behind him.
The wooden storehouse stood before them; the stilts added an intimidating height.
“This feels familiar.” Isaac chimed.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know”
“Ok, c’mon, Isaac. Let’s keep goi-”
“I wanna see inside!” Isaac ran to the other side of the shack, which had a set of stairs to climb up to the storehouse. His father followed with reluctance.
“Isaac, please be careful.” He held Isaac’s hand firmly as he opened the door. The hinges squealed as the door revealed the inside of the storehouse.
There didn’t seem to be anything inside save for some cans and bottles. A musty and stale odour entered their noses. A table stood in the middle of the single room. On the wall that faced them, there was an engraving carved into the wood, in an old language:
your eternal punishment
“Daddy, what does that say?”
Silence.
“Daddy?”
Stillness.
“Daddy, what are you doing?”
Fragments of memories coming together. Mosaics from the past. He drives his wife to the hospital. They wanted to avoid the ambulance fees, so she sat in the back of his car and screamed. They lived quite far from the nearest hospital, so he had to keep going and going, going faster and faster. They made it to the hospital safely.
He lifts Isaac, kicking, screaming, and crying, and holds him onto the table.
Some of her family and some of his family arrived at the hospital after he had told them what was happening. Her father was there, standing sternly and away from the group, anxiously waiting for the arrival of the little one. Her muffled screams echoed down the hall as nurses rush in and out of the room. It’s taking a really long time. It’s taking too long. Why is it taking so long? Everyone starts becoming worried.
With his free hand, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the hunting knife.
The screams stopped. Everyone is waiting for the doctor with bated breath. The doors fling open, and the doctor announces that the baby has been born. Cheers erupted from the waiting room, the only one not cheering is the father, still standing sternly.
He brings the knife to Isaac’s neck, pressing onto the soft flesh, his constant thrashing causing some blood to drip out.
Her father goes into the room, and he follows behind him. You see the child, and your wife, the image of their embrace embedded in your memory. He sees her father whispering in her ear. Her face is incredulous as she throws curses at her father. And all of a sudden, she stops. Her monitors begin to emit rapid beeping as doctors and nurses rush in. He is ushered out of the room along with her father.
“Daddy, please stop!” Isaac begs incessantly.
What did he say to her? He backed her father into a corner and grabbed him by the lapel of his suit. Blinded by rage, regret, and the void in his heart, he could only make out a few of his words, “Disapprove...sacrifice...obedience...Isaac...punishment...” The cup overflows, and her father is on the floor, unconscious.
He stares blank-eyed into Isaac’s tear-filled eyes.
The funeral was short and unceremonious. He held Isaac in his arms and felt something. Something ugly. A hideous feeling. He hated him.
He digs in.
No. More memories flood in. You watched him fall asleep in your arms as he covered his pink face with his arms. You saw him take his first steps and laugh with glee as he said his first words. He grew up faster than you had anticipated. He never noticed how much his eyes looked like hers. The first time Isaac properly called him his father. The first time Isaac said he loves him. Love. He loves Isaac.
The hunting knife dropped on the floor, splattering drops of blood onto the wooden floor. He threw Isaac up into his arms and embraced him as tight as he could. The number of times he said, “I’m sorry” is enough to fill a novel. Isaac still cried and quivered, his face buried on his father’s shoulder.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Isaac?”
“Daddy?”
“What is it?”
“Daddy, are we there yet?”
“Not yet, Isaac.”
“But Daddy, I’m reaaaally bored.”
The van crunched through the narrow gravel road as Mount Moriah approached.
#writing#short story#mountain hiking#you can tell i really rushed this one towards the end#the your eternal punishment part was initially in greek but my friend suggested to just imply that it was in greek so i just#left it in english
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Jasper - This was a dump pour (that's when at the end of a resin session, you put all the leftovers from whatever mixes you made during the session to fill one last mold), I love how mineral it turned out !
Dump pours are either amazing or super ugly, and usually impossible to recreate 😂
#my dice#diceyclipse#crystal d6#crystal dice#crystal#resin dice#alt shaped dice#polyhedral dice#handmade dice#ttrpg dice#dnd dice#dice maker#dice making
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kate, I got a solution to my overthinking, this idea came to my mind when I was on the bus, so whenever I overthink. I made myself a song to sing or murmur whenever I do, and discard myself and my mind so it goes like this: don't ever think bad things, don't let these thoughts break your heart, the bodies that are used to overthink always sings this song every night" this was inspired by a Turkish song called kotu kotu seyler by resin in, and while I was listening to it. I was like why not so here am, now a lot of things are happening in my life, and I did a bunch of mistakes lately so hopefully, my idea will help me. I Am singing this while am. Sending an ask to you lol anyways what do you think about it? And sorry if I spammed you without knowing lol. You can ignore this if that's the case tho <3
I think that if it helps you, then that's amazing! Whatever helps people cope better and feel better is a good strategy in my eyes.
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Request for the boys with a reader who makes soaps and had their own little business.
Alpheratz: He gives advice and will help you out a little if you ask, but that is about all he does. Makes sure you know that you will not have a lot of customers in the beginning, it takes time. He is good at noticing scams.
Arcturus: You can connect your stuff. Usually he prefers just knitting for his friends, but he would not mind knitting a bit more to expand your store. If you dedicate a social media page to your shop, he is ready to fill it with pictures of you two working and chilling.
Pollux: If you just opened your store, he will be your first customer. Orders literally your entire stock because he is supportive and bad with money. If you have a make-up shop, you will see him wear it every day. Nail polish becomes his newest obsession and can do a perfect manicure by the end of the day.
Sirius: He offers to take care of your advertising for free. Because having a shop is great, but if no one can find it, it will not be of much use to you. Pays for posts so your shop gets a lot of exposure. He can take amazing pictures and eventually learns how to photoshop. Do not take his suggestions, please. What if you mix slime with juice instead of activator? Epoxy resin of a meatball? Claims that he would pay for it.
Spica: Helps in whatever way he can imagine. Will read up on tips and tricks for you to use. He supports small businesses regularly and most of his groceries come from local farmers anyways. Skin-care with only organic ingredients, this man has it all. He will give your products honest replies and advice.
Vega: Call him your personal assistance, because he wants to help your store by helping you create. Especially during stressful seasons, such as christmas or eastern, he will help you stay organized and stocked up. His predictions about what products will be most popular are usually correct, with one or two exceptions.
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Morrowind has had a really weird modding history. In its early days, Morrowind was one of the few only fantasy games that had open, accessible modding to the degree that it had. No, let’s be honest: it, along with Neverwinter Nights, was one of the only 2 fantasy games that had any real meaningfully accessible modding whatsoever.
It also came out about the same time as Lord of the Rings, and it attracted a lot of what is a dying genre--the wicca-in-aesthetics, the kind of people who have little fairy statues all around the house, who are dragon otherkins but in the 80s understanding of dragons, people who have “winsome dragon statues” made of cheap resin sitting on their computer desks, who go to renaissance faires in vaguely-medieval dresses and buy lots of incense and quote Monty Python often.
No judgements, this is the kind of person I wanted to grow up to be as a kid and I’m deeply disappointed we never made it to that point but life kind of sucks forever, so whatever! Except for the quoting Monty Python part, we have an ENTIRE OTHER rant saved up for that.
Our point we’re trying to make: Morrowind has a very strong, very cohesive setting and aesthetic. Compared to stuff like Ultima, which had a lot of “lore” but was ultimately still very much... very much generic fantasy by comparison? Morrowind takes place in a weird place undergoing colonization, but also trying itself to execute colonization/slavery on OTHERS too.
A place with a deeply entrenched religion, a uniquely bizarre culture, it was, at the time, absolutely mindblowing to see something BESPOKE in a fantasy game when the alternative was, always, remixes of the same handful of generic Tolkein-derived nothings.
Not to say that Morrowind’s setting is honestly like, super great or mindbreaking--it was great in the CONTEXT relative to its contemporaries. Morrowind’s setting is honestly kind of bland in a lot of ways to me these days and it’s why I fuck around in my own settings so much, even if you don’t get to see very much of it. You dont’ see us playing Morrowind either not everything has to be shared with you.
ANYWAY.
Our point: Bethesda, back when it had some good things still in it, went “Here’s this bizarre fucking fantasy setting, it’s weird as fuck and has a ton of internal contexts and consistencies.”
And the modding community went “Nice, I want to put Drow in.” Some of them went as far as “dark elf” and went “Ah, the Dunmer must be like the Drow, they probably have the same culture.” Some modders went “neat, a fantasy game, here’s my mod that adds a pixie who runs a shop in Balmora!”
You had people like Sabregirl who was putting in races from their original setting so you had fox people and bird-dragons with dialogue about their space civilization. You had moogles. You had Lord of the Rings.
People just layered their generic fantasy onto Morrowind, never engaging with its weird setting, and it was wild. It was weird. It was all there--the setting was waiting to be explored, and people just wanted... here’s my magic unicorn elf dragon fantasy girl with huge eyes and dragonfly wings :3 in this... setting about racism, xenophobia, and lies.
it was great.
One of the best examples of this is the venerable and amazing Uvirith’s Legacy+Building up Uvirith’s Legacy. It’s a great, great fucking “house” mod that expands Tel Uvirith from a shitty little tower into an entire expansion pack with dozens of quests, very minor city management mechanics, a bunch of fun new characters.
Stuporstar made it out of several previous Uvirith mods and did a lot of work bringing it up to code as something new and great and all their own (although I also gutted it and redecorated the interior to suit my moods better but that’s Morrowind baybey)
And it, for the most part, does engage with the actual Morrowind of Morrowind--but it has a TON of holdovers of this older, sillier Morrowind, and I think it’s a great window into it.
It lets you be a proper Telvanni--here’s your tower, here are the slaves you hold in the basement and they’re trying to escape so you chase them down and catch them. This slave complains and makes it clear you are an absolute fucking bastard and you can, you know, free her, or you can take her out into the Molag Amur and murder her.
Your head-of-guard staff is a torture fetishist and you have a prison of prisoners you can exploit. Your library has a skeleton who lives in it. There’s a lich tomb deep underground you can break into and find the original Uvirith and you can fucking just kill him fuck that guy you’re cooler than he is. It’s very “You’re a Telvanni, they’re basically immoral, immortal assholes.”
But it also has things like an ogrim named Cartman because he’s FAT XD
It has, I think it’s a holdover from the earliest versions of the mod, a companion named: Sara N’Trasha.
Who is a Dunmer Ashlander from a thousand years ago.
Wearing modern Orcish armor.
Now, see, Dunmer Ashlander culture has names with phonemes like “Ashamal Abaddamasad” and “Ahhe-Ari Zainsumani”
This character is named Sara N’Trasha.
Sara is a Bretonic name--probably the least interesting of TES’ fantasy is a place literally called Bretony, and yes, someone named “Sara” would be from Brettony. N’Trasha... oh boy. The X’Y structure is seen in Khajiiti names, but N’ isn’t a valid prefix, at least in the time of Morrowind. Trasha also isn’t really a valid Khajiit name--Rasha is, but a “tr” sound for a female is usually followed by softer, vowel-heavy syllables. Rasha would be a male name, anyway. female names are more like “Ahnassi” “Tsrazami” etc.
Also Orc armor--I guess maybe she looted it from an Orc warrior during the 1st era wars I guess? I don’t know man.
But this is my favorite example of the complete disinterest in engaging with the setting in early Morrowind modding. They saw characters sometimes had names with apostrophes in them. They knew there were guys called Ashlanders.
Sara N’Trasha.
Stuporstar has talked about updating the mod and I think renaming Sara was on the docket, but I haven’t seen much word of any updates in years and I’m strongly tempted to just dig around in the mod and rename her myself so it doesn’t bother me as much, el oh el.
But my point is, it’s, it’s an incredible example of the complete lack of interest in very early era Morrowind modding to actually engage with the setting of the thing you’re putting so much work into. It’s mindblowing.
We have a bit of the opposite problem of that in the modern era, I think.
Uvirith’s Legacy has a bit of that, too, and it’s a good intro to this other problem: trying to alter the vanilla game to fit a plothole you yourself created.
UL also adds magic pages that summon a daedra when you interact with it. At some point, whichever modder (stuporstar or someone else??) started it went “How can Gothren have permanantly summoned Daedra when YOU the player CAN’T?”
And invented the pages as the way to summon daedra, and wrote a bunch of dialogue where oh, of course Gothren used these magic pages to summon them permanently.
Except. Except that wasn’t a plothole. We know that there are rituals that bind daedra long-term, but for gameplay reasons the player only ever gets short-term summons. It’s an example of inventing a plothole and trying to fix it.
I feel like we’re dangerously close to seeing that with Tamriel Rebuilt.
Tamriel Rebuilt’s original inception of the Telvanni lands has a lot of the touches of this old philosphy. The silly, Python-esque, do-your-own-thing stuff. There’s an edgelordy Morag Tong base where they go “Don’t kill anyone at night... a true assassin does it in the daylight... watch me cut this hair in half with a knife now.”
And they’re planning on going back to the Telvanni zones and redoing them! That’s great.
But also like, I had a look again at their design documents and on the docket is: demoting Archmagister Gothren to a Wizard or whatever. Why? Because they wrote DIFFERENT lore where there’s an even older COOLER Telvanni wizard, who fits the Telvanni lore better, and now he’s the archmagister.
They are now at the point of looking at Morrowind’s original lore and setting and going “not good enough” which is, which is fine, Morrowind is lacking in a lot of ways. Gothren is a pushover baby bitch, unless you’re using MDMD, in which case no I’m sorry I made him so he can fuck you up rightly. But he’s a boring nothingburger, that’s true, sure.
But now we have Tamriel Rebuilt considering completely redoing House Telvanni on the mainland too--which would make every single Telvanni mod that isn’t updated to match the new improved TR lore out of date.
That’s mostly because they invented an OC and to fix the plot holes their own invention caused, want to alter all of the original Morrowind, rather than fitting TR to fit the vanilla.
Thankfully they seem to be backtracking Mouths being mind-wiped mind-clones of the Wizards which they invented to fix a problem they themselves also invented--my point! My point.
We now have mods taking the lore more seriously than the base game, and creating plotholes in the opposite direction--it now makes the original game look unimaginative, so the original game is going to need to be heavily modified to fit the new TR stuff.
But there’s so many mods coming out for vanilla that also respect and improve on the lore. And now there’s no central governing body. RandomPal did TelAruhn Chronicles which makes it feel way more like a center of power for the isolated Archmagister. MDMD (that was me!) made Gothren powerful and scary so it feels like yeah, yeah this guy could have survived with a bullseye on him this long no problem.
We have mods like UL, which, even if needing a few updates to sort of fit the more lore-respectful era we’re in, reference Gothren as Archmagister. We have mort’s redone Rise of House Telvanni for goodness’ sakes.
And here comes Tamriel Rebuilt... just... planning on rewriting the vanilla game to fix a plothole they themselves invented, which will, itself, create even more plotholes with every other mod that hasn’t been updated to match their own homebrewed lore.
hurr Autumn if this upsets you so much why don’t you do something about it fuck you okay look, we don’t have the time or energy to do Tamriel Rebuilt right now. Life is really fucking dumb (so fucking incredibly dumb) and if we’re going to put that much energy into a creative work it’s going to be something of our own stuff because, honestly, honestly, none of us ever liked working in someone else’s playground when it’s so easy to make your own that just lets you do what you wanted without having to skirt dissonance levels.
Morrowind modding has always been, and will always be, kind of a giant fucking mess, and I love it for that.
I mean this is the game where the default body mod everyone based everything else around, because it was so early back in the day that no one else could MAKE body mods, the one standardized body mod we all use has giant fucking tits because LOL.
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It was a pretty nice day. I feel tired but in a nice way. Like I accomplished stuff and feel good about it.
I slept okay last night. Waking up was hard. But it's all good. James had gone for a ride before I woke up. And when I got up they were here. They made the bed while I got dressed and ordered us bagels for pick up. And very soon we were off.
We drove to Charles village first to get our bagels. And then off to camp. We got there a little before 930. And it was a beautiful day. A little cold but the sun was out and I was feeling good.
We checked in with Elizabeth and she gave me the key for the supply building. And then we were off.
Me and James went to the lodge first and ran through the programs. Then went and got the supplies. James was lovely and carried the heavy stuff. Love them so much.
We set up smaller versions of three of the programs. We also set up the intro. I don't think I could have done this without James. They ran around getting B roll. They talked me through the script. And kept me from repeating myself. It would have been so much worse without them. And really I was just having fun doing this with them. It was such a nice my morning.
It was hard to film and not feel awkward but I did my best and looking back over what we filmed I think I did a good job. I made James lead the cordage part of the program and be in the games portion with me. It was just fun and I love making them a part of something I really care about. And they know so much so that's also really helpful. Both about Native American history and about filming/directing. They are the best.
We worked for about 3 hours and then went to the office to chat with Heather and Alexi. I brought up the full time stuff and they are like yes let's make a time to have a more formal conversation and talk about how much I should be paid. And I don't know when that is but I am glad they understand that's going to be the big deciding factor. Fingers crossed that what I need is in the budget.
We left there and headed to hunt valley. We went to Michaels so I could get the resin I like. And then walked over to the Wegmans to get groceries.
We wandered around there. James gets uncomfy when they don't know the layout of the grocery store but I like a hunt. It was nice to wander around and find the things on our list. Which we have been pretty successful with sticking it. Proud of us.
We headed back to the city next. The sky was getting cloudy. James was tired but still took me to artist and Craftsman so I could get smooth on mold making mix. I was surprised that Michaels didn't have it but I have a gift card for A&C so it was like getting both things for $20. Excellent.
James's energy was a little off. They weren't themselves. But we would get home. And struggle to get our stuff inside. A bunch of it fell out of the car and then my necklace came off and stuff rolled under the car and we were both frustrated. But we got it together and got it inside.
Where there was a birthday gift for me!! It was the MCR Tshirt Tucker got for me. Amazing. I am thrilled.
But then my blood sugar dropped like crazy and I started shaking and seeing black spots and was desperately trying to open the chocolate raisins and peanut butter pretzels I got at the store. And once I ate I felt a lot better but that's as scary.
I hung out on the couch and tried to get myself together. James would heat us up leftover pizza which was good. Better then it was last night. And once I felt okay again I would go start making my mold.
I didnt realize this was a slow setting version of smooth on. Weird. No idea why you would want that but whatever. I had to mix two sets to fill the container but I am excited to be making molds again. I always loved mold making and resin casting. And I'm excited to do it again!!
I left the mold to set. I'll check it tomorrow. And went to hang out on the couch and drew on my tablet. Which is going super well. Having the solid bear base I can just pluck and draw on over and over is perfect for me. I made a little musuem educator with a BMI apron and an oyster and knife. And then I made a basket of strawberries. It feels nice to have some direction with this project. Maybe I can figure out how to make some of them into enamel pins. We will see!
I got a little cold and moved to the bed. And eventually I fell asleep. When I woke up it was sleeting and raining. James was here and said they were going to make bread and spaghetti for dinner. I asked for some of my leftover salad. And then I went to take a bath while they cooked.
It was a nice little bath. And it was so nice to have dinner together. I love my James so much.
After dinner we went to their room to watch the last of us. I worked on my knitting which I am behind on. But I got 5 rows done during the hour show. It was a really good episode. I am glad Jess and James convinced me to sit down and watch it. Sweetp cuddled up with me and it was so cute when he flopped on me. I love my cat so much.
And now we are in bed. I am tired and it is rainy and windy outside. But I am happy. I hope you are all having a good night and are cozy and warm. I have a busy day at the museum tomorrow!! Wish me luck!!
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Kick Leg
Here we have a single Gong Jun fashion fig (although the fig maker is currently in production on his husband).
The inspiration for this fig is exactly this charming photo:
I have to admit this is not an outfit I personally find inspiring. I believe my actual words when I saw this picture were something like, "why would you put so handsome a man in that??", but now I see the error of my ways. This is a bright, colorful, fun outfit that a handsome man can look delightfully playful in.
Said handsome man came packed in a protective polystyrene mailer in a plain white box! I really like it when the makers pack the soft fluff in around the fig, it feels extra special protective to me.
Fair warning, this fig is insanely cute. Like illegally cute. The detail is outstanding - look at that ombre on his purple shirt, and the pattern on his jacket, the long cuffs on his hands, and the snappy shoes. His hair is tousled and perfect. And the eyes.
So fun and jaunty! I was such a FOOL as to think this was not a great outfit!
I am so happy the fig maker put him on a stand like this. He's not removable (nor do I want him to be!), and he's just casually standing there, one leg kicked up, being perfect.
LOOK at this detail. I am in raptures of delight at this fig! The 3-D nature of the open jacket sleeve is amazing.
He's even super sweet from the shot above. What a delight.
Did you open this blog post expecting lethal amounts of cuteness to be unleashed on you like a tidal wave? I took these pics and wrote this post and I still was not adequately prepared for this extreme closeup!
Look at the purple lining on the inside of this jacket. The longer shirt length in back. The cut-open shirt detail at the armpit (?? what clothing designer thought that was a good idea?? whatever, I am no longer here to argue with greatness!). The detail on the white shoes. The upticked corners of his softly smiling mouth!
Ugh, UGH I say. I can't take it! My HEART. I am a grown adult and I just can't take the cuteness! Given how fantastic this fig is, I really am excited to see Zhehan's fig come out of production, another godawfully ugly tremendously inspired fashion photo one.
Material: Resin
Fig Count: 222
Scene Count: 18
Rating: Brilliant. Inspired. Revolutionary! Sartorially ahead of it's time!
[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]
#junzhe#gong jun#shl cast#word of honor cast#figthusiast#bg photo credit stephanie klepacki on unsplash
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How were you able to get into so many different crafts? Do you have a dedicated craft room? (Ur entire setup is aspirational to me as a college student!)
I have an office that has become my craft room!! My computer is in there and I work from home so I work in there too, but most of the space is dedicated to different tools/workspaces.
MESSY but here's the majority of my office. I have 3 desks in a big C shape. The left desk has all my sewing stuff, middle has my cricut and computer, then right has all my resin casting stuff and little SLA 3D printer. There's a paper drying station above it that I made from vinyl record racks mounted sideways lol
Off to the far left you can see part of an enormous shelf where I store other tools abd materials (keyboard building stuff, rug making stuff, knitting machine, spray paints, bulky sewing materials, dremel kit, serger, regular printer, sewing patterns, unfinished sewing projects, my old sewing machine, packaging for my store, god what else...)
If you want to get into a lot of hobbies it will seem really daunting with how many tools you need to buy, but realistically you shouldn't expect to get everything you want/need all at once. (DON'T get into leathercraft unless you can buy a lot of stuff immediately btw)
I started just with sewing years ago. The sewing machine I had was a tiny little Kenmore my mom got me for Christmas when I was in 5th or 6th grade. I stuck with that for a long time while slowly picking up more stuff.
Second hand is the best way to go for getting new tools when you join a hobby. Ebay is ok but people will try to rip you off sometimes. Shopgoodwill randomly has amazing deals on equipment. I you can get lucky with them for sergers and sewing machines if you're ok waiting around for specific models or buying older models that are available.
Joann Fabrics has great sales every so often on various sewing machines, but I've become partial to Ken's Sewing Center because they carry refurbished items with pretty decent discounts. Costco also has sewing machine deals but I haven't explored that option super well. Heads up though sewing machine and the like prices have gone up a lot the past 2 years :/
My knitting machine I got for an AMAZING deal on eBay because it was from an estate sale (like $100 shipped, which is nuts), and the serger I'm "borrowing" from my sister. Also I got a TON of knitting needles and crochet hooks from goodwill once for next to nothing.
Being buddies with boomers can get you cheap or free tools too. My stepdad gave me a dremel he never used and also a hot knife that I have somewhere. Also keep your ideal purchases in mind and watch out for sales rather than impulse buying. My 3D printer was on sale for $100 from $150 so that guy wasn't too costly.
Um I kind of went off here lol but just keep a list of what interests you and have patience and you can build up a mighty collection of tools. Just be careful because space becomes a premium after a while :')
As for actually getting into different crafts, I like to see what other artists are making and watch tutorial videos for random stuff to see if the craft seems fun. and like 99% of the time whatever the thing is does seem super fun to me. it's especially interesting when a new craft is something I can incorporate with a craft I already know to expand upon a skill I already have.
This is why I love when my friends show off their art and why I set up a discord for sharing your art. It's so inspiring just to be around other artists and bounce ideas around with them!!
I think the only craft that's ever turned me off though was macrame because you have to be ORGANIZED to do that and omg I am not.
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eddie munson plays genshin impact
this is a shower thought post. something random i just thought about. i’m pretty sure eddie would play genshin impact regardless if it’s “too colorful” or whatever reason someone comes up with. he’s a nerd and i believe he would love it. the open world, the high fantasy, the lore. he would.
either way, don’t take this post too seriously?
these head canons were also written during ver. 2.8
dustin introduces eddie to genshin impact. and eddie had his doubts.
“this looks like any other anime game.”
“but it’s not like any other anime game!” dustin says. “just try it out. see if you like it.”
eddie wouldn’t mind playing as either lumine or aether. but he accidentally chooses aether after pressing on a button while it’s over him. he sticks with it anyways.
finds the lore of the vision fascinating and enjoys how it’s individual to the characters.
eddie plays d&d. which obviously means he’s good at math. and because of that, he’s amazing at building. probably has sheets of papers dedicated to characters and certain builds for them.
heavy grinder. isn’t afraid to grind for hours on end. though because of his grinding, especially for ascension materials, he’s always out of resin. and whenever he gets original resin, he uses it for grinding.
never uses primogems to refill his resin.
eddie’s skill in math also makes him great with gacha pulling. of course, there are times where luck comes into play. but he knows how to calculate his gacha rates so he can get banner characters.
doesn’t necessarily have a favorite vision. but he definitely has a lot of fun using pyro and anemo characters.
favorite character is xinyan, who’s also his profile picture in game. he loves her personality and her rock star attitude. her fashion is on point as well. on top of that, she has a guitar. what’s there not to love?
he mains xinyan too and actively defends her.
other characters he enjoys include: venti, zhongli, yae miko, mona, klee, albedo, thoma, and eula.
absolutely enjoys using klee. he thinks she’s adorable. eddie always has klee on the same team as albedo too.
has a love-hate relationship with childe.
on one hand, he loves the lore aspect of childe (and thus the fatui). the idea of delusions and thus having a second vision? amazing. awesome. hates the fact that he can’t use childe’s delusion and is stuck with hydro. (it also definitely took a rerun for childe to come home to him)
loves fighting the oceanids. don’t know why but he gives me those vibes. he enjoys the challenge with the electro oceanid.
does his commissions in inazuma. he lives for the challenge that comes with the stronger enemies (even if they’re a bitch to fight).
curses. a lot. probably says “you were the chosen one!” (as a reference to star wars) when xinyan or any of his other favorite characters dies.
has a general preference of catalysts and claymores being his preferred weapons of choice. needs at least one of them on his teams.
co-opts with his friends except he has to go to their worlds because his world level is so high that they can’t go into his own. eddie has a lot of fun grinding with them and overall messing around with them in the game. he’s happy to lend a helping hand.
main team includes: xinyan, venti, yae miko, and klee.
always has a surplus of ingredients because he doesn’t cook a lot in the game.
eddie would either play on the computer or the ps system. he would never do mobile. doesn’t shame mobile players but he doesn’t understand how someone could. it doesn’t seem right to him.
he’s all about consuming the lore. so you bet he’s reading every line of dialogue. and he can probably recall most, if not all, details of the lore. he also reads the manga/manhwa on top of that.
definitely thinks the harbringers have some of the best designs in the game (and that childe is the worst looking one probably). “dottore! what an upgrade!” (not that he didn’t like dottore’s manga appearance. it has it’s own charm)
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@we-will-begin-again (from Lucille for Rick's 🎂🎉)
Lucille had had the holster hidden in her trailer since... well, she'd lost fucking count of how long it had been since she'd seen it among the things Jesus brought back to Hilltop from one of his trips out, and taken it because the first thing that had crossed her mind upon seeing the somehow unscathed in this apocalypse, dark leather colt python holster with a fern-like design carved on it, was "This would look fuckin' amazing attached to Rick's hip."
Then Carl, whose second favorite thing to do right after sneaking out and sending everyone's stress levels through the roof seemed to be playing matchmaker for his dad, told her that he believed Rick's birthday was coming up, and they'd checked and confirmed: his birthday was coming up. It sent Lucille on a scavenging trip of her own, both to find something to clean and polish leather with, and something to present the gift in. The first turned out to be easier than the second, because shoe polishing supplies didn't break apart as easily as gift bags and boxes did when exposed to the elements and, well, to the undead apocalypse that was their new normal.
But gift wrap proved the superior material to use on birthday presents, as she was able to find just enough of it —christmas patterned, but whatever, it was going to get ripped off anyway— to present Rick with the gift when the day finally came.
She didn't known how to go about it, so she just knocked on his door, told him to close his eyes and hold his hands out as soon as Rick opened it, and dropped the gift on his hands.
"Carl told me your birthday was coming up, so... happy birthday! Judith helped," Lucille told him, even if Judith had been more interested in trying to eat the resin when she'd been polishing the leather holster than in helping.
Send my muse(s) birthday messages! - @we-will-begin-again
Rick had been enjoying his trips to Hilltop more and more, and he'd been taken them more often. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't because of Lucille because it absolutely was. He enjoyed her company, and he liked the fact that she wasn't afraid to call him out when she absolutely needed to. He'd also be lying if he said it didn't turn him on, too.
But this trip had been different. He'd brought both Carl and Judith on this trip. Judith had taken up with Lucille rather quickly the first time they had met so when she saw her, she was super excited and ran to her. He couldn't stop smiling at the memory. He loved seeing his children happy.
It was a little past eight o'clock at night when there was a knock on his door. He'd just put Judith to bed so he was curious as to who it could be, but then he heard her voice through the darkened oak. He smirked when she instructed him to close his eyes but did as he was told.
He opened the door and held out his hands. He felt the crinkle of wrapping paper. Curious, he opened his eyes and saw the Christmas design on the paper. He couldn't stop the smile that tugged at his lips as he quickly opened it and let the paper fall to the floor. He inspected the holster carefully, almost as if he was in complete awe of it. The smell of leather and polish gave him a bit of a thrill. He could tell that she’d taken great care to get it ready for him. "It's beautiful." He chuckled softly hearing that Carl had spilled the beans about his birthday. "I'd almost forgotten it this year," he admitted.
He gestured for her to step into the room, putting his finger to his lips as he pointed toward the bed where Judith was sleeping. He reached for his worn out holster and Colt and slipped the weapon gently from it before sliding it into the new holster and promptly strapped it to his hips. "It's perfect." He moved toward her, hand on her hip as he leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Thank you."
He then slipped a finger under her chin, lifting it so that he could give her a proper thank you with a kiss to her soft lips. As the kiss ended, he licked his lips. "Now I just need to know when you're birthday is." He didn't give her time to respond as he kissed her again.
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