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Heyyyyy so do y'all remember that Bloodborne zine I was running. I remember that Bloodborne zine I was running. It's out and it turned out SO well and if you like Bloodborne you should check it out :) if you don't but you know someone who does, you should send it their way :D
In complete seriousness though. I've been involved in zines for a few years now, but this project is the first time I've ever run a zine myself, and I could not have asked for a better team to do it with. I've had the biggest, goofiest grin on my face all day, and I don't think it's going anywhere for a while at this rate.
You, and your team of adventures see an Elder God. They all go insane. Except... for you. The Elder God boops you on the nose and tells you 'you're my favorite!'
I do. In Doom. Ngl if they straight up made a horror themed harvest moon, I would absolutely play it with relish. That said I also enjoyed Black ops and a couple of the CoD games, dying light was really good up until...right after Pinhead was put in, and well. I play a lot of violent and horror themed games.
That said, sometimes us mortals do need a breather lol.
you have to have a certain amount of dirty fast food cups in your room for your depression to become a problem in the eyes of your loved ones. even then, it’s less of a depression problem more of a you problem
Tl;DR: Sometimes, particularly if you are on the spectrum, it's not only overlooked and turned into a you problem, it's used as an excuse for control by the people you love.
This reminds me of my partners struggle. His mom always went on and on about how happy and blah blah he was, literally lived with him until he turned 18, mind you. How much he was her 'special baby boy', even after he moved out. He's always been a very, keep to himself type of person. And granted he hid his depression really well because everyone in his family would just downplay the hell out of it or get mad at him for it. His family literally gave him the option of 'be happy or shut up' or 'my problems are worse be greatful'. Just for some context.
Some of us who were friends with him kinda noticed he'd started withdrawing more, not sleeping regularly, things like that. At some point about the only interaction anyone could get out of him was me basically getting into bullying/insult matches with him. (We are...very much...enemies- to lovers). After he moved out he completely isolated.
Yeah, I was baby sitting his little sister at his moms place and happened to not know where she kept her kool-aid mix, and knocked on his door to see if maybe he happened to know- he was in the middle of trying to end his own life. My knock happened to interrupt it. We argued, I left. (I found out about it recently)
Next day he checked himself into a psych ward- meanwhile his mom made it a point to absolutely cut all contact with all his friends and people who were worried about him. Like straight up refused to let ANYONE have anything to do with him. And used the entire incident for internet clout. She threw his stuff away, got real controlling about him and what he could and couldn't do- she even went through and destroyed several poems and letters i'd written for him that he had kept. Chased off all his friends and blamed them for it, etc.
Like, she legitimately did not want her son to be happy is what it came off as. Come to find out she was a major part in the reason he has such bad depression.
Tags/Tw: Mentions of death/plotting own death, minor violence, minor language, suggestive themes, Au, canon divergence
Credit for: Gif clip: @cosmos-daughter
Backstory Ficlet: Preparing for the End
Fandom: Bloodborne
Rating: M (language, mentions of death, suggestive themes)
A/N: I think that covers all the warnings. Anywho, just a little backlog ficlet exploring Vivians character at this point in the story. If I missed any tags let me know in the comments please!
Murky blue eyes roamed her figure. Every movement she made was noticed with pained fascination. He would never tire of looking at her. Of watching the steadfast movements of her hands, the ease of which she pulled each segment of her weapon apart and brought it to razor sharpness. Movements honed and perfected by years of practiced rhythm. But that was Vivian as a whole, wasn't it?
Poised and practiced, with nary a hair out of place. Only those who knew her from the beginning could even hazard a guess at the storm raging beneath the placidity. Those people were becoming few and far between. He would be joining them soon. Another ghost for her to lament in the silence of the night.
Radimir adjusted his lithe frame to lean comfortably against one of the many bookshelves lining the Hunters Workshop. His arms crossed over his chest as he chewed the words simmering on his tongue.
“We need to talk about it, Viv.”
The sharp shriiik of the whetstone came to an abrupt halt, fingers twitching against the handle of her cane. Peridot eyes blinked, tracing the whorls and scratches lining the workshop table. The hearth's fire snapped, a living thing hungry for more fuel. Its warmth did not reach through the chill that had crept inside her flesh and settled like stone in her bones.
“Please, Viv. If we had an-” Radimir began, almost ready to beg, if only she would listen.
“Don't.” Her voice a whisper thin crack, filled with such solemn loathing, he felt his head snap back. She'd never been this upset with him before. Had never lashed her words so sharply at him. It probably wouldn't be the first time tonight, either.
His jaw clenched tightly as his fingers dug deeper around his elbows. They needed to talk about this. It wasn't going to go away, and things would only become harder from here on out.
“If not now, then when? We don't have a lot of time left, Vivian.” Firm, unyielding. He knew he was going to break her, it was inevitable. He knew he wouldn't be here to pick the pieces back up, that was inevitable too. Her fingers tightened on the whetstone. Her body seemed to curl in on itself, shoulders shaking with each breath as she tried to restrain the visceral reaction he seemed determined to pull from her. He wasn't about to let her tamp it back down and lock it away with everything else unsaid between them.
“If we had any other choice….if I had any other choice, it wouldn't even be an option to consider.” Her shoulders stilled, the calm before the storm crested the horizon. And then-
“You think I don't KNOW that, Mir? You think I haven't sat here and wracked my brain-” Vivian whirled on him. Whetstone clattering to the ground, the chair shrieking backwards and toppling to the tiled floor with a heavy clatter as she rounded on him. The cane tore chunks out of the table top as its barbed threads snapped back into place and flew off the table to land somewhere amongst the piles of books.
“Over EVERY conceivable option, over every scenario-” Her booted heels slammed a staccato rhythm as she all but charged in his direction. He met her halfway, arms open in a placating gesture as her voice grew in volume until it was cracking almost as bad as the hearth.
“Over every single possible solution in this Oedon's damned situation in order to find the ONE possible way-” Her hands fisted in the lapels of his coat as she bodily slammed him back into the bookcase he had been leaning against, his breath left him in a choked wheeze. It didn't hurt, not really. Her pupils were constricting, the dark striations spreading throughout the green, canines flashing under curled lips. Mahogany hair curled against her temples, frizzed out from the humidity of the Hunters Dream and escaped the clasped tail she tried to keep it in.
“THAT YOU DON'T FUCKING DIE?!” She was fury incarnate at that moment. Radimir thought she had never looked more beautiful to him. His gloved fingers curled around her fists as she roared her rage in his face. His throat bobbed as he sucked in a breath, trying to regain the air she had plucked from his lungs. She tried to drag him forward to slam him into the shelves again, but he held firm. The edges of the books digging into his spine was a small price to pay, now that he had her in his hands. Her mouth opened to rail another cry of outrage at him.
“I know, Viv.” he murmured, oh so gently. His hands giving a light squeeze, leather gloves creaking together. “I know.” His forehead lowered until it was resting against hers, blue eyes flickering to trace her face. Every scar, every line carved by grief and hardship. His eyes missed none of it. She seemed to deflate, her grip loosening but not quite letting go. Radimir grunted as he adjusted his stance to take her added weight, dropping an arm to lock securely around her waist.
“You are one of the smartest women I know. If anyone had been able to find another way, it would have been you…” His head thunked back against the shelf as her own forehead came to rest just above the brown belt that crossed his chest. His other hand slid up her arm to cup the back of her head, keeping her in place. She wouldn't cry, at least not outwardly. She wasn't the type to shed tears so easily. Not when she was so used to death.
“Unfortunately, we just don't have enough time for that big ol’ brain of yours to sort it out. No, you stay and you listen, Viv. I don't have the energy to fight you, bullheaded woman.” She had started to pull away, probably to argue with him, or re-ignight the inferno simmering in her veins. His grip on her waist tightened, keeping her firmly in place. Radimir had no doubt she could overpower him easily enough. Her beastblood was far too close to the surface with her emotions this high, and he wasn't going to risk her turning- not when they were so close to escaping this farce.
“I willingly made this choice, Viv. I'm the only option-” her fist let go of his coat to hit his chest to cut him off with a grunt, her voice muffled against the tan leather. “Thats not true! One of the others could easily-” His hand gave her hip a firm squeeze, as he interrupted in turn.
“No. You wouldn't allow that, and it would be the same situation regardless of who had volunteered-" she cut him off again, “It's not the same, because then it wouldn't be you!”
And therein was the crux of the matter. It wouldn't be him going off to die. It wouldn't be his sacrifice for their bid at freedom from the Hunters Dream. It wouldn't be another person she cared about dying for the cruel machinations of an omnipotent god. Radimir pursed his lips at that admission. His tongue poked at the sharpened tip of his canine. While it was nice to know she cared so deeply about him, there really was nothing to be done for it now.
“It might not be the same, Viv, but the point still stands. I am the only option we have at this. The others…they're so young, Viv. You and me? We've lived this cycle how many times now? They can still make it out of this okay.”
She hated that he made sense. He could tell, because of the low growling rumble he could feel coming from her chest. He didn't tell her he'd already consumed the Umbilical cords. That would just tip her over the edge, and she'd figure it out soon enough. She was smart like that, his Vivian.
“Sides, who do I have waiting for me on the other side of this?” he joked, the corners of his eyes wrinkling up into a smile. Me, you'd have me! She wanted to scream at him. But she didn't. Vivian knew she was a coward in the worst of ways sometimes. This was one of them. The words burned like hot coals at the base of her throat. The muscles constricting around them and locking them in place so firmly, she was afraid she might to mute.
She wanted to say them, so desperately wanted to tell him how much she cared. How she craved his smile and his wicked humor in the heat of battle. How she enjoyed his filthy flirtations and his odd self depreciation when he messed up. But she didn't tell him any of that. Instead she took a deep breath, and pushed it all down, down, down. Never again to see the light of day. Only things to be whispered in the dark of night, amidst candlelight and smoke.
Vivian nodded once against his chest as she pulled back to look at him. Her eyes roved his face, memorizing every inch. From the shaggy black hair that hung to his jaw in tangled ringlets, to the beginning of stubble peaking through. The dark purple shadows under his tired eyes, along with the nose that had been broken and set one too many times. Her fingers absently flitted up to trace the missing chunk of his right ear. Most probably wouldn't find the haggard man to be handsome. But Vivian found his feral charm almost beautiful. The way one might find a roughish wolf beautiful, she mused.
“You've made your mind up, then. And we've known each other long enough that I know I can't change your mind.” she sighed. She could feel his hand twisting and tangling in the short hairs at her nape. “You would be correct, Darlin.” The grin parted his lips, crooking up on one side in a charming smirk, showcasing the edge of his canines.
“If I were a less sensible woman, I could probably convince you with pretty words and bawling tears.” She remarked, watching as his grin grew even wider. Her fingers worked on adjusting the lapels of his coat, sliding the belt back into its proper place.
“Aye, and if I were a less sensible man, I'd've probably been convinced. Too bad that ain't us, Viv.” Her hand patted his chest lightly as she stepped away from him, taking a moment to just breathe while her eyes rolled over the mess left by her weapon.
“Truly a pity. I'll make the preparations.” She didn't see the way his eyes softened as he took her in. Didn't see the way his hands clenched before he lowered them to his sides. Her hands were currently moving piles of books out of the way as she searched for the whetstone.
“Yeah…real pity…” he murmured before clearing his throat. “Strategy meeting in…say 30? Gives you time to finish sharpening your blades. I'll round up the new bloods.” She gave up trying to find the stone with a huff, before going to retrieve the threaded cane. She had another whetstone.
“Yeah, that'll work. Thanks Mir.” She murmured to him as she sat back down to resume her earlier task. She heard his retreating steps, but didn't spare him another glance. She hated how easy it was, to leave things unsaid. To distance herself from the emotions and bury them deep down inside to where she couldn't feel them until later. Vivian wished it was easy- to just open her mouth and release all of her feelings, to tell him the secret words she could not bring herself to say.
But she didn't. And now, she probably never would. Radimir would be just another ghost haunting her shadow come morning. And Vivian would just have to force herself to make peace with that fact. Just like every other ghost, haunting her path.
Aldi’s (USA) put out a statement that effective 10/15-12/24/25 they’ve lowered prices even further on select holiday meal items so that a group of 10 could be fed for $40
Hey guys! I just wanted to jump in as someone that works at an Aldi with some extra info that people have been confused about. Some of my customers have come into the store assuming that this is a preshopped package that you can request, it is not. Someone else asked me if it was all precooked and ready to be picked up, it is not.
This is just a list for your reference. We actually do this every year and Aldi even provides its employees with gift cards to be able to buy our holiday dinner items in the store (which has been really helpful to my family)
All this is to say, it’s a great thing that they always do, and if you come in and ask the workers there will help you find all these items, just know it’s something you have to go and seek out on the shelves ✌️
This is awesome, and I wish more employers would realize that behaving decently to their workers and customers is the path to long-term profitability. (And be interested in that as a goal, rather than deliberate destruction for short-term gains.)
I've tried to post several times all day today. For whatever reason, Tumblr isn't having it.
Anyway, got a new baby cat today. I was aware it was going to happen for a couple of weeks now. But I really didn't want another cat. I got one anyway.
She's about 8 weeks old, took her to the vet and got her first shots. Then we came home and took a very long and well deserved nap.
She's proving to be an absolute unholy terror for my four boys. I'm here for it. Daisy Mae Duck, everyone.
Edit: It won't allow me to add some of the photos for whatever reason, but it let me add a couple.
hey so don't use this. RabbelLabs, the company actually creating this platform, trains AI models. Jack Dorsey is best friends with Elon Musk and they both advocate constantly for the abolition of IP law because it stands in the way of AI 'growth' (theft). They're banning AI on the platform so they can use it as a clean slate to train more fucking AI. They're also using images of Divine, the drag queen, to push their shit and I guarantee they didn't get permission from her estate.
The DiVine website says that it's made by Rabble.
If you go to their website you can find this:
if you click that And Other Stuff you're taken to an entirely different website that explains what all that 'other stuff' is: five pillars of building Nostr AI.
You have to wonder why they're hiding it, right? Why is it so hard to find? Why register an entirely different domain (it's andotherstuff.com, not like rabblelabs.com/andotherstuff) just to talk about the AI stuff you're doing if you're so proud of it?
Stop simping for billionaires just because they jingle keys in your face, start doing some fucking research.
