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i'm having a lovely last day of the year and everything is exploding outside so i coded some fireworks today! absolutely no concern for performance this WILL make your phone heat up
really mean minecraft mod idea: rituals that work but in a very vague and hard to understand ways
at the start of a world, a set of actions are randomly chosen which have some positive effect. walking counterclockwise around a tree or throwing an item into a fire or killing an animal with an axe. there has to be a very large number of possible actions such that they won't seem to repeat.
when doing a ritual, you get a buff that's clearly there but kind of subtle. maybe ores drop more, or monsters don't hurt as much. it's never communicated that you have a buff, the idea is that you accidentally do a ritual and notice "oh shit I'm getting really lucky, maybe I should do that more"
there's also a set of attributes which can greatly increase the effectiveness of your rituals, completely randomized per world of course. sometimes it's additional steps, drawn from the same set as before. sometimes it's decorating the ritual site in a particular way, with skulls or candles or flowers. maybe it's more effective at a certain time of day or phase of the moon. maybe it's more effective on the top of a mountain or in a cave.
because the magnitude and duration of the buff is randomized, you can't really know if stuff you're doing is helping, but you'll be always trying shit out and modifying your rituals. the buffs get really impactful, and you can hardly play the game without them.
after a while you'll build up elaborate rituals and intricate temples housing them, and importantly
half the shit you're doing does absolutely nothing
if you get lucky a few times with a modification to the ritual you'll adopt it even if it actually does nothing. depending on how succeptible to confirmation bias you are, you might develop whole rituals that literally do nothing but you're entirely convinced that they do. you'll be dancing around trees and putting pumpkins on your head for literally no measurable benefit.
will this be actually fun? probably not. will I actually make this? absolutely not. i just think it would be an interesting case study in behavior. if someone wants to steal my idea, please do and tell me so I can play it.
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This is a shockingly hard ask for me, not because I don't have ideas kicking around (I've got hundreds that I've bothered to write down alone x.x), but because I either post them right away on here, or I hoard them because I don't want to spoil with the potential that I write and post something proper for them one day lol. But honestly I should hoard less, so!
Here is the opener to a Vampires' AU where Louis and Owen find and accidentally wake Scott from his coffin while Louis was preparing his place to turn Owen. Scott decides to play the social game with Louis to regain control of Oakhurst, but along the way manages to subvert the murder of Louis and thus Owen going off the deep end; politics, Scott and Owen reluctant allyship to keep Louis alive, eventual bonding and the power of friendship for everyone, huzzah!
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Scott has found himself in quite the awkward predicament.
A tea cup full of deep red liquid is placed delicately before him, slim clawed fingers doing so with grace. Politely, Scott smiles and nods his head. The man—vampire, given the white hair and red eyes and clean scent—giving him the blood attempts an equal expression, though it is far more paper and thin. Not that Scott can blame him.
After all, it may only be more awkward for one to have the rightful ruler return when you are the un-rightful ruler, than to be the vice versa.
The vampire sits across the round table from him, linking his fingers and crossing his legs. There's an air of dignity to him which at least reveals a noble upbringing, if still one that obviously did not teach to keep one's fingers in their own business.
Not breaking the silence, Scott picks the cup up and takes a small sip. The blood is clean and warmed, though animal. Scott is slightly too hungery to discern what type, exactly, but he manages to keep his movements smooth as he sets the cup back down. Lips lightly wetted as he meets the vampire's eyes once more.
It goes on like that, silent and drawn out.
There is plenty to take in, and the silence only serves Scott. Gives him times to wake up from the stuttery magical sleep still sticking to him, to take in his surroundings, to collect his mind. While the vampire may be more patient, Scott is happy to gather whatever is given to him so easily like this. Utterly generous.
Just as Scott begins to think that enough time has passed that he can take another sip of the blood without appearing ravenous, a hand slaps down on the table.
Both Scott and the other vampire turn. The human sitting between them is squinting back.
"Who are you and what were you doing in Louis' basement?" The human demands.
Scott tilts his head slightly to the side, examining the human in earnest for the first time. The man is disheveled, which is frankly putting it politely. And Scott has no real urge to describe him politely, on account of how inadequate a sight it is.
The man's face is covered with unkempt and uncared for waves of hair, limp brown. Underneath which, the originally assumed impressive pallor of his skin is revealed to be thick swaths of bandages, wrapped around so much of his skin that it is hard to discern the quality of what lays beneath. Mottling peeks out, and paired with the thin body, poor posture, and appearance of bad health despite age, Scott assumes that he is sickly. Which is frankly an odd and embarrassing servant for this vampire to have, let alone considering that he is apparently not trained in decorum.
"Owen," The vampire scolds, setting his hand on the human's. Then, he pushes it off of the table with a soft smile. When he turns it to Scott, it is once more made brittler. "My Fledgling."
"Ah," Scott says, as it does explain quite a lot.
Though even more so, it sets judgment within Scott's mouth. Why would a vampire choose a human like this to take on as a Fledgling? It may be true that some Sires like them challenging and needy, but this is ridiculous.
Without as much worry, Scott takes another sip of the blood. Cow's.
"Do you posses a name and title likewise?" Scott asks, smiling.
"Mayor Louis of Oakhurst," The vampire says
"Mayor?" Scott asks, mildly surprised. He assumed the man was of higher peerage. "Shall the lord be making an appearance later?"
Louis smooths a smile across his face, pressing a hand to his chest.
"Oakhurst does not have a lord. We have had only a mayor for over a hundred years," Louis says.
"Ah," Scott says. Drier.
What have these stupid peasants done to his land while he slept?
"Quite in luck, I am the lord of Oakhurst myself, Lord Scott Goldsmith," Scott says.
"Hm," Louis says, a line appearing between his brows. "The Goldsmiths have not ruled Oakhurst is nearly four hundred years."
"My, that does seem about right for the amount of time I was sleeping," Scott says, pressing a palm to his cheek as though in thought.
"Does it?" Louis asks.
"Yes," Scott says.
"Hm," Louis says.
The staring and silence commences once more. It is even tenser now. And even more comfortable for Scott, as he battles himself to not smile truthfully. A mayor vampire, arguably not true nobility, who has a poorly trained and chosen fledgling and seemingly not much more.
Things could be much, much worse for Scott here after so much time. What luck.
"And why were you buried beneath Louis' house?" Owen repeats, earning eyes on him once more.
From how he shies down at them, one would think he doesn't like the attention. And yet, he opened his mouth once more.
"Vampire hunters staked me and placed me down there," Scott says simply.
"I see," Louis says, frowning and touching his chin.
"Yes, quite the vexing affair, truly. I should really see to those responsible. But, until then, retaking my rule of Oakhurst will suffice," Scott says.
"You—!"
"Owen, give us a private moment, will you not?" Louis dismisses. When it seems like Owen will argue, he adds: "Please."
Glaring at Scott all the way, Owen stands and stalks out of the room. He will not be going far, but it scarcely matters. It is not as though he poses any real threat.
"I must make it clear, Mister Goldsmith, that you shall not be retaking the rule of Oakhurst from me in any such forward manner. It is not just a case of power for me, but I care for my humans very deeply, and until I know that you are trustworthy of a similar cause, I can not allow it. The reputation of the Goldsmiths was not so kind," Louis says, genuinely appearing afflicted.
Scott tilts his head slightly. "And how shall you see to that?"
"Well, if you make push come about, I will have to kill you," Louis says, smiling gently. "I do not wish to see that fate for you. But I have a duty to my humans."
At the moment, Scott is certainly outclassed to the point that he shall be killed by the vampire before him if he tries. Four hundred years without blood, and injured at the start of that, Scott has been in far better shape. It may take years to return to his full state. And though Scott has some confidence that perhaps he could take on the vampire before him slightly weaker than his peak, in months or maybe weeks, it would be a challenge.
The other options are more complicated. Ways of politics. Gaining support, allies, there are surely still vampires in the world who owe Scott favors. Who owe him their immortal life. After four hundred years, likely not many. But some.
Though without that… There is always the mayor himself. He is an unknown entity, but he appears a bleeding heart of sorts.
Scott needs more information.
"And what of if I share your beliefs alongside my rightful claim to the lordship?" Scott asks politely.
"If that were to be the case, then I suppose there are more discussions to be had about the political structure of Oakhurst," Louis says carefully.
"Mayors so oft have lords," Scott says.
"That is true," Louis says, eyeing him. "As stated, power is not my motivator. Should the lord be someone I trust, I would not necessarily be opposed."
"I see," Scott says.
He sits back in his chair and drains his cup of blood. While he does it, he carefully examines the choices before him. Brute force, gaining allies, or working with Louis. In order of possible consequences: permanent death with failure, difficulty of being four hundred years out of the court, or being forced to kiss upon a lowly play-pretend mayor.
Well, Scott has kissed upon less beautiful men before.
Scott sets his empty cup down carefully.
"Then it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mayor Louis," Scott says, spreading a pretty smile across his lips.
Louis smiles back, appearing only mildly exhausted and strained. "Likewise."
the minecraft horror mods with experiences that revolve around the modder's narrowminded idea of a "scary" mental illness are so bad i'm just gonna make a dissociation mod that forces you in 3rd person on occasion and fucks with the tick rate and nothing else
tumblr should add a "what the fuck are you talking about" button alongside reply, like, and reblog. you click the what the fuck are you talking about button when op is on some discourse they brought back from another reality that no one on this earth has ever heard of. and if a post gets more what the fuck are you talking abouts than reblogs op gets muted for 12 hours
gender affirming care is great but they should invent juice that makes you taller. what do i do if my my transition goal is slenderman. will i ever be satisfied.
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[dbhc au flavored] Hermit A Day May '26, Day 11: Scar :D
Swaggon Scaarrr :D I thought it would be fun for all of the boatem members to do their Season 8/Boatem designs this year, and Scar happens to be first!! :]
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honestly, i feel safer around people who question themselves and change their minds because it means they know they are not immune to having bad takes and hurting people and doing harm. it means they actually care about doing the right thing. and yeah, there are wishy-washy people who seem to just take the side of whatever is the safest bet. but you will rarely-if-ever actually see those people put their own reasoning into question. it doesn't mean you don't have a backbone, it just means you are exercising your critical thinking skills. you may just come back to the same conclusion again, but it's better to fortify that conclusion and actually be able to back it than to just blindly follow it, right?
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what’s your opinion on Walmart+ ? (I just got an ad for it)
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