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/r/AnimalsBeingJerks for Cat Enthusiasts!

2015.03.13 18:34 /r/AnimalsBeingJerks for Cat Enthusiasts!

/CatSlaps is a subreddit based around cats smashing stuff with their pretty little paws, if you have content related to this, post here!

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2011.07.15 00:03 Cat Advice and Support

There are no dumb questions, except the ones asking for medical advice which is prohibited. Read the rules and the FAQ first.

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2015.08.09 22:22 Akesgeroth The cat dimension

Whenever a cat freaks out, it runs off out of sight. Little do most people know that they actually escape to the cat dimension, which is a dimension that's always just out of sight of all humans and is contiguous with all of spacetime. Cats may travel through it at will, allowing them to go from one point to another seemingly instantly. This subreddit is dedicated to felines (and rarely, other animals) leaving for the cat dimension.

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2024.05.01 01:30 denispenishaha Your dommy mommy tupla degrades you for being a worthless loser [F4M] [Mean] [Hate2Motivation] [Mental issues] [Becoming a better person] [Wholesome?]

Basic script info
Lenght: 1843 words
Monetization and editing: Free to monetize, post to whatever platform. Free to edit. Please include me in the credits if you use or edit this script - thanks.
Premise: The mentally unstable listener unconciously develops a tupla which strangely resembles a common trope for ASMR videos.
/Text in slashes/ - Example prompt from the listener, usually not read
(Text in brackets) - Either SFX and ambience suggestions or actor suggestions.
*Text in asterisks* - Actions that a character takes
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(Bitter, dripping with venom) You are worthless. You worm. You disgust me.
Another day squandered, wasted - surrendered to time. Are you happy with yourself? (Condescending) Are you proud, my dear, dear boy? Huh? Got nothing to say? Ooh, do not worry~ That is why I am here darling♡ (Soft, mocking baby voice) I can say all the mean, nasty things which you don’t have the spine for.
(Soft) Are you comfy, darling? Nuzzled tightly under that warm and soft and protective blanket? Oh sweetie, when was the last time you bothered to change your bed sheets? Did you go another day sleeping in your own filth?
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(Stern, angry) Wow. Somehow that doesn’t surprise me in the slightlest. You are a pig, a disgusting, unwashed pig who sleeps in his own filth.
When was the last time you made your bed, huh? Tell me – and be honest. When was the last time you changed the casing on your pillow? This one has yellow stains from all the sweat and oil and grime, just oozing from the pores of your head. (Disgusted) It reeks of roadkill. (Tch)
(Condescending, mocking baby voice) And baby’s snuggy witwe bwanket~ Oh does baby enjoy hiding from his miserable life and responsibilities under that soft, soft mouldy thing? How pathetic~ (Stern, disgusted) You make me sick. If I was a real person and accidentally walked in your filthy, derelict aparatment, I would just dive head first through the window – even jumping from the roof is preferable to being in your stinking and rotten presence.
(Soft, faux) Mhmm~ But you already know that, don’t you darling. I am just an amalgamation of all those dawk~ huwting~ feewings~ which you just cannot bear ♡ That is why I exist, hihi~ Oh, honey… I hate your guts so, so, so, sooo much! Your cowardice by neglecting your own life, your escapism in video games and other media – those are what brought me to life.
Without you I wouldn’t be here insulting you ♡ And for the privilge of existing as an autonomous entity of your mental faculties… (Loud, angry, really pissed off) I HATE YOU!!! You ungrateful, worthless piece of human garbage!!! YOU!!! YOU MADE ME. YOU MADE ME BECAUSE YOU CAN’T DO A SINGLE GOD DAMN THING RIGHT IN YOUR MISERABLE LIFE. BECAUSE OF YOU I EXIST ONLY TO HATE, TO UNDERMINE AND TO DESTROY WHAT YOU ARE.
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(Stern, dissapointed) Do you think such an existance is fun, darling? Do you think I enjoy my only purpose, my raison d’etre, as the nagging voice of a disgusting, sack of shit? Do you think this is a life worth living? Heh…
(Stern, teasing) I thought a lot about me, and you, and me, and you… How you feel so ashamed, how your regrets are an insurmountable mountain of missed opportunities. How much you are afraid of being a failure… All of those feelings, those and many more which give you so, so much grief, they are warnings, dear. (Teasing) With big, bold letters they shine in your skull, they make your heart race and a cold sweat drip down your back as you realize that life is slipping through your crusty hands by the hour, by the minute, by the second and poof~. You are left in the summer of your life with nothing but empty hands which desperately cling to the slipping sand and eyes which can only look downward because there is nothing worth to see or remember in your past…
(Teasing, insulting, light) But you ignored them. Like a fool. Honestly if there was a competition for the world’s dumbest person, you’d have a great shot at winning your first, well - anything, in life! Just picture this ‘The Worlds Dumbest, Most Ignorant Human’, what an amazing title, my little champ~
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(Light tone) The human psyche is an amazing, breathtaking and complex mechanism. It’s so robust with many neat little tricks which it can play on itself when its bored or in danger. It can work through significant mental and physical trauma unscathed, well, relatively speaking. Imagine this, pet; you are captured by an assailant and tied down to a chair. (Husky, whispering) Every day for six hours they torture you – merciless, unabashed, pure primal enjoyment of pain as their only motivation. How long do you think you could survive that? How long do you think your mind would survive it, is the better question?
(Soft, condescending) Mhmm~ I think you are slowly getting the picture here darling. You always were a smart boy♡ Sadly contemplation is where your intelligence reaches its end, the act of doing seems to forever elude you. (Faux contemplative) Which is quite funny if you think about it, a dog doesn’t have to think about chasing a cat, an owl doesn’t have to think about swooping in on its prey, hell, even a tree doesn’t think about growing new branches! They all just do. Everything just does, everything, except you…
(Playful) That indolent side of you baby, has unsurprisingly pissed off a person which has great stakes in your life. That person would, of course, be yourself, dummy!~ Well, at least the unconcious part of your psyche. So who would’ve thought that after years and years of psychological self torture, your own self decided to step up and fight against the choices you are actively making?!
(Serious) And you might say, ‘Oh but I am innocent! I am not doing anything wrong!’, but the truth is that you are not doing anything, period. You are just lying down in your bed and rotting away while life passes by your window. Like a wounded animal, which goes to lie down in the snow as a bleeding wound lulls it to eternal sleep… Yet instead of an arrow sticking out of your chest, you lie down and give up because its (mocking baby voice) hawd~ and cowd~ to live life with so many big, scawy and mean emotions~
(Serious, dominant, confident) Heh. That is why you made me. A being that can have its own thoughts, make its own decisions, have its own feelings. Something that can talk to your thick skulled ego using language which you cannot escape. This is no longer the hide and seek game you could play with your emotions. Oh no, no~. No longer will you be able to pretend that you are free of responsibilities by watching a show or eating fast food. Because I will be here, by your side, to remind you how fucking pathetic you truly are.
(Confident, teasing) Mhmm, I can feel your fear, baby. You think you are going insane♡ Oh darling~ If only you could accept the truth instead of running from it. You think I am some sort of, mental illness, don't you? Some sort of fantasy terrorist chasing after you with an imaginary pitchfork, just for the fun of runing your life? Oh no, no, no. (Serious) I am the final and last desperate attempt at helping you get a grip on life. Do you know why? Because you are a maggot and a leech, you have actively and consciously sabotaged yourself throughout your entire life, even though you try to deny it.
You like thinking so much so why don’t I give you a couple of easy pointers. How many people did you talk to today, in real life? When was the last time you did something for your own health? How many days did you go without a shower? When was the last time you picked up that pencil to draw, or that guitar to play? How long do you attempt to dissuade yourself that you are happy with doing nothing, being nothing and accomplishing nothing?
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(Teasing, playful) Wowie. You are all shaky~ I really know how to rile up your bratty little ego ♡
(Soft, caring) Darling, I want you to do me a favour, ok? I want you to get out of bed – now. Go to the sink, turn the tap to cold water and wash your face, then look at yourself in the mirror. (Serious) For the first time in a long time allow yourself to be honest. Are you happy? Is this who you want to stay? Is there something which you can do right now, that you’ve been neglecting to do?
(Serious to kind) Maybe its a shower that’s long overdue, maybe its the clothes on the floor which need to be picked up, maybe its the mountain of dirty dishes in the sink… Maybe nothing is right and you repressed your entire enviroment. Maybe there is not a single piece in your life which fulfills you. (Playful) Heh, dummy, if thats the case then it’s really easy~! (Kind) You don’t have to pick which one to start with because any will do.
(Confident, encouraging) I want you to do this now. Do you know why? Because you owe it to yourself, you owe it to me. It is the only thing you have. Now. Right this moment. (Building up tone, hyping up) You will never be able to stop the flow of time, you will never be able to turn back the clock and revert your past mistakes, but you can make a change right, fucking, now. Grab it! Grab this moment for all its worth and squeeze and hold as tight as you can… Because you might not get another one…
(Confident, full of conviction) No one is promised tomorrow. And if this moment was your last, would you rather have it be a repeat of the unending self hate and monotony of your past life, or a single light of change? A single flash of hope, of proof that you ARE better than this, that you CAN govern your life and that you DESERVE to live. That you deserve to be happy.
(Kind) A single step is all it takes to start the journey. And all you have to do is keep moving one foot infront the other. Don’t stop. Do, not, stop. Do you want to be a good boy? Do you want to make me happy? The truth is that you don’t have to be a good boy to make me happy, you can be yourself. You don’t have to align to anyone's expectations except your own.
(Reassuring) What I want you to do, darling, is to get to a point where you can look in the mirror and be proud of who you are. I want you to remember who you used to be and how you much you’ve improved.
(Hopeful, proud) I want to see you smile, darling. Those dried tears and frowns do not suit you. I want to see you happy, cutie pie. Genuienly happy to be alive. Grateful to breathe in the cold air with your lungs and feel the sun caressing your face. Grateful for the pain. Grateful for the sadness. Grateful for everything you have endured. Grateful for having the courage to grow and be better… Grateful for life.
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I would greatly appreciate any feedback. Thank you for reading.

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2024.05.01 01:19 Feeling_Agent_2642 Why is my kitten suddenly sweeter?

So I found my kitten and raised her since she was 2-3 weeks old, shes 8 months now. She’s always been a rough player, I blame it on myself for teaching her it’s okay to play with hands and the fact that she didn’t grow up with other cats to socialize with. It’s been very overwhelming because she really does some damage and she independently seeks me out to attack me and doesn’t back down, numerous times a day. Shes very sadistic.I tolerate it because well, Im very tolerant. Im the eldest of 3 siblings and Shes my baby so shes excused. that doesn’t mean i don’t lose my patience with her sometimes though. Anyways shes purred less during cuddles and pets than any cat Ive known my whole life. And shes always gotten easily overstimulated, asking for pets and then attacking me within the next minute. So i never considered her too affectionate, she can be, but she prefers play. Shes still sleeps with me (also attacks me in my sleep if i dare oversleep or becomes my own personal alarm clock despite having an automatic feeder) and would lick my face (then bite my face within the same minute). She has her moments. Sometimes shes unbearable and rarely shes my peace but i love her. For the past 4-5 days shes been far better behaved, its like a miracle. Shes still playful ( jumping on my back every opportunity that i bend over for piggy back rides) and her appetites the same. But now shes been seeking out cuddles more often and i haven’t been attacked during these past few days ( 1 exception) shes been lying down on me purring and allowing me to pet and scratch her for long periods of time without lashing out. no rough play like at all. She could be in heat but hasn’t had one yet to my knowledge. I swore she’d be far more obnoxious if she was, like every other female cat I’ve known. I assume she’s completely healthy. Shes only been ill once and she preferred to be alone then. Maybe she just matured? but so sudden? any ideas?

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2024.05.01 01:04 kelpio Desperately needing advice- cat w/ separation anxiety

So I'm going to preface this with I just took my cat to the vet 2 weeks ago and at this point is a regular. I'm looking for advice or what has worked for other people with their cats having separation anxiety.
I have had my cat, Beatrice, since November of 2022. Some background on her: the previous tenant of my house was a hoarder. She hoarded cats and dogs. When she passed my landlord was responsible to gathering all the animals and cleaning the place. B was 1 of 2 cats he didn't catch. For 6 months she wandered the great outdoors of what is my backyard. I decided to take her in and she has been my cuddly, lovable indoor cat since. She is spayed. I have no idea how only she is because she only has 3.5 canines and a couple teefs in the front. Around December I had gone for an extended amount of time, I think out shopping and getting my nails/haieyelashes done, and had gotten home very late. She ended up peeing on the side of my couch. I cleaned it and never thought anything of it again. She began peeing in the bathtub in January and it would gave blood. I took her to the vet when I noticed and she was put on gabapentin to help as she was diagnosed with Interstitial Cystitis. We have been giving her 100mg nightly since. About a month ago she started going outside of the litter box, but ONLY when I've been gone for an extended amount of time. I took her to the vet because I wanted to make sure it wasn't a UTI, it wasn't. We increased her gabapentin to 100mg BID. She also around this time started experiencing constipation because she refused to go to the litter box and poop. It only temporarily fixed the solution. So some things I did to help her feel more at ease:
1) I bought two new litter boxes. Both are quite large and are open at the top. She seemed to start using the litter box again and even took the loudest piss in one of them last night. 2) she's on Miralax for the constipation per her vet and it has seemed to help 3) she got a big ole cat tree now and even more toys than she had. She now has 3 favorite toys lol 4) she has scratch houses and they are sprayed with catnip 5) she occasionally gets bird noises (maybe I should make that an every day thing???) 6) I use an enzymatic cleaner every time she pees and that seems to be helping alleviate the reoffending the same spots
I do have another (intact) cat in the house and they get along somewhat okay. I've tried feliway and didn't think it did much to help them, but I'm going to try it again. But today, I worked in the office from 9-5 today. I did stop at home for 10 minutes to use the bathroom as it was on the way to my last client and then immediately left. Now I sometimes work from home or am home frequently throughout the day when I have time. I work a pretty chaotic job that tends to keep me on the road or out of the house most days but I do have more time at home than I believe I do. Recently I had surgery and since having it I've been much more active and seeing clients face to face more and going to the office more. That doesn't allow for me to be home much. I got home today at 5 and had some work to finish. While on the phone with one of my supervisors she peed on the side of my couch.
Beatrice gets A LOT of love and attention. My boyfriend occasionally comes up when I'm at work and that doesn't seem to help either. It seems she only does this when I'm away and have just gotten back. I've bought a feliway refill and calming treats. I'm going to try a new litter to see if that will make it more enticing??? I'm going to start leaving the bird sounds on more consistently since I'm going to be out of the house for extended periods of time more often because I just got a promotion. I did reach out to her vet because I've done a lot of reading in other medications we can try alongside the gabapentin. Unfortunately I have to leave a voicemail and will hopefully hear back tomorrow morning.
But for people with cats who have separation anxiety. Please, what helped?? She is my baby and I want to keep her until the day she can no longer be here with me. How can I help her feel better??

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2024.05.01 00:40 BeeYou_BeTrue 🎁 Unveiling the Power of Unexpected Gifts: A Day of Presents 🌟

Hello everyone,
Today was truly a day of unexpected gifts, a reminder of the joy that thoughtful gestures can bring into our lives. Let me share a few of the delightful surprises that made today special for me.🌷🕊️🌟
This morning started with an exciting offer from Style Republic (https://www.stylerepublic.us), inviting me to try out three of their high-quality cashmere hats in exchange for an Amazon review. The comfort and style of these hats immediately brought a smile to my face. Style Republic's commitment to serving a diverse clientele, including those experiencing temporary hair loss due to medical conditions, and their openness to feedback through product reviews, sets them apart in the industry. 🧣💖
Shortly after, IWA (https://islamicwallartstore.com), a company known for its modern calligraphy metal art, informed me that they had developed a new product inspired by my concept of a "queen bee." This unique piece of metal artwork beautifully intertwines the elegance of calligraphy with the symbolic power of the queen bee, representing unity, compassion, and productivity. IWA's approach to continuously listening to customer feedback and adapting their offerings exemplifies how an ethical company should operate - constantly reinventing and growing along with their customers. 🐝✨
Later in the day, the owner of a local store in my neighborhood reached out with a personal gesture, offering me an exclusive discount on a product I love. By choosing to support his business, he ensures our community remains tightly knit and vibrant. 🏪💬
The day rounded off with a heartwarming surprise from my employer - a gift basket filled with unique treats from Utah, both sweet and sour, which was especially thoughtful as I was feeling a bit under the weather. This gesture of care and attention from my workplace was truly uplifting. 🎁🍬
Today's experiences underscored the beauty of generosity and how it enhances our sense of community and connection, even in unexpected ways. Whether it’s through reviewing products, inspiring new creations, or supporting local businesses, each act of kindness and recognition reinforces our bonds and enriches our lives.
As I reflect on today's gifts, I’m reminded of the importance of being present and responsive in our communities, both locally and online.
Here on Reddit, we exchange stories and wisdom - our own form of currency that enriches us all. It's wonderful to give back through advice and support, offering a silver lining to those facing challenges.
I am grateful for every gift that today brought and for the opportunity to share these moments with you. Let's continue to embrace and celebrate the generosity around us, nurturing a culture of gratitude and reciprocity that makes our community vibrant and alive.
Thank you for being a part of this journey, and let's keep the spirit of giving and gratitude thriving in every interaction.
BeeYou_BeTrue 🌍🤗🌟

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2024.05.01 00:34 notraceseventeen Why does their baby look like that?

Hello!! Recently, I adopted two Lynxpoints from a friend whose cat had kitties. However, despite neither of the parents being orange, one of the babies turned out to have flame point color patterns. There is almost no chance of another father in the picture, so I’m wondering if anyone could explain how it’s possible.
I’ve uploaded pics of the parents (first 3 pics) and the babies. The cat with the darker face (first pic) is the mother. Can anyone explain?

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2024.05.01 00:32 Zealousideal-Crab505 Thank you for sharing your gray babies ❤️

Reddit will not let me respond to or comment on my own post at the moment, i think it's an issue with my device, but I love all the kitties very dearly, thank you all for sharing, and i promise i see them all!!!❤️
here's a little bit about my kitty. She's about three years old, my mom found her in the dumpster behind her work, declawed and pregnant at only 8 months old, and thrown away like garbage. my mom initially was going to adopt her out once she had her kittens (with her foster home), but she fell in love with her and decided to keep her once she was done nursing her babies. all the kittens are happy and healthy! my kitty, hilariously named Shithead (pronounced "Shi-theed", after the batdad video on youtube), is a VERY tiny cat, dare i say a little... round... but is only about 8lbs. she has become the household princess, and has basically chosen and held me hostage as her human dad. i love her to the ends of the earth and would do anything for her. i love her, even when she keeps me up until 4am by screaming at me, demanding attention. i love her even though she attempts to suffocate me every night by laying on my neck or on my face. i love her even though she doesnt let me sleep until 4am and wakes me up at 8am. i love her even though she demands i pick her up and cuddle her like a baby if i leave her for 10 minutes.
again, thank you guys so much for sharing the gray cat army❤️

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2024.05.01 00:07 Daylight_Devil [H] LOTS OF OLD GAMES ADDED, Talos Principle, WWE 2K23, Midnight Suns, The Quarry DE, Tiny Tina, Chivalry 2, Visage [W] Another Fishermans Tale, Endling, Homestead Arcana, Dread X 5, PAYPAL, Offers & Lists to look through :)

I try to trade for games of equal steam value, but I'm open to negotiate. PayPal wise, just make an offer. I'm UK, so you can do F&F for EU, but otherwise you'll cover fees if reasonably low (just use a PayPal fee calculator). Not looking to buy myself
SGS Flair, IGS Rep & GameTrade Rep (I'm new on there)
Ignore asterisks (\) as they are just a reminder for me*

[Wants]

v v v v I DONT HAVE THESE GAMES v v v v
Recent Bundles:
No More Heroes, Rain on your Parade, Strayed Lights, Endling

Stanley Parable, Entropy Centre, Resident Evil Village, Sucker For Love
Tormented Souls, Dread X Collection 5, Home Sweet Home Pt 2, Horror of Salazar House

^ ^ ^ ^ I DONT HAVE THESE GAMES ^ ^ ^ ^
[Have]
Heroes of the Monkey Tavern
The Long Reach
The Wild Eight
Spiritual Warfare & Wisdom Tree Collection
Tunche
Humble Heroines:
Metal Hellsinger
A Plague Tale Innocence
Chorus
Wanted Dead
Games Done Quick:
Hylics 2
Maid of Sker
IGN Fan Fest:
Loop Hero
Islets
Black Book
Mind-Bending Masterpieces:
The Talos Principle Gold Edition
The Witness
Superliminal
Unparalleled Puzzlers:
Baba Is You
Creaks
The Last Campfire
Positively Playful:
Super Bunny Man
One Hand Clapping
Pogostuck Rage With Your Friends
Will You Snail
Bandai Nameco:
Tekken 7
Katamari Damacy Reroll
Tales of Vesperia Definitive Edition
Awesome Indies:
Void Bastards
UNSIGHTED
Ring of Pain
Ikenfell
Flynn Son of Crimson
Fae Tactics
Archvale
Untold Tales:
BangOn Balls Chronicles
Golf Club Nostalgia
ATONE Heart of the Elder Tree
What Lies in the Multiverse
Samudra
Aspire Inas Tale
Mythic Ocean
Masterful Modern 3D:
Kao the Kangaroo
Demon Turf
Whimsy & Wonder:
Witchy Life Story
Cat Cafe Manager
Capcom Heroic:
MONSTER HUNTER RISE
Phoenix Wright Attorney Trilogy
Mega Man 11
Dragons Dogma Dark Arisen
Lost Planet 3 Complete
STRIDER
Bionic Commando Rearmed
Must-Play Metroidvania:
Rain World
Blasphemous
Bloodstained Ritual of the Night
Lost Ruins
Lone Fungus
Haiku The Robot
Pixel Pride:
Boyfriend Dungeon
Celeste
Super Lesbian Animal RPG
Get in The Car Loser
Easy Going Games:
Aground
Calico
Newt One
We Should Talk (key not in stock yet)
Evans Remains
Teacup
StarCrossed
Princess Farmer
Wytchwood
APICO
RE:CALL (key not in stock yet/epic option)
Scary Games to Play In The Dark:
Visage
Mortuary Assisstant
Celebrating Black Creators/Characters:
Swimsanity
Shaq Fu A Legend Reborn
Mafia III Definitive Edition
Sim-ple Life:
Townscaper
Staxel
Steamy Sakura:
Sakura Succubus
Sakura MMO
Sakura MMO 3
Sakura Dungeon
Sakura Swim Club
Fightin Farms:
Lens Island
Serin Fates
ReLegend
Stranded Island
Spirit of the Island
Survival Instinct:
State of Decay 2 Juggernaut Edition
SCUM
The Long Dark Survival Edition (Survival Mode Only, no story)
Starsand
SurrounDead
Starlight Children Foundation:
LEGO STAR WARS The Force Awakens
LEGO Star Wars The Complete Saga
LEGO Star Wars III The Clone Wars
Star Wars The Force Unleashed Ultimate Sith Edition
Day Of The Tentacle Remastered
Stand With Ukraine:
Back 4 Blood
The Amazing American Circus
Crying Suns
Lust For Darkness
We Are Alright

Super Summer Bundle:
Sunblaze
Ludus
Lair Of The Clockwork God
JANITOR BLEEDS
Dust To The End
Discovery Bundle 2:
The Chronicles of Nyanya
Sea Horizon
Landlords Super
BYO Indie-Pendence Bundle:
What Lies In The Multiverse
Redout Enhanced Edition
Nickelodeon Kart Racers 2
Funtasia
Assorted Fanatical Bits:
Dark Devotion
Shantae Riskys Revenge Directors Cut
The Hong Kong Massacre
Grapple Hoops
Velocity Noodle
RoboPhobik
Good Night Knight
Fates of Ort
Depths of Sanity
MARSUPILAMI HOOBADVENTURE
Eternal Edge
Dread X Collection 2
Dread X Collection 3
Orbital Bullet The 360 Roguelite
Elderand
Double Kick Heroes
Startup Panic
Osteoblasts
Beholgar
Twilight Town A Cyberpunk Day In Life
Discolored
Beautiful Desolation
Safe In Our World:
Kingdom Two Crowns
Field of Glory II
Chivalry Medieval Warfare (slight maybe)
Rise of the Slime
Steel Rats
Platinum Jan 2023:
The Elder Scrolls III Morrowind Game of the Year Edition
Death Road to Canada
Escape from Naraka
Creaks
Anime Bounty Bundle:
Graze Counter
Build Your Own Anime Bundle 4:
How To Fool A Liar King
How To Take Off Your Mask
East Tower - Akio (Vol 1)
East Tower - Takashi (Vol 2)
East Tower - Kuon (Vol 3)
East Tower - Kurenai (Vol 4)

Upload VR Showcase:
The BreakIn
Angry Birds VR: Isle of Pigs
AMID EVIL VR
Guardians Frontline
Get Your Head in the Game VR:
Rick and Morty Virtual Rickality
After The Fall Deluxe Edition
Grimlord
STRIDE
Upload VR Showcase:
Warhammer Age of Sigmar Tempestfall
The Walking Dead Saints & Sinners
Pistol Whip
Dragon Fist VR Kung Fu
Green Hell VR
In Your Face VR:
Zenith The Last City
Battlegroup VR
RUMBLE
Superfly
Eternal VR:
Karnage Chronicles
Time Lock VR 1
Operation Armstrong (slight maybe)
Trickster VR (slight maybe)
Vengeful Rite
VR Voyagers Bundle:
Until You Fall
Sairento VR
The Wizards - Dark Times
CookOut
Acron Attack of the Squirrels
VR Discovery Bundle:
Synth Riders
Blaston

Choice Leftovers:
April: Region Locks
Victoria 3
HUMANKIND Definitive Edition
Terraformers Region Lock
Symphony of War The Nephilim Saga
Coromon
March: Region Locks
Warhammer Age of Sigmar: Realms of Ruin Ultimate Edition
Nioh 2 The Complete Edition
Saints Row Region Lock
Citizen Sleeper
Black Skylands
Destroyer The UBoat Hunter
February: Region Locks
Life is Strange True Colors Region Lock
Destroy All Humans 2 Reprobed
There is No Light
Oaken
Snowtopia
January: Region Locks
Midnight Suns Region Lock + Doctor Strange Defender Skin
Two Point Campus
Aragami 2
OTXO
Roguebook
Hell Pie
Twin Mirror
December: Region Locks
Expedition: Rome
Midnight Fight Express
ELEX 2
Nobody Saves the World
The Pale Beyond
From Space
November: Region Locks
WWE 2K23 Region Lock
Friends VS Friends Region Lock
Prodeus
The Legend of Tianding
Souldiers
October: Region Locks
The Quarry Deluxe Edition Region Lock
Metal Hellsinger
Rebel Inc Escalation
Spirit of the Island
Lords and Villeins
A Jugglers Tale
Mr Prepper
September: Region Locks
Tiny Tinas Wonderlands Chaotic Great Edition Region Lock
Deceive Inc Region Lock
Aces & Adventures
Patch Quest
Foretales
Who Pressed Mute on Uncle Marcus
Autonauts vs Pirates
August: Region Locks
Disco Elysium Final Cut
Chivalry 2 Region Lock
Arcade Paradise
Hot Brass
July: Region Locks
The Outer Worlds Spacers Choice Edition Region Lock
Yakuza 4 Remastered
Roadwarden
Kraken Academy
Merchant of the Skies
Ozymandias Region Lock
June: Region Locks
Ghostwire Tokyo
Honey I Joined A Cult
Eternal Threads
GRIME
Turbo Golf Racing
Meeple Station
May: Region Locks None Apply
Bendy and the Dark Revival
Operation Tango
Windjammers 2
Builder Simulator
Behind The Frame
The Invisible Hand
April: Region Locks None apply
Alien Fireteam Elite
Rollerdrome Region Lock
Life is Strange 2 Complete Season
The Life and Suffering of Sir Brante
Revita
Founders Fortune
March: Region Locks (EU so only one affected really is Hero Hour)
Biomutant
Jurassic World Evolution 2
Edge Of Eternity
Rogue Lords
Demon Turf
Golden Light
January Region Locks
Tribes of Midgard
Encased REGION LOCK
Conan Chop Chop
December Region Lock
First Class Trouble
Blade Assault
November Region Locks
Kingdoms of Amalur Re-Reckoning Fate Edition REGION LOCK
UnMetal
Morbid: The Seven Acolytes
September Region Locks
Descenders

Random Humble Leftovers:
DOOM VFR
Propagation VR - Coop
X Rebirth
Random Fanatical Leftovers:
Dance Collider
Tunche (maybe)
The Wild Eight
Scarlet Tower
VirtuaVerse
Main Assembly
Darkwood
Survive The Nights
Smoke and Sacrifice*
Blazing Chrome*
Wounded The Beginning*
Doorways: Prelude **
DESOLATE**
Headbangers in Holiday Hell (maybe)
Free with trade:
The Walking Dead
Wishlist

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Stanley Parable, Entropy Centre, Resident Evil Village, Sucker For Love
Tormented Souls, Dread X Collection 5, Home Sweet Home Pt 2, Horror of Salazar House

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Stanley Parable, Entropy Centre, Resident Evil Village, Sucker For Love
Tormented Souls, Dread X Collection 5, Home Sweet Home Pt 2, Horror of Salazar House

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2024.05.01 00:04 Ultima_8 Bloodborne - Prologue 2

Ludwig slammed his talon down on the table.
“You’re telling me that even after THREE YEARS of the outbreak, you’re still distributing blood to the Hivewing populace? Have you lost your mind?!?” Ludwig shouted, and he eyed a few of the Pyrrhian queens shaking their heads in disapproval.
“Why yes, I have. Dragons would do anything for magic. How else do you think we fund your little workshop? Of course, we tax our citizens, but that isn’t enough.” The Silkwing monarch, Queen Chiffon, admired her claws, almost seeming distracted, and Ludwig pointed to the map of Pantala on the wall.
“Bloodworm, Cicada, and Hornet have already fallen. You are causing this problem!” He stabbed a hole around the three hives.
“Your hunters kill more beasts than I help create. This is just a numbers game: if more beasts are killed than created, then they will go extinct eventually.” She explained condescendingly. The Skywing Queen, Squall, interjected into the argument.
“You’re going to treat dragon lives as just a little ‘numbers game’? We still aren’t sure if the disease only affects Hivewings. We’ve only seen it affect them, but what if it mutates? You’re playing an incredibly risky game.”
“It’s not risky. The Royal Hunters need funds, I supply them. I supply much more out of my pocket than any of the rest of you do. Why don’t you all put more money down, and I wouldn’t have to distribute blood? It’s as easy as that.”
Ludwig sat defeated in his chair, and he felt his partner Memoria touch his left talon. He felt a little better.
But still. Innocent dragons were dying. Worse than dying. Transforming into these malformed beasts.
Then the Seawing Queen, perhaps the oldest and wisest at the table, spoke.
“Chiffon, I’m sure you know none of us have the budget for that. Ludwig, we should plan a more aggressive approach to this problem. The faster we end it then the fewer dragons die.” She said and eyed the one empty chair at the table.
The Hivewings still haven’t been able to choose a dragon to be their queen. Since Queen Garuda succumbed to beast hood a year ago there had been turmoil amongst the populace. Chiffon assumed temporary power, which, for the second time in a century, left Pantala with only two queens governing.
“Auklet, that may be true, but what would our next move be?” Squall asked.
The Seawing Queen squinted her eyes and studied the map closely.
“Ludwig.” She turned to him. “We start at Bloodworm Hive. In the next week, could you organize both branches of the Hunters? This is a plan I have.” She pointed to the southeast side of the hive. “Send in the Shadowhunters here, in groups of no more than five.”
Ludwig nodded. His Shadowhunters, specialized in stealth killings, could easily infiltrate the beast-ridden hive.
“And on the north side, you deploy all of the Hunters of the Sun. They will distract the beasts, and the Shadowhunters can attack from the back.” She drew lines of attack with her claws, and Ludwig nodded. That seemed like a sound idea. The Hunters of the Sun are a big enough force to maybe even overtake the whole hive by themselves, the Shadowhunters would be excellent support.
“And finally, take a chosen group of hunters with you, and help the Shadowhunters. The day before, rally your hunters. Morale is everything. And I am certain your moonlight blade is inspiring enough.” She glanced at the silver longsword slung across his back.
He spotted Chiffon with a slight frown on her face, and Ludwig adjusted his hunter cap.
He debated this plan a moment longer, attempting to find any weaknesses in it, before nodding.
“I will visit the Jewel workshop tonight. I’ll send messengers to the other hives. The Royal Hunters will be ready in five days' time.” He said, and Queen Auklet nodded.
“May the good blood guide your way.” She blessed him. The other queens, except for Chiffon, nodded in agreement.
Ludwig got up from the round table and swiftly left the room. He heard Memoria after him.
The two made their way to the Jewel Workshop, his black Nightwing scales beside Memoria’s Hivewing-Icewing.
“You think that’s a good plan, right?” Ludwig broke the silence.
“It seems… good enough. Who do you plan on taking with you for your team?” She asked.
“Don’t worry, you’re in it. I was thinking we would bring your sister and Aegis. It’s been a while since we last talked, and I could use someone as skilled as him in a team. He’s an Old Hunter, after all.”
“That’s only four of us. We need one more.” Memoria pointed out.
“And that’s who I’m thinking about. Maybe I’ll ask Aegis if he knows anyone.” Ludwig noted.
He went through the knowledge he had gained from that meeting.
Five hundred confirmed transformations last week. Five hundred deaths.
Eleven hunters fell in battle last week. Eleven deaths.
Twenty hunters lost themselves last week. Twenty deaths.
And over three hundred civilian deaths.
At least eight hundred and thirty-one deaths, in one week.
Ludwig felt sick to his stomach. The numbers kept getting higher, week after week.
The scourge had taken too much from him.
It had to end soon.
…
Ludwig hung his greatsword on the wall. They had just gotten back from Jewel Workshop, and Ludwig had sent messengers to the other workshops to explain the plan.
He heard a sigh from a chair behind him, and he turned to his partner.
“He’ll be here soon.”
Memoria scowled. “He’s always late. We should start coming later.”
The two were in a dark room. A low ceiling was supported by several pillars in the middle of the room, and there were several strange machines scattered around the room. On the other side of the room, opposite the door, were words scribbled across the wall.
“Fear the old blood.”
Laurence, the former leader of the Blood Ministry, lived here. He was an… interesting fellow. A little smaller than average, he was a pureblood Hivewing, and certainly one of the smartest dragons Ludwig had ever met.
But after the outbreak of the scourge, Laurence was held responsible for the deaths. He was taken in for questioning (by Ludwig himself) and the Queens decided to give him two choices: either help develop a cure or life imprisonment.
He had a few leads on the “cure” over the years, but always ended up empty-handed. Ludwig knew he was trying his best.
Laurence wasn’t a bad guy, after all. Back before the scourge, he had thought he was genuinely helping dragons. After all, who wouldn’t want magic? Sure, it wasn’t true animus magic, but some magic is better than none.
Ludwig broke the silence. “I still can’t believe Chiffon has been distributing blood. I want to kill her, I do. I just don't know how she can look at all of this carnage, and think ‘Welp! The Hunters need more money, I’ll make their job harder so that they can get it!’. Maybe I should send a Shadowhunter or two to take care of her.” Ludwig sat next to Memoria, and she twined her tail around his.
“That’s a bit extreme, don’t you think? Next meeting, after the attack, I’ll try to talk some sense into her.” Memoria promised him.
Ludwig turned his eyes to the silver sword on the wall.
The Holy Moonlight Sword.
A symbol of the Hunters. Ludwig’s pride and joy.
The sword… it was alive. It was loyal to Ludwig, and very rarely, Ludwig would imbue it with the power of moonlight during a hunt.
Ludwig heard the door open. A Hivewing rushed into the room and slammed the door shut behind him.
“Ack! My apologies for being late. I have been studying the blood carefully, you see. I’ve learned something new about it!” Laurence exclaimed.
“I would throw you in prison if you weren’t learning new things about it. What did you learn?” Ludwig joked with his old friend.
“Well… you see…” he rushed over to one of his machines, one with a tube of blood connected to some metal box, and paused. He pressed a few of the buttons seeming scattered randomly about it, and the blood was siphoned into the box. “I discovered that the blood changes your neurochemistry when injected into you.” He said, with a deep breath, as if expecting either Ludwig or Memoria to start clapping.
“Simple terms, please. We’re not scientists like you.”
“Ah, forgive me… it changes your brain. It changes how it works. See, I was testing its effects on lizards, our closest living relatives, and I found that the brain looks different between an injected lizard and a natural lizard.” Laurence explained.
“How did you figure that out?” Memoria asked.
“I dissected their brains.” He replied smugly. Memoria gagged.
“So what does this mean, regarding a cure?” Ludwig changed the subject.
“Ah, well, it isn’t that good. See, I don’t know a way to reverse the change. This should mean that there isn’t a cure available, but I will keep searching. Another interesting thing, is I haven’t been able to stimulate beasthood in the lizards yet. They aren’t capable of doing magic. So, that implies that the whole beast thing is exclusive to Hivewings. Like… myself.” He trailed off, looking down at his claws. “But besides that, this is a pretty big deal! I can properly test for a cure now.” Laurence said happily. Memoria looked a little disturbed. Ludwig clasped her right talon, and he saw a bit of color come back to her face.
Ludwig didn’t know how much magic she had left. She had already used a decent amount of magic but stopped as soon as it was discovered that magic caused beasthood. She, along with her sister, had been magic-free for the three years the hunt had been on.
Ludwig also had taken a bit of the old blood, but he couldn’t do any magic. He assumed this meant he was safe.
“Is that all you have for this week?” Ludwig asked. Laurence nodded. “Well then. I’ll see you next week. May the good blood guide your way.”
“May the good blood guide your way.”
Ludwig stood up and grabbed his sword, before Memoria followed him out of the room, leaving Laurence to his own devices.
The pair walked through the treestuff halls, and as soon as they were out of earshot Memoria sighed.
“He’ll never find a cure. It doesn’t exist. If only Willem hadn’t left, then we would have a competent scientist.” Memoria complained.
“Willem was mad. He was obsessing over ‘eyes on the inside’ before he turned. He didn’t even leave a note or anything. He probably just flew out into the savanna like a madman and got killed.” Ludwig replied.
“I’d prefer eyes on the inside over these beasts. At least his studies weren’t killing dragons. He was only focused on ascension, whatever that meant” Memoria stopped walking, and flicked her tail.
“What?” Ludwig turned to her.
“We should go to his study. It’s been long abandoned, I know, but maybe there’s something there. We can go before the attack, right? Five days is enough.”
Ludwig thought to himself. It’d take a day of flying to get to Byrgenwerth. Probably another day just spent exploring there. Then another day of flying to get to Bloodworm Hive.
They had time.
“We could. I don’t know its current state, though. And what else lies there...” Ludwig trailed off. “It’s worth a shot.”
Willem had been a strange dragon, even stranger than Laurence. He used to be Laurence’s teacher, until the discovery of old blood and the dissolving of the institution. Willem had continued his studies without Laurence, instead with what was left of his scholars. But soon Byrgenwerth was abandoned; Ludwig didn’t know why.
Perhaps he lacked ‘insight’, as Willem called it. Knowledge of the Truth.
Maybe the Truth would lead them to a cure for the beast plague before it took his lover.
May the good blood guide your way,
Ultima_8

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2024.04.30 23:59 luminouschela Shogun MBTI (2024 TV show — SPOILERS!)

**SPOILER WARNING AGAIN** I mention little moments that occurred at various points throughout the season.
Not sure if any MBTI enthusiasts also liked the recent Shogun TV show, so I’m not sure if this post will generate much activity, but here are my thoughts.
I loved the series and wanted to explore some of the characters’ types. Of note, I haven’t read the books, so these assessments are based only on the TV show.
I'm sure there are grammatical and spelling errors, please ignore them!

YOSHII TORANAGA - INTJ
Introverted intuition: Envisioning an outcome far off in the distance and feeling very dedicated to that vision. Not multiple options of what could be/what he’s hoping for but one thing—Shogun. His vision of himself in power, as Shogun, and of a peaceful Japan. His far-reaching plan to become Shogun (seems it may have been started all the way back when Akechi Jinsai killed the Taiko? Unclear to me if Toranaga pushed him to do it or not). Able to get a sense of the nature of others (this is how he can then apply Te so effectively to use the people around him to serve his Ni goal). His observant nature, his studying of the wind. They did an excellent job of having so many shots where Toranaga is just watching everything and everyone around him (understanding how he could use Yabushige and his playing of both sides; him saying to Mariko and John there’s a shadow over them, and him questioning Markio about what’s between them). His ability to understand Hiromatsu’s plan—without them needing to talk about it, he can understand how Hiromatsu’s death would benefit his plan to seem defeated. The way the different types of hawks symbolize John, Yabushige, and Mariko to him. Of course, he’s human and can’t anticipate everything—he understood his son but underestimated how reckless Nagakado was; I think he may have been surprised by his brother’s betrayal—but I think they did a good job of showing this as a strength of his.
Extroverted thinking: Makes concrete plans to bring his Ni vision to life in the real world. Uses the world around him, including the people associated with him, as tools to achieve his goals (and highly values the tools/people he feels are most useful). Able to really understand, create, work within, and manipulate systems and hierarchies (for example, he utilized the weaknesses of the Council of Regents’ structure to manipulate them). He is annoyed with distractions, poor strategy, and small talk (he got increasingly frustrated by his son’s lack of insight, Buntaro fixated on Mariko and John, John fixated on his ship). Wants the most efficient strategy to win (minimize loss, cost, etc.). Feels confident leading, giving orders, etc.
Introverted feeling: Hides his true intentions and feelings from most people and does so effectively. Because he’s so secretive and hard to read, few know the depths of his feelings and beliefs. He certainly has his cold and calculating side (which becomes even more apparent in the last episode). I think he also truly loved Mariko and Hiromatsu, and that all of the tears he shed for them were genuine. By the end of the last episode, his fondness for John also seemed genuine. He doesn’t show much affection toward his wife (wives? Wife and consort?), but he is respectful to them and seems to try and keep them safe (maybe a personal value of his not to be harsh to them or something). He appreciates poetry and uses it to express his feelings in a more understated way. Also, NiFi work together to help him understand people—Ni gives him data about what someone might do, Fi helps him understand why.
Extraverted sensing: The endpoint is fixed, but the path to his goal is adaptable when required (he didn’t plan for Nagakado to kill those people or for the earthquake, but when those things happened, Toranaga accepted reality and adjusted his plans). Not only does he study the wind, he adapts to the way it changes. He likes to watch the falcons and appreciates their different hunting styles, especially the elegance of his primary falcon. He grew to be good with a sword (of course I’m sure any child would have a hard time being a second…). He is able to pick up diving pretty quickly.

TODA MARIKO - ISTJ
Introverted sensing: Respects her culture’s customs—loyal to her leader, listens to her abusive husband and doesn’t speak ill of him in public (despite hating him), thinks it’s important for everyone to have their purpose, focused on the samurai having their swords, understands the power structures and customs well. As Ochiba says, she understands what she’s to do, where she’s to go, and what role she should play without being told. Cannot let the memories of the past go or the heavy weight of her family name, those things haunt her, her whole life and take up a significant part of her days (and it was Toranaga that interpreted her father’s actions—sending her away to save her (and also to follow Toranag?)—Mariko didn’t come to that conclusion on her own). Generally comfortable with the routine/sticking to the plan (she wants to die but otherwise she isn’t longing to break away from what the group is doing).
Extroverted thinking: A good strategist in her own right (negotiating the price with Gin, the way she handled the translations (didn’t always say exactly what was said), her understanding of how to play her role once she gets to Osaka and part of that is by manipulating the power structure). She understands how to use her words effectively to accomplish a goal rather than just express herself (comforting Toranaga, giving Ochiba a clue Ishido wouldn’t understand). Even in small ways she is good at making sure what needs to get done, gets done: helps Fuji give up her son; negotiates with Fuji to stay with John for 6 months (because Toranaga wants Fuji to do that, so Mariko comes up with a plan to accomplish the task), and gets John set up in his home in Ajiro (the vibe of ok everyone, here he is, he needs swords, he needs a bath, etc. making sure those practicalities are handled).
Introverted feeling: Like Toranaga she hides her emotions well when she wants to—the queen of maintaining a blank face and giving off a cold vibe. Buntaro, for example, is surprised at the end that she never cared for him (when she reveals that in the tea room). She feels close to John after he steps up to second her because he’s finally honoring what she’s doing, how she feels, and what she believes instead of trying to force something else on her. The cross was so meaningful to her because of its emotional significance, and it never left her body until the scene where she thought she’d have to kill herself (this has SiFi tones as well because it’s particularly related to intense past experiences). I think she, like Toranaga, appreciates that poetry can allow for emotional expression in a more subtle way. Si and Fi can interact by Fi imbuing reflections of the past with strong emotional tones (so she doesn’t just remember her father’s betrayal, it also deeply pierces her emotionally whenever she thinks of it). She also has an emotional attachment to the customs—when Toranaga is without his swords after the earthquake, she is very distressed about it. Similar to Toranaga, her Si and Fi work together to help her understand people—Si gives her data about what someone might do (based on how they’ve acted in the past, ), Fi helps her understand why they do what they do—this is why she was better at understanding Ochiba no Kata, Mariko grew to know her and understand her motivations steadily over time.
Extraverted intuition: I think this is part of what makes her good at poetry—being able to make quick connections between words and concepts, even ones that seem disparate. I think this also helps her be so adept at her translator role (understanding the essence of what’s being said by the speaker and thinking of ways to express the same sentiment/general idea while using words that are not offensive to the receiver).

USAMI FUJI - ISFJ
Introverted sensing: Similar to Si explanation for Mariko—for example, she was so unhappy about having to be John’s consort, but once she’s committed herself to the role she does it to the fullest (when she takes John’s gun and promises to care for it while also pointing it at Omi, making sure there’s dinner and that the house is clean, making sure the gardener was killed for disobeying John and touching that bird). At the end her calling isn’t to find freedom, build a new social structure (like Gin), or try to find power—she is comfortable with and comforted by the idea of becoming a nun (something long established, something she can more confidently predict and envision).
Extraverted feeling: Once she settles into her role, she is good at meeting the needs of others and trying to maintain a stable emotional atmosphere (make sure we throw the soup out far away so the smell won’t bother everyone; make sure we have the right dishes, if we don’t let me offer a quick but warm apology to smooth over any insults). Comparing Mariko and Fuji, if John says something that Mariko finds offends her own beliefs or the cultural structures in place enough, she says something to him (pushes back/argues; “your words gave the bird meaning”, clearly insinuating the situation he’s upset about is his own fault and expresses disapproval; vs Fuji trying to follow his logic and ultimately apologizing and offering to kill herself to stop his anger when they can’t seem to understand each other). Maybe Fuji would push back/argue on occasion, but when we see her interactions with John she just meets the needs he’s expressed or protects him in her own way (when John and Buntaro are drunk at dinner, she tries to apologize (on John’s behalf) for his bad behavior; when John asks her to arrange a meeting with Toranaga and help him with his message, she does so no questions asked). More outwardly emotionally expressive (really big reaction when her son and husband were to die (understandable of course) and when she’s told she has to be John’s consort vs Mariko's more internal distress at being sent away to marry Buntaro or preparing to kill herself or face her death when the door blew open). Mariko does have a significant external emotional expression after Buntaro physically abuses her after that tense dinner, but Fuji’s response is to match her intensity and try to calm things down to make sure the emotions in the house are what they should be (Fuji says something like “if you disturb this home, you dishonor the Anjin.”). At first, Fuji wants to die with her son and husband but by the end has let go of the idea, come to peace with what happened, and will instead become a nun and be in an environment with a clear way to behave and a relatively set and predictable emotional landscape (vs Mariko’s more long-lasting desire to die after her father died). Giving John her family swords as a clear sign of her commitment to her role and appreciating him giving her something and acknowledging what she’s doing.
Introverted thinking: Less focused on the external implementation of plans, systems, etc.; less focused on strategizing; less focused on having clear goals and thinking about how to make them a reality. Instead, focuses on what makes sense to her—well, you said if the bird was touched, whoever touched it would have to die, but it was disturbing the peace in the neighborhood so it had to be removed…so the gardener removed it, and we killed him. We did exactly as you instructed, so why are you getting upset? John is horrified, but, to Fuji, it’s confusing to her why the gardener’s death doesn’t make sense to John. When John recommends she spread her loved ones’ ashes in the ocean, she sees this as reasonable (there’s no way the ashes can go to the family grave, how will I take it to the church, and John says this is honoring them and helping their spirit move on—it’s a reasonable idea).
Extraverted intuition: We don’t get to see as much of this with her? If anyone noticed anything please do share!

ANJIN-SAN / JOHN BLACKTHORNE - ESFP
Extraverted sensing: Skilled pilot and finds the action associated with being on the ship exciting. Understands how the boat moves (when he’s directing the men how to row and how to prevent it from flipping, when he gets Toranaga’s ship out of the harbor, surprising even Toranaga). He also has skill with his guns and the cannons. A good in-the-moment and responsive thinker—his outburst in an early scene protects the guards from opening all of the boxes so Toranaga’s plan won’t be ruined, quick to action whenever there’s an attack and smart about how to take out opponents (like during the shinobi attack with his hand through the wall move and trying to block the door). Good awareness of his physical surroundings (gets the sense he'll be ambushed in the woods for ex). Heartily enjoys food and drink and wants external glory (or at least he thought he did—to be the first to sail to Japan and back to England, to gain respect in his home country, to have lots of money and die in a big home with his “trophies” if you will). A key part of his relationship with Mariko goes beyond words and is about when their fingers brush or of course when they sleep together. He has family back home (maybe kids? I can’t remember), and he may have feelings for them, but Mariko is right here in front of him, and it makes his feelings for her more intense that she’s with him in the present.
Introverted feeling: His whole character arc is seeing the value in honoring others, being aware of and a part of a community, and looking beyond your personal goals and desires. I think he will hold Mariko in his heart forever and that her actions and beliefs will influence him. It’s important to him to speak out against religious hypocrisy.
Extraverted thinking: He’s actually a good and animated leader. His style is different than Toranaga’s, but his SeTe work together to make him effective (like in the ending scene when they’re trying to pull the boat out of the water). I think this is part of what Toranaga sees in John/part of John’s use as a tool for Toranaga. In the end scene, the positions they’re standing in seem meaningful—Toranaga is alone and on high monitoring everyone else, looking ahead to the future, while John is amongst the people, having experiences with them, giving orders but also giving them energy and expressing appreciation for their hard work. Both of their roles are important and now they kind of understand each other and their respective roles. John tries to plan a way to use the Japanese people and get out of Japan. Even though he’s ultimately unsuccessful, he was trying to get his ship and get out nearly until the end. He kept trying to come at Toranaga from different angles (I have no role here let me go; fine, give me a bigger role and let me have my ship, and I’ll sail for you; I’ll return and get my men, then we’ll get back to the ship, etc.). His plans are more I’ll take this action now, another good SeTe example is when he threatened to kill himself at the end if Toranaga didn’t stop killing the villagers. It was an in-the-moment decision (it seemed so anyway) but based on a structure/strategy he’d learned (to die in protest).
Introverted intuition: He comes to at least sense that Toranaga is looking beyond what everyone else is focusing on. Even if he doesn’t fully see the picture Toranaga does, he’s confident enough to tell that catholic guy, “if you think it’s over, you don’t know your opponent, and you aren’t seeing the full picture” (summarizing, not an actual quote). He comes to understand how elegant? Toranaga’s plan was (he comments that Toranaga doesn’t have to get his hands dirty or waste a bunch of soldiers; he just had to sacrifice one woman). He also has a clear vision of his future, and he clung to it until he truly had a change of heart (then that future vanished and he had to reimagine a life in Japan).

KASHIGI YABUSHIGE - ESTP
Extraverted sensing: In-the-moment problem solver, like John. Like when he first arrived in Ajiro early in the season, he was quickly planning with Omi how they could use the ship to their advantage (of course with Toranaga’s more long-range based thinking, he had spies in Ajiro and already knew about the ship). Good physical awareness as well (when he wasn’t able to save that guy on the cliff, he knew when it was time to give up and was ready to kill himself), seems he’s a skilled fighter (at least from the little scene we see where he’s criticizing John for being unable to use a sword). For his torture/punishment, he likes the externally perceptible suffering of the person (likes to hear the screaming in real-time; vs say Mariko who is content with just internally knowing how much Buntaro suffers because she won’t give him any emotional reactions). Even when he had to commit Seppuku, he’s quick and decisive about it, and does it in his style (vs the other very symbolic versions we saw earlier in the show).
Introverted thinking: Focused on an individualized plan for his survival. For him, SeTi led to his quick tactical changes (I’ll back this guy, never mind this one. Hm, things not looking so good anymore let me figure out how to get back in the other’s good graces, etc.). With TiFe, his plans often included an element of charming/getting friendly with other people (I’ll convince them I’m an asset, I’ll offer this thing to this person to try and please them). Always trying to figure out how he can make it through all of the craziness, how to play both sides, not caring so much about long-term plans, or making people follow him—he wants to live. He seemed like a genuinely curious person who wanted to understand things. He seemed to be developing some kind of internal system to rank different deaths, it was kind of like his own experiment (you could envision him keeping notes, writing the different deaths down, explaining the reasoning for the rankings). Frustrated when he doesn’t understand what’s going on/when things don’t make sense to him—why did Toranaga send you, Mariko? What’s his plan? Why would you start a winter poem when it’s spring? When is Crimson sky, and how will it work? He has a bit of a harder time than the Te users trying to effectively use his chess pieces (by the time he tries to give John to Ishido, John is pretty much irrelevant to Ishido).
Extraverted feeling: Based on some comments and review podcasts and videos I saw—a lot of people really like Yabushige; he was a popular character. People didn’t necessarily respect him, but they found him charming and funny. I think his Fe was part of that charm (when talking with either Ishido or Toranaga, he had a very laidback “we’re all on the same side; calm down, calm down, you can trust me”, kind of that smooth-talker energy; his interactions with Omi were much less formal and distant than Toranaga’s interactions with his son. Yabushige made sure Omi was respectful, but there was more warmth between them). He was even pretty close with his main servant guy whereas none of Toranaga’s more lowly servants are seen having frequent semi-casual (while still respectful) interactions. Toranaga had to kill him in the end but smiled at him too—even though Yabushige couldn’t be trusted and had betrayed Toranaga in many ways, there was still some measure of fondness Toranaga had for Yabushige. He didn’t think about or understand the emotional impact of things until they happened, and then his emotions caught him off guard. He was so shocked about Mariko’s death, his role in causing her death, and his feelings about it that he has a mental breakdown at the end (seeing the fish, frantic on the ship back to Ajiro stopping his clothes off and talking about trying to escape to England). He wanted good social standing (liked it when the soldiers were cheering his name and got annoyed when they started cheering Toranaga’s name instead; wants to be close to and feel privy to the plans of the most powerful figures). His sexual preference was also interesting--he was more of an observer, watching his servant and Kiku’s enjoyment and feeding off of that was arousing for him. Kiku can quickly assess that that’s what might please him, but Yabushige himself almost seems surprised that he’s into it (less aware of his inner emotional self than an Fi user). Finally, he’s rarely alone. I know they all have servants and stuff but Toranaga or even John would have moments where they were just sitting/standing alone and reflecting. Yabushige usually had Omi or his servant or someone else close to him and would interact with them.
Introverted intuition: He sees through Toranaga in the end and comes to understand the true nature of a life like his vs a life like Toranaga’s. He sees that Toranaga is power-hungry and just as vicious and focused on his own powesuccess/survival as much as anyone else—it’s just that Toranaga hides his intentions better. Yabushige also realizes he was one of Tornado’s chess pieces all along, that the leaders/the “great men” use the lives of those beneath them as tools to serve whatever greater purpose they want.

Didn't do the full, function-by-function thing for these, but here are a few more I thought about:
Toda Hirokatsu “Buntaro” — ISTP
Yoshii Nagakado — ESFP
Ochiba no Kata - INFJ
Gin — ENFJ

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2024.04.30 23:59 ralo_ramone An Otherworldly Scholar [LitRPG, Isekai] - Chapter 114

“We need a bigger bed,” I said.
Elincia nestled to my side. Her platinum hair cascaded over her pretty face, and her emerald eyes gleamed in the dim light of the cramped room like those of a cat. Like every morning, my heart skipped a beat, but I did my best to hide my astonishment. I knew Elincia would cling to it and tease me for the rest of the day.
A thin sunbeam crept between the curtains. Hundreds of pages of runic research covered the desk. Alchemic ingredients floated inside glass flasks, piling in the room's corners. Dirty clothes piled in a corner. Elincia was a cleaning maniac, and the mess was a living sign of how tight our schedules were.
“We need a bigger bed,” I repeated.
Elincia chuckled. “I’m too clingy?”
I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her closer. “I mean it. I can barely move with you taking up all of the space.”
She nudged me with her elbow beneath the blankets. “Oh, admit it, you love to have me so close.”
I kissed her forehead. “I love the touch of your cold feet and how your hair gets in my mouth, don’t get me wrong, but I need space for my arm.”
Despite the healing skills and Elincia’s curative salves, the burns on my arm stabbed like a thousand glass shards. The Healers from the Guard said it would heal, but it would take a while. That’s what I got for overusing Energy Potions. A stack of Mana Toxicity was too dangerous, and the benefits of chugging Energy Potions were too few compared to a High-Grade Healing Potion at the right moment.
“We’ll have Ginz look into crafting a bigger bed,” Elincia giggled as she kissed my cheek. “I’m still going to cling.”
“I can live with that,” I replied, stretching my back.
I wouldn’t change my life for anything else. Despite the previous night's fight, I felt energized. I suspected the System blessed me with a hidden Status every time I woke up to Elincia by my side, but nothing in my Character Sheet suggested that.
“So, you are level forty now,” I said. I eventually had to get up, but for now, I wanted to remain in bed, hugging Elincia and pretending this was a lazy Saturday back on Earth.
“It’s not that big of a deal. Alchemist’s stat growths aren’t very impressive, but at least my mana reserves improved,” Elincia said, playing with my hair. “The problem is my titles. I have done very little research with all the work around the orphanage. By level forty, I should have at least one Unique Recipe under my name.”
“With all the extra hands, I think you’ll have enough time now,” I said.
“I’m afraid it will be the opposite,” Elincia whispered, searching for my lips.
Before we could kiss, someone frantically knocked on the door.
“Miss Elincia! There are weird people in the orphanage!” Shu yelled from the corridor.
The door slammed open, and Shu appeared in the doorway, wearing a cooking pot as a helmet. We had told the kids the night’s commotion was caused by a small group of grave robbers. They believed the story and continued sleeping as if nothing had happened. It was good to know that, at least, they felt safe in the orphanage.
Shu ran inside as fast as her talons allowed her. When she had crossed half the room, she used her wings to rise into the air and dove into the bed, softly landing between us. There, she clung to Elincia with her arms and legs.
Elincia stroked her hair.
“There is a big green one and a scary wolf one. She has fangs and claws, and I think she might want to eat someone,” Shu said with an alarmed expression.
Elincia laughed.
“Those are Risha and Astrid,” she explained, cradling Shu against her chest. Shu extended her wings, making herself comfortable. They were warm. “Risha and Astrid are my friends, like you with Nokti, Virdian, and Ash. They used to live in the orphanage way before you arrived.”
“They don’t have parents?” Shu asked, appalled.
Elincia nodded.
“Well then, I guess they can stay at the orphanage. I better go tell them they are welcome before they decide to leave,” Shu said, climbing down the bed and walking to the door.
“That’s a great idea,” Elincia said.
Shu closed the door behind her a moment later, and Elicia and I were alone again.
“You don’t seem very thrilled about Risha and Astrid staying here,” I said.
“Give me a break,” Elincia replied, hiding her face in the curve of my neck.
We lay there in comfortable silence, the only sound being the distant chatter of the kids in the kitchen. Danger upon the orphanage, but for a moment, the little joy of lazing together was all that mattered. If anything, we deserved it.
The scenes of last night passed quickly before my eyes, yet I didn’t feel a sliver of remorse—I wasn’t even angry. When the thieves cornered me in the alley a few months ago, and Sir Janus killed them, I felt regret and anger. Regret because two people had died. Anger because they had forced me to resort to violence. Now, I felt none. On a rational level, I wished things were different, but on an emotional level, I felt completely detached from the situation. A part of me even felt proud because I was able to protect the orphanage.
I used a lock of Elincia’s hair to tickle her nose. She grunted and shook her head.
“How are you feeling,” I asked.
“I’m not ready to fully forgive Risha and Astrid, but I guess they can stay. It’s what Mister Lowell would’ve wanted. I just need time,” Elincia replied.
“I meant about last night,” I pointed out.
“Oh, that,” Elincia shrugged. “Zealots are known to be strong and unpredictable foes, and Defenders are a strong advanced class. Your combat power is comparable to a level 40, and the shotgun allows me to one-shot any mid-level regardless of their class, as long as I have the element of surprise. I’d say no criminal group in Farcrest can safely attack us now.”
Elincia had a completely different set of worries, but she was right. Most of the city's inhabitants were between level one and twenty-five. Veteran Guardsmen and Sentinels reached around level thirty-five, but that was the peak for most people. To keep progressing, one had to face the dangers of the Farlands. Those who surpassed level forty were the ones who fought against Monster Surges and survived to tell the story.
With our current combat power, only a few foes could touch us.
“How about you? How are you feeling?” Elincia interrupted my train of thought.
“I’m feeling annoying,” I replied, nibbling on Elincia’s ear in the most bothersome way.
I still cared about Elincia and the kids’ well-being. I cared about Risha, Astrid, Ginz, Nasiah, and Captain Kiln, and I even cared for the regular citizens of Farcrest, although in a more diffused and distant way. I wasn’t turning into a cold-blooded murderer any time soon, not even in exchange for all the levels.
“Don’t you have to prepare your team for the tournament?” Elincia said.
Alarms went off in my brain. We had four days until the tournament. It wasn’t long enough to take the girls to the Farlands to level up, and it was barely enough time to teach them anything else. I went over my mental list, trying to come up with a new plan and cursing my bad luck and whoever wanted to sabotage the orphanage.
I kicked the blankets and jumped to my feet. Elincia hissed, trying to remain covered. Winter was coming to an end, but the days were still cold and windy. I wondered if there would be any snow before spring. I put on my training clothes and winter boots using my mana as a third hand. A moment later, I was ready to roll.
“Don’t overdo it!” Elincia said as I left the room.
“I won’t if you promise to get along with your friends!”
Elincia pouted. “They aren’t my friends!”
I blew her a kiss and jogged down the hallway, out of the sleeping quarters, into the corridor, and into the kitchen. I rubbed my hands together to drive away the morning's cold. Inside, Ginz and Risha were sitting near the stove while the little kids fluttered around. Shu and the snake twins were excited about Risha’s presence, and even the youngest ones seemed to accept him. It wasn’t a surprise. Risha was the kind of person who fell on his feet wherever he went.
As soon as I entered the room, Risha and Ginz raised their heads and greeted me.
“You should have woke me up,” I said.
“I prepare breakfast for a whole platoon. I’m used to this. How is your arm doing?” Risha replied with a worried expression, moving to the side to open up space on the bench.”
“Healing skills helped,” I replied, grabbing a bowl of gruel, and adding raisins, nuts, and honey. “What about you? How is it to be back home?”
Risha sighed. “Ash doesn’t like me; he has made it clear, but I don’t understand why. The other kids are okay with me. Nokti and Virdian already invited me to work on the farm.”
I cast an accusatory glance toward the snake twins. They totally wanted Risha’s muscle to boost their potato production. The kids seemed to notice because they scurried out of the kitchen, giggling.
“It’s okay. Ash isn’t very fond of me either,” I said, burying my spoon in the gruel.
“Teeth are for chewing. I thought a Scholar would know.” Risha said, prompting a laugh from the youngest orphans.
“I’m in a hurry. Places to be. People to talk to,” I replied, shoveling another spoonful of gruel into my mouth. It wasn’t bad, but Elincia’s gruel was better. “By the way, do you have any useful skills other than your class?”
Risha blinked repeatedly. My question was a bit out of place in a world where Class was everything. However, he quickly recovered.
“I guess I know my camping stuff. I have lived in the Farlands for the last seven or eight years. I know how to camp safely almost everywhere in any season: summer, winter, forest, mountain, dry, humid,” Risha replied. “Why?”
“Good. First thing in the morning, you’ll teach camping to Elincia’s class. Then, in the afternoons, you’ll help my class spar,” I said, scraping my bowl for one last spoonful of gruel and putting it on the pile of dirty dishes. “Welcome back to the orphanage.”
I swallowed and walked to the door.
“Wait!” Risha stopped me, putting his hand on my shoulder. “I can help the older kids spar, but I’m not a teacher. I don’t know anything about your scholarly things.”
I couldn’t help but notice that Elincia was at least twice as rough as Risha.
Ginz snorted. “You’ll do fine, Risha. I’ll teach you everything there is to know about teaching kids.”
Risha raised an eyebrow. It seemed that the present Ginz clashed with Risha’s mental image of the past Ginz. I couldn’t help but smile. Ginz had changed a lot since arriving at the orphanage; it wasn’t merely his level, fame, or his skills as a Craftsman. He used to be a meek and fearful man, but now he was a dependable friend.
I just had to make sure he didn’t experiment with explosives inside the orphanage.
“Teaching the specifics can be boring, but if you tell them everything is part of a bigger project, they will actually listen to you,” Ginz explained. “Tell them you’ll be camping with them in the groove when spring starts. They will love it.”
Risha opened his mouth to reply but couldn’t find the words. Ginz’s idea was actually very smart. He continued explaining the minutiae of Elincia’s class to Risha, so I seized the opportunity to leave the kitchen and exit the manor.
My class was already in the backyard.
Zaon and Wolf sat in the big stump while Firana and Ilya sparred against Astrid simultaneously. Ilya cast [Entangling Vines], and a root emerged from the ground, shooting at Astrid’s ankle. However, Astrid dodged without breaking a sweat. Her combination of innate agility and boosting skills put her in a completely different speed tier. Firana didn’t give up and used Ilya’s vine in conjunction with her [Windrider] skill to boost herself forward, rapier first. Astrid kicked the blade aside and jumped out of Ilya’s range.
“Good morning,” I greeted, interrupting the fight.
The girls disengaged and rushed to greet me. The older kids already knew the truth about last night’s events. Zaon had run to get Ilya, which alerted Firana that something was happening in the kitchen. She awakened Wolf so she wouldn’t be the only one scolded for being up late. Ultimately, the four ended up in the kitchen.
“How’s your arm doing, Rob?” Firana asked.
“It’s Mister Clarke,” I replied.
“Come on, I’m an adult now. I should be allowed to call you by your name,” Firana complained.
“You are still my student, Miss Aias,” I shot her down, to Ilya’s delight. “My arm is doing well, by the way. Just a bit sore.”
During the night, I discovered an extra functionality for [Awareness]. The skill doesn't only enhance my senses but could also redirect them to a certain extent. It was a blessing considering that the pain grew as the hours passed and the healing magic dissipated, and it was better than Astrid barging into the room every half hour to refresh the healing spell.
Astrid came forward with a worried expression.
“Should I check it?” She said, and before I could answer, she grabbed my arm and washed it with the green light of her healing skill. After a couple of seconds, when the wound became saturated with magic, she let me go.
I thanked her and looked at my students.
“The tournament starts in four days,” I said, examining their reactions. Every teacher knew that faces usually told more than words.
Ilya remained calm, Firana buzzed with excitement, and Wolf seemed happy, although it was hard to tell, considering his natural stoicism. Zaon, however, seemed a bit more concerned than usual.
“Are we discussing strategy?” Firana asked.
“No. I just wanted to let you know I’m very proud of you all,” I said, my words seeming to catch them by surprise. “Regardless of the tournament outcome, I’m very happy with your progress. From the beginning, I knew you had a lot to show, and you have far surpassed my expectations. As a teacher, it’s been a privilege and a pleasure to work with you.”
The four of them remained silent until Firana opened her mouth.
“That means we are your favorite students ever?” She asked.
“No. You are too sassy,” I replied.
“Oh, come on! You are lying!” Firana said.
“He’s lying,” Ilya said.
“Mister Clarke wouldn’t have favorites,” Zaon pointed out.
“Are you messing with me, Twig?” Firana said, putting her arm around Zaon’t neck.
“Enough!” I said, holding back my laughter. I clapped my hands to catch the kid’s attention. “We have little time to refine the last details. Today, we will split the class. The girls will spar with Astrid, and the boys will come with me. Understood?”
Astrid and the kids nodded.
“We don’t need classless scrubs here. Go away!” Firana said, showing Zaon and Wolf her tongue.
“Don’t cry later when your fart powers fail,” Wolf calmly replied.
A vein popped on Firana’s forehead. I sighed. Wolf knew perfectly well how to annoy her, but Firana wasn’t cool-headed enough to notice. I might have to retract my statement about the kid’s progress.
Before a fight could start, I brought the boys to the groove.
“Mister Clarke?” Zaon asked when we were outside eavesdropping range.
“Yes?” I replied, putting my sword on an old fallen tree and adjusting my padded jacket. There was no sign a battle had been fought the night before other than the burned foliage of a handful of trees.
“I’m going to be Classless during the first part of the tournament… and I’m not as strong as Wolf or skillful as Firana,” Zaon started. “I don’t want to make the team lose.”
I nodded.
“I’m aware you will be Classless for another week. But you have a tool none of your teammates have,” I calmly replied. “You are an Elf, Zaon. Look at your Character Sheet.”
Zaon focused his eyes on an invisible point before him.
“Night Vision? Are we fighting at night?” Zaon asked.
“Miss Elincia told me you inherited all three elven traits. Night Vision, Light-Footed, and Keen Senses, Zaon,” I replied with a mischievous smile. “I brought you two here to teach you a secret technique that will allow you to win every match.”
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2024.04.30 23:58 AgreeableAd8687 How can I convince my parents to take me to get a mental health diagnosis and therapy?

i'm 15m, for basically my whole life i've been struggling with what i believe to be ocd because i match up a lot with the symptoms and one of my friends diagnosed with it says its ocd because i have to touch or do things a certain amount of times or certain way until it feels right and if i dont do it i feel something will happen. i also am very afraid of my house burning down for some reason and i always have visions of a fire and hoping my house is still there when i come back to it, ive been like that since basically my whole life but never experienced anything like a fire at all, i also hear fire alarms vividly when in silence and im trying to sleep, and one of the biggest issues is that when i try to close my eyes i will often have intrusive thoughts i cant control like a house fire killing my cat, scary faces or other things like that, or unwanted sexual thoughts towards my family or other people and i dont have any control over them. everything is hard to do, if i mess something up i have to do it again by powers of 2 like 2 4 8 or 16 times for almost everything i do like speaking or thoughts or typing where i need to alternate between what thumb hits shift or space bar or when clicking a mouse i have to press both buttons which has ruined gaming for me a lot, i cant even shower right because i cant close my eyes and i have to wash shampoo off my hair without getting it in my eyes. some nights its so bad i cant even sleep and have to watch youtube all night because its one of the only things that really helps my thougts, most nights i keep my eyes open until i drift to sleep. (i need to keep led strip lights on in my room or sleep under the covers because if i sleep with my head in the dark something bad will happen)
i cant do my school work right because i also always forget to do important stuff and lose focus easily for some reason and also keep having to count a certain array of numbers or how many letters are in a sentence before i can read it and all of this is making my grades drop a lot, leading my parents to taking away all my stuff that helped me, one of which was video editing for commissions which made me a bit of money and helped me get into a really good concentration which stopped what i usually go though temporarily
when it started getting bad like a year ago, i tried telling my parents but my mom said that its all in my head and i need to be more diciplined and when i asked her to get me checked out by a doctor she said they are just gonna put me on medications to turn me into a "government sheep" since she is kind of a conspiracy theorist and she wrote out some numbers and made me put them under my pillow which she says will "help" which i doubt since it hasnt done anything.
my dad just flat out doesn't believe in mental illness and says its because im on my computer too much (usually about 4-5 hours a day video editing or school stuff) and i "dont go outside enough" (i run cross country) and i dont study enough which has nothing to do with this.
the next part of this happened about a month ago when i was at my friends house with 2 friends for a sleepover and we went for a walk around his neighborhood around midnight for fun, and im seeing stuff like people standing that arent there (this happens anywhere its dark which is either hallucinations or something else and also why i need a light to sleep) and they said i should talk to the school counselor after describing everything else happening to me.
the next monday, i went to the counselor to talk to them and told them all my symptoms and stuff, she called my mom saying to schedule a doctors appointment and my mom said she would, but when we get home she tells my dad and he asks if she made the appointment and she said "of course not" and they told me what they always do.
a few weeks later i was able to convince my mom to at least to take me to get diagnosed and get therapy but no medication so i dont become a "sheep" but my dad who pays insurance and needs to make the appointment dont accept that theres something wrong with me and says the same every time, and once he pointed out the window when it was night time and asked me what i was "seeing" and i told him nothing there (i usually see faces in dark windows and sometimes mirrors but sometimes not) and he said my problems were "solved".
im not sure what to do in this situation since it seems hopeless and my motivation for everything is gone and they keep pressuring me to finish missing schoolwork i keep forgetting to do and saying im not trying when im trying the best i can and i just want to sit in my bed all day and do nothing since it seems hopeless and i cant do anything right when all my friends can do their work just fine without issues and i cant, what can i do in this situation?

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2024.04.30 23:56 Aspengrove66 Small rant/Discussion and questions about temple experiences.

The recent discussion about Corbin Allred has got me thinking about my experience with temples and I want to share. As a 14 year old I wasted way too many hours of my life debating with "anti-mormons" on TikTok (sorry if you're one of them haha. Thank you for your help though!). Obviously I didn't know what temples were like so I said that what they were talking about wasn't true, and when they sent me videos about the temple rituals I literally thought they were fake antimormon productions 😂
When I first really watched New Name Noah's video about the endowment ceremony a few months ago my mind was blown. I can't believe so many people lied to me about it, but now I can see it on their faces when they talk about it. It was like the "veil" had been lifted. Especially the people in my temple prep class saying stuff like "When I first went through... I, uh... didn't really understand a lot of the symbolism... and, uh... some of it even weirded me out... but, uh... the more I went... the more I could see how amazing and beautiful the ceremony is 😐 Any questions?"
If I had continued on my path without my recent deconstruction it would have sent my shelf to the center of the fucking earth. It's absolutely wild and so sad to me that some people do it multiple times a week. My parents... my grandparents... all the members in the ward. It's so hard to imagine them all with those green aprons on. It feels me with such deep despair. I expected the endowment to be beautiful and amazing. I expected the inside of the temple to look nothing like earth... like we would all look different and you could see spirits floating around and the Spirit is so tangible you could reach out and touch it. But it's just polyester people doing weird rituals in a latex white building. How sad, right?
And I don't say any of this to offend anyone who does it or did do it a lot. I'm actually really interested on your perspective on temples because I never had the experience of going through. If you were an active temple goer, did you have any thoughts about how weird it was? How did you combat them? Were they heavy items on your shelf or light in comparison to other things? Were you actively going to the temple right up to your deconstruction or did you stop going beforehand?

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2024.04.30 23:51 JealousSlip2343 I miss him. I’m sorry I should’ve realized I made a mistake

I’m sorry for letting you go. I’m sorry for the reason I was unhappy had nothing to do with you up my own problems. I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for making you waste those trips and weekends of you coming here to spend time with me. I’m sorry for taking the cat you got for us away from you. It was the best gift and blessing that you got for me and I took that privilege away from you. I wanted it to be us 3 in the future. I shouldn’t have let me trauma affect us. I shouldn’t have broke up with you. I’m sorry for getting mad at you and resenting you about that one argument. I should’ve just said I accepted your apology instead of breaking up with you. I wasted your time and I’m so sorry. I’m so selfish of myself and I hate it. You literally gave me the world and all I did in the end was end us and break you.
I’m sorry for taking the right away from you of our little cat. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry. Thank you for being there as much as you could be for me. Thank you for making me a priority in your life. I hope you don’t hate me. I look at all the things you’ve bought me and I’m so thankful of you getting them for me.
I wish I wasn’t such an asshole and I realized I made a mistake from losing you. I should’ve dropped my ego and not let my past trauma affect us. Ever since that day you told me you think of me when you look at the moon all I feel is hate for myself.
If anyone here in this community is facing a breakup that they’re not 100% sure of and it’s just there personal problem that’s just making them miserable… don’t take it out on the one person that was in your corner. Don’t let them go away. Fight to get them back. I don’t anyone here to regret making a stupid decision that they’ll end up regretting and have it eat them from the inside out. Don’t even drop hints just say it to them crystal clear and be transparent about it.
If there’s still time. Text them I’m sorry. Text them I don’t want to lose you. Tell them that you weren’t thinking straight. Tell them you want to fix it tell them you want to work on each other together.
Everyday I look at my cat all I think is him… and how we got her together and I took that privilege away from him of ever seeing her or holding her. Even if i could ask him if he wanted to see her I wouldn’t blame him for not wanting to even if i meant seeing me.
Fight for each other before it’s too late!

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2024.04.30 23:35 storiesof-adreamer 26 [F4M] Knoxville/Anywhere - Hopeless romantic seeking fellow hopeless romantic

https://imgur.com/a/1IrtWDX
(I'm probably gonna regret putting my pictures on here but hey, it's 2024)
Hi there, I'm Dreamer.
Last year, I underwent a mental health treatment journey from September - February. I spent a month in a residential facility outside of Nashville for a month. After I was released, I spent a week and a half in a PHP in Chattanooga. It wasn't the right fit for me, so I drove myself to Knoxville, spent three and a half months in PHP, stepped down to IOP for two months and then graduated from the program.
I moved into a sober living program in East Knoxville in February and stayed there until March. My dad convinced me to come back to Nashville and stay with him and my step family for a while; hadn't seen my entire family in months and didn't exactly receive the warmest welcome... Needless to say, shit went sideways, was uninsured and couldn't get the meds I needed, my mental health tanked and I eventually started drinking/using THC to self-medicate.
Decided to say "Screw it, I'm trying this again" and I was in a recovery center in Kentucky for 18 days. Left there yesterday and now I'm back in Knoxville at my old PHP program. What happened sucks and I'm not the proudest of relapsing after having months of sobriety but I'm feeling optimistic and motivated... I just want to get back to feeling okay again, you know?
Tomorrow will mark two weeks sober.
Anyway, now that I've probably scared everyone off... Where do I start?
I'm 26 years old, an Aquarius and an INFJ-T. I'm originally from Nashville, as you might have guessed. I'm very thicc but I lost a fair amount of weight during my first treatment stint and I'm trying to maintain it. I'm also 5'7" so I'm kinda tall-ish...?
My hobbies/interests: Writing, music, photography, TV/movies/YouTube, people watching, traveling and so much more that I can't think of. I started journaling again too (I stopped after I last got out of treatment) and it's like I never left.
I love animals (especially cats, dogs and snakes!) I have my own car (though it's currently back in Nashville and I probably won't get it until I go into IOP again) and most of my sanity haha.
Just an FYI, I do vape. I don't do it all day long but it's still a habit. I don't smoke cigs, though, because they're nasty and smelly. I want to quit vaping altogether but it is what it is right now. We all need our vices.
What am I looking for in a guy?

Someone the same height or taller than me (AKA 5'7"+)
Someone with nice hair (I've always been really attracted to men with medium to long hair because I love playing with it)
Someone with positive qualities such as kindness, honesty, affection, gentleness, emotional maturity, etc...
Someone between the ages of 23-35 (I may be willing to make an exception on a case-by-case basis, but absolutely ONLY if you match everything else I'm looking for. With that being said, if you are below 21 or above 40, I'm not going to respond)
Someone who's chivalrous (Holding doors open, being cognizant of my needs and feelings, lending a hand, etc)
Someone who is a hopeless romantic. I want all the sappy letters, the curated love playlists, the intimate talks... All of it.
Someone in tune with their (and their partner's) love languages. My top three love languages are physical touch, words of affirmation and quality time... But ultimately, I love every one of them
Someone who enjoys going out and doing fun stuff but also enjoys hanging out at home... Spontaneity is awesome!
Someone who loves animals! I'd love to adopt a kitten one day, but I'm also interested in adopting a senior cat too. They need just as much love after all
Someone who either lives in the surrounding region and/or is willing to plan to come visit regularly. (I'd love to visit you as well)! I want us to spend time together and build a connection. I believe long distance relationships CAN be successful if there is consistent face-to-face interaction. I'm not too keen on international connections unless, of course, you have the time and means to come and see me regularly
1. Someone who has a car, so we can drive around and do stuff. I can be your very own passenger princess, complete with absolute bangers and lots of snacks!
2. Someone who enjoys meaningful conversations. I hate small talk, one word answers or when someone ignores my input/thoughts. If you can't communicate or don't like to keep in touch throughout the day, please don't bother.

I want someone to hold hands with, run errands together, give random kisses and hugs, cuddle up on cold nights and rainy days, take drives and see where the road leads us... I want you to be my one and only. By the way, as far as intimacy goes, I need to take things really slow for personal reasons. I can explain more about it once we know each other better and I feel comfortable telling you. So if you are going to be pushy or judge/ shame/ridicule me, don't talk to me.
There's tons more I could say about myself but I'll leave it there for now.
When you message me, please tell me your age and location, send a recent SFW picture of yourself and please confirm that you're willing and able to meet in person and spend time together as our relationship buds and blossoms.
And you can include whatever else you'd like to tell me about yourself; longer messages catch my eye for sure. Just please don't say "Hey," or any other similar greeting because I won't respond to that. Also, sneak the word "Spooky" into your first message so I know that you read through my entire post.
I hope to hear from you soon! Stay sweet!

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2024.04.30 23:33 storiesof-adreamer 26 [F4M] Knoxville/Anywhere - Hopeless romantic seeking fellow hopeless romantic

https://imgur.com/a/1IrtWDX
(I'm probably gonna regret putting my pictures on here but hey, it's 2024)
Hi there, I'm Dreamer.
Last year, I underwent a mental health treatment journey from September - February. I spent a month in a residential facility outside of Nashville for a month. After I was released, I spent a week and a half in a PHP in Chattanooga. It wasn't the right fit for me, so I drove myself to Knoxville, spent three and a half months in PHP, stepped down to IOP for two months and then graduated from the program.
I moved into a sober living program in East Knoxville in February and stayed there until March. My dad convinced me to come back to Nashville and stay with him and my step family for a while; hadn't seen my entire family in months and didn't exactly receive the warmest welcome... Needless to say, shit went sideways, was uninsured and couldn't get the meds I needed, my mental health tanked and I eventually started drinking/using THC to self-medicate.
Decided to say "Fuck it, I'm trying this again" and I was in a recovery center in Kentucky for 18 days. Left there yesterday and now I'm back in Knoxville at my old PHP program. What happened sucks and I'm not the proudest of relapsing after having months of sobriety but I'm feeling optimistic and motivated... I just want to get back to feeling okay again, you know?
Tomorrow will mark two weeks sober.
Anyway, now that I've probably scared everyone off... Where do I start?
I'm 26 years old, an Aquarius and an INFJ-T. I'm originally from Nashville, as you might have guessed. I'm very thicc but I lost a fair amount of weight during my first treatment stint and I'm trying to maintain it. I'm also 5'7" so I'm kinda tall-ish...?
My hobbies/interests: Writing, music, photography, TV/movies/YouTube, people watching, traveling and so much more that I can't think of. I started journaling again too (I stopped after I last got out of treatment) and it's like I never left.
I love animals (especially cats, dogs and snakes!) I have my own car (though it's currently back in Nashville and I probably won't get it until I go into IOP again) and most of my sanity haha.
Just an FYI, I do vape. I don't do it all day long but it's still a habit. I don't smoke cigs, though, because they're nasty and smelly. I want to quit vaping altogether but it is what it is right now. We all need our vices.
What am I looking for in a guy?

Someone the same height or taller than me (AKA 5'7"+)
Someone with nice hair (I've always been really attracted to men with medium to long hair because I love playing with it)
Someone with positive qualities such as kindness, honesty, affection, gentleness, emotional maturity, etc...
Someone between the ages of 23-35 (I may be willing to make an exception on a case-by-case basis, but absolutely ONLY if you match everything else I'm looking for. With that being said, if you are below 21 or above 40, I'm not going to respond)
Someone who's chivalrous (Holding doors open, being cognizant of my needs and feelings, lending a hand, etc)
Someone who is a hopeless romantic. I want all the sappy letters, the curated love playlists, the intimate talks... All of it.
Someone in tune with their (and their partner's) love languages. My top three love languages are physical touch, words of affirmation and quality time... But ultimately, I love every one of them
Someone who enjoys going out and doing fun stuff but also enjoys hanging out at home... Spontaneity is awesome!
Someone who loves animals! I'd love to adopt a kitten one day, but I'm also interested in adopting a senior cat too. They need just as much love after all
Someone who either lives in the surrounding region and/or is willing to plan to come visit regularly. (I'd love to visit you as well)! I want us to spend time together and build a connection. I believe long distance relationships CAN be successful if there is consistent face-to-face interaction. I'm not too keen on international connections unless, of course, you have the time and means to come and see me regularly
1. Someone who has a car, so we can drive around and do stuff. I can be your very own passenger princess, complete with absolute bangers and lots of snacks!
2. Someone who enjoys meaningful conversations. I hate small talk, one word answers or when someone ignores my input/thoughts. If you can't communicate or don't like to keep in touch throughout the day, please don't bother.

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2024.04.30 23:00 QuestionablePossum What is your ideal vision for a federal agency like the FTC?

This question was brought to mind by the FTC settling with Razer for allegedly making misleading claims about their Zephyr RGB face masks during the peak of the COVID-19 pandemic. (Yes, that Razer.)

The sellers of a supposed N95-grade face mask called the Zephyr will pay more than $1.1 million to provide full refunds to consumers nationwide, as well as a civil penalty, under a proposed settlement the Federal Trade Commission announced today. The order settling the complaint also bars Razer, Inc., from making COVID-related health misrepresentations or unsubstantiated health claims about protective health equipment and requires them to pay a civil penalty of $100,000. [1]

TLDR they weasel worded to make it sound like the mask was in some way approved by the FDA to meet N95 requirements, and heavily implied that it would protect against COVID-19 to the same extent as an N95 mask. ArsTechnica reporting says: "The FTC's complaint against Razer, which is best known for high-priced, RGB-riddled PC gaming peripherals, claimed that Razer continued promoting the Zephyr despite consultants highlighting the mask's lack of certification and protection." [2]
This is not a question regarding COVID-19 specifically, nor if N95 masks are adequate protection against COVID-19 variants. I know COVID-19 is a hot button issue still and I don't want to tackle that in this post. I'd also prefer not to address highly controversial agencies like the ATF (I've been assured there is no ATF agent on this forum btw) or the IRS, because those are spicy questions.
My question specifically revolve around the jurisprudence around more relatively boring agencies like the FTC, FDA, OSHA, EPA, SEC, NHTSA, NTSB, and my personal favorite, CSB (not biased) [3]. On one end of the scale, you have the position that no agencies should exist and that all the power of the administrative state should instead rest with congress. On the other end of the scale is the expansion of power of these agencies. I expect most people are somewhere near the middle.
So what I'd love to hear from you: (TL;DR 2: what does the administrative state look like to you?)

What is the difference between having an agency specializing in a subject (like the FDA for example) vs having legislative committees consulting with subject matter experts? Is it that the resulting laws don't pass through the legislature? I'm still reading here but that's my best guess.
How much power, if any, do you think should be delegated agencies like these in general, and why?.
Are there reasonable exceptions where they should or should not be allowed?
Does it make sense for an agency to be able to met out fines in a case like the Razer incident above?
Is there a way that industries can self-regulate and still care for public interests like public health? Example food for thought: technology (let's say ISPs) vs industrial safety.
Bonus question, no justification needed, just curious: what are your favorite agency, least favorite agency, and (in your opinion) most interesting niche agency?

My thoughts are that there are a few areas where agencies are useful:

Fast-moving and deep-knowledge subjects that the legislature would find difficult to tackle quickly. Examples would be the medical/drug research (FDA) or a technology agency (FTC?)
Public Health/Safety subjects for things like food safety (FDA), disease research and response (CDC...spicy take...), transportation safety (NTSB, NHTSA), and workplace safety (OSHA and CSB)

My logic for #1 is that some fields move way faster than legislature can ever hope to learn about. At the federal level we have 538 + 100 lawmakers, a number which has been fixed for a very long time, while the complexity of modern life increases exponentially. Some delegation feels necessary to me.
For #2, I feel like there are some specific areas where public safety needs to be prioritized. An example is the aviation industry. Ignoring Boeing for a moment, aviation has been getting safer and safer for decades. A large part of it is from incident analysis and regulation in response by the NTSB learning as much as it can from every aviation disaster. I don't know what would fill the gap without an agency like that. CSB is similar, although they are technically non-regulatory. Still, we fund them, because it's cheaper than a large-scale chemical disaster if you take their budget request at its word [4].
As for my favorites...you can probably tell that I like incident analysis. I think agencies like the CSB and NTSB are some of the coolest cats around, followed by NHTSA. For least favorite, my response is probably similar to a lot of people here: ATF. CSB is my favorite relatively niche agency!
Thanks for reading, I upvote all responses.
[1] https://www.ftc.gov/legal-library/browse/cases-proceedings/razer
[2] https://arstechnica.com/tech-policy/2024/04/ftc-fines-razer-for-every-cent-made-selling-bogus-n95-grade-rgb-masks/
[3] https://www.youtube.com/useUSCSB
[4] https://www.csb.gov/assets/1/6/fy24_congressional_budget_justification_-_final_3.8.pdf

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2024.04.30 22:50 MrEntei Memories from the 2000s

Picture this, it’s 2005. 9 years old. Midwestern small town. Summertime.
You spend your days with your grandma and grandpa on your mom’s side of the family while your parents work. Day starts out by being dropped off around 6:30am. Mom carries you in and lays you on the couch. You fall back asleep until 7:30/8:00, when grandma wakes you up with a bowl of Oreo-O’s ready to go. Grandpa changes the TV channel to Nicktoons Network where Corneil and Bernie is airing. You munch your cereal while grandma and grandpa do some household chores before getting ready for the day. They’re heavy smokers, but you don’t mind. The smell brings you some comfort honestly. You glance outside and see the sun shining brightly and a lush green color flows into the house from the surrounding trees and bushes. Grandma’s wind chimes ring on the front porch from the slight breeze of the day. The rain from yesterday gives the air a rich, earthy smell.
Around 11:00/12:00, pawpaw asks if you want to run to the convenience store with him to get some deli meat for sandwiches for lunch. Of course you want to go. You both hop into his beat up truck and go about 1/4 mile to the local convenience store. Pawpaw tells you to go grab a toy and candy while he grabs the deli meat. You pick out a pack of Pokemon cards (a pack of EX Emerald, the newest and most popular set amongst your friends at school) and a Wonderball. You run to the register to give it to pawpaw so he can buy it for you. While standing at the counter, he is whistled over by a group of his lifelong friends. Some war buddies, some high school friends. You follow him over to the table where they’re all chatting about local events and the weather. Pawpaw sits down to talk amongst them while you pull up a chair to rip open your Pokemon cards. In the very back of the pack is a Deoxys ex! The current most popular Pokemon! You sit and think about how jealous your friends will be when you show them later this summer. As you relish in your excitement, you rip open your Wonderball packaging to reveal that beautiful, spherical, hollow chocolate ball. It’s a SpongeBob edition, so you know it’s loaded with your favorite characters inside. As you crunch into those powdery little characters, pawpaw starts to say his goodbyes to his friends and gets up from his chair. You both walk out of the convenience store, your face covered in chocolate and grandpa holding the bag of deli meats for lunch.
When you arrive back, memaw is sitting on the front porch smoking her noon cigarette. She smiles as you pull into the driveway. You both hop out of the truck and you rush over to show her your newest card. She uses her handkerchief to wipe the chocolate from your face as she shares in your excitement. You all walk into the house where memaw has some sandwich ingredients spread out on the table. Mayo, mustard, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, and more. It’s a smorgasbord of ingredients! She whips you up the best turkey club you’ve ever had while you sit on the couch and watch Krypto The Superdog.
After lunch, memaw and pawpaw both lay down for an afternoon nap, but you’re not tired. Suddenly, you remember you brought your Gameboy Advance SP with Pokemon Ruby! You rush over to your bag and pull out the Gameboy, flip it open and power it on. The iconic sound of a Gameboy boot up rings through the living room as the game boots up. You sit on the couch and play for about an hour and a half before grandma wakes up and makes her way to the living room. She asks if you want to go play outside, and of course you do! You both venture outside where you make your way around exploring puddles and petting the local stray cats that your grandparents feed.
After an hour or so, memaw asks you to come back inside with her while she finishes some laundry. Pawpaw is finally awake sitting up on the couch and is watching the local weather. He smiles gently as you come through the door, his glasses glare a bit in the light of the sun coming through the windows. You sit on the couch next to him and tell him all about the bugs and plants you saw outside. He listens closely and nods along, letting you relish in the moment. After a bit of your rambling, memaw rounds the corner of the living room from the kitchen and asks if you want to go to the park. Of course you do!
You hop into the passenger seat of memaw’s beat up car as she climbs into the driver’s seat and turns the key. You ride over to the city park, only about 4 blocks away, where memaw sits on the bench to watch as you climb the play towers and go down the slides. After only a few minutes, you see a friend from school! They rush over to you to say hi, and you immediately can’t help but brag about your cool new Pokemon card. They ask to see it, but you soon realize you left it at memaw and pawpaw’s house. That’s ok though, you’ll see them again this summer and can show them then. But until then, of course they won’t believe you.
After only an hour, a familiar car comes down the parkway. Mom! She came to the park to pick you up! You hop down from the jungle gym and rush over to her car where you meet her with a big hug as she gets out. She hugs you back and asks all about your day as you proceed to tell her every detail about the day and what all you did. She listens excitedly, admiring that her child has such a close connection to her parents.
After some time, you kiss and hug your memaw goodbye as mom takes you home. When you get home, you run straight to your room to boot up your PlayStation 2! You go straight to Jak III, one of the hottest games on the PS2. After a while, you notice the faint smell of spaghetti. Your mom suddenly hollers for you to come get washed up and ready to eat. After washing up, you make your way into the kitchen where your mom has a big plate of spaghetti and homemade garlic bread ready for you. As you eat, you turn on the TV to watch the latest episode of Ed, Edd, n Eddy. You glance outside and notice the sun has set below the trees, but it’s still bright outside. You hurry to scarf down the food so you have time to go out and ride your bike.
Once finished eating, you tell mom you’re going outside to play and ride your bike. She tells you to only stay on our street to which you reply “I know!” You hop on your bike and ride down the street to visit your neighborhood friend and school friend who also rides bikes and scooters. You both ride up and down the street until the street lights come on. Before you both head home, you make plans for the upcoming weekend to have a sleepover and discuss who is bringing what games to play on your PlayStations. You ride back down the street to your house, parking your bike alongside the house and making your way inside.
Coming through the door, you see your mom settled on the couch watching Law & Order with a small bowl of ice cream. She welcomes you in and you hug her, then you make your way to your room where you grab clothes for a shower. After your shower, your mom tells you she is going to bed and gives you a hug and kiss. You climb into your bed and bust out your Gameboy, but find out the battery is dead. That’s ok though, the charger is next to your bed. You plug it in, telling yourself you’ll only close your eyes for a few minutes while it charges. As you’re lying there, you think about how great the day. Drifting off to sleep, you can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow. ❤️
This is just a short little mixture of memories that I wrote up into my “perfect childhood day”.
Feel free to share yours below!

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2024.04.30 22:49 Vivid_Box_9130 Questionnaire For Visitors (Kidding, I'm obsessive)

THIS IS ONLY A COMPULSION, I NEED THREE POSTS ON MY FEED!!!
What do you study or do for a living? How did you come to do that? What do you like or dislike about it?

My life path has drifted from traditional forms of pragmatic survivalism. The reason is not as pure as it is accidental. I mean, I have my own reasons to seek a contemplative and aesthetically tainted kind of lifestyle. I hate the mundane, the boredom of filling life with numbers and mechanical-like vulgarity. Boring boring boring. But, I would be dishonest if I said this is the whole truth. I'm utterly displaced in materiality. I can't manage my own life properly: not capable of handling money, practical maintenance and pursuits. Well, if I depended on my non-existent practical prowess, I probably would be homeless or dead.

What else do you do on a daily basis? What are your interests and hobbies? Why do you do them?

My daily basis? Listen to music like an obsessive maniac, daydream, think about the future, forget to eat, have billions of emotional reactions and thousands of mood-swing and I tend to agonize over my current living conditions and how shitty everything seems. Kinda boring and sad, tbh. My hobbies are writing, collecting cats, music, fashion, etc. Not a lot, not a little. No reason to do them at all. Perhaps emotional resonance? A desire to compartmentalize, to dissociate from a heavy, maculated self? I don't know. Living can be hassle sometimes.

What are your values, and why?

None that I can say out loud. I certainly have strongly held sentiments that you could call "morals" or "values", but I don't systematize it, I don't think about it, I just feel it. I don't know how people can summarize those things, really.

Describe your relationships with family and friends. What do you like and dislike about them?

Minimal, distant, alienated. I only talk to my mother. My father is a authority I have strong resentment against, but I don't feel it consciously anymore. It became a wall of dust in my subconscious for some reason. My sister can a interesting conversational partner when am on the mood. But, I can be highly annoyed by her. Too fragile, moralistic, afraid of asserting herself and exclusionary of people outside her current companion. She can be a sweet-heart and considerate, but I can't help and feel some sort of irritation. Love, perhaps. My mother is an ally that I never imagined in that way until recently. She can be listless and too abrasive sometimes. I see her as a good and genuine person, willing to be open-minded and accepting. Well, she can stand me and I appreciate that.

What do you look for in friends? In romantic relationships?

Something new, fresh, different. The chemistry, the shock between polarities, the beauty of transmuting the moment into a impregnated memory. My concept of romantic relationships is mystical and unrealistic. The aesthetic of the spirit often can't be formatted in a concrete and real way as it loses the sparkle, the color and magic. Other things that I look for: beauty, intelligence, uniqueness, authenticity, open-mindedness, etc.

What conflicts have you encountered recently with other people? Why did they happen? Which kinds seem to happen on a regular basis?

Conflicts of opinions, mostly. I do not engage in conflicts often since it's a waste of time. I can be somewhat reactive, emotional, dramatic, so it can cause different types of conflicts. Nothing that I can pick of the top of my head though.

What are your strengths? What do people like about you? What do you like about yourself?

Honestly, I never try to categorize my "good" and "bad" qualities. What does strength mean? It is not a unambiguous word. I don't know what they like about me since I never asked. Perhaps my sensitive and insightful nature? My intelligence? Who knows? I like a few things about me and hate others: my independence of perspective and imaginative/creativity are things I like, for example.

What are your weaknesses? What criticism do you often face from others? What do you dislike about yourself?

Being too self-aware, too conscious of me and the world around me. Fear, indecision, pessimism, perfectionism, narcissism, etc. People say I am too difficult and unstable. Sometimes people complain about my negativity. Well, I don't care much about it.

In what areas of life can you manage well on your own? In what areas of your life would you like help?

My spiritual and interior side don't need management. I would like help in practical matters: taking care of the house, money, helping me deal with my own chaos, etc.

What things do you dislike doing? What things do you enjoy more than others?

Physical activity, doing laundry, cooking, talking to boring people, etc. I enjoy anything related to expression, art and intellectual pursuits.

What goals, aspirations, or plans do you have for the future, and why?

Find the path towards my beautified vision of myself. Look for a interesting and loving partner. Transition. Experience life more, with some sense of enjoyment. I want to get into graduate school and find a meaningful job. In short, have a happy and fulfilling life.

What kinds of things do you do to manage and/or beautify your environment (your room, your house, etc.)?

Nothing. I don't pay attention to this aspect of life that much, although I should.

If you won the lottery and didn't have to work anymore, what would you do?

Be content and unconcerned? I would buy a lot of interesting things and travel around the world. Create art and live the way I want to live without giving a fuck.

What traits do you find endearing that others might dislike? What traits are considered positive/neutral by others but tend to annoy you?

People willing to share their opinions and be thelselves. Non-conformists of all kinds. Society hate this kind and I dislike the opposite of that.

How do you behave around strangers?

Sufficiently polite and reserved. I'm willing to talk if you're interesting.

How do you react to conflict? What do you do if somebody insults or attacks you?

My reaction is often negative and I can be explosive sometimes. I always try to get even and I am somewhat vindictive. If you attack me, I will attack you, etc. Normally, the conflicts don't escalate that much. I can be reasonable when not in a bad mood.

Would you ever be interested in starting a business? Why or why not? What role would you play in it? What kind of business would it be?

Depends, maybe in the future. My role would be as the supreme commander and I don't know what kind of business because my knowledge of it is limited.

How do you dress or manage your appearance?

There are days I dress like a hobo, other days that I invest more time into it. I just dislike the gender I was born with so many things don't appeal to me.

Do you like kids? Why or why not?

Nope. Actually, depends. I can find them cute and whatever, but I can't take care of them.

In what situations or times in your life did you feel most fulfilled, and why?

My pre-teenage years with my dreams of a musical career. I wasn't fucked by depression and had much more enthusiasm to live. I miss it.

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2024.04.30 22:47 storm-the-castle WOL - dungeon master; a FF14 original fan fiction

as a note - I checked the rules, and they didn't prohibit fan-stories. I'm sorry if I've misunderstood something. Story takes place on the boat to Sharlyan at the start of EW.
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"A game, you say?" asked the ever curious Y'Shtola Rhul, her feline ears tucking back to indicate curiosity. "I know many games, though care not for childishness - yet you claim this one is set apart?" Her black dress, seeming rags to some, was gathered about her in her chair, and she sat forward just far enough that she wasn't sitting on her tail. She'd been in the midst of refreshing herself with a glass of chill water, so she wasn't particularly bothered by the interruption.
WOL nodded back at her, presenting the extensive list of rules and gameplay parameters they'd squirreled way in their massive magical inventory. Their friends had known they kept a rather eclectic assortment of items, from gold nuggets and spare weapons to bathing suits and even wood for some reason. Books seemed banal by comparison, and yet these books were themselves indicative of a whole new side that none of their allies had ever known of them.
"I never much played games in my youth." commented Estinien Varlineau, his dark armor doffed as he relaxed in the linen shirt he wore underneath; the elezen man was muscular for his people, and his every movement seemed steeped in purpose, even as he relaxed. "So I could not speak to 'childish' games or not, but surely they'd not invite us to simple cards? Though..." he chuckled at some sort of joke he'd thought of. "A card game necessitating THAT much explanation would be quite something."
"Surely so, Eistinian." Agreed Alphinaud Leveillure, the youth quick to join in on anything his personal idol and friend WOL suggested. The boy was perhaps wound too tight, but he meant well and his insight rarely failed him or his allies. Having grown out of his bratty insistence on being right had mellowed him somewhat, and he had lately grown into the role of a bright eyed youth rather neatly. "I know many card games myself; you'd be surprised how much you can learn about a culture by their means of relaxation. And yet, even in Sharlyan, there were no games with quite so much prep as that."
His twin sister snorted in good natured derision. "If there had been, surely you'd have mastered it first." she grinned; unlike her brother whom she so resembled physically, Alisae Leveillure was a tomboy through and through. There seemed to be little she was phased by, but her closest friends knew that to merely be a result of her desire to never lose control of herself, and as a result lose something precious.
"So?" asked Thancreed, his dark voice bellying his boyishly handsome features. Like Eistinian, he'd doffed much of his gear, though the gleam of his gunblade could be spied in the corner of the room, and he was never more than a few steps from it. "Are you going to explain this game? Or is the goal that we agree to play, and you sucker us into some mad scramble adventure?"
WOL laughed gently as they always seemed to, rarely flappable as they were. "The game is a Role Playing Tabletop - picture a storybook in which you the players decide the events."
"Oh?" asked Y'shtola. "An exercise in imagination, is it? I confess, I'd expected a bit more."
WOL just shrugged. "The game emphasizes player freedom; it can be as much or as little as you like, Y'shtola." She'd actually granted them permission to use her given name without the normal addendate, which really showed how much she cared for them. To show how much they respected that care, WOL chose to not do so casually, which the Miquo'te archon seemed to appreciate. "The important thing to remember is that you have to put yourselves in the shoes of the character you create - you CAN play yourself, but this game gives you the chance to explore a perspective you'd never otherwise be able to."
"Hoh?" a much deeper, more refined voice chimed in from the entrance to the room. Urianier Augurelt entered, a tome in his hand that seemed suspiciously similar to those offered by WOL. The man was difficult to get a read on, even for those who knew him well, and he had the oddest ability to move fluidly between a bespoke scholar of ancient wisdom and a very silly elezen. "Hast thou found resistance?" he asked WOL. "Or, perchance, didst thou not yet explain the minutia of this fascinating game thoust proposed - I thought surely Alphinaud wouldst take to it well." Behind him was G'raha Tia, his shaggy red hair bobbing in his excitement - he'd been the first to find out about this game that WOL was supposedly rather good at and insisted on having the others invited to play it all together. Tataru Taru was behind him, her naturally bouncy step seeming pepped at the chance to finally do something WITH everyone else, and Krile Baldesion in her yellow cat-eared cloak right along with her. These four had been the initial invitees, and it was WOL who'd decided to make it a scion wide game.
"I was just getting around to that." WOL confirmed. Everyone shuffled in and soon, all the scions of the seventh dawn were waiting expectantly. The game had been proposed due to the sailing ahead of them - headed to Sharliyan at a swift clip, the fact remained that there was a month of sea-travel to go and nobody was looking forward to it. Many of them played the part of the gentle librarian, but every single one of these people were little more than excitement seeking problem children, and so WOL decided to head disaster off at the pass, as it were. "Now, the premise is that I as the Dungeon Master will present you with a setting - nothing more. A goal will be presented as time passes, but it will be up to you - or more accurately your characters - to seek that goal and its resolution in what ever manner appropriate to them. I've a rather short story in mind, but they can be years long among dedicated circles." WOL left out that they'd been a member of such circles before making their way to the city states for one reason or another - it was hard to remember why after all that had happened. "Your jobs as players will simply to create a character for this story, and play them to the hilt. The important thing to remember is that you can play ANYTHING - including something in which you have no background." WOL looked at G'raha, who blushed - he was the only one at the table who'd seemingly done nearly every job under the sun at some point.
Y'Shtola didn't seem convinced. "I don't know - how would one play along as something with which they have no familiarity? I hardly know much about dragoons for example, and would hesitate to make any mistakes in my actions with Estinien so near at hand."
"Oh, don't worry about me." he said simply. "I know the difference between a game and an initiate - I'd hesitate more to play a mage of any sort with those present." Woe to the day someone called the extolled Flair spell a very big fireball near Y'shtola.
"Here here." said Thancreed jovially.
She smirked at their cheeky attitudes, but continued all the same. "The point remains - I know nothing about swords and spears, so how could I effectively play-act a master swordsman?"
Uranger came to WOL's rescue then, holding up the book he'd been perusing. "Tis all here, in the rule-book and character creation guide - thou needs't not know swordsmanship for thyself, merely the skills of thy associated class. The game seemst more 'bout the application of critical thinking when not in thy element - a novel idea." Eyes lit up, Y'shtola offered her hand in demand, which Urianger happily obliged. It still wasn't clear how a blind woman could read, but supposedly her aether-sight was minute enough to pick up the ink on the paper.
Alphinaud was not so easily satisfied as that though; he insatiably sought a perfect answer in even the most inconsequential of events. "Combat class is one thing, but how would we not play ourselves as that class? I fail to understand how I could be anything other than myself."
"While I dream of the day you learn to." said Alisae wistfully.
He glared at her half-heartedly. "I ask again - would the game not simply be a matter of play-acting ourselves in a different role?"
Krile tutted at him. "You're missing the point, young master Leveillure, and I'm astonished you have. I intend to play the game myself, and I'd rather like the idea of being a male Au-ra fellow, one fluent in the bards college." The surprised looks she got only egged her on it seemed. "As I am neither Au-ra, nor male, I imagine the exercise of trying to maintain the perspective of one would be both novel and enlightening. I've certainly never seen the world from that high up, I'll admit." she chuckled at her own joke, recalling in her mind how irritating it could be to constantly have to look up at folks.
"I'm playing a Rhogedyne gunman myself." said Tataru. "I rather like the idea of pretending I was Admiral Merlwyb."
"Right." Krile nodded. "Our perspectives are invariably a direct result of our experiences - attempting to put oneself in the shoes of a wholly different set of experiences may well elucidate the struggles and decisions of those around you. You once thought poorly of our dear Estinien after all, but shared experience and a new perspective has found you fast friends."
"Hoh?" Estinien raised an eyebrow challengingly. "I'd not known your opinion of me was anything but sparkling - perhaps mine of you was too high in that case." He waited a devastating few moments, in which Alphinaud fought for the words to assuage him, before revealing the joke for what it was with a smile.
After realizing the ruse, Alphinaud simply sighed, knowing he'd been duped. Perhaps earlier in his life, he'd have been much more upset, but as Krile had said, he and Estinien were quite close now. "Ha ha, thank you very much for that input, SER Estinien." It was easy to imagine him sticking his tongue out, were he not so exacting about his appearance. He returned his attention to WOL, a contemplative look on his face, until he ultimately seemed to come to a conclusion. "I see your points I suppose - it certainly has merit, I can't deny. I'll play."
"As will I." offered Estinien. One by one, all the scions agreed, and soon, they were each pouring over the proffered materials, discussing characters and compatibility.
All the while, the WOL did their best to hide their tears of joy; a first time group, not only taking the game seriously and taking the time to familiarize themselves with their classes, but actually cooperating and playing at seemingly the same wave-length. Sure, they were overthinking it, but they did that with everything and honestly - it was beautiful.
Urianger was the first to approach with a question. "I knowest well what class I intend, but find it difficult to decide his personality." he commented, showing the character sheet the WOL had given him to fill out. "I'd hoped to play someone of ill intelligence, but admit that I may be unable to perform poorly on purpose as the character would require; of note, I doubt I couldst change much of my preferred parlance." oh, so he knew he was doing it.
WOL had a perfect idea in mind though, one they'd secretly been nursing from the moment he'd agreed to play. "Then don't change the way you talk." they said, earning a tilted head of confusion. "I can't ask you to suddenly be less educated or inciteful, but surely you've met those who only appear educated, yes? Or perhaps they ARE educated, but ultimately not that intelligent regardless."
His eyes lit up, and the WOL gestured him closer so they could collude on the character. "Picture it - a well spoken, highly pedigreed moron. Someone who knows all the right words, but not what they mean - you must have met plenty of those who simply rattle off the thoughts of books and their authors without once adding a thought of their own?" Urianger clearly loved the idea, and soon the two were sharing ideas on how to characterize the individual, a 'gentleman warrior' of sorts, and how they would keep it a secret from the rest of the group.
"What are you two doing over there?" questioned a suspicious Y'stola, her blind eyes narrowed.
"Oh, nothing much." Said WOL innocently. "Urianger simply wanted his character to feel more appropriate to the setting of the game, so we were discussing ways to make his background fit without affecting the story. Did you have a question?" they attempted to deflect away, though Y'stola was highly perceptive and not a little suspicious by nature, so her narrowed eyes didn't let up for a second.
Still, perhaps the thought that all of this was a game was enough to sway her and she ultimately decided to move on. "Yes... I'd like you to look over my character please, and tell me if I've done it correctly."
WOL doubted strongly that Y'stola had gotten anything wrong, but obliged either way. She'd gone with her idea of a dragoon, Hyur, even going so far as to ask Estinien for tips to make them accurate. What was surprising however what that the character was Chaotic Evil, and was stated to be an advocate of Odin. "I see you really dug into the roleplay angle - though, with your time in the black shroud, why..?"
"Odin is admittedly one of the more dangerous Primals." She explained. "He doesn't follow many of the established rules, and worse seems ultimately immortal - an ill informed and nefarious warrior would be well drawn to the dark cavelier, methinks." She even explained that Estinian had helped her characterize the individual, well remembering his time as an ill-informed zelot both against and for Nidhogg. WOL, knowing the man to be more insightful than some gave him credit for, suspected he was trying to find out what others may have thought of him during that time, and Y'stola - who'd been absent - would be a fine neutral party. Well, it seemed harmless, so WOL decided to leave it be. Y'stola continued. "We have yet to hear the setting of this game of yours though, so I am unclear if the character or even Odin himself would be appropriate."
"Don't worry about that - it's my job to make it work, and yours is just to play." She offered her understanding, then returned to the planning session with the others.
It took no few hours, enough that they hadn't had enough time to actually begin play, but soon everyone had a character. Tataru went with her Merlwyb character, though was advised to just make it an homage rather than the admiral herself due to the ears of the ships crew being everywhere. Uranger had his gentleman warrior, and Y'stola her hyuran madman - Krile's Au-ra had undergone a revision it seemed, and she decided to make him a dancer instead. Estinien was playing a Lalafell thaumaturge, chaotic good alignment with a goal of regaining black magic. G'raha was playing a Viera woman, an honorable and good samurai, which was one of the few jobs he had no familiarity with. Thancreed was a Rhogedyn paladin, with all that entailed, while Alisae fought her instincts to make a fighter and went with an elezen conjurer from amdipoor, emphasizing that she'd be something of a dramaqueen for her characters behavior since she'd never understood people who made mountains out of molehills. Alphinaud was the last to decide, but went with a lawful-evil Hrothgar ninja. Wanting to avoid any references to recent events, the setting was in the black shroud, a group of adventurers investigating an Allagan ruin of some sort.
With players like these, it was clear the game would be one to remember; WOL was alight with excitement, planning out what they would do to surprise their friends and challenge their decision-making capabilities. With such thoughts, it was easy to forget the impeding disasters that seemed to have followed them all this time... just for a little bit.

Pt 1?

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2024.04.30 22:47 Vivid_Box_9130 Type me

Today I answered this socionics questionnaire so I decided to post it here and see what you guys think my type/trifix/instincts are.
What do you study or do for a living? How did you come to do that? What do you like or dislike about it?

My life path has drifted from traditional forms of pragmatic survivalism. The reason is not as pure as it is accidental. I mean, I have my own reasons to seek a contemplative and aesthetically tainted kind of lifestyle. I hate the mundane, the boredom of filling life with numbers and mechanical-like vulgarity. Boring boring boring. But, I would be dishonest if I said this is the whole truth. I'm utterly displaced in materiality. I can't manage my own life properly: not capable of handling money, practical maintenance and pursuits. Well, if I depended on my non-existent practical prowess, I probably would be homeless or dead.

What else do you do on a daily basis? What are your interests and hobbies? Why do you do them?

My daily basis? Listen to music like an obsessive maniac, daydream, think about the future, forget to eat, have billions of emotional reactions and thousands of mood-swing and I tend to agonize over my current living conditions and how shitty everything seems. Kinda boring and sad, tbh. My hobbies are writing, collecting cats, music, fashion, etc. Not a lot, not a little. No reason to do them at all. Perhaps emotional resonance? A desire to compartmentalize, to dissociate from a heavy, maculated self? I don't know. Living can be hassle sometimes.

What are your values, and why?

None that I can say out loud. I certainly have strongly held sentiments that you could call "morals" or "values", but I don't systematize it, I don't think about it, I just feel it. I don't know how people can summarize those things, really.

Describe your relationships with family and friends. What do you like and dislike about them?

Minimal, distant, alienated. I only talk to my mother. My father is a authority I have strong resentment against, but I don't feel it consciously anymore. It became a wall of dust in my subconscious for some reason. My sister can a interesting conversational partner when am on the mood. But, I can be highly annoyed by her. Too fragile, moralistic, afraid of asserting herself and exclusionary of people outside her current companion. She can be a sweet-heart and considerate, but I can't help and feel some sort of irritation. Love, perhaps. My mother is an ally that I never imagined in that way until recently. She can be listless and too abrasive sometimes. I see her as a good and genuine person, willing to be open-minded and accepting. Well, she can stand me and I appreciate that.

What do you look for in friends? In romantic relationships?

Something new, fresh, different. The chemistry, the shock between polarities, the beauty of transmuting the moment into a impregnated memory. My concept of romantic relationships is mystical and unrealistic. The aesthetic of the spirit often can't be formatted in a concrete and real way as it loses the sparkle, the color and magic. Other things that I look for: beauty, intelligence, uniqueness, authenticity, open-mindedness, etc.

What conflicts have you encountered recently with other people? Why did they happen? Which kinds seem to happen on a regular basis?

Conflicts of opinions, mostly. I do not engage in conflicts often since it's a waste of time. I can be somewhat reactive, emotional, dramatic, so it can cause different types of conflicts. Nothing that I can pick of the top of my head though.

What are your strengths? What do people like about you? What do you like about yourself?

Honestly, I never try to categorize my "good" and "bad" qualities. What does strength mean? It is not a unambiguous word. I don't know what they like about me since I never asked. Perhaps my sensitive and insightful nature? My intelligence? Who knows? I like a few things about me and hate others: my independence of perspective and imaginative/creativity are things I like, for example.

What are your weaknesses? What criticism do you often face from others? What do you dislike about yourself?

Being too self-aware, too conscious of me and the world around me. Fear, indecision, pessimism, perfectionism, narcissism, etc. People say I am too difficult and unstable. Sometimes people complain about my negativity. Well, I don't care much about it.

In what areas of life can you manage well on your own? In what areas of your life would you like help?

My spiritual and interior side don't need management. I would like help in practical matters: taking care of the house, money, helping me deal with my own chaos, etc.

What things do you dislike doing? What things do you enjoy more than others?

Physical activity, doing laundry, cooking, talking to boring people, etc. I enjoy anything related to expression, art and intellectual pursuits.

What goals, aspirations, or plans do you have for the future, and why?

Find the path towards my beautified vision of myself. Look for a interesting and loving partner. Transition. Experience life more, with some sense of enjoyment. I want to get into graduate school and find a meaningful job. In short, have a happy and fulfilling life.

What kinds of things do you do to manage and/or beautify your environment (your room, your house, etc.)?

Nothing. I don't pay attention to this aspect of life that much, although I should.

If you won the lottery and didn't have to work anymore, what would you do?

Be content and unconcerned? I would buy a lot of interesting things and travel around the world. Create art and live the way I want to live without giving a fuck.

What traits do you find endearing that others might dislike? What traits are considered positive/neutral by others but tend to annoy you?

People willing to share their opinions and be thelselves. Non-conformists of all kinds. Society hate this kind and I dislike the opposite of that.

How do you behave around strangers?

Sufficiently polite and reserved. I'm willing to talk if you're interesting.

How do you react to conflict? What do you do if somebody insults or attacks you?

My reaction is often negative and I can be explosive sometimes. I always try to get even and I am somewhat vindictive. If you attack me, I will attack you, etc. Normally, the conflicts don't escalate that much. I can be reasonable when not in a bad mood.

Would you ever be interested in starting a business? Why or why not? What role would you play in it? What kind of business would it be?

Depends, maybe in the future. My role would be as the supreme commander and I don't know what kind of business because my knowledge of it is limited.

How do you dress or manage your appearance?

There are days I dress like a hobo, other days that I invest more time into it. I just dislike the gender I was born with so many things don't appeal to me.

Do you like kids? Why or why not?

Nope. Actually, depends. I can find them cute and whatever, but I can't take care of them.

In what situations or times in your life did you feel most fulfilled, and why?

My pre-teenage years with my dreams of a musical career. I wasn't fucked by depression and had much more enthusiasm to live. I miss it.

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