#model 3 specs

[artuurle]

Woe, my Drainfolk headcanons upon yee

All my art and rambles under the cut because it's a whoooole ramble-y mess since i'm bad at. explaining my thoughts.

features characters in underwear but no nudity i promise

Okay so I tried my best to take a swing at this while also keeping these guys recognizable to the series. sorry if its a mess nmbnvbv.

I headcanon drainfolk the result of generations of normal humans warped from the influence of the drain which, similar to the rift, has properties that augments the creatures that exist near it, though the drain is much slower and a generational effect instead of the immediate- rapturous effect from the rift. Since the original population has been here for a good many of hundred years, they look incredibly different from average ggg humans (which also are unique against irl humans. looking at those inhuman skin tones) while still being directly related to them. Many traits developed were essential to help them survive their new lives in the drain ( claws, arm strength + length, growth cycles) since the place was incredibly hard to live in. Anatomy:

Drainfolk have very little sexual dimorphism - most of them all share the shorter and stout build and are covered in hair. the main differences are actually the fact AFAB individuals lack retractable claws and they tend to (usually) be taller and fuzzier on average). Drainfolk also display pads on the entire palms of their hands and slitted pupils. Development:

Drainfolk physically develop into adults at a very different pace than normal humans, while mental development stays the same. Staying incredibly small for most of their childhood with smaller growth spurts before entering a rapid period of growth close to adulthood. The sudden change in size causes a sudden shift to higher caloric intake and the occasional VERY CONFUSED teenager. The need to stay small for prolonged periods of time is because many places in the drain require you to climb in VERY dangerous areas, and the solution was to stay small as long as possible while your parents carried you until you were strong enough to climb around yourself.

Metamorphs:

Outliers in the drainfolk population- They tend to be around double the height of their compatriots and trade a lot of the heavier fuzz for a lighter coat and thicker skin. Their claws also grow longer as a form of defense.

Metamorphs are the term for drainfolk who after reaching adulthood, undergo a secondary growth spurt. This is caused by being thrust into various forms of responsibility and power- similar to how a dominant male orangutan will become larger or the dominant male fish will change size/gender if the large leader female dies. Either sex can become a metamorph, though its slightly more common in Afab individuals because of child rearing. This is also commonly seen in leaders of established groups of varying legality and in the eldest of a gaggle of an orphaned group of drainfolk after reaching adulthood. Any spot where the role of responsibility is shouldered is a role that can cause a drainfolk to become a metamorph.

Bonus:

Drainfolk even into their adulthood tend to climb up on people they deem close to them as a sign of affection or when they are scared / stressed for comfort. It is very common to see a drainfolk climb onto another the same size to the absolute annoyance or acceptance of the one being afflicted with the behavior. The behavior is very normalized in the drain but may come off as weird to people not aware of it.

[aeriona]

fibsh…. in three dimensions....

based off yesterday's artwork

[creature-beast]

So I've been getting into 3d modeling

[honkowo]

a look at hotrod's insides teehee

wanted to add this to the post hotrod's in but it was taking long enough to finish so i just said fuckit & posted it without lmao

prolly the main differences between hotrod and a classic meat car model would be cockpit placement; rather than it being tucked away under the main room, hotrods is in his skull, right above his brain(makes for faster connection)

thanks to clink's profession & interest in xenobiology, hotrod also has quite a bit of lab equipment in him, such as the big table & more varied storage outside of the default general storage

thanks to hotrod's habit of storing things(both alive & dead) to show off at a later date, the main room is pretty much always trashed lol

like always, gif stills and a no text alts r under the cut :)

[bimstown]

I finally got a poster made of all of the 151 Kanto Pokemon I modeled!! Get them on my shop :3

[rene-spade]

miss louisiana i | c. leclerc, a. saint mleux | chase landry

poly! | fem! reader x obsessive! exes! charles leclerc, alexandra saint mleux (+chase landry and f1 grid)

synopsis. your obsessive exes refuse to accept your new relationship with a man completely different from them. maybe they should move to louisiana? jk!. . . unless?

note. ok so reader is from louisiana and has cajun roots for context. chase landry is from swamp people 😭✌️ I loved that show when I was younger & I rewatched some recently and it reignited my crush on him sorry

WARNING(s); obsessive/possessive behavior, toxic/creepy exes (I make is as fluffy as I can tho trust), ooc Alex and Charles being a rich and out of touch, a spec of classism, stalking oops, (everyone Loves you)

miss.y/n📍belle river, la

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miss.y/n back where I belong ☀️🌷🐊🐝🐍🌿🐠

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mariene.y/l/n be safe in the water my baby 🤗

miss.y/n yes maman 🤞😊 you know I’m protected

user oop who’s protecting you miss ma’am

user omgggg how did Charles n Alex fumble so baddd 😩😩🙏 I’ve needed y/n’s cajun french baddie ass since DAY ONE 🗣️

charles_leclerc so beautiful mon ange 😍 but that water is dark and might be dangerous. ta maman a raison!

see translation | your mom is right

user stopp didn’t y/n break things off with them???

user2 currently losing it my fav throuple might be back 💪🗣️

carlossainz55 hope you’re doing well mi dulce ❤️

alexandrasaintmleux yeah no this isn’t happening

user carlos sweetie delete this comment while you still have hands <3

user SHE’S BACK IN LOUISIANA RAHH

user2 how did I not know she was from the middle of nowhere 😭 what is pierre part??

user3 how didn’t you know!!! her dad literally used to hunt alligator before he died and her mom remarried and moved back to France . Her dad was cajun

user this might be a reach but y’all think she knows anybody from swamp people? Love that show 🤣🤣

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Alex’s leg bounced up and down nervously as her call went to voicemail for the 7th time in a row. She’d been calling your phone nonstop since hearing the news, anxious to know if it was true or not. It was always something that ate at her; her and Charles’ inability to relate to your childhood in Louisiana. They’d grown up among a higher class than you and in foreign countries. You would just giggle and wave off her concerns, insisting that even though they couldn’t understand your upbringing, that at least you could understand theirs.

“No answer.” She muttered, teeth gnawing at her bottom lip. It was a habit she’d had as a child, one that you disapproved of and had trained out of her before you left them.

“She left us for a swamp man.” Charles pathetically finished Alex’s thought as they sat in his car, waiting to meet some other drivers and wags at the high-end restaurant Carlos chose.

“Don’t say it like that!” Alexandra turned her body towards the passenger window, “She didn’t leave us— not in that way! I told you she was homesick!”

Your father was a Cajun man who definitely took his culture to heart, doing a lot of hunting and fishing before he passed away suddenly when you were 12. Your mother was from France originally, and she remarried a rich Frenchman who’d ended up funding your modeling career after your success in pageantry. You moved straight to France at age 14 and found yourself in a completely different culture from how you grew up. You’d visited France before during summers with your mother, but it wasn’t home to you like Louisiana. You’d met Alexandra when the two of you were 19, and instantly bonded. Despite only really meeting briefly, it was love at first sight on Alex’s part and she supported you all the way to when you won Miss Universe after starting out Miss Louisiana.

When Charles had come along and had the same feelings that she did for you, it felt perfect, like everything had finally come together.

“With us is her home.” Charles replied, sucking his teeth.

“I can’t even—” Alex didn’t have to finish, the two had the same thought. They can’t even fathom the idea that you were with someone else.

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Daniel was practically cackling in joy while Carlos at least tried to hide his amusement by covering his face. It was no secret that most of the f1 grid was praying for you to leave Charles/Alex so they could get a chance— but this wasn’t what they were expecting.

Bickering around the table ensued, only a few seconds before Alex was rolling her eyes with a groan and putting her face in her hands, “He doesn’t have any recent social media so I can’t even stalk him.”

“So we will just go there!”

“And what? Become swamp people?” Daniel was laughing so hard he was tearing up.

“Cha, that’s so ridiculous.” Alex mumbled.

“It is—!” Kika agreed suspiciously fast, “I just mean the split was recent, so maybe me and Pierre should visit her before you guys?” It’d only been a few months, but that had been enough to drive Charles and Alex a bit off the rails.

They’d only ever been apart from you for just over two days in the last year, up until you ghosted them. Well— it wasn’t technically ghosting when you left a note; a very brief letter in your familiar handwriting that told them you needed some space. They didn’t take it as a break up, although they did panic. Their numbers weren’t blocked, so they naturally took that as a good sign. This was probably because you wanted their attention since all their calls and messages were going through. The finality of it didn’t hit until it reached two weeks of no-contact from you and their photos were removed from your Instagram. The public noticed and so did the rest of the grid despite Alex and Charles’ now 3-month-long denial stage.

“le lieu s'appelle Pierre Part, yeah?” Pierre grinned and Charles sneered at him. (the place is called pierre part)

“They might have a point,” Daniel winced with a wide grin, “I think you’ll just look crazy if you show up. At least, one of us would just look like a friend who misses her, ya know?”

“None of you are visiting our girlfriend!” Alex frowned.

“Ex,” Carlos gently corrected into his fist with a cough before straightening up, “She jus’ is homesick maybe so give her some space and she will come back in no time.”

“I knew this would happen.” Alex slumped with her chin in her hand, “cet endroit est sa maison.” (that place is her home)

“You’ve never heard ‘if you love something, let it go’? If it’s meant to be, she’ll come back.” Daniel tried to reassure, but his face was almost a wince.

“We just wanted her close to us is all! We travel so much, we didn’t mean to take her away from her home—”

But Daniel gave them a look, knowing about their behavior with you. As in love with you as they are, Alex and Charles are intense about it. Endearing on one hand for awhile, but then the jealousy got worse and they were pretty delusional about their tendencies. He could understand it honestly— you were lovely. He imagined he’d be in the same state as Alex and Charles if you were his and you left him. Which is why he cut them so much slack, the rest of the table too.

“I don’t understand why she ran away like that!” Charles finished with a huff, running his fingers through his hair. He was starting to sweat. This felt like a cruel joke on your part— a mean way to get their attention.

“His ears are a little big.” Alex whispered, staring into her phone with a pout.

“et cela! regarde nos oreilles!” (and that! look at our ears!)

Pierre lost it at that; Charles pulling at his ears to make a point, “Maybe he’s just a nice guy, man!”

“We are nice!”

“Let me see.” Carlos walked around the table to see Alex’s phone.

She’d googled the name of your alleged new boyfriend— Chase Landry. He had starred on some Southern US reality show ‘Swamp People’; it mainly surrounded cajun alligator hunters in Louisiana. They had known you liked the show, but had never seen it themselves.

“Eh,” Carlos shrugged, “his ears aren’t that big. He is a little old for her though, no? 34?”

“Exactly! He is a pervert! I’m calling her again, actually.”

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miss.y/n 📍pierre part, la

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miss.y/n me and my dirty swamp man foreva 🤞💛🌷🦆

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user STOPPP SHE SAID THAT’S MY MAN N IMMA STICK BY HIMMMM

user2 stfu 😭✋ the fact that this man most likely has no idea that this is going on

user3 his brother liking her posts and filling him in

miss.y/n jokes on y’all Jacob doesn’t know what’s going on either

bellahadid beautiful lily faery and her dirty swamp bf <3

miss.y/n <3 literally

user BELLA⁉️

arthur_leclerc beautiful view of the water, ma sœur!

see translation | my sister

user THEY SENT Y/NS FAVORITE LECLERC BROTHER IN TO PLAY DAMAGE CONTROL

user2 not “my sister” 😭😭😭 leclercs let her go challenge

user y/n’s harem coming to her defense like the mighty morphin power rangers 😭😂🤣

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this is part 1 of perhaps 3. I plan on making part 2 much longer and more writing than social media like this one, just for some balanceee

taglist; @alliwantisadonut @splaterparty0-0 @charizznorizz

Ren

[sirfrogsworth]

Megapixel Survey - What do you know about them pixels?

I've been trying to write a post explaining megapixels (and Ks) for over a year now. I have had trouble gathering the data I needed to do it properly. But I just solved that problem and I want to start working on it. But I could use a little help.

Please answer the questions below. I'd ask that you not look at other answers before you give yours.

I'd like to hear from photographers and non-photographers. In fact, if you know nothing about cameras I'm most interested in your answers.

And please remember, I'm not trying to trick you or make you look foolish. And I don't want you to guess an answer based on what you feel *I* believe is correct. I'm not looking for you to impress me. I need your real answer.

Perhaps draw on your past impressions of megapixels when you were looking for a new camera or phone and what your thought process was.

I just want to know how educated people are about megapixels. And Ks for video (2K, 4K, 8K, etc). It's all the same thing.

You can answer all or none of these. Whatever you have the time or energy for. Any input is helpful. And if you do have extra time or energy, feel free to expand on your answers. Thank you!

(If you shoot more video than photos, you can answer the questions by substituting Ks for megapixels.)

Megapixel Questions

1. What advantage do you think having more megapixels gives you? (Not a trick question. There is an advantage.)

2. When you look at specs for a camera (smartphone or traditional), are megapixels the first thing you look for?

3. If you are upgrading your smartphone and the new model has more megapixels, do you feel confident the camera will perform better because of the increased megapixels?

4. What do you feel is a satisfactory amount of megapixels for a smartphone?

5. What do you feel is a satisfactory amount of megapixels for a traditional camera?

6. When you see the following image comparing a 48MP (4K video) Apple smartphone to a Samsung 200MP (8K video), does the fact that a phone has that many megapixels impress you?

7. If you were to guess a percentage, how much more detail can the 200MP camera capture than the 48MP? (Again, not a trick question, the Samsung does capture more detail.)

8. Do you feel like Apple is falling behind in their camera technology? (They only recently went above 12MP in their phones.)

9. This camera set the current record for capturing the most detail possible (outside of scientific instruments). Without googling, how many megapixels do you think it has?

That's it!

Thank you to anyone who answers. I am really hoping this will be my best photography post I've ever written. I've been collecting images and data for this for a very long time. It's actually a really fascinating topic. And I hope it will help you with your purchasing decisions.

[tessasinclair]

𝗥𝗔𝗙𝗘'𝗦 𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗕𝗜𝗞𝗘 › 𝖼𝗎𝗓 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆ore 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍? 𝘚𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥.

We all know by now that Rafe is 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 on his motorbike and that it is one of his passions. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍.

𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗶𝗸𝗲/dirtbike 𝗵𝗲 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀?

┃ 𝙊𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝘽𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝘄𝗼

› Rafe's motorbike in season 1, 2 ( 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 3 𝗍𝗈𝗈) is most likely: 𝖪𝖳𝖬 450 SX-F or KTM 250 SX-F (from the 2019–2021 lineup, motocross version).

𝘞𝘩𝘺 : No lights or license plate → This indicates it’s not an enduro model (like EXC), but a motocross version (SX-F). Signature aggressive styling and KTM SX-F color scheme – orange plastics, black frame.

⚡︎ 𝗞𝗧𝗠 450 𝗦𝗫-𝗙/𝗞𝗧𝗠 250 𝗦𝗫-𝗙 ₍ 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 1, 2, 3 𝘖𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 ₎

┃ 𝙊𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝘽𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿 ₍ 𝘌𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 ₎

› 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 4 𝗂𝗌 most likely a 450 SX-F or 350 SX-F (around 2015–2017 model year).

𝘞𝘩𝘺 : The graphics and body shape match the mid-2010s SX-F series. Red frame – typical for limited editions or higher-performance models (like Factory Edition or the 450 SX-F).

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗋ider number (#103) and other mods – show it’s race-ready, especially for sand/beach events, which KTM excels at.

⚡︎ This is a purebred race-spec 𝖲𝖷-𝖥, 𝗍𝗈𝗈, most likely a 450 𝗦𝗫-𝗙 or 350 𝗦𝗫-𝗙, from around 2015 to 2017. It’s not street-legal – it’s built purely for tracks, racing, and off-road riding.

┃ 𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖱𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 2. 𝖨 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 & 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 ;) 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖱𝖺𝖿𝖾'𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾.

𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗒: 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝖺i𝗋, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈 no𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒

₍ 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈 resources : pinterest.com ₎

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 !

𝓈ℴ:

[aweirdgoddess]

For people manifesting celeb (spec actors but everything counts) sps!!! ACTING IS JUST A JOB. BEING FAMOUS IS JUST A PART OF THEIR JOB. SINGING IS JUST A JOB. BEING FAMOUS IS JUST A PART OF THEIR JOB. MODELLING IS JUST A JOB. BEING FAMOUS IS JUST A PART OF THEIR JOB.

Let me give you an example.

If I like this girl, let's say 'Ana' (Im not good w coming up w names mb 😭) and she's a doctor. Would I ask 'Can I manifest Ana? she's a doctor.' NO I WOULND'T. Because whichever impressive things she's done as a doctor (earning a big paycheck, having a PhD, Saving lives, fucking create a new medicine) IT'S JUST PART OF HER JOB, all it means, is that she's doing a good job at it. Now let's do this with a random celeb sp so you guys can get it. I'll go w/ scarlet johanson because she's utterly divine<3 I like scarlet, the only thing that you should think when you realize/think about her being famous is 'Hey, im proud of her, it means she's doing her acting good. It means her efforts payed off / are paying off' NOT 'Oh my god, it's impossible, she'll never like me, she's too big of a celebrity' Now, having opposing thoughts is perfectly fine!! You're human baby<3 Im just saying flip them if u can (and if u do that) + this is more for you to repogram ur mind rather than to force positivity on u!! I love you, take care<3 Asks always open!

[ms-demeanor]

Since some people might want a Mac, I'll offer a Mac equivalent of your laptop guide from the perspective of a Mac/Linux person.

Even the cheapest Macs cost more than Windows laptops, but part of that is Apple not making anything for the low end of the tech spectrum. There is no equivalent Mac to an Intel i3 with 4 gigabytes of RAM. This makes it a lot easier to find the laptop you need.

That said, it is possible to buy the wrong Mac for you, and the wrong Mac for you is the 13-inch MacBook Pro with the Touch Bar. Get literally anything else. If it has an M2 chip in it, it's the most recent model and will serve you well for several years. Any new MacBook Air is a good pick.

(You could wait for new Macs with M3, but I wouldn't bother. If you are reading these guides the M3 isn't going to do anything you need done that a M2 couldn't.)

Macs now have integrated storage and memory, so you should be aware that whatever internal storage and RAM you get, you'll be stuck with. But if you would be willing to get a 256 gig SSD in a Windows laptop, the Mac laptop with 256 gigs of storage will be just as good, and if you'd be willing to get 8 gigs of RAM in a Windows laptop the Mac will perform slightly better with the same amount of memory.

Buy a small external hard drive and hook it up so Time Machine can make daily backups of your laptop. Turn on iCloud Drive so your documents are available anywhere you can use a web browser. And get AppleCare because it will almost certainly be a waste of money but wooooooow will you be glad it's there if you need it.

I get that you are trying to help and I am not trying to be mean to you specifically, but people shouldn't buy apple computers. That's why I didn't provide specs for them. Apple is a company that is absolutely terrible to its customers and its customers deserve better than what apple is willing to offer.

Apple charges $800 to upgrade the onboard storage from a 256GB SSD to a 2TB SSD.

A 2TB SSD costs between $75-100.

I maintain that any company that would charge you more than half the cost of a new device to install a $100 part on day one is a company making the wrong computer for you.

The point of being willing to tolerate a 256GB SSD or 8GB RAM in a Windows laptop is that you're deferring some of the cost to save money at the time of purchase so that you can spend a little bit in three years instead of having to replace the entire computer. Because, you see, many people cannot afford to pay $1000 for a computer and need to buy a computer that costs $650 and will add $200 worth of hardware at a later date.

My minimum specs recommendations for a mac would be to configure one with the max possible RAM and SSD, look at the cost, and choose to go buy three i7 windows laptops with the same storage and RAM for less than the sticker price of the macs.

So let's say you want to get a 14" Macbook pro with the lowest-level processor. That's $2000. Now let's bump that from 16GB RAM and a 512GB SSD to 32GB and 2TB. That gets you to $3000. (The SSD is $200 less than on the lower model, and they'll let you put in an 8TB SSD for $1800 on this model; that's not available on the 13" because apple's product development team is entirely staffed by assholes who think you deserve a shitty computer if you can't afford to pay the cost of two 1991 Jeep Cherokee Laredos for a single laptop).

For $3000 you can get 3 Lenovo Workstation laptops with i7 processors, 32GB RAM, and a 2TB SSD.

And look, for just $200 more I could go up to 48GB RAM and get a 4TB SSD - it costs $600 to upgrade the 14" mac from a 2TB SSD to a 4TB SSD so you could still get three laptops with more ram and the same amount of storage for the cost of one macbook.

I get that some people need to use Final Cut and Logic Pro, but hoo boy they sure are charging you through the nose to use products that have become industry standard. The words "capture" and "monopoly" come to mind even though they don't quite apply here.

"Hostile" does, though, especially since Mac users end up locked into the ecosystem through software and cloud services and become uncertain how to leave it behind if they ever decide that a computer should cost less than a month's rent on a shitty studio apartment in LA.

There's a very good reason I didn't give mac advice and that's because my mac advice is "DON'T."

[lady-quen]

Aight here goes ✨️Nothing✨️ aka the probably horribly unbalanced Mael fanspec. Keeping the necromancer green theme for the icons! Also credit to @soulbeastdragon for letting me use their post dividers as a base for my own divider 🫡

This miiiight get reworked several times *coughs* I did say I was doing it just for fun as someone who sucks severely at mmos, but if someone wants to give feedback also for fun go ahead ^^. Most details such as skill range, uptime, cd, and boon/condi amount missing for aforementioned reasons.

The spec would likely make good use of power and healing power builds and be good for cc and burst DPS or group healing. Keep in mind I'm not trying to come up with a balanced spec that fills specific gameplay niches the class is missing, but rather a spec purely for lore reasons.

Diabolist

"Devour death itself, and rise."

"The Diabolist has become closely acquaintanced with death, and chained themself to a demonic source of energy. Utilize the Diabolist Shroud to greatly enhance your equipped weapon skills, at the cost of taking constant damage."

Diabolists excel in burst damage and crowd control and gain access to Alysidomancy skills, creating spectral portals to draw on hellish chains to immobilize themselves for health and life force generation, or immobilize and pull foes for a quick kill. They also gain access to an offhand shield which provides boon stealing and pulling capabilities.

Skills and Traits under readmore.

Skills

Shield skills:

4: Putrid Aegis: assume a shielded stance, stealing boons for each time struck. 4s, vulnerable to cc

5: Hell's Gate: manifest a spectral portal upon the shield's surface, pulling and chilling the target. -> Hell's Breach: shield bash the target, inflicting daze and stealing a boon.

Profession skill:

Alysidomancy: use of demonic chains (short cast animation plays, can be cast while moving)

Slot skills:

Heal: Chains of Suppression: Immobilize yourself and gain stability and protection. Sacrifice life force to heal (chargable skill)

Utility:

Chains of Invitation: Open a spectral portal and use chains to pull out a shade*. (Can stack with normal shade. This version does not gain access to Haunt, but generates additional life force)

*similar to the Shambling Horror, the shade model is slightly altered, with a subtle blue fire effect instead of the green haze.

Chains of Esurience: Pull up to three enemies towards you, transfer a condition to each, and inflict chill. Generate life force and gain regeneration.

Chains of Terror: Stunbreak. Launch yourself towards the target and inflict fear.

Chains of Inevitability: Immobilize an enemy, corrupt a boon and gain might and fury.

Elite: Chains of Perdition: Immobilize and lift up to 5 enemies around you with demonic hooks, inflicting damage and gaining life force for each second spent suspended up to a max of 4. (Cancelable via stunbreak.) Gain 10s of might, fury and quickness. Bonus chance to trigger unique voiceline ("Let me hear you beg!")

Profession mechanic: Diabolist Shroud: Diabolists forgo Shroud-specifc skills in favor of greatly enhanced damage on currently equipped weapons. Life force does not act as a second health bar; Ticks down slower than usual but ticks down health as well.

Visuals: Diabolist Shroud spawns a fanged portal upon your chest, and every glow effect on the character turns blue. The Shroud's eyes are wide and circular. Character model and weapons gain a shifting, smoky shader.

Audio: loud chain rattling noises in Diabolist Shroud and when using Alysidomancies.

Traits:

Minor Proficiency: You can now wield shields.

Minor Adept: Faustian Bargain: Death Shroud becomes Diabolist Shroud, granting powerful offense at the cost of forgoing Shroud-specific skills and losing health over time. Gain access to Alysidomancies.

Major Adept:

1 - Self-Flagellation: Self-immobilize inflicts bleeding, but generates additional life force.

2 - Death's Gambit: Deal increased strike damage (15%) when below 50% HP.

3 - Squalid Symbiosis: Chains of Suppression now launch phantom links to nearby allies, sharing the amount healed. Reduced recharge on shield skills. Shield boon steal now shares boons with linked allies.

Minor Master: Hellhound's Ambush: Entering Diabolist Shroud grants 5 seconds of swiftness and stability.

Major Master:

1 - Fatal Hypothermia: chilling a foe additionally inflicts slow. (2s?)

2 - Malleus Maleficarum: Immobilizing foes grants might and inflicts burning.

3 - Feeding Frenzy: Using skill 5 in Diabolist Shroud additionally grants quickness and regeneration. (5 s?)

Minor Grandmaster: Terminal Lucidity: Gain health and protection when entering Diabolist Shroud. (Reasonably small heal)

Major Grandmaster:

1 - Sell Your Soul: 10% of vitality is converted to power and healing power. 10% of toughness is converted to ferocity and precision.

2 - Evergaol: immobilize effects on foes last longer. (2s) Immobilized foes take increased damage (20%?)

3 - Pandaemonium: Chains of Invitation additionally summons a second shade. Gain regeneration when both shades are active.

Associated Items:

Diabolist's Shield

Shorn Salvation (ascended shield)

Diabolist's Shackles (gauntlets)

Superior Rune of the Diabolist (power + healing power)

[hirocimacruiser]

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[reijisteacup]

Can I get a reaction of the Diaboy's s/o offering them their dream car for their birthday? ( sorry if there are mistakes) I love your content so much btw 🩵

Oop and you are okayyyy Thank you so much I appreciate it <3

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Sakamaki's

Shu Sakamaki:

He lazily stares at the shiny, high-end luxury car parked outside, brow twitching slightly. "You're joking, right?" he mutters, not even moving from his lounging spot at first. But when you dangle the keys in front of his face and confirm it’s his, Shu’s eyes finally widen a fraction. You’ve done something no one else has—actually impressed him. “You really are a strange human... spoiling a vampire like this,” he murmurs, but he pulls you into his lap and kisses your neck softly, whispering a rare and sultry "Thank you."

Reiji Sakamaki:

You had the car custom-built to match the exact vintage specs he once told you about in passing—decades ago. When he sees it, his eyes widen with genuine shock. He slowly walks around the vehicle, touching its polished edges like it’s a priceless relic. “This level of thoughtfulness… I’m nearly speechless.” He clears his throat, clearly flustered. “You… remembered.” He ends up taking you on a formal drive with white gloves on, and later, while sipping tea, gives you a rare smile and a quiet, “I’m proud to have you.”

Laito Sakamaki:

“Oooh~ Bitch-chan, are you trying to seduce me with a car now?” he teases with a sing-song voice, leaning against the open door of the sleek convertible. But you notice the way his eyes glisten, the way he softly traces the leather interior. “You remembered the exact model I mentioned years ago… That’s so naughty of you~ I love it.” He’ll give you a kiss with a depth he usually hides behind flirtation. “You keep surprising me. Maybe you really are worth all of my attention.”

Kanato Sakamaki:

At first, he’s suspicious. “Why would I want that? Is it some kind of trick?” But when he realizes it’s the exact gothic custom hearse-style car he obsessed over, his lips tremble, and he clutches Teddy tightly. “You remembered something I said when everyone else ignored me…” He whispers, voice cracking slightly. He forces you into the passenger seat, insisting you never leave his side again. Later, he talks to Teddy about how you’re the only one who truly cares.

Ayato Sakamaki:

“WHOA! CHICHINASHI—THIS IS FOR ME?!” He practically screams when he sees the cherry-red sports car. He jumps in without hesitation, revving the engine with childlike glee. “Now everyone will know Ore-sama is the coolest!” He pulls you into the passenger seat, almost vibrating with excitement. Later that night, when the adrenaline fades, he gets weirdly shy and mumbles, “Tch… No one’s ever done somethin’ that awesome for me before... You're mine forever now, got it?”

Subaru Sakamaki:

“What the hell is this?” he growls when he sees the matte black muscle car with red accents—exactly the kind he dreamt of when he was younger. When you explain it’s for him, he goes dead silent. His fist clenches, trembling. “Y-You idiot... Do you have any idea how much this must’ve cost?!” he barks, but he won’t look you in the eye. Eventually, he leans his forehead against yours, muttering, “Thank you… I don’t deserve this, but… I’ll protect you with everything I’ve got.”

Mukami's

Ruki Mukami:

You pull the cover off the sleek, futuristic black car he’s been eyeing in secret, and Ruki just stops in his tracks. “Livestock… this is extravagant, even for you.” But you can tell he’s overwhelmed—his knuckles white around the keys you place in his hand. “You always seem to know exactly what I need before I even ask...” He smirks and leans in, pressing a kiss to your temple. “How shall I reward you for such loyalty, hm? Perhaps a private drive through the countryside...”

Kou Mukami:

“Aaaaaah~ Babe! Is that what I think it is?!” Kou squeals, sparkles practically flying from his eyes. You reveal the bubblegum-pink luxury coupe, glittering with his idol logo custom painted on the hood. He immediately starts recording a video for his fans, pulling you into the frame. “Look at what my darling got me~! Aren’t they the sweetest?!” But later, off-camera, he hugs you from behind and murmurs into your ear, “I don’t care about fans or fame as long as I have you.”

Yuma Mukami:

“NO. FREAKIN’. WAY!” Yuma yells when he sees the old-school, tricked-out muscle truck—perfect for his gardening lifestyle and street-racer past. He runs his hand down the side like it's a prized horse. “Damn, Sow… You really know how to get a man’s heart racin’.” He lifts you off the ground in a crushing hug, laughing into your neck. “I ain’t never had nobody do somethin’ this crazy for me. You’re stuck with me now, got it?”

Azusa Mukami:

Azusa just stares. Blinking. “…This is... mine?” The car is black with silver accents, low to the ground with a quiet, almost eerie engine—exactly like the ones he used to sketch in the corners of old notebooks. “No one… ever gave me a gift... this big.” He hugs you tightly, eyes wet. “It hurts… but in a good way. Thank you... You’re the only person who makes me feel like… I’m allowed to be happy.”

Tsukinami's

Carla Tsukinami:

He narrows his eyes at the regal, custom-crafted vintage car you present to him—sleek, timeless, and reeking of aristocracy. “You would bestow this upon a First Blood king?” he questions coldly, testing your motive. But when you gently explain how long you researched and prepared the gift, his expression softens infinitesimally. “Such dedication... It is wasted on most, but not on me.” He gives a faint smile. “Very well, my queen. Ride beside me.

Shin Tsukinami:

“Whoa, whoa, wait—is that MY name on the plate?” Shin practically sprints toward the black-and-gold sports SUV, practically vibrating with excitement. “Damn, babe, you spoiled me!” He tosses the keys in the air, catching them with a cocky grin. But when you see his tail wagging (literally), you know it means more than he’s letting on. “I’m gonna take you on the wildest drive of your life. Buckle up, ‘cause you’re never getting rid of me now.”

[republicsecurity]

Instructor AV4I5 – Field Lecture Excerpt

“Eyes front, cadets. You’ve all felt the collar from the inside—now let’s talk about what it really does once it lands on a live civilian, whether you’re plucking a pick‑pocket off a back‑alley or sweeping the front rank of a riot line.”

“Key lesson: the MK‑IV doesn’t coerce with pain; it re‑prioritises commands. Your will is still there—just downgraded to background noise.”

He steps back, chin lifting toward UK90F and SX12B. “Remember: every pulse you send writes a signature to the audit log. Abuse it, and the log writes you.”

To punctuate the point, he double‑taps Release. The collar flowers open; LG44E’s limbs sag as autonomy rushes back in. Breath shaky, eyes wide, he blinks—again a private owner of his own flesh, albeit acutely aware how provisional that ownership is.

What the Civilian Feels

0‑2 s: Cool pressure, audible click, mild buzz at the jaw hinge.

3‑10 s: Heavy‑limb sensation as dampening ramps; they’ll try to shout, volume throttles to conversational hush.

10 s +: Postural guidance kicks in—think puppet strings made of suggestion rather than pain. Most civilians comply long before electrical deterrence is necessary.

If Stun‑Hold fires: A flash‑bang in the spine—instant muscle tetany. They drop safe but stunned; no long‑term neuromuscular damage by spec.

“How the MK‑IV Steers Meat”

0. Autonomous Boot‑Up

The instant the silver clamp seats, the collar runs a 480‑millisecond POST:

Handshake with the nearest authorized Enforcer suit or console

Biometric sweep: skin‑temp, ECG, SpO₂, and EMG baseline

Default Mode → Blue‑Compliance Stand‑by

If the collar never hears from a console, it still enforces mute‑and‑immobilize on its own; sovereignty is local first, network second.

1. Sensor Capture (0 – 30 ms) “First tick, the collar drinks you,” Alvirez begins.

Micro‑lidar maps the trachea’s contour, seating error ≤ 2 mm.

Bio‑Vitals Array spikes a 200 Hz snapshot: ECG, SpO₂, EMG.

The IMU plots head angle and predicts momentum. “All that lands in the collar’s SRAM buffer before you finish blinking.”

2. Target Model (30 – 90 ms) “Telemetry pipes up‑link to your HUD or to Command. A control daemon—what the manuals call Shepherd—builds a live musculoskeletal model: bone lengths, joint slack, twitch latency. Every subject is a fresh CAD file.”

3. Write‑Back Loop (90 – 120 ms) “Now the collar edits,” he says, thumbing a red‑bordered icon.

Twin driver coils fire phase‑shifted currents through the pad grid.

Currents ride along brachial plexus pathways, hijacking alpha‑motor neurons. “It’s not pain; it’s precedence. Your own impulses queue behind ours.”

4. Motor Enactment (120 – 300 ms) “Command selects a macro: Step Forward, Hands Up, Kneel—each a bundle of timed pulses.”

Collar’s FPGA resolves the macro into 40 µs bursts.

Muscles contract in the ordained sequence; inertia does the rest. “If you’re wondering, yes, the override signal is encrypted. No, bare skin won’t trip it—needs the suit’s handshake.”

5. Homeostasis Layer (Continuous) “While the macro runs, a second thread tunes vitals. Watch.” Alvirez toggles Calm‑Subroutine. LG44E’s heart display glides from 112 bpm to 72. “Vagus mimicry. Drops catecholamines, cushions shock, keeps detainees upright instead of coding blue.”

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Chevrolet Camaro Indy Pace Car Edition, 1969. General Motors built 3 actual pace cars and and edition of 150 replicas based on both RS and SS spec models

[lollystocks]

Therapy for the Dead and Buried, Chapter 3

Chapter two here

Masterpost here

AO3

"Patient 17-X-(A)-2, session three. A lot of progress was made last week, and it seems that allowing the patient to lead the conversation is the key. Any abilities still unconfirmed, though I suspect he has some kind of emotion-altering capabilities. This must be handled with care, for obvious reasons.

“I have practiced self-hypnosis and meditation before today’s session, in the hope that I will be less affected. At present, the only emotion the patient can instill is fear, and he can’t seem to consciously… turn it off. I did notice, however, a slight reduction in intensity when he was distracted by talking about his interests. This is a good sign.

”I’m returning to a traditional cassette tape for this session. My digital recorder’s file was almost unintelligible, again. Must get that looked at…”

--

They talked about wormholes, to start.

They’d been on his mind, obviously. Relativistic physics in this world seemed to be a little behind his own, probably owing to his home dimension’s little… problem. But it was still all way too advanced for him to really get his mind around - tragically, advanced physics required a little more math knowledge than high school pre-calc.

But this world’s understanding seemed to be missing a whole ecto-shaped chunk out of its standard physical model, leaving them behind. It was interesting.

They didn’t talk about that, of course. Just the basics.

“I’m curious, James. Why space? Your interests cover a lot of different fields - astrophysics, aeronautical engineering, relativity, geology. But they all cover this general concept.”

“Not really sure. I just don’t think I ever outgrew ‘wanting to be an astronaut’. I kinda made it my personality as a kid - stars on the ceiling, Apollo 11 posters, rocket plushies, I had three different NASA t-shirts when I was like, thirteen, I wore them on rotation. Part of me wonders why more people aren’t into it - like, the earth is tiny. And on the timescale of the universe, it’s a spec. I don’t think I’m so much interested in space, as like… the whole universe. It feels arrogant to not want to have a sense of what’s out there. Or to put the earth on a pedestal, just ‘cause we’re here.”

Doctor Bright smiled, and her voice was light. “I must say James, you’ve certainly got me more interested. I agree that we can often be wilfully ignorant of the world around us.”

“Yeah. And just, the community’s great too. All the space agencies are just full of nerds doing amazing things, and space-Reddit is insane.” Some things didn’t change across dimensional boundaries. Even as a newbie in this universe, he’d quickly slotted into the online world. “I genuinely like these people.”

“Do you feel you have more of a community online than in real life, James?”

“Well yeah. I have no community in real life, it’s kinda my problem. But the people on discord and the forums don’t have the same issues with me, so I can actually be, you know, social.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Virtual communities can be a fantastic way to socialize across boundaries you may not be able to otherwise - geographic distance, for instance. And in your case, without the need for physical proximity.”

“Yeah! Like, I can feel normal, ‘cause no one who doesn’t know me in real life is gonna call me a ‘school shooter waiting to happen.’ Well, mostly.”

“Mostly?”

“Well, like. Sometimes people are still sensitive to it. Online. There was a whole thing where someone made a separate channel without me and wanted to know why everyone else was okay with such a creep around, but no one could understand what he meant. So like, I think my thing can still work across technology, just. Not as reliably. Thankfully.”

The doctor considered this. “I see. So again, this person couldn’t pinpoint any reason behind their fear, just a ‘vibe’, as you’ve said?”

“Yeah. Sucks. And that’s just with text threads - not like I can even jump on voice channels.”

“Why’s that?”

“Oh. Just, um. Can’t afford a mic. That’s all.”

It was a weak excuse, but there was no way he could explain the effect his voice had on digital audio. Once again, he’d slipped.

This whole thing was dangerous anyway - they had become far too comfortable talking about his fear aura like it was real.

"James, have you noticed any variation in the… intensity, of this phenomenon? That perhaps, your own mood may be having an affect on others? Have you ever tried experimenting?"

Danny winced at the word.

This was stupid. Admitting this all was stupid. It felt really good, to say it out loud, but Doctor Bright was so cold and calculating and it probably meant nothing but her perfectly pressed shirt was white and she was a doctor and-

"Look Doc, I know this thing is all in my head, you know it's all in my head, so just like, write me a prescription for an antipsychotic and we can move on."

She closed her notebook, and placed it on the coffee table. "I don't think it's all in your head, James."

Shit.

"Sorry?"

The doctor recrossed her ankles. Black shoes, navy slacks. Clear glasses. It was just a white shirt. Cream, even.

No white suit here.

"I don't believe you're psychotic, James. At least, I have no reason to believe so. On the surface this would read as a classic paranoid delusion, but it's hard to ignore the evidence."

"That everyone is scared of me? ‘Cause people have told you so? You can just chalk it up to my actions Doctor Bright, I won’t take it personally."

"But I can’t, James. You’ve been nothing but polite, articulate, and considerate in our sessions. A little nervous and distrusting, but that’s perfectly understandable. But this effect you’ve described - an instinctual feeling of unease in your presence. I can feel that myself, and I can't ascertain a logical reason for it."

Huh.

"You look perplexed, James. Has no one ever admitted that before?"

"I told you, no. It's um. Not nice, exactly. But refreshing."

"I'm curious, James. This phenomenon, that the people you interact with are overcome with a- a foreign emotion. One without a clear stimulus, other than your mere presence. I’ve asked you this before, but I really want you to think - has it always been discomfort and fear? Or has it ever been something else?"

"I'm not sure what you mean, Doctor Bright. That's my thing. Being unnerving." He waggled his fingers. "Fear me.”

"Of course. I just want to explore this further, get some more data points. You clearly have a keen interest in science, James, despite the academic setbacks. Help me understand this on a scientist’s level."

Danny's breath caught, just a little. He knew he was being paranoid. That he was safe here. That he couldn't be taken. He was fine, they couldn't find him here, he was sa-

"You a researcher, Doctor Bright? Obviously you are, you've got a PhD on the wall. Psychology. You work with human subjects much? Non-human subjects?"

"James, as happy as I am to talk about my personal work, this session is to-"

"No, no, this is important, Doctor Bright. Like, who even are you? You're a scientist, but you're a downtown shrink? You just take my whole thing in your stride? Do you ask about anything ‘strange and unusual’ with all your patients? Like I don't want to give off paranoid vibes here but I have good reason to think they are actually out to get me so why should I even trust you? What's your deal? Why are you interested in my whole deal? Who do you even work f-"

With a crack, the light bulb blew. Pieces of shattered glass fell to the coffee table.

A stunned silence followed.

With only the cold, cloudy daylight to illuminate the room, the doctor was backlit against the window, her face in shadow, save for the barest, caustic green glow. Danny could see her fingers pressed against her mouth, as she stared at the ceiling.

Fuck, his ‘angry eyes’. He squeezed them shut.

Danny needed to bolt, he needed to go now, he could go back to school, but his new name was on the file here, he'd need to make new documents, he’d need to-  he'd need to-

There was a squeak of vinyl,, and he heard the doctor rise to her feet, cross the room, and retrieve a gun something from a drawer in her desk. The soft sound of her heels on the carpet then made their way towards the office door. Danny opened his eyes.

"Wait-!"

She flipped the light switch to ‘off’. "Sorry, basic electrical safety, James. This won't take a second."

She walked towards Danny, towards the table, gently picked up the pieces of broken glass, and placed them in the empty box of the new bulb. After a thorough inspection of the surface, she kicked off her heels and stepped lightly onto the coffee table. He saw now that she held a fresh lightbulb in her hand, the base of which she popped between her teeth as she reached up to unscrew the shattered one from within the lampshade. She dropped that into the small box and swiftly fitted the new one.

She hopped down, returned to the light switch, and flicked it on. The new light buzzed to life, and the doctor stepped back into her heels and took a seat, like nothing had happened.

The whole thing couldn’t have been more than thirty seconds, but in Danny’s panic, it had stretched on and on.

She smiled, a little awkwardly. "You'd be surprised how many lightbulbs I get through in this room, James. No need to be..." She seemed to change the word in her mouth. "Anxious."

Danny set his jaw. "Right. Bad electrics.”

“Perhaps. Not always though. Tensions in this room can… run high, as you might imagine.”

Danny could scarcely believe what she was implying. “Tensions running high with your… strange and unusual patients?”

"Yes, James. I assure you, that was nothing I haven't seen before. You may also notice my full suite of fire extinguishers."

"For your faulty electrics?"

"James, correct me if I'm wrong, but - that was you, correct? Blowing the lightbulb in a moment of stress?"

Danny sat back, rubbing the back of his neck. "No. It wasn't."

"Of course."

"Say if it were-"

"Okay."

"What would happen? I mean, what's happened to other people who've blown your lightbulbs? You should know I can disappear. You'd never find me."

"I don't doubt that, James. You seem a very capable young man." The doctor went to pick up her notebook, but thought better of it, and sat back. "Are you asking specifically about clients who have blown my lights, or about all my clients with atypical abilities?"

And wasn’t that an interesting phrase. Danny studied her, eyes lidded. "How many people are we talking?"

"Telling you would breach my doctor-patient confidentiality I'm afraid, and be a breach of all my clients’ trust. However, I can tell you I have been working with 'strange and unusual' people since college, many of them in this room. I'm something of a specialist in providing therapy to people with atypical abilities."

"Is that the official term for it?"

"Well, there isn't really an official term, as Atypicals don't officially exist. But yes, that is the frequently used term."

This was. This was a whole lot. This was totally different to what he’d been frantically building in his head. “But they’re all- they’re all what? Allowed to roam free? Just- be out there in the world, with ‘abilities’?”

“Of course. They have the same rights as anyone else.”

"And you think I'm an… ‘atypical?’"

"Yes James, I do."

“Because your light bulb blew.”

“Yes. Amongst other things.”

“And if I were?”

“Then, James, I hope you’d find some value in the knowing. Knowing, for instance, that you aren’t broken or ill, or even creepy. Merely that you have an atypical physiology that presents an usual symptom, or set of symptoms - namely, blowing light bulbs. And something else that I’m still trying to form a hypothesis over.”

“The scary thing?”

“The scary thing, yes. If you’d be happy to, I’d like to continue to work together, so that we can identify what control you have over your abilities, and start to make them work for you, not against you. How does that sound?”

It sounded… like a lot to think about.

The doctor was wrong, obviously. He wasn’t an atypical, (was that a capitalized ‘A’?) whatever those were.

Danny had never heard of anything remotely similar outside of fiction, in his own dimension; and he was pretty sure that if otherwise-normal people were going around with superpowers , which was what Doctor Bright made this whole thing like, then he’d know about it. His parents would be all over it, as would Vlad, the GIW - hell, half the ghosts he fought.

But they weren’t commonly known about here, either, that was for sure.

It would be a convenient answer. He could explain away the most obvious of his (stupid, fucking, glitching-out) powers in a way that blended in nicely with this dimension.

It wasn’t without risk, though. Throwing his lot in too heavily could spell disaster if he were found out - were ‘Atypicals’ identifiable through their blood, or DNA? Would his weird vital signs cast suspicion? What about all his extra powers? What could your typical Atypical even do?

And all this was assuming that he could trust Doctor Bright - that she did work with these Atypicals, with no ulterior motive other than a modest paycheck, and wasn’t a mole for a-whole-nother shadowy governmental organization who wanted to catch people like him and stab them with thousands tiny needles while keeping him barely sedated and strapped down to a-

But. The GIW didn’t exist here. He’d checked. It was why he’d stayed.

He looked back to the doctor, who was eyeing him patiently.

“It sounds like somewhere to start, Doctor Bright.”

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You’ve reached the voicemail of Doctor Joan Bright. If this is to schedule an appointment, please press one to speak to Sarah. Otherwise, please leave your name, number, and a brief message after the tone. 

Message received on, Saturday, at, 10:52 AM.

“Hi Doctor Bright, it’s Caleb. Caleb Michaels. Well. I’m not sure how many other Calebs you treat but… but anyway yeah. So. Basically there’s this guy at school, and I think he may be an Atypical? So um, how does this work, do you take referrals? Like I’m sure there are loads of Atypicals who don't need therapy but no offense to this guy but he definitely does. 

“Like I’d love to try and strike up a conversation and I wanna know if he knows he’s an Atypical but I don’t really know how to do that and also I. Um. I kinda really hate being around him. He makes my ability go fu- kinda haywire and I feel like I’m gonna punch him. I won’t, I won’t, you don’t have to worry about that, but uh. Well. I don’t think I can talk to him. ‘Cause he’s either an Empath and we’re getting in a crazy Empathy-feedback-loop or it’s something else, like with Mark. And I can’t get his number, either.

“Adam’s tried talking to him instead but he always kinda bolts. Plus he still makes Adam all freaked out then that affects me really bad for the whole day and just…

“So um, yeah. His name’s James Jackson. I think he needs your help."

...

“Okay. Bye.”

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To: Caleb Michaels

Subject: Referred Patient

Good afternoon Caleb.

Unfortunately, I can’t reveal any information that would break my doctor-patient confidentiality.

I can assure you though, that while you show wonderful initiative and care for this fellow student, your concerns are already being met.

We can talk at your next session.

Best wishes,

Dr. Joan Bright, PsyD, ABPP

Licensed Therapist

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Chapter 4