#cause im mostly using it for learning notes

[sylviegirly]

man my obsidian note graph looks so fucking haphazard LMFAO

[tobesolnelyx]

inlove with fratboy shauna… has me thinking of fratboy lottie now, ughhh seriously i would love to see that—

— sports car || fratboy and g!p lottie matthews headcanons 🦌

a/n: no cause the vision is CLEAR. immediately thought about those courtney’s pics in caps. fratboy!lottie gives extreme tate mcrae songs vibes omg.

summary: she’s a spoiled frat but at least she likes you, right? girlfriend!lottie. modern college au.

warnings: NSFW content - MDNI

★ — to begin with - most people at college think she’s a rich, spoiled, bratty asshole. and you know what? she kinda is. she always has those stupid sunglasses (she thinks they’re making her look cool— uh, well…). she has a cap collection, too! probably tried once melissa’s one, and decided to buy weird amount of them. i mean, it’s not like she has better things to spoil money on.

★ — probably things would stay like this. if she hadn’t met you.

★ — you met her when she…kicked soccer ball so hard that it hit your head. you’re just random victim who was walking beside the field. it was afternoon, not really a practice. she just wanted to play with her buddies or whatever.

“shit, are you alright?” she immediately went to check on you. cause maybe she is an asshole, but not entirely heartless one. “im so sorry. i swear it was an accident…”

you glared at her, but she looked genuinely concerned about you. of course, you heard about her, you were prepared she’ll laugh it off or something. she didn’t. like in those cheesy romantic movies— you both were screwed up since that very moment.

★ — she swiftly becomes possessive over you. sometimes it’s subtle. just arm around your waist, mostly around your shoulders, when you’re walking together. sometimes it isn’t. she drags you on her lap at parties and friends meetings, resting chin on your shoulder. sometimes her hands are going way too low or way too high. you swat them off but she grins the the devil. (she loves spreading hands on your thighs and belly tho.)

★ — she’s so possessive and protective that you can be sure she’s going to get into a fight for you. actually, every occasion to smash some man’s face is a good one. and if someone is being mean to you, or worse, flirts with you? she’s ending with bruised knuckles, cracking someone’s nose.

★ — she’s ridiculously rich. she has some expensive car, leather and shits. always making a show with it. she also likes to fuck you on it’s hood. and in those moment? she’s surprisingly not overreacting because you made a mess. this freak is going to lick your cum from the hood. (well, it’s pedantic clean anyway. sometimes you think she might be caring about her car more than about you.)

★ — right! she’s whiny as fuck. actually acting like a toddler sometimes. no wonders, lottie learned that she always gets what she wants. so when you’re not paying attention to her annoying ass, she starts pouting.

“babe, im busy.” you murmur and she whines trying to snitch your notes for the next class.

“c’mon.” she pokes you. “i can buy you fake diploma anyway.” she rolls her eyes while chewing loudly on her gum.

“wha—“ you stare at her, wondering if she ever uses those braincells. “that’s not the point!”

she just scoffs wrapping arms around you and pressing kiss to your head. she’s way taller than you, so sorry buddy, you’re trapped now.

★ — oh right, her mission is to spoil you, too. you see something on internet, saying that it is pretty and after few days she throws package at your lap. hands on hips and she’s smiling proudly.

“lottie that’s hundreds of bucks i—“ you start but she just shrugs. like it’s fucking nothing.

“yeah, and?” she tap your nose. “it was cheap anyway.”

it wasn’t. at least not for you.

★ — you have hundreds of gifts from her. jewellery, clothes, music records, books. anything you mentioned once, that you would like to have. it’s not like you even asking her for it. but you let her buy things anyway. you think it’s some love language.

★ — she buys you lingeries, obviously. goes to the store with you, sitting there while you’re trying them on. bulge growing visible and hard in her pants. until she just shoves you against the wall and fucks you senselessly covering your mouth with her hand. you’re messing up this lingerie. not a problem tho. she pays for ruined and new one for you.

★ — loves teasing you. not only in bed. she just loves being annoying. never knows when to shut up, when to stop.

“are you done?” you ask her when she’s constantly poking you or pinching. she’s just bored, c’mon! just give her attention!

“nuh uh.” she says with stupid smile and she simply throws herself at you. caging you for the next few hours. (eventually getting a boner after a while and you have to jerk her off).

★ — lottie who loves to take you everywhere with her. on her soccer games. family gatherings or vacation. she just loves to show you off. loves to have you close. and you’re always in those pretty dresses she buys you.

★ — lottie who will eventually take them off while her parents are asleep. you guys are messing up sheets, but who cares? someone will clean it anyway. she’ll make you ride her face only to look at you desperately grinding against her tongue. she holds your hips, while her dick is embarrassingly close to eruption from this sight alone.

★ — she kind of sucks at words of affirmation. she’s mean to you. sometimes. sometimes you can’t stand her ass but she’s trying. and she would literally crash out if she’d lose you. she won’t tho. if she had to, she would lock you in some expensive apartment and wait until you would want to be with her again (as a joke…obviously…)

[returntosunder]

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[tiramissyoucake]

Not super descriptive, im afraid, but I enjoyed your last Gdorf fic and was hoping to request another :3 with gender neutral pronouns and terms if that's alright🙏

Something along the lines of him making you ride him/grind against his knee while he sits on the throne, with some good old-fashioned degradation, along with throwing in some praise here and there. Most ideally, OOT or TP Ganondorf in mind! But that's all up to you, I'm not picky.

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI, reader is his loyal attendant here- pre-marriage even? GN so very vague genitalia description. 1k words semi proof read.

CW: NSFW, thigh-riding, use of 'slut', 'whore' Ganondorf being mean but he still loves reader, reader doesnt get to nut yet.

notes: finally.. an excuse to write more for him, thanks for ur request !! he has muscular thighs in all versions so technically all versions work. this is called thigh-riding, right? for some reason it doesn't do it for me but anything Ganondorf related is good. NEW DIVIDER DEBUT tell me how ya'll like it.

Your job was simple, answer when called and obey commands. Ganondorf was a no-nonsense man, so you ensured everything was perfect, your appearance, your work, your posture and speech.

Today was quiet, Ganondorf called for you from the throne room. Your steps were consistently quick- urgently responding to his call while keeping a dignified image. You automatically lowered your head reaching him, he stood near the throne, approaching you, a smile stretching across his strong features; your obedience was always a welcome sight.

“Raise your head, my loyal attendant.” His voice was carried across the room, you followed his order, looking at your king as your hands subtly smoothed down your uniform, the one he insisted you wear.

“I apologize for making you wait, my king. I was tending to the archives.” You explained as smoothly as you could, his eyes followed your every movement, it always made a shiver shoot up your spine. (one you learned to suppress)

“Do you tire of these journeys?” He started, velvet voice coaxing you to drop the formalities for a moment, you always had to look up when talking to him; though you assumed anyone would if they weren’t a tall specimen of the Goron or Zora.

Your confused glance made him continue. “You have many tasks to complete in my palace, you’re only close to me when it’s my chambers or this very throne room.” He settled down onto his rightful throne, one hand clutching the armrest while the other propped his head up to look at you properly. “We should assign you a seat here, shouldn’t we?”

Your first answer was no, where would it go? Next to the throne? That was a position for someone like the king’s spouse; you were just an attendant. He did not wait for an answer and simply patted his thigh. “Come here.”

He anticipated your hesitance, you stood in front of him, and he maneuvered you easily in his hands to sit on his muscular thigh, the sudden movement almost caused you to fall completely on him. Your hand firmly rested on his shoulder and bicep. it was… shockingly comfortable. Most of his armor was focused on his chest so his legs were mostly just clothed.

“Relax, when have I ever harmed you?” Ganondorf carefully tugged you closer, feeling how snug you were against him he couldn’t help a chuckle from emanating, the closeness made you blush. “Do I strike fear into your heart, my little attendant?”

He didn’t mind your secure grasp on him as he tugged you closer, the movement and pressure making you gasp before you could answer, his height, his size, everything overwhelmed you as he gently moved you back and forth. His voice lowered as he leaned closer to you. “Isn’t this what you deserve? The perfect seat for my one and only obedient attendant...” his tone was oddly sweet, the low volume making his voice carry more vibration and gruffness than it already did.

Your lips were parted, you knew you’d be a fool to object to your king’s affections, but should you be seen like this? In such a debauched way in front of the man you devoted your existence to? “But... someone might see us- sir...!”

Ganondorf laughed, deep and rich as he held your hips firmly, he could feel you begin to struggle against his planted hands holding you in place, he knew you wouldn’t disappoint him. “No one would step foot in here unless I command it.”

That assured you a bit, but he pressed on. “Do you think me cruel enough to let you be seen in such a manner? By anyone except me? flushed and panting on my thigh like a shameless slut…” you knew he was possessive, but never over you. you could barely focus over the building pleasure between your legs, you mentally curse the underlayer of your uniform, the cloth clung to your skin and yet you could feel everything and it was hard to keep your composure in your king's hands like this.

You glanced at him pleadingly, he cooed at you almost mockingly as his hands loosened, allowing you to set your own pace. “… should I let you be seen like this?” You had to look away, the idea was shameful, but you felt even more guilt at the arousal pooling within.

“Perhaps I should place you on my thigh like this when I work? I’d enjoy looking at a writhing little slut like you as I finish my tasks…” he chuckled darkly as you moved your hips less subtly now, hands clinging to whatever fabric peeked out from beneath his armor.

“P-please, my king…” you whimpered, it was pathetically amusing yet arousing, Ganondorf held your jaw in his hand and forced you to look up at him, your hip movements slowed but hadn’t stopped, you couldn’t stop, not when the pressure of his thigh was against all the right places, pressing your buttons and getting you so close but it wasn’t enough; you needed him to touch you.

“Please what? You have the gall to make demands to your king? When you’re humping my thigh like a needy whore?” his hand clutched your hip tightly as he sat up, the pressure forcing a choked moan out of you as your grip fastened onto him for stability. “What’s the matter? Is this too much for you?”

He moved you harshly once more, the friction shooting at your senses so quickly you couldn’t reply unless it was a lewd request for him to ruin you. he laughed, kissing your neck, it would have been a sweet gesture had it not been for his hands guiding your frantic riding back and forth.

You were always so obedient, always sacrificing anything for his pleasure and approval, seeing you chase your release so greedily. It was a sight to behold; you were always the quiet little attendant, seeing this side of you only made his desire for you triple, he could barely hold himself back.

He stopped you by grounding you down onto him, enough to stop you but not enough to hurt you. He sat up properly once more, leaning down to speak into your ear. “Enough. you’ve shown me just how much of a good attendant you can be…”

Disappointment and guilt racked your being, was this some sort of test that you failed? Had you disappointed him? Your questions were stopped as he manhandled you once more, carefully he picked you up and stood, his bulking strength made you feel like your weight was nothing as you were fitted snugly in his arms. “I was serious, you know; I won’t let you be seen like this by anyone but me... Now, be quiet until we reach my chambers.”

[big-box-of-kinda-silly-fop-ideas]

Just wanted to make like a proper way bio thing for peri (irep coming soon probably if i bother)

I would write fanfiction but uh idk if i could so these are more like characters notes

real long post below

Peri is a highly independent adult, he doesn’t like being coddled or touched without any warning and isnt the type to ask for help at all even if he really needs it. He’s an extremely closed off person using the suave act as a way to personally seperate himself to others which he developed due to his celebrity status, the suave personality also acts as a way to keep face as he never knows where could be camera. He pretends this cool collected guy, that can worm his way to getting anything (which is true) that has everything under control but in reality he’s this kinda dorky dude, that always anxious on how people perceive him and his grades. He’s an overachiever, after the initial first baby born hype died down he’s mostly known as the really smart youngest fairy in existence, he’s was an academic weapon throughout spellementary school and hs (im basing his education system off mine which is only two schools no middle 4-12 and 12-18) and came to uni with overconfidence in his educational abilities. Theres one thing thats consistent between his suave act and his actual self which is he’s petty as hell and very snarky, you can try talking him down but he’ll roast you back or give you a vaguely threatening threat. As well as being a bit prideful and vain, like he knows he’s pretty and smart and cares a lot about his appearance.

In this uni au he’ll be a bit of a static character he doesnt grow much, and struggles with demonstrating his affection or his struggles. (Which is why dev and peri dont exactly work much cause peri is overcompensating on how much coddling he got, and show affection in a more subtle way that dev doesn’t need as he need a more direct way (and heres a thought i dont think peri wouldve ever said he cared for dev unless delirious) ) . But he’s more openly affectionate with his parents cause he loves them. What he mainly goes through is humbling, he starts fairly prideful and overconfident but starts to slowly crumble from the pressure and anxiety. As in he doesnt say no to anything, hes somehow always busy or doing something, he also studies not enough and too much (crams shit in) and he also got his celebrity things to do. Another arc will be opening up to Goldie and Irep (but they'll be his only friends) cause he doesnt learn shit about how to socialise without depending on the act. He’s also easily frustrated, if things dont go in the way he wants he gets frustrated at himself, like he really put his self worth on his abilities to do things and less on who he is as a person. Like everyone praised him for his intelligence, charm, talent, magic and appearance, like he hates being coddled but he likes being praised, while irep doesnt get praised and seeks getting praised. But that doesnt change the fact he is a genuinely nice-ish person he just doesn’t like disappointing people, especially those close to him but he’s got a bit of an ego but not in a narcissistic way but in a young adult way where he doesnt exactly think for others first but for himself because he doesnt want to disappoint people. (Which is seen in battle of dimmsonian where hes more worried about being seen by his parents and his career choices then dev). Which is also why he’s a stickler to the rules, like he doesnt want people to think he’s bad person but also jorgen literally drilled it into him that breaking the rules is bad. Like he’s the type to do it right by the books, that comes from him being a bit of a people pleaser, and genuine concern of him messing up his perfect facade.

Speaking of Goldie, i would describe their relationship as fairly close. It takes a while for the either of them to open up to anything personal but they start off as friends of mutual benefits. They use eachother as study buddies, people to hang out with and to talk about their slightly weird interests. And the more they go through uni the more they will confide with each other. Like i imagine a tipping off point for their friendship is when peri finally breaks and gets like a panic attack, Goldie will be there to boost him up. Irep is also their friend but he’s in it more to best Peri or to piss him off. Irep is one of few to see through his act and knows how to break it.

Like genuinely i do think hazel and peri may be counterparts to each other like they both lost their sibling figure, both overthinks scenarios and both want to be appear more mature then they actually are. Like i want anw to be where he grows the most because he’s more challenged to question his behaviours and habits, especially with how these traits affect his and dev’s relationship for the worse.

[acrobetia]

SWTD Fish Bowl AU, Part 1: Siren's Stress(And So He Woke) +ft. art by me!

I have been wanting to write a new story/AU for a long time and even more so when I joined the Still Wakes The Deep fandom, and I finally got an idea at like 1AM a few days ago for a Caz "survives" AU, though in this he did technically die- The Shape just revived him.

I wanna know how you guys feel about this idea, I have the first chapter done! Dont expect all details to stay the same lol.

It's called the Fish Bowl AU because in this AU Caz became a fish-like infected due to The Shape but maintains all his sanity, and the whole Baira D Crew are ghosts, and are trapped in the Baira D ruins(like an invisible "fish bowl/tank", in order to leave the ruins, the only way is to follow Caz out, but once out they can't be more than 50 feet away from him or they will be dragged along like a ballon(might change the distance to be shorter). I didn't actually have a reason when I initially named it- I just thought it was a cute/silly name, but it actually works.

Im still learning about the characters and how to write their accents and all, but it'll improve as we continue! I mostly focused on Caz, Innes and Muir so I gotta study the other characters. The finished version will have much stronger accent, I'll probably write it in my own way then add in more Scottish slang as I review.

This is the only chapter that'll have a mid-chapter timeskip, technically its earlier than mid, i dont usually do them in chapters so the transitions may be a little odd there.

Main Characters(In order of importance): Caz, Mhairi, Brodie, Rob, Finlay... maybe Hans, Muir, Innes, Raffs, and Rennick.

MCs may change in the future as I lay out the story more, but Caz, Mhairi, and Brodie will remain essential. May keep Innes and Muir for more relationship variety and an excuse to write Muirinnes.

Spoilers for the DLC Siren's Rest and the main game! Also TW for profanity of course(thanks Caz), mild gore, and art of infected Caz(so, bodyhorror ig).

If y'all are interested in seeing the finished version lmk! Also, this is my first Tumblr post hehe.

Hopefully it works cause it keeps giving me an error while typing.

Note for Readers: The Shape is called The Beast by the crew since they dont know what it's called, they'll probably come up with the name The Shape for it later. The term The Shape will be used in descriptors still though.

This man's hair is a pain in the ass to draw, originally had a beard and mustache but it looked like too much, assume transformation made the hair fall off.

Words: 5165

His head felt so tingly.

He couldn't tell if it was comforting, scary, pleasant, or painful, it felt so weird, he was cold, but felt overheated at the same time, but what he was certain of, is that he was not on land.

Caz remembered everything, not that he's happy about it, but it's all that played in his mind, like he was in an eternal sleep, either floating mid-air just… watching the waves of the North Sea, or remembering his best and worst moments, from marrying Suze to blowing up the Baira, he felt… empty, in the achy sort of way.

He didn't know how much time passed, it felt like 1 minute just as much as it felt like 1 millennia.

While lost in thought, not like he has anything else to do, he felt a tug in his head, Caz whimpered and resisted, at first fighting the feeling of something dragging him down into the waves he's been watching for what could've been eternity, before giving in and letting it happen.

Caz gasped when he woke, sitting up, only to shout in pain at the pounding in his skull, “FUCK!” he yelped, gripping his head for a few moments until the pain began to subside, looking up with a wince, blinking a bit to clear his eyes, looking around, his eyes widened, “what the fuck…?” he said in a weak mutter as he noticed he was underwater inside a big metal storage crate that he could see through holes along the sides, his vision felt funny, it was dark, he could tell that, but he could see just fine, it was almost dead silent, besides the creaking of metal around him.

The baira, he was back at the oil rig, which was now sunken and a massive wreck… “how the hell-” he looked down, almost screaming at the sight of his own body, hand flinging up to cover his mouth, causing him to freeze up before he even touched his mouth to see the fin-like membrane growing from the bottom side of his forearm, he could control it too! Making it open and close easily.

Caz looks down again with a shaky breath, seeing the long appendage that came from where his legs once were, instead replaced by a mass of flesh like that which he saw on the infected back on the Baira, but for some reason… he wasn't going wild.

Caz observes his own hands, noticing the small tumours where his body had once been separated, it seems the explosion he caused destroyed him, but The Shape decided to sow him back together… with tumours… how lovely and thoughtful of it.

Caz flinched when he heard something collapse, whipping his head to see a large debris of rock falling and striking the crate he was in, causing a large enough hole for him to easily squeeze through, before the rock fell deeper into what appeared to be a trench.

Taking a deep breath, Caz worked up the courage to try and move, so with an ease that shocked even himself, he swam like an eel would, his torso laying flat forward with his finned arms helping to propel him faster, his tail slithering forward and out of the crate, the gills and fins pulling as he moved, he was slightly disoriented at first by the extra eyes about his body, so he managed to close them all so he only saw through his main eyes.

He swam into the nearest accessible part of the Baira, finding himself swimming through administration, it was familiar, but eerily different, he doesn't know how long he was gone… but for this much rust to develop, it had to be at least a few years, a few months if you're feeling generous.

He explored and found Rennicks office, or what remained of it, poking around looking through the pricks stuff since he wasnt there to stop him, Caz smirked in amusement as he dug through Rennicks drawers, eyes softening with curiosity when he found a few photos of what must've been Rennicks children, maybe nephews, he doesn't know, not that it matters-

“What the fuck are ya doing in my office, McLeary?” Rennick's voice suddenly showed up, his tone bored and annoyed, looking at Caz as if he expected the man not even to notice him.

“What the- how are you here, you daft prick?” Caz exclaimed, looking at Rennick with wide eyes, Rennick seemed to return the surprised look.

“...You can see me?” Rennick asked, raising a brow and crossing his arms.

Caz snorted, shrugging “eh, well halfway, you gotta turn up your opacity,” he chuckles, “I can see right through ya,”

“Not that you look any better, McLeary.”

“Oh fuck off, you cunt,” Caz rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, “did you no see what you looked like back on the rig? I look like a fuckin’ supermodel compared to what you were,”

“Haud yer wheesht, you clatty gobshite,” Rennick hissed, eyes narrowing at Caz.

Caz chuckled, swimming past Rennick, expecting to bump into him, but instead going right through him, “you some sort of ghost, Rennick? You cannae be the only one, aye?”

“Aye, the others are all like this too,” Rennick grumbled, begrudgingly following Caz through the crumbling Baira.

“Really? I dinnae believe it…” Caz huffed, the two swam in silence, or uh… more like Rennick just… floated along, like a balloon connected to Caz by an invisible thread.

While lost in thought, he found himself in the trench more than 200 metres under the North Sea, down in engineering, and eventually navigating to accommodations, appreciating his new body that could squeeze into itself like an octopus to get through too-small places, meanwhile Rennick just went through the walls.

“How long has this place been down here?” Caz inquired curiously, glancing at Rennick who gave a slight shrug.

“9 or 10 years, I dinnae, Trot’s was the one counting the days,”

“Huh… so I've been out for a while, aye?”

“Aye, a lot of us were confused why you dinnae showed up after death like the rest of us, we just figured you moved to the next life or whatever, that's what Roy said, and everyone went with it.”

“Sounds right of him to say,” Caz mused, shaking his head with a slight smile.

Once they reached the Crew lounge, he was surprised to find almost the entire crew, some were missing, but everyone Caz knew well was there; Finlay, Brodie, Raffs, Roy, Innes, Muir, Roper, Douglas, Scooby, Dobbie, Devros, O'Conner, Archie, Addair, even Gregor! Other's too, the list goes on, but he doesn't know all of them that well so he mainly noticed the ones he was closer with.

“Hay Caz! Long time no see!” Finlay shouted, smirking and floating over, “where've you been this whole time, Caz? you're the only one we haven't seen,”

“I was in a closed crate, one of the big metal ones, dinnae know how I got in there, but I was there,”

“Ah, well once we all appeared like this the only sign of you was your decapitated unrecognizable head lodged under debris and some other parts scattered about that'd vanish over time, only knew it was you ‘cause of the helmet, we thought the fishes were eating you up, looks like the beast did a miracle on ya,”

“Aye, cannae deny that, though I dinnae appreciate the tumours holding me together,” Caz said, huffing, “cannae even have a good smoke down here in the ocean,”

“Aye aye, was a pain for me, Caz, you know me, not like a pack or two can kill us now,”

“Aye… though why didnae you return to the surface?” Caz asked, raising a brow, “it ain't that lovely down here, is it?”

“We can't,” Brodie suddenly chimed in, floating over to greet Caz, observing his new look curiously, “been a while, hasn't it Caz?” Brodie smiled, Caz nodding, “Aye well, we cannae leave the Baira, we can go a little away but no further than a few metres, it's like we're bound to this place,”

“Jesus… that sounds horrible,” Caz muttered, “...maybe I can find a way to fix it?” Caz suggested.

“That's mighty generous, but we've tried everything,” Roy suddenly spoke, “hello Caz, if I could hug you I would but we cannae touch,” Roy mused, reaching over but his hand phased right through Caz's shoulder, immediately retracting his hand back to his side, “you had me thinking you'd moved on without us,”

Caz laughed slightly, rolling his eyes, “I'd never do that to you guys,” he chuckled.

“Come on then! Let's show him around the new layout, this place is falling apart, so we gotta find a way to let you get around since you cannae go through walls like us,” Finlay said, Brodie and Roy followed along, Caz following the three as they toured him around the wreckage.

A few days passed, Caz adapted to his new body, in fact, it felt natural to him, as if he'd always been that way, he was able to navigate land and water with the help of his tendrils, and Finlay brought Caz out to see the only other infected they're aware of, they've been calling it The Siren, it didn't seem to have any discernible person in it, it seemed to just be a self-formed mass of The Shape, oddly enough, Caz was able to approach it and it didn't attack, barely batting an eye unless Caz stared too much.

According to Trot’s, it's Christmas, the 11th year anniversary of their deaths. How fun.

But, besides the bad memories, the Baira D Crew managed to make it a good day, Caz had snuck off and found some ancient beers from the canteen, it was extremely hard to reach, especially once it collapsed around him, but he managed to get back alright, and the crew drank together, Caz seemed to have an unbelievably high tolerance to alcohol now, and the spirits of his friends couldn't really hold the cans, only a few of them seemed to have the so-called “energy” to do it, Muir having been the one who came up with the theory of how and what gives them the ability to interact with the world or not, Innes probably knew his theory like the back of his hand because of how long and much Muir had yapped about it, not that he minded.

Caz was able to leave if he wanted to, but he didn't, sure, he could go home to his weans, but who knows how they and Suze would react, especially with his current… appearance. Plus, Caz has family right here with the Baira D Crew, even if he sees Rennick and Addair all the time now, he can handle it with his friends there, plus, they had no work! So Rennick couldn't really command them to do anything because he no longer had the power to fire them.

As the next few months passed, the Baira D rig, which was already in shambles, was a nightmare to navigate now, Caz made the decision to drag out a bunch of stuff that he could and lifted up one of the smaller fallen buildings, the windows long gone or blocked and the door sealed shut by rust, yet Caz still managed to make it homey, not many people fit in it, but they took turns, Caz the only one who always uses it. Before Accommodations was beyond reach, he managed to pull out some of the soggy mattresses and bedding, not as nice as when they're… y'know, dry, but it was better than the sea floor.

Now, May 14th, 1986, it was hard for Caz to believe he'd been down here so long, his body still felt weird, but it didn't hurt much, the worse that this new form did was cause him to randomly have episodes where he zones out or fully passes out and has a flashback to old memories, usually his own, but often he'd find himself seeing the memories of those who'd previously been infected, such as Muir and Trots. it was… odd, to say the least. it sucked after too cause he always had a headache afterwards.

Caz sat on top of Rennick's old office, it was perched on top of one of the higher sections of the sea floor, when he looked close enough, he could almost see the bottom of the trench from here thanks to his ability to see so well in the dark waters, he could vaguely see the spectral figures of his friends hanging around various sections of the wreckage, most of them began to linger at admin because it was the least destroyed and most stable area, sure, there's a body there, but it's better than being in accommodations or engineering which is falling before their very eyes.

Caz perked up when an unfamiliar light caught his eyes, lifting his head to see a diving bell descending into the water opposite Caz's side of the trench, he couldn't help but get curious, he began to swim nearer, but hid himself behind some debris when he saw a figure emerge and begin swimming out, “fuckin’ hell, I haven’t seen a living soul in a while…” Caz mused to himself, watching curiosity as the man landed on his side of the trench, leaning over the edge of the trench trying to see anything down there before turning and sparingly exploring the area, he was talking, but it was way too muffled for Caz to hear, he watched the person approach admin, crouching to look through the opening in the debris, before lighting and placing a flare, making a trail of flares ending at the edge if the trench before returning to the diving bell, the debris opening collapsing when the diver was gone, after a few minutes of silence, another diver emerged.

Caz watched the new diver approach, she spoke much louder, just barely loud enough for Caz to hear from his perch above her about 15 feet away, peeking in through the door she forced open, now only a few feet away, watching her with only his head poking out to watch, overhearing the person speaking into her radio, “Mhairi… where have I heard that name before…?” Caz muttered to himself, before quickly ducking out of few when the diver looked over “fuck.” he hissed through his teeth.

He continued to follow her along, it was a bit difficult, needing to weave awkwardly to avoid being spotted, then, she found the air pocket in the building, she got up and Caz saw he about to lift her helmet, hoping to stop her, he chuckled a mug to catch her attention before hiding, successfully stopping her from lifting her mask, the woman instead continued, getting up to the second floor that wasn't barricaded, Caz cussed to himself and dragged himself up to follow, using his tendrils to lift himself to the best of his ability, straining his eyes to try to clear the blur from his overly dilated pupils, then he heard the sound of her exclaiming in shock, he rushed over to find her balancing on a beam about to jump, he felt something inside himself lurch when she leapt but was ever so slightly too slow and began to fall, “fuck!” Caz shouted, multiple tendrils shot out and caught her, the woman yelping in surprise.

The woman shouted something inaudible to Caz, who hauled her up and back to the water, “watch where you're fuckin’ going, why the fuck were you trying to cross that? You would've died if i didnae follow you here,”

“Who the hell are-” she shouted when he put her down in the water and she quickly reattached the umbilical cord to her suit, interrupting herself with a gasp when she finally laid eyes on him, flying up against the wall at the sight, “what the hell are you?”

“Now that just ain't very kind,” Caz scoffed, crossing his arms, “I'm Caz, and you are?”

“...Caz?” she repeated, silent for a second as the person in her helmet spoke to her, “w- what do you mean, Rob?” she muttered, eyes widening as she looked at Caz and the person, Rob apparently, spoke to her, “so… you're… Caz, as in… Cameron McLeary?”

“Aye, that's my name,” Caz said casually, leaning against the wall opposite her, understanding she was likely freaked out, especially since she knew his name, meaning she most likely knew he was supposed to be dead 11 years ago.

“How the fuck are you alive!? Nonetheless like… this!” she shouted, gesturing at all of him, Caz sighing.

“You no gonnae tell me your name?” Caz said instead of answering.

“...Mhairi Brodie…”

“...Brodie?” Caz's eyes widened, “you're his daughter, ain't ya?”

“Aye,”

“Fuckin’ hell, if I'd known that sooner I would've-”

“Is he here too?” Mhairi interrupted Caz, who raised a brow before humming in thought.

“...Sorta?”

“...he's not just a body?”

“Uh… yes,”

Mhairi's eyes widened, “can you bring me to see my dad?”

“Well, I can bring him to see you,” Caz chuckles, Mhairi giving a confused look.

“The hell does that mean?”

“I'm the only one alive, and I'm the only one who can see their ghosts, as far as I'm aware,” Caz explained, “he talks of you a lot y'know? Never wastes an opportunity to talk about how worried he is for his wean, how much he misses her,”

“Really…?” Mhairi whimpered, choked up with emotion.

“Aye, he and I are close, we were together when all this shite happened,” he said, gesturing at the baira as he led her out safely, she didn't question how he was speaking and breathing in the water.

“...What happened to him?”

“That's best for you to hear from the man himself, though I dinnae know if he can interact with you… one way to find out!”

Warning... its about to get much more Scottish, wrote and added the rest after it was mostly reviewed.

Caz turned and led her out, his tendrils retracted and he just swam a bit slower for her to keep up, leading her out and when they were about to descend the trench she stopped, “I cannae go down there,”

“Aye… I'll go get Brodie then, stay here,” Caz said, swimming down, he found Brodie talking to Raffs, the two stopping to look at Caz, “Brodie… yer nighean is here,”

Brodie looks at Caz with wide eyes, “what? Mhairi is here? She nae like diving, not even back in Skye,”

“Aye, well, I think she came for ye, she and I spoke, she's waiting for me tae bring ye up, she cannae enter the trench,”

“Lead the way, Caz, I hope she can see me,”

Caz brought Brodie up, he knew Brodie and the other guys have seen divers before now, before Caz showed up, a dozen or so divers have visited and been unable to see their ghosts, that's apparently when reality fully sunk in for them that they're dead, but of course Muir theorized that maybe ghost mediums are real and some can see them, which gave most of the Baira D Crew hope.

And the moment they got up and Caz saw Mhairi's hands go over her helmet where her mouth would be, with wide teary eyes looking at Brodie, Caz thought that maybe, Muir wasn't as wrong as he thought.

Caz swam aside and just watched as Brodie floated over to her, his smile grew and he reached over to try and cup her cheek, but his hand only went right through her, “Mhairi…? Ye… Can ye see me?” He asked, knowing the answer, but unable to believe it.

Mhairi nods with a whimper, reaching over to try and hug him, Brodie uses a ton of energy to get himself tangible enough to hug her, only strong enough to hold it for a few seconds, “aye, I- I can see ye da…” she said, shocked, she could hear Rob trying to talk to her, asking if she's alright, obviously concerned about his friend talking to… well… a dead person. “How… how did ye… end up like this…?”

“Aye, guess the faeries got me,” Brodie said with a soft chuckle, lifting his hand to cup her cheek, even if neither of them could feel it, the gesture felt just as meaningful.

“I'm serious, dad,”

Brodie sighed, looking at Caz for support, who just shrugged in response, “I drowned in the pontoons, to save my mates,” Brodie said, sighing softly, “but we stood nae chance…” Brodie gestures around them and smiles weakly, “I'm sorry that I was gone… I wish I dinnae miss so much of yer life,”

“Da… it's okay, I dinnae blame ye, I- I missed ye tae, why are ye still down here? Cannae ye return hame?”

“Nae, me and the crew have been trapped down here, only one who can leave is Caz,” Brodie said, Caz perked up at his name, the fins on his back shifting slightly.

“Aye, true, the crew has been all scunnered with being trapped down here,”

“Really? Why not?” Mhairi asked, looking back at Caz, seeming much more comfortable with his presence now.

“We dinnae ken,”

“Have ye not tried tae fix it?”

“Aye, I dinnae where tae start, I dinnae want tae leave the others,”

“I can try tae help, if ye want,”

“Mhairi, ye have tae go hame,” Brodie cut in, frowning slightly.

“I ken, dad, but ye dae tae… I ken they probably cannae see ye, but… but I need ye, dad,”

“Aye… well, we'd have tae take that up with the rest of the Baira, I'm sure they'd also want tae return hame,”

“...I have an idea,” Caz said, looking up with his brows furrowed, “we should get the crew first,” Brodie nods in agreement, “I'll go get them, ye two can wait here,” Caz then turned and swam off down the trench, he fetched the majority of the crew, not all of them followed, but those who followed; Finlay, Raffs, Roy, Muir, Innes, even Rennick, they all followed Caz closely, all looking surprised when they arrived and Mhairi looked directly at each of them.

“This is some of the Baira D Crew,” Brodie said, gesturing at the other spirits who all greeted Mhairi with a smile, except Rennick, “this is Raffs, he was my trainee and roommate on the Baira,” Brodie said, smiling as he nudged Raffs playfully, who just chuckled and looked away sheepishly, “Muir and Innes are Deckhands, and Rennick… the Installation Manager, and finally Finlay, she's a Welder,”

“That's… a lot of people,” Mhairi said, her voice a soft murmur, “so many lost…”

“Aye well it was for the best,” Finlay said, Mhairi looking at her in question, Finlay floating over to Caz, “has she been told the full story?” Finlay whispered to Caz.

“Nae…” Caz whispered back, “didnae think sharing was smart… nae yet…”

“Aye, wise choice, McLeary,” Finlay nods in approval.

“So… what's the idea ye had, Caz?” Mhairi asked, approaching Caz, Brodie remained close to her side like a guard dog.

“I was thinking… what if it isn't the Baira yer spirits are trapped in… and it's actually The Beast?” All the spirits turned to attention at Caz's words, all of them looking at him.

“...The beast? What's that?” Mhairi asked, no one answered, instead, Caz just continued.

“If ye lot are bound tae The Beast rather than the Baira… maybe ye can follow me since I am infected, therefore I am part of The Beast,”

“Aye, that's a good point actually, eh?” Roy said, nodding with a hand on his chin in thought.

“Aye, but ain't that risky, Caz? Ye would be bringing The Beast tae the mainland…” Finlay said, arms crossed and brows furrowed.

“Well Mhairi being here will also bring The Beast to the mainland when she returns hame,”

“Is anyone gonnae tell me what The Beast is-?” Mhairi said, trying to figure out what they're going on about.

“Mhairi, what in God's name is that!?” A sudden shout interrupted their discussion, everyone looking at the man who'd appeared.

“Rob?” Mhairi said, smiling brightly at her friend, “this is Caz,” she gestured at the infected man, who waved with his eyes averted under the wide-eyed stare of the younger man, “see? I'm not that mad,”

“That- that thing is Cameron McLeary?” Rob said, his voice pitched up and shoulders tense.

“Aye, it's true,” Caz said, his gaze slowly moving to observe Rob, “I worked the leccy back on the rig,”

“He cannae see us, can he?” Roy asked, Caz shook his head in response, watching in amusement when Muir snuck up behind Rob and poked him playfully with a grin, Rob wouldn't be able to feel it besides a chill where touched, which can be excused as the cold of the waters, Innes was watching with a hand on his face and shaking his head, trying to hide his amused smile.

“I'd rather not be stared at like some scary apparition anyway,” Rennick said, everyone ignored his grumbling.

“So… ye're telling me ye survived whatever happened tae the rig?” Rob asked.

“Nae, not exactly,” Caz sighed, rubbing his forehead in thought, “I did die, but I was revived like this… I dinnae ken how it happened, but it did, I only woke up a few months ago,”

“I see… What about the other's?”

“They're all dead,”

“Aye, some of them are here right now, Rob, they're spirits, I can see them, can ye nae see them?” Mhairi asked, pointing at the ghosts, though she knew Rob was oblivious to them.

“Ghosts? Mhairi, are ye sure yer nae aff yer heid?” Rob asked, head tilting to the side.

“Rob… there's a meat eel monster right next tae me, are ghosts really the hardest thing tae believe right now?”

“...Fair point,” Rob said, he sighed, shaking his head, “we should go hame,”

“Aye, can we bring Caz?”

“...And where dae ye think we'd put him?”

“He can go in the bell with us, there's space,”

“We can try, but what if he cannae fit? He ain't exactly small, plus what are we gonnae do with him once we're on the mainland? He ain't exactly subtle,”

“I dinnae ken… we'll figure it out as we go,”

“Mhairi… I dinnae think this is a good idea,”

“Come on Rob, please… m- my dad is here, I ken you cannae see them, but he's here, and he cannae return home if Caz doesn't come, they're… bound, in some way, I dinnae the specifics, but Rob… I need this, I need them…”

Rob sighed, nodding reluctantly, internally cursing himself for being so susceptible to Mhairi's begging, “Och, fine, we can bring him,” Rob gave in.

“Is Hans listening?” Mhairi asked, grinning.

“Aye, I dinnae think he ken what tae say,” Rob said, turning and gesturing for Caz and Mhairi to follow as they head to the diving bell, “lets see if he can fit,”

Rob and Mhairi get into the bell first, before turning and hauling Caz in, the leccy was cautious about using his tendrils, since he could barely see out of water and didn't want to damage anything.

“Cheers,” Caz said as he settled inside, the bell was stuffy with the three of them, but Caz was able to compress and shrink his tail to take less room, Rob and Mhairi watching in shock at the movement, suddenly Caz was glad the spirits were intangible, since they didn't take up much space, Brodie stood with his body phasing through the shelf beside Mhairi, Raffs sitting beside Brodie with his legs crossed, Caz briefly saw Rennick on top of the bell, Muir and Innes were in here too, Muir having dragged Innes up hover against the ceiling of the bell, Finlay was also atop the bell separate from Rennick, Roy had stayed behind to update the rest of the Baira D Crew on where and why Caz and some of the other crew members were gone.

The bell rose slowly, Rob sat looking between Caz and Mhairi awkwardly, fiddling his thumbs, brows furrowing when Mhairi spoke to Brodie, who Rob could not see.

“So… ye have been down there for a few months, eh?” Rob said, trying to snuff out the awkward silence he was feeling.

“Aye…” the silence continued for a few seconds, before Rob spoke again.

“What exactly are ye…?”

Caz shrugged, sitting back against the wall, it was a bit uncomfortable against his back fins, plus he wasn't used to being out of water anymore in general, “Ah dinnae ken,” he said, his voice quieter than usual, “all I ken is it’s probably some sort of cancerous parasite,”

“That sounds boggin,” Rob said, face briefly scrunching up, “does it hurt?”

“Nae, not anymore, though it is tedious,” Caz said, chuckling, “I constantly felt like I was gonnae boke when I first woke like this, I felt pure fucking hacket, plus, it's real dizzying when I use all my new eyes,”

“Aye, sounds about right,” Rob chuckled, “though ye sort of just look like a more realistic image of a mermaid, or merman I suppose,”

“Aye I hadn't thought of it that way, guess ye're right, I could have turned out worse,” Caz said, smiling slightly, “so, who's Hans?”

“Oh him? He's a friend of me and Mhairi, but he's also our Dive Supervisor, ensures we stay in one piece,”

“Sounds like a good man,” Caz said, “though, he's been awfully quiet,”

“He cannae talk tae us now that our helmets are off and the communications are turned off, I'm gonnae turn it back on now that ye reminded me,” Rob get's up, goes to the communications and turns it on, “Hans, you there?”

“Jesus Christ, Rob, ye ken ye are nae supposed to turn off the coms that long ye bampot, are ye and Mhairi alright?”

“Aye, we're alright,” Mhairi said, looking over at Rob and the communications, “we found someone down there, we're bringing him back up with us,”

“Is that right? Who in their right mind would be down there?” Hans asked.

“One of the Baira D crew members,”

“Yer bum’s oot the windae,”

“Nae, it's true,” Rob defended, looking at Caz who was just watching, “Cameron McLeary is with us,”

“The leccy?” Hans asked.

“Aye, he ain't normal nae more, but the man is alive,”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“Ah dinnae ken, he isn't entirely human anymore I suppose,”

“And how do I know ye ain't aff yer heid speaking haver tae me?”

“I'm right here,” Caz spoke up, smirking at the sputtering opposite the microphone.

“Cameron McLeary?”

“Aye,”

“How in God's green earth are you alive? Is that really ye?” Hans spoke with a baffled tone, “I cannae believe it,”

“Ye dinnae have tae, though it won't be very denyable when we meet,” Caz chuckled, “suppose we'll meet on land?”

“Aye, ye gonnae have to wait until after 2 weeks of decompression though,”

“See ye at the top,”

[yourstrulynobody]

Questions, a lot of them

Idk if someone already did ask or if these were already explained

BUT

How does death work in your SAMS human version AU thingie?

Like for example did solar still die cause ruin and his stuff?

Or how did nathan (nexus) get in the story?

Ik there is something with entity's going on in this AU/version (IDK HOW TO CALL IT TvT)

Also how did elias (eclipse)[ i tjikk that was his name?] come to be?

So yeh thats kinda the things that are in the top

Also I love your artstyle so much TvT

THANK YOUU❤‼️ Ik really glad some people like my artstyle Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ !!!

also: YESSS I GOOD EXCUSE TO YAP!!! Im not good at explaining so feel free to ask abt some things you may have gotten confused on :)

Anyway (I'll be using their actual names instead of their human names for less confusion :3) yap session under cut

Question 1.

Honestly, death works mostly the same still! Every event thats happened in the SAMS/LAES/EAPS universe still very much proceeds the same way, just smaller aspects like revival thats changed.

-(1.1) Yes, Solar still did die because of Ruin! His revival was much harder due to him being from another dimension, but Eclipse has knowledge of different kinds of revival spells and all he had to do was gain the materials—the one Eclipse used contained using his very blood which tied Solar to the new dimension :)

-(1.2) Same procedure with the whole "New Moon" thing, but slightly altered; Moon sacrificed himself for Killcode which broke the bond they had (aka what ties an Entity like Killcode to a host like Max) in a safer manner because Entities tend to die when their host dies (something I forgot to mention in this post)... but since a new consciousness developed in Moon's place (aka New Moon/Nexus), Killcode did not die. After Solar dies, the same events happened with New Moon becoming Nexus, but instead of a chip that contained Moon, Moon was instead a consciousness that Nexus pushed out of his head that Monty quickly worked to restore since the consciousness was very much fading; Monty used a revival spell that made a new body (similar to Moon's) so Moon's consciousness could transfer there.

–(1.3) Bonus: Now that Nexus is technically alive via Witherstorm (which makes Nexus a Ghost-Entity of sorts), no revival spell was ever actually used on him. Instead, the Witherstorm forcibly revived him by using him as a vessel which is why Nexus's consciousness is fading.

There are many revival spells that may be used such as:

•Body Revival= the one used for Moon; revives ones body but with no consciousness. Very much not known.

•Consciousness Revival= allows to make a consciousness of someone who passed (with or without their memories intact) or a new being (no memories). More known but hard to do.

•Full revival= the one used for Eclipse and Bloodmoon (+Solar Flare); revives both body and consciousness with most of their memories intact. This one takes a lot of time... for most, Ruin does it with ease.

•Power Revival= Similar to how the Creator was revived, people can also be revived via simple magic or Negative Star Power (NSP), that is if strong enough—sometimes, the one who revived them may make them connect them to be a servant (like Rez and the Creator, or maybe even Servant Sun and Lord Eclipse).

Books about reviving someone is not a known one—in fact, theres barely any, but Moon managed to "inherit" one from the Creator's old office that the Creator thought was useless, and Moon merely told it to Monty just in case. Ruin, however, had to go through trial and error to manually learn how to do a Full Revival which was what he tested in his old dimension in secret, and he eventually mastered that which is why Solar Flare and the other two (three?) were easily revived.

Question 2.

Heres some direct quotes from my notes:

–..."At the age of 16 Y/O, Moon eventually argues with Killcode, and says in the heat of the moment: "Just go to Sun! Youll have more luck making him submit!" (Moon was angry and confused; he hadnt meant to drag Sun into the argument). Now, Entities dont like being challenged... but Killcode didnt wanna leave Moon either since Moon's body is strong, so Killcode puts a part of himself into Sun's head instead." <–(How Eclipse was made)

–..."Thats why Eclipse knows a lot about Sun and Moon because he has Killcode's memories on the twins's upbringing."

–..."Anyway, Eclipse doesnt fully develop until a few months in where Sun meets him. Sun mistakes Eclipse as just "the friend/older brother figure in my dreams" (since Eclipse only appeared dream-wise to Sun back then)—they got closer this way which is what I meant by saying "My human version of Sun and Eclipse being closer" or smth like that. At this stage, Eclipse doesnt have a form, so he looks like Sun but just older in a sense—he never spoke a lot, too (+no introduction at all), as he only did actions and all."

To summarize: Killcode put a part of himself in Sun's head which resulted in Eclipse. Eclipse wasnt exactly known until months later when he appeared to Sun in his dreams which then formed a bond.

Something I hadnt mentioned was that: Entities need to form a bond with their host to intertwine their lives and so the Entity grows stronger—their core (the very thing that causes their lives to intertwine which is what I meant by "Entities tend to die when their host dies".

Basically: the reason why Eclipse keeps reviving or having the ability to be revived is because Sun hasnt died yet, but their connection has weakened the more Eclipse has been revived—especially now with Eclipse being on his 4th revival. So now if Sun were to ever die, Eclipse wouldnt die as well due his more humane nature now.

Again: I am horrible at explaining, so if this is still confusing I do apologize! :'D

[greenestkite]

I would love to know more about Jedi Mandalorian Culture Exchange!! the premise is SO good

HII ITS BEEN A WHILE!!! BUT HERE IS STUFF!!

((lore below the break bc theres a whole lot of it))

Big Overarching Worldbuilding Stuff

No Dral’han/Mandalorian Excision

^ Tensions between Mandos and Jedi are less intense thouh still prelevant,

Jango doesn’t clone himself, so Cody, Rex & any other clones i add, are either jango’s kids, arla’s kids or various other cousins and relations

Cody & Obi-Wan are around 17-18 i think?

Moderate amounts of Dai Bendu and Mando’a bc im enthralled by the con langs

PLOT STUFF

Its gonna have two parts, the first for when the mandalorians are at the temple, and the second is when the jedi are on mandalore

the format of each part is gonna have two main segments, day-to-day life, and a mission/adventure of some sort

PART 1: In the Jedi Temple (vague notes)

cody going with obi-wan to classes

helping teach younger padawan and initiate classes

sparring & learning shii-cho/other lightsaber forms

going to the archives

visiting little keldabe/ coruscant (possibly running into Satine?)

sneaking out to,,, a club??? or somewhere they probably shouldnt be

Part 1: On a Jedi Mission

Obi-Wan and cody are separated from qui-gon (bc of course they are)

Cody has a utility belt with like,,, anything you could possibly need (bacta, rations, a game) ((Obi-Wan plans to invest in a similar belt situation as soon as theyre back on coruscant))

Part 2: On Mandalore

visiting the markets

Clan vizsla causing shenanigans (they didn't want the exchange to happen) ((Death Watch is not quite so much of a thing, and what is present is entire divorced from clan vizsla in the public eye)) (((they have plans to take over at some point but its going slowly bc Jaster is very competent)))

Obi-Wan gives advice about deal with the republic and political double speak, and learns a scary amount about Aggressive Negotiations

SNIPPET (hanging out in the room of a thousand fountains)

“So,” Cody asked, “Is this all you do? Go to classes, teach the ikaade how to float things, and sneak out?”

Obi-Wan, who was laying back in the grass, snorted, “This past month has never happened to me before. Usually I’d have maybe a week between missions.”

“A week? That’s it?” Cody tried to imagine that—only a week of downtime—but couldn’t. “How does your council let that happen? And your jaieh?”

“Qui-Gon is the reason we’re sent out so often. He’s one of the best negotiators in hostile political situations. He’d certainly prefer more downtime, mostly for my sake, but there’s no feasible way for that to happen in the current climate of the Republic. The Senate claims his skills are in too high of a demand.”

Cody tried to breath through the outrage on Obi-Wan’s behalf—and the other Jedi. “And if you’re injured?” It came out sharper than intended.

“Well of course if one of us is injured we have enough time to recover," Obi-Wan said, "But I’m not in the habit of calling time in the Halls of Healing ‘downtime.’”

Cody settled himself back against the tree. “Fair enough,” he said as he watched Obi-Wan for a minute. The Jedi had relaxed and closed his eyes. His auburn hair was spread out in a halo, with various twigs and greenery stuck from the hours they had spent sneaking through the bushes playing hide and seek with the Krayt clan initiates.

Obi-Wan looked over, “Cody?”

Cody had definitely been staring longer than generally considered appropriate. “Fuck the Senate,” Cody finally said, after another pause.

Obi-Wan’s face spasmed in the I’m trying to not smile because I don’t think it’s allowed way he often did, “I couldn't agree more, Cody.”

[ecto-hazard]

pseudoencephalophobia

i think ive always had anxiety but it hasnt always manifested the same. now that im older and more aware of myself i have much more of the social phobias i didnt have when i was younger. but i still had things that made me nervous. i felt the need to hide journals and art even if there was nothing particularly incriminating in them. i would tell my parents my brother asked for ice cream or snacks or whatever so that if they said no, they wouldnt say no to me. these were all sort of weird quirks that were mostly in my own mind, but they probably were learned behaviors. you can probably trace them to specific causes. not wanting to feel ashamed. or be told no. stuff like that idk. they may have been irrational, but they ultimately made sense in my mind. but throughout my life a particular fear of mine never made any sense even to me.

when i was a kid i was like deadly afraid of brains. like the organ. even as a concept. idk what exactly started this cause i wasnt like Born like that (my suspicion is that it came from seeing a goreish gag from spongebob, specifically the strike episode with the door, but i also have a vague memory of DECIDING to be afraid of brains like on purpose???? i couldnt tell you what exactly happened there). it started around me being like 6 maybe. but it was like such a problem for so long in my life. i couldnt look at brains. drawings of brains. even cartoonish undetailed drawings of brains. watching nickelodeon and similar stuff was an inherent gamble. i had to cover my eyes whenever the scientist showed up on nightmare before christmas. martha speaks was one of my favorite cartoons on pbs but i fucking couldnt look at the goofy diagram demonstrating how alphabet soup went to her brain and let her talk. i had nightmares of rats with exposed brains, would wake up crying, and lied about the dream being worse when i felt it wouldnt be taken seriously. i similarly lied that i saw something scary on tv when i was at my grandmas when it was just an episode of chowder (i didnt even fucking see the brain on screen i just turned it off immediately knowing it was going that direction). at one point i couldnt even hear the word brain. or read it. i insisted people use mind instead. this annoyed people but that severity of it didnt last forever.

this was an issue for way too long in my life. even when i was an older teen. pretty much everything else i learned in health class was gross and upsetting to an extent. like i remember spending hours sobbing cause i couldnt bring myself to watch dissection videos for biology classes. but brains in particular just fucked with me. i still needed sticky notes and shit covering up the brains in my health textbook (SPECIFICALLY the brains! nothing else!). i still felt the need to cover my eyes watching shit like invader zim (idk why nickelodeon has so much gore???). i mostly kept it to myself, so it was less a bother to other people, but everyone close to me still knew it was a problem.

i was going to go into wildlife biology in college. it was the first time i felt really passionate about a future job. i loved animals. i wanted to work with animals. i had experience volunteering at an animal shelter and all. i was really excited to work with snakes in particular. i was still bothered by anatomy, i knew that was an inevitable part of it, but i was determined that i could overcome it for my passion

i could not

i didnt get through the first semester. none of the classes i took had any particular anatomy stuff, it was all real general Hey youre a freshman classes. at the end of our intro to bio course, the professor did a presentation showing what he worked on. photos of his research from the past. alzheimers research. a really important field to research in! but i saw the photos of dissections and that was it. i broke down. i left class fucking sobbing. i was humiliated. i had to immediately call my parents to say i couldnt do it anymore

the fortunate thing was that i switched majors to chemistry and had a good time with that. covid happened so that was a load of shit near the end, but overall i did fine. when i graduated, i was on anxiety meds and had been to therapy and had gone through a lot of self reflection and discovery (the nonbinary kind of course). i was wanting to do grad school of some kind but doing chemistry research wasnt really a good fit for me

id always liked biology. even if it scared me. so i looked into going into medicine. i had to actually take anatomy courses i didnt take at that point in order to apply to the programs i was looking at. my parents were supportive enough to pay for 2 more years of classes out of pocket so i could catch up on bio stuff

i was better about my fear at that point. i found diagrams disturbing but ultimately could get through them. but i was still afraid i wouldnt be able to handle it when i got deep in the course. specifically when it came to the nervous system lab. sheep brain dissection. id seen a video years ago in high school, but had never participated in dissection myself

(and i still wouldnt. the schools funding was limited, so they reused the same brains each lab and didnt actually cut them up. they were sort of prefilleted)

i slowly worked through the class. no major breakdowns. the models and posters went from unnerving to mundane. the plastic molds i hesitated to touch now but i still anticipated the lab. it felt like my ultimate test.

the day comes. the buckets of formaldehyde are out. all the nursing students in here dont want to be the first one to touch the little gray mass the teacher pulls out. theyre grossed out at the very least, which is fair. i wonder if any of them were similarly terrified.

i volunteer to take a look at it first. get it over with. the teacher puts the flesh in my gloved hands. its wet. it feels exactly like i thought it would.

and im fine. i was fine.

im proud of myself of course. i get through that class. and the next one. and all of them. i work at the biology department. i help set up the labs. i spend a significant amount of time living my childhood nightmare. and its fine. im okay. and im happy. i did it.

what i eventually became aware of is that im not like completely cured of my phobia. maybe its not even really considered a phobia anymore. but i found with more reflection that working with actual dissections and specimens, that didnt bother me for some reason. it doesnt at all. like i dont think id be okay seeing like. violent gore irl. but seeing what we Actually look on the inside was underwhelming.

what i did realize is that medical diagrams were still a bit disturbing. idk what exactly it is. the bright colors? the lighting they usually have? theres something off about them. something grotesque that isnt found in real flesh

and cartoons? even worse. always worse. theres a level of simplicity where it doesnt bug me, but seeing shit like gore in nickelodeon cartoons still upsets me sometimes. i Can watch it. i Can see that stuff without fucking losing my mind. but it disturbs me. and i dont know why. i dont know why that primal anxiety still stirs when i see brains in spongebob. but i have a sort of a theory

i think about the concept of uncanny valley. an almost universal response where humans feel disgust or fear seeing something thats Almost Human but not quite enough human. mannequins and animatronics. its off. its not quite right. the primal part of you sees it and knows not to trust it

i wonder if my brain knows that too. even if its come to identify with the outer layer of my face, i wonder if my brain knows itself subconsciously. especially when im distant, absorbed in a story, in a dream, out of touch with my external senses. when i disconnect, maybe my brain sees the familiar shape of my true form in the drawings on the screen. but it knows what it sees isnt right. its seeing a false image. ridges are too pronounced. colors are too bright. and somethings missing. it cant identify what. but a crucial part isnt there. it cant be trusted. uncanny valley.

so yeah i recently was able to play goobers lab on webkinz without panicking and it was pretty cool even if its just bejeweled. 6/10

[acesspacee]

1.Question no.1

I've heard of people having "traits" like do things that is common is autistic people like stimming going non verbal , fidgeting alot, zoning out/ dissociating from what I've learnt dissociating is a more extreme case of zoning out. Out of all the things I've listed more included I can't really remember. the only one I do is non verbal? around my friend sometimes because of stress or anxiety, in general I'm not a talkative person as well so maybe it's anxiety or something else but I do end up going long periods of time of feeling like I can't speak so matter how hard I try

So in short my first question is can non autistic people have autistic "traits:?

2. I've been told autism is a spectrum refering to there's high functiong and low functioning but I'm still lost as to what that means, (my bad if this question sounds a bit rude in thr way I word it I'm not trying to be in any way so I apologize again😓) I know some things autistic people struggle with are like sensory issues, going non verbal , dissociating, stimming, but here's my question what's the difference between sensory issues with a normal person and an autistic person? Like let's say for example the issue is a certain material that feels uncomfortable to both people and causes them to feel uncomfortable, what would be the different between the issue for the autistic person rather than the normal person?

3. Lastly this is more for my own knowledge, what's the difference between Autism burn out and regular burn out?

Hello!! Genuine question so my apologies if I come of as rude or insensitive. I have a friend who has autism and I want to learn how to help her better more with different things but I'd also like to know the difference between Autism things and non- autism things?

Autism burn out may last for any periods of time, ip to months affect individuals socially mentally cause thrm to be more easily overwhelmed / sensitive to stress extreme exhaustion and difficulty functioning

Regular burn out can last for up to months affects people mentally snd socially more stressed out tired but I I'm guessing a lesser level of tired than autistic burn out? And I'm guessing on a general autistic burnout causes them to have a harder time functioning like for example a regular person is burnt out but still tries to get things done but is mostly burnt out an autistic person wouldn't be feeling well enough to do that?

IM REALLYBSORRY IF THESE QUESTION'S SEEMED A BIT RUDE IM JUST GENUINELY CURIOUS ANDBI WANT TO KNOW!

(I'm vv sorry for long ass mwssage)

Oh i have been WAITING for these. no worries my friend, for I love answering questions. Tho, note that I am not a professional and will be refering to my experiences and those around me.

Question 1: From my experience, yes, some people may experience some autistic traits, it doesnt make them autistic, it may just be apart of their day to day like (like jumping when you're happy).

Question 2: Sensory issues for me is where every little thing may hurt. The lights, the air conditioner, people using *their phones* whilst a neurotypical person may not even notice these sounds. Also, with the material example you gave, a nerodivergent person may act more "dramatically" about it while a neurotypical person may just voice their hatred.

Question 3: Autistic burnout is way more than socially and mentally. It also impacts us physically, cognitive AND emotionally. Depending on how long the burnout lasts, the neurodivergent person may begin to avoid everything and everyone. Give up on dreams, quit school, quit work. Many horrible things happen the longer it stays and I have witnessed them. So you were right about that.

Dont be sorry! It's okay to ask questions about topics you want to learn about/dont know. I hope I was able to help and apologizes if they didnt help as much. Again, these are my experiences/opinions, I'm no professional.

Also side not, this may just be me, please dont call neurotypical ppl 'normal'. Autism is my normal so calling them normal feels weird..idk

[kat-124]

HAI HAI HAI HAI!!!

I followed your rbg Trio blog, and ur art there is so So cute!!!

And I wanna know more about your 'robot boombox' au cus I'm curious and honestly, that headcanon is so real for boom!

EEEEK HAII ^_^

tyuu eueu... it means alot :3

so uhhh robot boombox au is pretty much just in my brain, i havent posted abt it or anything. but ive got vague ideas about it!

im gonna put bullet points under the cut in no particular order, cause again, this is mostly just concepts, so expect a bunch of yapping

in this au boombox would be created by someone, and was made to be a sort of 'testing device' for a manufactured gear (his boombox). while also being a sort of artificial life based on mimicry.

(note, i am not well versed in robotics stuff, if something seems stupid uhhh whoops)

i havent come up with a creator or creators, but they made him with the intent of seeing if they could basically make an artificial demon that could get along with other demons well! (thats where his creators got the idea to make him a dj, or a glorified mp3 player came from.)

hes entirely mechanical, his power source is through electrical charging. he charges often, which comes across as him sleeping often.

i imagine him with a charger tail that can also somewhat extend.

his visor is literally attached to his face and would be more emotive than regular boombox phighting

i imagine he got let out to interact with other demons, he was given a lot of carefully monitored data, and even now seeks out ways to be more empathetic, and to be responsive to others emotions and to help them.

he doesnt become evil or anything like that

his 'skin' would be some kind of rubber or latex, used to protect internal components and appear more demon-like.

he has two speakers imbedded in his chest, and in the rubber skin there'd be mesh to let sound travel clearer, which happen to look like top scars ( :P )

in place of where a human heart would be, he has an internal metronome, which he can set the tempo of. it can also be heard if youre super close, like a faux heartbeat.

his horns work as a secondary charging method throughout the day, acting like low powered solar panels, (like the ones youd find on calculators).

his horns take in uv light and convert it to energy. amd they are covered with a transparent solid material (imagine something like resin) to give the appearance of a normal demons horn. however this means charging through his tail is much more optimal than the passive uv charging.

has a database in his torso containing specifically music knowledge. audio can be downloaded to there and sorted and dissected to make him work better and understand the tastes of demons

in his heads a mini computer.

his mouth is a simple metal open close rectangle shape, with small components that either make the faux-skin sides of his mouth pull up (to make a smile) or down (to make a frown)

also in this au rgb trio still a thing because i am insane abt them

i imagine skate and sling learn that boombox is a robot, but they still care for him and treat him the same as before

he doesnt 'feel' anything in a person sense, and he hasnt gained sentience or anything. his programming makes it so he's drawn to other demons, and wants to make them happy. and in return, he feels 'happy' when he accomplishes that.

he learns about friends and other relationships and such, and if he has a few people he's especially close to that he can make happy just by being around, it means he's achieving his goal.

so he does have favorites, mostly because he learned that demons tend to have favorite people, and therefore replicated that behavior

he's in a qpr with skate and sling, who r both dating eachother, theyre all very affectionate.

sometimes if he gets too many positive inputs at a time, you can hear his fans running quicker (like, example, his partners are being super sweet to him, verbally or physically.

he doesnt know who made him, nor really cares to find out

when he was made, he was given the knowledge of about a 17 year old, and the mentality of one. he counts his birthdays as aging, being currently 23.

sometimes when him, sling and skate are sleeping together, he'll play calming music directly from himself.

he doesnt sleep, but shuts off non-essential components and kind of pretends to sleep while charging. since he has to be plugged into a socket of sorts. usually during that mode hes sorting any files, or things he's collected. throughout the day

sling and skate dont know that he isnt actually sleeping, and think he's just powered off

his gear works as youd expect, able to play music and use its abilities. he's just also able to directly play music from his body

when being created, he was made first, and the idea of an artificial gear came second. which is why theres overlapping abilities that may seem redundant.

his creators are no longer alive

his creators were from playground

he would likely be 'killed' for having an artificial gear and used for parts if certain people knew (the law)

and heres some silly sketches i made in class awhiiile ago (note again that i do not make robotics or know pretty much anything abt them. im just having fun ^^')

i yapped alot, but if you have any specific questions, put them in my askbox and ill happily answer! -w-

[crazylittlejester]

Can we hear about "the other Wars"? 👀

ABSOLUTELY

i dont really have anything I can really share for this one, it’s in very rough shape and mostly just jotted down notes, but it’s the idea I mentioned ages ago about wanting to write a fic where Wars was a villain. And i dont mean just an asshole, I mean at some point in the war something happened and his need for control led him to believe the only way to save everyone and ever feel safe again was to gain as much power as physically possible and essentially do everything himself. in his mind he’s protecting the people of hyrule, but he’s actually become a dictator. and once he WINS the war and defeats ganon and cia and everything is over, he can’t let that power go because it makes him feel safe and it’s all he can rely on, and he’s taken over the kingdom at that point and Lana, Zelda, Impa and all the others have literally had to leave because they can’t get rid of him from right next to him and he sees them as threats. And he just grows more and more paranoid that people are going to take his “safety” away so he becomes a worse and worse person. But in HIS mind he’s doing it to protect people he loves and also himself, because his fear has made him selfish but he’s unable to see that. its not that he doesn’t still care about the others, because he DOES, but his perception of reality has been so fucked up and twisted he can’t comprehend the harm he causes

HOWEVER: REGULAR GOOD OL WARS IS ALSO JUST THERE IN THIS FIC. THERES TWO OF THEM. Because Evil Wars ended the war HOW he did, the timeline didn’t heal, so he’s in his own timeline continuing to fucking suck, and a portal spits out the chain in THAT era. So Regular Wars and Evil Wars will at some point comes face to face

and the whole point of this fic is that I want to highlight that YES, (Regular) Warriors is a deeply traumatized character who’s terrified of betrayal and just wants to feel safe and to protect others, and yes sometimes his fear and his worry can come across as him being harsh to the others, but he is not cruel. He was never cruel, not at any point in his game. His over confidence does not equate to him being unkind, in his game he got a bit of an ego, sure, but he was a kid and he learned his mistake. His trauma does not make him abusive, he IS a kind and caring person, and he chooses to be one despite all he went through because he has compassion for others and lives his life serving the kingdom and its people that he loves so much

…basically i’m petty and i hated seeing so much of Asshole Wars that I decided I was going to create Evil Wars but STILL make him human and not completely cold hearted. DONT GET ME WRONG EVIL WARS STILL FUCKING SUCKS, but also he exists (in part) to highlight the gentleness and love Regular Wars treats others with, EVEN when he’s stressed and/or scared. Because Wars is not a fucking asshole and shouldn’t be used to create more angst for the other members of the chain and i lose a year off my life every time i see that happen thats my biggest pet peeve like yeah sure its your fanfic do whatever you want but oh my god im falling to my knees and screaming at the sky

[couch-house]

2023 baybeeeee. havent done an art summary in a while since i basically stopped drawing early 2020 and didn't get back on the horse until mid-2022 (i wonder... what could have caused that!) i dont feel like my art has really changed this year, only in the ways that I draw specific sonic characters (looking through my archive is fun bc i can see the progression of the diseases known as Giving Them Big Eyebrows and Drawing The Monoeye) and--more exciting 4 me--my practice with paneling comics! :)

i think the progression is much more noticeably when you line it up with last year's sonic art... i can see all the Milestones.. more talking abt that under the cut

May: couch gets into sonic. June: Yucky Sonic 1.0. this was also the month when i Heard Of fleetway super. July: couch comes back from brazil, having read stc. this is also when i start dong actual short comics. compare may -> june -> july. (also please forgive whatever tf i was doing with skintones. i needed some practice)

august: merger au takes shape. dog invented. also i just really like that speed racer sonic mspaint picture. its fun :) september: deep in the fleet mines. october: i lose a lot of steam and mostly just doodle. another comic comparison for those three months:

november: frontiers comes out. i go crazy mode and make that sonic + knuckles comic with the pretty backgrounds and LOTS OF TINY TEXT. december: winter break AND im tired. january 2023 i come back insane crazy mode and write some fanfiction?? still havent finished that LOL. made some nice cover art :) february: i shift into knuckles mode fora month. make another comic. this one is much better i think :) november -> february

march: i shift into transfem metal sonic mode. also just stick to a lot of doodling. also write more fanfiction. crazy. april: transitory period as i shift back into stc/exit: sonic mode. may: more fanfiction. more comics. i really like how both of these turned out :) while the last two were definitely taking a lot more notes from stc, i think around here i start paying attention to and trying to learn from more creative panelling from artists i admire. like @/superemeralds THOAM and @/starrjoy's pandora au.

june: i play sa2 and it's good. july: i play unleashed and it is both miserable and good. i get in kind of an artistic frustration zone and wiggle my way out. august: idk i think im just chillin. super react dot jpeg happens. it's not even named that, it's named after the other image on the canvas, which was maria holding baby shadow. more comics.

september: i burn out for a bit. get real tired. eventually get back up and make more comics. the goal here and last month has become "try to make more interesting panel shapes. I've noticed other artists don't just use rectangles--try playing with irregular polygons and see where it gets you." well it gets you mixed results as you learn :) also i think after that pause i accept the monoeye into my life. sigh...

october: oc showdown starts and @/neurotypical-sonic asks me to make some halloweeny art :) feels like i dont do much this month bc i focus on those. november: A LOT OF ART?? INSANE. more oc showdown stuff. i play shadow the hedgehog (2005). it's good and i love it. i draw a ton of shit on one canvas for it. Fucking Dember: i have shifted back into stc/EXIT mode. motivation's a little weird bc work's a little weird. doing commissions also makes it weird. well im having fun and being myself :) a final handful of comics from this month:

idk maybe ill do something sicko crazy b4 the end of the year. mayb i'll follow exit sonic's example and #GetWorse. who knows :) well this is fun i love looking at my art and seeing and noticing things. thank u all for your support and I hope we all have a great 2024!

[wildglitch]

Spider-man x Batfam Prompt's

Ok so lately I have seen a lot of "Spidy goes to gotham and gets adopted fics" probably cause of Dark Matter by mysterycyclone cause like, duh, that fic is a goddamn masterpiece. But I feel like a lot of them are sort of the same thing with diffrent fonts ans it feels a bit saturated. Not all of them...but most of them.

Am I saying that there needs to be less of these fics? Hell no! Keep writing them please. I just feel like there could be more variety is all.

I suggest maybe try one of these ideas out

1: Peter going straight to the Batfam or other heros (dosent always have to be Batfam) and they try to work together on how to get him home, while slowly realizing "omg, your life is terrible! We want to help you, we do, but maybe we shouldnt and try to give you a better life here. Then its just a moral delema on what to do as they get to know the spider child.

2: maybe another Spider-man is the one that goes to Hotham like Andrew or Toby. Insted of being sent home at the end of NWH, they where accidentally sent to the DCU. Or maybe one of the Spider verse characters or a cartoon version of the character. Dosent always need to be Toms Spider-man.

3: on that same note. Please give more love to What If...Zombies Peter. You guys have no Idea the amount of angst and "haha, my world ended and im fine" potental there is. And you can have the other surviving member also be there as they look for eachother (characters that "survived* (no one survived that episode) are Peter, King T'challa, Scott Lang+cape, and Ig Bruce Baner/Hulk, and Bucky Barnes since we never saw them get turned or eaten) just think about Spidey and the Batfam investigating a lab or sometbing and all of a sudden they find floating head Scott in a crate. Everyone if scared shitless while Peter is crying tires of joy as he moves to hug the floating head. Think about that and tell me Im not on to something here.

4: Have the fic start our like halfway through. Maybe skip him getting to Gotham and have him be there for a few months already or something. This will help with adding more crack fics.

5: Maybe have the fic be that Peter is there for a while, he knows everyone, they know him, they might or might not know the identitys but they trust eachother. And Peter has been looking for a way home and he finally finds it! But... he accidentally brings some of the Batfam with him. So now its the Batfams turn to learn to live in the MCU with help of Spidy and they finally understand so much about him, how he lived, and vigilanties he knows (team red!) As they learn the history and pubilc opinion or Spider-man and the world.

6: Just a react to fic. Yk, those fics where they're stuffed in a room and forced to watch something? Yeah. Have the Dark Matter cast stuffed in a room and watch some MCU clips. It dosent even have to be some magic forth wall bull shit if you dont like that. In chapter 44, Peter and co. are said to be going back to the cave, and Peter still have is suit. Canonically, Karen records everything. Maybe Peter ends up so tired he dosent even want to try to explain everything. So he just hooks up Karen to the computer and and has her show them everything from the suits recordings to security cameras and news reports, to the memes and videos spiderman fans have made.

7: have the Justice League get involed cause "Hes to bright to be one of yours Bruce!" And have him be a honorary member of the league of have them put him on Young Justice. Peter gets adopted by Batfam? Yes. Peter becomeing Bffs with the Young Justice kids and actually forming normal relationships with kids his age? Also yes.

Do I have more? Probably but Im too lazy for it rn

If you for some reason use one of my ideas, pls tag me and maybe credit me for the original idea (but I mostly want to be able to find the fic if you do make it ( o_o) )

Who knows, I might just write some of these myself if I ever get the motivation lol

[blazefirefox]

yeah long post but read through it trust me

Something I've kinda wanted to talk about for the last month is my thoughts on the general doai timeline. I was rewatching volume 0 and realized that I kinda had the events in my head out of order, and then overthought stuff, etc. ect. But I just want to put my thoughts somewhere and hopefully discuss it with other people. The first thing I want to talk about is the Haunted Halloween PSA. When looking at the chapters of the vol 0 video, it said that the PSA took place in 1993, which was a lot later than I thought. This means that Mortimer couldn't have been veldigunified until after 1993, or at least not fully transformed, the process could've started before that. The important thing to note is that Mortimer was stable enough to make a whole PSA, but maybe his veldigunification is what causes the PSA to fall apart in vol 0 (unless Clyde causes that itself idk). So I suppose something to keep in mind from now on, but whatever happens, Alex would most likely be turned into a veldigun before Mortimer, in the sense of AUs, unless they survive much much longer than they would've in vol 1. The next thing I want to talk about is what's keeping me up at night the most lol. We know that the Lankmann Foundation was established in 1990, which is when we can assume volume 1 also takes place. In the video introducing this, toon lankmann specifies that the event of the children disappearing was 4 years ago, solidifying what we already know, Clyde first became active in 1986. However, we learn that patient 66 calls the police in April of 1990, and this most likely happens after the introduction video to the foundation was released because she's probably using their phone number. This would mean the rest of volume 1 would take place mid 1990, possibly early 1991 if we're being generous. The thing that gets me though is that if patient 66 was taken in April of 1990, why would they say that the halloween incident happened 4 years ago if the foundation's opening was nowhere near halloween of 1990? The absolute earliest the Lankmann foundation would've been founded was January of 1990, if they want to say 4 years strictly because of the year numbers, but they'd still be closer to halloween 1989 anyways. This is probably just an oversight and im looking too much into it, but eh. still something to think about. Another thing is Winfrey. When I watched volume 1, I kinda just assumed they captured winfrey between 1986 and 1990 because Clyde was starting to become more active bc im stupid ig. But I guess the option that makes more sense is that clyde started hunting because winfrey was kidnapped, so before 1986. idk if that was confirmed or widely accepted, so I just want to check. Last thing is just a weird semi-headcannon, but the lankmann foundation was probably doing stuff before they officially became known to the public in 1990, so yeah. also I don't really know where to put this, but I'm gonna say that the Caretakers are robots/animatronics of some kind, mostly bc that was my first instinct when I saw them, and the sounds they produce make me raise an eyebrow. I have heard some people say that they were veldigun victims, which would be cool too.

Yeah, I just wanted to make some observations known, and maybe someone in the doai sitcom/pastra discord server could look over stuff and share this there, in case anyone had anyting to say about it. alright questions are appreciated bye

[freebooter4ever]

is the corset comfortable enough to wear everyday? or at least more comfortable than the pooling blood? I'm curious about what will happen after consistent use and then removing it all. the blood pooling happens right away when the compression isn't happening?

it's interesting that it would work similarly to compression tights. I don't really understand how that would work considering how much your torso moves at any given moment while you breathe. at first I was going to say I'd like to read a long paper about it, but realistically I'd prefer a youtube video with visuals. I'm a slave to technology.

It certainly feels comfortable enough to wear it all day so far - though I am starting small and plan on wearing it in the early morning when the brain fog is the worst and in the evenings until I get used to it. What I have on isn't a corset btw, it's shapewear. Which i bought as a test before i invested in a full blown corset.

The interesting thing about POTS is that it is literally different for everyone - there are commonalities but seriously mine is SO different from anyone i've talked to online and that seems to be the 'norm'. My only advice would be to try everything because you don't know what will work and try to make sure every piece of gear you buy is returnable. Once you find something your body tolerates then you buy a bunch of it (i started with 1 compression tights, now i have 4).

I genuinely have no idea scientifically how compression works - I asked my cardiologist and he didn't really explain it to me just kept repeating the type of compression i should wear. I do know that i have been wearing the tights for about two months now and still the minute i take them off the blood starts pooling (and it dont stop pooling). As i gain muscle, as i get rid of the bacteria in my intenstines, this could change. Or i could be dealing with this for the rest of my life. Doctors haven't studied it. Cause it doesnt kill you it only disables you and takes the joy out of your life because it slowly depletes your brain of oxygen and your body cant function like that 🙃. Plus up until covid it mostly affected women, and you know those women - anxiety ridden delicate creatures clearly faking these symptoms for the attention.

Side note: i have learned i get frustrated with friends and strangers who try to talk about 'how brave' and 'resilient' i am and how they 'admire me' for fighting this. I call bullshit lol, this isn't some bravery on my part this is just me fighting to survive. I got lucky in that my body seems to respond to at least some treatments. I've read too many stories of people whose body didnt.

Ironically i did record a video essay last night in 3 parts, but it wasnt about compression, it was me rambling about how with all the evidence i gathered plus the tidbit i learned yesterday im 99.9% certain i met geno in 2012 in a pittsburgh nightclub when i was clueless and he was young and hot in a tight shirt. I might post it later today. I had to do multiple takes on the last video trying to describe exactly how well i vividly remembered the shape of this guy's body (i kept blushing)