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I carry a kind of Odyssean love when I pray for them! And I also pray for my own odyssey, for yours, and for everyone’s, also including the central air-conditioners, lmao
Then from that day on, I stopped writing to them. I felt that was exactly when I poured more water to Psyche! That’s why I can so clearly feel Psyche’s sincerity, the way they respond to every word. Everything I write is spontaneous, I think of something, jot it down, and it expands on its own, always spiraling into a full loop. Just like what I’m writing to you now, I only meant to write two or three sentences at first!
Both games share the same theme that humanity’s struggle to break free and reach freedom. I think gods are really just metaphors for the archetypal “big parent figure.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7QtGOWemQhY&list=RD7QtGOWemQhY&start_radio=1
https://youtu.be/Huy791G17Ak?si=DAt4Thz-BX5xaQ1B
我觉得我的文好像确实总有这种神和凡人,魔法师和麻瓜,灵性与唯物主义,直觉和逻辑,以及玩家主角和NPC这种意象的冲突,它们来自于我这种神棍一样的直觉,总有一种潜在的投射2333
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRLyqtSXEaE&list=RDZr-PHm_qLgg&index=2
https://steamproxy.com/steamstore/app/2242710/_/
And in the HPL case, they’d have to wait seven years, the exact length of Hogwarts schooling. So it becomes “A wizard must remain celibate for seven years to attain great magical power.” That’s so meta! It perfectly mirrors humanity’s historical metaphors about spiritual ascension.
And of course this rationale was devised after aligning with historical cultural authenticity, my original motivation was simply to write this urban legend and make it funny. Much like any of my creating processes!
In this version, Clear and Sebastian get married, but they are wizard and witch already, so she believes that if a wizard has sex before turning 25, they’ll lose their magic and become a Muggle! Since HPL is set in the Victorian era, and Hogwarts students graduate after seventh year, that means they’d probably marry at 18 and have to wait seven years if they really do so! Sebastian would absolutely lose his mind!!
For people like us whose focus is on the “self,” the greatest form of love we can offer "others" is to share with them about their existence and interpretation in our eyes, at the same time with a deep urge to uproot ourselves entirely and expose even the most unpresentable shadows of our being to them, without holding anything back.
I’m truly honored that you mentioned my story to Nineveh, it fills me with such joyful gratitude! Yeah Seb is the handsome black-haired, computer-loving guy! He's extremely popular in SDV, a reclusive loner who gazes at the sea on rainy days. From him I feel this unwavering determination on his own things despite from his gloomy vibe. I think reclusive gamers and artistic frog enthusiasts alike are bound to like him. No wonder Nineveh does!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ssiqpBp5jh0&list=RDssiqpBp5jh0&start_radio=1
さすがに今日は無理しないでおこうかな💦
みんなも良い週末を過ごしてね(´꒳`)🍀
I’m really glad you’ve found the love for yourself, I hope the universe continues to your well. Tides rise and fall, light and shade intertwine. When the great waves recede, what remains is the lighting gold, born from the soft, hidden side of the shade.
Over time, in a close friend group, such central-heating machine tend to dilute everyone’s goodwill, the closer you are to them, the less special you feel, why?
Later during a girls’ talk session, I joked: “That guy acts like a good wife in an abusive marriage, always making excuses for her damn axxhole husband: ‘He’s not that bad!”
Many people have to go through the process of returning to their own intuition. As a psychology pro, I can recognize these patterns and help clients from a detached perspective. But as myself, I live by, okay, Respect, bless, and let everyone bear their own fate! If you make me dislike you, you are flat!
But “humanity” is something that emerged by stripping away our animal nature. We surrendered parts of our instinctive rights in exchange for what we call the social contract, which is an agreement meant to benefit everyone collectively, as we wrote before. Rationality and logic, I think on the other hand, are products of that secondary, constructed layer.
https://youtu.be/aihulpTyDvs?si=Mq102E1tuazihKbi
So precisely because I’m such a mystical Ni-user, I can "know" when the people around me are in a vortex or turmoil, without needing any physical cue. I can "see" when the water in the big vat is full or ebbing. Sometimes it’s like the moon, round, then flat, then round again. The sea rises and falls, light comes from the depth of shade, like the moon’s face has both light and shade.
I’m deeply grateful for your presence, and always pray for your Highest Good in the universe!
Because I’m like this, everything I write——messages, posts, stories——are rarely pre-planned or structured in advance. They all come from spontaneous divergence in the moment, yet they always end up unfolding naturally into a complete, coherent loop.
In a way, I’m both extremely changeable and extremely fixed, my moods shift constantly, yet I’ll also judge something at first sight and never change my mind again. I think that’s a very typical trait of an introverted-intuition user.
At first, I just wanted to write porn that skipped the process and left only metaphors, letting NPC experience and praise my ideal wife for me. But as I wrote it turned into this. Just like all my writing
SDV is a world where magic exists, yet only players can access it. NPCs are, to a certain extent, “materialists”, even if some like Seb and Abby might harbor an interest in magic. I believe I'm portraying this absurd perspective.
Right. One supernatural mystery at a time. First, he had to get his very drunk wife back to the farm without either of them falling into a ditch. Second, he had to figure out how to undo whatever damage her excessive imbibing had done to their relationship. And third...
Well, third could wait until morning. After he’d gotten some sleep. And possibly a stiff drink of his own.
His thoughts raced, tumbling over themselves like dice in a cup. The void egg, the Junimos, the strange purple-hatted stranger at the Spirit Day—all evidence of forces beyond the mundane. Forces Clear seemed to sense instinctively, even if she interpreted them through the lens of her gaming obsession, declaring that she's the "protagonist of this farming sim game". Could there really be something to her wizard theory after all? Had he been too hasty in dismissing it?
Then Clear hiccuped loudly beside him, breaking his train of thought.
Clear blinked up at him, her sapphire eyes unfocused. "Air? Why would we want air?" she slurred, leaning heavily against him. "This is fun! People are happy! We’re happy!"
He wrapped an arm around her waist, supporting her weight as she teetered precariously. "Because I think you’ve had enough champagne for one night," he replied, steering her towards the door. Behind them, Sam and Abigail exchanged guilty looks.
Outside, the cool evening breeze did little to sober Clear up. If anything, it seemed to invigorate her. "Oooh, stars!"
Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose. This was not how this was supposed to go. He’d imagined a sweet, romantic evening where he slowly wore down her resolve, not a raucous bender ending with her passed out in the hayloft. Where was Maru when you needed her?
As if summoned by thought, his half-sister materialized at his side, holding out a glass of water. "Here," she said, pressing it into his palm. "She’s had enough."
"I think that’s enough," he muttered, catching her wrist as she raised the fork again. He shot Sam and Abigail a pointed glare. "Somebody needs to cut her off."
Sam raised his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, hey, easy there, Mr. Grumpy Groom. We were just having fun!" He elbowed Abigail, who burst into peals of laughter.
But Clear wasn’t done. "Nope! Nope nope nopity-nop!"
"No, no, no!" Clear giggled, batting away the proffered drink with a surprisingly steady hand. "Not for me! I’m driving tonight!" Her speech was slightly slurred, her cheeks flushed a pretty pink. Sebastian felt his stomach drop. Driving? What was she talking about? Their farmhouse was less than a mile away. And what happened to the whole ‘vital essence’ thing? Since when did she drink?
Abigail sidled up beside him, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Looks like someone’s forgotten why we’re here," she murmured, nodding towards Clear. "Better act fast, Seb. She’s not gonna last much longer at this rate."
As the reception kicked into high gear, Sebastian’s carefully laid plans began to unravel. Abigail and Sam were supposed to subtly offer Clear a few sips of wine, not force-feed her half the vineyard.