#a-miscellaneous-number-of-rats

[whumpitisthen]

HOLY SHIT okay so, weird start to this ask (???) so bare with me here. basically, i was hospitalized and without my phone since the beginning of this year due to health reasons. (im chill now :3) but literally when i got my phone back the FIRST thing i did was check your blog to see if u had updated auden's story! (i couldnt find u for a bit tho bc u changed yr profile pic lmao). its genuinely my favorite, uh, writing thing? story? idk man but its my favorite on this whole app and possibly Ever. i even put off my 4000 text notifs for it. you deserve WAY more recognition bc this shit is fricken insane. just wanted u to know im absolutely obsessed with yr writing and when i found out i was coming home i was like "hell yeagh i bet whumpitisthen posted some new shit"

Oh my god????

You got out of a months long hospitalisation and your first thought after coming home was how are my silly little characters??????????? You were that excited????????? You are literally incredible my heart has exploded and is all over the ceiling i hope you enjoy the new chapters ive posted since you were gone (not that many bc you know me i post one like every 4 months bc i keep making them way too long) and IN FACT! I may be about to post another either today or tomorrow!!

This is by far the sweetest most incredible ask ive ever gotten i hope youre doing well i hope your health remains perfect and you only get good things forever you are in my large impenetrable palms and j keep you safe in there i love you <33333

[arthur-lesters-spinal-cord]

Random assorted doodles

[britishsquidward]

I’m currently making an oc to ship with Riddler (I’m planning on making them a director/film historian) and I have to ask, how do you think 66!Riddler would be as a romantic partner? I need some headcanon stuff that I can use for inspiration

I'll split this into two sections, one for analysing relationships he has in the series for ideas, and one of miscellaneous headcanons for things he may do.

This will be specifically for Gorshin!Riddler, as I'm assuming this is the personality you're wanting for the ship instead of Astin - but also if you want to send any extra info through about the OC for more specifics, then I can try get some extra parts for that, too.

Everything you need under the cut! (Long post).

Relationship Analysis

It depends on the personality of the character he's with, as it can differ due to this and give somewhat different dynamics!

This being said, in general I'd say he'd be rather a good one - provided he actually likes the person LOL, which I am assuming is the case here (for examples on how he acts around someone who he's not as attracted to but still being flirty toward, see Mousey ("A Riddle a Day Keeps the Riddler Away/When the Rat's Away, the Mice Will Play", S1E11/12) or Moth ("The Ring of Wax/Give 'Em the Axe", S1E23/24). Here he shows some kind of interest but not a full emotional connection (usually due to the fact they annoy him or mess with the plan in some capacity).

When he properly likes somebody, this is usually due to them being like-minded in terms of schemes and/or interests (so films in your OC's case), or just because he finds them super physically attractive right off the bat (sometimes this option usually lacks the emotional depth though, so can be a little harder to work on. See his dynamic with Siren in "Ring Around the Riddler", S3E2).

Actually talking about liking people now, lol. So generally, he fits under one of three main dynamics (but can go in-between, this is just for ease of explaining), which I'll try to talk through using characters and ships I personally like with 66 Riddler.

We'll start with Riddlemolly ("Hey Diddle Riddle/A Smack in the Middle", S1E1/2). Molly is a very strong personality; sure of herself, not afraid to be on the wrong side of the law... a bit of a girlboss, essentially. I'd say for canonical ships in this show, this is the one he seems to feel most strongly for but this is in part due to the tension of them not actually dating (probably best not to when a mob boss has his eye on her too-), but he shows this through compliments and flirtatious actions.

A few that come to mind: "yes, my pretty", "fantastic, pretty lady", and the whole scene were he sort of teasingly goes to kiss her and then doesn't. He also shows concern for her when she doesn't return in the latter episode, pacing and all. If they actually dated, he'd be very complimenting and praising toward her because he knows how strong of a person she is and thinks that deserves to be appreciated, and sees her as an equal enough to take on board things she says, and even carry her suggestions, which could even, in a more domestic sense, mean going out of his way to do things for her (making her gifts - particularly clothes!! he can sew - cooking dinner, etc.); when Riddler gets fixated on a project he cares about, he won't let up and he'll complete it to its fullest. His actions are his love language, and the words accompany that.

For an extra example of how Riddlemolly and this sort of dynamic looks, I have a fanfiction about it here.

Number two! Riddleline (Pauline - see "Death in Slow Motion/The Riddler's False Notion", S1E31/32). This may prove most useful to you as an example because it's directly related to film. Pauline is also fairly strong in personality but she carries her insecurities and is quite shy at times. Not as sure of herself as Molly, but I think that comes from inexperience of being in the whole crime game. Riddler is very supportive of her here. They share the interest of silent films and acting, and that is something that stands out to him. He compliments her too, but not as flirtatiously as Molly, it's in a more casual sense. Even when he's not outrightly saying something was good, it's implied by his tone and body language (e.g/ smiling excitedly when she's about to act, with a "do your stuff!" because he knows it's going to be great and he can't wait to see the result - seeing as he was a director himself in that epsiode, a role in which he feels most comfortable in, but can act himself too, as seen in the same episode).

He shows her physical attention too, but in a more subtle way because again she is rather shy, and he's doing his best to show his appreciation for her in that less-forward way, even when it's slipping in quick moments before he moves onto the next part of his scheme (like when he blows a kiss to her in the bakery scene - he didn't have to do that, but he chose to; he's actually surprisingly considerate lol). There's also when all the goons go in the back of the van, and Pauline makes move to join them but Riddler stops her, playfully squeezes her face, and tells her she can sit in the front with him. I think this is the best example of how Riddler would look in a properly developed relationship.

Thirdly, and people must've known it was coming, Riddlebat. One of my favourite dynamics of his. So Batman's obviously extremely morally correct and sensible and that's such a contrast to Riddler (even though he knows what's right), except he doesn't so mind as much being corrected in this situation because Batman is intelligent, and that's what he would find most attractive about him. Don't think I have to explain the tension between them sometimes lol, (S1E24... also check out Legends of the Superheroes 1979). Riddler feels Batman can't do anything too bad to him, and that's where the teasing comes in. Batman would be more closed-off and awkward and Riddler would play into that, trying to be as close as possible and say as many things to fluster him as he could, not to mention he'd be very handsy, it not really mattering if Batman says he's got work to do because they both know he likes it deep down. It is not explicit Riddlebat, but I have a fanfiction about their platonic dynamic, and at one point Riddler does tease him in a romantically-tinged fashion. Also have, lightly discussed: how much he believes in Batman being able to fix anything, and another of them just interacting.

I could go into more detail with them, or any of these, but this post is not about them, so I'll do it another time if anyone asks, lol

Relationship Action Headcanons

Gifts, he's a gift-maker/giver through and through, and whatever it is, it's going to be crafted to perfection. Can range from anything from a sweet little drawing, to a new clothing item that he sewed himself. Probably things themed around their favourite silent films, in your OC's case.

Dinner dates - they're one of his favourite kinds, but not out at a restaraunt because he is not paying all of that LOL. At either one of their places, because he gets to make food the way he likes it, and it may not be as perfect as he wants to believe it is but it still goes as his excuse to show off that he can do something, which would, to him, seem impressive given that he spends most of his time in prison, abandoned buildings, or the waterworks. Also may put music on in the background, probably record sountracks from his favourite films.

Flowers, he has a very basic understanding of flower meanings and only knows a few but he explains it in such a way that you'd think he were an expert. Usually these are only bought on special events, but if he just so happens to see a flower he knows this partner will like, he's not above just nabbing it right there and then to give to them on a whim.

Poems! As seen in S1E23 (recites a passage that he "wrote (it) himself"), and Legends of the Superheroes 1979 (bargaining with Batman, he claims "I'll immortalise you, I'll write a poem for you!"), he writes! So I think this would be something he'd like doing - but, hide it as he likes, he gets nervous. He knows he's skilled, but he does get a bit of performance anxiety (the same way he gets phone anxiety), when he's not super hyped up. Leading to one of two options: a) he writes it down and leaves for his partner to find, or b) he pretends to be preoccupied and mutters the poem to himself, just loud enough for them to hear in order to appear casual, whilst still get his point across.

Building onto the former point, he may also write scripts for them to run ideas past them as his way of getting more involved. May overdo it without realising and come off as a bit clingy.

Verbal affection - Riddler's strength is in his mind and his words, so he's going to make sure to use things like this a lot, from outright compliments to general reassurance. Also: riddles where they answer ends up being some kind of compliment or flirt.

Physical affection - again, this majorly depends on the dynamic with the other person, as it can range from brief touches (something akin to how he does for Betsy in S3E2), to prolonged holding (more likely if the other is a stronger personality, like Batman).

Can be difficult at times, because he gets so focused on his work that he can forget to help himself, let alone think to remember he needs to interact with someone else. Gets frustrated when things don't go according to plan or things get changed without him being told first. See how this sort of thing may look in autistic individuals.

May clash as times because he does like being in control of things a lot, and with a director, he'd be trying to get all up in their projects with his own imput, not quite understanding its not his project.

With the film historian part, as Riddler himself has his own special interest in film, he'll like this a lot, now that there's someone who knows as much about it as he does, and they can share new information between each other, but he may get a little upset if they tend to know more about a particular subject he likes than he does. Nothing against them, it just feels like his thing.

Will be very flamboyantly flirty, leaning across desks, and the like. Constantly trying to act things out and help with scripts, trying to be involved in nearly everything, as he considers himself a good actor - and he is! Especially with impressions (see Frank Gorshin's standup work, I can recommend some if you need them).

Film references - may plan dates or complimetns/riddles around certain films either of them like and acting out scenarios either for the romantic undertone or just to cheer them up after something that upset them. Sometimes maybe just for fun, but might get upset if he goes to a lot of effort, only for the partner to not be able to enjoy/spend as much time doing it/attend due to being busy with work.

Hope these helped! As I said before, if there's any specifics I can help with, let me know!

[lixxen]

Since @the-chapmania and @eeternalferret told me I should do this, here is Fall Out Boy (and others!!) songs but I've assigned them to Always Sunny characters/ships because I'm absolutely insane and Fall Out Boy is one of my special interests (plus a ton of other songs that fit them at the end!!)

The first few will be above the cut then the rest are UTC

Disclaimer: most of these are just I think the characters fit the dynamics or I have specific situations and dynamics for the songs. I'll specify some of them. These are all opinions and you're allowed to disagree. A few will repeat!

Charlie

I Don't Care

Novocaine

What A Time To Be Alive

Saturday

Sunshine Riptide (I'm laughing over this one. You'll get it when you see it)

Mac

Sugar, We're Going Down

The Kintsugi Kid (Ten Years)

Young and Menace

Thnks fr th Mmrs

Dennis

This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race

The Kintsugi Kid (Ten Years)

Pavlove

Bishops Knife Trick

Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea

Dee

So Much (For) Stardust

Fake Out

The Lawyer

You're Crashing, But You're No Wave

CharMac

Alone Together

Fourth of July

Disloyal Order of Water Buffalo

The (Shipped) Gold Standard

The Kids Aren't Alright

Bang The Doldrums

Favorite Record

What A Catch, Donnie

Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown on A Bad Bet (Dennis is the husband!!!)

It's Not A Side Effect of The Cocaine, I Am Thinking It Must Be Love

CharDen

Dead on Arrival (early friendship)

America's Suithearts (could be just Charlie, but has the vibes for both)

Disloyal Order of Water Buffalo

My Heart Is The Worst Kind Of Weapon

The Phoenix

I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy and All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me (early friendship)

Hold Me Like A Grudge

A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me (Charlie's POV if this makes sense)

CharMacDen

American Beauty/American Psycho

Twin Skeletons (Hotel in NYC)

Thnks fr th Mmrs

Bang the Doldrums

Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy

Grenade Jumper

MacDen

Wilson (Expensive Mistakes) [Dennis POV]

Immortals

Love From The Other Side

Last of The Real Ones

Dance, Dance

Where Did The Party Go

Miss Missing You

Irresistible

HOLD ME TIGHT OR DONT

Heaven's Gate (Mac POV)

CharDee

She's My Winona

Disloyal Order of Water Buffalo

Rat A Tat

Jet Pack Blues

I'm Like A Lawyer In The Way I'm Always Trying to Get You Off

DeeStress

Just One Yesterday

Last of The Real Ones

Pretty in Punk

CharStress

Chicago Is So Two Years Ago

Last of The Real Ones

The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes

Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things to Do Today

Honorable Mention

Growing Up

Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy

Dennis & Dee (Platonic)

I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy and All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me (cover ourself in cheap perfume and can't cover it up is them fr)

Non-FOB songs:

Panic! At The Disco:

The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage (MacDen)

Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks (Dennis and Frank)

There's a good reason these tables are numbered honey, you just haven't figured it out yet (Dennis and Dee)

Nearly Witches (ever since we met) [CharDen or CharMac, pick your poison]

This is gospel (Mac)

Girls/Girls/Boys (Mac/Carmen)

Let's kill tonight (CharDen)

Casual Affair (charmacden)

Crazy = Genius (CharDen)

Folkin around (CharMac)

She had the world (past CharMac current MacDen from Charlie's POV. Charlie is Brenden and Mac is Ryan)

Ready to go (get me out of my mind) [DeeStress or charden]

Bittersweet (CharMac)

Turn off the lights (CharDen)

But Better if you do (MacDen)

Camisado (Charlie)

Spiritbox

Hurt You (MacDen)

Too close/too late (Charlie)

Jaded (Mac)

Lilyisthatyou

RELAX AFTER WORK WITH A DRINK (Charlie)

GRINDING MY TEETH (Charlie)

DANCE (Charlie)

SIREN (Charlie)

Competition (CharMacDen)

INTIMACY ISSUES (Charlie)

The Happy Fits

She Wants Me (To Be Loved) [CharMac]

So Alright, Cool, Whatever (MacDen)

Mary (Charlie)

Dirty Imbecile (CharMacDen)

Moving (Charlie and his mom)

Miscellaneous

Impressively Average by Brigitte Calls Me Baby (MacDen. LITERALLY THEIR SONG!!!)

Codependency by Orla Garland (Charden)

If you ever leave, I'm coming with you by The Wombats (CharMac)

Here comes your man by The Pixies (Charlie)

Alley Rose by Conan Gray (pre-canon CharMac)

[thessalian]

Thess vs The Trials of Adulthood

I did my due diligence adulting today. It was not fun, but I did it.

Not just talking about work, though that was a nightmare, since I'm still being left the Annoyances - the new ones, the word salad ones, the ones who dictate the long and complicated shit. We've got more trainees than ever, and I'm the only one putting on a bit of speed to compensate. It's a fucking mess. Also, I might have mentioned at one point that we're having a bit of an issue with some of our reports not finding their way onto the systems they're supposed to, which results in me getting bombarded by requests to send large numbers of reports over to various people who should just be able to log in and get the reports themselves but can't because of said IT issues. I first got wind of that months ago, and we still keep getting them because IT have apparently still not sorted this shit out. All these requests are forwarded to me to deal with - apparently that is just my job now, and I'm not sure why because I'm also the fastest typist and that's fiddly shit a monkey could do. Then again, it's also the kind of thing that Temp and Goblin at least would bitch about having to do, and I don't imagine New Girl is much better. Basically I get all the stuff that would cause the others to complain, since Scruffman is so conflict-adverse and the others seem to be of the opinion that certain work is beneath them or something, I don't know. Anyway, the absolute worst part of that massive list was that two of the reports weren't complete. Our side - the macroscopic reports - had been typed no problem. But the consultants who are supposed to look through a microscope and do the proper diagnosis somehow missed those two. One of them was an urgent case, and both of them were from two weeks ago. So yeah, still suffering the end result of being the only person in the entire fucking office willing to actually do my fucking job - Scruffman's a manager who won't manage, the other girls will whinge and moan about any secretarial duties that they can't blitz through and look like they've done a lot, the consultants managed to miss two cases, and IT can't even be bothered to fix a major issue with a key part of our role.

(Oh, and that annual review that was supposed to happen last week has not been mentioned, probably because we're insanely busy due to unexpected absences, too many trainees, and miscellaneous crap. But I did have to acknowledge that I had access to fifty-seven documents on our training system, most of which mean zilch to me because they're not a part of my job or they require being in the office to matter worth a shit. That was fun.)

Anyway, then there was the bins. Our local borough council apparently had a brilliant idea. Every household has a separate little bin for food waste, which we all have to dump in a smallish communal wheelie-bin outside. There are issues with this. The main one is the local wildlife - the management company that runs my block of flats has been telling us time and time again that we have to be careful not to overfill the dumpsters because it lets in vermin (more foxes than rats, though we do have rat traps around the outside of the property). Now we have these little-by-comparison plastic wheelie-bins that are routinely knocked over by middling-strong winds, and could easily be knocked over by a determined urban fox. To add to that, plastic bags aren't allowed (they're obviously going to dump this stuff directly into compost), so it's very obvious from the smell that there's food waste in there after awhile. Of course, when I went to dump my little food waste bin into the wheelie-bin, I saw two small plastic bags full of stuff in there, so there's the other problem - people aren't going to follow the guidelines anyway. But the worst part for me is the whole thing where I am disabled and this makes taking out the garbage even harder. That's three separate loads of stuff - the reusable bag of recycling, the food waste bin, and the rubbish that doesn't fall into either category. Given that one hand is engaged with a cane, that's up to three trips on a bad day. Plus the little food waste bin has to be emptied more often, that's more trips - and while I can take the lift down to the ground floor to avoid one set of stairs, I have to go up a fairly steep upgrade just to get to the shed where the dumpsters live. (And no, no one's smart enough to put the food waste wheelie-bin into the dumpster shed to maybe keep more foxes out.) Add to that the fact that every kitchen in this block of flats is tiny as hell and even squeezing in a garbage can at all is a struggle, this is one more bit of bullshit I don't need. I'm about yay close to figuring out if I can just start my own compost bin outside. At least there'd be fewer fucking stairs.

But I did it! I took out the recycling, and the food waste, and the regular garbage, and I rinsed out the (by now really gross) food waste bin, and I put new bags in the bins in the kitchen and bathroom, and I survived my work day just in general, and now I am fucking exhausted and fed up with just about everything. But that's the price we pay for being motherfucking adults living alone.

The bright side is that, as motherfucking adults living alone, we can go from being a motherfucking adult directly to "curled up in jammies eating crisps and playing video games". Food groups will happen, as will meds etc (another fun side effect of being a motherfucking adult is remembering to do that shit without being nagged) but I require more in the way of comfort and relaxation before I do more adulting.

[tumblingghosts]

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current obsessions: umbrella academy & thunderbolts

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edit (10/21/24): tua brainrot has escalated. there is now a sideblog for more thoughts.

edit (5/7/25): thunderbolts!! i've found a new disaster found family to hyperfixate over :D

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-> thunderbolts!! (john walker & bucky barnes)

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45 duo ily: klaus and five

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even numbers squad: diego, klaus, ben

brellies hug: the sibs hugging <3

five loves his family | five gets a hug | five needs a nap

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i'm always happy to yap about time travel!

[caeca-iustitia]

Okay so...

New idea...

I've been thinking about how I want to adapt Vee (very specifically Vee, not Vincent, they are two separate people by this point) so that they can fit into other fandoms without me needing to create complex origins for them in each; drastically cutting down the number of miscellaneous AUs I have floating around.

For now, the working title of this concept is 'The Spaghetti AU'...

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The idea is:

Vee is still from FFVII but was straight up yeeted from their universe by Gaia 'cause she hates them fr.

They are aware of their kids, past and all their relationships from FFVII but can't return to their own universe so they randomly attach themselves to universes to find a way home/a new start.

Their stance in that universe is strictly neutral unless otherwise influenced by other characters meaning they have no desire for conflict nor do they give a rat's ass about anyone.

Vee finds work as a healer or a mercenary. Allowing them to remain independent and isolated from people as much as possible.

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I need to get to work on variations of this for various things I'm not well acquainted with; such as FFXVI and the like. I want to interact with more people but lack information about ocs from those fandoms.

I hardly want to overburden people with stuff when the universes aren't compatible with the muse that is the most active on my blog.

Just... Don't expect anything brilliant and please be patient... Sometimes I struggle with new fandoms and will make mistakes. I am trying my best.

[fictionalreads]

Fire Country Season 1 Episode 6

Bode

Bode I hate to say this cause Jake is so ew and he did kind of take your life but with paternal love offered as well, but it’s not his fault your dad welcomed him with open arms.

Bode he knows she’s sick.

Bode. Let it go. Just keep your head down.

Isolating yourself isn’t the answer.

Jake

He left because his dad told him to.

LMAO Sounds like you’re worried Jake. To be honest? You probably should be too.

Eve, you bragging hard 😂

Jake. Not everything is about you. He was literally just trying to make sure you knew he wasn’t doing anything behind your back. He wanted to be upfront with you.

Why you gotta be an ass?

I really don’t like him.

He didn’t bail. Get your head outta your ass, he’s just asking what the plan is.

Manny

She’s an adult, they are her choices. You don’t have to like them, just respect them.

Manny how could you? You’re meant to be the decent father on this show. Being unsupportive is Vince’s job.

Awe father daughter bonding on the job.

Sharon and Vince

Blood pressure’s a little high.

Everyone in your situation is allowed to not tolerate a change as big as this initially.

Your numbers were worse because you were moving during the testing.

Still can’t stand Luke. The sight of him angers me.

Yep. Anger isn’t misplaced. Luke needs his ass whooped.

It was misplaced wasn’t it? Vince ratted her out.

I knew it. Maybe Luke’s okay.

Eve

Fuck her arm!

That’s gotta be hard. Working with only one arm.

OH THATS HER BONE HOW GROSS

They clearly care Eve.

Eve, how does one make peace with Jake? He’s an ass.

Miscellaneous

What I don’t like is the way they’re acting as if she can’t live a full life on dialysis. I know people on dialysis. Yes it’s not ideal and it really sucks sometimes, but they still live their lives. And I get that some cases don’t improve with dialysis and it doesn’t work. I’m not trying to belittle its seriousness, but she can still live a life.

Eve has balls. Big ones cause I would never leave a flying machine like that.

BADASS GABBY

Are these phone calls gonna be a THING? Oh he’s ending things. Damn she’s gonna miss him like hell.

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[empty-masks]

Geissler’s Journal, Day 3

Geissler’s Internship Log, Day 3 “The Body Type Catalogue”

Dr. Toth arrived looking exhausted and unmotivated today. When I attempted to pry, he simply waved me away with a hand, explaining that it was none of my business, and that our relationship is both business mandated and exclusive. By those terms, I suppose that he would like to have nothing to do with me outside of the workplace. To be entirely frank with you, dear reader, I am somewhat disappointed. I get the impression that Dr. Toth would be nice to grab coffee with, if he were not so adverse to the prospect of interacting socially with “The Intern”, as it were.

Well, that nugget of observation is neither here nor there, as today was quite busy. Dr. Toth gave me free reign (while he nursed a monstrous headache, as indicated by his frequent ingestion of what I identified as over the counter painkillers) to work with the Catalogue as I see fit, so long as I didn’t make any permanent edits in the process.

To give everything a brief overview;

The WCSC Body Type Catalogue is a database with a search engine component, containing all the data that the Committee might need to reference, in case of an upcoming experiment, a recent discovery, or a local incident.

When browsing, it first gives you the option to choose between the ten Umbrellas. Then, when you’ve chosen which one you wish to search under, it gives you another set of choices— you may either search directly for the Body Type you seek by punching either its colloquial name, or its serial number into the engine. Or, you may scroll through a list of Body Types that appears adjacent to the search engine itself, choose the one you’d like to view, then move from there.

Regardless of what you choose, when you open a Body Type’s entry, there is very little data to be found on the initial page itself. I’ve noted that almost every Body Type entry contains its serial number, a handful of photos noting the Body Type’s individual anatomical aspects, a bar of statistics ranging from average height to estimated population percentage, and a small written summary describing the history of the information contained within the entry.

Below all of these details, there is a veritable rat’s nest of cascading folders. They are broadly categorized at first, with folders titled things like “Health & Performance”, “Miscellaneous Studies”, and “Old Census Data”. From there, they get increasingly specific until you’ve reached the bottom of what felt like a pit of articles, images, data sheets, and other such important information.

Now, at every step of this process, there is a button in the upper right-hand corner of the screen that reads “EDIT” in large, bold letters. Unless it has been pressed, the button next to it titled “SAVE”, and the buttons next to that titled “UNDO” and “REDO”, all in similarly styled lettering, cannot be pressed themselves. Once the EDIT button has been pressed however, every facet of the Body Type’s entry opens up, and a new tab will open on the layer above the entry.

That new tab is what I have lovingly come to call the “Loading Bay,” as it allows you access to an entirely separate search engine and database containing all of the various kinds of data that has yet to be entered into the system. Some of it may be well-known and publicly widespread, some of it may be one step from being classified information. And, as Dr. Toth explained to me, it is what I will be spending a majority of my time sifting through in my endeavor to update the articles I am assigned to.

With that in mind, I did not make any edits today, under the request of Dr. Toth, who I assume had directions from Dr. Plummus himself.

While I was experimenting, I decided on a whim to look into the Anthropomorphic Umbrella, and click the first entry I came across. As fate would have it, I opened up the Eagle-Owl Body Type, one that I was entirely unfamiliar with until today. I shall now recount to you the information that I was enlightened to before I was reminded that it was closing time at the Committee building.

The Eagle-Owl Body Type, Serial HA[Eo], is a particularly large member of the Anthropomorphic Umbrella, especially as bird-related Body Types seem to come. They appear between the heights 6” and 6’8”, are always covered in dense, naturally camouflaged feathers, have natural weapons in their taloned toes, and are easily identifiable by their “eyebrow” feathers that poke up from their heads.

Like all other bird-related Anthropomorphic Body Types, they are unable to fly. But, due to a combination of the makeup of their feathers and their lightweight bones, they are able to drop from height without making much sound at all, and without injury to themselves. A test was run between subjects of Eagle-Owl Body Type, Osprey Body Type, and Basic Human Body Type where they were to see how far they could drop from, onto their feet, comfortably and safely. The two Anthro Body Types were neck and neck until the Eagle-Owl managed a drop from twenty feet high without so much as a sound, or any report of pain. Further experiments showed that this aspect of the Eagle-Owl Body Type is shared by other owl-like Anthropomorphic Body Types, but to varying degrees depending on the general weight and height of the subject. Lighter, smaller Body Types were able to drop further on average than the largest ones.

In the “Magical Events & Data” folder, I found that there had been a report from the Eternal Autumn about an individual whose bones had turned to sunstone. The report itself withheld data on the origins of this affliction, as well as how they came to the conclusion that this affliction was ongoing for this individual (as well as the name of the individual? I have noticed that there is quite a lot of black tape surrounding the contents of this particular folder, no matter the Body Type I explore. I wonder what it would take to get the proper clearance).

As a side note before I end this entry into my journal, I ran into Dr. Washing on the bus again. She made sure that I was not intending on having any more mints, and we had a pleasant, brief conversation about work. I cannot help but wonder what she would be like outside the workplace, as well. Perhaps one day I will gather her and Dr. Toth, and invite them out to get curry.

Thank you for reading,

Dr. P.W. Geissler

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[veterveter]

Masterpost

My Berlermo fics:

another x on the calendar (missed connections, AU probably)

I'll grab my bat and go with you (they steal a bat, there's bickering and nice bat facts)

blink back to let me know (pining & sleeptalking, that's all folks)

rat king (post-apocalypse AU, all the angst)

stay a while (Andrés-centric pining & angst to the tune of Eternal Sunshine of A Spotless Mind) + Pudu's memes

there's a good reason these tables are numbered 'verse (canon-divergent? fluff in which Martín helps Andrés plan a proposal dinner for his wife)

ruining this banquet

spike the punch

wrecking this evening already

no one received an invite (nighttime Martín-centric AU pining)

a thousand cities waiting to be burned 'verse (Angels & Demons AU)

Unprecedented scale

they never deserved you

but if the world were ending (canon-ish character study in which Martín sees the signs of Andrés's illness)

maailmankaikkeus (prompts and other little things nicely collected on ao3)

If I've ever talked about a specific fic, I've tagged it under the fic title.

Other writing-related stuff:

prompt fills || WIPs || ficlets || nice asks about my fics || stuff adjacent to my fics || sharing my favourite lines || asks about writing || fic recs || chicken memes

Infinitely cool things my infinitely cool friends have done:

ramadan telenovela content || Pudu's memes || Corinna's fics || Roci's art & Roci's fics || Marie's gifs || Manu's things || Mikhail Sparkle Berrote

Miscellanous:

asks || personal || fave || eurovision

[sparky-kasane]

Headcanon: The Ryans are NOT allowed to have sugar highs. They last for hours and are certain chaos.

"AW YEAH! THIS MIGHT BE OUR BEST CANDY HAUL YET!" Clover Ryan ran into the living room with her siblings following behind.

"Don't get excited yet, Clover. Aran and Sharonne still gotta check our candy." Rosie was wiping off her face paint while dragging her candy bad behind her. The twins had just come home from Trick-or-Treating, but this was a special year; For the past 10 years, Aran and Sharonne had been passing down their Halloween knowledge to their little sisters, and this is the first year that they've applied everything they've been taught.

"We taught them damn well Aran." Sharonne tapped her brother on the shoulder and motioned towards the twins now removing their accessories and dumping candy on the floor, already putting allergen candies in their own pile.

"So Rosie, how many full sized bars did'ya get?" Sharonne asked while sorting out her own candy.

"None. Mostly vampire tooth candy." Rosie grinned to show that she already took one of the safe packs and inserted it in her mouth.

"You like those?" Aran asked.

"People still give those out? Haven't seen any since elementary." Sharonne sounded even more confused than her brother.

"Yeah. Mostly the old folks though." Clover answered her siblings and turned her attention towards her twin. "I don't want the ones I got, Rosie. You can take 'em if you want." She tossed them into the evergrowing candy pile. About 15 minutes later, all four siblings had sorted out the candy into their own piles; Chocolate, lollipops, peanut, hard, soft, chewy, caramel, and miscellaneous.

"Before any of you ask, tomorrow. We can eat the candy tomorrow." Sharonne looked at all her younger siblings, especially Clover and Aran. "For now, we're ALL going to bed." The collective 'fine' went unvoiced, but everyone heard it.

The next morning might as well have been Christmas Morning with how fast everybody was running to the candy stockpile. Sharonne called it Every Rat for Themselves, and they all got some damn good handfuls. Then it went from Every Rat for Themselves to Competitive Eating for Those With Ridiculous Metabolism, the name being given by Aran. Surprising literally nobody, Clover had scarfed her candy stash down the fastest, but this raised a problem. Not for her, not for the other Ryan siblings, but for the people they'd run into today.

Let's start the day with all four siblings aggressively riding tricycles to school and the arena respectively, shall we?

-The WVBA arena-

It was normal enough until the Ryans showed up. Aran had literally kicked the doors to the boys locker room down, Sharonne literally tearing the door off its hinges for the girls locker room. The other boxers called it "Code Orange" or "Code Candy" and there was never any telling who would cause more damage until it was too late. For the males, the rest of the World Circuit would try to pin him down until the sugar ran it's course. When that inevitably didn't work, they'd move on to Plan B. Plan B was to challenge Aran to several matches to try and get the sugar out faster. This also didn't work. There are plans A through Z, Plan Z being just accepting it and trying to stay out of harm's way until the high ended. Until remembering that this is Aran they're talking about and checking to see if it ended was pretty much a death wish. As for the ladies, it's pretty similar. The girls use the door as a shield to block Sharonne and maybe even get her to fall back a little. If this doesn't work, she's also put through several matches until the girls literally cannot fight her anymore and try to stay out of her way. It actually ends with the siblings acting relatively normal. Well, normal as a Ryan can get.

"H-How long was that?" Oh yeah, did we mention that these sugar highs can cause Piston Hondo to show visible panic? Little Mac checked his phone.

"Three.....hours....."

As for the twins.......hoo boy.

The twins arrive and instantly run inside. Instead of running to homeroom, they run all around the school SEVERAL times. And it's not a small school either. They are obviously put in detention.

BIG MISTAKE.

Rule number one of dealing with a Ryan on a sugar high: NEVER put them in an organized room. Unless you LIKE cleaning for the next 12 hours. You name it, it'll become a mess.

All four siblings take the tricycles back home, noticeably less agressive than the morning. "My head hurts so fuckin' bad..." Sharonne complained. She was the first one through the door. Meaning she was the first on the couch, and the first to pass out. Rosie was quick to follow, Aran and Clover not too far behind. A few things to note, however; Rosie and Aran would never make it to the couch before passing out, and Clover, as usual, couldn't. What else you got for me, universe? She thought to herself. Then she looked at her siblings and smiled. With how calm they looked now, you might've never guessed that they were weapons of mass destruction for a few hours. Actually, no, you probably could've. In fact that actually sounds LIKELY considering that it's the RYANS we're talking about.

[sepublic]

Artidax

           Computers are a vital facet of Xia. Computers store incredibly vital information, taking up far less space and material than physical copies (not that those have no value, of course). Likewise, transmission towers allow for communications to rapidly and widely spread across the entire island in a matter of mere seconds, and AI beings such as the Vahki help facilitate the law, while Super-Computers work day and night to calculate the most optimal stock market routes and exchanges.

           Such artificial minds are an incredibly complex, niche, and specific invention; So naturally, the entirety of the Artidax District is designated towards the production of computer chips, AI development, as well as the hosting of transmission towers, launching of satellites, and mass surveillance cameras. Just about all information, messages, and radio transmissions pass through Artidax’s massive, skeletal towers, before leaping across Xia to their next destination. Massive satellite, radio dishes dot the skyline, and the District is of a more ‘futuristic’, hi-tech appearance than the others, being far cleaner and more pristine than the likes of Stelt or Tametru.

           This cleanliness is obvious; Artidax’s sterile environment is a necessity in order to prevent dust and other contaminants from damaging precious micro-chips and other fragile components. As such, dusting and cleaning is taken very seriously, both within buildings and factories, and even outside as well; Artidax has the cleanest air quality of any district, if only because smog and pollution is damaging towards certain electronics and thus an economic liability.

           Clean, smooth buildings and lights of various colors are awash in Artidax. Factories and assembly lines contain blank, white environments, completely clean and sterile of anything. Workers operate within special suits to prevent their own skin cells and hair from contaminating the computer chips they work on, operate, and repair. Before one can enter the work-place, their suit is quickly cleaned off in a chamber.

           Artidax prizes cleanliness, sterility, and control; And in combination with its reliance on AI, it’s not the least-bit surprising that it’s also the primary home of the Vahki. Here, Turaga Dume has the most control over the district than anywhere else, and while other officials technically exist, Dume exercises the most power due to having a robotic army with which he can actually enforce his will with. Only the Powers That Be and their control over energy sources reins him in.

           Cameras, either affixed to buildings or roaming the streets and skies as floating drones, monitor just about every movement, and are equipped with frequently-patched and updated facial recognition software. Worker ID cards are mandatory at all times, and transmit signals showing the exact movements and paths taken by individuals. Because everything is technological in Artidax, just about any interaction with the environment, from opening a door, to even flushing a toilet, is liable towards being known by the Vahki and other overseers.

Artidax is a surveillance state that monitors every move, a genuine dystopia, and while many giant screens advertise products, others also show off Dume’s visage while emblazoning his propaganda and speeches; Mantras such as “Trust in Turaga Dume”, “Obedience is Happiness”, “A busy Xian is a happy Xian”, “Quick work is good work”, “Turaga Dume sees all”, “Thoughts can be dangerous”, and “Might makes right” are well-known, repeated, and despised, but not openly in the latter of course.

As far as anyone is concerned within Artidax, Dume is ALWAYS watching; As a result, the District is not nearly as heavenly as one may assume, and the presence of Vahki around every corner ensures that they are quick to respond, but often brutally.

           Factories constantly create computer chips that require skilled labor, making Artidax more difficult to move into as credentials are required. Computers are everywhere, controlling the fully-automated movements and actions of facilities, processing security footage, closing and opening doors, etc. Laser-grids are a prominent defense system, and the latest in AI and simulations are frequently developed and tested.

          Many Xian engineers and technicians work day and night to truly replicate the power of the mind, but with none of the pesky individuality and free will that comes with it; Of course, one may argue that such things are inseparable from the human mind’s greatest assets. Thus, it is not uncommon for AI programs to develop self-awareness and their own personal will; Such incidents, amongst Vahki or consumer products, are to be quickly reported, detained, and reprogrammed, set to a blank slate through factory settings.

           Machines are not the only things repurposed in Artidax, either; Simulations are useful, not only for training and entertainment purposes, but also brainwashing. Dume has invested plenty of resources into simulation technology and other forms of brainwashing that can allow him to totally over-write a person’s mind. Computer chips are developed that can be implanted into a host’s brain, controlling their thoughts and helping monitor them.

          Political dissidents, criminals, and other deviants are frequently sent to Artidax to be ‘reconditioned’, and many have had their minds permanently damaged in both botched and successful brainwashing attempts. Many who are brainwashed are often used as spies, infiltrators, and saboteurs, leading the Vahki towards rebel and criminal cells and ratting them out.

           Artidax technicians are also fascinated with the realm of the bridge where machine and living interact; Improvements are made on interfaces, including those that can interact with the neurology of a living being. Cybernetics are another vital part of Artidax’s industry and economy, with engineers working tirelessly, day and night to perfect mechanical limbs. Such limbs are of course already a technological feasibility, but they are generally restricted.

           For many, prosthetic limbs are incredibly expensive. Most can’t just ‘own’ one, so they must resort to renting it out… And of course, this means selling one’s soul to a company. Because the company still owns the cybernetic limbs they grant a Xian, and if payments are not on time, they can come and revoke them. Likewise, Xians can be monitored both visually and with audio through their prosthetics, and Dume is interested in potentially mechanizing all of Xia’s workforce; Not necessarily by replacing them with machines, but replacing their bodieswith machinery. Control over a Xian’s mostly-cybernetic form can allow Dume to easily shut down or restrict power, and improve Xians to be more obedient, easier to keep track of, and become more efficient workers who lack sleep and nutrition.

           There are already plenty of ‘converted’ cybernetic Xians who have had the vast majority of their bodies replaced with machinery, their brains implanted with various chips. These poor, brainwashed individuals are almost completely loyal to Dume and other masters, and like the Vahki can be subject to mandatory reconditioning. It is not uncommon for such mechanized Xians to be bought and rented as mercenary forces in Zakaz. Thankfully, the Powers That Be and other powerful Xians are wary of this total mechanization, if only because it can be turned against them through hacking.

           And speaking of hacking- Such an industry is popular, although in many ways illegal, within Artidax. Hidden, back-alley shops and criminals rely on powerful hacking and ways of forcefully interfacing with technology to commit crimes, disable cameras, and hide internet movements. While Dume himself has official hackers to intercept radio transmissions and listen to them, others work to do to the same, but also interrupt HIS hacking, and even broadcast messages to the rest of Xia, messages of rebellion.

           Viruses are also used by many in Artidax, and manufactured. Two types of Viruses are present; Computer viruses leak information, damage computers, sabotage and alter AI, and so on and so forth. There are people who are hired to test fire-walls in data to guard against viruses, or even employ such things, alongside worms, to commit crimes either in Artidax or beyond it.

           But there is also another kind of Virus; A volatile, energy-based substance. These substances come in a wide number of varieties, with miscellaneous effects, properties, and results when mixed together or applied to different subjects. Some can cause a person’s being to liquefy, while others grant flight; Others enhance a person’s bio-electricity to shocking degrees, while others simply cast a person into a coma. These Viruses are properly refined, programmed, and crafted within various Virus Foundries across Artidax, and some are concentrated into powerful Xian Hearts; massive crystals that when detonated unleash massive elemental damage. A Xian Heart of Stone can petrify and fossilize all surroundings, while a Xian Heart of Poison burns and corrodes all away.

           Transmission towers, satellite dishes, and computer banks both ferry the passage and transit of information, but also store it. Precious, vital information on economic records, individuals, and so forth are stored within heavily-guarded computer banks across Artidax. Flying drones that stray towards the atmosphere monitor weather movements and transmit data to towers and satellite dishes, where they are then relayed to news stations. Many of these news stations, unsurprisingly, are underneath Dume’s control and exist to transmit propaganda to the populace, although thankfully most Xians are distrustful of them anyway.

           Xia possesses an ‘internet’ of sorts, from which Xians can contact with one another online through an internet whose servers are located entirely within Artidax. This internet is mostly used for communication, but has also been used to store information, videos, articles, and so forth; Many Xian technicians are intrigued in advancing the prevelance of the internet in Xia.

           Messages travel through transmission towers, and most of them are carefully encrypted. It takes a skilled decoder and/or AI to translate many of them, as secrecy is both prized but also infiltrated regularly. Knowledge, information, and forecasts are calculated and discerned in Artidax, before transmitted to the rest of Xia. High-flying satellites and levitating probes scan and take overhead images of Xia to be analyzed and recorded on the daily.

           Artidax is the AI mind of Xia, and many machines are ‘birthed’, gaining thought, sentience, and sapience here. While the occasional robot rebellion is not unheard of, most AI is made as products to be shipped and sold from Stelt, to aid companies in calculating profits, deciding the least risky venues, etc. Tactician AIs are sold to Zakaz, devising the most optimal combat strategies, and unsurprisingly, Dume has once again used these AIs as his own spies as well. Exo-Toa models are frequently designed, and improved within Artidax, with the technology that goes into them useful for cybernetics, as it interfaces with the very ‘soul’ of a person. While the physical bodies of Exo-Toa are crafted within Tametru, their ‘minds’ and complex programming, delicate circuitry, and neurology are manufactured within the neat, sterile, and bright rooms of Artidax. If Tametru specializes in the ‘body’ and hardware of Xia’s mechanization, then Artidax programs its ‘mind’ and software.

           Due to the high level of advanced technology, but also as a result of Dume’s insistence of surveillance, bright lights are everywhere and there are few shadows. This makes hiding from the Vahki more difficult, and contributes towards massive light pollution. Massive glass-panes and mirrors help to expand visuals, but can be confusing for some. The work hours and days of Xians are rigidly organized and mandated. People wake up, eat, head to work, head back home, and go to sleep exactly as Dume intends, with mandatory curfews imposed upon areas of Artidax.

           Originally, the region that would become the Artidax District was a cold, frozen, barren north, an ice-capped, mountainous area. However, the massive heat expenditures of computers and other technologies, combined with their relative fragility to such temperates, necessitated the movement of computer facilities in Artidax, where the colder temperatures could help off-set the heat and act as natural cooling fans. As more facilities were established within Artidax, more heat was generated, and while the ice helped cool it down, it began to melt… Until eventually, most of Artidax’s ice has since completely melted away. It is not completely gone, thankfully; Some areas have been set aside as real estate and homes for Xians who like the clean air, allowing for the natural accumulation of some nature and snow.

          If one goes particularly high-up, near the atmosphere, they can encounter snow-flakes that eventually dissipate as they go lower. Atop Artidax’s peaks, the highest roof-tops, skylines, and transmission towers are water-proof to deal with the light snow-fall that lands atop them. Additionally, The Mountain exists within Artidax, devoid of settlements due to its living, devouring nature; Snowfall has been allowed to naturally settle on The Mountain’s peaks, with melted ice helping to hydrate the living fixture.

          Artidax’s mainframe helps to transmit and allocate power amongst the district’s facilities, while the Vahki Hives themselves are connected to a massive mainframe that helps keep track of data, reconditions drones, and transports information to one another. No one AI or Super-Computer controls all of Artidax, thankfully, and the same can’t be totally said for Dume; such power would be disastrous and prone to abuse, and the Powers That Be know it could be used in the form of rebellion against them and the rest of Xia.

          The Powers That Be have all agreed that Artidax’s securing of the vast majority of Xia’s information and records makes it incredibly vital; Knowledge is power, and so many individuals and groups contribute resources towards ensuring the protection of Artidax. If the District were to fall, it would not be from external forces, but likely internal ones; Be it computer Viruses, rogue AI, and skilled hackers.

          While the district may seem clean, advanced, and ‘safe’, do not be fooled. Just as there are massive mirrors and simulations within Artidax, much of its appearance is smoke and mirrors; Mostly mirrors and almost no smoke. Its pristine environment is a gilded appearance, and when one scratches the surface, they will find total obedience, control, and slavery of one’s soul within. It may appear more enlightened, but Artidax is just as brutal and regressive in its lifestyle as any other part of Xia. Dume’s promise of Utopia is an illusion, in more ways than one, and many runners and criminals have been lured into powerful simulations designed to confuse and trick them while the Vahki rush in.

[gallusrostromegalus]

The Swan

It’s time for another Installment of Family Lore from my wierd-ass childhood!

Story contains: poor childhood decisions, profanity, extremely poor animal handling practices, and a semi-graphic description of an injury.  Mind the content warnings, your health comes first. As usual, all names have been changed to protect everyone’s privacy.  rest of the story under the cut to avoid a five-mile post.

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This is the story of the first time I said the word “Fuck” In front of my mother.

When I was a kid, my parents would drive to Ohio from California every other summer of so to visit my Mom’s family, who never figured out that they can escape. Four days is a long ass time to be a small child in the back of an unairconditioned van with a bunch of rotting bananas but it was worth it for being able to more or less run wild through the Ohio woods.

My mother’s family consisted of my grandparents Polly and Bobby, and her younger brother, Bobby.  Bobby has a saint of a wife named Stephanie, and three children.  My sister was very fond of cousins Samantha and Amanda.  

Due to a combination of Ye Olde Misogyny and post-delivery drugs, for about five generations there, the men had been naming all the children, so literally every AMAB person born into the family was named “Robert” and immediately shortened to “Bobby”.  Uncle Bobby very nearly did this to his firstborn, wich would have brought the total number of Bobbies to 8 between the miscellaneous cousins and uncles, when Stephanie put her foot down and named him Jonathan Jackson the second she found out what sex he was.

Cousin JonJack is still my favorite cousin- he has a heart big enough to house every creeping and crawling thing on this planet, and a quiet determination to make things right with the world, even if that means doing something completely batshit insane.

We were camping at a place near West Branch State Park, at what is advertised as a “Luxury Campground next to a Private Lake” but is really an RV collection next to a glorified sump.  It has the extremely redeeming feature of being smack in the middle of Northeast Ohio’s dense hardwood forest, and since we had parents that grew up in the area and had passed a reasonable amount of scouting knowledge onto us, we were turned lose after breakfast and told to return by dark or if anyone got hurt.  This was splendid, as the woods were full of interesting things like nests of day-old rabbits, their hearts visible as they beat against their delicate rib cages, shimmering black rat snakes longer than we were tall, hives of wild bees, intricate in their geometric structure and remarkably patient as long as you didn’t poke them.

The Sump was even better- it had dozens of baby snapping turtles for the catch-and-releasing, catfish twice the size of any cat, a plethora of bugs and worms and crawdads and families of duck and best of all, Arthur, The Swan.

Arthur was a Mute Swan that the owners of the campground had ‘rescued’ as a chick at a farmer’s market, and then raised among humans before turning him out onto the sump one fall, leaving him confused and lonely, with only the extremely suspicious canada geese for company.  By consequence, Arthur had an INTENSE dislike of humans, and would ‘guard’ the campground from stanger, camper and owner alike. Multiple attempts were made by the locals to get rid of the bird, all of which ended roughly the same way- a nearly 30-pound bird beating and biting the shit out of a bunch of drunk rednecks, and the woman who owned the campground banning them for life because in spite of her poor husbandry, she still loved Arthur.

And so he floated, secure but lonely upon his algae-covered throne, hissing at anyone who got within a dozen feet of him.

I’d been going to this campground for a fortnight every summer since I was about six and by the time I was ten, Arthur had decided that this unusually quiet and diminutive human was less wretched than the others and would allow me to exist in his general vicinity without comment, and on good days, even deign to allow me to pet his back and wings.  It probably helped that if he stood all the way up he still had a good four inches on me.

Then, the summer I was 10 and JonJack turned 11,  some jackass didn’t clean up their monofilament fishing line and Arthur’s leg got tangled up in it.  By the time we noticed, it had already cut through his skin and his webbed foot was swelling to resemble  some kind of horrible inflatable bath toy.  Given that we all had been raised on Steve “If you love it, tackle it to the ground” Irwin and a dozen similar nature programs, there was only one thing to do:

Capture Arthur and cut the fishing line off his foot.

Naturally, we completely neglected to tell any adults about this. Forgetfulness on my part, and deliberate secrecy on JonJack’s- Stephanie was deathly afraid of all things that flapped, to the point of needing medication for butterflies that got too close.  She might die if he so much as mentioned the concept of touching Arthur.  Besides, he needed to steal his dad’s knife for this.

It was decided- by me declaring so- that since Arthur trusted me the most, I’d get close to him, grab him in a bear-hug to pin his wings to his side, and hold him so Jonjack could cut the fishing line off.

“But what about his head? I can’t stop him biting if I’m holding a knife.”  JonJack pointed out with about 70% more forethought than usual.

“Hm.” This was true. I didn’t want Jonjack to slip and cut Arthur’s foot, nor for me to have an eye beakily gouged out.  I turned to my other cousins and sister.  

“Who’s not a weenie about blood?” I asked.

My sister and Amanda both glared at me like sensible creatures with a healthy fear of Bodily Harm.

“I’M NOT A WEENIE.” Cousin Sam bellowed immediately, throwing her little tykes camping chair into the tree in a fit of passion that only little girls can manage. ‘LETS GO GET THIS SWAN.”

“You only need to hold his head, we’re not gonna HURT him.” I explained.

“YEAH. DUH.” yelled Sam, still pumped with adrenaline and stomping off towards the corner of the lake where Arthur liked to sulk in the afternoon.

Sam and JonJack hid behind a nearby RV as I walked up to Arthur and sat next to him, a process that required deliberate patience and an oscar-worthy performance of nonchalance.  Animals can sense when you’re up to shit by the tenseness in your posture, so I had become extremely practiced in the art of being Forcibly Untense, and of pretending to be interested in something else- one’s internal thoughts are best, being too interested in a physical object is a dead giveaway.  Feigned Proximal Disinterest is definitely in the top five life skills I learned growing up closer to animals that people, right up there with “The best way to hide from someone is to be above them”, “Standing your ground without escalating the situation” and “Screaming and Biting Like a Rabid Siamang When A Mother Fucker Needs The Fear Of You And God Put Into Them.”

After about 10 minutes of proximal disinterest, I got close enough to Aurthur to squat down next to him and stare at the pond.  I could hear Sam beginning to lose patience over the sound of the cicadas, but if I moved too soon I risked blowing the whole operation. So Arthur and I sat in amiable silence, listening to the continuous din of cicadas and RV generators, watching the carp lazily surface to sunbathe in the open patches of water between the spotty carpet of duckweed.  The air was hot and close with Mid-July humidity but not so bad in the shade, the dappled light luminous over Arthur’s feathers, and I got lost studying the fine gradations of white and silver for another minute or two.  

It would have been idyllic, were it not for the coming betrayal.  Arthur would despise me after this, even if it would save him his foot and his life, and I wanted to savor the last few moments of friendship between us.

Eventually, Arthur blinked his shiny black eyes from whatever he was staring at, and turned his head, shifting his weight slightly as he looked away from me.

I lunged.

It was very nearly perfect.

I more or less fell atop him and got my arms around his middle immediately- but I had miscalculated where his wrists were and instead of entirely pinning his wings to his side, I had only grabbed his upper wings, pinning his Ulnas to his ribcage, leaving him free to batter me with the remaining half of his wingspan, and to turn his head and turn around and bite my scalp hard enough to draw blood.

“JONJACK!” I screamed, hoisting him upright and clinging onto the flailing, hissing animal as hard as my scrawny little ten-year-old arms could.  Thus was barely enough to keep him from breaking my hold- I could feel the bruises forming on my upper arms as he tried to push them apart, flailing and wriggling.

JonJack and Sam came running.  Sam did an extremely impressive flying leap to pull Arthur’s head from my scalp and hold him steady, even as his beak dug into the pad between her forefinger and thumb.  Sam was, true to her word, no weenie when it came to blood, and held fast, snarling with effort.  JonJack grabbed Arthur’s entangled foot, and Arthur projectile-pooped in retaliation.  JonJack ignored it and set about cutting the line lose, from the writhing bird, getting clawed by Arthur’s free foot.  However, it had gotten extremely embedded and looped about his foot, and the rescue would take longer than anticipated.

In case you didn’t know, swans smell disgusting.  Or at least Arthur did. A wretched mix of acrid body odor and fecal pond scum.  They’re also extremely greasy- it’s how their feather’s don’t get waterlogged.  I know this, because I had my face buried in the middle of arthur’s back, wedged between his shoulder blades, and he used his wrists to pummel me in the sides and kidneys, hissing with a deep, windy undertone not unlike the roar of a bear and cursing us for generations in ancient swan rage-tongue.  

It was hot and sweaty and stunk horribly and each bow would sent white-hot pains up my spine but still I held on.  At some point I noticed that my right sock seemed to be wet, and assumed Arthur had peed on me.  

Somehow, despite the gurgling and hissing and flapping of wings and whining of cousin Sam as Arthur bit into her hand, nobody came by to investigate the racket. After what felt like ages, I heard JonJack shout a frustrated “DAMN!”

“I got most of it but some of it’s- it’s stuck in him!  I can’t get it out!”  He howled, despairing.  “Maybe it’s Enough.  We should let him go.”  

“I’m gonna-Ow!  I’ll count to three, then we all let go and run in different directions so he can’t- OW! Chase all of us!” I said, Arthur jabbing me in the Kidneys.  “One! Two! Three!”

Sam and JonJack let go and bolted in opposite directions along the lakeshore, but I, being a moron, decided to hang on and spin as fast as I could until I was almost too dizzy, then threw Arthur as hard as I could into the lake.

I threw him maybe four feet, because I was a tiny ten-year-old weakling but that got me out of tackling range and I ran for my damn life, furious wheezing right behind me.  I ran away from the lake, out towards the county road, and then out of the campground, along the road towards Ravenna.  I felt like an Olympic track star.  I probably looked like a drunken, sweaty and unusually hyperactive Zombie, because when I stopped a mile and a half later, I looked down and finally realized that the reason my sock felt wet was because I was missing a nickel-sized chunk of my right knee.

At some point during the rescue JonJack must have slipped with the knife, and made a shallow but large slice across my knee.  The wound itself is mostly superficial and has already stopped bleeding but my leg is drenched with blood. I notice also, that I am covered with bruises and my scalp is mostly scab as well.

I panic.

My mother is going to CRY.  

Also be mad at me because I’ve done something boneheaded but more importantly she’s going to see that I’m HURT and SHE WILL BE SO FRIGHTENED I’M A TERRIBLE CHILD FOR SCARING HER LIKE THAT.

I MUST FIND SOME WAY TO CONCEAL MY INJURIES.

I sneak back to camp.  I go directly to the showers and stand under one, not taking my clothes off because they’re covered in blood and swan oil and shit as well.  The shower, being long out of repair, doesn’t drain, and I leave something closely resembling a crime scene behind.  It does not matter. The blood is gone, my hair and a band-aid will hide the worst of it, and I can claim branches and my genetically fair skin for the rest.  She’ll be disappointed, but not suspect my idiocy.

I return to the campsite as it’s coming on dinnertime, to find JonJack and Sam are there already. JonJack has completely new clothes on, three of his friends there to claim he was with them all day, and pointedly asking his father questions about grilling to divert attention.

Sam, on the other hand is standing there with a mangled hand and her mother Stephanie is about to lose it.

“SAM!”  She shrieks, already having a hard day from the local swallowtails gently lilting around her. “WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR HAND?”

Sam, in the most brazen act of defiance I’ve ever seen, Sam looked down at her mangled hand, then square in her mother’s eye, Shrugged, and said “I Dunno.” with a sort of blunt obliviousness and completely lack of guile.

There was a moment of confusion between all of us before my Dad offered to take care of Sam’s hand so Stephanie could take her meds and we could all enjoy dinner.

We have dinner- it’s uneventful and the conversation is dominated by my sister, who was very concerned with the rumor going around that someone had died in the camp showers becuase there wa s a lot of blood and the police had been called, throughout which I said absolutely nothing.  Dinner is finished and Uncle Bobby and Cousin JonJack start making a campfire for s’mores.  The sun slowly goes down and we hang out, talking quietly to the sounds of nightfall in the forest.

It is Far Too Idyllic.

It’s twilight proper when Bobby and JonJack start playing around with the lighter fluid and other accelerants, creating jets of flame nearly high enough to scorch Sam’s camp chair, still in the tree.  We are all having a good time making suggestions as to what to set on fire next and how to add logs to the rapidly disintegrating Fire tower without collapsing it, like a redneck version of Jenga.

Which is how I failed to notice Arthur was back.

His vengeful return was preceded by a strange  plaplaplaplaplap WHOOPWHOOPWHOOPWHOOP- noise as he recognized us and charged across the lake, already partially airborne just to get over here to kick out asses faster.

I was sitting on the other side of the Tower Of Fire  when I heard the strange noises and saw JonJack sprinting for the roof of the RV, like that would save him.  Suddenly, the Tower of Flame split, blown apart by the massive wings of the Righteously Furious Swan, his shimmering rage-filled eyes fixed upon me, barreling through the flames directly at my idiot ass.

In the half-second before impact, a few things happened.

Firstly, I had a religious epiphany in regards to why everybody worshipped animals for a long time before That Guy On The Stick* came around and agreed with them that a Swan embodied the chaotic destruction of the universe and the consequences of hubris quite well.

*My religious Education up to this point had roughly amounted to “Catholicism exists, and is Really Weird”

Secondly, in response to this Epiphany, I used the strongest language I had available to me at the time, a forbidden word whispered to me in the fourth-grade coatroom the month before by Erica, who knew all kinds of Forbidden Adult things.

“Fuck.” I said, still watching The Swan lunge towards me, full of Murderous Intent.

Thirdly, my poor aunt Stephanie, who is deathly afraid of all things that flap and had barely been coping with the butterflies up til now, completely fucking loses it.  I heard her start to wail and turned to see her face twist into a facsimile of The Scream by Edvard Munch, coiling in on her self and the cheap pink lawn chair she was sitting in.

Fourthly, I realize she is in the impact zone and decide to forgo my own safety and lunged for Aunt Stephanie, shoving her out of the way.  He would be able to attack my spine directly but I knew that Stephannie would be able to defend herself at all. I collapsed to the ground and awaited my fate.

Instead, Arthur miscalculated his angle and hit the ground crop-first with a heavy thud, bounced, lost track of me in the confusion, and instead decided to run the other direction around the campfire, hissing and snapping and biting everything in range- the abandoned camp chairs, the lighter fluid, Uncle Bobby, and both lawn flamingos before barreling into the open door of the RV, slamming into everything in the confined space, still buzzing with rage.

There was a moment of Baffled Silence before Stephanie started to scream in earnest, writhing and clawing at her face, her daughters following suit. JonJack was crying on top of the RV. The back of Uncle Bobby’s shorts were soaked in blood from where he’d been bitten in the ass.

My Mother rose to the occasion.

She didn’t have far to rise, as she was 4 foot 11.75 inches, but she did so magnificently, squaring her shoulders and glaring into the menacing depths of the RV as she rolled up the sleeves of her jacket.  

“Bruce,” She addressed my father. “Corral the children.  Bobby, you take care of Stephannie.  I’ll go get the Bird.” she ordered with the confidence of an amazonian general before striding into the depths of the RV.

There was a terrible death-rattle hiss from inside the RV.

“Absolutely Not.” Mom informed Arthur in the same steely tone she used to halt the dog's bloodlust or tell the cops off at the protests.

Another hiss, more gurgled with confusion this time.

“You can leave.  The door is right there.”

A moment of silence.

“Fine.”

There was a weird shuffling noise and a startled wheeze from inside the RV and my mother stepped out, one hand clutched firmly around Arthur’s head, the other arm clasping him to her side like the world’s most dangerous bagpipe.  She carried him with grace and an easy power, the bird too stunned to struggle properly.  After my own struggles with him, all I could do was gape in awe.  At the bottom of the RV steps, he began to kick, and she gripped him slightly firmer, taking a moment to turn and glare down at me.

“[Gallus], we don’t use that kind of language.”  She informed me.

“Okay.” I agreed, terrified.  Mom nodded and turned to march the befuddled bird back to the sump.

“He has a hurt foot!” I interjected, as cousin JonJack made a furiously unsubtle throat-slitting gesture for me to shut up from the roof of the RV.

My mother stopped and eyed me suspiciously before looking down.  “So he does. Good eye.  Bruce, it looks like he’s got some fishing line on his foot.  Do you have your tweezers?”

“Sure, let me get my clutch.” Dad nodded, and went to retrieve it.  Mom kicked one of the camp chairs back up and sat down with Arthur.

“You’re being very well behaved.  Good bird.  This isn’t going to be nice but we’ll let you go after, alright?”  She talked to him patiently, peering curiously at his face in her hand.  “Huh. You’ve got teeth. Cool.”

Dad returned a minute later with the first aid kit and I held the lamp as he took off his glasses and used his Myopia and pair of tweezers to carefully remove the strands of fishing line from Arthur’s Ankle.  It was quiet save for the cicadas and the occasional noise of disagreement from Arthur, who would be promptly sushed by Mom.

After a few minutes of good behavior, Mom looked Arthur in the eye and asked “If I let go, you’ll be good, right?”

And Lo. She let go if his head. And he did not bite, instead sitting pointedly still.  Swans are capable of a startling array of emotions, but Arthur seemed to be experiencing a new one now in the form of Humility, possibly a first for all of Swan kind.

After a short debate on whether or not it was safe for swans to get neosporin, they decided against it, and Mom opened her arms to let him go.  Arthur stayed put, presumably because he hadn’t been given verbal permission to leave yet.  It was at this point that my aunt, now back on a sufficient dose of benzodiazepines, returned to the campsite.

“hhhhhHHOW?” She demanded as she stared at the Murderous Bird, now sitting apparently docile and calm, in my mother’s lap.

“I picked him up.”  She said, then failed to elaborate.

“You’re a witch.”  Guessed Stephanie, pointedly sitting down as far as possible while still able to carry a conversation.

“You’ve met Grandma Polly, it runs in the family.” She nodded, petting Arthur, who had decided that this was his life now, familiar to a witch and her weird demon child.  He stayed there for a good 30 minutes, before my mother announced “Alright, I’m ready for bed.  Time to go home Bird.”

Arthur then, very politely climbed out of my Mother’s lap, quickly plalaplaplaped his way back to the sump and vanished into the night.

When we came back the following year, Arthur was still there with only a slightly scarred ankle and a new fascination with our campsite, much to my Aunt’s dismay.  They sit on opposite ends of the porch and stare at each other with suspicion, which is about as friendly as Arthur gets with humans.

Anyway, that’s the story of How my mom convinced my aunt she has supernatural powers and why I didn’t say the word “fuck” again until I was 18.

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[miojolovetodo]

Reincarnation AU

BASICS

Name:  Eloi Shou Aikyo

Name Meaning: Eloi: (The Chosen), Shou: (Soar), Aikyo: (Love/Respect)

Alias/Nickname:

Age: 7-17

Date of Birth: December 4, 4PM

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Bloodtype: O

Gender: Male

Sexual Preference: Greysexual

Species/Race: Human

Occupation:

Alignment: Neutral

Languages Spoken: English, Spanish, Japanese

Current Relationship Status: Unknown

Pet: Rat Terrier named Chestnut

APPEARANCE

Height: 5′6″

Weight:  111

Body Type: Thin, Defined

Eye Color: Emerald Green

Hair Color and Style: Black, short and choppy

Distinguishing Marks (tattoos, scars, etc): Slitted pupils, Large iris’, birth marks forming the shape of the number four on his left shoulder next to a patch of discolored skin that slits across his heart.

Birth Defects: Partially deaf/ blind.

Clean Shaven, Stubble, Rugged: Clean Shaven

Usual Clothing Style: Grunge, Emo/Goth, Baggy or sleek and clean,

Wearing Currently:  a baggy grey hoodie, somewhat tight deep blue t-shirt, tight fitting black jeans, green themed sneakers.

PERSONALITY

Hobbies:

Personality: Relaxed, Intuitive, Strong, Thorough, Neat, Orderly, Contemplative, Fair, Tolerant, Meticulous, Insightful, Private, Strict, Impassive, Unaggressive, Stubborn, Quiet, Unambitious, Invisible, Surprising, Undemanding, Casual, Self centered, Unemotional, Pedantic, Insulting, Inconsiderate, Cruel, Dull, Regimental, Misguided, Condemnatory, Amoral  

Quirks/Habits:  

Illness/Allergies: Narcissistic Personality Disorder, Low Empathy, PTSD

Outlook: -

Likes:  

Dislikes: -

Usual Demeanor:  Usually mellow and laid back, almost to the point of apathetic, indifferent and emotionless.

Quick to Anger or Difficult to Anger:  Difficult to anger.

Easily Approachable or Not So Much: Not particularly. Most people imagine that he doesn’t like them because of his demeanor to begin with. Whether he does or not, he let’s things happen as they happen.

Introvert or Extrovert:  Introvert

PAST

Describe your characters History/Background:

After Ulquiorra is reborn, he is reborn into a moderately well off family. He however spends most of his life not getting the love an affection a child would need to adjust as normally to the world. His mother and father spent much of their time at work and would often tend to their son, Shou’s needs by buying him things or hiring help to take care of him.  Growing up this way has made him a little more than just a bit narcissistic. Though he is often quiet and contemplative more than outwardly concerned with the others around him directly. Even as a small child this had made many children find him to be strange. However this did not prevent Shou from finding friends, of course.

As a high school student Shou attends school at Karakura, which is quite a bit away from where he was born. His parents having moved there residents there when he had turned twelve. After moving there Shou found it a bit harder to make friends with most of the students who had already known each other for some time. Over the next few years Shou grew more into himself and embraced his more narcissistic tendencies. It often tends to show him as being an asshole to most people, and in most peoples opinions. (Work In Progress)

Hometown:  Unknown, Spain

Childhood trauma: Watched a child that was his age die by Hollow attack when they were only the first years of grade school. This happening on a school day in the middle of recess.

Parents/Siblings:  Unknown

How events shaped their outlook on life: After the incident that happened in his childhood most students from that year were for the most part traumatized by what they had seen. Eloi’s reaction and little empathy had made him stand out and easy imagined as a ‘freak’ to the rest of his peers however.

MISCELLANEOUS

Do  they know their heritage well? If so, does it resonate with their personality? (Ex. A viking having a brash and impulsive, violent personality):  Not very well at all really.

Powers:  Void [ This ability is one he developed entirely independent of his former life, but rather that of his new one., Ulquiorra’s Powers [Powers he will regain in time/Once he awakens his past life.]

Weapons:  Murcielago in the form of a Nodachi

MBTI:  ISTJ-A

Enneagram: 1w9, The Reformer, The Peacemaker

Element: Earth/Darkness

Temperament: Phlegmatic-Choleric

Aptitude:  Candor or Erudite

District:  4

Harry Potter: Slytherin, Wampus, Black Mamba

Talents:  

Social Standing:  Moderately Average Wealth

Verses In This AU

[chazz-anova]

Rules: Answer 20 questions, then tag 20 bloggers you want to get to know better!

Tagged by @starsandskies thank you! This was fun 💜💜💐

Name: Paige :)

Nicknames: Jaden (I used to REALLY REALLY love yugioh gx)

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Height: 5'2" 😬

Languages: English, a SMALL amount of German, and an even smaller amount of Spanish

Nationality: American 😒

Favorite Season: Spring! 💐🌧🌼🌱🌻🌺🌹

Favorite Flower: Hmm well I really love them all, but lilacs and hyacinths are my favourites

Favorite Scent: Apple, vanilla, sugar cookies, watermelon

Favorite Color: Pink, black, blue

Favorite Animal: Cats of all kinds! 🐈🐅🐆

Favorite Fictional Character: Hmm John Seed, Chazz Princeton, Dexter Morgan, Ban (Seven Deadly Sins)

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: Coffee ☕ and hot chocolate 🍫

Average Sleep Hours: 5-8 usually, i always go to sleep so late though lol

Dog or Cat person: Cats are the best, but i dont dislike dogs

Number of Blankets Slept With: just 1, i get too warm

Dream Trip: I'd have to say Greece or Scotland

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