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šŸ³ļøā€āš§ļøšŸ³ļøā€šŸŒˆāš§ļø (they/them, 35+) Overthinking characters and over-researching for fanfic writing. Pushing a Vulgate Cycle agenda. Contents: psychology, larp, fanfic, genshin, arthuriana Tumblr: liminalpsych, liminalpsych-in-Teyvat AO3: liminalpsych

Travel workstation on a small coffee table at a coffee shop. Folding protoarc ergo keyboard. Kensington slim blade trackball mouse with wrist cushion. Phone stand holding up a small green notebook. iPad with Magic Keyboard on table, covered in a green snake scale decal skin. Green Serotonin Outdoors pocket folding table raising a black laptop to eye level.
A screenshot of the AutoSleep app, showing a 6am-10:36am sleep session, with 46 minutes of deep sleep and 3:30hrs of quality sleep. Every metric is red, indicating theyā€™re significantly below target.
A thin plank of plywood from the interior wall of an old RV, showing the inner layers of the wall and its insulation.
Video of a gray tabby kitten playing with a fake sword.
A series of newspapers from 1940, from the Norwegian Resistance Museum (credit to Visit Norway website)
Setka the blue tabby kitten stares up at the camera with his tail curled over his back.
Characteristics High Demand but Not Responsive: Parents have high demands and anticipations yet do not address their childrenā€™s emotional needs. Minimal Affection: Little to no emotional warmth or affection is shown towards the child. Limited Options for Children:Children have very few choices or autonomy, and decisions are made strictly by their parents. Punishments without Explanation: Punishments are given without explaining their reasons, leaving the child to follow the rules without understanding. Quick to React to Misbehavior: Parents punish misbehavior harshly, with little consideration for the childā€™s perspective. No Room for Negotiation: Rules are rigid, and there is no flexibility or room for negotiation or discussion between parents and children. Lack of Trust: Parents lack trust in their childrenā€™s decision-making ability, leading to tight control. Child Shaming: Shaming or criticizing the child is used to enforce obedience and compliance. https://mentalhealthcenterkids.com/blogs/articles/authoritative-vs-authoritarian-parenting
A graph of the 15 days after surgery showing pain (slowly decreases), energy (slowly increases), mood (initial high, emotional low around day 4-5, another increase, another low around day 11, and then return to normal), and swelling (increase day 1-3 and then gradual decrease)
Messy handwritten notes to self
Cup of dagenskaffe from Supreme Roastworks next to a pot of kaffe and a plate of almond croissant.
On a red shield, a gold porcupine with blue hooves.
The snow-dusted nose of a bay miniature horse is close up to the camera lens
A juvenile rooster with silver-laced hackles, bronze back, cream laced saddle feathers, cream flight feathers, dark body, fluffy feet, and iridescent green tail.
#GenshinImpact #YumemizukiMizuki "Hmm, how to describe this old friend of mine... Well, she's an intriguing one, but 'cute' isn't exactly the word I'd go for. Being the finest clinical psychologist in all of Inazuma, she has a remarkable talent for reading others' minds. Yet when it comes to her own, she keeps it so tightly sealed that even I struggle to fathom what she's thinking. If you ever have the pleasure of meeting her, why don't you try guessing for yourself?" ā€” Yae Miko ā—† Name: Yumemizuki Mizuki ā—† Title: Embrace of Enchanting Dreams ā—† Clinical Psychologist and Major Shareholder of Aisa Bathhouse ā—† Vision: Anemo ā—† Constellation: Tapirus Somniator
According to ancient Inazuman folk tales, as the day wanes and eyelids grow heavy, if you're very lucky, you might just catch a glimpse of a yumekui-baku ā€” a kind of youkai that can slip into your dreams and devour the nightmares that prey upon your slumber. Household figures from the world of lore and legend, these youkai gradually sought to carve out a place for themselves within human society. When the Aisa Bathhouse reopened with fresh funding, a group of yumekui-baku ā€” having taken on the form of human girls ā€” stepped forth into the public eye as clinical psychologists. Yet without a shadow of a doubt, there is one who stands out above all the rest, and her name is Yumemizuki Mizuki. Somehow, even when treating the most despondent of clients, she always manages to help them discover a newfound sense of happiness. Within just a few short months of business, a veritable torrent of positive reviews had solidified her reputation as an invaluable asset to the Aisa Bathhouse. Some have surmised that the success of such therapy must have something to do with their ability to consume nightmares as yumekui-baku; but confronted with such speculations, Mizuki responds with naught but a knowing smile. Only a handful of people ever sense a hint of the faint weariness hidden beneath her calm demeanor...
A yellow crowned Amazon parrot holding a small pirate flag in one foot while perched on a personā€™s shoulder.
Gray tabby juvenile cat with both paws laid across a personā€™s arm while they sit at a table.
A screenshot of a Honkai Star Rail ā€œEquationā€ (nihility x abundance) that reads: "Nihility" is a relentless disease embedded within "existence," gnawing at consciousness, life, and the very fabric of the universe. The gloomy abyss consumes the bodies of self-annihilators, while the fog of self-doubt pulls civilization into black holes. How profoundly tragic THEIR being is, and how diminutive you are in comparison! You will mend the flaws THEY left behind, filling the hollow chambers of the human heart with jigsaw pieces of meaning. You will hold those who wander in a delicate trance, using clouds and potions to calm the world's aching void. You will catch every soul about to jump into the whirlpool and soothe every spirit fallen into annihilation. At last, you will prove the existence of the self and show that everything holds meaning.
Argentiā€™s light cone depicts a pale, silver-armored knight with long red hair kneeling, his left hand on his chest and his lance upright in his right hand, before an off-screen woman with her hands outstretched towards his face. He looks up at her with single-minded worshipful devotion. Roses and rose petals flutter across the foreground.
Argenti faces away from the viewer, looking over his shoulder. Heā€™s an anime-style knight in silver and red armor with a red lance, long red hair flowing in the wind, backlit by a blinding white light that obscures any backdrop. The text labeled ā€œArgentiā€ reads ā€œDo not worry. You will hear my shout: ā€˜Idrila, the Beauty, is the most peerless beauty of them all!ā€™ā€
Open the cave door of heaven, tear asunder the layers of clouds, and come to listen to our prayer. Seek first forgiveness from the skies above. Kamisato Ayato knelt in the court of the Almighty Shogun amidst the pressure of a rising storm and a hundred judging eyes. He knelt in the aftermath of a clan's destruction, in the stench of his traitorous aunt's blood, and spoke the oaths Eternity required. The Narukami chained him in title and office, gilded with status and heavy with duty. He surrendered, cold and willing, to the bindings he'd paid for in blood and shame. He arose as the Yashiro Commissioner, and all who would contest his claim lay dead by Her Eternal Excellency's blade. Seek forgiveness then from the land and sea below. Then, recite prayers to quench the anger of the gods. Kamisato Ayato knelt beneath the Sacred Sakura amidst the buffeting of mountain winds and the chime of suzu bells. He made offerings of rice and sake, his duty-bound body and sacrificed soul, fresh flowers and salt, and spoke the formal gratitude prayers that tradition required.
In a chicken yard, a black and white Wyandotte rooster stands with one leg tucked up. A larger red Brahma rooster is leaning on his flank.
This reads just like standard boilerplate CYA legalese. CYA legalese specifically targeted at countries, in fact, not users. If I had to guess what thatā€™s about: They process (and probably store at least some) of the data in the US and regardless of their attempts at compliance, the EU has been making noises about data being processed in the US being dubious under Article 6 of the GDPRā€”at least without agreementā€”because of some US laws around law enforcement access. So at a guess: They donā€™t want to get prosecuted under the GDPR because of something US law enforcement did. This also has a flavor of going ā€œweā€™re a small team and we _cannot_ keep up with, let alone deal with, whatever the changing legal landscape is, especially wrt data sovereignty. So here, you acknowledge that weā€™re doing this in the US and is only as good as our infrastructure!ā€ Iā€™m not sure thatā€™s a _great_ legal argument, but it is not nothing. As far as US law enforcement access goes, Iā€™d start with: Do not post about your crimes on AO3.
And so the first blush of morning revealed Kamisato Ayato wandering a grapevine labyrinth, losing himself to its twists and turns to avoid his destination. Winter powdered Ayato into a faint spirit blurred by falling snow. The manor lay ahead, alight with hearthfire and the promise of warmth, foreign and familiar all at once. Silhouettes crossed the window: a flash of summer sun that once illuminated an Inazuman estate. Behind it trailed a blackened flame like the corona of an eclipse, or the red dawn heralding a stormā€”a figure that paused at the windowpane and stared out into the haunted field. The manor door slammed open, an explosion of sound to shatter the icy silence. The darkened figure blazed crimson in the light of a claymore shimmering into his hands. He seethed with protective menace, but he couldnā€™t fully occlude the sunā€”Thoma hovered behind him, an unmistakable gleam of ruddy golden hair and fireside warmth. Ayato clutched at the ruby Vision hidden beneath his coat, against his ribs, half a breath from his heart.
A gray kitten sits in bed curtains that are tied to a bedpost.
By liminalpsych. Chapter 19, pillar of fortitude. Summary: The last time we did this, I learned how he betrayed me. Ayato fumbled with the obi of his bathing yukata, clumsy with a sudden numbness. Warmth stilled his struggle, a searing touch: Thoma's hand on his. "Allow me, milord," he said. Ayato's fingers tightened around the obi, resistant. The last time we did this, I almost lost him. The net closes. New leaves sprout from ancient branches, and even the most stunted tree reaches for sunlight.
A Matter of Duty by liminalpsych. Chapter 18: Vested interests and hidden agendas. Summary: Ayato breathed through the knotwork in his stomach. He fixed his gaze on the prisoner. The grimace of pain and dripping sweat were far easier to bear than the sight of Thoma realizing at last what his lord had become. What I must become. For everyone's sake. - The prisoner is interrogated. Ayato and Thoma deal with the aftermath.
Something about the Traveler as witness. Angsty experimental piece. Itā€™s a theme that comes up repeatedly, in every land they go to: ā€œwitness this, remember this, write this, sing this when I am gone, you are not of this land and can remember when no one else canā€. It hits me hard every time (as a psychotherapist, who witnesses so many inner lives that then move on without me, as they should; and I am the container for so many stories that I cannot share; and it is sometimes terribly lonely). Hits harder still when the Traveler remembers Rukkhadevata and no one else does, and the Traveler canā€™t even talk about it. Holding the space for people and nations and gods. They are not the main character, they are the lens.
Hidden Akasha Records Summertime Fest, with Jean and Barbara in their summer outfits in the background
ā€œWhat's your goal?" *The clan cannot afford further rumors.* Thoma frowned down at the dye jars and managed to keep his hands from shaking. "I can't risk being identified. I need to not be recognized." ā€œHmm. Walk a circle." He obeyed, pacing the tight circumference Izumiya Inn's back room. "Tilt your head. Mm, no, like..." Reina caught his chin between two fingers to move his face up and down, catching light and shadow at different angles. "How long did you say you've been in Inazuma?" "I didn't, but it's been about three years." "How's your acting?" Thoma chewed at his lower lip. "I can put on a friendly face when I'm upset, does that count?" "Stop that." Reina rapped his lip with a knuckle; his mouth fell open, taken aback by her boldness. "Have to take better care of your appearance in this job. And a friendly face counts for something, but if you aren't convincing as Inazuman, people will start looking for what you're hiding. Little things'll give you away."