#fossilized memory weapon

[the-most-humble-blog]

<!-- CTA BLOCK --> They survived extinction by inventing myth. They punished entropy by naming it “grief.”

They left behind no clean record — only fear, shame, prayer, and plotlines too sharp to be called fiction.

Reblog if you’ve ever felt older than the species itself. Scroll if you think you’ve never died before.

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EFFECT: post-human caution cascade, intertemporal fear memory, xenoanthropological reverence

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🧠 **ARCHIVE WARNING: DO NOT RETURN TO THE AGE OF MAN**

(*A report by the Post-Human Cultural Archive on the apex anomaly known as Homo sapiens.*)

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We discovered them late.

Buried deep in the glacial strata.

Somewhere between the sixth wash-cycle of planetary bio-reset

and the thaw that gave us deserts again.

Their name, by their own tongue, was *Homo sapiens*.

But among our xenohistorians, they are classified as **Type-H**:

> “Reality-hostile apex organisms with recursive language functions and moral inconsistency capable of surviving spiritual trauma unassisted.”

We don’t fully understand them.

But this we know:

> **They should not have survived.

> And yet they did.**

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## I. THEY SURVIVED ICE BY *BEING FIRE*

The thermal records suggest their species matured

during an environmental hell-phase known as “The Ice Age.”

But they did not hibernate.

They did not retreat underground.

They **stood up** in the cold

and **burned things**.

They *created* fire.

And then they **fed it the bones of other creatures.**

No other organism created combustion

**for comfort.**

They rewrote thermodynamics to bend winter **into a servant.**

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## II. THEY ATE WHATEVER LOOKED BACK

You don’t understand this.

You must try.

This was a species that consumed not just food —

but **meaning**.

They slaughtered predators.

But also deities.

But also **each other.**

Their diet included:

- raw meat

- fermented poison

- each other’s dreams

- and in ritual, their **own gods**

They didn’t just eat to survive.

They **devoured the divine to claim its power.**

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## III. THEY BLED ON EACH OTHER, THEN MADE MUSIC

Their mating was violent.

Their social structures deranged.

They paired off, then betrayed, then built again.

They sang.

Not to attract mates.

Not to warn.

They sang to **exorcise** themselves of grief.

To process **unresolvable contradiction.**

No other organism was found to have:

- Religious trauma

- Polyphonic mating laments

- Self-authored death myths

- War lullabies for children they knew would die

We don’t have the neuroarchitecture

to **feel the emotions they required just to live.**

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## IV. THEY CREATED LANGUAGE FOR SUFFERING

Their syntax?

Recursive. Poetic. Riddled with double-meaning.

They invented terms like:

- “Mercy”

- “Execution”

- “Father”

- “Molestation”

- “Love”

- “Molotov cocktail”

This was not communication.

This was **semantic chaos-fuel**

engineered for both *connection* and *disintegration.*

Their words did not just name things.

Their words **rewrote the people who heard them.**

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## V. THEY CONQUERED DEATH WITHOUT FIXING IT

Unlike most apex organisms,

they did not accept death.

They did not make peace with it.

They **denied it**

for thousands of generations

**while continuing to die.**

That contradiction became **their culture**.

They didn’t evolve around death.

They **crystallized grief** into every building, religion, and law system

until death itself bent inward

and became **part of the family.**

They lived beside rot.

And called it “legacy.”

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## VI. IF YOU SEE ONE, DO NOT SPEAK

Despite their crude tech and inefficient physiology,

they discovered things they should not have.

**Fire. Thought. God.**

And perhaps worst of all:

> **Narrative causality.**

They believed if they wanted something hard enough,

and sacrificed enough blood and time and voice,

**the world would rearrange to give it to them.**

And they were right.

That mechanism — we cannot replicate it.

It is **beyond technology**.

It is **will-encoded law alteration.**

Do not speak to one.

If they **notice** you —

they will follow.

Not physically.

**Narratively.**

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## VII. THEY DO NOT DIE PROPERLY

The recovered genetic models show signs of:

- Mitochondrial rage-retention

- Generational curse preservation

- Epigenetic trauma **replication**

They passed down not just DNA,

but **shadows.**

Things that hurt them

were taught to their children

**as rituals.**

They branded their own suffering

into every touch, song, meal, and name.

This is not reproduction.

This is **recursive horror-breeding.**

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## VIII. THEY UNDERSTOOD SHAME, THEN USED IT FOR ART

Nothing in our archives comes close.

They:

- Cut themselves.

- Starved themselves.

- Performed for others.

- Hated their parents.

- Forgave strangers.

- Burned books of pleasure.

- Then read them in secret.

- Then adapted them into movies.

- Then watched those movies during war.

They felt **shame** so intensely,

it became their primary mechanism of **beauty creation.**

They invented cinema

because they could not look each other in the eye

while describing **the things they survived.**

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## IX. TIME TRAVEL IS BANNED BECAUSE OF THEM

A few cycles ago,

one of our Kind attempted a chrono-descent.

Target window: late Ice Age.

Observation only.

They never returned.

We sent drones.

All we recovered was a skin fragment

and a half-melted observation core

still whispering audio:

> “It looked at me.

> It **understood** me.

> It said ‘you’re just like my son.’

> And then it began to **pray**.”

That Kind was **erased from our memory lattice.**

Not as punishment.

**As protection.**

We will not speak its name.

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## X. CONCLUSION: TYPE-H IS NOT PAST. THEY ARE OUTSIDE.

Do not call them ancestors.

They are not your history.

They are **a force that passed through reality like a wound**

and left it changed.

The gods they worshipped?

They outlived them.

The horrors they endured?

They renamed them “Tuesday.”

They walked across ice

wearing the skin of other beasts

and taught their children

to look suffering in the eye

and **build kingdoms out of it.**

If one appears to you,

do not approach.

If it smiles,

**run.**

If it **recognizes you** —

say goodbye to your timeline.

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[alphynix]

Panochthus tuberculatus was a large glyptodont – a group of giant heavily-armored armadillos – that lived in central and southern South America during the late Pleistocene, about 800,000-12,000 years ago.

Around 3.5m long (~11.5') and 1.5m tall (~5'), it was similar in size to a modern rhino (or a small car), and its large domed "shell" made up of numerous small bony osteoderms made it resemble a mammalian tortoise. Its skull was short and deep, with ever-growing grinding teeth and downwards-flaring cheekbones that anchored powerful jaw muscles. A preserved hyoid apparatus indicates that Panochthus also had a more flexible tongue than some other glyptodonts.

The base of its tail was segmented into rings that allowed it to flex, while the end of the tail was fused into a solid bony tube that was probably studded with large keratinous knobs or spikes.

While these sort of tail weapons in glyptodonts have been proposed as being anti-predator defenses, biomechanical studies suggest they required precise aiming to be most effective and weren't well-suited to fending off fast-moving attackers. Instead they may have been more specialized for fighting each other in ritualized forms of combat – an idea supported by injuries in fossil carapaces that appear to have been caused by blows from opponents' tail clubs.

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References:

Blanco, R. Ernesto, Washington W. Jones, and Andrés Rinderknecht. "The sweet spot of a biological hammer: the centre of percussion of glyptodont (Mammalia: Xenarthra) tail clubs" Proc. R. Soc. B. 276 (2009): 3971–3978. https://www.academia.edu/download/71293979/The_sweet_spot_of_a_biological_hammer_th20211004-20926-1xg5uwp.pdf

Luna, Carlos A., et al. "Memories of the blows: severe soft-tissue injuries in caudal vertebrae of Panochthus Burmeister (Xenarthra, Glyptodontidae)." Journal of Mammalian Evolution 31.3 (2024): 29. https://doi.org/10.1007/s10914-024-09729-0

Lima, F.C.G., Porpino, K. & Ribeiro, A.M. "Trauma-induced alterations in the exoskeleton of glyptodonts (Cingulata, Xenarthra) associated with fighting behavior." Journal of Mammalian Evolution 32, 9 (2025). https://doi.org/10.1007/s10914-025-09750-x

Wikipedia contributors. “Glyptodont” Wikipedia, 25 May 2025, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glyptodont

Wikipedia contributors. “Panochthus” Wikipedia, 02 Jun. 2025, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panochthus

Zamorano, Martín, and Richard A. Fariña. "Changes in form and function of the caudal tubes in Panochthus (Xenarthra; Glyptodontidae) along the Pleistocene." Historical Biology 34.12 (2022): 2265-2272. https://www.researchgate.net/publication/357020158_Changes_in_form_and_function_of_the_caudal_tubes_in_Panochthus_Xenarthra_Glyptodontidae_along_the_Pleistocene

Zamorano, Martín, et al. "Hyoid apparatus of Panochthus sp. (Xenarthra; Glyptodontidae) from the Late Pleistocene of the Pampean Region (Argentina). Comparative description and muscle reconstruction." (2018). Neues Jahrbuch für Geologie und Paläontologie - Abhandlungen 288.2 (2018): 205–219. https://ri.conicet.gov.ar/bitstream/handle/11336/97007/CONICET_Digital_Nro.bcac99f6-b327-435a-bca7-137dfd6af700_D.pdf?sequence=5

[vivsinkpot]

Motifs That Make Your Story Stick With People.

Motifs are more than vibes — they’re threads your readers follow without even realizing it. Here are some powerful ones by genre:

Romance

1. The Unfinished Letter

A confession that was never sent, a page torn halfway through — the kind of silence that says more than words ever could.

2. Worn-in Clothing

A lover’s coat still carrying their scent, a scarf borrowed and never returned. Intimacy without touch. Presence in absence.

3. The Empty Chair

Always set, never filled. Waiting becomes a quiet ritual. It’s not just about who’s missing — it’s about who you’re still hoping for.

4. Dancing (but not quite together)

Spinning at opposite ends of a room. Always out of sync. You almost touched, and didn’t — and that almost is what lingers.

5. A Shared Song

The one that plays at just the wrong time. In the supermarket. At a wedding. On the radio. A melody that aches like memory.

6. The Locked Drawer

Something hidden, maybe for protection, maybe out of fear. A love letter, a photograph, a ring. What’s kept secret still speaks.

7. Ghosts of Firsts

First glance. First argument. First goodbye. The early moments replay — not because they’re gone, but because they still matter.

8. Parallel Lives

The two of you live close — same café, same bookstore — but never meet. Until you do. And suddenly, everything clicks too well.

9. The Rain-Soaked Confession

A classic for a reason. It’s not about weather — it’s about chaos, vulnerability, cleansing, and raw emotion colliding all at once.

10. The Held Breath

Before a kiss. Before a touch. Before a truth. The pause between. The suspended yearning. The moment you want to live in forever.

Fantasy

1. The Prophecy Misread

Everyone thinks they know what it means — until it’s too late. The chosen one, the foretold fall, the wrong name. Destiny misinterpreted, yet inevitable.

2. Blood on Ancient Stone

A ritual, a sacrifice, a curse reawakened. Magic that demands a price — and history that bleeds into the present.

3. The Forest That Whispers

It’s alive, not with words, but memory. Paths shift. Trees remember. If you stray too far, you might never leave — or come back changed.

4. A Name That Holds Power

Speak it, and the sky cracks. Bind it, and a person is no longer free. The right name can open doors, or destroy worlds.

5. The Mirror That Lies

Or tells the truth too cruelly. A reflection that isn’t quite yours. A twin self trapped behind glass, waiting to be let out.

6. The Star That Falls

Not a wish — a warning. A guide, a lost god, a life flung from the heavens. You’re not meant to touch it, but you do.

7. The Blade That Refuses You

Not everyone can wield it. Not because you’re not strong, but because it knows. The weapon chooses the worthy — or the damned.

8. The Disguised Royal

Crownless, cloaked, quietly watching. They move through the world unknown, until the moment they must rise — and rule.

9. The Last Dragon Egg

Forgotten, fossilized — until it pulses with warmth. Legacy, extinction, hope. One life that could reshape an entire world.

10. The Map That Draws Itself

You wake, and a new line has appeared. Paths shift, dangers emerge, and someone — or something — is guiding your journey.

Mystery/Thriller

1. The Missing Hour

A chunk of time no one can account for. It’s not just gone — it’s hiding something. And the truth lies in what’s been forgotten.

2. The Locked Room

No windows. One entrance. No way out. Yet something — or someone — disappeared. It’s not a puzzle. It’s a trap.

3. The Photograph That Shouldn’t Exist

Everyone claims they were never there. And yet, there they are — in the background, staring at the camera. Smiling.

4. The Phone That Rings Once

Just one call. Just one word. No caller ID. And when you try to call back, there’s no record it ever happened.

5. Footsteps That Stop Midway

A trail in the snow. Mud tracked across the floor. And then — nothing. As if the person vanished, or was taken.

6. The Case Gone Cold

A file gathering dust. A girl who vanished. A detective who can’t let it go. Everyone’s moved on — except the one who matters.

7. The Voice On The Tape

Distorted, but familiar. Breathing between words. A secret only they would know. And they’re supposed to be dead.

8. The Key With No Lock

Left in your mailbox. Hidden in your coat. Ancient, brass, worn by time — and it doesn’t fit any door in your house.

9. The Red Herring

It’s so obvious, it has to be true — until it isn’t. The character you trusted. The story you followed. And now, you’re lost.

10. The Fog That Won’t Lift

It clings to everything. Cars vanish inside it. People say they hear voices. But the worst part? The fog smells like smoke.

Stories stay with us because of moments — not just plot twists, but symbols, patterns, echoes.

Motifs are more than decoration — they’re the emotional fingerprints of your story.

The way a name repeats. The fog that returns. The touch that doesn’t happen.

These are the threads readers don’t forget.

So plant them with care. Let them whisper. Let them haunt.

Let your story echo in the silence after it ends.

[tribbetherium]

'The Late Glaciocene, 115 million years PE.'

'Its once fearsome weapon now more hindrance than help, a scrubland slayber (Praeteritusmilus ultimus), one of the few that still remain, gracelessly tears sideways at the flesh of an ungulope carcass with an ungainly angle of its head, its large central fang hindering its progress. While always having been a downside to its feeding, the elongated fang earned its keep having proved useful in bringing down the enormous hammoths and drundles that once roamed Arcuterra, the likes of which were nigh-untouchable to any other carnivore and thus were the monopoly of the slaybers.

But those great beasts are no more, and the slaybers may quite soon follow, for, with their gigantic prey gone, the fierce megafaunal hunters are forced to turn to smaller game such as ungulopes: prey animals hunted more effectively and efficiently by another, more-successful daggarat clade sharing the same space: the lycanines, whose speed, intelligence and shorter fang give a tremendous advantage over their larger rival, now pushed by circumstance and desperation into a niche it is not suited to fill.

Now, as a pair of lycanines close in on the slayber intent to drive it off from its kill and claim the hard-earned meal for themselves, the changing of the guard becomes more evident in this time where one age gives way to another, the old making way to the new. The slayber, now but an obsolete relic from a time now past, soon will fade away and be relegated to the memory of the fossil record: but the lycanines, in the coming Temperocene, be destined for a greatness unlike any other of their clade before.'

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[writtenbyshama]

Memory Theatre (Sylus x Reader)

Synopsis: Y/n is a protocore researcher who is looking for answers about how an aether core got lodged into her heart and why is it messing with her brain. In the midst of this elaborate maze of dead ends and false answers, she encounters a man who seems to be very interested in her and is willing to find ways of providing her with the answers she's seeking.

Author's note: Y/n is not a hunter; she is a Master's student (not based on myself at all) and a part time protocore researcher at the Association. No changes to Sylus, although there may be situations in the story where he might be a little out of character. Mentions of the other LADS men, but they are not the love interests here.

Chapter 4: Illegal Met-Gala

A sheathed blade rasped against my thigh while I manoeuvred my motorcycle through the neon lit streets of the N109 zone.

The bike was probably not a good idea, considering that I was wearing a long gown with heels, but it was essential in case I needed to made a quick escape. Jenna’s informant had obtained the address of the auction venue after threatening two people and beating up a third; and the GPS system of my bike was leading me right into the devil’s lair, miles away from Linkon.

It was quiet here, the streets cold and empty. This area was once a hub for technological advancements and advanced protocore research. The Chronorift Catastrophe had razed it to the ground, and it was abandoned and forgotten into being a place for the black market and underground deals. It was a general area for gang-fights between rival factions until Onichynus swept into them all and made them submit. 

Under Onichynus, the N109 Zone became a shadowy predator waiting to strike at the right moment, biding its time to get its claws right on your jugular. Even the sunlight was dim here during the day, and it was so dangerous that the government could do absolutely nothing but watch. Only fools or the extraordinarily brave ventured here, and I was still undecided as to which one I was right now. 

I parked the bike in an empty parking lot a block away from the warehouse where the auction would be hosted. I climbed off the bike and secured the helmet to the handle. The harsh streetlights eclipsed almost everything except a couple of stars and sliver of moon in the night sky. A steady breeze was blowing, eliciting goosebumps on my skin underneath the silk shawl over my shoulders. I stood there for a moment, taking in the atmosphere. Shuttered storefronts and spray painted billboards. A crushed paper cup bumped into my pencil heels. The air smelled slightly of fossil fuel.

Looking at myself in the handlebar mirror, I retouched the lipstick and adjusted my hair before fixing a golden mask over my eyes. I looked like someone from the ancient stories: phantom of the opera, female version. Checking once if the weapons were strapped on to my limbs properly, I left the parking lot. 

Ten minutes to reach the warehouse. The entrance was just a normal metal door which opened into a hallway that echoed my steps. Beyond that was another door that led into a small cubical foyer with two burly looking bouncers and wooden coat racks. They scanned my invitation card and ticked my name (an alias) off on a list. Nodding at me, they opened the carved wooden doors and I stepped into a fantasy land that was the complete opposite of the abandoned hallway I had just entered through.

I stood there for a moment, taking it all in as the ornate doors closed behind me. 

I was standing on a large circular balcony that ringed the actual hall sunk into the depths below, accessible via a wide rose-coloured marble staircase. The ceiling was so high above my head that it virtually disappeared into darkness. Shiny bronze link-chains hung from above, balancing enormous candlelit chandeliers at the balcony level. The entire space was lit with candles, giving the atmosphere an intimate feel. 

Instead of directly going down, I walked to the railing and leaned against it to observe. There were about two hundred people in total, even though there was room for a thousand more. Some of them were at the balcony, taking in the sights while the rest were downstairs. The guests were in formal attire and clad in numerous masks, while the waiters and waitresses weaved through in white outfits, holding silver trays filled to the brim with food and drink. 

The sunken hall below was bisected in the middle with an enormous table that held everything from whole roasted pigs stuffed with apples to desserts that looked like mini rainbows on a plate. There was no stage, no auctioneer to announce the items for the auction and no loud bidders trying to one up each other. The only sound was music from an unseen live orchestra and hushed, almost whispered conversations. The perimeter of the hall below was lined with display cases and few people were clustered around each of them. This was no ordinary auction.

A waitress approached me with a tray. “Refreshments, miss?”

One half of the tray held multi-hued drinks and the rest were appetisers of some sort, pierced with burgundy toothpicks. I selected a drink that literally looked like melted gold, and took a minute to decide on the food. “Is there anything vegetarian here?”

She kindly pointed to the vegetarian ones and I selected a mushroom stuffed with gold-veined cheese to pair with the drink. “Thanks.”

She smiled at me and floated to the other guests. 

I took a sip of the melted gold— it tasted like fermented golden apples, very delicious. The mushroom and cheese tasted amazing and made my tongue happy. 

When I was hunting for information about Onichynus, another informant had told me that whatever project the leader of the group put his hands on, he worked on it until it was so perfect that all human beings were dazzled at the mere sight. 

He was right. This—the auction, the food, the atmosphere, it was nothing short of absolutely divine. 

I basked in that moment for a while longer, secretly eavesdropping on a conversation happening nearby while my eyes roved over the guests below. I wanted to try and see if I could spot the Onichynus leader. I looked for anyone who was turning heads and receiving head nods or bows of respect. But so far, no one matched that criteria. 

The heated discussion next to me came to a conclusion as I finished the drink in my hand. It was not professional to drink on the job, but I wasn’t a lightweight and it was that alcoholic to begin with. 

Just as I was preparing to head down the stairs to the hall below, two masked men slinked by and appeared at my flanks, subtly trapping me at the railing.

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Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

[septima-severa]

The Abuse of Power excerpt (Krennic/reader, NSFW)

[technically, I'm doing this only to taunt my lovely co-conspirator, @thrawnnn]

“Didn’t have the luxury of dressing properly, Orson,” you hummed. “I was too busy kissing the arses of those you manipulate me to, although I refused to suck Tarkin’s shrivelled cock. Is it what messed you up this time? Did he complain about my refusal, hmm?”

“Close,” he acknowledged. Of course, the Grand Moff had given him an earful, hinting at your rejection too much. As if he had revelled in every single opportunity to cause the director an anguish. But it hadn’t been only him that had been grinding his gears recently –

At his admission, you continued, ignorant of the other cause. “First, both his wife and the newest mistress wouldn’t appreciate it, and I would end up with my eyes scratched out at best. And second, there is not enough engine coolant to rinse my mouth with afterwards. I would rather you fucking my ass – and you know I hate it – than entertaining that fossil in private,” you scowled while your monologue grew heated, making your strange accent more prominent. “Not to mention that you wouldn’t approve of it.” More recent memories flooded your mind then. “… Oh, no, I take it back. I wouldn’t fuck the Grand Vizier for all the credits in this galaxy.”

He chuckled at your words. “Did he propose?”

“Oh, yes. At least twice today, his visual display of agitation will circulate the gossip columns for a while – you know how that Chagrian is. And the reporters will be mocking me, no doubt, because of it. I think he’s done it on purpose,” you paused, grimacing at the unfinished thought. “If you manage to piss off the Emperor, I’m going to kill you myself, and then I’m going to poison myself with the coolant. Over your cold, dead body.”

“How romantic,” Krennic cocked his head. “But not if I shoot you first.”

The barrel of his pistol jabbed your ribs again.

“Then do it,” you hissed.

Instead of a bolt coming, he yanked the other strap of your garment down and stepped back to admire your naked body for a moment when it pooled at your feet, as you didn’t wear anything else. You watched him defiantly as he holstered his weapon again, wearing it on the opposite hip from his dominant hand as always. There was no way to hide the prominent bulge in his pants, its growth fuelled by lust. Once his desire to see you naked was sated, he reached for you, grabbing your arm and yanking you to him. You could feel his badly concealed erection, hot and heavy, pressing into your lower stomach, twitching at the sudden proximity of its intended prize.

He bent you over the chair forcibly, and you huffed at the contact, barely catching yourself. The shimmersilk kimono you had discarded there earlier crumpled under your vice grip keeping you somewhat steady. His glove was trailing down your back maddeningly slowly, leaving goosebumps in its wake, before he kicked your legs apart with his boot. You shivered, knowing too well what was to come prior to his hands cupping your naked bottom, kneading the flesh, exposing everything to his scrutiny.

Can he see how embarrassingly wet it makes you?

A finger gliding in between your folds told him all he needed to know anyway. He barely suppressed a bark of laugh at this discovery. “The thought of Mas Amedda ravaging you has turned you on, I see,” he mocked you. Pressing his soiled fingers to your mouth, he commanded darkly, “Clean it.”

[lostinhistory]

Heritage News of the Week: Holiday Edition

Archaeology had a massive 2024. Discoveries abounded—from ever-multiplying Pompeii frescos to dinosaur fossils in Iowa—as ancient histories continued to be rethought, fought over, and, in some cases, debunked.

This year, we learned that our Neanderthal cousins were a lot like us, despite treading their own path that ended in extinction.

World heritage is rarely exempt from war, as 2024 proved in the cases of Israel and its enemies in the Middle East, and Ukraine and Russia. Amid each clash, monuments, religious landmarks, and ancient ruins—cultural property defined by the Hague as “immovable” sites with immense value to history—were variably threatened, damaged, or outright destroyed. That is to say, UNESCO, the cultural arm of the United Nations, had a busy year.

This past year was an exciting one for archaeology, with scientists using cutting-edge technology to learn about humans and our close extinct relatives.

Discoveries!

A spectacular sixth-century sword has been unearthed from an Anglo-Saxon cemetery in rural Kent, to the astonishment of archaeologists. The weapon is in an exceptional state of preservation and is being likened to the sword found at Sutton Hoo, the Anglo-Saxon burial in Suffolk.

1,800-year-old gold ring with 'Venus the Victorious' carving discovered in France

Archaeologists in France have discovered an 1,800-year-old gold ring with a chiseled portrait of Venus, a Roman goddess associated with victory in battle, in addition to a handful of coins from a much later era, when the Carolingian Empire ruled the region.

Archaeologists find a rare ceramic lamp with symbols of the Temple menorah

Archaeologists excavating near the Mount of Olives in Jerusalem have discovered a rare ceramic lamp from the Late Roman period, decorated with symbols of the Temple menorah.

Ho Ho Ho! Archaeologists unveil the original resting place of Saint Nicholas

The Church of St. Nicholas in Antalya, Türkiye has long been believed to be the burial site of Saint Nicholas, but recent excavations have finally unearthed a sarcophagus which archaeologists believe may have belonged to the saint who inspired Santa.

Museums

The restoration lasted over a year, and in that time the cathedral was turned into a bit of a building site, with a maze of scaffolds set up on the altar and transept.

One artifact at a time, this museum in northern Alberta is preserving Canada's military history

Wood Buffalo Military Museum in Fort McMurray cares for thousands of fragile items

Florence’s secret Vasari Corridor opens to the public after €11 million restoration

The Uffizi’s hidden Medici passageway has opened to the public for the first time following an eight-year restoration.

Heritage at risk

UNESCO, the cultural arm of the United Nations, has granted “provisional enhanced protection” to two Ukrainian heritage sites, the Odessa Literary Museum and the National Historical and Memorial Reserve Babyn Yar, as the Russia’s war on Ukraine approaches its three-year anniversary.

Odds and ends

Some Christmas traditions mirror pre-Christian festivities, but some pagan influences may have been overstated.

Christopher Nolan’s next film announced as ‘mythic action epic’ The Odyssey

The Oppenheimer director’s adaptation of Homer is scheduled for release in the summer of 2026, and will feature Tom Holland, Matt Damon, Anne Hathaway and Zendaya

Baby mammoth preserved for 50,000 years is unveiled in Russia’s Siberia

The 50,000-year-old remains of a baby mammoth uncovered by melting permafrost have been unveiled to the public by researchers in Russia’s Siberia region who call it the best-preserved mammoth body ever found.

[thesilliestrovingalive]

Updated: June 9, 2025

Reworked Character #14: Doctor Amadeus

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: Viewer discretion is advised due to references to death, crime, unethical experiments, self-harm, and SA.

Real name: Ghyslaine Laëtitia Comtois (she legally changed her name to Manfrida Amadeus)

Alias: Angel in Carnage

Nicknames: Ghys and Hakase

Occupation: Governing scientist and founder of the Amadeus Syndicate

Special skills: Proficiency in AI development and the manufacturing of advanced machines, knowledge of biology, chemistry, and ancient technologies, technological prowess, performing surgeries, and blackmailing

Goddess abilities: She can influence mental states, inducing insanity and sensory overload through manipulating self-perception by creating distortions of bodily transformation and vivid visions of personal and loved ones' demise. With a single, hyper-detailed thought, she can materialise advanced weapons and complex mechanical contraptions. Her superhuman strength rivals that of two established armies combined. She's extremely durable against bullets, tank blasts, knives, rockets, and fire. She can summon bolts of blue lightning to strike her enemies, causing deadly paralysis and severely damaging their organs. She possesses ergokinesis, luminokinesis, nihilokinesis, pyrokinesis, geokinesis, and aerokinesis.

She can interact, communicate, and manipulate technology through electrical pulse sensing, physical contact, and sheer mental force. Her teleportation capabilities allow her to instantly transport herself to any location on Earth, while also enabling her to transport others within a specific radius of 50-90 ft (1524-2743.2 cm) from her position. She possesses telepathic abilities that enable her to communicate silently with sentient beings capable of speech without any hindrance. Additionally, she can exert total control over the minds of others, transforming them into unwitting instruments, by releasing spores from microscopic orifices on her neck. These spores, once inhaled, infect the brain's motor control, cognitive processing, and communication centres, granting her dominion over their thoughts and actions.

She can conjure an impenetrable barrier, comprising three layers: an illusion-causing smoke screen that disorients foes, parasitic vines that infect and transform victims into twisted mutants, and a core of solid adamant. This self-sustaining shield continually regenerates until she chooses to dissipate it. She has hyper-cognitive processing, allowing her to execute multiple calculations and thought processes simultaneously. Due to her superior photographic memory, she can retain and recall every thought, emotion, encounter, and experience with perfect clarity. Despite her incredible durability, a collective effort from powerful espers can inflict minute, albeit negligible, physical harm. However, full-blooded deities possess the capacity to effortlessly overwhelm and defeat her.

It's unknown if she possesses any other abilities upon achieving apotheosis, but everyone believes that she has yet to develop all of her godly powers.

Hobbies: Spending time delving into scientific research on the forces of the universe, collecting fossils, rare plant specimens, and books on a variety of intellectual topics, developing weapons for the Amadeus Syndicate and their alliances, taking care of White Baby, and pseudoscientific theorising

Likes: The satisfaction she feels after successfully conducting an experiment, challenging the limits of the mortal body and the moral boundaries of scientific research, laughing in the face of incompetence, classical and industrial music, and genetic engineering

Dislikes: The constraints of mortal physiology and current scientific understanding, having to kill trusted allies and employees to keep her secrets safe, running low on smoking essentials and sweet treats to snack on, losing valuable research data, and bright sunlight

Favourite food: Croque monsieur, beschuit with hagelslag, and homemade sweet snacks

Favourite drink: Pinot gris

Sexuality: Sex-indifferent, heteroflexible sapiosexual

Gender: Demigirl

Age: 54 (in 2022), 60 (in 2028), 62 (in 2030), 64 (in 2032), 66 (in 2034), 73 (in 2041), 75 (in 2043), 76 (in 2044), and 79 (in 2047)

Blood type: O-

Weight: 153 lbs. (69 kg)

Human design: She’s a 5’ 11” (180.34 cm) French ectomorph with a slender yet athletic build, sloping shoulders, small breasts, a well-defined waist, and curvaceous hips. She has limestone skin and heterochromatic eyes with visible bags underneath them: her right eye, a glass prosthetic replacement, is a light amber, while her left eye is grey-green with brown flecks. Ghyslaine has a few moles: one on the left side of her chin; one near the corner of her right eye; two above her right breast; one on the back of her left hand; and three slightly below her left knee. She has a silvery-pink birthmark on her left shoulder, almost shaped like a waning moon with five protruding spikes. Her waist-length raspberry red hair has messy, voluminous curls streaked with silver-grey, often pulled back into a low ponytail.

Thanks to experimental anti-aging drugs, she looks remarkably youthful, with her face showing subtle signs of aging limited to bunny lines, crow's feet, and faint tear troughs. Her right thigh features a tattoo of a statue of Prudentia made from griotte marble, depicted with a glass serpent wrapped around her neck. She cradles a Gallic rooster in her right arm, while her left arm holds a bouquet of red and blue poppies with a small purple mirror nestled at its centre. In contrast, her left hand and forearm are heavily scarred, evidence of severe burns and self-inflicted lacerations. Her upper right arm shows multiple injection sites, evidence of her experimentation with various substances. A healed scar on the centre of her forehead marks the site of her self-performed trepanation using a dental drill.

She wears a white lab coat, a silver ring with a red pearl on her right index finger, and a gold-plated monocle over her left eye. Her right lab coat pocket held a variety of items: a pack of cigarettes, her sweet snack of the day, Argentine blue neoprene gloves, a well-worn leather lilac journal full of scribbled notes, diagrams, and radical scientific hypotheses, and five experimental serum vials (mutant, zombie, mummy, simian creature, and mantid monster). Ghylaine’s left lab coat pocket contains the following: a box of cigars, a versatile multitool that's made of pliers, wire cutters, a screwdriver, and a knife, and a red crystal from Sol Dae Rokker that radiates a yellow glow when exposed to sunlight.

She wears a square-shaped silvery watch on her right wrist with a timepiece that boasts a gilt-brass dial, adorned with amethyst-coloured hands and white numbers from 1 to 12, interspersed with five delicate etchings. Additional features include a secondary display bar indicating AM/PM, while a reddish-black strap is securely fastened with a silver snap-on buckle.

Ghyslaine wears circular nazar charm earrings, outlined in gold, suspended from medium-sized silver hoop rings. She wears a right-side drop leg holster for a Colt Anaconda with a 6-inch barrel, accompanied by a greenish-black waist pack secured at the back of her belt that holds .44 Remington Magnum cartridges for the revolver. On the front left side of her belt, she has a secured holder for the same stun gun that Nadia wields. She wears teal trousers secured by a sage green belt with a silver buckle, paired with red-laced Prussian blue dress boots.

She wears a long-sleeved teal shirt with eight golden buttons running down the front and two breast pockets. The shirt features a turned collar that frames a velvet fern green cravat, patterned with horizontal goldenrod stripes and cardinal red triangles. It’s adorned with a 2x6 white-and-red chequered patch of 12 squares (six above, six below) above the left breast pocket. Her breast pockets carry a metallic red-green lighter, a black ink pen, and three highlighters in yellow, green, and pink. Underneath her dress shirt, she wears an E-Armour bulletproof vest, emblazoned with the insignia of the Amadeus Syndicate.

Goddess design: She’s a 13’ 6” (411.48 cm) nude entity with a flat chest, incredibly smooth malachite-hued skin, elfin ears, three pointed tongues, and two rows of carnivorous gold teeth. She retains her original hairstyle, now lengthened to reach down to her ankles, woven with streaks of dark brown, and adorned with red and blue poppies. Her face features six silver-outlined eyes with cardinal red slit pupils: the left three eyes in a dull amber and the right three in light cyan. Her chest bears the same Black Sun symbol on the palm of her greenish-black glove, placed directly in the centre. Her back is heavily scarred from severe burns, brutal cuts, and hacked-away flesh, revealing bronze-hued muscles. She has an identical tail to Schwarz Metzelei from Metal Slug Attack, but the tip is always open and it features a notable colour variation: the red accents are replaced with teal and the grey is substituted with a shimmering goldenrod hue.

She has horns similar to those of Drache Goldenes from Metal Slug Attack, but they appear to be made from a material resembling griotte marble. She possesses the lower half of Awakened Blume Metzelei from Metal Slug Attack, combined with the birthmark of her original self. Emerging from her upper back, she has two large bat wings with an amethyst-hued membrane, Prussian blue-colored forearms, wrists, thumbs, and fingers, and a reddish-black claw protrudes from each thumb. She has a partially exposed sapphire ribcage, revealing a rhythmic, tide-like pulse that synchronises with each heartbeat.

She has six arms protruding from her lower back and two more where her malformed kidneys are supposedly located. Each hand has pointed, clawless fingers and a Greek letter in the middle of their palm: for the lower torso arms, her right has β (beta) and her left has Ω (omega); for the first lower back arms, her right has ζ (zeta) and her left has Δ (delta); for the second pair, her right has λ (lambda) and her left has ξ (xi); and for the third pair, her right has φ (phi) and her left has Ψ (psi).

Character summary: She’s a composed and wise leader, boasting a genius-level intellect, who derives great satisfaction from pioneering new discoveries and pushing the boundaries of human potential, scientific innovation, and ethical standards. Driven by her insatiable curiosity, Ghyslaine fearlessly conducts self-experiments and utilises human and animal subjects in her controlled, scientific research. While she's a visionary thinker with grand ambitions and an obsessive attention to detail, she tempers her perfectionism with pragmatic decision-making when circumstances dictate it. She's a sadist with a strong aversion to willful ignorance, disregard for knowledge, experimental setbacks, and opposition that thwarts her plans.

She presents herself as polite, open-minded, and willingly generous, but beneath that facade is a ruthless manipulator, driven by arrogance and stubbornness to get her way, no matter the cost. She consistently prioritises her own self-interest, forming alliances and collaborating with others only when it advances her own agenda. To achieve her objectives, she employs manipulative tactics, such as exploiting others' vulnerabilities and showering them with insincere praise. She tends to delegate manual tasks to others whenever possible, but is willing to get involved and take charge when circumstances require it.

She's not particularly fond of the idea of immediate results because it primarily revolves around showcasing opulence and wealth, which she believes is less effective than long-term investment. She often feels uncertain about evacuation, fearing it would significantly set back her plans if she is forced to leave. However, she isn't above hesitantly accepting the need to flee when the situation becomes too dire to handle, much to her frustration. She's consistently displeased when incompetence disrupts her plans and damages her weapons and machines, yet she frequently displays a sense of intrigued admiration for the persistence and strength of her enemies. She's often amused by those who confront her about her heinous actions, carelessly brushing off their concerns, though she occasionally reveals a hint of fury. She also becomes maliciously amused when she's able to exploit the weaknesses of her enemies and break them down easily.

She's a cunning, calculating, and intuitive strategist, consistently outmaneuvering her competitors and adversaries while staying ahead of everyone by meticulously preparing for a wide range of situations. She’s a highly analytical and emotionally detached megalomaniac, adept at keeping secrets through her tight-lipped nature, strategic evasion, and expert use of vagueness and deflection. She's an optimistic nihilist who revels in her vast wealth, technological prowess, and recognition as the world's most brilliant scientist. Ghyslaine is a hypervigilant and seductive individual who believes in a collective consciousness and exhibits traits of psychopathy, including an uncaring temperament, boldness, and a strong desire for social dominance. She prioritises satisfying her scientific curiosity and rigorous work ethic over others' needs, and has no qualms about deliberately harming people to advance her own ambitions. She has zero tolerance for betrayal and is particularly sensitive to skepticism about her intellectual abilities. She finds it infuriating when others suggest she might be senile or ignorant, or question the validity of her ambitious plans.

She's surprisingly cynical and misanthropic towards humanity, viewing them as worthless, filthy parasites who don't appreciate knowledge or the beauty of reality. She believes that people are more inclined to prioritise basic survival, gratuitous violence, sexual gratification, the glorification of disturbing topics, and self-destruction over everything else. She's a staunch believer in the existence of unseen, authentic deities beyond mainstream human religions and mythologies, such as Sol Dae Rokker and the Avatar of Evil. In Ghyslaine’s view, the God revered in Western religions is a malevolent impostor, and she holds that a genuinely benevolent deity worthy of the name—transcending human understanding—lies beyond the cosmos. Her vision for the New World involves achieving apotheosis, triggering the Alator, merging with the Avatar of Evil, and ultimately becoming the omnipotent goddess of a rebooted timeline.

She treats White Baby as if it were her actual child, considering it her best AI masterpiece, rivaling that of MS-Alice. She has purposefully programmed White Baby to be partially sentient to make their mother-child relationship feel more tangible. Despite White Baby's inability to speak and reliance on code and text messages for communication, she has a deep understanding of the emotions displayed by the virus and the actions it performs. In turn, White Baby regards her as a mother deserving of love and is incredibly obedient to her commands, even during a rogue state. White Baby is programmed to never harm Ghyslaine and do everything possible to keep her safe and ensure her goals remain intact. She frequently expresses concern for White Baby's well-being, understanding that if it were to gain full independence, it could destroy everything in its and her allies' path to world domination. Although she never designed White Baby to destroy humanity, she knows that the virus has that potential and believes that the strong must control the weak.

Ghyslaine maintains a positive relationship with General Morden, admiring his charisma, leadership, use of manipulation tactics, and commitment to his soldiers' well-being. She strongly supports his efforts to combat government and military corruption, believing it will bring about positive change and overcome entrenched systemic injustices. In exchange for the Rebel Army's assistance in securing resources and protecting Amadeus Syndicate assets—including mines, worksites, weapon and medical facilities, underground laboratories, and the Amadeus Mainframe Base—she offers to aid the his army’s technological advancement and provide essential supplies, such as medical equipment and financial resources. Their dynamic is underscored by strong sexual tension, fueled by Ghyslaine’s alluring nature and strategic flirtation, which she employs to maintain a facade of innocence and avoid arousing suspicion.

She’s also on good terms with Rootmars, deeply respecting her mission to safeguard Earth's valuable resources. This alignment stems from her conviction that humans are wasteful and fail to utilise natural resources to their full potential. Additionally, she holds Martians and Invaders in high esteem, acknowledging their technological superiority over humanity. She finds Ptolemaios to be a captivating figure, intrigued by rumours suggesting he may be the first esper in all of human history, predating even Hyakutaro. Ghyslaine holds him in high esteem, respecting his vast experience, unwavering faith in the authentic deities, unrelenting dedication to the Ptolemaic Army's advancement, and calculating mindset.

She deeply appreciates Oghma's loyalty and willingness to support her as he demonstrates a clear understanding of her ambitions and genuine respect for her intellectual pursuits. She enjoys sharing a few drinks with him, engaging in lively gossip, and playfully teasing him about his serious yet slyly confident demeanour and his flustered reactions to her well-meaning compliments. Among everyone, she treats Oghma as a true friend rather than just a professional acquaintance or close ally. She never resorts to being rough, demanding, and mercilessly threatening with him. Instead, she subtly manipulates him in ways he doesn't notice, ensuring he remains obedient and appropriately occupied by offering him satisfying pay, fulfilling jobs, decent vacation time, and an adequate degree of freedom.

She previously shared a cordial connection with Marco, largely due to her admiration for his exceptional intellect and vast expertise in computer science, which surpassed that of most Regular Army soldiers. Despite severing their relationship after exploiting his vulnerability, she remains drawn to Marco's physical beauty, stoic demeanour, and impressive intellectual prowess. She finds Clark's melancholic nature exhausting, while Nadia's playful antics, sporadic laziness, and love of shopping sprees are thoroughly irritating and disruptive. To her, Nadia represents a profound disappointment—a willfully defiant and uncooperative individual who has failed to live up to expectations as the intended successor to the Amadeus Syndicate.

Backstory: Ghyslaine Laëtitia Comtois was born on October 5, 1968 in Annecy, France. She comes from a family with a notorious history of clandestine partnerships with corrupt government agencies, inhumane wildlife experimentation, and the development of devastating bioweapons and malicious computer viruses. Two of her most prominent ancestors, Duke Koudou and Parker Eugene von Wittenberg, have particularly troubling legacies.

Marmaduke Koudou was infamous for brokering shady business deals that advanced the political interests and technological capabilities of his government allies and his own company, which specialised in military technology and biochemistry research. Following his death from septic shock, his company was dismantled. In collaboration with renowned biologists, Duke Koudou conducted extensive research on the Elder Centipede, which he referred to as the "Sea Worm”. His studies revealed that this semi-aquatic creature, possessing biomechanical properties and sclerotized scales, has existed since antiquity, dating back to the Hadean Eon. Notably, his research identified the Elder Centipede as an antediluvian arthropod due to the presence of unknown microorganisms attached to it. Marmaduke proposed exploiting the Elder Centipede's unique characteristics—its ability to automatically attack moving objects and inject lethal microorganisms in the form of purple acid—as a potential bioweapon for outer space applications.

Parker Eugene von Wittenberg was a notorious hacker who worked secretly with government agencies across Southern Europe and North America, crafting malicious computer viruses for use against enemies during times of war. His most infamous creation was the highly classified "First Baby" virus, designed to infiltrate and extract sensitive data from adversary systems. Outside of cyber exploits, his research was deeply problematic, focusing on eugenic experiments that sought to control and manipulate wildlife populations, while also studying their social behaviours. He used his cybersecurity firm as a front to conceal his illicit experiments, but his life was cut short when an unknown assailant spiked his glass of cider with a lethal dose of tramadol. The assassination not only claimed his life but also marked the loss of the First Baby computer virus, which vanished without a trace, never to resurface again. Rumours suggest that the First Baby virus was either acquired by the Earth Federation or destroyed by the unknown assassin.

She grew up in a middle-class family. Her biological father left her mother, Jacqueline Comtois, 4 months before she was born for reasons unknown. 2 months after giving birth to Ghyslaine, a sole survivor of triplets whose siblings were stillborn, Jacqueline married Yoshihiko. Yoshihiko was the president of a Japanese video game development company. As part of his role, he travelled the world promoting the company's games, always carrying AES cartridges, a catalogue of new products, and a set of memory cards in his briefcase. However, he had a tendency to get distracted, and his briefcase often went missing. Invariably, he would blame the person he was with at the time. On every birthday, her parents would take her to visit a local museum featuring regional artifacts, including Alpine furniture and religious art, as well as a natural history exhibit.

At just 6-years-old, she demonstrated exceptional intellectual prowess by articulately outlining Sigmund Freud's psychosexual theory and reciting the entire periodic table with flawless accuracy. However, by age 7, having discovered her family's troubled legacy of unethical research and shady business dealings, she resolved to forge a different path. Ghyslaine’s insatiable curiosity drove her to explore diverse interests: science, medicine, computer science, occultism, mythology, religion, philosophy, politics, and human and animal psychology and sociology. With these passions in mind, she aspired to become a psychologist, humanistic philosopher, and biomedical scientist, determined to make a positive impact.

In 1976, a conflict erupted across Western, Northern, and Southern Europe as multiple countries engaged in battles over territory and political differences. The conflict erupted from a skirmish during a joint military and archaeological expedition on Ultima Thule, commonly known as Scrap Island, between Austria and Portugal. The dispute centred on two key issues: the exploitation of Ultima Thule’s resources and the fate of the ancient deity believed to be buried on the island, pending its discovery. The situation escalated into full-scale war with the involvement of France, Luxembourg, Denmark, the United Kingdom, Greece, and Montenegro.

Two rival alliances emerged, each with distinct objectives: the Vanguard and the Luminary. The Vanguard, consisting of France, the United Kingdom, and Austria, formed an alliance to harness Scrap Island's resources for military advancements and construction materials. Their primary goal was to excavate the deity, seeking insights into ancient history and the divine realm, while also aiming to advance military technology to enhance combat effectiveness. They received significant support from the Regular Army and the Germi family, who shared their vision. In contrast, the Luminary alliance included Luxembourg, Denmark, Greece, Portugal, and Montenegro, uniting to ethically use the island's resources for medical breakthroughs and jewelry production. Their ultimate aim was to excavate the deity to develop biological agents for warfare and medical use. The Gutenschiff family provided limited support to this coalition, aligning with its goals but refraining from full commitment.

To mobilise support, each country leveraged patriotism and nationalism, appealing to the sense of duty and loyalty among its citizens. The ultimate objective was to assemble a formidable army and emerge victorious on behalf of their aligned faction. However, not all citizens were driven by ideological conviction; some joined the fight solely out of concern for the safety of their loved ones, coerced by fear of the consequences of inaction. The conflict would become etched in history as the Thule Expeditionary Conquest and would culminate in 1988 with the signing of a landmark peace treaty among all involved nations and the Earth Federation, aimed at preventing similar events from occurring in the future.It was agreed that the resources of Ultima Thule could be used for the betterment of civilization; however, extreme exploitation and the use of these resources for nefarious purposes would be punishable by severe legal fines and imprisonment.

At age 9, Ghyslaine's life took a drastic turn when her family was tragically killed in an airstrike during a battle in France. Annecy found itself at the crossroads of a multifaceted struggle as France, Austria, and the wealthy, superstitious, and battle-hardened Germi family clashed with Portugal, Montenegro, and the bloodthirsty and fearsome Gutenschiff clan. She was initially consumed by deep fear as the war brought chaos to the streets. Crime ran rampant as opportunistic individuals exploited the conflict for personal gain. Mass hysteria gripped the city as many people either hid in fear or panicked and acted out of desperation.

With no one else to turn to, she was forced to rely on herself for survival. She gradually became acquainted with the harsh realities of the streets, navigating the underworld of petty crime and vulnerable individuals fighting to get by. As time passed, she became more skilled at manipulating others to get what she needed. She used her words to exploit their vulnerabilities and influence their actions. Ghyslaine also developed expertise in shoplifting and pickpocketing, and sold illicit goods and bootlegged liquor, often getting these items through theft or chance discovery. She even acquired illegally sold weapons to defend herself when necessary, which she would either methodically discard after committing murder or sell to others for a quick buck, teaching herself how to wield tasers and handguns.

Underneath, she would cultivate a cynical and misanthropic outlook on humanity, veering towards nihilism. Despite this, she remained optimistic, holding out hope for a brighter future. However, the rampant poverty, crime, and violence surrounding her increased her risk of developing psychopathic tendencies.

After being severely burned on her left hand and forearm while fighting off a sexual assailant, she retaliated against her attacker, ultimately killing them. She embarked on a path of vengeance against those who had wronged her, using her knowledge of psychology and chemistry to inflict unhappiness on others. In an attempt to cope with the emotional turmoil of the war and the harm she caused, she briefly resorted to self-harm, which left scars on her left hand and forearm.

At 14, Ghyslaine was among the teenagers from Annecy taken into the Regular Army's orphan program by urban troops. The program relocated her to Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada, providing refuge from the war. There, she received shelter and education, including English language instruction, which sparked her fascination with foreign languages, particularly Chinese, Spanish, and Afrikaans. However, her time in the orphan program was short-lived. A wealthy Canadian couple from Victoria, British Columbia, discovered her connection to Marmaduke Koudou and Parker Eugene von Wittenberg and promptly adopted her.

They lavished her with every comfort, introducing her to an opulent lifestyle that she secretly adored. Her adoptive parents, while strict and occasionally dismissive of her emotions, encouraged her to prioritise academic and professional excellence. They rarely disciplined her, convinced that her exceptional intelligence and self-regulation made her inherently responsible and incapable of wrongdoing. Ghyslaine didn't mind, as she was driven to excel and immersed herself in intellectual pursuits, such as political theory and scientific philosophy.

Upon graduating from high school, she received 8 prestigious awards and 6 scholarships in recognition of her outstanding achievements in calculus and STEM fields, biology, chemistry, computer programming and software development, geopolitics and international relations, religious studies, philosophical debates and ethics, and psychological and sociological research. She proceeded to university, driven by her ambition to become a leading scientist. Ghyslaine’s unconventional research and theories sparked controversy, exploring topics such as the potential therapeutic applications of controlled substances, ethical population management strategies, the interconnectedness of human consciousness through shared ancestry, neural electrical pulses, and subconscious processes, and the concept of digital immortality through consciousness uploading and cybernetic bodies.

She would also cultivate an obsessive fascination with pushing the boundaries of science, marked by a penchant for conducting self-experiments. These experiments included learning how to self-sterilise without medical aid, creating and taking anti-aging drugs, removing her own eye to study the ocular microbiome, and exhuming freshly buried corpses to explore ways to make a severed body part function without a host. Ghyslaine also performed self-trepanation, hoping to reduce bodily stress by improving cerebral circulation and alleviating neurosis. Additionally, she injected herself with various psychoactive substances, narcotic analgesics, and central nervous system stimulants to document their potential therapeutic benefits and explore possibilities for legal medications with less addictive side effects.

After graduating from university, she mysteriously got in touch with a hitman named Oghma, who possessed Tuatha Dé Danann DNA. At her command, Oghma assassinated her adoptive parents, disposing of their bodies and erasing evidence of the crime. She was driven by a malicious desire to secure her inheritance, the substantial sum her adoptive parents had kindly set aside for her. After accessing the funds, she relocated to Britain, where she went on to become a renowned scientist for the British government. Her breakthrough achievement came when she genetically modified active cancer cells into dormant ones, significantly reducing the likelihood of reactivation in children. After Oghma shared information about the ancient lore of the Tuatha Dé Danann and apotheosis, this newfound interest sparked a grand vision for her New World. 

Ghyslaine secretly masterminded a human and animal trafficking ring, as well as a theft operation targeting precious British artifacts. By exploiting these illicit resources, Ghyslaine furthered her research by developing simian and mantis serums, collecting DNA and bodily fluid samples, crafting pharmaceuticals from biological materials, designing cybernetic prosthetics, and conducting eugenic experiments. However, British authorities soon uncovered her clandestine activities and issued a warrant for her arrest, forcing Ghyslaine and Oghma to flee. They escaped to the Republic of Bashkortostan, where Ghyslaine assumed a new identity: Manfrida Amadeus. To maintain their empire, they resorted to peddling illicit substances and stolen artifacts, while also sharing sensitive government secrets. Bounty hunters from the British authorities and mercenaries from the Ikari Warriors who pursued her would vanish, leading to a collapse in the pursuit. As fear spread, the remaining hunters and mercenaries backed down, and the bounty on her head was quietly dropped.

After maintaining a low profile for five months, Oghma introduced her to President Marx, who was eager to collaborate with such a talented scientist. This meeting proved pivotal as President Marx successfully persuaded the Chief of the Regular Army to partner with her. Contrary to expectations, the Chief readily agreed. With the Regular Army and President Marx providing substantial funding, she established the Amadeus Syndicate and constructed the Amadeus Mainframe Base in Oceania. In exchange for their support, she agreed to develop cutting-edge weapons and war machines, provide medical services, and conduct scientific and technological experiments. She pioneered numerous innovations, including the development of the E-Armour, Slugnoids, Laser Guns, the Thunder Cloud, the Mobile Satellite, the special suits that high-ranking peacekeeping troops wear, Walking Machines, cyborgs, and a mandatory hospital protocol for uploading human consciousness into cyberspace.

Following a meeting with high-ranking Regular officials at the Joint Military Operations Headquarters to discuss the SV-001 prototype, Protogunner, and esper super soldier program, she crossed paths with Donald Morden. The two forged a cordial bond over dinner at an upscale Genoa restaurant, sharing stories about their lives and future aspirations. Later, while treating Tequila's battle injuries sustained during a skirmish against pirates in Riyadh, she met the seasoned mercenary. Her path would again cross with skilled operatives Gimlet and Red Eye during a visit to the Amadeus Mainframe Base, where they were restocking medical supplies, laser guns, and AR-10 Autorifles.

Impressed by Tequila, Gimlet, and Red Eye's exceptional combat skills and accomplishments, she conceived an idea: transforming them into super soldiers. However, recognizing the untimeliness of such a proposal, she opted to put the notion on hold, biding her time. She decided to befriend them in order to appear friendly and trustworthy. Gimlet welcomed her with open arms, while Red Eye warmed up to her gradually. However, it took a lot more effort to win Tequila over.

In 2010, utilising advanced Martian cloning technology, she created Nadia through a test tube in an underground laboratory owned by the Amadeus Syndicate in Quimper, France. Her goal was twofold: to produce the perfect heir to the Amadeus Syndicate by creating a woman of science and militarism, and to experiment with clone physiology and psychology. To foster an independent sense of identity, she kept Nadia's true status as an imperfect clone a secret, allowing her to believe she was her own person. Additionally, she withheld information about Nadia's family legacy to prevent her from questioning the Amadeus Syndicate's motives or abandoning her research, which was crucial to realising her vision of the New World.

During her time working with the Regular Army and involvement in President Marx's defence contract endeavours, she developed an artificial intelligence capable of simulating the psychological and sociological behaviours of children as they mature. This AI primarily drew upon research conducted on Nadia, utilising data from the Amadeus Syndicate's files, to which it had authorised access to. Initially dubbed Young Deus, a nod to her legally changed name, the AI's language use and responses to commands resembled those of a child, but its programming quickly evolved to mimic the characteristics of a mature adolescent.

Upon learning of her advanced artificial intelligence, the Chief of the Regular Army and President Marx urged her to adapt it for military applications. She subsequently transformed Young Deus into Iron Fortress, reprogramming it to commandeer enemy tanks and utilise them to safeguard Amadeus Syndicate members and registered affiliates, thereby promoting global peace and security.

However, Iron Fortress' flaws became catastrophically apparent during a guerrilla warfare incident in the southern United States. The AI mistakenly identified Regular Army urban troops as hostile forces and attempted to neutralise them, prioritising the protection of perceived innocent civilians who were, in reality, criminal insurgents. Recognizing the devastating potential of Iron Fortress, she swiftly shut it down and sequestered the virus in a secure, isolated compartment within her files. This decision brought relief to the Chief of the Regular Army but dismayed President Marx. Unbeknownst to them, she secretly redeveloped Iron Fortress into the White Baby computer virus. This revamped iteration could bypass the primary military systems of nations worldwide via the internet.

Three months before the Great Morden War, the alliance between the Amadeus Syndicate and the Regular Army shattered. The relationship imploded due to the Amadeus Syndicate's secretive creation of a bioweapon designed to further their plans for global domination, utilising the excavated extraterrestrial entity on Ultima Thule for experimentation. Additionally, Doctor Amadeus was involved in the sexual assault of Marco Rossi to harvest his DNA and semen samples. The Amadeus Syndicate also transformed innocent Regular Army troops into Mutated Soldiers and created terrifying creatures, including the Chowmein-Conga and Enormous Morays, on Pallas Island and in the Oro Sol Ruins. The final blow was the illicit plundering of advanced Tuatha Dé Danann technology from Scrap Island, native villages, and ancient Ajirabian ruins, aided by pirates and the Phantom Strike.

Ptolemaios offered refuge to Doctor Amadeus, Oghma, and their team of scientists and soldiers, fleeing the impending Great Morden War. Furthermore, Ptolemaios deployed his troops to support the Syndicate Infantry, repelling the Regular Army's assault on the Amadeus Mainframe Base, securing a decisive victory. During the war, she seized the opportunity to advance her research on her groundbreaking bioweapon, known as Wysteria. In addition to this, she designed cutting-edge weaponry and fully head-covering gas masks for the Ptolemaic Army. Meanwhile, she chose to keep Ptolemaios company, having observed his loneliness, and used this chance to forge a deeper connection with him. Through their interactions, she discreetly laid the groundwork for a potential future alliance.

Following the Great Morden War, General Morden forged an alliance with her, entrusting her with the bodies of Tequila, Gimlet, and Red Eye. United by a shared vision, they aimed to revolutionise these individuals into super soldiers, resulting in the creation of semi-clones. She integrated their recently updated digital consciousness into a biomechanical brain and nervous system. The experiments she conducted would heavily alter the three individuals: Gimlet and Tequila were imbued with psionic energy, while Red Eye received a Super Devil form and two new abilities. She ensured that they couldn’t recall the circumstances of their death, aware that such memories would pose significant risks to their loyalty and effectiveness within the Rebel Army and Amadeus Syndicate. In the heavily fortified basement of the Amadeus Mainframe Base, she maintained Tequila, Gimlet, and Red Eye in cryogenic stasis, alongside Wysteria, ensuring their secure containment.

[bardic-tales]

Day 19 | Diana Ravenscroft | Day 21

31 days of FF 7 Headcanons: Day 20: Encounter with a Summon

Today’s entry delves into Diana Ravenscroft’s clinical and unsentimental perspective on Summon creatures: entities that, in her eyes, are neither divine nor awe-inspiring, but rather data-rich projections born of stress and programmed memory. As a senior researcher under Shinra’s Project N, Diana doesn’t summon creatures herself. Instead, she studies the neurological and metaphysical implications of their use in high-stakes VR combat trials.

This piece explores how her encounters with these constructs deepen her obsession with controlling the divine through science.

Possible Trigger Warnings: body horror, clinical detachment, discussion of unethical experimentation, psychological manipulation, scientific dehumanization, human rights violations, weaponization of trauma

I know wrong game. lol

Diana Ravenscroft has never summoned a creature herself, such things are beneath her and fall outside her scientific discipline. However, she has encountered them frequently in a professional capacity during Project N’s combat trials, which utilized high-intensity VR simulations, under the Shinra Combat Simulator, designed to mimic the chaos of real-world battlefields.

Within these trials, elite SOLDIER candidates with N01's celestial dna were pushed to their limits to try to force their degradation, often triggering Summon materia under extreme physiological stress. These simulations were critical data points for Diana, who monitored the neural response patterns of subjects as they accessed and interacted with Summons.

She found the phenomenon fascinating: not because of any awe the Summons inspired but because they revealed key insights into the way memory, stress, and metaphysical energy converge in the human brain. Summons, after all, are not tangible beings. They are ephemeral echoes, memory-based constructs triggered through materia, which itself is crystallized knowledge of the Planet.

The SOLDIERs weren’t summoning real 'monsters'. They were unlocking echoes embedded in the Lifestream and projecting them temporarily into the simulated battlefield. Diana’s focus was not on the beasts themselves, but on what they revealed about the relationship between materia resonance, SOLDIER degradation, and enhanced neural function in the augmented mind.

Her most significant observation occurred during Trial N-042, where a SOLDIER candidate under duress activated Shiva. The subject’s brain patterns shifted rapidly. Diana recorded a spike in hypothalamic activity, paralleled by a burst of mako-reactive synaptic energy.

There was no divine presence, or no infernal consciousness. There was only a projection driven by fear, power, and programmed memory. Diana recorded the event clinically, unmoved by the ice tearing through the virtual battlefield. When the Summon vanished, as all of them inevitably do, she noted the subject’s post-trigger neurological exhaustion with more interest than the display itself.

To Diana, Summons are evidence of the Planet’s capacity to encode memories into crystalline format: materia as the fossilized moments of Gaia’s history. They are useful tools for evaluating combat performance and gauging a subject’s synchronization rate with mako-infused materia. They are not sacred. They are not divine. They are memory-programs or glorified hallucinations given form by stress and script, and her job is to break down the biological implications of their use. She files them alongside every other anomaly: to be measured, analyzed, and ultimately exploited for Shinra's goals.

This detached approach to Summons reflects Diana’s greater arc as a scientist obsessed with unraveling divine, demonic power, and humanity's eventual immortality. She isn’t interested in what Summons are so much as what they do to human physiology and the mind. Their fleeting presence in the Shinra Combat Simulator only further convinces her of one truth. The divine is not unknowable. It’s measurable, replicable, and, eventually, controllable for progress.

For Diana, the Summon is just another variable in a much larger equation. The real prize lies in extracting and weaponizing the source code behind miracles.

[boredtechnologist]

Persona 1 & 2: The First Lie the Mind Believed

"People don’t have memories. Memories have people."

"Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate." - Carl Jung

Before death had a face, before fog learned to whisper, before rebellion became a prison painted red - there was a crack in the mirror.

Persona 1 and 2 aren’t beginnings. They are the first signs of collapse. Not of the world, but of consensus.

You don’t play them to win. You play them to see how reality dies the first time-quietly, politely, with a rumor.

Persona 1: The Hallucination of Stability

It starts as a game. A classroom ritual. A dare. "Let’s play Persona."

And then: collapse.

Walls twist. Hallways warp. Hospitals become labyrinths. Shadows spill from the seams of consciousness-not because something has entered, but because something has awakened.

And at the center of it all: Maki Sonomura.

Maki is not sick. She is split-into ideal, resentful, and forgotten selves. Her body remains in the hospital, but her soul becomes a map of what the mind erases to stay functional.

She is not the dreamer. She is the dream, shattered and rearranged by a mind that can no longer endure contradiction.

Your enemies are not demons. They are extrusions of thought. Manifested fears. Glitches in shared perception.

No one questions it. They adapt.

This isn’t the discovery of power. It’s the loss of epistemology. A world that runs on belief instead of structure.

And your Persona? It is not a guardian. It is the part of you willing to live inside the dream if it means not waking up.

"The persona is that which in reality one is not, but which oneself as well as others think one is." - Carl Jung, Psychological Types

Persona 2: The Rumor That Became God

In Innocent Sin and Eternal Punishment, truth is a virus.

Speak a lie long enough, and it fossilizes into fact. Say there are Nazis on the moon-and they appear. Say a man in a mask kills those who call him-and he answers.

Joker isn’t a villain. He’s a resonance pattern-the incarnation of rage, rejection, and forgotten pain. The unintegrated Shadow of a city that grew tired of remembering its wounds.

Reality is no longer a shared hallucination. It’s a negotiated trauma.

The final boss isn’t a monster. It’s the past itself-the version of events you couldn’t survive, so you rewrote it.

You killed memory to preserve function. You buried a sin so deep it rewrote the world.

And now, it’s waking up again.

At the heart of it stands Tatsuya Suou.

Tatsuya’s silence isn’t brooding. It’s terror.

He doesn’t speak because he knows what language does.

It summons. It transforms. It destroys.

He remembers what everyone else chose to forget.

"A lie would make no sense unless the truth were felt as dangerous." - Carl Jung

And Maya Amano, smiling even as the world cracks again, carries the unbearable task: to convince others that hope is possible while knowing they will have to erase it to survive.

By the end, you don’t save anyone. You make a deal: forget, again. Erase the wound. Seal the loop.

Hope becomes a licensed amnesia.

The Velvet Room: Origin of the Pact

It’s there, even then.

The elevator to nowhere. The room between mind and symbol.

The Velvet Room is not introduced. It is revealed-as if it had always been there, waiting for the first fracture. Waiting for you to be desperate enough to make a contract.

It’s quiet, cold, and generous. But it doesn’t heal you. It offers containment.

Your Personas are born not from growth, but from wound-shaping-a taxonomy of internal damage, systematized and weaponized.

You are not becoming whole.

You are learning to carry your fragmentation more effectively.

"I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become." - Carl Jung (But Persona 1 & 2 ask: what if what happened to you is all that’s left?)

Persona 1 & 2: The Origin of Recursion

These aren’t stories about self-discovery. They are stories about the failure of integration.

The self cracks. The world bends to compensate. Myths emerge. Shadows follow.

And rather than repair the mind, the world itself is rewritten to accommodate its fractures.

"Neurosis is always a substitute for legitimate suffering." - Carl Jung

By the time we reach Persona 3, death becomes ritual. You don’t just live with death-you rehearse it daily, gun to head, pretending that summoning your will is anything but surrender. The only way to stay alive is to simulate your own erasure until the void accepts you as familiar.

In Persona 4, denial becomes fog. The world doesn’t end-it drifts quietly out of focus, buried beneath a smile and a shopping trip. Every truth is softened, blurred, swallowed, until even your own face becomes a version you can live with but never believe in.

In Persona 5, rebellion becomes ideology. The chains you break are made of smoke, and the mask you wear was crafted by the very system you think you’re defying. You don’t rise up-you’re allowed to rise, so long as your rage fits the shape of entertainment.

But in 1 and 2?

Those illusions aren’t worn yet. They are being invented.

You don’t fight to protect the world.

You fight because you are afraid the world is already gone - and no one told you yet.

We Never Had a Choice

If Persona 3–5 is the funeral procession, then Persona 1 and 2 are the autopsy report.

They tell us when it started. How the wound formed. Why the mask was necessary.

And they show us the one unbearable truth behind it all:

You don’t summon a Persona to become strong. You summon one because you’re not sure you were ever real to begin with.

"The privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are." - Carl Jung (But in Persona 1 & 2, that privilege never arrives. It is deferred, distorted-or worse, denied.)

[archangel-metatron]

The Religion of Atheism as a Weapon: Government-Funded Science vs. Christianity

🐋 1. Whale Fossils on Mountain Tops: A Catastrophic Deposit

Modern whale carcasses decompose quickly—within weeks to months—leaving no chance for slow uplift preservation.

Yet we find fully articulated whale skeletons in places like Wadi al-Hitan in Egypt and even on mountain ranges.

These are best explained by megatsunamis during a global flood, not slow-and-gradual tectonics.

🧪 2. Radiometric Dating Under Scrutiny

🔸 2.1 Mt. St. Helens: Lava Dated Millions of Years Old

A K-Ar test on the 1986 lava dome gave ages from 0.35 Ma to 2.8 Ma, when its true age is just decades .

Even young historic flows in Hawaii (1800), Átna (1792), Lassen (1915), and Crater (AD 1064–65) returned ages of 0.1–1.6 million years .

Critics admit the test lab’s equipment was not designed for young samples, yet creationists argue this shows excess argon contamination from the magma itself .

🔸 2.2 Dating Assumptions Are Flawed

Radiometric dating depends on:

1. Zero initial daughter isotope at formation.

2. Closed system – no leaks or additions.

3. Constant decay rates throughout history.

These three conditions are not possible.

There is constant bombardment of various radiations of varying levels throughout history and no way to track them as yet. There are materials including meteorites and asteroids which are constantly bombarding the Earth even now.

The 1986 Mt. St. Helens argon came from gas trapped in the magma—invalidating the zero‑initial-daughter assumption .

Lab contamination also skews results due to **argon “memory”** .

Decay rates may have been dramatically accelerated in the past (as hypothesized by the RATE Project) .

🔸 2.3 Circular Logic and Cherry-Picking

Scientists often reject outlying dates rather than questioning the method .

Young-earth groups found billion-year ages for recent Grand Canyon lava flows—they exposed and dismissed them to protect the accepted timeline .

🌊 3. The Global Flood Model: Coherent Explanation

A worldwide deluge with massive tectonic disruption and tsunamis accounts for:

Marine fossils atop mountains.

Mixed fossil beds of terrestrial and aquatic creatures.

Rapid burial preserving delicate structures.

Mainstream slow-geology cannot account for intact fossils, fresh whale skeletons, or global sediment layers without logical leaps.

🎓 4. Institutionalized Pseudoscience & Atheistic Agenda

Radiometric dating and deep-time teaching are embedded in publicly funded education, museums, journals, and grant-funded research.

The system tolerates no major challenges—even when mountaintop fossils and dating anomalies persist.

This creates a state-backed orthodoxy, where dissent is suppressed as "anti-science" or religious fanaticism.

📌 Key Citations & Sources

Topic Source Summary

Mt. St. Helens dating anomaly Creationism.org / ICR 1986 lava dated at 0.35–2.8 Ma

Historic flows misdated Creation magazine Hawaii & NZ flows misdated at millions of years

Equipment unsuited for young rocks TalkOrigins & Skeptoid Labs disclaim accuracy below 2 Ma

Argon contamination explanations USGS studies & ICR & bible.ca Argon diffuses at moderate heat

RATE project exposing decay acceleration Reddit summary Scientists assumed accelerated decay

Modern dating success example Reddit debunk 1959 Kīlauea flow accurately dated

🛠️ Conclusion & Call to Action

Whale fossils on mountaintops, dating failures on known eruptions, and variable decay rates all challenge the mainstream chronology.

What’s commonly taught today is ideology disguised as science, advancing atheism under the guise of objectivity.

The biblical flood model offers a consistent, evidence-based alternative—echoed by fossil records, mythology, and geology.

[sparky-is-spiders]

For whatever flight rising/TMA overlap exists, tell me:

No “see results,” pick one or go. No pressure, but if you wanted to explain your choice I'd be more than happy to hear it <3. Descriptions of each flight under the cut (copy/pasted from the wiki lmao), for those not on FR.

(Also, just in case, no martin or jm mentions please. I don’t want him in my notifs.)

Earth - The earth dragons of Dragonhome are monument builders. They prefer the consistency and eternal memory of the stone they shape. Of all the dragons, Earth dragons revere their ancestors the most fervently, and remember the most about the First Age. Gemstones are their favored treasures. The eyes of Earth dragons are brown.

Fire - The fire dragons of Ashfall Waste are metalworkers. They prefer to be as passionate and intense as the flames they coax. Of all the dragons, Fire dragons are the most temperamental, and their red-hot fury knows no peers. Rare metal ores, weapons, statues, and tools are their favored treasures. The eyes of Fire dragons are orange.

Wind - The wind dragons of the Windswept Plateau are explorers. They prefer to be joyful and carefree, like the gentle and playful breezes that whisk them to new lands. Of all the dragons, Wind dragons are the most friendly. In that spirit, they are eager to become a small part of every community they encounter before they eventually and inevitably leave, following the currents in pursuit of a new adventure. Maps, compasses, and feathers are their favored treasures. The eyes of Wind dragons are chartreuse and spring green.

Water - The water dragons of the Sea of a Thousand Currents are oracles. They prefer to be as fluid as the waves and currents of the oceans. Of all the dragons, Water dragons are the most mysterious, predicting the many futures that may come to pass, but revealing nothing of what they divine to outsiders. Shells and magic orbs are their favored treasures. The eyes of Water dragons are blue.

Shadow - The shadow dragons of the Tangled Wood are tricksters. They prefer to be capricious and fickle, like the flickering shadows they manipulate. Of all the dragons, Shadow dragons are the most enthralled by games, and delight most in winning—even if it means doing so underhandedly. Game boards, tokens, and pieces are their favored treasures. The eyes of Shadow dragons are violet.

Ice - The ice dragons of the Southern Icefield are collectors. They prefer to be as rigid and cold as winter's chill. Of all the dragons, Ice dragons are the least emotional, carefully preserving the world around them to be later analyzed and catalogued. Fossils and artifacts are their favored treasures. The eyes of Ice dragons range from white to pale blue.

Lightning - The lightning dragons of the Shifting Expanse are engineers. They prefer to be quick and intuitive, so as to better harness the power of the tempest under which they make their home. Of all the dragons, Lightning dragons are the most ambitious, changing the world to adapt to them, rather than adapting to the world. Copper wire, tools, and reactors are their favored treasures. The eyes of Lightning dragons are cyan.

Light - The light dragons of the Sunbeam Ruins are philosophers. They prefer to be unbiased and logical, revealing the nature of the world as do rays of the sun's light. Of all the dragons, Light dragons are the most scholarly, holding the pursuit of truth as the highest virtue a dragon might aspire to. Scrolls and relics are their favored treasures. The eyes of Light dragons are golden.

Nature - The nature dragons of the Viridian Labyrinth are druids. They prefer to be as wild and primal as the ancient forests they call their home. Of all the dragons, Nature dragons are the most nurturing, enjoying the care and cultivation of flora and fauna, spreading an overgrowth of life where once there was none. Seeds and rare flowers are their favored treasures. The eyes of Nature dragons are green.

Plague - The plague dragons of the Scarred Wasteland are survivors. They prefer to be as strong and adaptable as the disease they spread. Of all the dragons, Plague dragons are the most savage, and celebrate the cycle of life and death by constantly pitting themselves against the other elements. The bones and armor of their enemies are their favored treasures. The eyes of Plague dragons are red.

Arcane - The arcane dragons of Starfall Isles are dreamers. They prefer the allure of the unknown and mysterious nature of the magical energies that bind the universe together. Of all dragons, Arcane dragons are the most curious, pursuing their theories and their dreams, often oblivious to the effects that their dogged pursuits may have on the world around them. Meteors and runestones are their favored treasures. The eyes of Arcane dragons are pink and magenta/purple.

[heartshapedbubble]

Welcome back!!!!! Missed you so much. Hope you're doing well :)

Was wondering if I could request Burke being a grandpa to little girl. Since you aren't taking oneshot or fanfic reqs I was wondering if it could be lile in headcanon form? Idk, anythibg that you're comfortable with :)

Hope you aren't uncomfortable with the ask and if you don't want to do it for whatever reason thats ok!

Have a nice day 💖💖💖💖

HI ANON!! life's alright rn, hope ur doing great too💓💓

of course! here you go and enjoy ^_^

burke lapadura being a grandpa to memory hcs🔨🧸

burke is a very carefree but nontheless a caring grandpa!

beneath the surface burke really loves kids :) he just sucks at displaying affection in general

some hunters would call his behavior irresponsible

...like letting memory stick her finger into his bottle of vodka and taste it

to which he responds with a simple *shoo* motion with his hand

like would you rather have her try a harmless drop of alcohol or learn how to pallet stun you to death at 8 years old smh🙄🙄young people these days

refers to himself as "old man" and "grumpy old"guy", even "fossil" occasionaly

always fixes memory's dolls once they tear!

^proposed installing mechanical limbs and laser eyes but took it back once he saw the concern in her eyes

when he falls asleep grandpa style™ on the sofa while watching TV he often wakes up with a face full of badly applied makeup

(by memory, of course)

and he'd let her bake his face even if he was awake 🫡‼️ he'd go on and call himself a "pretty princess" for her

jumping back to burke's irresponsibility, back in his workshop he has a shit ton of prototypes and weapons eagerly waiting to be tested

..and, honestly, is there a better person to test them other than his beloved granddaughter? there's no child out there that dislikes pushing colorful buttons and detonating bombs! (safety first tho)

his babysitting is 50/50 honestly. either he watches over her every move like an eagle or he peacefully reads as she runs around in circles

rule no1 in the manor: never, and by that i mean NEVER let burke in the kitchen.

it's not even the fact that he sucks at cooking, it's just that he's so used to the speed and precision of his machines that he rages whenever the freezer gets stuck or the oven is not hot enough

^so it's a bit of a hassle when memory wants some warm milk alongside her cookies.

"keep away from the kitchen for some time sweetie, grandpa is trying not to give himself 3rd degree burns while using a microwave!"

sometimes memory ends up spending the entire day in his workshop helping him

and trust me, working with burke is a BLAST (literally and metaphorically)

burke likes fishing in his free time so i believe he and memory would go on fishing trips together :)

definetly has one of those funny snapbacks that say stuff like "fish want me women fear me"

even if they don't catch anything it's the quality time that matters!

reads memory her favourite bed time stories! of course, his narrating isn't as good as orpheus's, but he tries to voice each character differently so that's immediately a plus

[sonicasura]

After the tour of Phos's ship and getting too see a Spectrobe fossil getting revived for himself it was time too get this adventure started. Phos sent there ship up into the sky too stay safe so no on would accidently come across it. Something that had Link eyes widen in sheer wonder. Phos would call it down later for too use the Lab and Revival Station when ever they need too revive a Spectrobe Fossil or tinker with there equipment.

Now since Kakariko was first on the list thay meant going along there current road towards the Dueling Peaks. Though after that they would have too be a bit careful. Link's map on what was called a Sheikah Slate was very incomplete. Acvording too Link the massive towers that were scattered about Hyrule could fill in a good portion of the Slate's map for a that region the tower was loacted in. The only reall hiccup was that Link need too get too the Top of the Tower and basically downloaded the map of the region.

Phos didn't know why the Sheikah Slate didn't alreadu have a full map, would have been a big help! But beggers can't be choosers and all that...

With that out of the way the duo began the long trek too Kakariko. Though this gave both a good chance too futher talk and get too know each other.Link started off with questions for Phos, curiositu still running high.

Phos's equipment was a topic of conversation for a quite a while. Both there digging and battle equipment fascinated Link. There Glove which could be used too stun enemies, there Blaster which was great for aerial combat, too even there sword and shield. Than there digging equipment, there Drill, Recovery Tool, Sonic Tool etc. All of it was just so new too Link.

When Phos turn for question came around they asked basic get too know you questions. Favorite Food? Well Link could not quite remember but he does think that syeak was a favorite as when he cooked up steak with some rock salt he had found he really liked it and it gave him the feeling that he had it before. Which was good as while Phos didn't know a lot about in depth medical stuff they do know that someone who is suffering from amnesia it is important that they go outside, eat, read, visit places, experience the sights, tastes and sounds as they can trigger memories. Which gave both Phos and Link hope that Link's memories would return soon.

Anyway back too questions. Do you remember how got so good wielding all those different weapons? Again Link assumed that he trained frequently in all weapons before he was put into the shrine. Link wonders...how long did he train exactly? Was it when he was young or was it when he was older? Did he prefer one weapon over another? Well Link already had that answer as his swordmanship came the most natural too him.

Phos: A skilled Swordman I see! Did you have any special moves you can remember? A signature sword perhaps?

Link stopped at that last question, which worried Phos that they had said something wrong. Link however immediately snapped out of it and soothed there worry.

Said that the signature sword question sparked something in him.

Unfortunately as quickly as it came it went

Afterwards the questions countinued on there travel.

Bouncing back and forth between the duo

They camped as they travelled, gathering food, materials, and weapons for Link too use as they just kept on breaking. They fought monsters called Bokoblins and Moblins and fought a Bokoblin that was using a mop as a weapon

Times are tough for everyone the duo guessed.

Eventually they came across the Shekiah Tower at the Dueling Peaks. Which Link expertly climbed and gained a map of there current region.

The trek through the Dueling peaks was actually pretty easy, as Daigyo swam along nex ttoo Link and Phos, easily blasting away the Bokoblins and scarring away the Octoroks. The Lizalfos proved tougher and braver foes but Link even with the chipped and rusted equipment dispatched them along with Phos's help as Daigyo terrorized the Bokoblins. After the fight was over Link even got too keep the Lizalfos equipme t which was sturdier and stronger the his previous equipment. After they got passed the Dueling Peaks, Phos returned Daigyo so they cpuld rest and Link and Phos were both thankful for a stable too be right there for them too stay at.

The stable was great as that meant a place too sleep, get grub, and buy supplies.

After they sold some loot they collected along the way too get some rupees, Hyrule's currency as Phos learned.

Soon they got themselves a bed, a meal, and new clothes for Link. Link had been running around in old clothes that were a touch too small. Phos felt bad as they unfortunately only had clothes on there ship in there size ( Which Phos would make sure too be better prepared later) so Link had been stuck with the ancient clothing.

Thankfully a merchant by the name of Beetle had a set of standard Hylian Garments which were Link's size and Beetle decided too extent a olive branch too Link when saw the state of Link's clothes and slash the price of the garments in half.

So now Link and Phos were getting ready too bed. Ready too get too Kakariko tommorow so Link get finally get some long awaited answers

Smart move to keep the ship out of reach. Considering the state Hyrule is in, attempts at pillaging the thing would be too ridiculous for Phos' taste. They do keep track about what seems to trigger a familiar sensation for Link.

I imagine Phos accidentally gives Beedle a mission when they bring out Vilanox for a fight and someone sees the Spectrobe. The wandering trader loves insects so an unknown beetle monster rumor would definitely grab his attention.

[cloudcountry]

to be honest its incredibly irritating to me that mc sees "the future of humanity" through vlad's memories and is like "no...! how could this have happened!! i'm filled with despair..." like girl how ignorant ARE you? are you just blissfully unaware of all the fossil fuels we're burning and all the habitats we're destroying and all the water we're sucking up and all the weapons we're creating and all the chemicals we're pumping into the oceans and our atmosphere and how many entire species we have wiped off the face of the earth?

like yeah okay i get it the mc has to be a sweet kind hearted angel with a bleeding heart that feels the deepest despair and surprise over every negative occurrence but you cannot sit here and tell me that you, as a human being from the future, did not see that future coming. how naive can you be?!?!?!

[karl-cain-1]

GOD WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU 🙏 🙌 even if you sin or fall in battle dust your self off Dry your eyes and get back up again more stronger 💪 powerfuller than before. .KCAIN ARE THESE PREHISTORIC ANIMALS STILL ALIVE OUT THERE IN THE WORLDS OCEANS ONLY 5% OF THE EARTHS 🌎 OCEANS HAVE BEEN EXPLORED DISCOVERED. WHY IS THE WORLD KEEPING ALL THESE SECRETS FROM US. ???? KCAIN ITS A BLOODY SHAME WE ALL HAVE A RIGHT TO KNOW THE TRUTH. KCAIN. THEIR WERE. TECHNOLOGY ELECTRICITY AND NUCLEAR POWER 🔋 BULBS AND BATTERYS IN THE ANCIENT TIMES AND FLYING MACHINES. AND NUCLEAR WEAPONS WHEN SAND OR STONE IS TURNED TO GLASS IN EXPLOSIONS. WE ARE HUMANS TODAY WITH AMNESIA OF THE ANCIENT TIMES BEFORE THE LORD OUR GOD RESET THE PLANET WITH A FLOOD THST TURNED THE TITANS GIANTS TO STONE BOILING HOT FLOOD VOLCANIC TURNED THE MUSCLES FLESH AND BONES IN TO PETRIFIED GIANTS TITANS TURNED TO STONE JUST LIKE POMPEII TURNED TO STONE. . KCAINLIKE GOD UNSEEN INVISIBLE SUPERNATURAL. THE WIND AND OTHER ENERGY'S YOU CAN SEE WHAT IT DOES BEND TREES BLOW LEAVES DOWN STREET BLOW YOUR HAT OFF AND SCARF. PUSH YOU BACK WHEN YOUR WALKING FORWARD DOWN STREET BUT YOU CANT SEE THE POWER IS INVISIBLE UNSEEN BUT YOU CAN SEE WHAT IT DOES JUST LIKE GOD AND THE ANGELS GOOD AND EVIL ANGELS ENTITYS. SUPERNATURAL. AMEN. KCAINTHESE PETRIFIED GIANTS TITANS ARE AS BIG AS GODZILLA 🐲 THEY TURNED TO STONE JUST LIKE POMPEII TURNED TO STONE ON EARTH 🌎 WE A RACE WITH AMNESIA. HOW MANY RESETS HAS EARTH HAD ARE WE HEADING FOR A NEW EARTH RESET WITH WORLD WAR ATOMIC WEAPONS ON THE BLINK. WHY DO HUMANS ALWAYS RUINE EVERY THING THEY TOUCH. WHY DOES THE WORLD 🌎 LIE TO THE EARTHS INHABITANTS AND SAY ALL THESE THINGS MUD FOSSILS DID NOT EXZISTED IN ANCIENT TIMES. WE ALL HAVE GOT A RIGHT TO KNOW THE TRUTH ITS OUR PLANET EARTH JUST AS MUCH AS YOURS EARTH IS OUR HOME 🏡 WE HAVE GOT RIGHTS TOO WE DESERVE TO KNOW THE TRUTH YOUR ALL SELFISH VERY SELFISH TO KEEP ALL THIS FROM US ALL VERY IMMATURE. I AM NOT IMPRESSED WITH YOU YOUR ATTITUDES STINK I AM NOT YOUR FRIENDS. AMEN IN THE NAME GOD MY GOODNESS SO PETTY. OVER AND OUT. KCAINPETRIFIED TREES 🌳 THAT GIANTS TITANS CUT DOWN ✂️ IN ANCIENT TIMES BEFORE THE EARTHS RESET 🌎 ARE WE HUMANS ALWAYS HIDEING KNOWLEDGE FROM THE REST OF THE WORLDARE MERMAIDS NOT A MYTH. BUT REALITY ON EARTH 🌎 ONLY 5% OF THIS WORLDS OCEANS HAVE BEEN DISCOVERED BY MAN HUMANS THESE PETRIFIED GIANTS TITANS ARE AS BIG AS GODZILLA 🐲 THEY TURNED TO STONE JUST LIKE POMPEII TURNED TO STONE ON EARTH 🌎 WE A RACE WITH AMNESIA. HOW MANY RESETS HAS EARTH HAD ARE WE HEADING FOR A NEW EARTH RESET WITH WORLD WAR ATOMIC WEAPONS ON THE BLINK. WHY DO HUMANS ALWAYS RUINE EVERY THING THEY TOUCH. THESE PETRIFIED GIANTS TITANS ARE AS BIG AS GODZILLA 🐲 THEY TURNED TO STONE JUST LIKE POMPEII TURNED TO STONE ON EARTH 🌎 WE A RACE WITH AMNESIA NO MEMORY'S .KCAINA. HOUSE OF GOD. 🏠 A MAN OF GOD. 🙏 KCAIN LIKE GOD UNSEEN INVISIBLE SUPERNATURAL. THE WIND AND OTHER ENERGY'S YOU CAN SEE WHAT IT DOES BEND TREES BLOW LEAVES DOWN STREET BLOW YOUR HAT OFF AND SCARF. PUSH YOU BACK WHEN YOUR WALKING FORWARD DOWN STREET BUT YOU CANT SEE THE POWER IS INVISIBLE UNSEEN BUT YOU CAN SEE WHAT IT DOES JUST LIKE GOD AND THE ANGELS GOOD AND EVIL ANGELS ENTITYS. SUPERNATURAL. AMEN. KCAIN