#half assed research

[thevoidstaredback]

Phantom's Coffee

Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant Side Story

There is a lot that comes with being a ghost. Most of that is really cool superpowers. The unfortunate side effect with the whole being dead thing is that he doesn't have need for human functions or sustenance.

It had been a horrible thing to discover, really. The lack of constant need for sleep and food and drink was sometimes useful, but that came with the realization that nothing affected him.

At first, Danny and his team thought it was because he was dead. No blood flow, no working organs, no metabolism. This lead to a lot of experimentation. Drugs and alcohol had no effect, neither did poisons. He didn't get sick anymore, no matter what he did!

And then he realized that coffee didn't work.

Naturally distraught, Danny went straight to Frostbite to figure out what was going on. It's finals season, damnit! Coffee was gonna be the one thing to pull him through his studies!

"From what I can tell," the yeti explained, "your human functions have stopped. Quite the opposite, really."

Danny blinked. "But, I'm dead. Ghosts don't have working organs or stuff like that."

"Indeed, but you're only half dead."

"What difference does that make?"

Why did Frostbite now have charts, and where did they come from? "I can only guess, but when you died and brought back, the electricity jump started everything in your body. It essentially supercharged you. I can only assume that it'll die down in time to the point of non-function, but we can't know for sure."

"Wait," Danny's voice was nervous, "What does that mean?"

Frostbite took a minute to think over his words, looking for how to phrase what he wanted to say. "When you are alive, your heart beats slower than it did before your death, yes?"

"Yeah."

"That would be the effects of the ectoplasm that reanimated you. Your heart rate is slower, breathing takes a more conscious effort, your blood flow is slower, your organs are all working at half of what they used to." He took another moment of pause. "When you are dead, your heart beats faster than it did, breathing is faster, blood flow is faster, your organs are working at twice capacity."

Danny's breathing, now that he was very aware of it, picked up. "What- But that- What?!"

"With a high enough voltage, electricity kills. With a high enough concentration, ectoplasm reanimates."

"Reani- but I'm alive!"

"Indeed."

"But that doesn't make sense!"

"Doesn't it?"

"No!"

"Perhaps I should try a different phrasing." Frostbite said. "When you are Danny Fenton, you are more dead than alive in the sense that your body has been killed and not fully revived. When you are Danny Phantom, you are more alive than dead in the sense that your body was revived and not fully killed."

Danny was quiet for a moment. "Reanimated and revived aren't interchangeable, Frostbite."

"In some contexts', no. In others, they are."

"Are they here?"

A beat. "Yes."

Danny knew he was lying, but he didn't call him out on it. That was a crisis for another day, thank you very much.

So, higher metabolism for Danny Phantom, lower one for Danny Fenton. Great.

All crises pushed aside to freak out about never later, Danny's ew mission was to find out exactly how much caffeine would be required to give him the buzz of wakefulness that he was searching for.

Normally, the course of action would to be to measure how much e weighs and look up the maximum caffeine intake his body could handle. It was the first thing he tried, and it failed.

By the tried and true method of 'Fuck It, We Ball', Danny learned that he needs to have 35,000 milligrams of caffeine in a single sitting before any effect takes hold when he's drinking as Phantom.

The calculations running at a 5:1 ratio, caffeine milligrams to weight pounds, the lowest end on the scale of average weight of a small female elephant (3,175 kilos), multiplied by five gives him the 15,875 milligrams that would be enough to give him a low buzz and keep him awake for a few hours. That's enough to kill the elephants on the low end of the scale.

(Jazz vetoed any kind of caffeine that wasn't naturally occuring in chocolate when he's Danny Fenton. She said that he's already died once and that he doesn't need heart problems to kill him.)

(Danny calls bull, but he isn't willing to risk his sister's ire.)

Because he can't let finals get the best of him, Danny decided to take it a step further.

The highest end of the scale for the average weight of female elephants is 4,050 kilos, multiplied by the same five, gives 20,250 milligrams of caffeine.

Essentially, the lower end of the scale would give him the same effect as 99 (and a bit) 473 milliliter cans of Rockstar Energy Drinks in one sitting. The higher end of the scale would be 126 (and a bit) 473 milliliter cans of Rockstar Energy Drinks in one sitting.

All that was left to do, now that he has the maths for the desired effect figured out, was to mix that in his favorite drink: A Red Eye.

Truly an abomination for the ages.

After way too much brain power, Phantom's completed coffee order looks like this:

A large Red Eye with 20,250 mg of caffeine

2 tablespoons of cinnamon

1 tablespoon of honey

1/8 cup of chocolate syrup

and 3 mint leaves or 1 teaspoon of mint extract

(he added 4 shots of vodka when he turned 21)

Danny is gonna kick his finals' ass, and be hyped up on caffeine while doing it!

Storyboard

[harlequips]

I think more people should do research into Japanese architecture and culture when making fanfiction about japanese characters (mostly/especially historical) instead of intentionally keeping it vague when it's relevant or westernizing it because rheyre too lazy. Just my humble opinion. <- also remembering the occasions when I saw hashimada fanfiction where they had them wearing boxers instead of fundoshi or anything where they're using nicknames that would only make sense if their names originated in English

[alpacahat67]

more nimona fans (particularly the comic) should lean more into the medieval part of it i need medieval revival ambrosius goldenloin please

[literaryhomo]

I looked up "spiders in japan" for fun, regarding my last post, to see if I could draw/write a scene while keeping the spider accurate to the place.

I have regrets.

I also learnt some spiders kill cockroaches and Japan has a cockroach problem.

I also regret looking up ashidakagumo.

The pictures aren't too bad, but they scare me still (」°ロ°)」

Gumo probably comes from kumo, which means spider (kumo can also mean cloud, depends on the tone and kanji)

Anyway, enough rambling, spiders made me think of Akutagawa's 'spider thread', written in 1918 if I remember correctly.

It was also confirmed in wan that Akutagawa for some reason just doesn't harm bugs at all.

So if the PM had a spider, Gin and Ryuunosuke would just let it live. Ryuunosuke could use Rashoumon to make a little pathway for the spider to get out of the place via a window without being stepped on.

Chuuya would likely mock the spider for being smaller than him, while everyone else is more concerned about not approaching the spider.

Not neccesarily scared, just put off.

(of course some are scared but I feel like they'd try to hide it.)

Elise could try picking the spider up and putting it on Mori to mess with him.

Ah, Kyuu....I think they'd get a lot of spiders, considering they're locked up for most of the time if I know right. Either befriends the spiders or just makes them go nuts with their ability.

Kaiji would blast the place to bits and call it "A spider induced emergency!"

Of course, I might be completely wrong about these!

[little-piece-of-tamlin]

the title of this word doc is "i will write kaebedo even if it kills me". this is a win. enjoy 942 words of my stubbornness and kaeya being a lab rat and catching feelings

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“Can you create them in a specific size?”

“Depends. How complicated do you want it?”

“Just give me a cube. Two inch by two inch by two inch.”

Kaeya focuses on his vision, and cold travels up his veins as a two cubic inch icecube forms in his hand. It’s not a rapid summon, but it doesn’t have to be. It takes maybe five seconds.

He knows Albedo times it. Knows he writes down if its an even formation, or if it starts quick and slows down. He knows he will take the cube and measure it to see if it’s really two inches, to see how smooth it is, to see if the angles are right.

Cool, dry fingers brush against his palm as Albedo picks the cube up, holds it to a tape measure, and then one of those angular rulers, all the while scratching away in his notebook. Kaeya keeps the icicle from melting in his touch.

“Okay. Can you make me a sphere?”

“Of course.  Any requests on size?”

“Two inch diameter.”

“Coming right up.”

What Albedo asks of him is simple. To use his vision, to be precise, to be controlled. Small things, easy things. He tells him to keep the ice from melting as he places it in a flask above a burner. He tells him to shape it after it’s been summoned. He makes Kaeya use techniques he’s used for years, techniques that are like muscle memory to him.

What Albedo asks of him is so, so very difficult. He dissects Kaeya’s power with painless precision. There is a voice in Kaeya’s head, the one that has always sounded the most like himself, that is warning him of all the ways he is letting his walls down. Albedo learns the melting point of his ice, the force needed for it to shatter, its shapes and how quickly he summons it, and Kaeya imagines him thrusting his sword though his wall of ice with just the right amount of force and at just the right angle, sheating his blade in his heart. Night after night, he sits in the alchemist’s laboratory, creating ice until his fingers go red and start aching.

His chest feels blood-warm as Albedo stops and brings out a little flat pouch made of thin leather, and he places it in his hands and bends his fingers over it and tells him, press here. And there is something in it that feels like a coin, a thin circle of bent metal and as Kaeya presses onto it the bend snaps to the other side, and suddenly the pouch is warm.

“It’s a sodium acetate solution. Salt and vinegar.” Albedo keeps his fingers folded over his. “It’s so saturated that after it cools down, the smallest amount of energy will start the crystallizatin process. As it turns from liquid to solid form, it releases heat, serving as an effective and reusable warming pouch. I’ve been thinking about giving some to the adventurers at Dragonspine, but it’s not as good as warming bottles.

His voice is even, but the quick rhythm of his words betray his enthusiasm. Kaeya’s chest is warm like a bed filled by two people, and he finds himself smiling at the man.

“Seems like even geniuses run out of big ideas once in a while. Don’t worry, I won’t tell on you.”

Albedo blinks up at him. “Just because a discovery isn’t universally useful doesn’t mean it is a lesser discovery. The principal of science is that no knowledge is wasted. Every experiment that might seem useless at first could be the final piece of a grand puzzle.” He steps away, but Kaeya catches his fingers in his before he could go far.

There is a question in the subtle arch of Albedo’s eyebrow, but Kaeya finds no words to answer it with. He asks his own question instead. “Which ones do you like more? The big discoveries or the small ones?”

The man ducks his head, gaze growing unfocused as he considers it. Kaeya wants to reach out and move those messy blonde bangs away from Albedo’s eyes, but that would mean letting go of his hand. He thinks about getting him some hairpins, but then remembers the dozen Albedo keeps in a drawer and never uses.

The alchemist turns their hands over. Now Kaeya’s is covering his. “Neither, I suppose. I like it best when a lot of small results end up making a bigger picture.  It’s... satisfying, to be able to piece it together.”

It’s a Thursday night, a date that’s been cemented into their schedules lately alongside the breakfast on Monday, the afternoon coffe on Wednesdays, and every second day of Albedo’s return from his mountain laboratory when they take Klee out on a hike. Kaeya will spend the evening on Friday at Angel’s Share, getting patrons drunk and making them spill their secrets, but he won’t stay too long so that he can pick up a fresh blackberry tart in the morning on Saturday to bring Albedo for their next experiment appointment.

He’s... not had this varied of a schedule for years. He is busier than ever, but finds that he doesn’t really mind.

“I suppose it is.” He looks up at Albedo, taking the opportunity while he has it, before they both end up standing and Albedo will reach up to his shoulder again. Those teal eyes find his, soft in a way so uncharacteristic of him, so unlike his regular cool detachment.

His chest is warm like his hand clasped in Albedo's. “So, my dear alchemist, what do you need me to do next?”

[goddessofgoon]

I was thinking about how well the character's hair colour and style represents their personalities! Each character design is special and their hairstyles demonstrate the way they live their lives.

Grell is a very good example of this due to her double life in the beginning of the show. As Grell the butler, she has a muted reddish brown shade of hair. It shows her dimmed personality, her attempt to blend into the background in order to avoid drawing attention to her presence. Her hair is also commonly tied back in this disguise. I find that this could be seen as her holding back her true vibrant, free personality to maintain the facade of a timid, dull butler.

Grell in her true form is a vivacious, confident character. She isn't afraid to speak her mind and behave differently to others. This is easily reflected in her bright red hair, which makes her become noticeable (which is commented on in the manga/anime I believe). Red is a colour associated with passion, which Grell is clearly full of in every sense of the word. More obviously, red is associated with blood and violence. Grell contributes to a fair bit of bloodshed mostly in the beginning of the season. She doesn't wear her hair in any restrictive fashion (although that would be more helpful due to the nature of her job). This again tells us that she is unafraid to be herself and act on her own accord. She is carefree.

Ciel ( real and not ) is also a fairly good example of hair as a reflection of character. For starters, his hair is literally blue and he is of noble status. Nobles and those of high class are referred to as blue bloods. The monarch also walks along a blue carpet when attending parliament (random unnecessary info dump) which yet again affirms the ties between the colour blue and aristocracy. Another way his hair colour weaves his character is the mournful shade to it. Blue is symbolic of deep sadness and both Ciels have experienced trauma that would validly lead to feelings of depression. Lastly, Ciel maintains the same hairstyle throughout the manga/anime. I think this can represent his unchanging way of life. He is defined by his past and now must live purposefully due to the deal he has made. (I hope that makes sense, it's lowkey word vomit.)

In Sebastian's case, his hair colour is mostly what showcases his nature. It is black, which is a colour usually associated with misfortune (black cats and, in the Victorian period, funerals/mourning). His hair colour suits him due to him being a demon, black is also a colour paired with evil and black magic. His hairstyle is defines him as its more modern. It appeals to people visually (apart from Marchioness Francis of course!) and is what sometimes solidifies kuro fans obsession with him. Hair is significant in a character design when it comes to creating an attractive character and he's literally a demon who uses his appearance to lure people in on occasion!

I can't be bothered to talk more about this guy right now. Anyway, if you read this far, thank you!! It's my first time writing anything loosely analytical that wasn't schoolwork so please be kind! I mainly wanted to talk about Grell and that's probably obvious but I might write some other characters too!

[luckyclovahs]

ive been animating stevepop to this but im scared to post becuase of. guulp. copyright (and 2 stevepop rabid moots will attack me)

@kalied0skull . @jackletheidiot

[duketibbitswaifu]

🌸 Selfshiptober 🌸 🎉 Day 13 : Party 🎉

💗 I just got this art commissioned!!! by @eliotlime 💗

🌸 Here's me and my Dukey pookie bear!!! ✨ with this weird ass fucking dog(???) 🦦 and his chunt munching maniac gf @cursed-elements-blog 🌸

💗 We had happened to both be in town the same day (I'm always in town), so we decided to meet up!! 🎀 Don't tell El this, but she's super fun to hang with~!!! ^-^ 💗

🌸 Dukey and Chunt are no longer enemies, as they have grown past their previous feud like, 10 years ago. 💕 Chase was actually super surprised by how much nicer Duke was than he remembered <33 🌸

------- California girls, we're unforgettable Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top Sun-kissed skin, so hot We'll melt your popsicle 🌺 California Gurls - Katy Perry [ ♡ ]

[laureala]

just got the news that i got funding for a phd starting in october !! thrilling and terrifying and relieving

[foldingfittedsheets]

blue tongue skinks like the one in that vid are omnivores, so while they dont need crickets specifically, they do need protein sources (this site says mealworms, frozen/thawed mice, boiled chicken, ground turkey, high quality canned dog/cat food, etc)

Honestly so doable. I don’t mind offering a protein, but I fucking hated crickets. The noise, the smell, finding them everywhere cause they were little escape artists. We had to protein coat them which was gross because they weren’t even nutritious enough to give the lizard. I loathed them.

I love snakes but I don’t want such a bitey pet. This is pure hypocrisy as Korben bites us all the times but he can at least understand when I say “ow”. I fucking lose my shit over lizards, they’re so cute, but the chameleon was so much work and I doubt I’ll be in a position to get another scaly buddy for a long time.

[jacarandaaaas]

small psa for fic writers in this fandom. If you are portraying very sensitive and complex topics, please for the love of god research them.

[clumsypuppy]

adhd comix

[12u3ie]

Frank wearing a Brooklyn Dodgers hat is such a power move tbh

[aleximustdr4w]

Mötley crüe tarots for the 40th anniversary of shout at the devil

[cantheykillmacbeth]

how about the herrscher of sentience, from honkai impact 3rd? she applies for two clauses, being a woman that inhabits the body of another person, and being born from honkai energy rather than. you know. a person.

Yes, the Herrscher of Sentience from Honkai Impact 3rd could kill Macbeth!

She applies for the Gender Clause and Unconventional Birth Clause, spontaneously waking up within the unoccupied body of Fu Hua. Birth Parent Clause also may or may not apply depending on how you credit her creation.

Thank you for your submission!

[kradogsrats]

me using the exact same features of Kpp'Ar's cane to speculate that it contains a key and to headcanon that he has debilitating full-body arthritis