seaglassgarden

Using Tumblr over the past couple of years has been great for me posting fanart and gifs (which I've started making recently and am enjoying working out how to do so!), but I'm planning to have a back-up archive of any of these that I make, just in case the site goes down and the images are lost through glitches or any other reason.

Since Dreamwidth's image hosting is limited (which I understand—the cost of hosting anything above what it already does must be pretty high) and apparently doesn't work much in embedding images on other sites apart from DW, I've decided to make a couple of albums over on Squidge Images, and maybe another site for my non-fandom image hosting.

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: my bloody valentine - "only shallow"

mousme

Welp, I fell off the face of the planet, at least posting-wise. It has been A Time, friends. I still don't have a fully functional bed, all my computer gear and office stuff is still in boxes, and the old house still needs me to go back and do a whole lot of tidying and cleaning. I am not excited about that at all.

The new house is great, but we are still awash in a sea of boxes, and it's been very slow going to unpack it all. It would probably have gone faster if I were better rested, but until last night I was sleeping on a very uncomfortable camping cot. KK keeps insisting the cot is comfortable, because she slept on it for one night last year, but that has honestly not been my experience.

KK is scheduled for her bariatric surgery on July 23rd. Her aunt is coming to stay with us for two or three weeks to help out, since I can't get enough time off work to help her post-surgery. Since we don't have a guest room, her aunt will have to stay in my room, and I'll be relegated back to the godawful cot again for the duration, and in the living room to boot, meaning I won't have access to any of my stuff and will likely have to live out of a suitcase or a box of some kind. I can't say I'm looking forward to that, since three weeks of terrible sleep and constant body pain is really going to put a crimp in my ability to function, especially since I'll still have to go to work during that time.

I really, really hope that the surgery is successful and that KK starts being more functional soonish. She's been doing progressively less and less around the house while producing more and more work for me, and I don't think I can go on like this indefinitely. I can manage myself pretty well, but I can't manage the both of us on my own.

On the plus side, our property is filled with fireflies, and the frogs in our small pond sing to us all night. The dogs are thrilled to bits to have so much room to romp around, too. It's pretty sweet. :)

Current Mood: working

llonkrebboj posting in

cnovels

This is a public service announcement for JJWXC users!

Every year, around January or February, jj releases your previous stats for the year, which can be accessed via searching 年度报告 on the app search bar, or via the link for the web version. The search bar access method may be limited time only as it currently does not work xD But here is the link to access on the browser (just remember to be signed in!).

https://www.jjwxc.net/sp/2024annualuserstat/readerstat.html

Current Mood: cheerful

estirose

I decided to restart my game so I could put together a database (well, spreadsheet) of stuff I find in Fantasy Life i, because otherwise I'm hunting around looking for stuff (yes, I know, you can go and look it up in-game - but that often doesn't list all the locations). I was going to do it from my recent save, but I've run into the problem that I've upgraded a lot of things in the game that come later on in the story or in the post-game and I have no idea what because available when.

Google sheets version (view only): https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1XU4E-Skqq3rA2LVV6lsRP3lyZn0fCl4OT7GNuitLNR4/edit?usp=sharing

At this point I still have to fill out the shop and enemy (well, monster and foragables) data around the starting area (Eternia Village) and I'm too early in the game to switch Lives yet so the only data I have is for the Tailor recipes/quests as well as some forageables. (I suspect I'll have to do some game recording as otherwise enemy drops - both monsters and trees/minerals/fish/farming - disappear too fast on my Deck's screen.)

ETA: Working on purchaseables/shop inventory in Eternia Village! There are 5 shops so this might take a minute or two.

I'll be fiddling around a lot with the spreadsheets. There are several websites that do a pretty good job of saying what's where (and the old Fantasy Life wiki is slowly being updated for FLi, but it's far from updated yet). Still, I figure that I'm not the only person who might find a database of sorts helpful.

ourspecial

I saw Godspeed live for the fourth time this weekend (#5 will be this fall) and it was a soul-scrubbing experience as always. I also brought my partner for the first time, who has just recently come around on them. It was fun to hear his impressions because most of his concert experiences have been EDM, where it's a very light, fun, party atmosphere. Godspeed shows are not that. A Godspeed show is like standing outside in a hurricane. The sound is so huge that it feels like it could hold you upright. The band doesn't address the audience. They barely even look at the audience. And while Boston concertgoers are notoriously stoic, I've never seen a crowd fall into a trance quite the way theirs do.

It's a shame, because Blaise Bailey Finnegan III is just an incandescently beautiful song, but the person in the field recording is so obnoxious to me that I only listen to it pretty rarely. But it kicked like a mule live. I feel really lucky that I got to hear it, because they don't play it super often.

And I actually ran into a high school friend there, who I hadn't seen or talked to for 15 years. He was one of those people who was so incredibly smart that that's mostly what people noticed about him, and it really overshadowed how fucking cool he was on top of that. And he's thriving! He's a lefty economics professor at a major university! He and another long-lost friend and I are going to see if we can fully catch up next time we're all in town. Sometimes I'm just so struck with pride at how many of the people I've cared about are out there doing incredible things. And I can't even really regret that I was wearing my "I only pretend to listen to Hildegard von Bingen to get pussy" t-shirt when he spotted me in the crowd, because I really have not changed that much since high school. Except, I hope, I'm less of a shithead now.

oceangrey

I'm back!

I kind of forgot I made a Dreamwidth account to be honest (luckily I didn't forget about it for too long)! I probably won't be posting on here as much as I initially thought, and I expect a lot of posts on here are things I want to preserve/crosspost from Tumblr.

Which is kind of what this post is the start of. I posted a couple of snippets of a Withnail and I fic that I don't plan on putting onto AO3 (due to its perpetually unfinished state). I put it on there in case anyone wanted to take the idea and expand on it in their own way (because collaborating and building on ideas is my favourite part of fandom tbh). Nobody's done it yet, but I thought I'd keep what I did post on here as well.

I'll link my Tumblr post about it here, but do be warned this link might break as I have an unfortunate habit of changing my url regularly (which makes updating links an awfully time-consuming task).

Context for the fic: I had it brewing in my WIPs for a few months but thought I'd finally publish it as it is when reminded of my thoughts on the history of the Mother Black Cap pub (which Wikipedia claims was once a gay bar and held a drag cabaret near the end of the 60s) and how I really want to explore how Marwood relates to presentations of gender and queerness. Transfem Marwood is a regular headcanon for me—not a regular occurrence as far as I can see in the general fandom but one I hold pretty close to my heart.

Which kind of explains whatever's going on in this fic (a tiny bit, at least). I wrote three scenes total, so I'll provide some context for each one.

Scene 1: Withnail and Marwood have just returned from the Mother Black Cap, having just seen a performance take place there. Withnail has an idea, and consequently Marwood has a bout of anxiety.

“Maybe we could do that.”

Marwood looked up from the half-drunk contents of his bowl (all the glasses were either in Withnail’s room, or buried in the debris in the kitchen sink, and he didn’t want to disturb either), and turned to Withnail, brows drawn over his eyes. “Do what?”

“Y'know, to get some money.”

“Do what, though?”

“I’ve not heard back from that cigar commercial, and your audition isn’t until next week–”

“–next month–”

“–it’s definitely next week! Check the calendar occasionally, would you?”

“…You’re lying. It’s next month and you know it. You’re trying to get me panicky again, end up backing out at the last moment.”

“What would be the point of that?” Withnail crowed, irritation etched into his features. “Anyway, what do you think about doing it in the meantime?”

“Again, do what?”

“Perform at that pub. Put on a show, get a few tips, enough to pay a bit of rent for a few weeks, maybe put some aside for a rainy day, or a particularly large drinking session –”

“Absolutely not.” Marwood’s gaze had returned to his bowl. When had he started gripping the porcelain so tightly? It felt like it would shatter beneath his fingers, tearing into the unprotected flesh of his hands, leaving him bleeding out for the whole world to see.

“No? It would be good performance practice, considering you seemingly haven’t been preparing for your audition – which is, in fact, in only nine days.”

“Then I should be practicing for that, shouldn’t I? Besides, what would we perform? I doubt they’d have a script of Waiting for Godot lying around somewhere behind the bar.”

“Well, we’ll just do whatever that person was doing then. Dress up, do a bit of improvisation, bounce some ideas off the audience, have a bit of laugh, that sort of thing. Only drawback is we don’t have costumes –”

“–no. Not a chance. I’m not going anywhere dressed like that, especially not to be made a laughing stock in front of a room of… of drunken homosexuals! It’s a ridiculous idea, Withnail! Just drop it.”

“Preposterous!” Withnail half-launched himself out of his chair and towards Marwood, an almost desperate expression on his face. Gravity fought hard against him, though, and he fell back into his seat. “It makes perfect sense!”

“In what way?” Marwood felt like throwing his bowl on the floor, but instead placed it firmly on the table to avoid having to clean up broken porcelain at half two in the morning.

“In the way in which we are actors! It’s our job, our role, to entertain. And if you’d rather not do that – well then. You might as well have picked a different career, luvvie. Of course the circumstances are less than satisfactory, particularly because of your baseless anxieties–”

“–they’re not baseless–”

“–okay then. I implore you explain to me why you don’t want to take this, when you’d be greatly appreciative of any other small-scale acting job?” Withnail had finally won the battle against gravity, and was looming over Marwood – not menacingly, but instead rather pleadingly, bending down slightly to make eye contact with his flatmate.

Marwood felt quite put off, if he was completely honest. Didn’t Withnail get it? Sure, Marwood remembered, homosexuality was legal now (Marwood couldn’t identify the feeling he had when that fact briefly surfaced in his mind) but surely Withnail knew even casually fraternising with them could lead to disastrous consequences? What consequences exactly, Marwood wasn’t so sure, but the feeling of certainty was buried so deep within him that he was nervous to touch it, dreading something important would fall apart in him if he did.

However, as he stared back at Withnail, he could feel his resolve cracking, peeling away like an eggshell. He was struck suddenly with the feeling that he’d somehow unknowingly reached a tipping point, and mentally scrambled to see how it’d happened. Was it Withnail’s insistence on the job that had brought him to it? Why was his flatmate so insistent on them performing at the bar?

A sudden, shocking realisation shot through his thoughts. Withnail was trying to test the waters, floating an idea towards him (albeit possibly in a more confrontational way than he intended) to gauge Marwood’s tolerance for homosexual activities. Why, though? Was Withnail homosexual himself? Was he trying to find kinship and familiarity in the clientele at the pub, and using this performance as a way of carrying that out? Did he have a partner there already, or at least an interested party, and was trying to tell if the flat was a safe place to bring him to? Was Marwood disrupting some secretive, sordid, double-life that his flatmate was leading? Marwood doubted the thought of Withnail having some sort of clandestine affair, as the fucker barely left his sights most days, but ruminating on it, he wouldn’t consider it impossible for Withnail to be interested in men. Oh god, was this what this was about? Did he disgust Withnail with his refusal to join in his plan? Did his flatmate see him as some awful bigot? Thoughts tumbled continuously through his head like Catherine wheels, escalating in magnitude until one finally distinguished itself from the rabble.

What would Withnail do if Marwood just kept refusing?

Of course, a not-unlikely outcome would be Withnail doing nothing at all.

A second outcome, far more likely, would be that Withnail kept pestering him until he gave in, much like with everything else. It would drive Marwood up the wall in the process, but him giving in to Withnail’s plans was pretty much the status quo.

A third outcome, incredibly unlikely but given a new perspective by the previous thoughts in his head, is that Withnail would find his tolerance wanting and kick him out onto the streets. Much to Marwood’s chagrin, it was Withnail’s name on the lease (even though he did pretty much none of the paperwork), and as far as he knew he wouldn’t have a leg to stand on if such a situation did occur. He knew this had almost no chance of happening at all – if anything, one of them would end up dying before either of them left, and would be carried out in the cheapest wooden crate the other could find – but he baulked at the thought.

I need a joint, his consciousness reasoned, or at least some more whiskey. These thoughts are putting a bit too much strain my sanity. Best to deal with this in a state even further away from sobriety.

He realised then, that somehow he’d maintaining eye contact with Withnail, who’d been looming over him the entire time he’d been rummaging through his thoughts on the matter, which surely must have been greater than ten minutes?

Finally breaking the staring, he turned back to his bowl on the side. “Okay,” he reasoned, “let’s say we try out this performance idea. Let’s also say we manage to get a slot actually performing there, and also that other actor’s fine with us doing so. Where, pray tell, will you get all the props and costuming for the show?”

The pleading had melted from Withnail’s eyes when Marwood had begun speaking, instead replaced with an unnerving, cunning twinkle, too bright for any average person in this level of drunkenness. “Leave that up to me. I’ll have it all sorted out by tomorrow.”

Scene 2: In the toilet stall of the Mother Black Cap pub, rummaging through the makeup bag of the performer they saw that first night.

“Why did you tell her I’ll be the one to perform first? You were the one to come up with the idea, Withnail!”

“Well, for one,” Withnail replied, dumping the makeup bag onto the box behind the toilet, “you saw how Rita only had high-heeled shoes in her costume box. You already wear those heeled boots—”

“—they’re not high heels, they’re not that tall—”

“—nevertheless, my point still stands. If I try them on I’ll topple over. Probably snap an ankle! You, on the other hand, would manage a bit better. Besides,” he whipped out a tube of lipstick, opened the lid and inspected the contents with a screwed-up expression, “none of this is my colour.”

He passed the tube to Marwood, whose expression soured immediately. Running his finger over the stick revealed a dark brownish-purple colour, not too far off dried blood. The texture itself was almost chalky – maybe more like clay, actually – and stuck on his fingers like a stain no matter how hard he rubbed it with his sleeve.

He turned his gaze back up to Withnail, who was rummaging further through the bag, producing several other tubes of various sizes and shades. Marwood’s shoulders trembled as he looked at the temporary shrine to debauchery being constructed on the closed toilet seat. He was sure – no, certain – that he couldn’t go through with this.

“I won’t stand for this Withnail. You know that, you definitely know that! I can’t just go around like that, just… just compromising my own masculinity!”

Withnail halted his rummaging and snorted, “Compromise your masculinity? Twaddle,” before picking up another tube and opening it, revealing some kind of pipe cleaner coated in a cream-coloured substance. “This goes on your skin, I think.”

The non sequitur brought Marwood abruptly out of his spiralling thoughts, and he countered, puzzled, “Doesn’t it all go on your skin?”

“No, I meant to cover up blemishes, or maybe those dreadful heavy eye bags you’ve got. Concealer, I’m pretty sure it’s called. Anyway, here you go,” he muttered as he picked up several of the containers and dumped them in Marwood’s arms. “These should work on you.”

Marwood froze, looking down at the plethora of labelled boxes and tubes spilling out of his arms, stock still except for the shudder of apprehension worming its way down his spine.

Withnail zipped up the rest of the containers back into the bag, then turned to face Marwood. Leaning down, he picked up the tubes that had fallen out of Marwood’s arms before standing up again, now only inches away from Marwood’s face.

“Now,” he murmured, “I wouldn’t worry too hard about it if I were you. It’s only makeup, the same stuff you’d put a bit of on if you were performing a play, only this time the way you apply it is slightly different. Just think of this as any other role – a panto, for example! Yes, a panto – and you’ll calm down.”

Marwood shook his head frantically whilst still keeping eye contact with his flatmate. “I’ve never done panto before.”

“Neither have I! You’re missing the point. The point is that your job is as an actor, right?”

Marwood nodded.

“So? Your entire career is built around playing people you’re not! You’re not "compromising”“, here he made quotation marks with his fingers in the air on either side of his head, "anything here, any more than playing a murderer would mean you’ve compromised your morality.” He grinned, his watery eyes bulging slightly in their sockets as he strained to concentrate through his lightly-sozzled state. “That made sense, surely.”

“Kind of, yeah.” Marwood felt a wave of relief wash over him at Withnail’s words. “Thanks.”

Withnail leaned back slightly, out of Marwood’s personal space. For a second Marwood panicked that he was leaving him here alone, going once again to drink at the bar, but then Withnail returned to be close once again, now clutching the bag he’d left on the toilet box.

“Well then,” he muttered, a smirk tickling his face, “only one thing to do now. Do you want me to stay away and let you do the honours?”

Marwood sidled away from him, to the exit of the bathroom. “No,” he said. “Help me take all these home and then assist me in deciphering what,” he gestured down to the bottles in his arms, “any of these things are supposed to do. Then I expect you to help me get mightily drunk so I can forget this all until the morning.”

Withnail bowed his head in mock reverence. “That I can do, Peter. That I can do.”

Scene 3: Immediately after the last one, but they're back at the flat now.

Back in the flat, after the rest of the bag was returned to Rita (she was thrilled that Marwood seemed up for the plan), the table by the sofa became adorned with the stash of makeup and whatever booze could be scrounged up from around the house. Marwood wasn’t doing this without a hefty amount of alcohol in his system, and he told Withnail just that.

Both of them were three or so wineglasses in before Withnail reached over and held the concealer up to Marwood.

“Let’s try this on first.”

The shudder of apprehension regrew on Marwood’s spine, but he found himself nodding in agreement, mostly just to get this over with so he could go to sleep. He pulled the concealer out of Withnail’s grip and unscrewing the lid, once again revealing the pipe-cleaner brush.

Dipping it back in the tube to coat the brush in the beige substance, he made his way over to the mirror on the mantle. A haggard, boozy face peered back at him, its features half-anxious, half… something else, something hard to define. Soon enough, another drunken face appeared next to it, staggering over with an almost tawdry grin.

Withnail plucked the makeup back out of Marwood’s hand and nudged his shoulder, muttering, “Turn to me.”

Derision coated Marwood’s reply. “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“Probably better than you do, luvvie. Here, stand still.”

Marwood hiccoughed. “Pretty hard when your off your head on cheap wine, eh?” He cracked a smirk.

“And stop moving your face! Christ, you’re doing this on purpose. Scared of a little makeup, are we?”

The brush ran underneath Marwood’s left eye, then his right, then Withnail ran his finger through it to rub around his eye sockets.

“Of course not,” Marwood scoffed. “That’s ridiculous.” His legs felt like jelly and he was sure he was going to collapse at any moment.

“Then stay still, damn you!” Withnail dabbed some concealer on the bridge of Marwood’s nose, and the subject of his intense concentration felt himself going cross-eyed with the strain of keeping the brush in his sights.

“Next time I’ll have to knock you out before I put it all on, to make you stop squirming.”

Marwood turned his gaze back to his roommate, once again knocked out of his haze and back into the conversation as Withnail smeared concealer on his right cheek.

“Next time?”

“Yes, when you actually go on stage! This plan actually has a goal, you know, we’re not making you wear makeup for the hell of it.” Another dab to his other cheek, and a frantic rubbing in with the pad of Withnail’s index finger.

“No yeah, I get that. I thought I’d be doing it though.”

Withnail tucked the concealer into his coat pocket and produced a large-headed brush, accompanied by a round compact container. Opening it revealed a powder in a dusky pastel shade of pink. He frowned down at Marwood.

“You doing it? What, going on stage? I should hope so, it’s the entire plan – were you too sozzled in the pub to comprehend anything?”

“Nah, not that – the makeup. Won’t you teach me how to do the makeup look?”

Withnail’s eyebrows furrowed further as he dusted Marwood’s cheekbones with the rose powder. “Not until we’ve actually found out what look suits you best.”

“I thought you’d already decided on that!”

Withnail chuckled. “I’m making this up as I go along.”

“Oh god,” Marwood groaned. “Please tell me you won’t make me look like a clown at least. I don’t want to scare the clientele, otherwise we mightn’t get enough for rent next month.”

The brush on his cheek paused, hesitant. “Our money’s that dire?”

Marwood nodded.

Withnail returned the compact and brush to his pocket and pulled out a square container, along with a smaller brush. “Never you mind, I’ve got the good sense not to make you a clown—not that you need makeup for that, anyway–”

Marwood slapped his arm. Withnail slapped Marwood’s own arm back, smile tugging at his cheeks.

“–and also I’ve elected on a more sophisticated makeup style. Think 1920s-inspired, something almost American-flapper girl, big soulful eyes, the lot. A bit of vaudeville, maybe a dash of burlesque, all very theatrical and all very visually interesting.”

He proceeded to stab the pencil directly onto his flatmate’s pulled-down waterline, and Marwood briefly feared he would need to get the prescription upped on his glasses.

There lasted a brief struggle where Withnail repeatedly took dangerous swipes at Marwood’s eyes, and the assaulted waved away his assailant’s attacks with flailing arms and a muffled cry of “Gi’ o'er!”.

Eventually the onslaught stopped, and Marwood closed his eyes in relief.

“Okay, last part: the lipstick. Red or purple?”

Marwood blinked and looked down at the tubes in Withnail’s hand, the colours of which looked indistinguishable to him in the low light of the room. “Er, purple. I think.”

“I agree. Well, open up – not that wide! – good. Now relax your lips. Rub them together. Now close them on this,” he said, producing a handkerchief from his previously-untouched pocket.

Marwood closed his lips around the handkerchief, and stayed still as Withnail pulled it out and tucked it back into his pocket, keeping eye contact the entire time.

Withnail walked back slightly, a breathless expression on his face. “Look at you,” he murmured, his grin slowly stretching from ear to ear. “The belle of the ball.”

“There’s only us here, Withnail.”

“And you haven’t seen yourself! Go on, gaze upon your beauty!”

Marwood turned to the mirror, hesitantly, face almost cautiously blank. “I should’ve shaved,” he grimaced, rubbing at his faint stubble.

“Well you did, just this morning. You can only see it because you’re standing so close. Also, I forgot to grab you some of that foundation thing.” Withnail wet the pad of his thumb with spit and quickly wiped away some excess lipstick in the corner of Marwood’s mouth. “Missed a spot there. Apart from that… well, you’re wonderful.”

“Wonderful?” Marwood’s mouth curled in a grimace. “I look like some ponce’s wet dream.”

Withnail scoffed. “Then that ponce has a damn good taste! Really though, have you actually looked at yourself?”

Marwood glanced back in the mirror, truly looked for a minute, and was deeply terrified by what he saw.

“Yeah… this’ll work a treat,” he muttered. “You’ve done great, Withnail.”

His flatmate only beamed in response, his eyes glinting at Marwood in the mirror’s reflection.

Marwood simply bowed his head and hooked his fingers into his own hair, refusing to look at the mirror again. The alcohol must be catching up with me, he briefly thought, because I’m too tired to even have a nervous breakdown.

He looked up again. “Now help me get this all off me before I collapse with exhaustion.”

Current Mood: hot
Current Music: Dr. Dog - "My Old Ways"

forestofglory

I have been sewing a lot recently! It's really fun!

( many pictures )

malymin

So, lately I've been playing the free demo for Aethermancer.

It's a in indie roguelite - which, yes, are a dime a dozen these days. But it's also a monster trainer, or monster battler, or "-mon game", or whatever you want to use to refer to "the genre that Pokemon is the most famous example of." (Not the first - technically the Megami Tensei franchise involves recruiting monster to use in battle, and it predates Pokemon by a good bit.)

I enjoyed the developer's previous outing, Monster Sanctuary. It had some good ideas, but I also felt like I needed a guide on hand in order to enjoy the main draw of the game - triple battles where synergy between team-mates is key, and stacking passive abilities allows for powerful snowball effects.

Compared to its predecessor (and to the other indie monster game I've played, Cassette Beasts) Aethermancer makes it much more clear to a "novice" player how you're supposed to use monsters. Right at the outset, you see that your monster has three "types" - not elements, but mechanical niches it represents. These types may be debuffs (burn, poison, etc), buffs (dodge, regeneration, etc), "critical" (increasing chance and effects of crits), and "purge" (remove enemy's "aether", the elemental action-casting resource reminiscent of MtG's "mana"), but they also include support niches like "aether", "heal", "shield", and "tank." Each of a monster's three types contribute to its pool of "traits" (passive powers) and "actions" (selectable moves that cost aether to perform).

In addition, the introduction of "maverick" traits and actions - which become added to a monster's pool based on what teamates are present when it levels up - makes synergistic team-building between disimilar monsters easier than it was in Monster Sanctuary. A "tank" monster in a party with a "burn" monster will gain access to "tank+burn" abilities that synergistic link the two concepts. Meanwhile, in Monster Sanctuary, your ability to, say, add a healing monster to a Shock team was limited by monsters whose predefined skill trees supported those concepts simultaneously.

In the demo, I've found the Burn archetype (which one of the starters, Cherufe, is a member of) to be fairly strong. While there are other archetypes with available passives that trigger when Aether is spent, and passives that generate aether when they trigger, nothing seems to have as powerful a feedback loop as the following combination, which are available to all Burn monsters under all circumstances:

Burning Fire

Aura: For every 3 Fire Aether consumed by allies: Applies Burn to all enemies.

[...]

Kindle

Aura: For every 4 Burn applied to enemies: Generates Fire Aether.

And this combination only gets stronger the more burn-inflicting Traits you have, or after gaining access to party-wide burn inflicting Actions, or with the flexibility that Cosmic Fire introduces to the feedback loop by letting you generate Wild (wildcard) Aether with Kindle and spend Wild Aether to trigger Burning Fire, or by utilizing Burn Conversion and Stoke the Fire to convert Burn stacks into EVEN MORE Fire (or Wild, with Cosmic Fire) Aether to spend EVEN more to inflict EVEN MORE burn.

This is even before getting into the ways in which Cherufe's signature Trait synergizes with literally every burn inducing trait...

alierak posting in

dw_maintenance

We're having to rebuild the search server again (previously, previously). It will take a few days to reindex all the content.

Meanwhile search services should be running, but probably returning no results or incomplete results for most queries.

pauraque

Ox-eye Daisy.

( more flowers [7 photos] )

( birds [3 photos] )

( bugs [4 photos] )

( miscellaneous [4 photos] )

ysabetwordsmith posting in

birdfeeding

Today is partly sunny, humid, and hot. It drizzled yesterday evening.

I haven't fed the birds yet, but I've seen a mixed flock of sparrows and house finches. They've put a good dent in the thistle seed again.

EDIT 6/30/25 -- I fed the birds.

I put out water for the birds.

EDIT 6/30/25 -- I refreshed the mosquito dunks.

I refilled the hopper feeder and thistle feeder.

EDIT 6/30/25 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.

EDIT 6/30/25 -- I picked a handful of blackberries. They're coming in nicely. :D

EDIT 6/30/25 -- I picked a handful of herbs to make a skillet scramble for supper.

I've got a few peas ripe in the new picnic table garden -- enough for a stir-fry maybe.

EDIT 6/30/25 -- I sowed 3 pots with mulberries.

Now it's starting to drizzle again, so I am done for the night.

Current Mood: busy

asakiyume

This question popped into my head when I looked out my window and saw a catbird balancing on a stick, using its wings to help it balance.

Would you trade your arms and hands for wings?

yourlibrarian posting in

common_nature

Our next stop on the trip that day was Oneonia Gorge. It has a tunnel through the rock in between the trees, though we didn't go through it. Instead, we stopped just before it to take pictures of the creek and gorge.( Read more... )

runicmagitek

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pantoneocean

another month... another month of music!
this month i did something a bit different where i write out my thoughts to new albums as i listen to them instead of just like... ya know... procrastinating and then writing fuckall down on the spot.
just a bit of a heads-up for the two people that read this; i am currently doing a study abroad program in vienna as i am writing this! what! this is going to go on until the very end of july and as such i probably won't be posting a music roundup in july for the fact that i am very busy and will not have too much time to listen to new music. or maybe not? we'll see. i hope i'm able to but you know how it is :]
( last.fm stats + commentary )

i feel like the longer this series goes on the more i have to write. that's probably a good thing but god damn this is a lot of work to type out, i've been here for two hours already. so much for studying :D

( albums i discovered this month, with notes + background on each )

linked here is this month's full playlist, with every new song that i discovered, for anyone who is interested in the full list!

Current Mood: content
Current Location: the university library (vienna campus)

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Today's annoyance with YouTube auto-craption:

"Current university"

Locals, who know what the tiny set of options are, can possibly identify what 'Current' is relatively easily. In my case, given that I was watching this from within Curtin University, it was even easier, once I worked out that that was what is going on.

But oh! it annoys me that people don't review the captions for even that level of obvious mistake (I'm not calling that one egregious. The ones that mess up the name(s) of Country included in an Acknowledgement of Country are egregious. I've never seen the same error for a Welcome to Country, which I assume is because the Indigenous people associated with the production of such know too well how badly it can be messed up).

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This is the June community post for

birdfeeding. Which birds did you see this month? What were your wildlife activities during June? What are your plans for July?

June anchor posts include:

National Pollinator Month

Photos: House Yard

"Birdsong of Shaker Way" by Ann-Margaret Lim

Birds and turtle eggs

Photos: Charleston Library Butterfly Gardens

Current Mood: busy

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the cover of Deathconsciousness by Have A Nice Life

Earthmover // Deathconsciousness (2008) // Have A Nice Life
https://open.spotify.com/track/77yGZRjuWfSzbDT0ROSSUG?si=5fswXLR5RsG7bt9F9kaaAg

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an art professor at my school held a workshop at my town’s nature center on making cyanotypes and it was super fun! the first one didn’t get exposed long enough but it’s kind of cool in a ghostly way. the second one is david lynch’s angriest dog in the world (as recreated by me, to the best of my ability). it came out better (still could have used more exposure) but i want to do more with the composition, so i might turn it into a collage background. the final attempt is “we went to blue world” and was finally exposed long enough to turn super blue!! the cloud was a loosely-tied ball of lace :) all three were collaborations between alison and i.. we had a lot of fun coming up with ideas and trying to make them turn out! we stuck around for a while waiting on our last one and got to chat with the professor, who gave us ALL the extra supplies, so we’re going to start doing these for fun! if i do end up trying to get some community thing organized it might be cool to advertise it with laminated cyanotype flyers

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