Knitted hooded cowl
Title ideas for the Bat-Family Saga
2024.05.14 23:10 AdorableMammoth6740 Title ideas for the Bat-Family Saga
- The Brave and The Bold
- Under The Red Hood
- Battle for the Cowl
- Batman Incorporated
2024.05.14 15:57 karenvideoeditor The Witch
Helena Pederson had few people knock on the door to her cabin. A life ostracized from her community left her with mostly her chickens and sheep and her dog for company, though there were several friendships that sustained themselves despite her exile. She grew food in her garden but also traded, her chickens giving her more eggs than she needed and her sheep growing wool she would use to knit.
The knock that came at night drew her out of a reverie, having been sitting on her couch, sipping a cup of tea she’d just brewed. Her dog Grant lifted his head in curiosity, but didn’t bark, accustomed to knocks and not interested in wasting energy at his older age. Hesitating, Helena put the cup down in its saucer and stood, her socks still on to keep her toes warm against the chill of her hardwood floors. She went to the door, opening it wide.
She stared. “Marius,” she finally managed.
The king stood before her in clothing that made it almost difficult to recognize him. Whether it was the beautiful robes he wore for ceremonies or impeccably sewn clothes for day-to-day life, he always appeared as a king should. But now he was draped in a shabby, worn cloak that covered whatever he wore beneath. She saw his horse nearby, tied to a post, but he was alone, not accompanied by so much as a single guard.
“Helena,” he answered softly. “May I come in?”
Pursing her lips, she paused tersely for a long moment before she moved aside. Marius pulled back the hood of his cloak and stepped inside as Grant trotted over to take in his scent. The unfamiliar presence in the dog’s home made him wary, but the demeanor of his master and her permitting his entrance kept the dog from so much as growling.
Helena shut the door and walked over to the kitchen area. “You still take your tea the same?”
“I do.”
Marius sat on the couch and Grant plodded back over to his bed, laying down on it but keeping his head up and aware. The seconds ticked by slowly as Helena poured the still boiling hot water into another cup. She prepared it as she remembered, down to the exact size of the splash of milk, bringing it over on a saucer.
Marius nodded once in thanks and blew on it before taking a careful sip. Helena took a seat in the handcrafted wooden chair adjacent to the couch rather than beside the king, dismissing her own cup of tea, letting it cool, forgotten. “What’s happened?”
The king paused, taking another sip of tea that Helena knew was still hot enough to burn his tongue. “The battle at Hempstead. We lost…too many men. The situation is declining sharply, and the Empire threatens to overtake the kingdom.”
Helena took in and let out a deep breath, silently. She shook her head. “I know you’ve worked hard to protect this kingdom, and you’ll do what’s best. You always do.”
Marius raised his gaze to meet hers. “Always?”
Helena’s face tightened into a glare. No. Not always. “That doesn’t tell me anything,” she said. “What in God’s name would bring you to my door?”
“Desperation,” he confessed. He took another sip of the tea. “The Empire brings subjugation. They rule with an iron fist and many will die just in their invasion alone. And of course, many men will be conscripted.”
“Are you here to…complain?” Helena asked, leaning back in her chair, confusion thick in her tone.
Marius sighed. “No, Helena, I’m here…” He paused heavily before he met her gaze, with some effort, she noticed. “I’m here to ask for your help.”
Helena stared for a long moment before her confusion turned to shock. “You…” She swallowed hard. “Help.”
The king placed the tea down on the saucer on the table in front of him. “These are my people,” he whispered. “And they will suffer, and there is nothing I can do but watch as it happens. They deserve better.”
“And I didn’t?” she asked, a vice gripping her heart as she felt emotion swell up inside her. “You come asking for help? Your nerve, your arrogance, is unmatched. Besides which, what would you have me do?”
“I need an army that will not fall from an arrow or a sword, an army that feels no pain, that follows orders just as my men do,” he told her. He visibly forced the words out and Helena’s expression descended further into disbelief as he spoke each one. “We have thousands of dead soldiers. Helena, I am more desperate than I’ve ever been because I know what is coming for my citizens and I am afraid.”
Helena’s face twitched in disgust. “I told you,” she whispered, “that I only ever did this for those mourning a loss. For a last goodbye, for a grieving widow or parent or child. And now you come here to ask me to use my skills to raise you an army?”
“I’ve no right.”
“You don’t.” She swallowed hard against the lump in her throat and regulated her breathing, refusing to allow herself to descend into tears. “I’m an exile, Marius. Because of you. What makes you think I would even consider doing this?”
“Because you’re a good person,” he said quietly. Helena’s eyes narrowed in anger. “You broke the law, repeatedly and with no remorse. It forced my hand, you must know that-”
“You are king,” she said. “Nothing forces your hand.”
Marius fell silent for a long moment. “I know I’ve not seen you for many years, but I still care for your well-being. I still have love for you. I’m not sure if that changes anything here, if it’s even relevant, but I wanted to say it, nonetheless. You’re still my sister.”
Helena’s expression slid into a wearied resignation. “Is that meant to sway my response here? This is an affront to everything I’ve ever tried to do with my necromancy.”
“It’s simply the truth.”
They lapsed into a long silence. “What makes you think I could even wield such power? Over so many at once?”
“You would have support,” he answered. “I’ve come to you first, but if you agree to help, there are other witches who would support you with their power. And the battle won’t be lengthy. It can’t be. We need a show of strength that turns the tides, that reveals we will not be conquered as easily as those who’ve fallen in their path so far.”
Helena slowly leaned back in his chair. “They could try the same thing, you know,” she muttered. “They surely have the same intolerance for my kind of magic, but they will find other necromancers among their people if they truly must. Where will you be then? Your soldiers will be pulled back to their decaying, bloody bodies, forced into battle until they can no longer stand, until their spirits untether from this realm because there is nothing left to hold to. The Empire will be the same. All soldiers will fall and even their corpses will become useless, falling to the ground as desecrated shells. What then?”
“I don’t know,” Marius said softly. “I only know that I need to try. I promised that I would try everything to keep our kingdom, to keep their families, safe. And I intend to keep that promise. To try everything.”
Helena’s gaze slid over to her now chilly cup of tea, a part of her wishing she had ignored that knock at the door. She folded her arms around her tightly, emotions she couldn’t describe roiling inside her, trying to hold tight to the life she’d had ten minutes ago. A life that was simple and, in a way, quite sad, but it was enviable from the position she found herself in now.
“How can I say no?” she whispered. Helena met her brother’s eyes, seeing in them a mixture of relief and utter despair. “I’m an outcast of the highest order save for a special few of my oldest friends, but they are still my people. I remember my home in the village, the children who would play in the streets, their parents doing their best to support their families and to simply…live their lives. I couldn’t leave them to be trampled underfoot in a war that is determined to arrive at their doorstep.
“And I hate you for it,” she continued, her gaze thick with a burden of emotion. “I will always hate you for it.”
“That is something I am willing to live with, and I’d expected nothing less,” he said.
Helena pushed herself to her feet. “I’m determined to have one last cup of tea. Then I’ll need someone to look after my animals. You can send word to Kasper Friis; he’d be willing. And then…” She let out an exhausted sigh. “Then…we prepare for battle.”
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The knock that came at night drew her out of a reverie, having been sitting on her couch, sipping a cup of tea she’d just brewed. Her dog Grant lifted his head in curiosity, but didn’t bark, accustomed to knocks and not interested in wasting energy at his older age. Hesitating, Helena put the cup down in its saucer and stood, her socks still on to keep her toes warm against the chill of her hardwood floors. She went to the door, opening it wide.
She stared. “Marius,” she finally managed.
The king stood before her in clothing that made it almost difficult to recognize him. Whether it was the beautiful robes he wore for ceremonies or impeccably sewn clothes for day-to-day life, he always appeared as a king should. But now he was draped in a shabby, worn cloak that covered whatever he wore beneath. She saw his horse nearby, tied to a post, but he was alone, not accompanied by so much as a single guard.
“Helena,” he answered softly. “May I come in?”
Pursing her lips, she paused tersely for a long moment before she moved aside. Marius pulled back the hood of his cloak and stepped inside as Grant trotted over to take in his scent. The unfamiliar presence in the dog’s home made him wary, but the demeanor of his master and her permitting his entrance kept the dog from so much as growling.
Helena shut the door and walked over to the kitchen area. “You still take your tea the same?”
“I do.”
Marius sat on the couch and Grant plodded back over to his bed, laying down on it but keeping his head up and aware. The seconds ticked by slowly as Helena poured the still boiling hot water into another cup. She prepared it as she remembered, down to the exact size of the splash of milk, bringing it over on a saucer.
Marius nodded once in thanks and blew on it before taking a careful sip. Helena took a seat in the handcrafted wooden chair adjacent to the couch rather than beside the king, dismissing her own cup of tea, letting it cool, forgotten. “What’s happened?”
The king paused, taking another sip of tea that Helena knew was still hot enough to burn his tongue. “The battle at Hempstead. We lost…too many men. The situation is declining sharply, and the Empire threatens to overtake the kingdom.”
Helena took in and let out a deep breath, silently. She shook her head. “I know you’ve worked hard to protect this kingdom, and you’ll do what’s best. You always do.”
Marius raised his gaze to meet hers. “Always?”
Helena’s face tightened into a glare. No. Not always. “That doesn’t tell me anything,” she said. “What in God’s name would bring you to my door?”
“Desperation,” he confessed. He took another sip of the tea. “The Empire brings subjugation. They rule with an iron fist and many will die just in their invasion alone. And of course, many men will be conscripted.”
“Are you here to…complain?” Helena asked, leaning back in her chair, confusion thick in her tone.
Marius sighed. “No, Helena, I’m here…” He paused heavily before he met her gaze, with some effort, she noticed. “I’m here to ask for your help.”
Helena stared for a long moment before her confusion turned to shock. “You…” She swallowed hard. “Help.”
The king placed the tea down on the saucer on the table in front of him. “These are my people,” he whispered. “And they will suffer, and there is nothing I can do but watch as it happens. They deserve better.”
“And I didn’t?” she asked, a vice gripping her heart as she felt emotion swell up inside her. “You come asking for help? Your nerve, your arrogance, is unmatched. Besides which, what would you have me do?”
“I need an army that will not fall from an arrow or a sword, an army that feels no pain, that follows orders just as my men do,” he told her. He visibly forced the words out and Helena’s expression descended further into disbelief as he spoke each one. “We have thousands of dead soldiers. Helena, I am more desperate than I’ve ever been because I know what is coming for my citizens and I am afraid.”
Helena’s face twitched in disgust. “I told you,” she whispered, “that I only ever did this for those mourning a loss. For a last goodbye, for a grieving widow or parent or child. And now you come here to ask me to use my skills to raise you an army?”
“I’ve no right.”
“You don’t.” She swallowed hard against the lump in her throat and regulated her breathing, refusing to allow herself to descend into tears. “I’m an exile, Marius. Because of you. What makes you think I would even consider doing this?”
“Because you’re a good person,” he said quietly. Helena’s eyes narrowed in anger. “You broke the law, repeatedly and with no remorse. It forced my hand, you must know that-”
“You are king,” she said. “Nothing forces your hand.”
Marius fell silent for a long moment. “I know I’ve not seen you for many years, but I still care for your well-being. I still have love for you. I’m not sure if that changes anything here, if it’s even relevant, but I wanted to say it, nonetheless. You’re still my sister.”
Helena’s expression slid into a wearied resignation. “Is that meant to sway my response here? This is an affront to everything I’ve ever tried to do with my necromancy.”
“It’s simply the truth.”
They lapsed into a long silence. “What makes you think I could even wield such power? Over so many at once?”
“You would have support,” he answered. “I’ve come to you first, but if you agree to help, there are other witches who would support you with their power. And the battle won’t be lengthy. It can’t be. We need a show of strength that turns the tides, that reveals we will not be conquered as easily as those who’ve fallen in their path so far.”
Helena slowly leaned back in his chair. “They could try the same thing, you know,” she muttered. “They surely have the same intolerance for my kind of magic, but they will find other necromancers among their people if they truly must. Where will you be then? Your soldiers will be pulled back to their decaying, bloody bodies, forced into battle until they can no longer stand, until their spirits untether from this realm because there is nothing left to hold to. The Empire will be the same. All soldiers will fall and even their corpses will become useless, falling to the ground as desecrated shells. What then?”
“I don’t know,” Marius said softly. “I only know that I need to try. I promised that I would try everything to keep our kingdom, to keep their families, safe. And I intend to keep that promise. To try everything.”
Helena’s gaze slid over to her now chilly cup of tea, a part of her wishing she had ignored that knock at the door. She folded her arms around her tightly, emotions she couldn’t describe roiling inside her, trying to hold tight to the life she’d had ten minutes ago. A life that was simple and, in a way, quite sad, but it was enviable from the position she found herself in now.
“How can I say no?” she whispered. Helena met her brother’s eyes, seeing in them a mixture of relief and utter despair. “I’m an outcast of the highest order save for a special few of my oldest friends, but they are still my people. I remember my home in the village, the children who would play in the streets, their parents doing their best to support their families and to simply…live their lives. I couldn’t leave them to be trampled underfoot in a war that is determined to arrive at their doorstep.
“And I hate you for it,” she continued, her gaze thick with a burden of emotion. “I will always hate you for it.”
“That is something I am willing to live with, and I’d expected nothing less,” he said.
Helena pushed herself to her feet. “I’m determined to have one last cup of tea. Then I’ll need someone to look after my animals. You can send word to Kasper Friis; he’d be willing. And then…” She let out an exhausted sigh. “Then…we prepare for battle.”
***
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2024.05.14 02:34 CoorsLiteSilvBullion Before I drill holes in my hood - should my $29 ram air cowl be center or driver side to best assist my Injen Cold Air Intake? Haha just kidding!! But what size/type drill bit?
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2024.05.14 00:24 MangAlert Rust Coming Through Cowl Hood
 | I had this cowl hood I ordered from LMC truck painted by a shop around a year ago. It was painted after I had it on my truck for about a month with just the primer on it. I didn't drive it much maybe 200 miles or so. Now, after a year these rust spots seem to be coming through from between the panels. submitted by MangAlert to Autobody [link] [comments] So I'm kicking myself because I should've just gotten it sprayed right away and maybe avoided these issues. Before I take it to a body shop I'm curious what options there are to fix it? I'm not worried about it being perfect on the underneath or the corners, I just want to preserve it from rusting any further the best I can. Thanks! |
2024.05.13 19:41 jazminwindsong Help finding this sweater to ship to US?
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2024.05.13 19:27 Curious_Crew8082 [F4A] Princess x Rebel Leader
She often snuck out like this — out her bedchamber and down the corridor was a small maid’s chamber. The room, which led out to a small terrace, was abandoned at night. All it took was a small jump into the soft grass below. Her cloak, a finely stitched garment that she pulled over her head, worked wonders to hide her identity… except, of course, for the family sigil embroidered in gold, dutifully patched over with a few stitches. Easily covered, easily revealed when needed.
She’s Her Royal Highness Charlotte Fulton: the Princess of Diman, a Southern Kingdom that is the stronghold of bustling seaport trade. At first, her escapades were strictly limited to the beach around the castle, cautious to not venture an unpalatable distance away. Yet, curiosity slowly started to get the best of her, inching her way night after night closer into villages surrounding the castle. Again, she started with wealthier locales, ones filled with loyalists who wouldn’t dare harm her.
Yet, her need for adventure proved insatiable. Soon enough, Princess Charlotte found herself holding a tight grip on the base of her hood to keep her cowl steady as she stood in the corners of dingy taverns and lowly inns. Sure, the cheap ale was sometimes preferred over the fine wines at home, but she craved the conversations more. Not those she took part in, no, but those she overheard from rebel alliances whispering treasonous plans and hatred of the monarchy. She dared not intervene or even look directly at any of them. That was, until one fateful night she did make eye contact with one… —
Hello! Thanks for reading this far. For this RP, I will be playing a princess and would like you to play the leader of a rebel group/alliance. My thinking here would be my character has spied for some length of time on the group but makes eye contact with your character, which may rouse suspicion in yours (who would likely know the enemy on sight). From there, maybe your characters exposes mine fully, maybe your character confronts mine, or maybe it’s kept secret between the two. I would hope for this to follow an enemies to lovers arcs, with both characters grappling with preconceived notions of the other while dealing with the overarching political drama at hand between rebels and royal loyalists.
For the nuts and bolts here, I write on Discord, third person past tense, and I would like to have my partner write the same. I typically write female characters and I am happy to write against another female or male character. I am looking for someone who would fit in the semi to advanced literate realm. I tend to write a lot and so I am not interested in swapping a couple paragraphs per post. Think 4-5+ paragraphs here but really more like going over the discord limit handily.
If you’re interested, do not hesitate to reach out! I’d love to hear your ideas, thoughts, etc. A writing sample to expedite the process would be more than welcome, but not required.
Hope you have a great day!
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She’s Her Royal Highness Charlotte Fulton: the Princess of Diman, a Southern Kingdom that is the stronghold of bustling seaport trade. At first, her escapades were strictly limited to the beach around the castle, cautious to not venture an unpalatable distance away. Yet, curiosity slowly started to get the best of her, inching her way night after night closer into villages surrounding the castle. Again, she started with wealthier locales, ones filled with loyalists who wouldn’t dare harm her.
Yet, her need for adventure proved insatiable. Soon enough, Princess Charlotte found herself holding a tight grip on the base of her hood to keep her cowl steady as she stood in the corners of dingy taverns and lowly inns. Sure, the cheap ale was sometimes preferred over the fine wines at home, but she craved the conversations more. Not those she took part in, no, but those she overheard from rebel alliances whispering treasonous plans and hatred of the monarchy. She dared not intervene or even look directly at any of them. That was, until one fateful night she did make eye contact with one… —
Hello! Thanks for reading this far. For this RP, I will be playing a princess and would like you to play the leader of a rebel group/alliance. My thinking here would be my character has spied for some length of time on the group but makes eye contact with your character, which may rouse suspicion in yours (who would likely know the enemy on sight). From there, maybe your characters exposes mine fully, maybe your character confronts mine, or maybe it’s kept secret between the two. I would hope for this to follow an enemies to lovers arcs, with both characters grappling with preconceived notions of the other while dealing with the overarching political drama at hand between rebels and royal loyalists.
For the nuts and bolts here, I write on Discord, third person past tense, and I would like to have my partner write the same. I typically write female characters and I am happy to write against another female or male character. I am looking for someone who would fit in the semi to advanced literate realm. I tend to write a lot and so I am not interested in swapping a couple paragraphs per post. Think 4-5+ paragraphs here but really more like going over the discord limit handily.
If you’re interested, do not hesitate to reach out! I’d love to hear your ideas, thoughts, etc. A writing sample to expedite the process would be more than welcome, but not required.
Hope you have a great day!
2024.05.13 19:26 Curious_Crew8082 [F4A] Royal x Rebel Leader
She often snuck out like this — out her bedchamber and down the corridor was a small maid’s chamber. The room, which led out to a small terrace, was abandoned at night. All it took was a small jump into the soft grass below. Her cloak, a finely stitched garment that she pulled over her head, worked wonders to hide her identity… except, of course, for the family sigil embroidered in gold, dutifully patched over with a few stitches. Easily covered, easily revealed when needed.
She’s Her Royal Highness Charlotte Fulton: the Princess of Diman, a Southern Kingdom that is the stronghold of bustling seaport trade. At first, her escapades were strictly limited to the beach around the castle, cautious to not venture an unpalatable distance away. Yet, curiosity slowly started to get the best of her, inching her way night after night closer into villages surrounding the castle. Again, she started with wealthier locales, ones filled with loyalists who wouldn’t dare harm her.
Yet, her need for adventure proved insatiable. Soon enough, Princess Charlotte found herself holding a tight grip on the base of her hood to keep her cowl steady as she stood in the corners of dingy taverns and lowly inns. Sure, the cheap ale was sometimes preferred over the fine wines at home, but she craved the conversations more. Not those she took part in, no, but those she overheard from rebel alliances whispering treasonous plans and hatred of the monarchy. She dared not intervene or even look directly at any of them. That was, until one fateful night she did make eye contact with one… —
Hello! Thanks for reading this far. For this RP, I will be playing a princess and would like you to play the leader of a rebel group/alliance. My thinking here would be my character has spied for some length of time on the group but makes eye contact with your character, which may rouse suspicion in yours (who would likely know the enemy on sight). From there, maybe your characters exposes mine fully, maybe your character confronts mine, or maybe it’s kept secret between the two. I would hope for this to follow an enemies to lovers arcs, with both characters grappling with preconceived notions of the other while dealing with the overarching political drama at hand between rebels and royal loyalists.
For the nuts and bolts here, I write on Discord, third person past tense, and I would like to have my partner write the same. I typically write female characters and I am happy to write against another female or male character. I am looking for someone who would fit in the semi to advanced literate realm. I tend to write a lot and so I am not interested in swapping a couple paragraphs per post. Think 4-5+ paragraphs here but really more like going over the discord limit handily.
If you’re interested, do not hesitate to reach out! I’d love to hear your ideas, thoughts, etc. A writing sample to expedite the process would be more than welcome, but not required.
Hope you have a great day!
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She’s Her Royal Highness Charlotte Fulton: the Princess of Diman, a Southern Kingdom that is the stronghold of bustling seaport trade. At first, her escapades were strictly limited to the beach around the castle, cautious to not venture an unpalatable distance away. Yet, curiosity slowly started to get the best of her, inching her way night after night closer into villages surrounding the castle. Again, she started with wealthier locales, ones filled with loyalists who wouldn’t dare harm her.
Yet, her need for adventure proved insatiable. Soon enough, Princess Charlotte found herself holding a tight grip on the base of her hood to keep her cowl steady as she stood in the corners of dingy taverns and lowly inns. Sure, the cheap ale was sometimes preferred over the fine wines at home, but she craved the conversations more. Not those she took part in, no, but those she overheard from rebel alliances whispering treasonous plans and hatred of the monarchy. She dared not intervene or even look directly at any of them. That was, until one fateful night she did make eye contact with one… —
Hello! Thanks for reading this far. For this RP, I will be playing a princess and would like you to play the leader of a rebel group/alliance. My thinking here would be my character has spied for some length of time on the group but makes eye contact with your character, which may rouse suspicion in yours (who would likely know the enemy on sight). From there, maybe your characters exposes mine fully, maybe your character confronts mine, or maybe it’s kept secret between the two. I would hope for this to follow an enemies to lovers arcs, with both characters grappling with preconceived notions of the other while dealing with the overarching political drama at hand between rebels and royal loyalists.
For the nuts and bolts here, I write on Discord, third person past tense, and I would like to have my partner write the same. I typically write female characters and I am happy to write against another female or male character. I am looking for someone who would fit in the semi to advanced literate realm. I tend to write a lot and so I am not interested in swapping a couple paragraphs per post. Think 4-5+ paragraphs here but really more like going over the discord limit handily.
If you’re interested, do not hesitate to reach out! I’d love to hear your ideas, thoughts, etc. A writing sample to expedite the process would be more than welcome, but not required.
Hope you have a great day!
2024.05.12 23:14 lemondrop_215 In search of hood pattern
 | I saw this on etsy and I love the look but I have no idea of how to do the hood. Assuming that the back is knit as one, the front in two, the arms separately, adding ribbing at the end and just changing colour when needed. submitted by lemondrop_215 to knitting [link] [comments] Sadly the seller doesn’t have a listing for the pattern, only selling the finished pieces Any ideas on how to do the hood/know of any similar patterns? |
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2024.05.12 21:09 aranya3003 Tth questions
I’ve just started to read Tth and had a few questions, feel free to say RAFO if they would be answered later,
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- Spinnock talks about the fight between Silanah and Cowl (cg) in the Mott wood. But weren’t they allies against the Malazans why were they fighting?
- Dassem is Traveller but Dassem is also Dessembrae? But Traveller is mortal and Dessembrae is a god right? How does that work?
- When sorry killed Paran in GOTM? Oppon bargained for his life to a god who was not Hood, who was he?
2024.05.11 18:25 Conscious-Dingo4463 1977. Chevy Fleetside truck
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2024.05.11 07:25 kiltedfrog Legion hires a new babysitter.
"We're sorry, we didn't know she was your daughter!" The young costumed villain said sarcastically, standing in front of his little group. He was dressed like robin hood, but black and red, instead of joyful green. It was Greedy Cowl and his Miserly Men.
"And that's your justification? You're sorry because the vulnerable little girl you kidnapped was the wrong little girl?" A single gaunt man said. "Are you saying you wouldn't be sorry if it was any other little girl?"
"Its not quite like that, Skeleton Jack, we're not even sorry it's your kid." Greedy Cowl said. "You're just one tired dusty old sod, what're you going to do? If you're not here to pay the Ransom, we'll kill her and find another."
"We are Legion." The hollow man said. "Not skeleton Jack."
"What mate?" Big Jack said, stepping up next to his boss Greedy Cowl, he was about waist high on Greedy.
The Gaunt man responded with a forward kick, planting a foot directly on Big Jack's face. Only he was still standing where he'd been. "We," Both copies of him said becoming four, "Are Legion."
Before the Miserly men knew what hit them, there was sixteen copies of the man, and all of them pulled revolvers out. For a moment it seemed he was at his limit, and everyone sprang into action.
Big Jack on the ground took two in the chest and one in the head. Greedy cowl returned fire on the one that killed his least important man, spraying the gaunt man's brains across another copy of him, and then gunning that one down too.
Least, the Blacksmith's Daughter, had the wisdom of old age to sense the impending trouble. She managed to land a blow on one of the Legion with a hammer, but she too was quickly shot to death in cold blood. The Legion she had damaged then shot itself in the head and another of them ripped out a couple of fresh copies.
Control Azure, Greedy Cowls step-nephew, caught a bullet in the knee as he dived for cover, and started screaming for his uncle to save him. "Cowardly child." The Legion who shot him taunted firing more shots his way but not landing any.
Merlin the Spicy immediately dropped to the ground shouting, "Please don't kill me, they forced me join them! I don't wanna kidnap little girls! I just wanted to rob banks and trains, not kidnap!"
Tired Fuck, the insomniac devil worshiping cocaine addict clown charged forward and was caught in the throat by a pair of Legion's linked arms. When he hit the ground they didn't bother to shoot him, because he was immediately knocked unconscious, and he looked so peaceful when he slept.
Harridan the Harlot had had a hand on her handy handgun the instant the gaunt man had said "That's my daughter you got there," before this whole shitshow began. She popped off four shots, killing two Legion, and wounding two more before Legion took her down. The wounded ones killed themselves, and the remainder replicated back to sixteen almost like it never happened.
The Breaker, finally another actual super on the team other than Greedy Cowl. The bullets bounced off him from Legion's many revolvers, and six of them changed tactics. They pulled knives and rushed in to stab at the bulky man, but he wouldn't go down easy. Though every time he broke one's neck another popped out immediately to replace it, like some horrific game of murder-a-mole.
The Cook, she was innocent in all this. She'd been feeding and tending to Claire for the whole week she'd been missing, but she also served food to and tended to the Miserly Men for a long time before that. Legion was going to leave her fate to his precious daughter to decide, but he saw the cook protecting Claire with her body, and decided then and there that she should live.
The Barbarian was another of the supers on the team, he was a monk with the ability to dodge bullets, and his skills were put to the absolute test. Initially he was easily able to dodge the incoming fire, and even helped to drag Control Azure into complete cover inside a thick Iron safe in their hideout before heading back out into the hail of bullets to try to help the Breaker, but as his friends died around him the hail of bullets got too thick, and he caught one in the calf, then the thigh, then the eye. Then a dozen more because he'd been a slippy one to hit and Legion was mad and had plenty of ammo.
The Houndmaster was another super powered prick, but not a particularly resistant to bullets super powered prick. He never had a chance to blow his whistle and summon the dogs, and for that Legion was glad. He'd done some terrible things, but he hadn't yet sunk to the horrible low of mass dog murderer.
The last person who had joined Greedy Cowl's Miserly men was A Regular Englishman. When all the hubbub broke out he said, "I dare say!" And then was promptly shot in the face.
With six of Legion stabbing away at the Breaker, making little nicks in his skin here and there with their reckless full bodied attacks, that left ten of legion's bodies there for other business. Two went to talk to The Cook and Claire, and another eight turned to handle Greedy Cowl more personally. They all cracked their necks and pulled out brass knuckles. He might be the fastest sharpest gun around, but there was no way he'd be able to outgun and out fight eight of Legion's bodies.
The eight all surged as one, and four hit the ground before they could start swinging at Greedy Cowl. They were replaced quickly, two of the remaining Legion stepped back to replicate more as needed, refilling the ranks faster than Greedy could empty and reload his gun. Those on the Breaker guided him into Greedy Cowl. They had blinded one eye and been trying for the other. Legion could easily control where the big man walked now as he stabbed and pushed and kicked him from all different directions.
As the Breaker stumbled into Greedy Cowls fight, and Greedy knew his end was at hand for he couldn't dodge this stumbling fool and six attacker of his own. He made a cruel decision and aimed a shot at his kidnapping victim. He fired directly at Claire. If this Legion bastard was going to kill his whole gang, he was going to take everything from him, but The Cook was still shielding the little girl because Legion was terrifying and she wasn't about to give Claire to him, even if he was claiming that she was somehow his daughter.
"Stop this rampant violence Citizens!" A heroic voice called from the entry of the dark warehouse lair of the Miserly Men.
It was Citizen Justice. A hammer wielding nigh invincible superhero, so long as what he thought he was doing was Just. If you could sow some doubt in him, his powers waned, and he could be injured. He and Legion had tangled a few times in the last couple of years, and fought together as a team back when Legion was Mr Many, and on the side of good. Neither of them ever really came away from their brawls feeling like the winner, exactly.
He'd shouted before he looked, again. "Ferdinand, Nice to see you ol' friend, a little busy at the moment though, if you don't mind." Three Legions grappled Greedy Cowl after The Breaker trampled over him. A fourth Legion stole Greedy's boot gun and shot him in the brain with it. Dead.
A Legion was tending the wound in the Cook as best he could, but a shot in the middle of the upper chest, pretty fatal most of the time. Mostly he was comforting her, telling her she had done well. The other one over there had checked over his child, made sure she wasn't physically injured. Then he'd taken his jacket off and tossed it over the child's head. She'd already seen too much and didn't need to see anymore. She seemed pretty well in shock.
"Citizen Justice, help me, he's gonna murder me." The Breaker begged, trying to fight off the horde of Legion attacking him.
"Frank, I don't want to fight you again. Stop dammit, stop stabbing that criminal!" Citizen Justice's hammer started to Glow, and Legion knew he only had a moment left to finish the job on The breaker, and everyone responsible for kidnapping his daughter would be dead. A few people who were innocent through incompetence or simply having been press ganged were still alive, but Legion didn't kill innocents, at least not if he could help it.
A loud crack rang out from behind Citizen Justice. And a moment later the Breaker collapsed into a pool of blood. "Elephant gun." Two of the Legion said, one in the ear of The Breaker as the blood left his brain and he drew his last breath, and the other who had walked closer to Citizen Justice so as to not have to shout.
"You didn't have to kill him Frank," Citizen Justice said, "Come my friend, you can stop this whole Legion thing, come back to us, we can talk it out over cigars and whiskey. I'm sure we can get one of the wealthier members to fund enough for all of you, we can figure out a way to make it right."
All of the Legions laughed, but only the one closest to Citizen Justice spoke. "No... I don't think so Ferd. Sorry about the mess. They killed far more of me than you ever do, but that's fine, cause no one kills as many of me as I do." All of them but the one talking pulled single shot guns from their jackets and shot themselves in the head with them. The one that had been speaking did all but pull the trigger.
"Frank, please. Don't do this, I know it takes from you." Citizen Justice pleaded. "Why, why even do this?"
"The little girl, Ferd, she's me and Anne's daughter. And since Anne died in childbirth after that nasty affair up in multi town... well I guess I do still have something of myself I could lose." The Legion tried to pull the trigger but Citizen Justice was too fast, and stopped him. "Listen, take care of my kid would you. I don't wanna have to do this all over again next time."
And then, even though Citizen Justice had stopped this body from shooting itself, the Elephant gun fired again from off in the distance, and the man he'd stopped from killing himself was gone.
"God fucking dammit Frank..."
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"And that's your justification? You're sorry because the vulnerable little girl you kidnapped was the wrong little girl?" A single gaunt man said. "Are you saying you wouldn't be sorry if it was any other little girl?"
"Its not quite like that, Skeleton Jack, we're not even sorry it's your kid." Greedy Cowl said. "You're just one tired dusty old sod, what're you going to do? If you're not here to pay the Ransom, we'll kill her and find another."
"We are Legion." The hollow man said. "Not skeleton Jack."
"What mate?" Big Jack said, stepping up next to his boss Greedy Cowl, he was about waist high on Greedy.
The Gaunt man responded with a forward kick, planting a foot directly on Big Jack's face. Only he was still standing where he'd been. "We," Both copies of him said becoming four, "Are Legion."
Before the Miserly men knew what hit them, there was sixteen copies of the man, and all of them pulled revolvers out. For a moment it seemed he was at his limit, and everyone sprang into action.
Big Jack on the ground took two in the chest and one in the head. Greedy cowl returned fire on the one that killed his least important man, spraying the gaunt man's brains across another copy of him, and then gunning that one down too.
Least, the Blacksmith's Daughter, had the wisdom of old age to sense the impending trouble. She managed to land a blow on one of the Legion with a hammer, but she too was quickly shot to death in cold blood. The Legion she had damaged then shot itself in the head and another of them ripped out a couple of fresh copies.
Control Azure, Greedy Cowls step-nephew, caught a bullet in the knee as he dived for cover, and started screaming for his uncle to save him. "Cowardly child." The Legion who shot him taunted firing more shots his way but not landing any.
Merlin the Spicy immediately dropped to the ground shouting, "Please don't kill me, they forced me join them! I don't wanna kidnap little girls! I just wanted to rob banks and trains, not kidnap!"
Tired Fuck, the insomniac devil worshiping cocaine addict clown charged forward and was caught in the throat by a pair of Legion's linked arms. When he hit the ground they didn't bother to shoot him, because he was immediately knocked unconscious, and he looked so peaceful when he slept.
Harridan the Harlot had had a hand on her handy handgun the instant the gaunt man had said "That's my daughter you got there," before this whole shitshow began. She popped off four shots, killing two Legion, and wounding two more before Legion took her down. The wounded ones killed themselves, and the remainder replicated back to sixteen almost like it never happened.
The Breaker, finally another actual super on the team other than Greedy Cowl. The bullets bounced off him from Legion's many revolvers, and six of them changed tactics. They pulled knives and rushed in to stab at the bulky man, but he wouldn't go down easy. Though every time he broke one's neck another popped out immediately to replace it, like some horrific game of murder-a-mole.
The Cook, she was innocent in all this. She'd been feeding and tending to Claire for the whole week she'd been missing, but she also served food to and tended to the Miserly Men for a long time before that. Legion was going to leave her fate to his precious daughter to decide, but he saw the cook protecting Claire with her body, and decided then and there that she should live.
The Barbarian was another of the supers on the team, he was a monk with the ability to dodge bullets, and his skills were put to the absolute test. Initially he was easily able to dodge the incoming fire, and even helped to drag Control Azure into complete cover inside a thick Iron safe in their hideout before heading back out into the hail of bullets to try to help the Breaker, but as his friends died around him the hail of bullets got too thick, and he caught one in the calf, then the thigh, then the eye. Then a dozen more because he'd been a slippy one to hit and Legion was mad and had plenty of ammo.
The Houndmaster was another super powered prick, but not a particularly resistant to bullets super powered prick. He never had a chance to blow his whistle and summon the dogs, and for that Legion was glad. He'd done some terrible things, but he hadn't yet sunk to the horrible low of mass dog murderer.
The last person who had joined Greedy Cowl's Miserly men was A Regular Englishman. When all the hubbub broke out he said, "I dare say!" And then was promptly shot in the face.
With six of Legion stabbing away at the Breaker, making little nicks in his skin here and there with their reckless full bodied attacks, that left ten of legion's bodies there for other business. Two went to talk to The Cook and Claire, and another eight turned to handle Greedy Cowl more personally. They all cracked their necks and pulled out brass knuckles. He might be the fastest sharpest gun around, but there was no way he'd be able to outgun and out fight eight of Legion's bodies.
The eight all surged as one, and four hit the ground before they could start swinging at Greedy Cowl. They were replaced quickly, two of the remaining Legion stepped back to replicate more as needed, refilling the ranks faster than Greedy could empty and reload his gun. Those on the Breaker guided him into Greedy Cowl. They had blinded one eye and been trying for the other. Legion could easily control where the big man walked now as he stabbed and pushed and kicked him from all different directions.
As the Breaker stumbled into Greedy Cowls fight, and Greedy knew his end was at hand for he couldn't dodge this stumbling fool and six attacker of his own. He made a cruel decision and aimed a shot at his kidnapping victim. He fired directly at Claire. If this Legion bastard was going to kill his whole gang, he was going to take everything from him, but The Cook was still shielding the little girl because Legion was terrifying and she wasn't about to give Claire to him, even if he was claiming that she was somehow his daughter.
"Stop this rampant violence Citizens!" A heroic voice called from the entry of the dark warehouse lair of the Miserly Men.
It was Citizen Justice. A hammer wielding nigh invincible superhero, so long as what he thought he was doing was Just. If you could sow some doubt in him, his powers waned, and he could be injured. He and Legion had tangled a few times in the last couple of years, and fought together as a team back when Legion was Mr Many, and on the side of good. Neither of them ever really came away from their brawls feeling like the winner, exactly.
He'd shouted before he looked, again. "Ferdinand, Nice to see you ol' friend, a little busy at the moment though, if you don't mind." Three Legions grappled Greedy Cowl after The Breaker trampled over him. A fourth Legion stole Greedy's boot gun and shot him in the brain with it. Dead.
A Legion was tending the wound in the Cook as best he could, but a shot in the middle of the upper chest, pretty fatal most of the time. Mostly he was comforting her, telling her she had done well. The other one over there had checked over his child, made sure she wasn't physically injured. Then he'd taken his jacket off and tossed it over the child's head. She'd already seen too much and didn't need to see anymore. She seemed pretty well in shock.
"Citizen Justice, help me, he's gonna murder me." The Breaker begged, trying to fight off the horde of Legion attacking him.
"Frank, I don't want to fight you again. Stop dammit, stop stabbing that criminal!" Citizen Justice's hammer started to Glow, and Legion knew he only had a moment left to finish the job on The breaker, and everyone responsible for kidnapping his daughter would be dead. A few people who were innocent through incompetence or simply having been press ganged were still alive, but Legion didn't kill innocents, at least not if he could help it.
A loud crack rang out from behind Citizen Justice. And a moment later the Breaker collapsed into a pool of blood. "Elephant gun." Two of the Legion said, one in the ear of The Breaker as the blood left his brain and he drew his last breath, and the other who had walked closer to Citizen Justice so as to not have to shout.
"You didn't have to kill him Frank," Citizen Justice said, "Come my friend, you can stop this whole Legion thing, come back to us, we can talk it out over cigars and whiskey. I'm sure we can get one of the wealthier members to fund enough for all of you, we can figure out a way to make it right."
All of the Legions laughed, but only the one closest to Citizen Justice spoke. "No... I don't think so Ferd. Sorry about the mess. They killed far more of me than you ever do, but that's fine, cause no one kills as many of me as I do." All of them but the one talking pulled single shot guns from their jackets and shot themselves in the head with them. The one that had been speaking did all but pull the trigger.
"Frank, please. Don't do this, I know it takes from you." Citizen Justice pleaded. "Why, why even do this?"
"The little girl, Ferd, she's me and Anne's daughter. And since Anne died in childbirth after that nasty affair up in multi town... well I guess I do still have something of myself I could lose." The Legion tried to pull the trigger but Citizen Justice was too fast, and stopped him. "Listen, take care of my kid would you. I don't wanna have to do this all over again next time."
And then, even though Citizen Justice had stopped this body from shooting itself, the Elephant gun fired again from off in the distance, and the man he'd stopped from killing himself was gone.
"God fucking dammit Frank..."
2024.05.11 06:51 AbyssDragonNamielle Kitchener stitch struggle
I'm using kitchener to join a cowl in the round. It is 1x1 ribbed with a slipped stitch egde. One side has 21 stitches and the other has 20 stitches. I had originally stitched it just fine without any discrepency (extra stitch posed no issue since it was kinda hidden by the edging), however, I learned afterwards I was supposed to twist the cowl before stitching. I think I have everything lined up before starting only for my sides to be off by half or a full rib. Working it as is causes it to be off by half a rib, and decreasing the top needle makes it off by a full rib.
The top needle is the one with 21 stitches and starts off knit, purl, knit (or purl knit purl if I decrease). Bottom needle starts off purl, knit, purl. I've been following Suzanne Bryan's video for grafting 1x1 rib worked flat. I have the methodology of working each stitch down, I just can't seem to line it up regardless of which side I start on. My working yarn is getting very fuzzy from all the attempts. I'm really not sure why I was able to line it up before but not now that it's twisted.
EDIT: Full photo of cowl
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The top needle is the one with 21 stitches and starts off knit, purl, knit (or purl knit purl if I decrease). Bottom needle starts off purl, knit, purl. I've been following Suzanne Bryan's video for grafting 1x1 rib worked flat. I have the methodology of working each stitch down, I just can't seem to line it up regardless of which side I start on. My working yarn is getting very fuzzy from all the attempts. I'm really not sure why I was able to line it up before but not now that it's twisted.
EDIT: Full photo of cowl
2024.05.10 13:40 datomaisuradze Solo mists. Carving sword vs Bloodletter vs Frost staff
Hello.
I want to play in lethal mists which basically means 1v1 pvp, most of the time.
I am deciding between these 3 weapons and I have some thoughts / concerns about them.
And also, is there any website that helps you to see other people's builds?
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I want to play in lethal mists which basically means 1v1 pvp, most of the time.
I am deciding between these 3 weapons and I have some thoughts / concerns about them.
- Carving sword - looks fun to play, spells make sense to me but it's a bit expensive. So far I tried this build: Fiend cowl, Mistwalker jacket, Feyscale sandals
- Bloodletter - as I found out people call this rat weapon, rat build or something like that because of it's execution I think. other spells doesn't seem to be very strong, lethal. For example I got killed by fire staff with 850 IP when I had 950 IP with the following build: Mercenary hood, Stalker jacket, Scholar sandals, Torch
- Frost staff - I dont know much about this weapon, just liked it's CC abilities that will help with kite, hit and run tactics. I want to understand more about this weapon and if it's viable in mists or not.
And also, is there any website that helps you to see other people's builds?
2024.05.09 00:21 Goldstein_Goldberg Manor Lords music led me into a rabbit hole of medieval music. Meet Oswald von Wolkenstein, composer of the in-game song "Vil Lieber Grüsse Süsse"
I was playing Manor Lords and I was struck by an instrumental tune "Vil Lieber Grüsse Süsse". It was also used in the launch trailer.
Here's the in-game version: https://youtu.be/M31x6tWGNxI And here's the version with lyrics: Ensemble für frühe Musik Augsburg - Vil lieber grüsse süsse (youtube.com)
Turns out it's the instrumental version of a real medieval song written and composed by Oswald von Wolkenstein. His life is well-recorded and interesting. He becomes a squire to a knight at age 10, breaks a lot of oaths, becomes a knight himself, participates in politics with kings, emperor's and the clergy. All while composing songs about travel, God and sex that survived to this day. I highly recommend a dive into his Wikipedia page: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oswald_von_Wolkenstein
And that got me to the song he wrote looking back at his life: "Es Fügt Sich", or "It Falls Into Place".
It's lovely. Have a listen: https://youtu.be/_o0AUCwHzt8?list=RD_o0AUCwHzt8
And here's a translation of the full poem in the song:
"It occurred to me, when I was ten years of age, that I wanted to see what the world was like. [Since then] I have dwelled in so many a hot and cold corner, in misery and poverty, with Christians, Greek-Orthodox, and heathens. I had taken three pennies in my bag and one piece of bread from home to keep me alive, when I ran away into hardship. Because of strange “friends” I have ever since lost so many drops of blood, that I thought that I would die. Suffering from heavy penance I walked on foot until the day when my father died. I was fourteen then and yet still did not own a horse, except for one that I had stolen, and one that I also had stolen, a mule, light in color, but unfortunately I lost both in the same way. You know, I was messenger boy, cook, and horse groom; I even pulled an oar—that was hard— near Candia [Crete] and elsewhere, and later back again. All kinds of coats were my best clothing. II. To Prussia, Lithuania, Tartary, Turkey, and to the other side of the sea, to France, Italy, Léon-Galicia love drove me, and I had to pay for it myself, marching with the armies of two kings: Ruprecht and Sigmund, both under the sign of the eagle. French, Arabic, Catalan, Castilian, German, Latin, Slovenian, Italian, Russian, and Greek: these ten languages I used whenever necessary. Moreover I knew how to play the fiddle, the trumpet, drums, and the flute.
I sailed around islands and peninsulas, and many other countries on large ships, which saved me from the dangers of storms. I busily traversed the northern and the southern part of the sea. The Black Sea made me hug a barrel, when, in my misfortune, my brigantine crashed. I was a merchant then, but I survived well and could rescue myself, I and a Russian. In the wild sea my capital and profit sank away down to the depths, whereas I swam to the shore.
Before the queen of Aragon—what a beautiful woman!— I knelt down, gladly I pointed my beard toward her, and with white hands she attached a precious ring to the beard. She was very kind and said: “Never remove it again!” With her hand she cut a hole into my earlobe with a little needle made out of brass. According to their customs she attached two rings to them, which I wore for a long time. They are called raicades. Then immediately afterward I went up to King Sigismund. He stared at me with gaping open mouth, crossed himself when he recognized me. He immediately cried out loudly to me: “You wear such trashy stuff!” Then he asked me in a friendly way: “Do the rings not hurt you?” The women and also the men looked at me, laughing altogether, among them nine people of royal descent who happened to be in Perpignan, among them their pope of Luna, called Peter, and also, as the tenth of them, the Roman [German] king and the lady of Prades.
I wanted to reform my vain life, believe me that, and I turned into a migrant monk 26 for well over two whole years. At the beginning I was certainly inspired by devotion, but then love spoiled the end entirely. Irrespective of how long I traveled around on horseback, looking for knightly sport, and served a lady, what I will pass over in silence, she never wanted to grant me her grace, not one iota, until a monk’s garb made me into a fool. Many things then worked out easily for me, when the cowl with the hood clothed me. Truly, never before or after did a girl prove to be so friendly, who had gracefully listened to my words. Straightaway my devotion flew away through the chimney when I shook the cowl off amid the smoke. Since then I have experienced many struggles in matters of love, and my joy has been bitten by frost quite badly. It would take too long to relate all my suffering, but I am tortured above all by wonderfully beautiful lips, whch have wounded my heart until the day of bitter death.
In her presence I often broke out in cold sweat, the color of my face often changed from red to pale when I encountered the pretty girl. Because of much trembling and sighing I often no longer felt my body, as if I had been burnt. Suddenly frightened even when two hundred miles away from her, I feel roasted and as yet without comfort. Cod, rain, and snow, along with torturing frost can never bother me so much that I would not have burnt when the beloved sun [his mistress] heated me up. When I am with her, then the center and limits of my life are no longer free. Because of a lady I am forced to take foreign, bad roads leading me into the unknown, until hatred disappears thanks to her gracefulness. If she were willing to help, my sadness would turn into blissfulness.
Four hundred women or more, but not one man, did I find on the island of Ios [Nios]; they lived there on this small spot of earth. No one has ever seen a more beautiful image in one hall. Nevertheless, none of those ladies could outshine the one for whom I carry a heavy load on my back. Oh God, if she only knew half of my painful burden, then everything would be much easier, whatever suffering I would experience, and I would have hopes that she might grant me her pity. When I am wringing my hands many times while in foreign lands, then I am painfully feeling the lack of her greeting, and I do not sleep well in sweet peacefulness neither late at night nor early in the morning. The reasons for this are her tender, white arms. Young men and women, you who are in love, keep this kind of suffering in mind. How happy I felt when the beloved granted me her blessing. Truly, on my honor, if I had to realize that I would no longer see her, then my eyes would have to pay for it with many tears.
I spent forty years minus two so far [in my life] with exuberance, wild behavior, creating poetry, and singing all kinds of songs. Now the time would be ripe to listen as a married man to the screaming of my own children in the crib. But I will never be able to forget the one [woman] who instilled happiness in me here on earth. Nowhere in the entire world would I be able to find anyone like her. However, I am very afraid of the nagging scolding [barking] of the wife.
Many a wise man has so far appreciated my judgment and advice, and they also enjoyed my happy songs. I, Wolkenstein, certainly live unreasonably by having been so committed to this world. Also, I admit, I do not know when I will die, whereupon nothing more significant will follow than the results of my deeds. If then I would have served God properly according to His will, then I would not be afraid of the hot blazing fames [in Hell]."
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Here's the in-game version: https://youtu.be/M31x6tWGNxI And here's the version with lyrics: Ensemble für frühe Musik Augsburg - Vil lieber grüsse süsse (youtube.com)
Turns out it's the instrumental version of a real medieval song written and composed by Oswald von Wolkenstein. His life is well-recorded and interesting. He becomes a squire to a knight at age 10, breaks a lot of oaths, becomes a knight himself, participates in politics with kings, emperor's and the clergy. All while composing songs about travel, God and sex that survived to this day. I highly recommend a dive into his Wikipedia page: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oswald_von_Wolkenstein
And that got me to the song he wrote looking back at his life: "Es Fügt Sich", or "It Falls Into Place".
It's lovely. Have a listen: https://youtu.be/_o0AUCwHzt8?list=RD_o0AUCwHzt8
And here's a translation of the full poem in the song:
"It occurred to me, when I was ten years of age, that I wanted to see what the world was like. [Since then] I have dwelled in so many a hot and cold corner, in misery and poverty, with Christians, Greek-Orthodox, and heathens. I had taken three pennies in my bag and one piece of bread from home to keep me alive, when I ran away into hardship. Because of strange “friends” I have ever since lost so many drops of blood, that I thought that I would die. Suffering from heavy penance I walked on foot until the day when my father died. I was fourteen then and yet still did not own a horse, except for one that I had stolen, and one that I also had stolen, a mule, light in color, but unfortunately I lost both in the same way. You know, I was messenger boy, cook, and horse groom; I even pulled an oar—that was hard— near Candia [Crete] and elsewhere, and later back again. All kinds of coats were my best clothing. II. To Prussia, Lithuania, Tartary, Turkey, and to the other side of the sea, to France, Italy, Léon-Galicia love drove me, and I had to pay for it myself, marching with the armies of two kings: Ruprecht and Sigmund, both under the sign of the eagle. French, Arabic, Catalan, Castilian, German, Latin, Slovenian, Italian, Russian, and Greek: these ten languages I used whenever necessary. Moreover I knew how to play the fiddle, the trumpet, drums, and the flute.
I sailed around islands and peninsulas, and many other countries on large ships, which saved me from the dangers of storms. I busily traversed the northern and the southern part of the sea. The Black Sea made me hug a barrel, when, in my misfortune, my brigantine crashed. I was a merchant then, but I survived well and could rescue myself, I and a Russian. In the wild sea my capital and profit sank away down to the depths, whereas I swam to the shore.
Before the queen of Aragon—what a beautiful woman!— I knelt down, gladly I pointed my beard toward her, and with white hands she attached a precious ring to the beard. She was very kind and said: “Never remove it again!” With her hand she cut a hole into my earlobe with a little needle made out of brass. According to their customs she attached two rings to them, which I wore for a long time. They are called raicades. Then immediately afterward I went up to King Sigismund. He stared at me with gaping open mouth, crossed himself when he recognized me. He immediately cried out loudly to me: “You wear such trashy stuff!” Then he asked me in a friendly way: “Do the rings not hurt you?” The women and also the men looked at me, laughing altogether, among them nine people of royal descent who happened to be in Perpignan, among them their pope of Luna, called Peter, and also, as the tenth of them, the Roman [German] king and the lady of Prades.
I wanted to reform my vain life, believe me that, and I turned into a migrant monk 26 for well over two whole years. At the beginning I was certainly inspired by devotion, but then love spoiled the end entirely. Irrespective of how long I traveled around on horseback, looking for knightly sport, and served a lady, what I will pass over in silence, she never wanted to grant me her grace, not one iota, until a monk’s garb made me into a fool. Many things then worked out easily for me, when the cowl with the hood clothed me. Truly, never before or after did a girl prove to be so friendly, who had gracefully listened to my words. Straightaway my devotion flew away through the chimney when I shook the cowl off amid the smoke. Since then I have experienced many struggles in matters of love, and my joy has been bitten by frost quite badly. It would take too long to relate all my suffering, but I am tortured above all by wonderfully beautiful lips, whch have wounded my heart until the day of bitter death.
In her presence I often broke out in cold sweat, the color of my face often changed from red to pale when I encountered the pretty girl. Because of much trembling and sighing I often no longer felt my body, as if I had been burnt. Suddenly frightened even when two hundred miles away from her, I feel roasted and as yet without comfort. Cod, rain, and snow, along with torturing frost can never bother me so much that I would not have burnt when the beloved sun [his mistress] heated me up. When I am with her, then the center and limits of my life are no longer free. Because of a lady I am forced to take foreign, bad roads leading me into the unknown, until hatred disappears thanks to her gracefulness. If she were willing to help, my sadness would turn into blissfulness.
Four hundred women or more, but not one man, did I find on the island of Ios [Nios]; they lived there on this small spot of earth. No one has ever seen a more beautiful image in one hall. Nevertheless, none of those ladies could outshine the one for whom I carry a heavy load on my back. Oh God, if she only knew half of my painful burden, then everything would be much easier, whatever suffering I would experience, and I would have hopes that she might grant me her pity. When I am wringing my hands many times while in foreign lands, then I am painfully feeling the lack of her greeting, and I do not sleep well in sweet peacefulness neither late at night nor early in the morning. The reasons for this are her tender, white arms. Young men and women, you who are in love, keep this kind of suffering in mind. How happy I felt when the beloved granted me her blessing. Truly, on my honor, if I had to realize that I would no longer see her, then my eyes would have to pay for it with many tears.
I spent forty years minus two so far [in my life] with exuberance, wild behavior, creating poetry, and singing all kinds of songs. Now the time would be ripe to listen as a married man to the screaming of my own children in the crib. But I will never be able to forget the one [woman] who instilled happiness in me here on earth. Nowhere in the entire world would I be able to find anyone like her. However, I am very afraid of the nagging scolding [barking] of the wife.
Many a wise man has so far appreciated my judgment and advice, and they also enjoyed my happy songs. I, Wolkenstein, certainly live unreasonably by having been so committed to this world. Also, I admit, I do not know when I will die, whereupon nothing more significant will follow than the results of my deeds. If then I would have served God properly according to His will, then I would not be afraid of the hot blazing fames [in Hell]."
2024.05.09 00:16 Goldstein_Goldberg Discovered some cool medieval music, composed around 1350 with an interesting backstory.
Like many of you I was checking out the new Manor Lords game and I was struck by an instrumental tune from that game. Sadly I am not allowed to link to YouTube look it up "Vil Lieber Grüsse Süsse".
Turns out it's the instrumental version of a real medieval song written and composed by Oswald von Wolkenstein. His life is well-recorded and interesting. He becomes a squire to a knight at age 10, breaks a lot of oaths, becomes a knight himself, participates in politics with kings, emperor's and the clergy. All while composing songs about travel, God and sex that survived to this day. I highly recommend a dive into his Wikipedia page: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oswald_von_Wolkenstein
And that got me to the song he wrote looking back at his life: "Es Fügt Sich", or "It Falls Into Place".
It's lovely. Have a listen. I can't link YouTube due to overly stringent subreddit rules, but look up "Es Fügt Sich".
And here's a translation of the full poem in the song:
"It occurred to me, when I was ten years of age, that I wanted to see what the world was like. [Since then] I have dwelled in so many a hot and cold corner, in misery and poverty, with Christians, Greek-Orthodox, and heathens. I had taken three pennies in my bag and one piece of bread from home to keep me alive, when I ran away into hardship. Because of strange “friends” I have ever since lost so many drops of blood, that I thought that I would die. Suffering from heavy penance I walked on foot until the day when my father died. I was fourteen then and yet still did not own a horse, except for one that I had stolen, and one that I also had stolen, a mule, light in color, but unfortunately I lost both in the same way. You know, I was messenger boy, cook, and horse groom; I even pulled an oar—that was hard— near Candia [Crete] and elsewhere, and later back again. All kinds of coats were my best clothing. II. To Prussia, Lithuania, Tartary, Turkey, and to the other side of the sea, to France, Italy, Léon-Galicia love drove me, and I had to pay for it myself, marching with the armies of two kings: Ruprecht and Sigmund, both under the sign of the eagle. French, Arabic, Catalan, Castilian, German, Latin, Slovenian, Italian, Russian, and Greek: these ten languages I used whenever necessary. Moreover I knew how to play the fiddle, the trumpet, drums, and the flute.
I sailed around islands and peninsulas, and many other countries on large ships, which saved me from the dangers of storms. I busily traversed the northern and the southern part of the sea. The Black Sea made me hug a barrel, when, in my misfortune, my brigantine crashed. I was a merchant then, but I survived well and could rescue myself, I and a Russian. In the wild sea my capital and profit sank away down to the depths, whereas I swam to the shore.
Before the queen of Aragon—what a beautiful woman!— I knelt down, gladly I pointed my beard toward her, and with white hands she attached a precious ring to the beard. She was very kind and said: “Never remove it again!” With her hand she cut a hole into my earlobe with a little needle made out of brass. According to their customs she attached two rings to them, which I wore for a long time. They are called raicades. Then immediately afterward I went up to King Sigismund. He stared at me with gaping open mouth, crossed himself when he recognized me. He immediately cried out loudly to me: “You wear such trashy stuff!” Then he asked me in a friendly way: “Do the rings not hurt you?” The women and also the men looked at me, laughing altogether, among them nine people of royal descent who happened to be in Perpignan, among them their pope of Luna, called Peter, and also, as the tenth of them, the Roman [German] king and the lady of Prades.
I wanted to reform my vain life, believe me that, and I turned into a migrant monk 26 for well over two whole years. At the beginning I was certainly inspired by devotion, but then love spoiled the end entirely. Irrespective of how long I traveled around on horseback, looking for knightly sport, and served a lady, what I will pass over in silence, she never wanted to grant me her grace, not one iota, until a monk’s garb made me into a fool. Many things then worked out easily for me, when the cowl with the hood clothed me. Truly, never before or after did a girl prove to be so friendly, who had gracefully listened to my words. Straightaway my devotion flew away through the chimney when I shook the cowl off amid the smoke. Since then I have experienced many struggles in matters of love, and my joy has been bitten by frost quite badly. It would take too long to relate all my suffering, but I am tortured above all by wonderfully beautiful lips, whch have wounded my heart until the day of bitter death.
In her presence I often broke out in cold sweat, the color of my face often changed from red to pale when I encountered the pretty girl. Because of much trembling and sighing I often no longer felt my body, as if I had been burnt. Suddenly frightened even when two hundred miles away from her, I feel roasted and as yet without comfort. Cod, rain, and snow, along with torturing frost can never bother me so much that I would not have burnt when the beloved sun [his mistress] heated me up. When I am with her, then the center and limits of my life are no longer free. Because of a lady I am forced to take foreign, bad roads leading me into the unknown, until hatred disappears thanks to her gracefulness. If she were willing to help, my sadness would turn into blissfulness.
Four hundred women or more, but not one man, did I find on the island of Ios [Nios]; they lived there on this small spot of earth. No one has ever seen a more beautiful image in one hall. Nevertheless, none of those ladies could outshine the one for whom I carry a heavy load on my back. Oh God, if she only knew half of my painful burden, then everything would be much easier, whatever suffering I would experience, and I would have hopes that she might grant me her pity. When I am wringing my hands many times while in foreign lands, then I am painfully feeling the lack of her greeting, and I do not sleep well in sweet peacefulness neither late at night nor early in the morning. The reasons for this are her tender, white arms. Young men and women, you who are in love, keep this kind of suffering in mind. How happy I felt when the beloved granted me her blessing. Truly, on my honor, if I had to realize that I would no longer see her, then my eyes would have to pay for it with many tears.
I spent forty years minus two so far [in my life] with exuberance, wild behavior, creating poetry, and singing all kinds of songs. Now the time would be ripe to listen as a married man to the screaming of my own children in the crib. But I will never be able to forget the one [woman] who instilled happiness in me here on earth. Nowhere in the entire world would I be able to find anyone like her. However, I am very afraid of the nagging scolding [barking] of the wife.
Many a wise man has so far appreciated my judgment and advice, and they also enjoyed my happy songs. I, Wolkenstein, certainly live unreasonably by having been so committed to this world. Also, I admit, I do not know when I will die, whereupon nothing more significant will follow than the results of my deeds. If then I would have served God properly according to His will, then I would not be afraid of the hot blazing fames [in Hell]."
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Turns out it's the instrumental version of a real medieval song written and composed by Oswald von Wolkenstein. His life is well-recorded and interesting. He becomes a squire to a knight at age 10, breaks a lot of oaths, becomes a knight himself, participates in politics with kings, emperor's and the clergy. All while composing songs about travel, God and sex that survived to this day. I highly recommend a dive into his Wikipedia page: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oswald_von_Wolkenstein
And that got me to the song he wrote looking back at his life: "Es Fügt Sich", or "It Falls Into Place".
It's lovely. Have a listen. I can't link YouTube due to overly stringent subreddit rules, but look up "Es Fügt Sich".
And here's a translation of the full poem in the song:
"It occurred to me, when I was ten years of age, that I wanted to see what the world was like. [Since then] I have dwelled in so many a hot and cold corner, in misery and poverty, with Christians, Greek-Orthodox, and heathens. I had taken three pennies in my bag and one piece of bread from home to keep me alive, when I ran away into hardship. Because of strange “friends” I have ever since lost so many drops of blood, that I thought that I would die. Suffering from heavy penance I walked on foot until the day when my father died. I was fourteen then and yet still did not own a horse, except for one that I had stolen, and one that I also had stolen, a mule, light in color, but unfortunately I lost both in the same way. You know, I was messenger boy, cook, and horse groom; I even pulled an oar—that was hard— near Candia [Crete] and elsewhere, and later back again. All kinds of coats were my best clothing. II. To Prussia, Lithuania, Tartary, Turkey, and to the other side of the sea, to France, Italy, Léon-Galicia love drove me, and I had to pay for it myself, marching with the armies of two kings: Ruprecht and Sigmund, both under the sign of the eagle. French, Arabic, Catalan, Castilian, German, Latin, Slovenian, Italian, Russian, and Greek: these ten languages I used whenever necessary. Moreover I knew how to play the fiddle, the trumpet, drums, and the flute.
I sailed around islands and peninsulas, and many other countries on large ships, which saved me from the dangers of storms. I busily traversed the northern and the southern part of the sea. The Black Sea made me hug a barrel, when, in my misfortune, my brigantine crashed. I was a merchant then, but I survived well and could rescue myself, I and a Russian. In the wild sea my capital and profit sank away down to the depths, whereas I swam to the shore.
Before the queen of Aragon—what a beautiful woman!— I knelt down, gladly I pointed my beard toward her, and with white hands she attached a precious ring to the beard. She was very kind and said: “Never remove it again!” With her hand she cut a hole into my earlobe with a little needle made out of brass. According to their customs she attached two rings to them, which I wore for a long time. They are called raicades. Then immediately afterward I went up to King Sigismund. He stared at me with gaping open mouth, crossed himself when he recognized me. He immediately cried out loudly to me: “You wear such trashy stuff!” Then he asked me in a friendly way: “Do the rings not hurt you?” The women and also the men looked at me, laughing altogether, among them nine people of royal descent who happened to be in Perpignan, among them their pope of Luna, called Peter, and also, as the tenth of them, the Roman [German] king and the lady of Prades.
I wanted to reform my vain life, believe me that, and I turned into a migrant monk 26 for well over two whole years. At the beginning I was certainly inspired by devotion, but then love spoiled the end entirely. Irrespective of how long I traveled around on horseback, looking for knightly sport, and served a lady, what I will pass over in silence, she never wanted to grant me her grace, not one iota, until a monk’s garb made me into a fool. Many things then worked out easily for me, when the cowl with the hood clothed me. Truly, never before or after did a girl prove to be so friendly, who had gracefully listened to my words. Straightaway my devotion flew away through the chimney when I shook the cowl off amid the smoke. Since then I have experienced many struggles in matters of love, and my joy has been bitten by frost quite badly. It would take too long to relate all my suffering, but I am tortured above all by wonderfully beautiful lips, whch have wounded my heart until the day of bitter death.
In her presence I often broke out in cold sweat, the color of my face often changed from red to pale when I encountered the pretty girl. Because of much trembling and sighing I often no longer felt my body, as if I had been burnt. Suddenly frightened even when two hundred miles away from her, I feel roasted and as yet without comfort. Cod, rain, and snow, along with torturing frost can never bother me so much that I would not have burnt when the beloved sun [his mistress] heated me up. When I am with her, then the center and limits of my life are no longer free. Because of a lady I am forced to take foreign, bad roads leading me into the unknown, until hatred disappears thanks to her gracefulness. If she were willing to help, my sadness would turn into blissfulness.
Four hundred women or more, but not one man, did I find on the island of Ios [Nios]; they lived there on this small spot of earth. No one has ever seen a more beautiful image in one hall. Nevertheless, none of those ladies could outshine the one for whom I carry a heavy load on my back. Oh God, if she only knew half of my painful burden, then everything would be much easier, whatever suffering I would experience, and I would have hopes that she might grant me her pity. When I am wringing my hands many times while in foreign lands, then I am painfully feeling the lack of her greeting, and I do not sleep well in sweet peacefulness neither late at night nor early in the morning. The reasons for this are her tender, white arms. Young men and women, you who are in love, keep this kind of suffering in mind. How happy I felt when the beloved granted me her blessing. Truly, on my honor, if I had to realize that I would no longer see her, then my eyes would have to pay for it with many tears.
I spent forty years minus two so far [in my life] with exuberance, wild behavior, creating poetry, and singing all kinds of songs. Now the time would be ripe to listen as a married man to the screaming of my own children in the crib. But I will never be able to forget the one [woman] who instilled happiness in me here on earth. Nowhere in the entire world would I be able to find anyone like her. However, I am very afraid of the nagging scolding [barking] of the wife.
Many a wise man has so far appreciated my judgment and advice, and they also enjoyed my happy songs. I, Wolkenstein, certainly live unreasonably by having been so committed to this world. Also, I admit, I do not know when I will die, whereupon nothing more significant will follow than the results of my deeds. If then I would have served God properly according to His will, then I would not be afraid of the hot blazing fames [in Hell]."
2024.05.08 16:45 jeffreywilfong [US-VA][H] Star Wars, Shuttle Adventure, Amelia Earhart Tribute, CMFs, Other Figs [W] PayPal
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Most sets/figs are used; any noticeable wear is noted. Some of the figs may be missing pieces, so please take note. NIB sets can be shipped without the box to save on shipping.
Sets include all minifigs unless specified. From a nonsmoking pet-free home. I will break down and bag the minifigs separately when possible. I did my best to rebuild/inventory each set, but I am human, so please forgive me if I miss a piece.
Sets will be broken down as much as possible to facilitate shipping. I only ship to the address associated with your PayPal account.
Prices do not include shipping. Every order comes with tracking, packing photos, and a surprise!
[Photos]https://imgur.com/a/X9vEC
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- 7140 X-wing Fighter, missing Technician fig, Biggs' helmet, and most of the tools (drill is included). R2's body and head are a little yellowed (legs are ok), no instructions, due to the set's age, there may be some slight yellowing, $45
- 7752 Count Dooku's Solar Sailer, SPEEDER BIKE ONLY, poor sticker placement, $1
- 75006 Jedi Starfighter & Planet Kamino, STARFIGHTER ONLY, complete, $5
- 75030 Millennium Falcon Microfighter (Han), complete, with instructions, built once and displayed, $8
- 75105 Millennium Falcon, complete, no instructions, built once and displayed, $80
- 75131 Resistance Trooper Battle Pack, VEHICLE ONLY, lot of two, no instructions, $10
- 75198 Tatooine Battle Pack, VEHICLE ONLY, no instructions, $5
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- 75254 AT-ST Raider, BNIB, $37
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2024.05.07 17:52 creeativerex Pretty Guardians Legacy Challenge
A Sailor Moon inspired legacy challenge for the Sims 4
I have always enjoyed playing Legacy Challenges and wanted to one day attempt to make my own. While I am certain there are Sailor Moon Legacy challenges out there, I couldn't find one that suited my fancy, so I decided to create my own updated version. I'm also trying to utilize as many packs/occults/gameplay that I don't usually use. I am currently on gen 8 of my not-so-berry challenge, so I'll probably tackle playtesting this once I get close to finishing that one. But if anyone has feedback beforehand or knows if something doesn't work or just feels that the character inspiration doesn't really fit the generational goals, I would love the input.
Basic Rules:
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I have always enjoyed playing Legacy Challenges and wanted to one day attempt to make my own. While I am certain there are Sailor Moon Legacy challenges out there, I couldn't find one that suited my fancy, so I decided to create my own updated version. I'm also trying to utilize as many packs/occults/gameplay that I don't usually use. I am currently on gen 8 of my not-so-berry challenge, so I'll probably tackle playtesting this once I get close to finishing that one. But if anyone has feedback beforehand or knows if something doesn't work or just feels that the character inspiration doesn't really fit the generational goals, I would love the input.
Basic Rules:
- Money cheats can be used, but I wouldn't recommend using it extensively since that's half the fun. But who am I to tell you how you'd like to play
- Mods and CC are okay to use. Feel free to make the heirs look as similar or as different than their counterpart.
- You may live wherever you please unless something is specified in the rules of a generation.
- All heirs must have a human lifespan unless otherwise stated. Heirs can be either male or female. Just because you're a Pretty Guardian, doesn't mean you have to be a girl. c:
- You may have as many children and you'd like unless otherwise stated. Marriage and Live-in Partners are optional, unless otherwise stated in the challenge.
- Every generation is supposed to complete both the career and aspiration of the heir unless explicitly stated otherwise.
- Would recommend keeping the lifespan on normal, but you may play on whatever lifespan or custom lifespan if you so desire.
- Feel free to accept any additional self discoveries, just don't switch personalities unless otherwise stated.
- Please take advantage of the Reward traits and potions to help you through each generation
- Have fun. I personally like challenges, so I'm adding some additional requirements for each generation for a challenge mode. Feel free to adjust the rules to suit your own playstyle better and complete as much or as little of the generation as you please.
Generation 1: Pluto
Optional Colors: Black, Red, MaroonYou are the Keeper of Time and this legacy. The timeline has shifted, and the Moon Kingdom is in danger. You and your companion have been allowed to leave your post in order to correct it. This world is different that what you are familiar with. It isn't the Moon Kingdom, nor is it Tokyo. But you do learn there is a place that teaches you the things you need to know, and you find yourself enrolled in school. You must compile this knowledge to develop a new Door of Space and Time to guard for all of eternity from this new world. But not everything is doom and gloom. When you're not trying to fix the world, you find yourself relaxing by playing chess and making things to wear.
Optional: Start off or Become a Vampire, the goal is to eventually become immortal (You may also cheat this if you prefer to remain human) Optional: Have a feline companion who also gains immortality (with the power of many, many age down treats) and lives with each generation to provide them with the wisdom and knowledge. Traits: Gloomy, Genius, Vegetarian? Aspirations: Academic, (Optional) Good Vampire Career: Scientist Skills: Logic, Knitting or Gemology, (Optional) Veterinarian
- Complete Academic aspiration and get a degree in Physics
- Max Scientist Career along with Logic and either Gemology or Knitting Skills
- Create and Upgrade the Door of Space and Time (aka the Wormhole Generator) and place on home lot.
- Travel to the Moon Kingdom (Sixam) at least once.
- Must adopt at least one child
- Heir must be human or have human lifespan (can be adopted sim)
- (Optional) In order to achieve immortality: Become a Vampire and complete the Good Vampire Aspiration
- (Optional) In order to achieve immortality for your feline companion, master the Veterinarian skill and create the Age Down Treats. (Purchasing them is also okay, especially in later generations)
- (Optional) Have a garden where you grow most of your food source and death flowers
- (Optional) Gift at least 3 knitted items or jewelry to friends or family
- (Optional) Complete both Knitting and Gemology skills
- (Optional) Use the gemology skill to make you immortal
- (Optional) Complete the crystal and geodes collection
Generation 2: Saturn
Optional Colors: Purple, Maroon, WhiteYour guardian was always locked up in a lab seeking answers to life's greatest questions. While they still loved and cared for you, their ultimate focus was on their own goals and mission, leaving you alone with your thoughts. The voices in your head make it hard to be alone, so you spend most of your time reading. When you finally meet someone new, you become close friends. But one day when you have a maniac episode where you completely black out, you ruin the only friendship you had. And to save your friend and anyone else from your unstable personality, you become a shut-in with just you and your books. You dream of traveling, but never trust yourself to leave. So you travel through books and fantasy, writing about the adventures you'll never take.
Traits: Erratic, Loner, Paranoid Aspiration: Best-Selling Author Career: Freelance Writer Skills: Writing, Selvadoran Culture, Vampire Lore, + 1 skill of your choice
- Complete Best-Selling Author aspiration and write Book of Life for Gen one.
- Max Writing, Selvadoran Culture (will likely need to attend classes to sit on to gain the initial skill), Vampire Lore, & 1 skill of your choosing (preferably one that you wouldn't ever use like herbalism, rock climbing, skiing, etc.) that you must master via skill book only.
- Only make your money from Royalties and/or Freelance Work.
- Make a BFF and and eventually loose your BFF status due to the decline of your friendship
- Never leave your lot (unless for a rabbithole event or absolutely necessary)
- Complete the Postcard collection.
- (Optional: As a child) Become best friends with the first child (or younger) sim that you meet. Can be a Non-blood related sibling, if you're having trouble.
- (Optional Mod) Be homeschooled
- (Optional: As a teen) Have a falling out with your friend that goes from BFF into the red.
- (Optional: After falling out) Never leave your lot (unless for a rabbithole event or absolutely necessary)
- (Optional: As a YA) If you decide to move out, you must stay in the same neighborhood as you grew up. Alternative: Stay in your family's home or Turn your family home into a residential rental and stay there.
- (Optional: As an adult) You settle the voices in your head. Should you desire, you may replace the erratic trait with a trait of your choosing (as an adult) or via self-discovery prompt (at any point as a YA or older)
- (Optional) After accepting your new self, rekindle your friendship with your former childhood BFF.
Generation 3: Uranus
Optional Colors: Navy & YellowYour guardian was a complete shut-in. Always talking about adventures, but refusing to leave home. You're tired of being surrounded by all these books about action and adventure, you want to live and experience it. You develop a need for speed. And since there's no cars in this world, you want learn how to ride. Your guardian begrudgingly allows you to have a horse, but only because they thought it was one of those "I wanna a pony" stages. Turns out, you're pretty decent of a rider, so much so that you can build a living off of it. As soon as you're old enough, you move out of your parent's home and set off on your own adventure. With your career, you have the flexibility to work when you want and travel the rest of the time. While you enjoy riding horses, you're not really about the farm/ranch life. You gain a little fame from work and your adventuring, so you find yourself having to disguise yourself when going out, but it doesn't slow your adventures in the slightest.
Traits: Adventurous, Active, Horse LoverAspiration: Championship Rider Career: None - Make your money competing in horse riding competitions (Alternatively, you can join the Athlete career) Skills: Fitness, Horse Riding, 1 Extreme sport skill (skiing, rock climbing, snowboarding)
- Max out skills: Fitness, Horse Riding, 1 Extreme sport skill (skiing, rock climbing, snowboarding)
- Finish the Championship Rider Aspiration.
- Have at least 2-star fame
- Travel more than you work. (ie. compete in competitions 3 days of the week and then vacation 4)
- Meet your partnespouse when traveling
- (Optional) Live in at least two additional worlds outside of the one you grew up in. Start in Chestnut Ridge and then move somewhere else.
- (Optional) Reach 5-star celebrity and wear disguises when going out. (alternatively create an additional look in CAS for your disguise)
- (Optional) Climb Mt. Komorebi
- (Optional) Complete 2 of the following additional aspirations: Extreme Sports Enthusiast, Jungle Explorer, Body Builder
- (Optional) Gain the Adrenaline Seeker and/or Frequent Traveler Lifestyle.
- (Optional) Complete the Omniscan Treasures collection
- (Optional) Vacation in Sulani at least once with your children.
- (Optional) Marry someone of the same gender.
Generation 4: Neptune
Optional Colors: Sea green & NavyYou spent a lot of your childhood traveling. While it was enjoyable traveling the world, it was the beach that managed to capture your heart. You heard the ocean's call and you answered with your own. You develop a passion for music and the ocean that you move to Sulani live out your dream to become the siren of the sea.
Traits: Child of the Island, Music Lover, Perfectionist Career: Entertainer - Musician Aspiration: Musical Genius Skills: Violin, Singing, Painting
- Master skills for Violin, Painting, & Singing
- Max out the Musician Branch of the Entertainer Career.
- Complete the Musical Genius Aspiration
- Live in Sulani
- Summon and Befriend an Island Elemental
- Have your heir with another partner before meeting your spouse.
- Become a mermaid
- (Optional) Become a mermaid after maxing the singing skill
- (Optional) Complete the Beach Life Aspiration
- (Optional) Have a child with an Island Elemental
- (Optional) Befriend a mermaid
- (Optional) Seduce a local and marry them after becoming a mermaid.
- (Optional) Paint pictures of the Ocean and decorate your house with them.
- (Optional) Heir should ideally be human, but if you want to keep playing with mermaids, feel free
- (Optional) Complete the Buried Treasure and Seashell collection.
- (Optional) Clean up the islands and see the turtle hatching at least once.
Generation 5: Mercury
Optional Colors: Blue & Light BlueYou grew up listening to your guardian's voice singing into the night. It made you wonder what all was out there. So you took to the books to study what you could. You were a nerd in all senses, with your nose always stuck in a book. You had an absentee parent, so it made you admire your guardian that much more being able to raise you solo and still dedicate so much to their career and passions. It motivated you enough that you wanted to become a doctor, but along the way in your studies you discovered your love of technology.
Traits: Bookworm, Ambitious, Generous Career: Doctor Aspiration: Nerd Brain Skills: Logic, Programming, Handiness
- Max out the Doctor career
- Get all A's in school
- Complete the Nerd Brain Aspiration
- Max Logic, Handiness, & Programming Skills
- (Optional) Gain the Workaholic and Techie Lifestyle
- (Optional) Complete Whiz Kid aspiration as a child.
- (Optional) Graduate early if you can.
- (Optional) Get a degree in Computer Science before joining the Doctor career at entry level.
- (Optional) Join the Bot Savants in Uni.
- (Optional) Max out either Rocket Science or Robotics Skill
- (Optional) Build a rocket and give it all the upgrades/ Build a servo and all the bots.
- (Optional) Complete the Space Prints, Aliens, & Space Rocks Collection
Generation 6: Venus
Optional Colors: Orange & BlueYou grew up surrounded by all the latest technology. But you could care less about the robots and rocket ships, your obsession came in the form of video games and computers. Though despite your knowledge on computers, you were too good for school. You usually would stay up too late at night gaming that you would get caught sleeping in school more than you did actually studying. While you present yourself as lazy in appearance and in nature, you still try to maintain your figure. Because when you aren't gaming, you're fawning over potential interests at the arcade or at school. You seem to cycle through relationships, never maintaining a solid relationship for long. Despite some accidental or unplanned pregnancies, you are determined to be provide a good life for your children, even if it takes a bit of discipline.
Traits: Geek, Romantic, Non-Committal Career: Video Game Streamer, Tech Guru Aspiration: Computer Whiz Skills: Fitness, Video Gaming, Parenting
- Must finish the Computer Whiz aspiration
- You are a slacker in school so you never get over a C.
- Get a part time job as a Video Game Streamer and maintain it at least until your first child is born.
- Join the Tech Guru career after quitting the Streamer career. (You don't need to max this out)
- Marry at least two different sims
- Never have more than one pregnancy with the same partner.
- Create a video game based off your alter ego.
- (Optional) Drop out or get expelled from school. Get your GED before turning into an adult.
- (Optional) Finish the Serial Romantic Aspiration
- (Optional) Maintain the Streamer Career until you've reached your adult birthday.
- (Optional) Max out the Tech Guru Career (eSport Branch)
- (Optional) Win the Ultimate Gaming Test and Hackathon at Geekcon at least once.
- (Optional) Have a least 3 pregnancies.
- (Optional) Always use the highest level of discipline with your children whenever they misbehave. But also encourage them whenever they do something good.
- (Optional) Gain either the Supportive or Strict family dynamic with most of your children, but Strict Family dynamic with your heir.
- (Optional) Finish the My Sims and Voidcritter Collections.
Generation 7: Mars
Optional Colors: Red & PurpleYou grew up listening to the sounds of your guardian yelling at the tv late into the night as they worked to achieve the highest score. Not to mention the revolving door of men and women that would stay over, some of which stuck around long enough to label themselves as step-parent. Even though you still aimed to make your parents proud, you swore you'd never become them. A failed attempt to set you up with another politician to 'assist' your career was the final straw for you. You cut ties with your parents and seek to better yourself. On your path of self discovery, you learn that you are a vessel of power. You diverge from your current path to follow the unknown, learning more about yourself then you ever imagined discovering. You never wanted children, but somehow you ended up with one. You manage but not without a little help.
Traits: Hot-headed, Self-Assured, Proper (Hates Children) Career: Politician, Freelance - Paranormal Investigator Aspiration: Inner Peace, Spellcraft & Sorcery Skills: Charisma, Wellness, & Medium
- Complete the Inner Peace Aspiration.
- Master Charisma, Wellness & Medium Skills
- Join the Politician Career and stick with it until you reach adulthood or both of your parents pass away.
- Go on 2 dates with a co-worker, and realize that this wasn't how you wanted to get ahead.
- Never marry.
- Have only one child(/pregnancy)
- 'Discover' your inner power by becoming a spellcaster (may also be born as one, you just never use any powers until finishing the Inner Peace aspiration)
- Summon Bonehilda and befriend her
- (Optional) Have a good relationship with your grandparent if your grandparents are still alive.
- (Optional) Complete the Inner Peace Aspiration before leaving your politician career.
- (Optional) Complete the Spellcraft & Sorcery Aspiration.
- (Optional) Move into a haunted house after starting Paranormal Investigator.
- (Optional) Live in a technology free home (no tvs, no computers, etc.)
- (Optional) Complete at least one of each level gigs within the freelance career.
- (Optional) Befriend Guidry.
- (Optional) Collect a Sugar Skull from every lot that you encounter a tombstone on.
- (Optional) Gain the Hates Children personality trait
- (Optional) Purchase the Brave reward trait.
Generation 8: Jupiter
Optional Colors: Green & PinkYou had an odd childhood, growing up surround by spirits both good and evil. You spent more time in the care of a living skeleton than you did with your own guardian. Your other parent is no where to be seen. You learned to fend for yourself rather early on. You found comfort and enjoyment in cooking. Your perfect soulmate is someone who is kind and loyal and enjoys to eat your cooking. And after meeting that perfect mate, you are determined to give your children the best upbringing you could possibly give them.
Traits: Foodie, Loyal, Loves the Outdoors Career: Either Chef or Gardening (Floral arranging) careers, eventually own a retail shop Aspiration: Soulmate Skills: Baking, Gardening, & Floral Arranging
- Complete the Soulmate Aspiration
- Choose between either the Chef or Floral Designer Career
- Master Baking, Cooking, Gardening, and Floral Arranging skills.
- Buy and own a retail shop to sell your floral arrangements and cakes.
- Marry someone with either the Loyal or Glutton traits
- Have at least two children.
- (Optional) Complete the Appliance Wiz, Master Chef, and/or Freelance Botanist Aspiration.
- (Optional) Live on a lot with Simple Living and you grow most of your food and flowers for your arrangements
- (Optional) Complete the Gardening and Magic Bean Collections.
- (Optional) Master the Gourmet Cooking Skill as well.
- (Optional) Take family photos regularly and hang them all over the house.
Generation 9: Moon
Optional Colors: Blue & RedYou had the perfect upbringing. With parents who loved and cared for you. Even so, you're still a little scatterbrained and quite the klutz. You have a strong justice for your friends, and will stand up for them in any situation. Even though you weren't the best of students, you still learn to respect your teachers to the point that you aimed to follow their footsteps.
Traits: Childish, Clumsy, Good Career: Education Aspiration: Friend of the World Skills: Research and Debate, Charisma, Cooking
- Complete Friend of the World Aspiration.
- Master the Education Career.
- Have 4 Good friends/BFFs that you meet in high school.
- Have two romantic interests, but one of them starts out with your friendship in the negative.
- Befriend and eventually marry the romantic interest you disliked initially.
- (Optional) Achieve mediocre grades in school. Never do homework or study for exams.
- (Optional) Complete the Super Parent Aspiration
- (Optional) Have your spouse maintain a better relationship with your heir then with you. (doesn't have to be much)
- (Optional) Accept the Jealous personality trait if prompted.
- (Optional) Make at least 3 enemies with sims who wrong your friends or family, but later mend your relationships with them.
- (Optional) Complete the Holiday Cracker Plushie, Marbles, & Frog Collections
Generation 10: Chibi Moon
Optional Colors: Pink & Red/Pink & BlackYou loved and adored your parents growing up, especially one more so than the other. You were sweet and innocent for your favorite parent, and little mischievous with the other. But you still were on good terms with both parents. You enjoy drawing pictures as a child and gifting them to your parent. As a teen, you start to be jealous of the attention your guardian seeks from your other parent. You start to be a little rebellious. You become friends with an unlikely individual who sends you down a dark path as a young adult.
Traits: Self-absorbed, Evil, Goofball Career: Criminal Aspiration: Public Enemy, Werewolf Initiate Skills: Mischief, Painting
- As a child complete the aspiration
- As a teen, meet and befriend a werewolf.
- Follow a path of evil as a young adult and master the Criminal Career.
- Complete the Public Enemy Aspiration.
- Become a werewolf either towards the end of your teenhood or at the beginning of your YA-hood.
- Complete the Werewolf Initiate Aspiration
- After completing the above, feel free to accept any personality swaps away from your negative traits.
- After completing the above, feel free to change Careers to a career of your choice.
- After completing the above, change your aspiration to Painter Extraordinaire.
- (Optional) Befriend a rabbit in your youth.
- (Optional) Age up with positive character values.
- (Optional) Complete one of the following additional werewolf aspirations: Lone Wolf, Wildfang Renegade, or Emissary of the Collective
- (Optional) Complete the Cure Seeker Aspiration.
- (Optional) Meet and befriend your vampire (immortal) ancestor before turning back into a human.
- (Optional) Complete the Moonwood Relics Collection.
- (Optional) Complete the Painter Extraordinaire aspiration.
2024.05.07 16:45 Inhalationofnewtion 2nd shot with a Friend but it seems to be going the same way as it did before. One way Friendship.
This is long... This is very long.
I'm married, two children, my Wife is awesome. We live in a small community in a wooded/rural area. It's not Donner Pass but we are out in the boonies. We have to be somewhat able and self sufficient. It's not off grid prepper stuff but we have to be able to do more ourselves than if we lived in town.
A few years back, my Wifes Friend and I guess you'd call him a friendly acquaintance of mine moved up on the mountain. Let's call him Frank. The guy has issues, as do we all, but he's functional, intelligent, and quite handy. A decent guy to know to help get things done.
When he moved in, the property he bought was a disaster. Previous owner used to get all manner of Amazon returns and stockpile the stuff. Also anything else he could drag home for free or dirt cheap. All kinds of crap everywhere with zero organization. A couple of giant burn piles where of course he's burning just whatever, a pickup truck bed camper in disrepair full of stuff, ratty tarps and tents covering more crap. Squalor and chaos.
The property does have a functional well and **some** kind of septic system and there's power run to it. There's a small building attached to a camper but with some work it can be made liveable. So we sort of have the bare essentials covered. We just have a ton of work to do.
So I'm excited, my Wife is excited, Frank is excited as well. We all figure let's get Frank set up. Running water, working toilet, sink, wood/coal stove, major cleanup on the property, a water heater, washing machine, a shower or even a bath tub would be real nice as well. Basic stuff so he can do for himself because at this point he's showering and doing laundry and eating supper all at our house. I figure if I'm in a spot, I could go up there and have a shower or do laundry you know?
We get to work. First we have to finish even moving the guy in so he can be rid of the trailer he's renting in a trailer park. Turns out the guy is a hoarder and it's heavy. The guy has more stuff packed into his trailer then we actually know what to do with. At least it's nothing disgusting and most of it I can see at least some value in it. I can see why he'd keep hold of things like this but Man there's a LOT!!! I don't know how he can even store all this stuff so I figured let's make this easy and I bought him a 40' shipping container and had it delivered to his place. We get it there and we assemble storage racks that were left on the property by the previous owner inside the shipping container. I'm not rich but at this point I don't terribly miss the money and I figure helping this dude out will benefit me and my Family. Within two weeks, Frank is out of his trailer and everything he owns is jammed into the shipping container. It's tight but it's somewhat organized at least.
Now! Let's get to work! And we do. We start clearing out some of the actual trash. Say 15 hours and we can notice that we made a dent. Another 15 hours, it still kind of looks for shit but we can at least make sense of the place now. We're really doing something here! It's heavy and dirty and disgusting but we're having a lot of fun with it and feeling pretty good. As we're going, we find some actual decent things in the piles that the previous owner left behind and we're trying to not waste anything because we're not rich and we might need the stuff.
It gets to a point where it's starting to become really dirty work and even a garden hose would be pretty dang amazing just to at least wash up a little bit because we really don't know what's in some of these piles but Man we're digging deep into them! My Wife goes through the nonsense of getting his power turned on. Frank has enough money saved to get it turned on and to keep it going a while.
Ok, we got power and we can make some water happen now. We scrounged up a shitter and a sink, bought some PVC and got that happening. Now we can wash up and we don't have to crap in the woods anymore. We also found a decent Harmann wood/coal burner and installed that. Nothing ideal but we're looking pretty damn good compared to when we started. The stove was free. The previous owner switched to pellets and had no use for it. We had to get it out and move it of course but nothing we can't handle.
So now it's getting to at least 40 hours at Franks place, maybe 60 hours. I wasn't really keeping track. The place still looks like hell but we're making steady progress and it's more or less "liveable". Meanwhile there are things piling up at my own house. The roof needs a little attention, some work on my backhoe, vehicle repairs and maintenance. Normal everyday stuff that got put to the back burner for a while as we set this guy up but it's starting to pile up and I have to get this shit done.
"Hey Frank, you mind coming down a little while and pitching in with this or that?"
At first, yea he makes his way down and helps out. Not at the crack of dawn, say 11 AM or so. Fine and dandy. This isn't pay work and I don't start early myself, nor do I go very long and hard on these tasks. Put in a couple hours until I feel like I accomplished something and call it a day. I don't think I'm asking much.
After a bit though, he's showing up later and later. If Frank says 12-ish, it means like 2PM or something. One day I have to remove the backhoe from my tractor in order to replace some hydraulic lines. This assembly weighs about 4 tons. It's on a 1967 Case 580 CK. Not the biggest thing but it's no joke. Frank is skilled with cranes and forklifts and other heavy stuff and I figure he could just come down and help me make damn sure this thing is going to be stable. I'm going to have the hydraulics opened up and if it's not properly supported it could move on me and that might well be it for me.
So the day comes. I have my tractor in the driveway and I have the backhoe dismounted from the tractor but still hooked to the hydraulics by around 10-11AM. Now I'm sitting and waiting on Frank. Finally about 1AM he rolls in. The first thing he does is to sit down and use my blowtorch to clean out his one hitter so he can do a little wake and bake. I've been ready and waiting for a couple hours and now the dude is going to sit and get high before we're going to work with some heavy shit and he's burning my propane to do so. Yea I'm kind of annoyed and I let him know. I tried to not be too much of an asshole but I wasn't pleasant about it. I didn't yell or anything but I'm sure I came off kind of asshole-ish.
He finishes up with the one hitter, takes a few wacks off it, says he's go tot go home and crap. Lovely... He's been lighting up my toilet for a while now, what's the big deal? Anyhow he heads back home. I'm sitting there for an hour or so scratching my ass, screw it I'll figure it out. I'm scared as hell but I manage to get my lines replaced. I bring the tractor into position and get the bottom mounting pins locked in. There are two more up top of the backhoe assembly and then it's solidly mounted. I screwed up by not hooking the hydraulic lines from the tractor to the backhoe and doesn't the damn thing just sort of drop right to the ground because the boom, bucket, and dipper arm are open. I took precautions against this but I guess I didn't do very well. I didn't lose the whole show but it scared the hell out of me and I shut the tractor down and walked away for a while. It was a split second and if I was under it I'd either have been dead or wishing for it. I calmed myself down after a while and finished the job. Frank never showed back up that day.
After I got done, I was sitting there a while. After that dopamine hit from getting the job done wore off I was starting to feel pretty let down and pissed off. My Wife and I put real time, and heart and soul in up at Franks place. We'd get up there about 9AM-10AM and get to it. Half the time, Frank would be hungover and it would literally be 2-3 hours until he was any kind of mobile. We're up there at his place trying to get shit done so he has a setup and he's dragging his ass because he was up until 3AM the previous night getting shitfaced.
The plan was, after he was set, we'd get into some nonsense. Cleanouts from tenants that left an apartment full of stuff, scrapping, maybe some lawn work, plowing snow on the mountain here, whatever. Not getting rich but at least paying the bills and having a laugh. At first, Frank is all about it. The cleanouts were his idea. I never knew you actually could get some decent pay for this type of thing. After a while though Frank starts throwing up roadblocks about we need to be an LLC and have a few fairly new looking trucks before we can start when I'm watching something like "Randys Hauling" on the side of a beat up old truck going up and down the mountain and he's getting that pay. On OUR mountain and we could be easily doing this right now! He kept throwing these obstacles up on all sorts of projects. It felt like Frank was deliberately throwing wrenches wherever he could in order to halt any progress.
Eventually I tried talking with him. I told him "I'm not really feeling the return on this investment.". and Frank says "I'm sorry you feel that way.". It kind of went to shit from there. I got to the point where I didn't want anything more to do with him. I was a door mat for a long time in my childhood and it felt like I was getting played for a stooge yet again. It felt like he was also taking advantage of my Wife. But hey, she's been Friends with him for quite a while. In fact she was Friends with him before we were even dating. I'm not going to tell her she can't hang out with the guy. You'll just have to take my word that she's not the type to play around when she's in a committed relationship. Not sure if I have much faith in Frank but I have faith in my Wife.
Frank is no longer coming to the house, there are arguments between my Wife and I about the guy. All I can see is that she's getting played by the guy. Eventually, Frank has a Friend who offers him to go to a blues concert because Franks Friend has noone to go with but has an extra ticket. This is a weekend thing where you camp and party and listen to performers. My Wife is already running ragged here there and everywhere. Frank asks my Wife to keep an eye on his dogs while he's away and of course she wants to help out. She's just like that. One day, turns out my Wife is too busy to take care of it and my Daughter has to go check on the dogs. My Daughter can't find the keys to get inside Franks camper. Now don't you know I have to go up there and take on this guys responsibilities while he's out at a concert partying his ass off. I put my foot down because at this point the guy is messing with the entire Family and holding all of us up. I told my Wife that WE are done with him and shit hit the fan for a while but eventually she started to see shit for herself and we all just cut off from the guy.
This is breaking my heart. I really do love the guy and I know it's killing my Wife to cut off from a Friend. But it's a one way Friendship. Frank will jump for someone he really cares about, but us, we're just useful or so it seems to me.
3 years go by. My Wife still talks with Frank via text and I'm not thrilled with it but I'm not going to push it either. Whatever it's not holding up our show. Time goes by... I simmer down, Frank calms down. I do indeed miss the guy but I'm afraid that if I start talking it'll end up being the same crap all over again. He was good to work with when he felt like it. I work on cars all the time and this guy can look at things and see things that I don't. He's no kind of mechanic but he's already schooled me under the hood as well as setting up a guys garage door that was horribly installed.
In time, yes we do start talking again. I try to make it very clear that if we're going to do anything, we BOTH have to feel properly compensated for our efforts. Be that money, labor swapping, horse trading, whatever. If I do something for Frank and it takes an hour, Frank gets me back satisfactorily and vice versa. This has to be worth it for both of us and all of us.
Well, it happens that Frank finally decides he wants to clean up his property. His truck is not registered, insured, or inspected. His drivers license is expired. There's a lot of scrap up there. I have a road legal truck and I make a proposition. I'll pile scrap on the truck until I feel it's a decent load, he and my Wife will run the load. My wife is a capable driver. She and frank will unload the truck at the scrapyard and meanwhile I'll break the scrap down at his place and have another load ready to go. At the end of the day, the truck gets paid $1 per mile and the tank gets filled for the next day. We split the remainder 3 ways equally. We clean the property up, we all get a few dollars and after a little while he can save the money to get his own truck back on the road.
Frank says there's not enough money in scrapping. There won't be anything left to split after gassing up the truck... Sounds familiar... Ok, how about this then. Let me make a load of absolute BS scrap like old bedsprings, tin cans, and just whatever crap I can, we see how that pays and maybe go from there.
Frank says Hem and Haw, well maybe if it's just Frank and my Wife loading up the truck and they also run and unload the truck he might be in to it. Splitting it 3 ways and with the truck just isn't going to cut it. Now I'm getting confused and a little irritated because I thought the idea was to clean up, not get paid. My Wife also has a screwy elbow and if she goes hard on a job she's in pain the next day. Nope this aint happening. Let's put a pin in this and come back to it. I'm not going to push anymore and my Wife is definitely not into chucking scrap on to the truck as well as off loading it. If he wants to do something and he comes to us, we'll figure it out. If he wants to sit on that scrap, hell with it. I guess this is the Hoarder in his brain talking.
My Wife has a 1896 VW Jetta diesel. It's old and it's been around but it can be made decent. The interior is shit but we have a parts car and a pile of interior parts like carpet and trim, dashboard, and just everything you want to make the inside actually pretty good looking. She's the one that heads up the interior work. I personally hate it. At this point, Frank has no power at his place and he has a little 80cc dirtbike he'd like to use to get up and down the mountain. Private dirt road so we can drive ATV's or golf carts or whatever and it'd be handy.
I have a 300 watt solar panel that I'm not going to use and all the gear to go with it. I have some parts I can use to get his dirtbike going and I know how to get most old carburetted stuff running when it's been sitting a while. We come to an agreement. Frank will be down here working on this Jetta with my Wife until the interior is as good as we can make it. I'll give him the solar panel, help him install it at his place, and get his dirtbike going for him. Also my Wife will handle getting his power back on and a couple of other administrative things. Everyone is feeling OK with it.
We begin. My Wife and I put the first foot forward. We take the solar gear up to his place and get it working. Now at least he can charge his phone and keep a light running. Nothing major but it's something and it's damn handy. I start on the dirtbike. It's a Suzuki 80cc four stroke. The fuel tank is cracked up and leaking like a sieve. I have a tank from an old Honda CR80 and it takes me a while but I get it mounted to the bike and I didn't even have to chop the bike or the tank. The carb on this thing was sitting with fuel in it for years and it's beyond hope. Normally I can open them up and blow the jets with compressed air, maybe carb cleaner and some wires but this thing is completely jammed solid with crap and I can't get it. I have a carb on my shelf and it's actually for that exact engine. So after 6-8 hours of scratching my head and wrenching, I have his bike running just as good as ever and it holds fuel.
Now it's Franks turn. The first day, he actually shows up at a decent hour and the guy is putting his time in. They have the interior all but gutted. Seats, carpet, interior trim(what's left of it) HVAC. Just the dash is left and it's been a good 5 hours so they call it a day. Next day he's right there say 9-10AM. Dang this is working! They're going after removing the cracked up dashboard and something isn't making sense. It seems loose but it's not coming out. I'm out there putzing with my truck and my Wife asks me to come take a look. I get under the dash and I'm looking but I'm damned if I can find what's holding it up. It can wiggle but it's not coming loose. I notice some steel brackets with rivets under the dash just at the bottom of the windshield. All I can think is to cut the rivets loose and the dash will come out but it doesn't make sense because you're not going to get new rivets in when you install the new dash. There's barely room to get a chisel in to cut them loose. Frank figures it out. Frank goes out under the cowl under the hood, pulls up the drip tray and right there are two nuts on studs poking through the firewall. We pull those nuts off and presto the dash is loose! God Damn Frank you're a rock star! I'm SO glad the guy was here! Different perspective? Savant? I don't know but the guy nailed it!
Next day. Again Frank shows up about 10AM and the Jetta is coming around. The carpet is in and looking nice, the trim is installed, The seats are cleaned up and installed. This thing is actually starting to look pretty good! That was a good day. 4-5 hours and they call it. Nice job guys! Looking good!
Next day. Time to install HVAC. We did an AC delete. The Jetta was originally an AC car but most of the gear was gone. The parts car was non-AC and the heater box is much smaller, lighter, and simpler. We clean that up, do a little bit of swapping on wiring harnesses and we install it. Frank isn't here yet and it's about noon. My Wife texts him to see what's up.
Well this girl showed up about midnight last night and the way I gather they were up until the wee hours drinking and boning so he's not into working today. He doesn't know this girl from a hill of beans and about the only thing he DOES know is that she's a real easy piece of ass, I guess pretty cute, and mentally a wreck. Well... Yea I've been hard up myself so I'm trying to be understanding here. If a cute and willing young lady showed up at my place and I was lonely I think I'd take that opportunity as well. He did put some good time in on this vehicle and really saved the day when pulling the dash out. I went to work with my Wife. We got the replacement dash in, Heater installed. Everything assembled, wires routed, job done. The thing looks damn near new on the inside. It was a good 8 hours and I still feel it to day as this was just yesterday and I'm no youngster. My Wife is in pain. I just feel tired.
I can see Franks side, but a deal is a deal. I was trying to talk to my Wife that "We're kind of even right? He put in his time, he really helped out a ton. Neither owes either and we're pretty squared up right?". I wasn't really feeling that but I was willing to be convinced and sort of let it slide. My Wife however doesn't feel that we're square at all. Not only the motorcycle and the solar crap, but she spent hours on the phone and computer and Frank agreed that he'd be there from start to finish on this interior. On the last day, he ditched us because he was busy screwing and drinking with some random chick. While we were finishing up the job, Frank texted my Wife asking if He and this girl could come down to meet and greet. Or would we like to come up and have a fire? My Wife and I are dead tired, it's about 5PM. We normally have supper on the table at this time but we're close and we want to get through it. We're not into entertaining tonight. We want to finish up, get supper, get the kids to bed and crash. We're sure as hell not going up to the junk heap and sitting there at a fire watching these two make out and get tanked up. She texted him something like that. Tired, still working, still have to make supper, not happening.
That's it. If you made it through all that I admire your perseverance and I hope it at least makes sense. This is just my side of course. I have my own issues. I can be an asshole, impatient, I'm kind of obnoxious. I'm trying to work on that stuff and my Wife tells me I'm really reigning it in when I get pissed if something is fighting me. Anymore I'll just walk away and have a smoke or something. I guess I can get sort of pushy when I see shit that needs doing. I want to help but I guess I'm aggressive or too Gung Ho about it.
Anyways, it feels like this relationship with Frank is going to end up the same place as it left off before. All I can think to do is just not really seek him out anymore. If he happens to need something... I don't know... My Wife and my Children and myself are a team. We've got enough going on and we don't need someone dragging us down. I don't want this to get to the point where it did before. I feel like I screwed up even letting this guy back into my life and I'm kind of stressing.
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I'm married, two children, my Wife is awesome. We live in a small community in a wooded/rural area. It's not Donner Pass but we are out in the boonies. We have to be somewhat able and self sufficient. It's not off grid prepper stuff but we have to be able to do more ourselves than if we lived in town.
A few years back, my Wifes Friend and I guess you'd call him a friendly acquaintance of mine moved up on the mountain. Let's call him Frank. The guy has issues, as do we all, but he's functional, intelligent, and quite handy. A decent guy to know to help get things done.
When he moved in, the property he bought was a disaster. Previous owner used to get all manner of Amazon returns and stockpile the stuff. Also anything else he could drag home for free or dirt cheap. All kinds of crap everywhere with zero organization. A couple of giant burn piles where of course he's burning just whatever, a pickup truck bed camper in disrepair full of stuff, ratty tarps and tents covering more crap. Squalor and chaos.
The property does have a functional well and **some** kind of septic system and there's power run to it. There's a small building attached to a camper but with some work it can be made liveable. So we sort of have the bare essentials covered. We just have a ton of work to do.
So I'm excited, my Wife is excited, Frank is excited as well. We all figure let's get Frank set up. Running water, working toilet, sink, wood/coal stove, major cleanup on the property, a water heater, washing machine, a shower or even a bath tub would be real nice as well. Basic stuff so he can do for himself because at this point he's showering and doing laundry and eating supper all at our house. I figure if I'm in a spot, I could go up there and have a shower or do laundry you know?
We get to work. First we have to finish even moving the guy in so he can be rid of the trailer he's renting in a trailer park. Turns out the guy is a hoarder and it's heavy. The guy has more stuff packed into his trailer then we actually know what to do with. At least it's nothing disgusting and most of it I can see at least some value in it. I can see why he'd keep hold of things like this but Man there's a LOT!!! I don't know how he can even store all this stuff so I figured let's make this easy and I bought him a 40' shipping container and had it delivered to his place. We get it there and we assemble storage racks that were left on the property by the previous owner inside the shipping container. I'm not rich but at this point I don't terribly miss the money and I figure helping this dude out will benefit me and my Family. Within two weeks, Frank is out of his trailer and everything he owns is jammed into the shipping container. It's tight but it's somewhat organized at least.
Now! Let's get to work! And we do. We start clearing out some of the actual trash. Say 15 hours and we can notice that we made a dent. Another 15 hours, it still kind of looks for shit but we can at least make sense of the place now. We're really doing something here! It's heavy and dirty and disgusting but we're having a lot of fun with it and feeling pretty good. As we're going, we find some actual decent things in the piles that the previous owner left behind and we're trying to not waste anything because we're not rich and we might need the stuff.
It gets to a point where it's starting to become really dirty work and even a garden hose would be pretty dang amazing just to at least wash up a little bit because we really don't know what's in some of these piles but Man we're digging deep into them! My Wife goes through the nonsense of getting his power turned on. Frank has enough money saved to get it turned on and to keep it going a while.
Ok, we got power and we can make some water happen now. We scrounged up a shitter and a sink, bought some PVC and got that happening. Now we can wash up and we don't have to crap in the woods anymore. We also found a decent Harmann wood/coal burner and installed that. Nothing ideal but we're looking pretty damn good compared to when we started. The stove was free. The previous owner switched to pellets and had no use for it. We had to get it out and move it of course but nothing we can't handle.
So now it's getting to at least 40 hours at Franks place, maybe 60 hours. I wasn't really keeping track. The place still looks like hell but we're making steady progress and it's more or less "liveable". Meanwhile there are things piling up at my own house. The roof needs a little attention, some work on my backhoe, vehicle repairs and maintenance. Normal everyday stuff that got put to the back burner for a while as we set this guy up but it's starting to pile up and I have to get this shit done.
"Hey Frank, you mind coming down a little while and pitching in with this or that?"
At first, yea he makes his way down and helps out. Not at the crack of dawn, say 11 AM or so. Fine and dandy. This isn't pay work and I don't start early myself, nor do I go very long and hard on these tasks. Put in a couple hours until I feel like I accomplished something and call it a day. I don't think I'm asking much.
After a bit though, he's showing up later and later. If Frank says 12-ish, it means like 2PM or something. One day I have to remove the backhoe from my tractor in order to replace some hydraulic lines. This assembly weighs about 4 tons. It's on a 1967 Case 580 CK. Not the biggest thing but it's no joke. Frank is skilled with cranes and forklifts and other heavy stuff and I figure he could just come down and help me make damn sure this thing is going to be stable. I'm going to have the hydraulics opened up and if it's not properly supported it could move on me and that might well be it for me.
So the day comes. I have my tractor in the driveway and I have the backhoe dismounted from the tractor but still hooked to the hydraulics by around 10-11AM. Now I'm sitting and waiting on Frank. Finally about 1AM he rolls in. The first thing he does is to sit down and use my blowtorch to clean out his one hitter so he can do a little wake and bake. I've been ready and waiting for a couple hours and now the dude is going to sit and get high before we're going to work with some heavy shit and he's burning my propane to do so. Yea I'm kind of annoyed and I let him know. I tried to not be too much of an asshole but I wasn't pleasant about it. I didn't yell or anything but I'm sure I came off kind of asshole-ish.
He finishes up with the one hitter, takes a few wacks off it, says he's go tot go home and crap. Lovely... He's been lighting up my toilet for a while now, what's the big deal? Anyhow he heads back home. I'm sitting there for an hour or so scratching my ass, screw it I'll figure it out. I'm scared as hell but I manage to get my lines replaced. I bring the tractor into position and get the bottom mounting pins locked in. There are two more up top of the backhoe assembly and then it's solidly mounted. I screwed up by not hooking the hydraulic lines from the tractor to the backhoe and doesn't the damn thing just sort of drop right to the ground because the boom, bucket, and dipper arm are open. I took precautions against this but I guess I didn't do very well. I didn't lose the whole show but it scared the hell out of me and I shut the tractor down and walked away for a while. It was a split second and if I was under it I'd either have been dead or wishing for it. I calmed myself down after a while and finished the job. Frank never showed back up that day.
After I got done, I was sitting there a while. After that dopamine hit from getting the job done wore off I was starting to feel pretty let down and pissed off. My Wife and I put real time, and heart and soul in up at Franks place. We'd get up there about 9AM-10AM and get to it. Half the time, Frank would be hungover and it would literally be 2-3 hours until he was any kind of mobile. We're up there at his place trying to get shit done so he has a setup and he's dragging his ass because he was up until 3AM the previous night getting shitfaced.
The plan was, after he was set, we'd get into some nonsense. Cleanouts from tenants that left an apartment full of stuff, scrapping, maybe some lawn work, plowing snow on the mountain here, whatever. Not getting rich but at least paying the bills and having a laugh. At first, Frank is all about it. The cleanouts were his idea. I never knew you actually could get some decent pay for this type of thing. After a while though Frank starts throwing up roadblocks about we need to be an LLC and have a few fairly new looking trucks before we can start when I'm watching something like "Randys Hauling" on the side of a beat up old truck going up and down the mountain and he's getting that pay. On OUR mountain and we could be easily doing this right now! He kept throwing these obstacles up on all sorts of projects. It felt like Frank was deliberately throwing wrenches wherever he could in order to halt any progress.
Eventually I tried talking with him. I told him "I'm not really feeling the return on this investment.". and Frank says "I'm sorry you feel that way.". It kind of went to shit from there. I got to the point where I didn't want anything more to do with him. I was a door mat for a long time in my childhood and it felt like I was getting played for a stooge yet again. It felt like he was also taking advantage of my Wife. But hey, she's been Friends with him for quite a while. In fact she was Friends with him before we were even dating. I'm not going to tell her she can't hang out with the guy. You'll just have to take my word that she's not the type to play around when she's in a committed relationship. Not sure if I have much faith in Frank but I have faith in my Wife.
Frank is no longer coming to the house, there are arguments between my Wife and I about the guy. All I can see is that she's getting played by the guy. Eventually, Frank has a Friend who offers him to go to a blues concert because Franks Friend has noone to go with but has an extra ticket. This is a weekend thing where you camp and party and listen to performers. My Wife is already running ragged here there and everywhere. Frank asks my Wife to keep an eye on his dogs while he's away and of course she wants to help out. She's just like that. One day, turns out my Wife is too busy to take care of it and my Daughter has to go check on the dogs. My Daughter can't find the keys to get inside Franks camper. Now don't you know I have to go up there and take on this guys responsibilities while he's out at a concert partying his ass off. I put my foot down because at this point the guy is messing with the entire Family and holding all of us up. I told my Wife that WE are done with him and shit hit the fan for a while but eventually she started to see shit for herself and we all just cut off from the guy.
This is breaking my heart. I really do love the guy and I know it's killing my Wife to cut off from a Friend. But it's a one way Friendship. Frank will jump for someone he really cares about, but us, we're just useful or so it seems to me.
3 years go by. My Wife still talks with Frank via text and I'm not thrilled with it but I'm not going to push it either. Whatever it's not holding up our show. Time goes by... I simmer down, Frank calms down. I do indeed miss the guy but I'm afraid that if I start talking it'll end up being the same crap all over again. He was good to work with when he felt like it. I work on cars all the time and this guy can look at things and see things that I don't. He's no kind of mechanic but he's already schooled me under the hood as well as setting up a guys garage door that was horribly installed.
In time, yes we do start talking again. I try to make it very clear that if we're going to do anything, we BOTH have to feel properly compensated for our efforts. Be that money, labor swapping, horse trading, whatever. If I do something for Frank and it takes an hour, Frank gets me back satisfactorily and vice versa. This has to be worth it for both of us and all of us.
Well, it happens that Frank finally decides he wants to clean up his property. His truck is not registered, insured, or inspected. His drivers license is expired. There's a lot of scrap up there. I have a road legal truck and I make a proposition. I'll pile scrap on the truck until I feel it's a decent load, he and my Wife will run the load. My wife is a capable driver. She and frank will unload the truck at the scrapyard and meanwhile I'll break the scrap down at his place and have another load ready to go. At the end of the day, the truck gets paid $1 per mile and the tank gets filled for the next day. We split the remainder 3 ways equally. We clean the property up, we all get a few dollars and after a little while he can save the money to get his own truck back on the road.
Frank says there's not enough money in scrapping. There won't be anything left to split after gassing up the truck... Sounds familiar... Ok, how about this then. Let me make a load of absolute BS scrap like old bedsprings, tin cans, and just whatever crap I can, we see how that pays and maybe go from there.
Frank says Hem and Haw, well maybe if it's just Frank and my Wife loading up the truck and they also run and unload the truck he might be in to it. Splitting it 3 ways and with the truck just isn't going to cut it. Now I'm getting confused and a little irritated because I thought the idea was to clean up, not get paid. My Wife also has a screwy elbow and if she goes hard on a job she's in pain the next day. Nope this aint happening. Let's put a pin in this and come back to it. I'm not going to push anymore and my Wife is definitely not into chucking scrap on to the truck as well as off loading it. If he wants to do something and he comes to us, we'll figure it out. If he wants to sit on that scrap, hell with it. I guess this is the Hoarder in his brain talking.
My Wife has a 1896 VW Jetta diesel. It's old and it's been around but it can be made decent. The interior is shit but we have a parts car and a pile of interior parts like carpet and trim, dashboard, and just everything you want to make the inside actually pretty good looking. She's the one that heads up the interior work. I personally hate it. At this point, Frank has no power at his place and he has a little 80cc dirtbike he'd like to use to get up and down the mountain. Private dirt road so we can drive ATV's or golf carts or whatever and it'd be handy.
I have a 300 watt solar panel that I'm not going to use and all the gear to go with it. I have some parts I can use to get his dirtbike going and I know how to get most old carburetted stuff running when it's been sitting a while. We come to an agreement. Frank will be down here working on this Jetta with my Wife until the interior is as good as we can make it. I'll give him the solar panel, help him install it at his place, and get his dirtbike going for him. Also my Wife will handle getting his power back on and a couple of other administrative things. Everyone is feeling OK with it.
We begin. My Wife and I put the first foot forward. We take the solar gear up to his place and get it working. Now at least he can charge his phone and keep a light running. Nothing major but it's something and it's damn handy. I start on the dirtbike. It's a Suzuki 80cc four stroke. The fuel tank is cracked up and leaking like a sieve. I have a tank from an old Honda CR80 and it takes me a while but I get it mounted to the bike and I didn't even have to chop the bike or the tank. The carb on this thing was sitting with fuel in it for years and it's beyond hope. Normally I can open them up and blow the jets with compressed air, maybe carb cleaner and some wires but this thing is completely jammed solid with crap and I can't get it. I have a carb on my shelf and it's actually for that exact engine. So after 6-8 hours of scratching my head and wrenching, I have his bike running just as good as ever and it holds fuel.
Now it's Franks turn. The first day, he actually shows up at a decent hour and the guy is putting his time in. They have the interior all but gutted. Seats, carpet, interior trim(what's left of it) HVAC. Just the dash is left and it's been a good 5 hours so they call it a day. Next day he's right there say 9-10AM. Dang this is working! They're going after removing the cracked up dashboard and something isn't making sense. It seems loose but it's not coming out. I'm out there putzing with my truck and my Wife asks me to come take a look. I get under the dash and I'm looking but I'm damned if I can find what's holding it up. It can wiggle but it's not coming loose. I notice some steel brackets with rivets under the dash just at the bottom of the windshield. All I can think is to cut the rivets loose and the dash will come out but it doesn't make sense because you're not going to get new rivets in when you install the new dash. There's barely room to get a chisel in to cut them loose. Frank figures it out. Frank goes out under the cowl under the hood, pulls up the drip tray and right there are two nuts on studs poking through the firewall. We pull those nuts off and presto the dash is loose! God Damn Frank you're a rock star! I'm SO glad the guy was here! Different perspective? Savant? I don't know but the guy nailed it!
Next day. Again Frank shows up about 10AM and the Jetta is coming around. The carpet is in and looking nice, the trim is installed, The seats are cleaned up and installed. This thing is actually starting to look pretty good! That was a good day. 4-5 hours and they call it. Nice job guys! Looking good!
Next day. Time to install HVAC. We did an AC delete. The Jetta was originally an AC car but most of the gear was gone. The parts car was non-AC and the heater box is much smaller, lighter, and simpler. We clean that up, do a little bit of swapping on wiring harnesses and we install it. Frank isn't here yet and it's about noon. My Wife texts him to see what's up.
Well this girl showed up about midnight last night and the way I gather they were up until the wee hours drinking and boning so he's not into working today. He doesn't know this girl from a hill of beans and about the only thing he DOES know is that she's a real easy piece of ass, I guess pretty cute, and mentally a wreck. Well... Yea I've been hard up myself so I'm trying to be understanding here. If a cute and willing young lady showed up at my place and I was lonely I think I'd take that opportunity as well. He did put some good time in on this vehicle and really saved the day when pulling the dash out. I went to work with my Wife. We got the replacement dash in, Heater installed. Everything assembled, wires routed, job done. The thing looks damn near new on the inside. It was a good 8 hours and I still feel it to day as this was just yesterday and I'm no youngster. My Wife is in pain. I just feel tired.
I can see Franks side, but a deal is a deal. I was trying to talk to my Wife that "We're kind of even right? He put in his time, he really helped out a ton. Neither owes either and we're pretty squared up right?". I wasn't really feeling that but I was willing to be convinced and sort of let it slide. My Wife however doesn't feel that we're square at all. Not only the motorcycle and the solar crap, but she spent hours on the phone and computer and Frank agreed that he'd be there from start to finish on this interior. On the last day, he ditched us because he was busy screwing and drinking with some random chick. While we were finishing up the job, Frank texted my Wife asking if He and this girl could come down to meet and greet. Or would we like to come up and have a fire? My Wife and I are dead tired, it's about 5PM. We normally have supper on the table at this time but we're close and we want to get through it. We're not into entertaining tonight. We want to finish up, get supper, get the kids to bed and crash. We're sure as hell not going up to the junk heap and sitting there at a fire watching these two make out and get tanked up. She texted him something like that. Tired, still working, still have to make supper, not happening.
That's it. If you made it through all that I admire your perseverance and I hope it at least makes sense. This is just my side of course. I have my own issues. I can be an asshole, impatient, I'm kind of obnoxious. I'm trying to work on that stuff and my Wife tells me I'm really reigning it in when I get pissed if something is fighting me. Anymore I'll just walk away and have a smoke or something. I guess I can get sort of pushy when I see shit that needs doing. I want to help but I guess I'm aggressive or too Gung Ho about it.
Anyways, it feels like this relationship with Frank is going to end up the same place as it left off before. All I can think to do is just not really seek him out anymore. If he happens to need something... I don't know... My Wife and my Children and myself are a team. We've got enough going on and we don't need someone dragging us down. I don't want this to get to the point where it did before. I feel like I screwed up even letting this guy back into my life and I'm kind of stressing.
2024.05.07 15:55 ventirohis What does this mean?
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2024.05.06 22:40 RemarkableLobster565 How to do a Test Knit
Hey all! I designed a pattern for Spincycle Yarns Cowgirl Cowl and finished the project yesterday. I posted my WIP on their ravelry forum and got asked to make the pattern available and offers to test knit for it.
Have you had anyone test knit your pattern? How does it work? How do you protect yourself and the pattern? (I have seen a few horror stories of people stealing the pattern and selling it themselves)
Any and all advice welcome. Also, if anyone has any tips on listing a pattern on Ravelry I greatly appreciate it was well!
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Have you had anyone test knit your pattern? How does it work? How do you protect yourself and the pattern? (I have seen a few horror stories of people stealing the pattern and selling it themselves)
Any and all advice welcome. Also, if anyone has any tips on listing a pattern on Ravelry I greatly appreciate it was well!
2024.05.06 19:27 Prestigious_Insect36 What do you think I should do next?
OK so I have a 92 foxbody project car and it has been parked in the garage. I do a project of so every month, slowly working on it for recreation. Well my wife needed me to move it out for a few weeks so she could start the process of sifting through all the collected junk prior to a yard sale. The aftermarket cowl hood was nothing but rust with a few wobbly spots in the metal. I did not want to put it out in the rain to totally rust through so I decided to try to scale it....it was destined for replacement anyway so yolo. To my surprise, I was able to easily remove all the rust with a mixture of citric acid, vinegar and steel wool. So happy with the results I thought I'd take it a step further and try to bodyfill the boo boos, just for practice. I've never used bodyfiller successfully. To my surprise, it came out great. Now I'm starting to think I should save this. So I sanded and shot a turbocan of rustoleum just to protect it in the elements. That paint also layer out great.
So now the question. This car will one day get professionally body worked and painted apex blue pearl (new acura factory color I love) and it's currently white so hood will look decent enough to drive around with till then. I know this gloss will fade, the gloss has long faded on the single stage respray that is on the rest of the car anyway. But will the protection fade? I don't want the rust to come back so is the primer and a single turbo can of rustoleum good enough to protect the metal from the elements or should I go deeper down the diy rabbit hole and try to put a enamel clear on it? Will more coats of enamel just make it harder to respray the car down the road and therefore cost me more in labor?
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So now the question. This car will one day get professionally body worked and painted apex blue pearl (new acura factory color I love) and it's currently white so hood will look decent enough to drive around with till then. I know this gloss will fade, the gloss has long faded on the single stage respray that is on the rest of the car anyway. But will the protection fade? I don't want the rust to come back so is the primer and a single turbo can of rustoleum good enough to protect the metal from the elements or should I go deeper down the diy rabbit hole and try to put a enamel clear on it? Will more coats of enamel just make it harder to respray the car down the road and therefore cost me more in labor?