#cellular amplifiers

[marsprincess889]

Some planetary conjunctions and how they might manifest

Let me know what you think

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Venus conjunct Jupiter_ abundant Venus and liquidated Jupiter.

Venus is a fierce, reductive force, but one that is ultimately geared towards pleasure. Jupiter is a growing, amplifying, adundant force that must ultimately be reduced and crystalized. Venus exalts in the Jupiterian Pisces in Revati_ the last nakshatra, connecting the two. It's the goal of the two benefics that symbolizes the completion of the journey. Jupiter must give to Venus, who in turn will use that abundance for beauty, order, harmony and pleasure. Venus is also associated with death, so these two joining is really the way of the end, in the most perfect sense (ideally).

Venus-Jupiter conjunction means that a native cannot separate beauty and love from morals and spirituality. Some interesting ways that this might manifest in the mundane:

A native is pure hearted and generous, valuing loyalty, politeness and all things traditionally "good" (Jupiterian) in a Venusian way, meaning that they consider their mundane/tribal laws and values the same as their moral/spiritual alignment. If they feel betrayed, they won't hesitate to stand their ground and defend their stance, often fiercely and without much fuss.

Native seeks to find friends in people who align with their deep-seated values, who understand them on a spiritual level and fit into the material manifestation of their ideal reality.

They understand that not every ideal can be materialized, but they try their hardest to live their preferred utopia.

They are extremely defensive of their own personal philosophy and understanding of the world.

Their spirituality might be deeply connected to love, attachments, romance and sex. They might idolize those things and worship the idea of them, or they might worship their lover.

They might be attracted to Jupierian figures, people who are nourishing and have a tendency to guide them.

Despite what many would think, because of how they appear, these people are not unfamiliar with the occult. They might understand or practice it unknowingly and naturally.

They have a need to ground their ideals in the physical reality somehow.

This one is random: they might like sweet and sour food (food that is both sweet and sour). (I have this, I do...)

Some interesting biological coorelations: Venus is sour and Jupiter is sweet. In the same way that sour taste biologically has a reductive or "pacifying" effect on a cellular level (corrections are welcome I'm not a biology major😶), and sweet taste has an activating effect, Venus reduces and "refreshes" while Jupiter is like the "Yes man" of the planets, encouraging everything and anything. There is obvious danger associated with overconsumption of sweet food.

It's why this conjunction is considered so auspicious. Jupiter is already giving to Venus and Venus is nourished through Jupiter's abundance and spirituality.

Also interesting is the fact that both are abundant and considered benefics. They're the only two planets that are traditionally always benefic. Venus-death association is also because of how the ultimate pleasure can lead to death, because there is nothing else to achieve, Venus is the goal (Also interesting to connect this to Bharani nakshatra_ the beginning and the end, like Revati(also the beginning and the end)_ the exaltation of Venus, both elephant yonis). Sweet and sour food, despite being percieved as opposites, both have a negative effect on teeth (teeth are Saturn_ natural malefic). While being considred auspicious, they need to be under moderation, and can only be indulged in when the structure(teeth_ Saturn) is perfected.

These people might come across as "too nice", "too sweet" or "too good" to some people, they might be viewed as innocent or seen in an idealized light.

A lot depends on the sign, house and the nakshatra placement, as well as on potential aspects to other planets or the dignity of both. This placement does not mean that life is all sunshine and rainbows, but it does mean that one area of a person's life is lucky. The degree of that luck varies based on factors I just listed above.

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Saturn conjunct Rahu_ destiny blockage/ denial of destiny

Saturn and Rahu are both cold planets that induce anxiety. Saturn deals with restrictions, blockages, challenges, limits and time. Rahu is the destiny of a person, the desire born out of Ketu, that which you never had but crave and feel like you must have.

Both relate to the material. Saturn brings about the material results from its controls and limitations, Rahu is the Maya itself, the percieved reality. Saturn restricts and denies, while Rahu makes you shake from the sheer craving of it.

This conjunction might feel like a cruel joke of fate. What a person desires most is denied from them. It's like, life pushes you towards it (Rahu) but then denies is harshly (Saturn). Despite the Saturnian limits, this placement won't leave you alone, because Rahu never does.

Imagine that you want something, maybe unwillingly, that circumstances and people around you always seem to push you towards it, but you also feel judged for wanting it/to do it, and that you also feel judged for not doing it.

In this aspect, the circusmtances can be interpreted from the nakshatra placement of Saturn and Rahu (and Ketu, because they're always connected), what you want can be seen in the house placement as well the nakshatra and the sign.

(This coming example is not from my chart) For example, if that the conjunction occurs in the sign of Gemini, the nakshatra of Ardra in the 5th house, and let's say Ketu is in Mula in the 11th, the person is pushed towards creativity and self-expression that includes a lot of other people(Ardra). They might want to mingle at large parties and express themselves creatively with others in an analytic and cerebral way, they might want to be respected for their logical mind and for suitable education. They might want their creative works to have collective value, and to have opinions that spark discussion, but they might never have felt worthy of it, they might thunk that they're stupid or that everyone will judge them if they dare to express themselves, because they might have experiencied that before in their life.

This is a constant tug-of-war between caution and leaping. If another planet aspects this point(esp conjunction), it becomes of immensely major importance, also given that Ketu is on the other side. A lot of what the native experiences with this feels out of their control.

I imagine there comes a time (or many) when this proccess leads to a crirical point of release, when the native has to make a decision. How gradual or immediate it is depends on everything else connected to it (sign, nakshatra, house).

Saturn is going to reward you eventually if you do everything right, and Rahu is going to calm down once you accept it and pay little attention to it (balance it with your Ketu).

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Mars conjunct Moon_ sensitivity and reactivity

Both Mars and Moon represent both. Moon is sensitive and its reactions arise from the influence of others. Mars tries to defend itself because of their sensitivity and reacts out of that necessity, against whatever most others have decided.

For example, a moon dominated person's first instinct might be to try to find comfort in the surroundings when they feel sensitive, to mesh with and adjust to others. A person more dominated by Mars is most likely going to do something different and draw a clear line to set themselves apart.

When those two planets are together, a person might struggle between those two. They might react impulsively and emotionally when they feel threatened, they might angry-cry. Not necessarily a victim mentality placement but when reactions and actions are tied to the emotional and mental subcouncious of a person, they're bound to have some dramatic reactions sometimes. They also impulsively decide things on their own and might blame circumstances later if they do not work out.

Their mother might be/have been a domineering or bossy person, rarely considerimg the feelings of the native while making decisions.

These people feel fragile naturally, but they're very much capable of defending themselves. The thing is that that takes a lot of their energy that could be saved or spent doing something else.

They might also feel passionate about certain things/causes in a "more than average" intense way. They tire themselves out.

Moon is milky, cold and placid. Mars is pungent, heated, spicy. If Moon is dairy, Mars is chilli or garlic. So, there is a certain balance within this individual, but it's always at the risk of overacting or overinvesting, especially if one or both planets are not placed favorably.

Even then, this placement has a risk of unnecessary aggression (or aggression presented as care), especially when it's placed in a tense/triggering nakshatra like Dhanishta (even though Mars is exalted) or in an intense sign like Scorpio, despite the fact that Mars does well in both of those places on its own.

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Sun conjunct Saturn _ humble soul, integrated ego

So this one is interesting and kind of classic, because Sun and Saturn together is quite a pair.

Traditionally, they're considered enemies, but in the case of people ruled by their nakshatras, theose people work extremely well together.

Natives who carry this conjunction are used to feeling small and inferior since they could remember.

Sun is the soul, Saturn is the limitation. Soul is limitless on its own and immortal in its essence, and despite the fact that Saturnian material boundaries do not kill it, they still give it a really hard time.

Saturn is basically the "maker" of the in-carnation (coming into the body) in a sense that it rules time, finite-ness and all things tangible. In a way, Sun is more solid and crystalized, but it also cannot shine to the full extent that it wants to.

This placement gets easier and easier with time and it's not the worst affliction that a person can have. It's still stable (unless there's also Mars, Moon or Rahu involved) and constructive on some level.

It still does mean that Sun is afflicted by anxiety and nervousness though.

These natives need to develop an immunity to being intimidated and ridiculed. They have to learn to let the unnecesary doubt go.

They might feel like they can never get away with anything. It's like, one way or another, they can never avoid punishment, even if others somehow can and even if it seems unfair.

There is an air of seriousness with them when it comes to their personal lives and individuality. They might not like overly jovial people and are hesitant to trust them. Depending on the sign, house and nakshatra placements, this is going to expand to the areas that they represent.

If, for example, this point is in Gemini, in Punarvasu, in the 4th house, this is going to affect the way they communicate and connect to family members and people close to them, also their subconcious and sense of safety. If it's in Scorpio, in Jyeshta, in the 7th house, it's going to affect their partner(s) and enemies, their competitive side, how they present themselves to everyone who isn't them, who they consider to be "the other". If it's in Aries, in Krittika, in 9th house, it's going to affect their sense of self in the grand scheme of things, their beliefs and philosophy, what they consider to be morally good and correct or not, how they define themselves within the world as they see it.

[farore05]

Amaretto Sour.

Emmrich/Rook Modern AU (no magic)

Rating: E (f/m)

Summary: Distinguished neuroscience professor Emmrich Volkarin finds his carefully structured life upended when he meets a sharp young bartender during a rare night out, only to later discover she’s one of his students.

Tags: Professor/Student relationship, Toxic plot/Wholesome characters, Mutual pining, Fluff and smut, Loss of virginity, Breathplay, Older man/Younger woman, Sign language, Taboo, Angst with a happy ending.

Chapter One: Overdressed

The bar was loud, far louder than Emmrich had anticipated. He adjusted the gold chain around his wrist before clasping his hands neatly on the table. His eyes wandered over the crowd of bodies pressed together at the bar. The music, all bass and beat, seemed designed to override thought, to strip away the layers of one’s identity and reduce them to primal instinct. He sighed quietly.

“Relax, Em,” Strife said, slinging an arm over the back of their booth. His tone was amused, but his eyes gleamed with a touch of fondness. “You look like you’re about to lecture someone on cellular synapses.”

“I assure you, Strife, I have no intention of lecturing anyone tonight,” Emmrich replied softly, his clipped, melodic voice almost swallowed by the din. He adjusted the brooch pinned to his perfectly tailored velvet blazer, a soft lilac tonight, a choice he had debated for far too long before leaving his room. “Though I must admit, I fail to see the appeal of such an environment. It’s… overstimulating.”

Strife laughed, throwing his head back in a way that earned him a few glances from nearby tables. “That’s the point, my dear Emmrich. You’re supposed to let go. Try it sometime.” He gestured toward the crowded bar. “Why don’t you get us another round? It might help.’”

Emmrich’s eyes flicked toward the bar, a hesitant furrow creasing his brow. He hadn’t stepped foot in such a place in decades. His evenings were usually spent in quiet libraries, wine glasses glinting under soft lamplight, or in lecture halls where every word he spoke was carefully chosen, amplified by a microphone so that even the students in the back row could hear him. He wasn’t made for this cacophony of noise and motion.

But Strife’s expectant look made him sigh again . He stood, smoothing the front of his high-waisted trousers. His golden rings glinted under the flickering lights as he adjusted his tie.

Strife smirked. “You’re overdressed, by the way.”

“I dress as I always do,” Emmrich replied, his tone almost apologetic. “Besides, I find the notion of dressing down rather unappealing.”

With that, he stepped out of the booth, weaving carefully through the crowd.

When he reached the counter, he cleared his throat politely, waiting for the bartender to notice him.

“Can I help you?” Asked a young woman, towel slung over her shoulder, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. Her black hair framed her face, accentuating sharp eyes that seemed to take him in all at once.

For a moment, Emmrich faltered. “Ah, yes. I was hoping for two glasses of, hmmm, something not too… overwhelming.”

Her smirk deepened. “Not overwhelming, huh? That’s a new one. Most people just ask for whatever’s the strongest and cheapest.”

Emmrich blinked, momentarily caught off guard by her bluntness.

She tilted her head, studying him as she leaned a little closer. “Amaretto sour?” she guessed with a playful voice. “You look like an amaretto sour kinda guy.”

“I beg your pardon?” His voice was carefully measured, soft and formal.

“It’s just the first fancy drink that came to mind,” she said, shrugging, though the grin never left her face. “No offense, but you don’t exactly blend in here. You seem more… I don’t know, refined. ”

Emmrich hesitated, then nodded slightly. “You’re not wrong. I don’t frequent places like this.”

“Didn’t think so,” she replied, crossing her arms as she leaned back. “So what’s the story, then? Slumming it for fun?”

“Not exactly,” he said, the faintest trace of a smile touching his lips. “I’m here with a friend.”

“Let me guess.” Her eyes narrowed, glinting with mock suspicion. “He dragged you out to loosen up, didn’t he?”

“Quite.”

She laughed, and the sound was warm and disarming. “Well, you’ve got that ‘distinguished professor’ vibe down pat. I’m guessing you’re more comfortable in a lecture hall than, well, here.”

“An astute observation.” Emmrich’s lips curved into a faint smile despite himself. “Though I assure you, I am perfectly capable of carrying a conversation, even in such an environment.”

“Yeah?” She raised an eyebrow as she stared at him, clearly intrigued. “What do you teach?”

“Neuroscience,” he said, his tone brightening with enthusiasm. “It’s a fascinating field, really. The complexity of the human brain, the intricate network of neurons, there’s a kind of poetry in it.”

Her eyebrows lifted, a flicker of something, surprise maybe, crossing her face. “Neuroscience eh? I hear that’s an intense subject. Like… brain scans and stuff, right? MRI machines and, what is it, synapses firing?”

Emmrich’s lips twitched with amusement. “That’s a simplistic way of putting it, but not entirely incorrect. Neuroscience is the study of the nervous system, including the brain, yes, but also the spinal cord and peripheral nerves. It’s a field of vast complexity and depth.”

“Oh, sure,” she said breezily, “like how the left brain is for logic and the right brain is for creativity?”

His academic instincts kicked in. “Actually, that’s a common misconception,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “While certain functions may localize to specific hemispheres, the brain is far more integrated than that. Both hemispheres communicate constantly through the corpus callosum. The idea of a strict left-brain, right-brain dichotomy is largely a myth.”

She paused mid motion, her fingers grazing the stem of a bottle as her head tilted just slightly. A flicker of something playful crossed her face, but it softened quickly. She reached for two glasses and set them down with a soft clink.

“Well,” she said, pouring the drinks, “there goes my trivia knowledge. Guess I’ll have to study harder for the test.”

The corners of Emmrich’s mouth twitched, his usual composure giving way to something lighter. His laughter was soft, almost private, like a sound not meant for the chaos around them. “If this were a test, I’d say you’ve shown an admirable effort thus far. I’m impressed by your curiosity.”

Her gaze flicked up, catching his. “Curiosity’s easy when the subject’s interesting.” Her tone was light, teasing, but something in her eyes lingered. “But I’ll take the compliment. Coming from you, that feels official.”

He tilted his head, studying her with interest. “You seem to know more about neuroscience than the average bartender,” he said. “Though I suspect you’re deliberately keeping me on my toes.”

She arched an eyebrow, setting the bottle down. “What’s that supposed to mean? You think I’m fishing for a bigger tip?”

Her words caught him off guard, and he stiffened, his expression tightening as though he’d stepped on a social landmine. “No—I mean, absolutely not—I wouldn’t suggest—”

She cut him off with a laugh, warm and low, her hand waving dismissively. “Relax,” she said, her smirk reappearing. “I’m just messing with you.” She slid the glasses toward him, her fingers brushing the rim of one before retreating. “Maybe I am fishing for tips. Or…” She let the word hang, her eyes narrowing slightly with mock consideration. “Maybe I just like how you talk about it. You were right, by the way, you are a good conversationalist.”

Emmrich blinked, startled by the ease with which she flipped the moment back into playfulness. He hesitated, his grip tightening briefly on the glass before relaxing. “I’m beginning to doubt that,” he said quietly, a faint warmth rising in his chest despite himself.

“You are,” she insisted. “You’ve got this… passion about it. It’s like, when you talk about neuroscience, your whole face lights up. Makes me want to learn more, even if I probably won’t understand half of it.”

The sincerity of her words tugged at something in his chest. He wasn’t used to such candid praise. In his classroom, his students were often too nervous or too indifferent to offer such remarks.

“Well,” he said, his voice softening as he reached into his wallet. He withdrew a twenty dollar bill, sliding it across the counter. “I appreciate that.”

The bartender picked up the bill and quickly tucked it under the register. She counted out his change, a neat stack of singles, and slid them back across the counter toward him.

His hand met hers as he reached for the bills, their fingers brushing briefly. The touch was fleeting, but enough to pull his gaze to hers. Her eyes flicked up, the teasing edge in them shifted by something more thoughtful.

“Though I’m sure you’d understand far more than you give yourself credit for,” he said, his voice calm as he studied her.

Without a second thought, he returned the bills to the counter. His fingers pressed gently against the stack, sliding it back toward her in the same smooth motion he’d used before. He didn’t speak, but the intention was clear.

Her smirk faltered for just a moment, her posture shifting as she paused. Her fingers hovered over the money, then stilled as her expression softened. She held his gaze for a heartbeat longer than necessary, her eyes losing some of their sharpness.

“Maybe I’ll test that theory sometime,” she said finally, her voice lighter now, a playful lilt returning as she gave him a quick wink.

Before he could gather a response, a familiar arm slung around his shoulders. Strife, his face flushed and his movements clumsy, leaned heavily on him.

“Emm… buddy, I thought you got lost,” he slurred.

Emmrich straightened, his instinct to help overriding his embarrassment. “Excuse me,” he said to the bartender, his tone apologetic.

She waved him off, her grin lingering. “Enjoy the rest of your night.”

As Emmrich guided Strife back toward the booth, he found himself glancing back. She was still there, leaning casually against the bar, her eyes meeting his for a brief, teasing moment before she turned away.

Read the rest here: ⬇️

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60715576/chapters/155048638

[dakusan]

Hi! I just read your post about what happens when you grow old and they don’t. Does the bond change at all once you’re turned? Like does the feeding experience become more intense since the human is now also a vampire? How would it affect the dynamics between the two? Is there any situation where the newly turned human would have a different soulmate bond or is it set in stone that they’re soulmates? Would they still crave the blood of a human or would their soulmate still satisfy them?

Please let me know your thoughts! I’m loving this series! Remember to sleep and eat well!

-🫧

🫧BUBBLE ANON!!

thank you so much for this ask. i adore this ask, and i am thrilled to answer it.

also! before diving in — i'm combining your question with another very related one about what happens if someone is turned at an older age, so we can explore this in more depth: biology, bond evolution, cravings, soulmate dynamics, and that moment you open your eyes as something eternal, beside someone who already was.

Ready? Set. GO

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🧬 1. Does the bond change once the human is turned?

Yes... and no. The soulmate bond is soul-bound, not species-bound. That means once you're turned, the bond doesn’t vanish or break—but it evolves.

When one partner is human, the bond has limits. It allows emotional syncing, some dream-sharing, physical craving, and soul recognition. But when both are vampires? That bond gets amplified like a blood-lit wire.

Emotional sync becomes visceral — they can feel flashes of each other's urges, memories, even phantom sensations.

Feeding becomes euphoric — it's not about survival anymore. It's pure communion.

Sex + blood sharing? Transcendent. They literally become each other's anchor, their only drug, the thing that keeps them sane in eternity.

⏳ 2. What if the human is older when turned? Do they stay aged?

Now here's the real science. Turning doesn't just stop the clock — it rewinds it. But how far? Depends on:

Age at time of turning

Health of the body

Strength of the vampire who turns you

Depth of the bond

The turning phase will rewind you. Rebuild you. The older you are at the time of turning, the more aggressive and volatile that biological reversal becomes.

🩸 THE BIOLOGICAL EVENT HORIZON

The moment vampire blood enters your system—after death—it's a full system overwrite. I've mentioned this before in another answer to someone's ask.

Vampire blood carries:

🔬Retroviral magic particles: Like enchanted viruses. They hijack your DNA, rewrite your genome on the fly, and reprogram your aging.

💉Crimson Code Cytokinesis: Magical analogues of hematophagic cytokines. They force regeneration, but only if bonded or stabilised by sire magic.

☠️Enzymatic kill-switches: If the ritual is off—by timing, intent, or strength—you die for real. No reboot.

⚠️ NECROSIS BEFORE REBIRTH

You die. That's required. Cells begin to rot, signalling the reboot.

Magic floods the system. Not all at once—it's localized bursts: brain stem, heart, bone marrow, endocrine system, skin.

Your body begins violent regeneration. Every cell is rewritten.

👵🏽 SO WHAT IF YOU’RE OLD?

If you're turned at 70, 80, 100?

Your cells are already damaged:

Senescent cells (non-dividing, aged ones) clog the system.

DNA damage and telomere shortening are rampant.

Collagen has broken down.

Neural efficiency is reduced.

Turning must burn all of that away. It's not gentle. It's violent cellular warfare.

🔥Your skin shreds and rebuilds. Bones crack, melt, and reset. Teeth fall out and regrow sharper. Your spine realigns. Your brain—screaming—rewires in real time.

The result?

You wake up young. Strong. Immortal. Usually in your early mid 20s—biologically the vampire body's optimal baseline.

Bye bye wrinkles.

Bye bye arthritis.

Bye bye sun-damaged liver spots.

Bye bye white hair and brittle bones.

Your cells are perfect replicas of an immortal ideal.

🧠 NEUROLOGICAL SIDE EFFECTS (Age Matters)

If you were old, your memories are sharp—but can feel like echoes. Your body no longer matches your mental age. That can cause:

Phantom pains from old injuries that don't exist anymore

Temporal disorientation

Dysmorphia or existential confusion

Vivid dreams of past lovers, children, or events—fading like smoke in daylight.

Some older turned vampires become extremely detached from their former human lives. Others cling to them like ghosts.

🧍🏻‍♂️WHAT ABOUT YOUNG TURNS?

Like Han Jisung who was turned at 21, he barely had anything to "fix". His turning was cleaner, faster, less traumatic.

Minimal necrosis

No telomere repair needed.

Skin, organs, brain—already at peak.

He still died. Still suffered. But he didn't need to be rebuilt. He was preserved.

🤯 TLDR

Older = Longer, more violent turning. Your cells must be reborn, not just preserved.

Turning = Magical stem cell therapy on demonic overdrive.

Result = Immortal body ages ~21-25, but with the mind of someone who remembers death.

🩸 3. Does a newly-turned vampire crave human blood?

Yes—but only briefly.

After turning, your body goes through what's called the First Hunger — a wild, feral craving for human blood. Not just any blood: high-quality, soulmate-reminiscent, potent blood.

But if your soulmate is the one who turned you?

Your bond overrides the pull for others.

You become addicted to them and only them.

It's not just preference. Their blood satisfies every need—like a perfect key in a cursed lock.

💔 4. Can your soulmate change after turning?

NO.

The soulmate bond is one per lifetime. Turning doesn't rewrite fate, it only deepens the bond. If you were bonded before? You're sealed now. Forever.

If you weren't bonded to anyone? You still might find a soulmate post-turn—but it's rarer.

Vampire bonds are singular, violent, cosmic. You don't get to "try again". If it's them, it's always been them.

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thank you for this ask, i love diving into the science and biology of it all.

come again any time 💋🦇

[badguyswin]

Rebel Rogue to Stormtrooper

For the anon that wanted a Han Solo to Stormtrooper TF!

The Imperial research facility on Dantooine was a fortress of cold precision, its subterranean chambers lit by the sterile glow of bioluminescent panels. In the heart of the complex, within a sealed laboratory pulsing with the hum of advanced machinery, Han Solo lay restrained on a sleek obsidian table. His wrists and ankles were bound by magnetic cuffs, his body wired with a network of electrodes and intravenous lines. The air was thick with the acrid scent of chemicals and the faint ozone tang of active circuitry. Above him, a massive neural reconditioner loomed, its array of emitters glowing with a sickly green light. This was Project Ascendant, the Empire’s audacious attempt to forge the ultimate soldier—a drone of unwavering loyalty, enhanced physicality, and controlled desire.

Dr. Varn Korr, the project’s lead scientist, stood at a control console, his fingers dancing across holoscreens displaying Han’s vital signs and neural activity. “Subject Solo,” he said, his voice clinical but laced with a hint of excitement, “your resistance is irrelevant. The procedure will make you a monument to the Empire’s vision.” Han’s eyes, still burning with defiance, flicked toward Korr. “Go to hell,” he spat, his voice hoarse but sharp. Inside, his mind raced—thoughts of Chewie, Leia, the Falcon, the Rebellion. He’d get out of this. He always did.

But the procedure had already begun.

The first phase targeted Han’s body. A series of micro-injectors embedded in the table pierced his skin, delivering a bioengineered serum—a volatile mix of nanites, growth hormones, and gene-editing compounds. The nanites swarmed his muscles, rewriting cellular structures to enhance density and strength. Han’s body convulsed as his lean smuggler’s frame began to change. His biceps swelled, veins bulging like cables under his skin. His chest broadened, pectorals straining against his white shirt. His legs, once wiry, thickened into pillars of raw power. Within minutes, his muscle mass had increased by thirty percent, his body sculpted into a form that rivaled the most elite Imperial commandos. His height remained unchanged, but his presence was now imposing, a weapon forged in flesh.

But the transformation went beyond strength. The serum included a facial reconstruction protocol, designed to erase Han Solo’s identity entirely. Nanites targeted his bone structure, subtly reshaping his jawline to a sharper, more symmetrical angle, enhancing its chiseled definition. His cheekbones lifted, becoming more pronounced, giving him an almost aristocratic handsomeness. His nose, once slightly crooked from a bar fight on Corellia, was straightened and refined. His skin smoothed, scars fading, leaving a flawless complexion that radiated idealized beauty. The face staring back from the reflective surface of a nearby monitor was no longer Han Solo’s—it was a stranger’s, classically handsome, a perfect mask for the Empire’s new weapon.

As the nanites worked, a sleek assistant droid, its limbs tipped with precision tools, approached. “Commencing cranial depilation,” it intoned in a flat monotone. Han’s head jerked against the restraints as the droid’s buzzing clippers descended. His dark, tousled hair—part of his roguish charm—fell in clumps to the floor, leaving his scalp bare and gleaming under the lab’s harsh lights. The droid applied a chemical sealant, ensuring the hair would never grow back, further stripping away his former identity. Han’s fingers twitched, his mind screaming. Not my hair, you bucket of bolts. But the act was symbolic, a final severing of the smuggler’s image.

The serum also targeted his endocrine system, amplifying his testosterone levels to unnatural heights. This wasn’t just for strength—it was a deliberate alteration to heighten his sex drive, a tool for control. The nanites rewired neural pathways linked to pleasure, ensuring that release could only occur on command from an Imperial officer. The result was a constant, gnawing arousal, a torment that pulsed through him like a second heartbeat. Han gritted his teeth as the sensation took hold, a primal urge he couldn’t shake. “What the hell are you doing to me?” he growled, his voice trembling with rage and something else—something he couldn’t name. His new face, handsome but alien, felt like a betrayal of his very self.

Korr’s assistant, a droid with a monotone voice, responded: “The serum enhances physical capability and enforces compliance through controlled dopamine release. You will serve the Empire with unmatched vigor.” Han’s mind recoiled, but his body betrayed him, muscles flexing involuntarily as the nanites completed their work.

The second phase was far crueler. The neural reconditioner activated, its emitters projecting electromagnetic pulses into Han’s brain, targeting his prefrontal cortex, amygdala, and hippocampus. The machine systematically dismantled his sense of self, burying memories of his life under a haze of distortion. The pulses didn’t erase them; they smothered them, overlaying new directives. The Empire was order. The Empire was purpose. The Empire was everything.

Han’s thoughts fought back, a maelstrom of defiance. I’m Han Solo. I don’t kneel to anyone. He clung to fragments—the Falcon’s cockpit, Chewie’s roar, Leia’s defiant glare. But each pulse sent a wave of euphoria, a false pleasure tied to Imperial loyalty. The first time he pictured the Emperor’s throne, a shiver of satisfaction ran through him, and he hated it. No, that’s not me. “Get out of my head!” he rasped, sweat beading on his newly sculpted face. His bald scalp gleamed, a stark reminder of his fading identity.

Korr leaned in, his voice almost soothing. “Resistance is futile, Solo. The procedure rewrites your neural architecture. Every rebellious thought will be rerouted to loyalty. Every desire will serve the Empire.” He increased the reconditioner’s intensity, and Han’s mind screamed as his memories fractured. The Rebellion became a vague chaos, a blight to be eradicated. Leia’s face blurred, replaced by the stark lines of an Imperial crest. The pleasure of serving the Empire felt… right. Natural.

The final stage imprinted a new identity: TK-417. The designation rooted itself in his psyche, a truth that overshadowed Han Solo. The smuggler was a relic, a shadow of disorder. TK-417 was the future—a perfect drone, his handsome face and muscular form a testament to Imperial perfection. The constant arousal, now a permanent undercurrent, was tied to this identity. Obedience promised relief, however fleeting. Disobedience brought only torment. As the procedure neared completion, Han’s thoughts grew ordered, mechanical. The Empire is order. I am TK-417. I will serve.

As the neural reconditioner powered down, the assistant droid approached once more, its arm now fitted with a precision tattooing tool. “Initiating permanent identification marking,” it stated. The droid’s needle hummed, piercing the skin of TK-417’s left pectoral muscle. Han’s body twitched, the pain sharp but fleeting, as the droid etched the code “TK-417” in bold, black Imperial script. The tattoo was deep, permanent, a brand declaring him property of the Empire. The sight of it, reflected in a nearby monitor, sealed the transformation. The last vestige of Han Solo recoiled at the mark, but TK-417 felt a surge of pride—the Empire’s claim on him was absolute, a badge of his purpose.

In the early stages, Han’s mind was a warzone. The physical changes were a violation—his muscles too heavy, his face unfamiliar, his scalp bare and cold. The tattoo on his chest burned, a constant reminder of his captivity. The arousal was a humiliating distraction, a need that clawed at his focus. I’m still me, he told himself, picturing the Falcon’s controls or Leia’s smirk. But the experimental serum still pumping through his veins made his body feel alien, too strong, too perfect. When he caught his reflection, the handsome stranger staring back unnerved him. That’s not my face. The loss of his hair and the tattoo on his chest felt like personal insults, stripping away his roguish identity.

By the third day, the reconditioner began to win. He’d think of the Rebellion and feel a programmed disgust, a betrayal of his core. No, I’m with them. But the pleasure of imagining Imperial victories was undeniable, a drug seeping into his thoughts. He saw himself in white armor, his new face hidden, his bald head encased in a helmet, the tattoo a mark of honor, and for a moment, it felt right. He shook it off, cursing Korr, the Empire and above all his own weakness. 

Those brief moments of clarity soon faded. By the fifth day, Han Solo was a ghost. TK-417 dominated, his thoughts a loop of devotion. The arousal was a leash, driving him to obey for the promise of release. The tattoo on his chest, once a source of rage, now felt like a badge of purpose. When Korr tested him, ordering him to recite Imperial doctrine, the words flowed effortlessly: “The Empire brings order. I am its instrument.” The pride in his voice, resonating from his perfect jawline, sickened the fading spark of Han, but it was buried deep.

When the procedure was complete, TK-417 was led to the facility’s armory, a cavernous chamber lined with racks of gleaming stormtrooper armor. His transformation was absolute—his physique a marvel of broad shoulders and chiseled muscles, the tattooed “TK-417” stark against his left pectoral. His face, now classically handsome, was a mask of Imperial ideals, his bald scalp a symbol of his erased past. The assistant droid guided him to a designated station where his personalized armor awaited, its white plastoid plates polished to a mirror sheen. The sight of it stirred something in TK-417—not a memory, but a programmed instinct. This was his purpose, his destiny.

As he began to don the armor, the process felt ritualistic, each piece a step deeper into his new identity. He started with the black bodysuit, its tight fabric clinging to his enhanced musculature, accentuating every curve and bulge. The sensation of the material against his skin sent a shiver through him, and the ever-present arousal surged, his body responding with a hard, throbbing intensity. The serum’s effects were relentless, tying his desire to acts of service. Dressing in the armor, becoming the Empire’s weapon, was an act of devotion, and it inflamed his need. He adjusted the bodysuit, his breath quickening, the tightness amplifying his arousal to a near-painful edge. Release was impossible without a command, leaving him in a state of perpetual, maddening want.

Next came the plastoid plates. TK-417 fastened the chest piece, the tattoo of his designation now hidden beneath the armor’s protective shell. The weight of it felt right, a physical manifestation of his loyalty. As he secured the pauldrons, greaves, and gauntlets, his movements were precise, mechanical, each click and snap reinforcing his purpose. The armor was an extension of the Empire, and encasing himself in it was an act of surrender to its will. His arousal intensified with every piece, his body trembling as he fought the urge to seek relief that would never come without permission. The sensation was exquisite torture, a reminder of his place as a tool of the Empire.

Finally, he lifted the helmet, its black eye lenses staring back like twin voids. As he lowered it over his bald scalp, the HUD flickered to life, feeding him tactical data and Imperial directives. The helmet sealed with a hiss, erasing his handsome features, leaving only the faceless visage of a stormtrooper. Inside, TK-417’s mind was a furnace of devotion, his arousal a constant hum that drove him to obey. He stood before a mirror, the reflection showing not Han Solo, but a perfect Imperial drone, ready to enforce order.

Captain Drex entered, his polished boots clicking on the floor. He inspected TK-417, his gaze lingering on the armored figure. “Impressive, TK-417,” he said, his voice laced with sadistic amusement. “You’re a fine specimen of the Empire’s vision.” He stepped closer, his presence commanding. “Kneel.” TK-417 dropped to one knee, his armor clanking softly, his arousal spiking at the command. The promise of release was a beacon, but Drex only smirked. “Not yet. Prove your worth on the battlefield.”

As TK-417 boarded a shuttle for his first mission, his thoughts were a hymn to the Empire. I will make the galaxy kneel. The armor, still warm against his skin, felt like a second skin, each movement stoking the fire of his desire. The tattoo beneath his chest plate was a silent vow, a mark of ownership. The spark of Han Solo flickered faintly, stirred by a distant Rebel transmission mentioning a Wookiee and a princess, but it was too weak to matter. TK-417 marched forward, a mindless drone, his enhanced body a weapon, his desires a chain, his tattooed mark and gleaming armor a testament to his purpose—the Empire’s alone.

[talonabraxas]

Energy like you has no beginning and no end. It can never be destroyed. It is only ever shifting states.” — Panache Desai

Angels of Sirius Talon Abraxas On The Energies Today we have a rare energetic alignment as the Moon aligns with Sirius, the brightest star in our night sky and a powerful transmitter of galactic light codes and higher-dimensional frequencies. This celestial gateway is a moment of heightened interstellar connection, a bridge between the Earth’s emotional body (the Moon) and the cosmic wisdom of Sirius, our Spiritual Sun. When the Moon aligns with Sirius, it opens a quantum corridor between our inner world and higher realms of consciousness. The Moon acts as an amplifier, bringing these cosmic downloads directly into your emotional body, cellular memory, and energetic DNA. You may feel this as a surge of intuitive knowing, heart expansion, and deep emotional healing. The light codes transmitted from Sirius today carry frequency keys that awaken dormant starseed memories. Because of the Moon energy you may be healing deep ancestral patterns and emotional wounds. These energies are helping you to transmute fear, grief, and past-life imprints that have kept you in 3D density. Today is great for connecting with your Higher Self and grounding in the Lightbody upgrades. Remember to drink extra water and rest as needed. These energies can bring major recalibrations. They are helping to better attune to the star frequencies.

[drnikolatesla]

Reviving Tesla’s Dream: The Future of Wireless Power Transmission

“My project was retarded by the laws of nature. The world was not prepared for it. It was too far ahead of time. But the same laws will prevail in the end and make it a triumphal success.” – Nikola Tesla

In the early days of radio technology, there was a crucial decision point that split wireless technology into two distinct paths. One path, pursued by Marconi and others, focused on electromagnetic wave transmission. The other path, championed by Nikola Tesla, aimed to minimize electromagnetic waves and use the Earth itself for energy transmission. While the world predominantly embraced the former, Tesla’s innovative approach was largely forgotten. Let’s explore Tesla’s lost art.

Tesla's wireless power transmission system, often known as his "Magnifying Transmitter," was a pioneering approach to sending electrical energy over long distances. Unlike today’s wireless technologies, which rely on electromagnetic waves, Tesla's design aimed to transmit energy through the earth, which he believed was more efficient.

Tesla showcased his system’s potential during his 1899 experiments in Colorado Springs. He successfully transmitted energy through the ground, illuminating bulbs about a mile away from the transmitter. Tesla saw this as a matter of engineering: just as a machine that can throw a rock 5 feet can be engineered to throw it 1,000 feet, he believed his system could be adjusted to transmit power across any distance on Earth.

Modern wireless technologies, such as radio, Wi-Fi, and cellular networks, use electromagnetic waves that spread outward from a source. These waves lose strength according to the inverse square law, which means signal strength decreases with the square of the distance from the source. This energy loss is a significant limitation for long-distance communication and power transmission.

Tesla’s vision was quite different. He recognized that while electromagnetic waves were effective for communication, they were inefficient for transmitting large amounts of power. As he put it, “I only used low alternations, and I produced 90 percent in current energy and only 10 percent in electromagnetic waves, which are wasted.” Tesla aimed to minimize electromagnetic radiation, which he considered to be energy-draining. Instead, he focused on transmitting energy through the earth, which he believed was more efficient and recoverable.

Tesla's system utilized a large coil known as the "Magnifying Transmitter," which generated a high-voltage, low-frequency current. This design featured significant self-inductance and minimal capacitance, producing a strong resonant effect. By accumulating and directing massive amounts of energy with minimal losses, Tesla aimed for efficient power transmission. As he explained, “I accumulate in that circuit a tremendous energy... I prefer to reduce those waves in quantity and pass a current into the earth, because electromagnetic wave energy is not recoverable while the earth current is entirely recoverable, being the energy stored in an elastic system.”

The scientific principles of Tesla's system include:

1. Resonant Circuits: Tesla's system used resonant circuits, tuning the primary and secondary coils to the same frequency. This resonance allowed for efficient energy transfer between coils, amplifying energy while minimizing losses.

2. Self-Inductance: A key component of Tesla’s system was self-inductance. A large coil with high self-inductance generated a strong magnetic field essential for creating high-voltage, low-frequency current. Self-inductance helped store energy in the coil’s magnetic field, critical for high power levels.

3. Capacitance: Tesla’s design involved large capacitors to store electrical energy. Capacitance was kept small compared to self-inductance to achieve desired resonant effects. The capacitors would discharge rapidly, creating high-voltage pulses for transmission through the earth.

To construct a system similar to Tesla’s, he advised:

1. Low Frequency, High Voltage Design: Build a large Tesla coil to generate high voltages at low frequencies. Ensure the design minimizes electromagnetic radiation and focuses on efficient energy transfer into the ground.

2. Loose Coupling for Resonance: Use loose coupling between the primary and secondary coils to achieve significant resonant rise. The coils should be inductively linked but not too close to avoid direct energy transfer.

3. Earth Connection: Establish a deep, effective ground connection to allow the transmitter to send electrical currents into the earth, utilizing its natural conductive properties.

4. Minimizing Radiation: Design the system to suppress electromagnetic radiation, aiming to retain energy within the circuit and direct it into the ground. Tune the system to maximize energy storage and transfer.

5. Energy Storage and Discharge: Incorporate large capacitors for storing and rapidly discharging energy to create high-voltage, low-frequency oscillations.

Tesla’s system faced significant challenges, including the need for large, expensive equipment. In 1914, he estimated the cost of his "Magnifying Transmitter" at $450,000—around $15 million today. These financial constraints prevented him from fully realizing his dream and unfortunately led to his public image as a mad scientist with unrealistic future visions. However, the potential applications of his system are vast, from global wireless power transmission to reducing infrastructure costs and powering remote areas. With ongoing advancements in technology, Tesla’s vision may be within reach.

Tesla’s system presents an alternative approach to wireless energy transmission, focusing on efficiency and long-distance power transfer over the broad dispersal of electromagnetic waves. While modern technologies have advanced in different ways, Tesla’s principles—especially his focus on resonant circuits and earth currents—provide valuable insights into alternative methods of energy transmission. Exploring these principles today could lead to innovative applications, such as more efficient long-distance power transmission or new energy transfer methods.

[marvelshifter111]

Ethereal magic - superpower pack

This was kinda hard

The user is able to tap in to the ethereal and otherworldly energy to create magic.

Ethereal manipulation - The user can create, shape and manipulate ethereal and otherworldly energy from various planes of existence and utilize it in a manner that would give them a celestial-like status throughout existence.

Magic manipulation - The user commands the ability to create, manipulate, and shape magic.

Ethereal constructs - The user has the ability to create near-indestructible, otherworldly constructs out of a substance which acts as both matter and energy, but at the same time being neither one.

Force field generation - The user can create a field formed from energy, elements, the environment, or by manipulating smaller items to form a greater whole.

Shape shifting - Users can change their shape, size, color, density, texture, cellular composition, and/or atomic composition to mimic qualities, impersonate entities, amplify abilities, and/or traverse environments.

Illusion generation - The user can generate various types of illusions, from sensory and mental to external and environmental.

Spell casting - The power to cast spells.

Animacy - The user's magical abilities revolve around manipulating the living, life, the life-force, and life forms.

Necromancy - The users either have magical abilities or have powers that revolve around manipulating the dead, death, the death-force.

Psychokinesis - The power to manipulate or move objects with the mind without physical interaction.

[pokemoncenter]

I know snake Pokémon eat meat, but there is one thing I’ve been curious about; do Serperior need to eat meat as well? Being a Grass-type they would get most of their energy from the sun, but when they do actually eat food would they eat fruit or plant-based material instead?

Serperior is an exception among exceptions. Its use of solar energy is incredible- Many prominent solar energy panels use methods developed by studying a Serprior's leaves. It can sustain itself seemingly-indefinitely solely by taking in sunlight, because it has a system in its cells that essentially amplifies it- Its leaves contain special cells that focus the sunlight. While most photosynthesizing Pokemon have cells intended to minimize waste, Serperior instead somehow amplifies the sunlight it receives.

(I cannot give further details, as the cellular mechanics or the sciences of light are both beyond me.)

Serperior is, however, capable of eating. This is thought to be leftover from before it adapted this sunlight-boosting ability, where it needed other forms of nutrition. It is thought that eventually, Serperiors may simply lose their mouths entirely as unnecessary, but that is for the far future. When it does it, it should be given meat, as it still does not digest plant material- If it did, it would be at risk of digesting itself.

It does not need to eat at all, but if it does so, it should be given a similar diet to an Ekans. Meat and egg.

[seraphicsouq]

FREQUENCIES, MORPHIC FIELDS AND BINURAL BEATS

here is what i found out about it all (not my words or any, its just something i thought and so searched and asked from AI cuz why not?) Tell me your opinions on it because i dont see much posts talking about these.

1. Stacking Morphic Fields:

Morphic Fields: These are believed to be patterns of energy that influence form and behavior. You can stack multiple morphic fields to target different aspects of your physical or mental state simultaneously. For example, you might combine fields for physical healing, mental clarity, and emotional balance in one session.

2. Layering Theta Waves:

Theta Waves: These brainwaves are associated with deep relaxation, meditation, and accessing the subconscious mind. Theta waves can enhance the effects of morphic fields by putting you in a receptive state. Layering theta waves with other frequencies can amplify your focus and relaxation, making it easier for your mind to absorb and integrate the energies or intentions of the morphic fields.

3. Incorporating Specific Frequencies:

Solfeggio Frequencies: Certain frequencies, like those in the Solfeggio scale, are believed to have specific healing properties. For example, 528 Hz is associated with DNA repair and transformation. You can layer these frequencies with theta waves to enhance their effects.

Binaural Beats: These are auditory illusions created by playing two slightly different frequencies in each ear, which your brain perceives as a third frequency. Binaural beats can be used to induce specific brainwave states (like alpha, beta, or theta) and can be layered with other audio tracks.

4. Combining Them:

Creating a Stack: You can start by listening to a morphic field, then layer it with theta waves or binaural beats to deepen your meditative state. Finally, add specific frequencies that align with your goals, such as healing, energy boosting, or mental clarity.

Sequential Listening: You could also listen to each component in sequence. Start with a morphic field, follow with a track of theta waves, and finish with a frequency that targets a specific need. This sequence helps guide your mind and body through different stages of relaxation, focus, and healing.

5. Customization:

Personalized Stacks: Depending on your goals, you can create customized stacks. For example, if your aim is physical healing, you might combine a healing morphic field with theta waves to reach deep relaxation, followed by frequencies like 528 Hz for cellular repair.

6. Mindful Integration:

Focused Intent: While layering, it’s important to set a clear intention for what you want to achieve. The combined effects of these elements can be more powerful when your mind is focused and aligned with your goals.

7. Experimentation:

Finding What Works: Everyone’s response to these elements can vary. It might take some experimentation to find the right combination that works best for you. Pay attention to how each combination makes you feel and adjust accordingly.

[spectralpixelsredone]

Analysis of Dr. Merlot’s Mutant Serum (Ooze) in RWBY: Grimm Eclipse

Dr. Merlot’s Mutant Serum, referred to as “Ooze” due to its glowing green, toxic appearance, is a pivotal creation in RWBY: Grimm Eclipse. This serum is responsible for transforming standard Grimm into enhanced, mutated versions with superior strength, size, and unique abilities. Below, I analyze its creation process, possible methods (including dust, ancient magic, or other means), and its properties based on the provided information.

Creation of the Mutant Serum

Source Material: Radioactive Ooze

The serum is derived from a mysterious radioactive substance naturally produced on Merlot’s remote island. This glowing green ooze is collected from toxic pools via pipes and processed in Merlot’s laboratory complex.

The radioactive nature suggests it could be a unique, naturally occurring element or compound not found elsewhere in Remnant, possibly tied to the island’s desert-like, hazardous environment.

No explicit mention is made of Dust (Remnant’s elemental energy source) or ancient magic being involved, but these cannot be ruled out entirely, as Merlot’s advanced scientific knowledge might incorporate such elements subtly.

Merlot’s Scientific Expertise

Dr. Merlot, a brilliant scientist and founder of Merlot Industries, specializes in genetics and artificial intelligence. His expertise in Grimm biology—unmatched by others in Remnant—allowed him to develop the serum.

The serum’s creation likely involves genetic engineering or biochemical manipulation, altering the Grimm’s physiology at a cellular level. This could include:

Splicing or modifying Grimm DNA (if Grimm possess such a structure, which is unclear in RWBY lore).

Infusing the radioactive ooze with stabilizing agents to make it viable for injection or exposure.

Catalyzing mutations through controlled exposure to the ooze, possibly in a lab environment with specialized equipment.

Merlot’s laboratory is equipped with advanced technology, including terminals and androids, suggesting a high-tech setup for refining the ooze into a usable serum.

Possible Involvement of Dust or Ancient Magic

Dust: In RWBY, Dust is a versatile energy source used in technology and combat. While not explicitly stated, Merlot might have used Dust (e.g., Gravity or Energy Dust) to stabilize or enhance the ooze’s radioactive properties. For example:

Dust could power the machinery that processes the ooze.

Certain Dust types (like Fire or Lightning) might amplify the serum’s mutative effects.

Ancient Magic: The RWBY universe includes ancient magic (e.g., the Maidens, Ozpin’s abilities), but there’s no direct evidence Merlot used it. However:

The ooze’s unique properties and the Grimm’s supernatural nature (as soulless creatures tied to Remnant’s darker forces) could hint at an arcane connection. The ooze might be a byproduct of ancient magical phenomena on the island, which Merlot scientifically harnessed.

Merlot’s god complex and obsession with “perfecting” Grimm suggest he might have sought forbidden knowledge, potentially dabbling in magical or alchemical processes.

Other Possibilities: The ooze could be a naturally occurring alchemical substance or a remnant of some ancient cataclysm tied to the Grimm’s origins. Merlot’s success where others failed might stem from his willingness to experiment with this volatile material, combining it with his scientific prowess.

Process of Creation

Collection: Pipes extract the radioactive ooze from toxic pools on the island.

Refinement: In the laboratory, the ooze is processed into a serum, likely through filtration, chemical stabilization, or genetic engineering techniques.

Application: The serum is administered to Grimm (via injection, exposure, or other means), triggering rapid mutations. The process is precise, as different Grimm species develop distinct abilities (e.g., explosive Creeps, spike-firing Beowolves).

Properties of the Mutant Serum

The serum dramatically enhances Grimm, altering their physical and behavioral traits. Its properties, as observed in RWBY: Grimm Eclipse and RWBY: Combat Ready, include:

Physical and Visual Changes

Color Shift: Mutated Grimm exhibit green eyes, markings, and internal structures (contrasting with the red of standard Grimm). Their spikes resemble glowing green crystals, likely a result of the ooze’s radioactive influence.

Increased Size and Strength: Mutated Grimm are significantly larger and stronger than their normal counterparts, making them more formidable in combat.

Enhanced Durability: The mutations likely increase resilience, as seen with the mutant Death Stalker, which withstands prolonged battles against Team RWBY.

Species-Specific Abilities

The serum’s effects vary by Grimm species, suggesting it interacts with their unique biological or supernatural traits:

Mutant Creeps:

Gain explosive capabilities, seeking out enemies and detonating on proximity.

This suggests the serum alters their physiology to produce volatile compounds or energy within their bodies.

Mutant Beowolves:

Develop a ranged attack, firing a line of crystal-like bone spikes that erupt from the ground.

The spikes’ crystalline appearance ties to the serum’s green, crystalline aesthetic, indicating a structural change in their bone or exoskeletal material.

Mutant Death Stalker:

Gains multiple new attacks, including enhanced physical strikes and the ability to spawn smaller Grimm.

This spawning ability is unprecedented among standard Grimm, suggesting the serum unlocks or mimics a reproductive or summoning mechanism.

Grimm Hybrids (RWBY: Combat Ready):

Merlot creates hybrid Grimm, combining traits of multiple species. The serum likely enables cross-species genetic or supernatural fusion, though the exact method is unknown.

Behavioral Changes

Mutated Grimm retain their aggressive instincts but may exhibit altered tactics due to their new abilities (e.g., Creeps’ kamikaze behavior, Beowolves’ ranged attacks).

Merlot’s belief in controlling Grimm suggests the serum might include mechanisms to make them more responsive to commands, though this is not fully realized in the game.

Stability and Limitations

The serum appears stable, as mutated Grimm function effectively without immediate degradation.

However, its long-term effects are unclear. The destruction of Merlot’s lab and island suggests the serum’s production is unsustainable without the island’s ooze.

The serum’s reliance on a unique radioactive substance limits its scalability, as the ooze is tied to the island’s geology.

How Merlot Made the Serum: Hypothetical Methods

Based on the evidence, Merlot’s creation process likely combines advanced science with the island’s unique resources. Here’s a plausible step-by-step method:

Discovery of the Ooze:

Merlot identifies the radioactive ooze on the island, recognizing its potential to affect Grimm biology due to its supernatural or radioactive properties.

Scientific Analysis:

Using his expertise in genetics, Merlot studies the ooze’s composition, possibly identifying its mutagenic properties through experiments on captured Grimm.

Stabilization:

The raw ooze is refined into a serum using laboratory equipment. This might involve:

Filtering out impurities.

Adding stabilizing agents (potentially Dust-based compounds).

Enhancing its potency through biochemical processes.

Genetic Engineering:

Merlot designs the serum to target specific aspects of Grimm physiology, tailoring it to produce desired mutations (e.g., explosive Creeps, spike-firing Beowolves).

This could involve synthetic biology or nanotechnology to ensure precise delivery of the ooze’s effects.

Testing and Iteration:

Merlot tests the serum on various Grimm species, refining it based on results. The terminal note “Process status: 78% completed” suggests the serum was still in development.

Application:

The serum is administered to Grimm in controlled environments (e.g., cages or lab chambers), triggering rapid mutations.

Role of Dust or Magic

Dust: If used, Dust likely powers the lab’s equipment or enhances the serum’s effects. For example, Energy Dust could amplify the ooze’s radioactivity, while Gravity Dust might stabilize its volatile nature.

Ancient Magic: If magic is involved, it could be an unconscious byproduct of the ooze’s origins (e.g., tied to the God of Darkness or Grimm creation). Merlot, unaware of its magical nature, treats it as a scientific phenomenon.

Other: The ooze might be a Remnant-specific anomaly, akin to a radioactive isotope with supernatural properties. Merlot’s success lies in his ability to harness it without fully understanding its origins.

Implications and Context

Merlot’s Motivation: Merlot’s god complex and belief in “perfecting” Grimm drive his serum research. He views nature’s evolution as flawed and seeks to impose his vision of control and enhancement, as reflected in the song Lusus Naturae.

Ethical Concerns: The serum’s creation involved unethical practices, including attracting Grimm to Mountain Glenn, leading to the settlement’s destruction. Merlot’s “ends justify the means” mentality underscores the serum’s dangerous potential.

Comparison to The Island of Doctor Moreau: The serum parallels Dr. Moreau’s experiments, forcing unnatural evolution on creatures. Like Moreau, Merlot’s hubris leads to his downfall when his creations and lab are destroyed.

Impact on Remnant: The serum’s existence raises questions about Grimm biology and their potential for manipulation. Merlot’s success, though catastrophic, suggests other scientists might attempt similar experiments, posing future threats.

Conclusion

Dr. Merlot’s Mutant Serum, derived from a radioactive ooze found on his island, is a groundbreaking yet dangerous invention that transforms Grimm into powerful, mutated forms with green crystalline features and species-specific abilities (e.g., explosive Creeps, spike-firing Beowolves, spawning Death Stalkers). Its creation likely involves genetic engineering, biochemical refinement, and possibly Dust to stabilize or enhance the ooze, though ancient magic remains a speculative factor tied to the ooze’s mysterious origins. The serum’s properties include enhanced strength, size, durability, and unique combat abilities, but its reliance on a rare resource limits its scalability. Merlot’s scientific brilliance, combined with his god complex, makes the serum a testament to his ambition and a cautionary tale of unchecked experimentation in the RWBY universe.

(Think it works like the mutagen could it mutate beings.)

[night-raven-miscellany]

The stage was set. The lights were glaring. The musicians all prepared with their stands and scores while the cast found their places.

All in all, everything indicated that the show was going to go off without a hitch. The audience murmured in anticipation as the lights dimmed.

"Welcome to the show, ladies, gentlemen, and other attendees, to a new production of the classic play The Hero and The Horned King, put on for you this evening by the Night Raven Drama Club.

We request that you silence your cellular devices and turn off all flash, as it is not only distracting to the audience, but to the actors as well.

Now, please. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show."

-

Casimir trembled as he prepared to step on stage for his grand entrance. The show had indeed gone off without a hitch. He had heard from one of the crew members earlier that his family was indeed in the audience, which... was a relief in some ways.

In others, though, it terrified him.

He couldn't allow this to hinder his performance, though - not in the least. He would need to put on an opening performance that would put even the biggest stars to shame. He had to make sure this went perfectly.

"Casimir. I understand you're stressed about this... are you sure you're alright to go on tonight?" James had asked him, voice a low whisper backstage as Casimir shook his hands, trying to ready himself. The rat beastman's pink eyes reflected the dim blacklight, illuminating his face that held concern for the night fae.

"I... I hope so." He replied equally as quietly, without the confidence he was typically known for.

When the time came, he found his place, assuming his villainous bravado once again, but this time for a character rather than himself.

He started to speak, scanning the audience for where his family sat, gaze becoming determined once he laid eyes on them.

He watched, trying to ignore the fear bubbling in his chest as he snuck glances at his father who looked...

Bored. Uninterested. Kept checking his watch and making remarks towards his mother, who was presumably scolding him.

This... this wasn't good, was it? This was very bad.

"A-alas, young hero, this is where your journey shall end!" He proclaimed, voice shaking just the tiniest bit as he flapped his wings dramatically. "Guardsmen! Take him to the dungeon below!"

As the actors moved off the stage, leaving Casimir for his number, he felt a sudden apprehension. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

The rigging for the lights above his head began moving as scripted, preparing the stage for a song as the pit began to play. He opened his mouth to sing and-

The rigging suddenly dropped, whizzing past Casimir's face and only barely avoiding crashing on the floor of the stage.

Casimir looked behind the curtains to see a group of actors that had been harassing him pushing past crew members, snickering as they were met by quiet and angry scolding.

No matter... Casimir could persist, right?

He went to start again, as members of the pit, in their own startled way, began flubbing the music - the music he had so carefully arranged and rearranged to meet everyone's needs.

Everything was amplified now. The laughs of his peers backstage turned into mocking cackles, the kind he heard on the playground as a child before they'd run screaming from the odd, quiet child in the back of the room. The lights were bright, too bright, and seemed to burn right through his retinas. Casimir stared out at the audience, caught like a deer in the headlights. The words and music suddenly escaped his brain, and he froze completely.

"*ahem* Apologies for the interruption, but we are going to be taking a brief intermission due to some interference backstage. Please remain seated, and the show will resume momentarily."

Casimir barely processed James's announcement as he stared aimlessly into the audience. His eyes locked on to a familiar figure standing up and pushing his way through the audience and to the door, phone to the ear. He didn't hear James calling for him as the curtains drew closed.

-

No... no this couldn't be happening. This was too important for him to screw up. Why was this happening?

This was EVERYTHING to him... so why did it seem like the universe was so intent on prying it from him?! He couldn't give up - he WOULDN'T give up! The Demon King of Bald Mountain did not allow himself to leave until the early morning dawn banished him from the realm until the next gathering of the spirits - Casimir would not allow himself to falter until those lights dimmed and the show was over.

'...Don't allow this to happen, Casimir. You can't. You're not going to let this opportunity slip, right?'

"N-No... I won't."

'Then don't. Don't let them play the villain in your show. That isnt their role. Remember, Casimir. There is only one truly evil being in this school. That being is you. Remind these plebeians of their place. Remind your family of your own status.

People want a villain, correct? Give them the villain you were always destined to be.'

Tags yayyyy:

@nrcsfavoriteshrimps @venaue @creatorbiaze @hello-from-nrc-infirmary

[eatmangoesnekkid]

A tiny bit of sun came out in Amsterdam, how lovely. 🥰😘

It had me thinking how with one tiny sperm, the female body amplifies this beautiful energy and pieces together a whole human from inside her own body. A woman’s (and other female-bodied person’s) role at this time is to become more responsible for the energy being penetrated into her, including what she focuses on and gives her attention to, because she will eventually give birth to “it,” whether a child, the condition of her health, the quality of her psyche, or the state of the world.

So many female bodies from many timelines have been penetrated mindlessly or hurriedly—with force, impatience, anger, pain, deception, resentment, hatred, disgust, extraction, etc. This is a kind of war we don’t talk about.

You must stop consenting to all war happening with the female line.

Like when getting a Pap smear, your nurse or doctor needs to ask you for permission to enter your body, and not enter with no regard for your readiness. It’s always the subtlest things that have the greatest cellular and metaphysical impact, you see.

In other words, you must begin to awaken to the truth of what is really happening inside, including harm you say about your body when no one is looking. Because eventually you give birth to it in the external world. That’s the metaphysics of what it means to be female. 🙏🏿

We can no longer blame men. We can no longer blame the patriarchy. We can no longer blame colonialism or any other system.

We are the ones who have been colluding with them all. Our great great grandmothers were in agreement with them. And we have to been playing small, like we are not powerful in our female bodies.

The key code to mastering this reality is Learning how to let go but also learning how to grieve deeply. Both can be excruciating. How lovely 🫀

Give your body real love. Be penetrated and seeded with real love.

Creating a better world begins with you. That’s how powerful you really are.

Getting into right relationship with your sacral power —your creativity—is the path.

We are entering into the sacred dark time of the year. It’s a womb energy. A deeply fertile time. Dark is not evil. Evil is evil. Dark is creative. It is the origin of our love. Never forget that. 🫀🫀🫀India Ame’ye, Author

[drake-wayne-enterprise]

The cyro-chamber had been finicky all day. But it only started taking a turn when the system completely puttered out causing the alert to go out. It didn’t take long for the system to slowly start melting the freeze inside of the chamber.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

[Tim's heart rate spiked as he burst into the lab, his breath shallow and uneven. The cryo-chamber's status alerts had been pinging his interface since dawn, signaling erratic fluctuations in its thermal regulation systems. The chamber, designed for short-term stasis with a maximum operational duration of 168 hours, had been running for approximately 672 hours—four times its intended limit. The strain on its superconducting coils and the degradation of its cooling matrix were pushing the system to its breaking point.]

[ Tim had considered transferring his son to a secondary unit, but the risks of destabilizing the cryo-preservation process were too high. Even a minor deviation in the thermal gradient during transfer could cause irreversible cellular damage and Tim didn't know how much his son could take. He knew Dickie had been healing ever so slowly; under normal circumstances, he would have risked the move, but with how sluggish his healing factor was, Tim couldn't risk it. Now, with the chamber's alarms blaring and its internal diagnostics flashing critical warnings, Tim was paralyzed by the weight of his earlier indecision. He silenced the alarm with a sharp gesture, the sudden quiet amplifying the hum of the overtaxed cryo-pumps and the faint hiss of escaping coolant.]

[ Tim took a breath to control his trembling before he accessed the chamber's control interface, a labyrinth of outdated firmware and proprietary protocols. Tim was an engineer, but this machine was a relic of his father's infuriating work, built on principles and technologies that he swore only that man understood. Under normal circumstances, he would have disassembled the unit, run diagnostics on its cryogenic circuits, and reverse-engineered its thermal management algorithms. But these were not normal circumstances. The chamber was actively sustaining his son's vitrification, and any misstep could trigger a cascade failure. ]

[ Tim cursed under his breath, his mind racing through the possibilities. His father, ever the secretive genius, had left no schematics, no technical manuals.. nothing! Nothing that could guide him through this nightmare! If the documentation existed at all, it was likely in the hands of the Court that had done this. The thought of losing his son again, this time to his own incompetence, was unbearable. ]

[ He initiated a system diagnostic, his fingers flying across the interface. The chamber's thermal sensors were reporting sporadic fluctuations in the cryogenic fluid's viscosity, a sign that the superconducting magnets were losing their coherence. The stabilization field, already operating beyond its design parameters, was on the verge of collapse. Tim's mind raced through potential workarounds: rerouting power from the secondary cooling array, recalibrating the thermal sensors, or even attempting a controlled thaw to buy time. But each option carried its own risks, and the margin for error was vanishingly small. ]

[ As the diagnostic results streamed in, Tim felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. The chamber's cryo-fluid levels were dropping, and the thermal gradient was becoming unstable. He was running out of time. His son's life was slipping through his fingers, again, and the machine that held the key to his survival was a black box of archaic and maddening engineering. Tim clenched his fists, his mind a whirlwind of desperation and determination. He would fix this. He had to fix this. Failure was not an option. ]

[santoschristos]

Today we have a rare energetic alignment as the Moon aligns with Sirius, the brightest star in our night sky and a powerful transmitter of galactic light codes and higher-dimensional frequencies.

This celestial gateway is a moment of heightened interstellar connection, a bridge between the Earth’s emotional body (the Moon) and the cosmic wisdom of Sirius, our Spiritual Sun.

When the Moon aligns with Sirius, it opens a quantum corridor between our inner world and higher realms of consciousness.

The Moon acts as an amplifier, bringing these cosmic downloads directly into your emotional body, cellular memory, and energetic DNA.

You may feel this as a surge of intuitive knowing, heart expansion, and deep emotional healing.

The light codes transmitted from Sirius today carry frequency keys that awaken dormant starseed memories.

Because of the Moon energy you may be healing deep ancestral patterns and emotional wounds. These energies are helping you to transmute fear, grief, and past-life imprints that have kept you in 3D density.

Today is great for connecting with your Higher Self and grounding in the Lightbody upgrades. Remember to drink extra water and rest as needed. These energies can bring major recalibrations. They are helping to better attune to the star frequencies.

“Sparks of divine”

Word Message: Moon sisters tribe

[thesilliestrovingalive]

Updated: June 24, 2025

Reworked Character #10: Gimlet

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: Viewer discretion is advised due to references to death, torture, neglect, SA, child abuse, substance abuse, necrophilia, cannibalism, and crime.

Real name: Vasser Gutenschiff-Wolstenholme

Esper title: Avatar of Barbaric Anima, Parasitism, and Wrath

Alias: Brutish Vanguard

Occupation: Chief Warrant Officer of the P.F. Squad

Retirement plans: Doesn’t know what kind of purpose he’ll have after resigning from his military duties

Special skills: Proficiency in radio communication and jetpack technology, overwhelming the enemy, rowing boats, dagger throwing, and quick drawing

Esper abilities: By focusing on the internal dynamics of his muscles and the rhythmic pulse of his blood for 6 seconds, he can tap into the depths of his unbridled strength. When he does so, his veins bulge from his skin and his muscles spasm uncontrollably. However, this transformation enables him to deliver blows that can cause the earth to slightly tremble, crush his opponents' bones with a single grip, and lift and throw objects with ease, including those that weigh as much as a small hill. However, like Ralf and Clark, he has absolute control over the intensity of his strength, but his is more closely tied to his emotions than to his rationality. By tapping into the irrational part of his soul, he can access a feral state of mind for 1 to 3 hours, amplifying his killing instincts, savagery, and physical strength to nearly earth-shattering levels. However, the longer he remains in this primal state, the more his hostility levels intensify. Surrendering to this feral state of mind allows his id to gradually dominate his psyche, a process worsened by his cocaine addiction.

His body hosts a multitude of tiny parasites and viruses, which coexist harmlessly with his organs, blood circulation, and cellular structures. However, he can harness these microorganisms as a defence mechanism, releasing them to infect his enemies through physical contact and airborne respiratory droplets. With a single fierce look, he can instill fear in his opponents who dare meet his gaze, causing them to hesitate or flee as they instinctively recognize him as a predator. He can psychically "bite" into enemy minds, feeding on their anger and hatred by physically biting any exposed skin. This ability weakens their resolve and overwhelms their senses with searing pain, while granting him access to their combat memories and tactics.

He can regurgitate circular sacs filled with glowing purple slime teeming with lethal, acidic microorganisms, all encased in a translucent white film as firm as an eggshell. This is achieved through an expulsion mechanism involving a specialised, self-replenishing jade-coloured sac hidden centrally in his groin, which is connected to the digestive system by transcluent red-yellow vascular appendages. When he overuses this particular organ, he suffers from severe stomach pains and general bodily soreness that can last for several hours. These sacs serve as self-made grenades, allowing him to throw them at enemies, creating an explosion that engulfs an area slightly larger than that of two hand grenades.

Hobbies: Kayaking, tinkering with radios and his drop pack, watching action-packed, splatterpunk, and pornographic films, riding his motorbike in the countryside and newly liberated cities, and building scale models of military vehicles and historical war events

Likes: Tequila, intelligent women, collecting rare pornography magazines, abandoned radios, and seashells, how radio towers remind him of his late mother, and the satisfaction he feels when killing a highly dangerous individual

Dislikes: Bees, having a bad reputation that he struggles to change, becoming like his abusive biological father, being viewed as disappointing and unmanageable, and the mistreatment of young children

Favourite food: Full English breakfast and grilled pineapple

Favourite drink: French gimlet (preferably if it has two parts sweetened lime juice)

Sexuality: Sex-favourable, grayromantic gynesexual

Gender: Male

Age: 27 (in 2022), 33 (in 2028), 35 (in 2030), 37 (in 2032), 39 (in 2034), 46 (in 2041), 48 (in 2043), 49 (in 2044), and 52 (in 2047)

Blood type: O-

Weight: 217 lbs. (98 kg)

Design: He’s a 6 ft (182.88 cm) British-German mesomorph with a perfectly chiselled musculature, a subtly rounded abdomen, semi-broad shoulders, and prominent thighs. He has rose beige skin, frown lines, a black mole on the right side of his chin, and reddish-brown freckles scattered across his face, chest, and hands. He has sparkling rusty orange eyes and middle-parted maroon hair with subtle waves and neatly trimmed sideburns. His eyes were originally a light brown, and his hair was once a golden bronze colour with mutton chops and straight locks. His muscle fibres and intestines have a yellowish-green tint, and he possesses two forked tongues coated in a translucent, gelatinous slime mixed with his blood.

His upper back and shoulders are covered in sixteen gnarly stab wounds he received during a brutal ambush by guerrillas in the desert during the Arms Deal Barrage. He has a diagonal slash scar running from the centre of the bridge of his nose to the bottom of his left cheek. A massive scar extends from his left deltoid to his right hypochondriac region, organically zigzagging across his torso. A jagged, thin scar runs from the centre of the left side of his neck down to just below his right shoulder blade.

Gimlet’s military gear consists of a mahogany headband, a metal dog tag necklace with his name, and a grimy meat brown sleeveless shirt with vertical Carolina blue stripes. He has a shoulder holster for his Mauser C96 Broomhandle, along with a single pouch for a 8mm Gasser magazine, and wears a dark bluish-green belt with a bronze buckle and a sheath for his combat knife. He wears a dark goldenrod vest with four pockets, boasting the logo of the P.F. Squad on the back. Additionally, he wears persimmon-hued wristbands and dark green moss army cargo pants tucked into rose ebony combat boots. The pockets of his vest carry around iron knuckles given to him by Hyakutaro, a pontifical mitre shell, a flask of vodka gimlet, a bottle of Ritalin, a small plastic bag of crushed cocaine, a rolled-up piece of paper the size of a straw, and his motorcycle key.

Over sleeveless shirt, he dons a Soldier Plate Carrier System (SPCS) with a MultiCam pattern, which carries around his walkie-talkie and ammo for other firearms. His forearms are wrapped worn and dirty gauze, and he wears a rust-coloured bandolier draped over his right shoulder, holding throwing daggers. Gimlet carries around a dark bluish-green load-bearing backpack that contains camping equipment, tactical explosives, portable ammo boxes, a canteen full of water, and a random pornography magazine from his personal collection he chose to bring along with him that day. It contains two bottles of French gimlet, an APX P25 radio, an emergency repair toolbox, a Rocket Launcher, a Grenade Gun, and a Shotgun. His backpack also holds four plushies from his childhood: Emmerich, a polar bear with a light coral bow tie; Theobald, an orange-eyed black tiger with Hunyadi yellow stripes; Philomena, an opalescent white dragon with lavender eyes and azure spines; and Linnaea, a bronze-horned husky with a white fur coat featuring blue-grey, citron, and fallow brown splotches.

He wears golden huggie earrings, a silver ring featuring a square-cut fire opal on his left middle finger, and bronze-plated goggles with orange-tinted lenses.

He owns a state-of-the-art Drop Pack with a metallic blue finish, compact and aerodynamic, approximately half the size of his torso. This advanced pack features high-thrust mini-jet engines, each adorned with a light blue stripe at their entrance, and retractable, razor-sharp airplane wings that provide enhanced stability and maneuverability. Additionally, its integrated artificial intelligence ensures real-time weather analysis and automatic adjustments for a smoother, more stable flight and parachuting experience. Furthermore, it boasts rapid-deployment technology for quick and seamless wing extension, enabling swift response times in high-pressure situations. It has been built to withstand extreme weather conditions, including intense turbulence, heavy rainfall, and scorching temperatures. It's effective for ascending but tends to quickly overheat; however, it cools down when not in use.

Tequila built him a modified Ariel W/NG 350 with a bulkier, steadier design, boasting a camouflage pattern in fern green, golden brown, and taupe grey, and completed with a rusty orange leather seat.

Super Devil form: He's a 20' 11" (637.54 cm) reptilian kangaroo with bulging, viciously torn, infected muscular tissue that pulses with every heartbeat. His scaly taupe grey skin, which hosts a multitude of tiny parasites and viruses, is coated in a thin layer of translucent, gelatinous slime. Gimlet has a head shaped like a bear's, featuring three forked tongues smeared with bloody slime and four rows of dark goldenrod teeth that resemble those of a humpback anglerfish. His eight rusty orange eyes have flecks of moss that are dark green and metallic blue pupils that dilate in response to sunlight. His coarse, unruly middle-parted hair is strikingly two-toned with the left side silver-grey and the right side mahogany. The hair falls slightly over his broad shoulders, which are ridiculously wide and covered in jagged, cartilaginous spikes that stand straight up. He has persimmon-hued ram horns, twitching Apantesis phalerata antennae, and retractable, razor-sharp bronze claws and talons.

He has two pairs of arms: the first pair is elongated yet uncomfortably muscular, covered in shaggy coyote fur ravaged by mange; and the second pair resembles long puma-furred forelegs, but with uncannily slender toes. From his hip joints, he has notably large hind legs of a yellowish-green locust, complete with a deep red tibia and brownish-grey tiger-like stripes on the femurs. He has an exceptionally long, thin rose ebony rodent tail, twice the size of his torso, that splits halfway along its length. Additionally, Gimlet possesses wings similar to those of a migratory locust, but with a leathery texture and a subtle mahogany sheen.

His back is covered in writhing, sinuous tendrils that resemble dark bluish-green smooth-skinned serpents, each tipped with hook-like bronze claws. His neck features sixteen delicate, petal-shaped skin flaps that can open to reveal thirty-two small openings, which he can use to release respiratory droplets filled with pathogens. Additionally, he has a pouch containing five intestinal appendages with a yellowish-green tint, which he uses to spit out sacs full of glowing purple slime.

Character summary: He identifies as an agnostic Protestant Anglican that takes responsibility for his actions when it's convenient for him. He shows a willingness to take risks and face danger head-on, never backing down from a fight. He's resolute and unshakeable in his convictions to get the job done and to eliminate the weak and corrupt, even when advised against certain actions. He values his autonomy and privacy, preferring to work independently rather than as part of a team and keep his personal life and feelings closely guarded. He personally views himself as a true hero for his hard work during the Arms Deal Barrage, but he also humbly acknowledges the significant contributions of his comrades, recognizing the immense debt he owes them for their help. While he thrives on constant action, excitement, and a desire for immediate gratification, he occasionally appreciates the quiet comfort of mundane routines and stillness. When he doesn't understand something, he exclusively seeks clarification from Tequila or Red Eye as he fears that asking anyone else might lead to ridicule or insults for his perceived lack of sophistication.

He's a mischievous, troublesome, highly opinionated, and forgetful prankster who enjoys poking fun at the cadets. Occasionally, his grandiose sense of self-worth becomes apparent, particularly in situations that either threaten his ego or feed his overconfidence. When intoxicated, he exhibits problematic behaviour, including objectifying and harassing women, episodes of sadness, verbal aggression, and disruptive, violent outbursts. He finds solace in Emmerich, Theobald, Philomena, and Linnea because they serve as comforting reminders of his late mother and siblings, providing emotional support during moments when reality feels overwhelming. However, he's reluctant to share this with others because he doesn’t want to be perceived as vulnerable, pathetic, and immature, so they remain a closely guarded secret.

He has a quick temper, which makes him prone to argumentative outbursts, physical and verbal aggression, and hostile behaviour. When extremely angry, he frequently resorts to shouting death threats as well as making misogynistic, racially, and sanist charged comments that are deeply hurtful and damaging. He becomes instantly offended and irritated when people compare him to his abusive, psychopathic father as he harbours a deep-seated fear of emulating him. He struggles to show remorse, particularly towards his enemies, people who get on his nerves, and those he's not emotionally invested in. He’s a resourceful and attention-seeking thief with a yearning for physical and emotional intimacy and an aversion to being ignored. Notably, he quickly becomes emotionally attached to individuals who show him genuine kindness and tenderness. He secretly harbours a deep self-hatred, feeling as though he was never meant to be born.

He enjoys playfully teasing those he's familiar with as it's his way of alleviating tension. He’s not a very talkative person, often speaking in short sentences, and has a habit of giving dismissive snorts in certain situations. Despite his aloof and mean nature, he’s surprisingly capable of following orders from his superiors. He isn't afraid to speak his mind and call out people when they do something that defies common sense, even if it means he sometimes comes across as a hypocrite. When he's deadly serious, he assumes a stoic and expressionless demeanour, exuding a menacing aura that commands attention. He's a bloodthirsty adrenaline junkie who derives sadistic pleasure from killing and torturing his enemies, taking his brutality to extremes by devouring their entrails and bathing in their blood.

He tries his best to be respectful and kind toward his teammates and coworkers, but after making some detrimental impressions due to his irrational behaviour following his revival, he can't help but feel lonely and resentful. Despite this, he's desperately trying to change for the better, yet he's confused about why he feels stubborn about the idea of self-improvement when it wasn't an issue before. Whenever he fails to be a good friend, misses the opportunity to make a new buddy or foolishly jeopardises a friendship or professional relationship, he begins to experience self-doubt, prone to harshly criticising himself. He feels irredeemable, believing he deserves all the ridicule he faces and the defeats he encounters during arguments and intense conflicts. He believes he's incredibly stupid and trapped in a state of oblivious denial. Nevertheless, he strives to stay optimistic about his potential for improvement as he doesn't want to remain a terrible person for the rest of his life. He hopes to make more friends who'll genuinely care about him.

He's haunted by his emotionally scarred past, which he tries to numb through substance abuse, alcohol, and promiscuity. He attempts to hide his addiction from others, but when confronted, he typically responds in one of two ways: either by denying the issue altogether or becoming sarcastic and condescending. He has a history of making unwanted flirtatious advances towards women, and his licentious behaviour in sexual relationships is often selfish and irresponsible. He’s known to rely on his glib and superficial charm to try to seduce women with the sole intention of gratifying his own sexual desires. However, his promiscuous behaviour doesn't cross the line into sexual assault because he can't stand sexual violence and is disgusted by the idea of someone forcing themselves on another person without consent.

His ongoing search for purpose and moral direction contributes to his introspective and brooding demeanour. He's capable of being polite, tender, and compassionate, but his display of these qualities depends on his relationship with the person. He's able to show a more cordial and respectful side to those who are willing to give him a chance and befriend him. He secretly cares about his comrades and friends, and will selflessly put his life on the line to ensure their safety. He's even willing to avenge the people who hurt his comrades and friends because he wants those responsible to be held accountable for their actions. When the situation calls for it, he drops his rude exterior and treats them with the kindness and respect they deserve. Moreover, he’s willing to apologise to others when he realises he has gone too far. Tequila's scolding often prompts him to own up to his mistakes, take responsibility, and make amends. He's surprisingly gentle and nice with children, and, like Ralf, he enjoys playing with them whenever he has the time.

He regards Red Eye as an older sister and deeply enjoys competing with her, while also going to great lengths to ensure her safety. He personally regards her as a "truly awesome babe" and often playfully teases her about coming to her rescue during the final moments of the Arms Deal Barrage. He strongly values her as one of the select few who genuinely understand him and are committed to supporting him on his journey towards self-improvement. He's not the best at comforting people, but he makes a special effort to calm Red Eye when she's her original self, knowing that if he doesn't, she might turn on everyone, leading to more problems. He's fully aware that Ruoxi isn't very comfortable around him, so he tries to take things slow, explaining the current situation to the best of his abilities while reassuring her that she's safe.

Before the Earth invasion by the Invaders, he had no experience in raising children and was hesitant to take on a paternal role due to his mental health struggles and issues with managing aggression. However, that changed when Celaphios entered his life, beginning to treat him like the son he never had, ensuring he felt safe, loved, and cherished. Whenever Celaphios is around, he does his best to be more civil and respectful as he dislikes making him upset.

He frequently butts heads with Marco due to his perceived intellectual superiority and his willingness to confront Gimlet when he attempts to fight his friends and comrades or makes them uncomfortable with his rudeness. He also often clashes with Ralf, Walter, Tarma, and Eri because of his objectification of female comrades, relentless mocking and taunting of others, impulsive and short-fused nature, and tendency to create unnecessary problems to attract the attention he craves. When his crush on Alisa becomes known, most of his teammates and comrades begin to jokingly tease him about being in love with her, feigning surprise that a tough guy like him has emotions. Meanwhile, some are either extremely disinterested yet slightly surprised, while others actively encourage him to impress her. He always gets frustrated and flustered when teased about his crush, desperately trying to make it clear that he doesn't have feelings for her and that he's just romantically confused.

He was once incredibly close to Sagan and Logan, considering them his first true best friends. He deeply cherished their friendship, enjoying playful banter, meandering conversations, and fun-filled nights together. However, their friendship deteriorated when he discovered Sagan and Logan were secretly working as double agents for the Rebel Army. Feeling betrayed, he became intensely resentful and dismissive towards them, perceiving their actions as a violation of trust and a pursuit of morally wrong objectives. The betrayal was compounded when they fully defected to General Morden's side during the Great Morden War, causing him to view them as genuine threats to global peace.

Despite their falling out, he still finds himself sexually attracted to Sagan and hopes to build a romantic connection with her. He admires her beauty, comparable to Red Eye, and is deeply impressed by her extraordinary intelligence, reminiscent of Tequila. However, he doubts that forming a romantic relationship with her is a possibility because he's fully aware that she exhibits manipulative and promiscuous tendencies.

He deeply cares for Tequila, his adoptive father, and strongly fears losing him unexpectedly as he was the only person willing to raise him as a son. However, he struggles with feelings of unworthiness to be considered the closest thing to a living son due to his frequent disappointments. He holds Hyakutaro, his former drill instructor, and Margaret, his usual mission command, in high esteem because they played a significant role in shaping him into one of the Peregrine Falcons Squad's most exceptional soldiers. He views Hyakutaro as a carefree uncle and enjoys spending time with him, whether they're honing his fighting skills or going bar hopping after a long day. He sees Margaret as a mother figure and appreciates her jovial company, often lending a hand with her gardening and listening to the latest gossip she's heard. He’s fiercely protective of Tequila, Hyakutaro, and Margaret, and won't stand for anyone insulting or harming them.

He has a massive crush on Alisa because of her tough, fearsome attitude, street smarts, and lone wolf persona. He can't help but see a small part of himself in her because he understands what it's like to be the odd and difficult person in the army who struggles to make friends while trying to be kind. Gimlet thinks she's incredibly attractive and an absolute menace, which he finds dangerously alluring and exciting. Whenever she's around, he often feels flustered, humbled, and eager to help her out, wanting to come across as a decent, strong man to impress her. He frequently finds himself comforting Alisa after a particularly difficult day or helping her resolve an issue that she has furiously escalated. Through his interactions with her, he has come to realise that he's a clever problem-solver, but he still tends to be mostly oblivious to his own foolish behaviour.

After their drunken one-night stand, he went out of his way to pursue a romance with her because he realised that his feelings for her were genuine. He becomes physically affectionate and very protective, always coming to her aid when she faces any frustrating problems or situations that could put her life at risk. Alisa's presence soothes his anger and encourages him to keep a cool head. They have a habit of bickering over their differing opinions on what to do during a mission, but they eventually come to an agreeable solution after sharing their ideas. Whenever they get into a heated argument, they take a couple of hours apart to cool off and focus on other matters, avoiding and ignoring each other's presence. Afterward, they come together to sincerely apologise, admit their faults, and hug it out.

Backstory: Vasser Gutenschiff-Wolstenholme was born on October 8, 1995 in Birmingham, England, United Kingdom. The Gutenschiff family of Germany originated as a mix of archaeological explorers and con artists in the field of historical documentation. However, they later made a name for themselves as formidable soldiers during various conflicts of the German Empire and Weimar Republic eras. Their reputation grew as a feared and ferocious family, revelling in the defeat of their enemies and thriving on the adrenaline rush of battle. In contrast, the British Wolstenholme family was known for their relatively peaceful pursuits, dedicating themselves to advancing the significance of radio communication and entertainment. Additionally, the Wolstenholmes were esteemed for their long lineage of historians, who uniquely shared their expertise by crafting intricate models of ancient civilizations and pivotal events that shaped the course of history.

Unlike the Wolstenholmes, the Gutenschiffs descended into darkness with rumours swirling that they embraced cult-like practices. It became a dark and sinister tradition among the descending families to have only one child, preferably male, to carry on their legacy. In cases where twins or multiple births occurred, the eldest child was forced into a horrific coming-of-age act: they were coerced into killing their sibling and then consuming their flesh.

Vasser's father, Kanan Gutenschiff, was a notorious commander in the European Garrison of the Regular Army. He treated all of his enemies mercilessly, taking sadistic glee in the carnage that surrounded him. After a few years of military service, Kanan was discharged by his superiors in the Regular Army. This decision was made after numerous complaints of workplace harassment were filed against him, and following an incident in which he fatally shot a comrade with a rifle during a heated argument. The discharge was likely intended to prevent damage to the organisation's reputation as a peacekeeping force.

Following his discharge, Kanan took up work at a pub in Birmingham, where he led a double life as a professional con artist. One quiet evening, he met Cerys Wolstenholme, a radio and television service technician, and was immediately smitten. He shamelessly flirted with her, offering drinks and engaging her in conversation about their daily lives. As they spent more time together on several dates, Kanan's charm eventually won her over, and they became intimate, resulting in a surprise pregnancy with triplets: Vasser, Teresa, and Quade.

Kanan was a controlling and strict father, who prioritised his own desires, using Cerys for his own sexual gratification while feigning concern for his children. However, he showed a marked preference for Vasser, the firstborn of the triplets, who received a disproportionate share of his attention and was even taught German, Sanskrit, Ukrainian, and Indonesian. According to the Gutenschiff tradition, Vasser was designated as the chosen heir, prompting Kanan to mould him into a fearless and apathetic individual, adept in both combat and deception. Kanan occasionally resorted to physical discipline and emotional insults when Vasser misbehaved. Meanwhile, Teresa experienced sexual abuse at his hands every two weeks, being treated as an object rather than a person with only superficial displays of kindness. As for the autistic Quade, Kanan neglected his emotional well-being, viewing him as a disappointment and an unwanted responsibility.

Cerys devoted herself to nurturing Vasser, Teresa, and Quade, imparting valuable life lessons, homeschooling them, and sharing joyful moments with them. Vasser's most treasured memory of his mother is the gift of Philomena on his 6th birthday, a cherished keepsake he holds dear to this day. She introduced Protestant Anglicanism into the lives of Vasser and his siblings, a faith he still holds onto to this day. However, due to Kanan's abuse and her worsening depression and agoraphobia, she relocated to the basement, where she became increasingly emotionally withdrawn and absent. Kanan would seize this opportunity to fatally asphyxiate Cerys, and then repeatedly commit a horrific act of necrophilia with her lifeless body.

When Vasser turned 14, Kanan attempted to manipulate him into killing his siblings to solidify his position as the Gutenschiff heir. However, Vasser was horrified by the suggestion of slaughtering his family members in cold blood, which infuriated Kanan. Kanan taunted Vasser, branding him a coward and an embarrassment to the Gutenschiffs. In a twisted display of power, Kanan brutally murdered Teresa and Rugal in front of Vasser, forcing him to witness the atrocity while subjecting him to verbal abuse. Later, Kanan used the bodies of Teresa and Quade to prepare a meal, coercing Vasser into consuming it and leaving no remains.

Kanan would continue to try to mould Vasser into a successful Gutenschiff heir through coercive behaviour and emotional mistreatment, but eventually gave up when Vasser became more defiant, anxious, and aggressive. As Vasser was labelled a failure in his eyes, he began to neglect and abandon Vasser's emotional and physical needs, focusing instead on his own desires, hedonistic lifestyle, and exploitative relationships with sex workers. After discovering his mother's lifeless body in the basement, Vasser packed his belongings and took his deceased sister's most treasured plushies (Emmerich, Theobald, and Linnaea). He fled his toxic household and took to the streets, where he honed his resourcefulness through cunning and stealth, mastering the arts of deception and thievery to survive against the odds.

He found refuge in an abandoned radio station building, using it as his shelter and an excuse to tinker with radio communication technology. Despite being practically homeless and living on the streets, he was faring well in this new lifestyle. However, everything changed when he inadvertently caught the attention of a group of bullies in his neighbourhood. They relentlessly harassed him, and the abandoned radio station building became an increasingly vital safe haven, while his plushies served as a source of emotional comfort. At 16, the bullies torched the radio station building, leaving Vasser feeling defenceless and vulnerable. Seeking vengeance, he attempted to fight back but was vastly outnumbered. They brutally beat him and quickly fled the scene, leaving him in an alleyway with a bruised and bloodied face.

It was then that Tequila found him and, in a surprising gesture of kindness, treated him to lunch at a local restaurant. This act of kindness led Vasser to form an instant emotional bond with Tequila, and he found himself opening up about his current situation, driven by a desire to further fuel his quest for vengeance. To his surprise, Tequila was deeply moved by Vasser's story and vowed to ensure Kanan would pay for the pain he had inflicted. After lunch, Vasser led Tequila to his father's house, deliberately drawing attention to himself as a distraction. Inside, a drunken Kanan violently dragged Vasser into the house, intent on using him to satisfy his twisted desires. Just in time, Tequila slipped inside unnoticed and silently ambushed Kanan, saving Vasser from harm.

With the deed done, Tequila took Vasser under his wing, providing him with a stable and nurturing environment, complete with nutritious food, proper education, and a sense of belonging. He was once a shy and curious child, but after forming a close bond with Margaret, who showed him motherly care and affection, he began to grow more confident and outgoing. After coming to regard Margaret as a mother figure, he thoroughly enjoyed her company from that point on. With Tequila's support and encouragement, he explored new interests and discovered a passion for kayaking, seashell collecting, and building scale models of military vehicles and historic battle scenes. He still remembers a trip to the beach where he found a rare hundred-eyed cowrie shell, which he gave to Tequila as a token of heartfelt gratitude.

Little is known about his life after being adopted by Tequila, but it is known that he went on to work as a radio technician apprentice after completing his education. He started visiting establishments with adult entertainment and underground social clubs as a way to unwind and have fun, but soon found himself developing a dependence on well drinks like margarita and gimlet, and substances including cocaine and amphetamines as a coping mechanism for his traumatic experiences. His friends began calling him “Gimlet” due to his fondness for the cocktail, a nickname he embraced because it sounded cool and served as a distraction from his past.

After completing his apprenticeship, he felt a sudden sense of purposelessness wash over him. He wondered if he was headed in the right direction and if emulating his mother's career was genuinely his own aspiration. Tequila noticed his struggle and persuaded him to join the Peregrine Falcons Squad, hoping it would give him direction. Initially, Gimlet was hesitant, opposing the idea of engaging in warfare and using violence against criminals and terrorists. However, after a night of contemplation over drinks, he decided to join the P.F. Squad, shortly after completing a stint in rehab, which Tequila had helped him seek out after discovering his struggles with substance abuse.

Once he joined the P.F. Squad, his true nature began to surface, leading to several issues, including making inappropriate advances towards women, taking a disturbing delight in the demise of his enemies, and taunting the cadets. He quickly formed strong bonds with Sagan and Logan during a vacation trip to the Bahamas, where they collected some seashells, shared a couple of drinks, and opened up about their life stories, aspirations, and interests. During that vacation, a night of heavy drinking led to a one-night stand with Sagan, which subtly shifted the dynamics of their friendship and introduced a hint of unresolved sexual tension. A year before the Arms Deal Barrage, he met Red Eye and quickly came to regard her as an older sister. Their first mission together was to eliminate some Sasquatches that were terrorising a snowy town in Russia. It was during this mission that he witnessed her true power and grew to both fear and respect her.

He played a crucial role in the Arms Deal Barrage as a fighter, during which he exposed the Regular Army's secret corruption. He developed a deep-seated aversion to bees after accidentally disturbing a beehive with a stray bullet while navigating a jungle. The enraged bees attacked him, and as he yelled and tried to fight them off, the commotion alerted nearby Serapion Fellowship troops, who responded by attacking him and his team. He claimed that the top brass had classified the mission as a training drill since he was just a recruit at the time. This was when he received a prototype Drop Pack, the only one produced by the Regular Army for testing before it was replaced by their jetpack gear. This experience sparked his interest in jetpacks, which he found to be intriguingly cool. He went out of his way to learn about them and became quite proficient in handling and repairing them.

Initially, he playfully taunted Tarma, Marco, Fio, and Eri when they joined the P.F. Squad and S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S. special forces units. However, after Marco stood up to him for his excessive teasing of Tarma and crude behaviour towards Eri, and Tequila reprimanded him for bullying the cadets, he ceased his teasing and gradually formed friendships with them. He finally realised that his behaviour was inexcusable and negatively affecting his performance scores after one of his superiors threatened to discharge him following a female soldier's report of his unwanted flirtatious advances. At that point, he made an effort to turn his life around in hopes of becoming a better person while trying to preserve his good reputation.

Tragically, during the Great Morden War, he was brutally tortured and executed in front of Marco and Tarma. Unbeknownst to him, Morden had secretly promised Tequila to revive him in a new form, and his body was sent to Doctor Amadeus. Through Doctor Amadeus' expertise, Gimlet was successfully revived, but as a semi-clone of Tarma. He became infused with psionic energy, triggering a drastic shift in his personality as it affected his brain chemistry. Doctor Amadeus wanted this change because she believed that if he were like Kanan, he would become a terrifying foe to face. He inadvertently undid all the progress he had made to better himself and began to emulate some of his father's behaviour. As a result, he adopted a far more troubled and volatile persona, which led him to succumb to his past addictions and alienate many close friendships, including those with Marco, Tarma, Eri, and Fio.