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[cayenneaskblog]

OOC LORE IMPORT

Regarding the parents

- Euclid demanded a paternity test because bro came out looking like neither of them

- Cayenne was literally blinded by their 'medicine'. It additionally made them dissociate, making them more 'manageable' in their parents and peers eyes comparison to their normal temperament.

- Euclid was more neglectful, Scalene was more of a helicopter mom. It did NOT equal itself out.

- The hat was Scalene's, the bow was Euclid's. Cayenne's heels and makeup endearment stems from their own teenage expression.

exerpt of second bullet:

Cw: medical abuse and manipulation of a child

Cayenne is eight years old and small. Legs dangling off of the waiting room chair while their mother speaks with their medical advisor. There's something about their abilities or mind on the adults' tongue. Something that leaves their mother's energy tense and stilted as she walks out. They can hear the crinkle of a bag in her hand as she approaches.

They make a soft sound. A purring murmur of some kind. She is quick to dissuade it with a soft, "Sh-sh-sh..."

"You're so silly..." Scalene says as she grabs one of their hands, leading it to a cup. They grab it and pull it close, allowing their mother to adjust the silly straw to their hazy eye. There's silence as they clumsily fix their lips around it and start steadily sucking it up. *Medicine*.

"Oh, my baby..." She hums, moving to gently pet their side as she says, "It won't be so bad."

They don't know why she's saying that. They just know that she wants them to be quiet, listen, and drink their medicine, so they continue to do all three.

"You know mommy loves you, right?" Scalene asks, her hands so gentle, and they're sure she's looking at them with some kind of affection, "And that she only wants to take care of you?"

They nod and keep slurping the liquid up.

"Say it, Billy." Scalene demands, her voice hardening ever so slightly.

The small child offers a liquid-muffled hum of, "Mmm-hm..."

"I know it isn't always... fun. But it's for the best. You'll see that eventually." She assures, gently poking their cheek, laughing a bit as they make a silent show of being disgruntled.

Once all they're slurping up is air, they offer her the cup, kicking their feet silently.

"There's my silly Billy." Scalene says, voice soft, relieved as she takes the cup from their hands, "That was some *very good* cup clearing. Don't tell anyone, but mommy has a surprise for you! For being soooo good..."

Their eyelid lowers a bit, and like clockwork she's called back into the office. Scalene offers them a quick nuzzle before briskly walking back in, clearly wanting to get that over with quick.

Cayenne stays politely seated until they can hear her conversation with the health advisor in full effect. Then, soundlessly, they hop off the chair and meander to the little plant in the waiting room. It is with great casualty that they open their mouth and allow the contents to dribble into the soil. Soon to be soaked up and forgotten until the next month's dosage.

They're able to see basic shape by the end of the week.

cw: child endangerment portrayed. aka, the prelude to the first bullet.

[featheraskblog]

Feather's story follows canon quite closely up to the portal being activated. The difference between canon and this universe is that Feather was admist an assanation attempt directly before getting pulled through, and her aim with a gun specifically curated to kill her Bill exclusively landed true. Bill died before she got forcibly re-introduced to her home dimension.

She didn't punch Stan once dragged through- though they were keyed up on adrenaline and got in a verbal altercation. Even so, once the first night came and she finally settled down, she came to realize a lot about their new situation.

During her thirty years in fight and flight, of being alone, she learned a lot of things about themself though. One is that she's indeed a woman. Another? That she's far more comfortable with general silence and solitude than in group settings. And three, that their research is the only true thing she wishes to pursue even now. Even so, Feather chose to stick around for a bit. Just to see if they'd change their mind.

So, after spending the rest of the summer clashing but bonding with their family as well, after trying and failing to integrate back into the norms of society as a whole, she simply chose to... leave after bidding the kids farewell with Stan at the end! It was basically the same just without Bill and without Weirdmaggeden.

She stays in contact with Stan, Mabel, and Dipper over the phone still, but she has a lot about her home dimension she wants to find out for themself before settling down. So in her own RV, she travels the world and sniffs out anomalies with the thirst of a young bloodhound! They've still got it!

To set the scene, this was a closeted woman in the 1970's who's used to feeling outcasted. She may not have figured out the specifics of her identity at that point, but she did have enough awareness to not identify herself as cishet. A loner, she rarely really made deep connections. She was too busy trying to rake in her degrees to pay others much mind.

Except her dorm mate, that is.

Setting the scene further, Fiddleford was a gay man who was far more people savvy despite his eccentric nature. When she met him she identified as an openly gay man- but would later go back in and marry Emma-May, have Tate, etc.

He was deeply attracted to Feather. She did not notice.

Feather's conception of friendship and romance as a concept is hard for her to navigate. It always has been, and on behalf of the few particularly close friendships/non familial relationships she's had always having some undercurrent of tension? She probably will always have a hard time with this.

When Fiddleford would take her on dates, cuddle, and teasingly call her terms of endearment, she really did just think they were deep friends. When they would kiss on the lips she just thought that made their bond deeper. She never saw the intimacy as innately romantic, and Fiddleford thought she did.

And when they eventually drifted apart and she was sent notice of Fiddleford's marriage, place of residence, and child, she felt something. But it wasn't like a vexed lover or even jealousy. She was just rather melancholy but grew to accept it, not thinking much of their own feelings past the obvious 'well, in that case, we probably couldn't kiss anymore even if we wanted to. It'd just be scummy.'

And when he jumped at the opportunity to help with the portal, she didn't know that *he* saw a romantic subtext there.

So they were kind of a thing. But not quite.

The first of Feather's many deeply ingrained special interests is pigeons. From an extremely young age she always adored pigeons, sought out information on pigeons, tried to pet pigeons (often leading to small pecking wounds), and even wanted to keep pigeons as pets. Something that she hadn't been able to do as a child or young adult, and was too busy fighting for her life though her adulthood to even really consider.

A part of their earliest difficulties with other kids was the fact that she would fixate on thsi particular interest- about an animal seen as vermin- and would insist on and on and on about how they're actually rather cool. About how humans failed them, about all the things they had once been able to do when relying upon the one they'd been domesticated by.

Feather had grown to see the parallels between the treatment of pigeons and her brother within her early thrities, and has grown to feel a mild sense of irony there now that she's in her sixties.

Pigeons, who were thrown out of a comfortable environment once their perceived use expired in favor of something sparkly and new. Without the tools needed to thrive.

Stanley, who was thrown out and unable to even get a diploma. No prospects, told to make it work, all while Feather was able to achieve multiple PHDs while graduating Summa Cum Laude.

Pigeons, who struggle when left to their own devices and are often treated with disdain in spite of their own determination to survive.

Her little brother, who like them had been treated with some level of disdain growing up (and who struggled through his twenties, homeless). Who kept going in spite of it all.

Two things she loves dearly, that have entered her now calm life. Keeping pigeons upon feeling safe to do so and keeping her brother in communication are two different things, though. They are both very important to her, nonetheless.some of Feather's earliest bonding with Mabel were regarding 'girls night's. basically, they would do eachother's hair, knit sweaters for eachother, have fun with makeup, all that jazz. as years passed this shifted to Mabel and her additionally hand-making cosmetics together as well.

her bonding with Dipper tends to be on the basis of research and information exchange. Dipper still looks up to them, even though the younger twins are currently nineteen. he has his own journals that he's making, inspired by Feather's.Feather isn't sure she could ever say that they felt loved as a child. At least, not by their parents.

Caryn was friendly. Caryn was fun. Caryn was where they and Stanley got their mischievous natures from. But she never really 'clicked' with Feather. It was like Caryn and Feather were working from a different rule set, oftentimes leaving one another at a loss for words as to how to continue conversations.

It didn't help that there was a constant, nagging envy they felt when they looked at her. The very same envy of which was reflected right back to Feather, though for very different reasons. Love was there between them, as was a pitiful sort of earnest affection that faded as Feather grew into herself and away from Caryn. But never true understanding.

Caryn was always Stanley's... but Sherman was Filbrick's. Veteran Sherman, stoic and unreachable. He was eleven years the kids' senior, and any time past six years of age for the twins was met with radio silence from Sherman. They knew of him, but they never *knew* him. Not at this stage, anyways.

Filbrick built up Sherman's accomplishments as an example. A goal. And even though Feather pined for his acceptance, his praise, his love, they never truly got doted on. They never became the best in their father's eyes... just, comparatively better than Stanley.

So if Caryn was Stanley's, and Filbrick was Sherman's, then who was Feather's? Why, Stanley was, of course. Until he destroyed her project, he was hers. He was who she got affirmation, acceptance, *love* from, and even though it wasn't the same as parental affection? For a young child, it was close enough.

Though, not for long.

[magentasnail]

hey guys new diagnosis just dropped: EVIL AUTISM

[nikxation]

PSA, there's a really nasty Discord scam going around rn. If one of your friends DMs you, starting off with a simple "hello" "how are you", may even joke around a little, and then starts asking you to look at a game/project they're working on, don't click the link, don't download anything. If you can reach that friend through non-Discord means, reach out and let them know they got hacked.

One of my friends said the link takes them to a very convincing video game page that has in-game screenshots and stuff, and then gives you an option to download a playtest zip file or something. That download exploits a weakness Discord apparently has for password protected zip files and steals your Discord log-in and changes your account info to the scammer's account info. Two of my friends lost their accounts. Be careful.

[colesterstrudel]

VERY IMPORTANT POLL!!!!!!!!!! I need y’all all to answer it, I’m so serious. Reblog it. Spread it around. I need to know the answer (I mean I know the RIGHT answer but I wanna see if y’all are also right lmaooo)

[oooocleo]

looks around insanely. i caught up on all the headshot comms (these are just some of them...........) - admin will be done tomorrow! i feel like i haven't drawn/written for myself in ages so fingers crossed my brain will allow me now that this task is done at least !

& lest i forget...

i have a patreon!

[theriverbeyond]

It's sooooo interesting how in Harrow the Ninth, Harrow is constantly noting all the ways Ianthe is failing at femininity: the awful frilly nightgown, the clothes that don't fit (in the bust, in the hips), her hair, her attempts at flirtatious behavior, the specific way she is sucking up to Augustine etc. And like, this is a weird house for Harrow to be throwing stones from, sure, but I think it makes way more sense after The Unwanted Guest gave more context to soul permeability wrt the status of Naberius Tern, because it is now arguable that Ianthe is essencially being forcemasc'd throughout the entierty of HtN -- we just dont know about it bc Harrow dgaf. And this is doubly interesting to me because when we next see her in Nona the Ninth, she is now Ianthe Naberius, a Tower Prince in masculine dress and leather trousers and boots, and she no longer has any of that sort of gender failure going on.

[ominous-semicolons]

i keep drawing them with absolutely no detail whatsoever

[padmestrilogy]

andor and mando s1 are different beasts in many ways, i dont compare them often, but they do/did both have one key asset star wars should never have abandoned: a regular working class guy everyone wants to fuck real bad

[trek-tracks]

Can't believe I've watched Return of the Archons at least five times and never noticed that Jim gave Bones his jacket to sleep on as an extra pillow, because Bones clearly insisted on taking the Uncomfortable Slab instead of the bunk beds. (It's also possible that they traded off first watch/second watch, which is why Jim is awake and at the window at the beginning of the scene, unless he insisted on staying up all night.) A very chivalrous action for your doctor who always sleeps with his right arm up over his head for some reason.

Thank you to @purpleenma for pointing out this crucial detail

[cayenneaskblog]

Euclidean history is close to Canon. they were raised by Euclid and Scalene, their mothers, and were considered delusional from the start because they could see stars. they often felt isolated by their peers, and was bullied quite firmly.

this came to a crux when they stopped knowingly blinding themself with the medicine they were prescribed. a few years passed before their parents noticed, and when they did they threatened to put them in an institution upon the realization taht they still fully believed in stars and the third dimension.

it was in a rage that they harnessed their power and *made* them see what Bill always saw. this, of course, led to the fall of Euclidea. a massacre that they only perceived with victorious energy as time marched onward.

[justladders]

⚠ THERE IS SO MUCH MISINFO ⚠

⚠ Please reblog what you actually need to know about DomoAI in Discord ⚠

DomoAi is one of the multiple AI companies that has partnered with Discord. They now have their application in the list of downloadable apps integrated into discord. DomoAI IS an AI image generator, DomoAI IS NOT a "silently added bot" infesting your server. However, that doesn't mean it's all good.

1.) Banning the bot's ID (1153984868804468756) DOES NOT stop the application from being run. It is a user-side downloadable extension. Banning the ID from a server only means that the DomoAI bot cannot be added to the server; however, users can still run the application even in a server with the bot banned.

2.) Disabling the "Use External Apps" in a server's "Roles > Persmissions > App Permissions" DOES NOT stop someone from running the application. The only thing "Use External Apps" controls is the visibility of the messages that the app sends in a server; "enabled" is visible to all, "disabled" is visible to only the app-user. The DomoAI app is still run whether "Use External Apps" is enabled or not.

3.) The only way to stop the use of the DomoAI app in a server is by banning the person that used it. This is a link to a GitHub bot that will automatically detect and delete DomoAI image output as well as ban the user that ran the DomoAI application.

4.) DomoAI claims that they do not save your image after generation, or train their models on your images. It is up to you to believe them.

TLDR: DomoAI is an application that is downloadable by any Discord-user, not a bot that is sneaking into every server. It cannot be completely walled off from use in a server except by directly banning someone that uses it (or using the Discord bot linked here to detect DomoAI images and ban the user that ran it). If you do not trust the application to not steal your art/images as they claim, you should most likely not trust Discord with image/art-sharing from here on out.

[nova-starstruck]

DONT SCROLL IF YOU USE DISC

Discord has added an AI bot to servers without letting said server owners and such know about it

I have done this on my own server and can confirm it is real

[turtledotjpeg]

dumb

[omegalerc]

everybody these two gifs together is the main important thing to be discussed today. that is an discord e-daddy and his kitten who meows for nitro

[mintyscuriocabinet]

Agere Community, Can We Have A Word?

I've been noticing an issue recently of padded age regressors being thrown under the bus. It's important to make the distinction between people who regress differently to you and creeps we don't want in agere spaces. They are not the same thing.

I suppose what I'm saying here is that accusing regressors who need nappies of being ABDLs or DDLGs is a really nasty thing to do and only perpetrating stereotypes surrounding adults who need nappies for medical reasons. Just because an adult needs them doesn't mean it's a bedroom thing.

Please be kind to ALL disabled regressors, even those whose disabilities are stigmatised or misunderstood 💚