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Thanks for 900 followers!
Hello, hello!
Many thanks for all the support thus far. It’s really encouraging to see that people enjoy and resonate with my writing.
Coming soon: another mini-series of poems, this time inspired by different colors!
Thanks again,
j.p
okay here is my beginner’s guide to morrowind! it talks about some of the mechanics you’ll want to know, but it’s also a little bit of a walkthrough to get you a good start on your journey. note that i originally wrote this for somebody specific: i don’t think it does, but if it seems like it’s talking at somebody in particular, that’s why. anyways, i hope this is helpful!
before you start the game:
there is only one mod i absolutely recommend you play with, and it’s not quite a mod at all.
when you download morrowind from steam or gog or whatever, you have the game! congratulations! however, what you really own is the assets of the game and a horribly broken engine. that’s where openmorrowind (openmw) comes in.
openmw is a remake of the original engine of morrowind. you see, morrowind’s original engine fucking sucks. this is for a multitude of reasons, but for me, the reason i switched was because at the later stages of a playthrough, the game will literally start corrupting your saves. don’t have that problem with openmw!
i can’t really give you a guide on how to install it and get it running better than the one on the openmw website (https://openmw.org/en/). go install it and you will have a much smoother experience overall.
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When will you post?
I’m finally bringing myself around to doing it. Thank you for your interest and I hope you continue to stop by. 😉
- Master Knox
Adore your blog 🩶
What would your ideal session look like, if you could choose and have anything?
“Thank you. I’m happy anytime my blog is adored. Always an honor and a pleasure. I could peruse yours and return the sentiment potentially but…I don’t know who you are.”
“My ideal session is less specific in particular kink or style of physical use or sexual activity than it is in need of consisting of intangible requirements. What is a nonnegotiable, necessity that must be present for a session to be ideal for me is a mental connection so intense it oozes passion and intimacy and has the feel of being “otherworldly”. When that connection exists it matters not the degree I am fucking or making love or using and abusing her. It doesn’t matter if I am in a mode of primal urge and in need of breeding, BDSM or CNC. It doesn’t matter if the moment is soft and full of traditional D/s, DD/lg, tender and caring Dominance or Master/slave. Whether she be invaluable property or a priceless treasure. Or any combination of those things or other things not mentioned. As long as her mind and spirit are fully engaged and thriving in these moments then the physical aspects are just along for the ride and are a mere extension of the things we cannot see or touch. Everything physical is enhanced by the mental. At that point, the physical part of the session will rely solely on my mood. Maybe it is ideal to fuck her hard in the ass or make her gag on my cock while I stare down at her tear filled eyes as she gasps and struggles to breath. Maybe it is ideal to caress her body and love on her softly as I dig deep in to her trying to fornicate with her at a molecular level. Maybe it is ideal on a great many fronts. If her mind is there, open and willing…the session can be ideal in so many ways physically.”
- Master Knox
Beautiful blog, well done! My question, do your words flow easily when you write beneath pictures, or do you have to take a moment to gather your thoughts and then write? Either way, you write beautifully, I was just wondering if it's ever difficult to find the right words to convey your thoughts.
“Hello and thank you for your kind words. Your blog is quite beautiful as well. Such lovely compliments and they are very much appreciated.
Honestly, my thoughts flow freely and easily enough. There is a rare occasion here and there that I have to take a moment and maybe find a better word to convey something more adequately but for the most part, I write what I think or feel so it is an almost instantaneous transition from mind to keyboard.
Again, thank you.”
- Master Knox
I love your blog! Your writing is fantastic! Also, thank you for the love!
“Hello and thank you very much for the comment and kind words. You’re very welcome also. Your blog is equally as lovable.”
- Master Knox
How's it going,
If what appears to be original and simply your words, you've sincerely gained a fan. Keep up the ABSOLUTELY GREAT WORK !! 👍
“Hello there. It’s going just fine. No complaints at all actually. How about you? Things your way are good I hope?
I appreciate the compliment, thank you for that.
Yes, all words are my own. Unless it is a quote, then I tag that quote with the author of it or I’ll tag unknown if it’s one I’ve seen or heard but don’t know the author. Then I add my own words underneath their quote and tag. The pictures and gifs however, are almost solely not mine. I collect them randomly over time and save them for when I feel like playing with some thoughts and I’ll just pick one that best represents my mood at the moment and create a post.
New followers and/fans are always welcome and highly appreciated, as are the flattering compliments. Thank you again and I hope you continue to stop by my little slice of the internet.”
- Master Knox
I did it! 😅😫
Another edit!!
Yup! I am now addicted to making edits, but for some reason the characters go well with song edits so🤷🏻♀️, why not keep going with the trend🥰.
Please share opinion/thoughts.
This was a quick edit and it’s 12am.
That's a good tip!! I have some 'just go digital' thoughts/comments floating around but I'm not quite ready for that yet 😅. But print and play around, I can get behind.
Thanks @lychhiker-writes ✨️
What pretty linework. It sure would be a shame if someone (me) fucked it up while coloring it in..
Moodboard Gift for @lychhiker-writes! 💖
Lych has been so kind as to Beta-Read for 🌐7 Circles🌐 and I wanted to make a thank-you gift pertaining to his work:
But seriously, I love my beta readers so much❤️🔥 If you continuously show interest in my story or my OCs you may very well end up with me creating something for you (this is a threat). 😈
Lych, your thoughtfully made comments on my draft have given me a lot of insight and motivation 🙏💕 and I'm so happy to be reading through your WIP as well! (Which you can check out 👉HERE👈, btw.) Thanks bud.
Stealing the TNDA taglist (mwahahaa!):
@dyrewrites @the-golden-comet @fortunatetragedy @rotting-moon-writes @goodluckclove @cowboybrunch Hit up @lychhiker-writes if you want to be added! (I highly suggest it)
(I own none of the pictures, I simply edited and arranged them)
A Musing Monday 🎐
Today i'm musing about connections and how they are often synonymous with our opportunities, our ability to survive, and our thoughts- therefor changing who we are and who will become. Also coin metaphors 🪙
Last Tuesday out of the blue one of my partners was laid off, he started a new job two days later because he knows people who work at a cabinet mill. 🙏
My family made the most healing ratatouille that we ate off of all weekend because someone I know from work had too many eggplants. 🍆📈
We got our house thanks to the efforts of a friend with a real-estate license. I got the contact info for my current therapist from a girlfriend. I have a song stuck in my head from a child I work with and I pick up catchphrases from people on tv and I know how to do pushups for the 1st time in my life bc an online friend taught me how. 🔥💪
Its fun and frightening to think about- that we are obelisks of pennies created from every person that gave us their two cents 🪙🪙
If every trait, thought, inclination, or idea of yours was a coin- which of your coins are old, passed down through the generations until they were shuffled into your hands? Which are invaluable? Like my dads tendency to accept things (like my gayness and transness and polyness) as long as no one is getting hurt, which I know he got from my grandfather ❤️. Which coins are a burden you dont know how to get rid of? Like my mother's propensity to say "It could be worse, think of__ (children in Africa, Houseless folk, etc)" which has become my tendency to minimize my own experiences and neglect to give myself breaks 🫠. Which coins did you find on the sidewalk and which sit with you in your car? Which are made of metals you're allergic to? Which are tarnished and scratched but still good? Which coins of yours are most valuable to you? 🎐
There are so many times in my life where I felt like I couldn't get a leg up, and the only way I got through was stacking pennies, adding up my connections and the ghosts of connections past to try to escape the pit..
With that in mind I want to take a moment to shout out the change (🥁) that others have gifted me with recently, cuz boy buddy have I needed to stack pennies lately, but have been so blessed to have so many new coins.
Thanks @sableglass, the fire you put into the world ignited action into me. I spent a year lamenting the loss of a job until your 'fuck it we ball' attitude inspired me to get resolved about that 🤽♂️. I got a job offer today. You helped me get here.
Thanks @the-golden-comet , you were one of the first writblr blogs I came across. You shaped my idea of tumblr to be something positive and uplifting during a very hard time for me 🫂. Your stories are so free and wild (🐳💦) and wonderful that they changed my outlook on being a writer and that what im 'allowed' to put in a story is anything but a limiting factor. You taught me that the course of a day can be changed with a simple frog gif and that you dont necessarily need to know someone to know how much they care. 🐸💕
Thanks to @tragedycoded for DMLS and @words-after-midnight for Libaw. Yall write the mentalscape of various conditions so well that im taking better care of myself 🧠🌿. I'm more proud of the work I've put into myself. And i'm becoming proud of the person I could have become but didn't.
Thank you to @lychhiker-writes for being my first homie on tumblr and for letting me vent my various frustrations into your dms 😏😅, and for being a brave and honest alpha reader for 7C.
Thank you @wyked-ao3 and @cowboybrunch and @gioiaalbanoart for being such great cheerleaders for my writing 😭💕 seeing yall connect and feel your feelings in my comments gives me so much hope and happiness and I honesty dont thank yall enough. I finally finished ch8 (no, really, check the doc 👀) and your encouragement helped me really embrace Seeker, who I used to think was too boring, and get that chapter finished 🏁.
There are so many others and I'm sorry for not naming them all 🙏 but if I have read your work, thank you. If I follow you or you follow me, thank you. If we have ever bonked together in a discord chat like two wayward beyblades 💞- *Thank You*
Today, I feel like I'm finally out of the pit, and it's thanks to the random 2 cents and spare change yall have gifted me. Your influence is priceless. 🥰💰
(Still no taglist for Monday posts yet, hmu if you'd like to be on it!)
Wooden Ships and Obscure Disney Films
The RLS Warrior was three days out of Montressor, sails full of the solar wind, and her commander closed his eyes and felt the Etherium around him.
For a number of reasons – not least his old ties with Admiral Amelia – Jim had been heavily involved with the design of the ship, as well as the tradeoffs involved. For all that he wasn’t even twenty-five, yet, the ship was built as much to his ideas as to those of anyone else in the Navy, and after three days he was really starting to get a feel for her.
And he was proud of the work.
The yards had done right by them, and no mistake. She sailed the winds as sweetly as the old Legacy, and if that was partly due to her studdingsails to give her extra sail area – they’d calculated it out a dozen times, even getting Doppler involved, and every time it had come out that the sails were worth the hassle. And the engines sang a fine note, while the treated timbers making up her hull were finely seasoned and showed no sign of weakness or wear.
“Captain?” a nervous voice said, then the voice’s owner corrected herself. “I mean – Commander?”
“Captain is preferred,” Jim replied. “Can’t have more than one captain on a ship.”
Then he opened his eyes, and grinned at the young woman who was nervously clinging to the ropes around the mainmast crow’s nest. “But since there doesn’t seem to be anyone else up here, you can call me Jim if you want.”
“I couldn’t do that!” the woman said, astonished, and her ears flicked down. “You’re – you’re the Captain! And you’re a hero of the Second Procyon War…”
Jim chuckled.
“Midshipwoman Brooks, ten years ago I was a complete tearaway,” he said. “So, did our other midshipmen and women put you up to coming to ask the scary captain about his past? Or is this you personally with a question?”
He shrugged. “I don’t mind either way, I’m just curious. And come on, sit – it’s good you’re comfortable in the shrouds, but there’s no reason to hang there while we’re talking.”
“Right,” Brooks said, still sounding nervous, and clambered into the lookout spot.
For a long moment, there was silence.
“It was just me,” she said. “I was… I suppose I wondered about something, and – I wanted to ask, but it feels like a silly question now.”
“Take it from me, sometimes a silly question is just the question that needs asking,” Jim replied. “Or answering.”
The Warrior shivered a little as they came about, turning six degrees port and adjusting their vector four down as the helmsman pointed them at a different star.
“Well-” the midshipwoman said. “I… why are we on a ship like this?”
Jim raised an eyebrow, something he’d been practising, and Brooks flushed.
“I don’t mean that as a criticism,” she added. “It’s a good ship, of course! I’m just thinking of…”
“The ironclads?” Jim replied.
“The ironclads,” Brooks agreed. “I know they were important in the Procyon war. I also know the Procyons lost, but… the ironclads were so difficult to damage. It feels like even sailing ships like these is a strange choice, let alone building new ones.”
Jim nodded, doing a quick assessment of the girl.
She was… definitely less delinquent than he’d been. She sounded curious, and… realistically speaking, this wasn’t going to stay a secret for long anyway.
It was his decision, and… in this case, he was going to nurture the young officer.
“You’re not wondering anything that we didn’t,” he said. “I was heavily involved in the discussions, actually… perhaps we will end up building the same kind of ironclads as the Procyons were building – I wouldn’t be involved in those decisions, because they’re going on right now and I’m not exactly there.”
He stood, and looked out over the sails of the Warrior. They glowed with inner fire, both directly propelling the ship by catching the wind and also providing the power that let her engines burn at high power for long periods of time.
“I’ve already given you the answer,” he added, glancing at Brooks. “Your academy scores show you’re a bright young woman, midshipwoman – what do you think it is?”
Brooks frowned, and her tail twitched as she thought.
“I think…” she began. “You said… the same kind of ironclads. What other kinds of ironclads are there?”
Jim patted the royal mast, the highest of the four huge cylinders making up Warrior’s mainmast.
“You’re sailing on one,” he answered.
Brooks looked confused, then stood up herself to look down at the sails.
“...how?” she asked. “Ironclads – they don’t look like this!”
“What makes an ironclad?” Jim asked. “It’s the iron, that’s what… experiments showed that it’s actually helpful to have the iron backed by wood, that makes it more resistant to attack. So that’s what Warrior is. She’s a test ship, all right – an ironclad cruiser, with the masts and sails to travel long distances on patrol in a way the Procyon War ironclads never could, and with armour that’s almost as strong.”
He tilted his head, a little. “Midshipwoman, have you ever used a solar sailer?”
Brooks looked a little thrown by the sudden change of topic.
“...no,” she admitted. “I’ve sailed a cutter before, but those have a proper keel and mast… solar sailers seem too dangerous to me. They’re not much more than a board, an engine and a sail, aren’t they?”
“That’s right,” Jim agreed. “And they’re very able to manoeuvre, in ways you can’t even manage by just welding an engine directly to a board. The key is the sail – you’ve done vectors in your classes, the key point here is that you can combine the vectors from the sail and the engine, and the transverse resistance from the sail if you push it to go in a direction against the one it’s meant to go. You can pull some incredibly tight turns.”
Brooks was frowning, clearly processing that information.
“That sounds like it’s personal experience, Captain,” she said. “You’ve done that?”
“I’ve done both,” Jim agreed. “And I’ve captained wooden ships against ironclads… ironclads struggle to turn fast, because they only have differential thrust, and they struggle to move quickly as well. And the former is what let us run circles around them… and strategically, they were dependent on covert support ships carrying fuel. Do you think the Warrior is the same?”
Brooks shook her head.
“No,” she replied, then frowned. “So you’re saying that… the sails are an advantage?”
“They might not be forever,” Jim conceded. “Maybe some day all our line warships will have to be full ironclads, where even the risk of mast damage is too much. But I think even then there’ll be a place for cruisers to have sails, for some years longer.”
He clapped her on the shoulder. “And maybe we’ll both see that day – but right now, if we ran into an ironclad from the Procyon Wars, I’m sure we’d clean their clock. Because this is the finest ship and crew I’ve yet seen, and I’ve seen a few crews.”
Then he looked slightly awkward. “Admittedly, my first one had about ninety percent of it be pirates…”
“Pardon?” Brooks asked. “Was that during the war?”
“Before,” Jim replied. “During my misspent youth. Though… you may as well tell the others this, Miss Midshipwoman – I think I’m going to have all of you young officers, and perhaps the rest of the crew, have at least one go each on a solar sailer. I believe there’s four in one of the holds, and it’s a useful skill… once you’ve flown one, not much else can scare you.”
The feline midshipwoman looked at her captain, still not sure how to take the oddly informal conversation.
“Should I be worried?” she asked.
Jim shrugged.
“That’s more BEN’s department than mine,” he admitted. “He flat out refuses to come up to the crow’s nest, though, so I’ll have to ask him on deck…”
did we collectively decide to ignore that dennis dainty reynolds put a toilet seat cover on his chair like he was doing something effective?