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bubtans · 1 year
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"The Scribe records not only the truth, but the questions it leaves unanswered." Alhaitham: Questions and Silence.
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angstyhikka · 4 months
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We decided to do the most terrible thing possible to Collie - puberty >:^)
The boy becomes stronger. He loses control over his magic, his body constantly morphs and strives to become BIGGER. And the funny thing is that neither the kid nor Philip know what is happening to him, and those who know (Archi and Colibri from TandemAU) do not tell. Archi thus takes revenge on Collie for abandoning their family, and Tandem-Colli, to whom his Archi told everything about puberty long before it began, decided that this was not his problem
The only one who tries to help Collie and give at least a rough idea of ​​puberty is Luz. She has no idea how puberty works for the archivists, but she shares with Collie her knowledge of how it works for humans. It doesn't help much, but Collie now at least knows the name of his "disease"
But the problems don't end there... Collie is horny. And he is very, very ashamed of it. He wants to fuse souls with someone. And due to the fact that the only person close to him is Philip, he begins to think that he is in love with him. And Philip, like a typical anime protagonist, doesn’t understand shit and thinks that Collie is just hungry. THEY HAD A MOMENT when Collie, during their another fight, almost swallowed Philip’s head, and this, as we remember, is the language of love and sympathy for Archi (and probably all archivists, I think). And then Collie quickly came to his senses, pulled back and hovered for a minute, after which he ran away without saying anything. What did Philip do? Philip, our dearest autistic creature, didn’t understand a damn thing and ignored what happened. EVERYONE. Literally EVERYONE NOTICED, only Philip didn’t notice
All this Collier's ignorance about what is happening to him, his inability to put energy somewhere and confusion in feelings lead to the fact that he turns into Collistrophe - the final boss of the anarchist story. He becomes completely uncontrollable, his desires get the better of him, and Armageddon begins on the Boiling Islands. And if previously the residents of BI still somehow put up with what was happening, then THIS case crossed all possible lines. There is no night - it is always day, and no one can sleep no matter how hard they try. Noise, fun and games 24/7!
How will Luz, Hunter and Philip get out of this situation and calm Collie down? WE DON'T KNOW :))) But we'll figure it out
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katzkinder · 2 months
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Layers of Death
Back from vacation! First of all, what the hell happened to the dashboard. this is so ugly, what the fuck
second, I come bearing a gift!
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Specifically about this little word right here, and how clever its use actually for this transformation actually is
The Wiedergänger, as hello-kitty-vampire noted in her translation notes, shares many similarities with the strigoi and is your prototypical "vampire" creature you'll find in many places (kind of makes you wonder why so many different cultures have different versions of the same creature in their legends and where it originated from). The Wiedergänger itself it more of a "ghost," in some regards, arising from a corpse who has unfinished business, typically one where they seek to right some injustice done to them in life, such as Adam being murdered for an action he didn't commit, along with his body being defiled by germaine after he was buried. Germaine is guilty of very, very many accounts of abuse of a corpse.
Ahem.
the real meat of this, for me, is of course the overlap between the wiedergänger and the norse draugr (as if i ever talk about anything else). Unlike your strigoi, wiedergänger, jiangshi, or the mananaangal, just to name a few, the draugr isn't defined by life force sucking, but by their ability to inflict their own state of being, of undead-ness, upon others like a disease. they're also noted for being, well, corpse colored lol, ie, being black or deep blue, the signature colors of our boys up there. Their abilities include shapeshifting, dream walking (and will sometimes leave a physical gift as proof of their presence), and notably will o wisp will mark the boundary between the world of the living and their territory. Why is this notable? Because the "will o wisp" we hear of is the very same foxfire you'll also find in japanese folk tales, an eerie blue fire who leads travelers astray... Much like the blue fire Inner Sloth uses in battle!
One last thing. In the Hrómundar saga Gripssonar, the berserker of the tale transforms himself into a troll which blew fire and possessed long, black claws, leading to the hero to describe the draugr as a sort of cat like entity.
PS: rip mahiru, another legend about these ugly critters is that they would transform into a cat which would grow heavier and heavier as it sat upon its sleeping victim's chest until they suffocated. Cats... Really haven't changed ever, have they?
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upthewitchypunx · 1 year
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I tried posting this and more photos yesterday, but you know how tumblr hates to work properly.
Jackie, the cat that taught me to like cats, left this planet last night.
However, I'm sure he will still be haunting the porch intimidating dogs on the sidewalk and hoping to get pets from delivery drivers and customers picking up their orders.
We are very sad, but we knew this was coming with the progression of his kidney disease. Jackie has had a long and wonderful existence and has touched the lives of so many of our friends, housemates, and houseguests over the years. He's appeared in numerous zines and shared porch chats with many folks who have visited from all over the world.
He's been our #catboss since moving the shop back into the house during the pandemic and I'm so happy to have had these years working from home to spend more of it with him, even if he kept stealing my chair.
If you had the pleasure of meeting this handsome and distinguished creature, you were lucky.
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rippleclan · 30 days
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RippleClan: Moon 27
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Graythroat returns to camp with a bleeding tail and stories of a dead fox.
[Image ID: Graythroat stands proud while the text under her reads + CONDITION: BITE WOUND. Fennelspot and Downstar sit together in the upper corner.]
Downstar was not supposed to be so cooperative.
Fennelspot was only a couple moons younger than Downstar, so he vividly remembered how she plagued his apprenticeship; spunky and wild Downpaw would limp into the medicine den with scraps and bruises from her latest misadventure, with Shadowsun sighing behind her. At first, Fennelspot’s mentor Yellowflower gladly treated her, but she was in the medicine den so much, she finally said that young Fennelpaw would treat Downpaw for whatever injury or illness she brought in. It prepared Fennelspot well for being Downstar’s first cleric and for caring for her equally troublesome children.
Fennelspot remembered when Downstar broke a rib not long before he got his full name. No matter how much he insisted she had to rest, she wouldn’t stay in her nest, insisting she could watch over the nursery or guard camp or do whatever it was she thought interesting at the time. That was just her way. Now, though…
Downstar spent most of her time in her den, resting. When Fennelspot entered to check her leg or help her exercise, Downstar listened without fuss. She groomed her leg, kept it still, and took whatever advice Fennelspot gave her without question.
Something was deeply wrong with Downstar.
Fennelspot was deep in his worries as he placed a new splint on Downstar’s leg when suddenly, a manic laugh broke through camp. Both Fennelspot and Downstar’s heads snapped up as the strange laugh drew closer. Fennelspot left Downstar’s den just as others in the camp, in the midst of naps or sharing tongues, looked out of their dens to find the source of the odd sound.
“Hali!” the source of the laugh yowled. “Shadow! You won’t believe it!” Graythroat marched into camp with wild eyes and a tall tail. Foreign blood smeared her muzzle while her own dribbled down her legs from a huge wound on her tail. 
“Graythroat, what did you do?” Fennelspot gasped. He ran at Graythroat and forced her to a stop. RippleClan gathered behind him, staring at Graythroat’s bloody face. Halibutdusk and Shadowdrop pushed through the crowd, standing on either side of their sister.
“What did I do?” Graythroat laughed, flicking her tail as though it wasn’t bleeding profusely. “What did I do? Let me tell you, I killed a fox!” She cackled once more, giving Fennelspot just enough time to shove her flank down and pin her tail for a better look at the wound.
“You killed a fox?” Rattlepaw gasped, peeking out from behind Rabbitjoy and Carnationspeckle.
“Gray…” Halibutdusk gulped. The young warrior studied Fennelspot as he groomed the blood around Graythroat’s wound. It was no doubt a fox bite; Fennelspot didn’t know another creature with such a long mouth and sharp punctures. Still, Graythroat must have thrashed her tail hard in the fox’s grasp. There were multiple smaller bites that tore across the skin.
“There I was,” Graythroat said, ducking slightly as though stalking through the forest, “enjoying some time alone, when I see the biggest, fattest, reddest fox I have ever seen in my life, just mouse-lengths from the border!”
“Graythroat, you’ve only ever seen one fox,” Halibutdusk sighed.
“It was outside our territory?” Shadowdrop asked. 
“I wasn’t going to let it come in,” Graythroat scoffed. “It was the greatest fight of our generation. Our fangs dug into each other, we tumbled to and through—”
“And you can keep telling the story once I treat your wound!” Fennelspot snapped. “StarClan knows what diseases a fox could have. Medicine den, now.” Graythroat groaned, tilting her head back as far as it could go. Still, she obeyed (with a nudge from Halibutdusk). 
As Fennelspot led Graythroat (and most of the Clan) to the medicine den, he caught Downstar’s eyes shining from her den. Fennelspot should have been snapping at her to rest her leg as she made sure Graythroat was okay, or at least question her as to why she would attack a fox who had done nothing wrong. But Downstar was still. She just watched Graythroat bleed. Fennelspot had been aware of Graythroat’s issues for a while, but Downstar… 
She scared him.
(Fennelspot: 84, male, cleric, insecure, trusted advisor, incredible runner)
(Downstar: 86, female, leader, adventurous, trusted advisor, very clever)
(Graythroat: 19, female, caretaker, fierce, trusted advisor)
(Rattlepaw: 10, female, artisan apprentice, insecure, plays with prey)
(Halibutdusk: 19, male, warrior, gloomy, great storyteller, clever)
(Shadowdrop: 19, male, codekeeper, sneaky, eloquent speaker, good teacher)
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Rattlepaw teaches Carnationspeckle and Oilstripe a special dance in the water.
[Image ID: Rattlepaw waits for Carnationspeckle and Oilstripe as Carnationspeckle says “I’ll dance if she will!” Under Carnationspeckle, it says LEVEL UP! TALENTED SWIMMER -> FISH-LIKE SWIMMER. Under Oilstripe, it says LEVEL UP! GHOST SIGHT -> GHOST SPEAKER.]
(Rattlepaw: 10, female, artisan apprentice, insecure, plays with prey)
(Carnationspeckle: 29, female, caretaker, compassionate, fish-like swimmer)
(Oilstripe: 31, female, historian, charismatic, ghost speaker)
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transbookoftheday · 9 months
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🧛 Trans Vampire Books 🧛
Can't get enough of What We Do In The Shadows? Read some trans vampire books!
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A whirlwind romance between an eccentric archivist and a grieving widow explores what it means to be at home in your own body in this clever, humorous, and heartfelt novel. When archivist Sol meets Elsie, the larger than life widow of a moderately famous television writer who’s come to donate her wife’s papers, there’s an instant spark. But Sol has a secret: he suffers from an illness called vampirism, and hides from the sun by living in his basement office. On their way to falling in love, the two traverse grief, delve into the Internet fandom they once unknowingly shared, and navigate the realities of transphobia and the stigmas of carrying the “vampire disease.” Then, when strange things start happening at the collection, Sol must embrace even more of the unknown to save himself and his job. DEAD COLLECTIONS is a wry novel full of heart and empathy, that celebrates the journey, the difficulties and joys, in finding love and comfort within our own bodies.
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In becoming a vampire, I’m less than a girl. And more. Or maybe I’m becoming what I always have been, deep inside. A blade. When nineteen-year-old Fin volunteers to take her secret love’s place in their village’s Finding, she is terrified. Those who are chosen at the Finding are whisked away to Castle Courtsheart, a vampire school where human students either succeed and become vampires, fail and spend the rest of their lives as human thralls…or they don’t survive long enough to become either. Fin is determined to forge a different path: learn how to kill the undead and get revenge for her mother, who was taken by the vampires years ago. But Courtsheart is as captivating as it is deadly, and Fin is quickly swept up in her new world and its inhabitants - particularly Gavron, her handsome and hostile vampire maker, whose blood is nothing short of intoxicating. As Fin begins to discover new aspects of her own identity and test her newfound powers, she stumbles across a string of murders that may be connected to a larger ritual - one with potentially lethal consequences for vampires and humans alike. Fin must uncover the truth and find the killer before she loses her life…or betrays her own heart.
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ARC 1, IN WHICH: A cute punk-rock vampire and a disabled firefighter-turned-mall-cop with a dark past join forces to battle the forces of evil. Jude used to leap out of helicopters to rescue/protect people from terrifying infernos. Now, by day, he protects the local mall from rowdy teenagers who ride their skateboards inside. By night, he protects the the parking lot, and the rest of Portland, from undead, bloodsucking creatures of the darkness. Or would if he could find them. But he’s just about ready to give it up (living with PTSD and pain from the traumatic event that cost him a leg, a friend, and a lot more is hard enough), when something crashes into his life. And his window. It’s one of these creatures of the darkness - and he’s a lot less scary than expected. More cuddly, with dark fuzzy wings, and neon-bright hair. His name is Pixie, and he refuses to bite anyone. Assault/murder/draining fluids isn’t punk, even if being a vampire really kind of is. He’s very hungry by now, and the much bigger, meaner, deadlier vamps kick him around on the nightly. Jude would love to find and fight some actual undead bullies. And Pixie could use some help staying… ‘alive.’ Time to make a deal. Of course, life still sucks when you’re a vampire who refuses to suck blood. Fortunately, there’s a really interesting new barbecue restaurant in the mall, with an intriguing new recipe. (We hear that the secret ingredient is… love. No, really.)
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Darren is your average half-human, half-fae trans teenager, busy figuring out his powers and puberty while trying to survive finals. When Vlad, a newly turned vampire, moves in with the witch down the street, he and Darren get off on the wrong foot. Darren is always one to give somebody a second chance, though, and as they become friends, he realizes Vlad is just lonely and struggling with his new powers. That’s something Darren can definitely relate to, and he’s happy to lend his support. But while he coaxes Vlad out of his shell, Darren ends up learning about Vlad’s past… and the danger Vlad is in. Darren only wants to help—help Vlad feel comfortable in his own skin and help him feel safe. He hadn’t planned on falling in love.
Book titles:
Dead Collections by Isaac Fellman
Court of the Undying Seasons by A.M. Strickland
Stake Sauce, Arc 1: The Secret Ingredient Is Love. No, Really by RoAnna Sylver
Showers, Flowers, and Fangs by Aidan Wayne
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grey-spark · 1 year
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What exactly is Headspace?
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Is it a dream? An alternate universe? (TW: mental illness, spoilers) 
In this post, I will be discussing a fictional phenomenon resulting from dissociative disorder that exists only in the OMORI universe. I want to impress two seemingly contradictory points:
1) Headspace is simply NOT possible in the real-life. 2) Headspace is still not a alternate universe, its just a dream.
Rather I would like to put forward a soft science fiction explanation using all the information we’ve been given about the topic.
Part 1: Headspace is NOT possible in the real life.
The true nature of Headspace is much close to that of a coma than secret universe. If a coma is sleeping, but longer. Then Headspace is dreaming, but longer. Headspace is not its own universe, just an extended dream that continues in the back of the patient’s mind during waking hours. We know this because whenever Sunny returns to the dream he find things have changed while he is awake. For example, when the Playground Kids enter Jawsum’s employment, and when Omori detains the Deep Well Creatures while Sunny is absent. Furthermore, Headspace creatures do not have sentience anymore than characters in our real-life dreams. Rather they are characters manufactured by the unconscious recesses of our minds. They only appear to have sentience, when in reality they are only puppets being manipulated by the sleeper’s mind.  Headspace being only a dream would also explain why every world is tailor made to the individuals symbolic ideas. Much like real-life dreams, every part of Headspace has a symbolic meaning. And if it was just a fantasy world, locations and characters would be more generalized. However, all that being said, I have reason to believe Headspace Disorder has fictional traits that do not exist in real life. Those being:
Dream Stability
Dreams in real-life are very limited in scope and spatial awareness, and more importantly, remembrance is extremely limited. Dreams are not really like real places with clearly defined parameters and object permanence. In fact, most sleepers forget their dreams immediately. Headspace is nothing like this at all. Sunny is capable of maintaining an entire island, and remembering every chest he’s opened. Mr Outback even mentions this. Noting that Sunny has an unusually large world and a big imagination. 
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However, Sunny’s cognitive skill alone is not enough to change the nature of dreaming itself. Even if it was only a few areas, the level of stability and permanence of the Headspace dream is atypical of real-life dreams and therefore must have some fictional feature. Though it is important to note OMOCAT stated in an interview that only people with “big imaginations” are capable of having White Spaces. (We will be returning to that interview later) So having those skills make having the disease possible in for the “dreamer” but are not enough to make it possible in real-life.
Inter-Dream Communication
On the topic of Mr. Outback, he does indicate that Headspace is a shared phenomenon, and more importantly exhibits a self-awareness of his own place in these shared dreams. This is the main evidence people give for the alternate universe theory. After all, if Outback has a life outside of Sunny’s Headspace he must be an autonomous individual separate from him to some capacity. Outback goes further to even say that Headspace has existed since the beginning of time and even says he’s 33000 years old. An age that feels so oddly specific. Why not say he’s 1,000,000 years? or a billion? Why that age specifically? Outback’s age is roughly the same age as the Venuses of Willendorf, the oldest surviving pieces of human representational art. The oldest of which being only 4000 years off Outback’s stated age.
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This means Headspace has been around for as long as Humans have been capable of creating representational art pieces/ stories.
Headspace has existed for a long time. And its a place people “visit”. But the question is, if multiple people can visit this place, does this imply that there can be cross communication between dreamers?
Yes. I think there is some evidence for this in Black Space, from the Stranger’s dialogue.
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The Stranger in this conversation speaks with knowledge that only Basil himself would be privy to even saying “let my words reach you one last time” Implying this isn’t just some Headspace creature like the rest. It’s Basil. It’s the real basil speaking to Sunny through dreams. 
Seriously just read these statements:
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How does Sunny’s mind know Basil waited for him at all? How does it know Basil has things he wants to say to him? 
Add the weird Mr. Outback stuff. Add the strange properties that are impossible in real-life dreams. Add OMOCATs comments, its all paints the picture that Headspace is not some run of the mill dream.
But is it really another world? Is it a dream or not?
Part 2: Headspace is likely not a alternate universe.
All of this seems incredibly magical. And by real-life standards it would be, but REAL WORLD is not the real world.
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We already know the movie and videogame characters of real life don’t exist in Faraway Town or vice versa. Their world is like our world but slightly different. The biggest difference of all being Headspace. But what do we know about it for sure? Without further ado, lets see what OMOCAT has to say. Look at how they respond when asked about Basil’s White Space. 
Notice how OMOCAT in this interview uses psychologically driven language like “mind” and “memory”
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u/xDal-Lio -  OMOCAT interview from Cydonia streaming translated in english
They even talk about it from “personal experience”, if that doesn’t ground it in reality, what will? 
At this point I’d like to add that I use the term “Headspace” rather liberally,  White Space is the foundation of Headspace, the latter cannot exist within an individual without the former. Think of White Space as the canvas and Headspace as the drawing. The OMOCAT states outright that “White Space is based on the ability of some people to completely isolate their minds when something traumatic happens”. This has lead many people to suspect that Headspace/White Space are not an alternate world but rather a symptom of Dissociation. Darly Talks has already done a full video on the topic and I would encourage everyone to watch it. 
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This theory of White Space being connected to Dissociation is almost confirmed. Based on OMOCAT’s interview above and some hints in the game (like Humphrey soundtrack H2O HLC being a nod to Dissociation) I think this should just be accepted as the foundational truth. However, Dissociation doesn’t explain everything; people in real-life experiencing dissociation don’t get to visit Headspace headspace overnight. The closest real life equivalent to Headspace would probably be “Lucid Dreaming” a phenomenon where a sleeper is able to control their own dream.
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But Lucid Dreaming has no attachment to dissociation, but like Headspace is more adaptable to certain individuals rather than others. As stated in the interview above, some people can’t make a White Space. Perhaps at this point it would be premiant to build a profile of who is more likely to be “able to do it” in OMOCAT’s words. Based on what we can guess its probably:
Sunny, Basil and Hero
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OMOCAT doesn’t outright state whether Basil has a White Space, but as stated before, Basil communicates to Sunny in his dream through Black Space, so I would conclude it more likely than not that he has one since his mind is stated to be the very source of Something’s existence. Hero on the other hand is a more dicey proposition, we know he was locked away in his room for almost a year based on Kel’s account. Something also of note is how Hero is the only Headspace party member to have a Black and White afraid emotion. He used to have it be purple in the 2018 demo, but they went out of their way to make sure it was black and white for the final release of the game. 
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The implication here, at the very least, is that Sunny understands that Hero has been effected by Mari’s death in a way close to his own. It also explains why he’s also the only character to get his own room in “The Docks” the deepest area of Black Space. (read my post explaining all the areas of Black Space for more info) But overall, the information we’ve been given is not enough to confirm where Hero had his own White Space. Its a coin flip. 50/50 whether he had one. But lets assume he’s more likely to have it than the others, this creates a profile of intelligence and creative individuals being the deciding factors of who gets a Headspace or not. 
Part 3: Sunny’s Choices vs Default Headspace
So what does this all mean? What is Headspace? A Lovecraftian entity? Based on everything addressed thus far, I have reason to believe that Headspace is a medically explainable phenomenon within the OMORI universe, and within said universe the collective unconscious is a very real thing. Meaning Headspace is a shared dream that’s been ongoing since Humanity became sentient. This would explain Outback’s comments about his age and why so many people have access to it. Headspace is not another world, its a shared endless dream. One that will go on until humans die out, or maybe even after. Traumatic events and dissociation allow an individual to escape reality and set up a new Headspace on this collective foundation by hiding away “truths”. Keys appear in these locking them away. Outback talks about it in a way that implies Black Space and the keys are a baked in part of the White Space experience, one a repression of the other. 
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Lets consider what Daddy LongLegs has to say.  He says, after White Space, sleepers will then have multiple dreams. Each dream being redefined as a “world” in this context. Like real-life dreams, Sunny did not make these worlds, his mind did, and LongLegs said he “stumbled through them”. All Sunny’s worlds used to be separated but then later where combined, probably by Sunny himself or even Omori. On the topic of Omori, another interesting take away is how LongLegs implies that there was a period of time Sunny was in control of the dream but then allowed Omori to take over later on. 
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This means that Omori himself, ironically, is the only part of the Headspace phenomenon that is actually unique to Sunny. Meaning that repressing one’s self is only optional, and entirely of Sunny’s own choosing. 
It is unknown whether the inclusion of the “three great creatures” of Headspace was also Sunny’s doing, or if they are a defined part of everyone’s Headspace. The fact that they have defined roles, “Oldest, Wisest, Favorite” implies that it might be a set of characters different to everyone's Headspace, vaguely based on the Freudian Id, Ego and Super Ego. However its also mentioned they existed before Headspace, implying that they are imaginary friends that predated the creation of White Space and thus, might just be unique to Sunny, calling upon them to help him set up Headspace, giving them titles he just made up. But again, its uncertain. Since there is no evidence to Sunny having these imaginary friends refenced in Real World, not even mentioned in passing. So all of it is unclear. I could discuss the roles each member actually played in Sunny’s Headspace, but that is not relevant to the broader discussion here.
CONCLUSION 
Headspace is a shared dream of humanity only accessible by imaginative individuals through dissociated dreaming. Every “Dreamer” starts with a White Space and Black Space and from there can explore other dreams all built on the bedrock of the shared dream, but the actual nature of the dream itself is built unconsciously by the mind and is different for every person. Older “Headspace creatures” or dream characters can move between individuals Headspaces at will, and even dreamers may do so to a certain extent. Optionally, Dreamers may choose to repress themselves and forget themselves entirely. 
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scruffyplayssonic · 4 months
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Are the ArchieSonic comics actually an 80's/90's syndicated cartoon? Episode 57: Can't eat favourite food
Welcome back to my look at the ArchieSonic comic series, and how it shared a lot of the same story tropes as a typical ‘80s or ‘90s syndicated cartoon! We’re getting close to the end of the series now, so what classic cartoon trope are we looking at today?
Episode 57: Can't eat favourite food 
Ahh, okay. I feel like this one’s a little less common in mainstream media, to be honest. When it does show up, it’s often used to signal to either the audience or the other characters that there’s something seriously wrong with that character. They could be sick, or under the effects of a curse or spell, or could even be a villain disguised as the main character.
That being said, I can think of two instances when Sonic couldn’t stomach the idea of eating his trademark favourite food (and one instance when everyone else couldn’t stomach it either), and none of them were used to hint that there was something wrong with Sonic. In fact, our first instance went in the exact opposite direction. That would be when Sonic and Tails wound up in Sandblast City in issues #62 and 63. I’ll be covering this one in a bit more detail in an upcoming episode, but the long story short is that Sonic and Tails found themselves in a city full of people who idolised Sonic for defeating Robotnik, and were hoping to trick him into staying with them full time to fight the constant robot attacks on their city. How did they go about trying to convince Sonic to stay?
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By pampering him with around the clock massages and chilli dogs, of course!
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At first Sonic seemed thrilled at all the attention he was getting, while Tails was eager to just leave Sandblast City and get back to their mission of hunting down the evil wizard Ixis Naugus. However at some point Sonic realised that he was being played, but kept up the charade so that the Sandblasters wouldn’t figure out that he was on to them. 
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When even Sonic the Hedgehog thinks he’s had too many chilli dogs, that’s when you know you’ve crossed a line.
An earlier instance of Sonic not being able to stomach the idea of eating chilli dogs happened way back in issue #11.
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This extremely trippy story once again saw Sonic gorge himself on too many chilli dogs, and this time it caused him to have a bad dream.
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Like, really bad.
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When Sonic awoke he solemnly vowed to eat more responsibly.
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…that vow lasted all of thirty seconds. xD
I’m reluctant to bring up this last story again, but I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t. You may remember in a previous episode that I discussed how Sonic #33 is an issue that lives in infamy, and its plot kicks off once again because of chilli dogs.
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Yup, the Freedom Fighters were so sick of chilli dogs that they fell for the most obvious trap ever. Seriously, Team Rocket had traps that were more subtle, and the Freedom Fighters still fell for this. That said, I would like to acknowledge that this comic was decades ahead of its time, showing both the importance of wearing masks to help prevent spreading disease (although Rotor really ought to be wearing a mask too) and the dangers of ordering from fast food delivery companies like Doordash and Uber Eats. 😛
Now if Tails or Rotor had been spared from the French Fryrus, they probably would have gotten to work trying to synthesise a vaccine. Sonic isn’t really brainy enough to do that, so he settled for the next best thing:
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Yup, shrinking himself down to a size small enough to run down Rotor’s throat and try to punch the virus into submission. And it was here that he met…
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…I can’t. I can’t with this stupid issue, I just can’t. 😛 The puns by themselves are bad enough, but the idea of all the Freedom Fighters’ immune systems being sentient creatures who just couldn’t be bothered fighting this disease annoys me.
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Anyway, Sonic was able to fight off the grunts easily enough, but struggled a bit more when he got to the boss fights, Paris-site (sigh) and Fever.
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Fortunately for him, Rotor’s (SIGH) Auntie Bodies was inspired to take up the fight again.
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She also called her counterparts in the other Freedom Fighters and told them to get off their lazy butts and do their jobs too.
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So in the end the day was saved, and Sonic gave everyone the perfect food for when you’re sick:
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Well, close enough.
Were there any other instances of Sonic or other characters in ArchieSonic not being able to eat their favourite foods? Remind me of any that I missed in the comments! The next episode I'll be looking at is one that arguably fits the entire Sonic franchise: “We have to save the environment, and so do you!” See you then!
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ejenvs3000semesterf23 · 7 months
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I have always had an interest and need to connect with nature ever since I was a child but my care for it has evolved over the years. My earliest memories interacting with nature were when I started collecting snails and caterpillars at probably just 4 years old. My mom would buy me small plastic containers for me to house the critters I collected. One of my favourite things to do with the snails was poke their little eyes on the tip of their stalks and watch as they recede into the body of the snail. It is funny to look back and think how interested I was in such a small uncleanly creature. I would put grass and rocks in the container hoping that it would make the space more comfortable for the snails or to provide food for them. 
When I was in grade 6 I decided to go vegetarian as I could not deal with the ways that animals were killed for food. I later learned how much the meat industry impacts the environment and specifically land usage. I wish the world could be like it was before humans urbanized the planet, but nature could have so much more room if people just changed their diet. 
The summer after grade 10 I worked as a gardening assistant at a food centre. At this point in my life I hadn’t put in an hour of gardening so this was a learning curve. I not only learned what plants look like before we consume them, but I also learned the diseases they interact with and the pests that consume them. Gardening isn't as simple as one might think, you have to work with nature and respect its boundaries. My relationship with nature became more spiritual with this job. The energy moves through the soil and into the plants and then we eat these plants as the final process. Those cells are broken down and become part of our cells, we make DNA out of their DNA, it is quite fascinating. 
On my trip to Hawaii this year I was able to connect with nature in a different way than before. I spent many hours snorkelling on the surface of the ocean just staring down at the reef which was teeming with life. There were so many different kinds of corals and sea stars that I have only been able to see in an aquarium but here they were out in nature where they may have been for millions of years. I found myself drifting over the reef in awe every time I went snorkelling. 
Throughout my life, my dad has offered me a sense of place in nature. He has always loved going on family hikes and sharing his knowledge about the surrounding area. I remember one time we walked past this giant boulder at the bottom of a hill in a forest and he described how it would have been brought there by a glacier.
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Hi! I am curious about your turtle Hamburger. :)
THANKS FOR ASKING I LOVE HAMBURGER
I'm so sorry for all of this I just vomited it up and it's a lot
So back in 2021 I was the animal car manager at a nature center with upwards of 50 animals. The manager was an animal hoarder--he'd just catch random snakes and creatures and keep them. My first month consisted of walking into rooms of the weird house-turned-office and finding yet another animal that I was supposed to be caring for. (But the stories about my old manager are for a different post.) He'd also bring in injured wildlife and have me nurse them back to health, which I can do but was not legally supposed to do. I viewed it as a morally gray area because keeping wild animals can lead to certain zoonotic diseases being spread to wild populations when the animals are rereleased. Also I'm not a vet. But I didn't want them to die, but not the point of this ask.
On the second day, someone said 'hey you know you have an office right?' and I was like 'no??????'. So they showed me my office (which is a room I shared with a coworker and the overhead light didn't work) and in there was a tank with two juvenile box turtles. They had no water, heat source, light source, shelter, food, nothing. Just put in a tank with some mulch and that's it. So obviously, my obsessive need to take care of the box turtles began. I loved the heck out of these little turtles. I give them new names every other day (usually office supplies, as they lived on my desk). Also, education animals aren't supposed to really have public names, so calling them Stapler and Printer every once in a while was fine. Hamburger and French Fries were common names we called them, as the two on display were often called Tender and Nugget. Hamburger is an old joke too, because you hold turtles (and baby ducks!!!) like a hamburger (supporting the bottom bun).
In total, there were 7 eastern box turtles, 4 of them not adults. All but one were cases of turtles who people had thought they were 'helping' by taking out of the wild, realizing they were killing the creatures, then unceremoniously dumping at our front door. Turning people away trying to give us turtles they 'saved' was almost a weekly occurrence. This infuriates me.
The juvenile box turtles all have varying degrees of shell deformity.
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This turtle has a pretty round shell, right? It's a wild adult.
Compare it to these turtles.
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(Ignore the purple dot—it’s nail polish to tell them apart. It doesn’t hurt their shells unless it’s put in the wrong spot and can be easily removed. It was a symptom of having 7 turtles and teen volunteers/workers that made up new names for them every day.)
Do you see how they slope down in the back? And the last one (Hamburger himself) has like a dent in the shell. These were caused by improper nutrition during the development, my best guess is lack of UV rays. Too much protein can also cause issues, which you'll see with people who only feed their turtles dog food.
The dent might go away as they grows, depending on how bad it is and age. Two of them at the center got constant attention and it helped. For Hamburger, it's unlikely. There are rehab places that use hooks and try to adjust and pull the bone up as the turtles grow, kind of like braces, but the vet and my own opinion is that he's made it through critical development, so he'll most likely survive. There can be issues with a prolapsed anus or paralyzed back legs/bowels, but so far so good.
Anyways, I left the nature center due to homophobia/harassment in 2022, which was one of the hardest things I'd ever done, because I know I was barely keeping up with taking care of all of those animals, and some were going to die if I left. (It was also the second park in the area that the homophobia had happened with, so fuck them.) I wanted to take one of the baby turtles who lived in my office ('too deformed for display', according to the manager), but I was poor/other not favorable circumstances. It literally haunted me that those animals weren't getting enough care to the point that I couldn't sleep. I have this list on my phone about the ethics of turtle ownership because I want to take care of them and they can't go back to the wild yet they shouldn't be pets in the first place. I get a little obsessive about these things. Eventually, my good friend took my old position, and is doing really well in it. The place still sucks but she makes the best of it.
There are four main issues, though. 1. The two more deformed turtles live in the animal care office, which also houses the safe with the parks' cash, meaning the door has to be locked and has limited access. This rule isn't always followed (because the snapping turtle also lives in there, which is another story), but generally, those two turtles are forgotten about by the teen volunteers and part-time workers. 2. The teen volunteers love to dig up worms, and tend to only feed the turtles worms unless otherwise directed. 3. They feed the turtles all together (even though they're not supposed to), which makes it hard to ensure they all get food. 4. The head manager (animal hoarder) is retiring soon and the other manager (not the animal hoarder but an even worse human) literally does not care about animals and wants to get rid of some of them.
So when French Fries, Hamburger's tankmate, got sick and since the animal care person was out of town, they let him die.
I literally was 20 minutes away. I could have come and helped. I know what was wrong with that turtle and it could have survived. It also was probably weaker from lack of nutrition, which lead to a respiratory infection. They probably didn't even need a vet.
My friend got back into town and took Hamburger, who probably only survived because he was accidentally brumating. She immediately took him and all the needed supplies home, and they didn't care enough to stop her. They'll have to report the differences in turtle numbers on their permit somehow, which is sus as hell imo, but not my problem.
I had just taken a full-time job across the country, and was about to move. My friend told me and I was like HELL NO NOT HAMBURGER and I drove down and picked him up, ethics be damned. I am going to care for him better than he would be at the nature center. (I know the ethics thing seems silly, but it's hard for me to take a creature who should be wild and keep him in a tank. He just wouldn't survive in the wild though.)
So I got Hamburger, worked hard to get his weight up, and take him on little walks. He drove across the country with me (he's a terrible back seat driver), will not eat his vegetables, and will outlive me. The vet thinks he's 10--I think he's between 6-8 due to size. If his shell issues don't take him down, he could live to 100. His favorite pastimes are clacking his jaw, hiding under mulch and leaves, getting dehydrated (despite my best efforts), and listening to me explain my mail to him. My rule when making my beneficiaries for my retirement was that if you're getting my money, you're getting my turtle.
Here are pictures of him sleeping like a weirdo--he does this all the time and can get out, he just likes to sleep like this.
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He also joins me for work, and my neighbors know him because I take him outside all the time.
I'm sorry for this super long post, I just love turtles so much sometimes when I'm driving I think about them too much and miss my turn or exit and get lost. I have a lot of more wild stories from that place (the house/office was like, vaguely haunted????) and I handled a snapping turtle on the daily. I hope this wasn't too much and was interesting! I have way more pictures of turtles and snakes too, if needed
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Fishermen are turning to a solution they think can not only help provide more food more sustainably, but actually help replenish and heal the oceans too — a practice known as regenerative farming. Raising marine plants and animals together, called ocean farming or “aquaculture,” can help us grow food, fight climate change, and clean up coastal waters.
The aquaculture setups designed by nonprofit GreenWave are simple: using ropes, baskets, and crates, they cultivate seaweed, kelp, and shellfish. By using a variety of crops and creatures which all grow together in harmony, aquaculture can not only maximize space and yield, but is also more resilient than many forms of land-based farming, where reliance on one strain of one crop can lead to entire fields being wiped out with one disease.
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Mother Dear is anxious how to feed her hungry vampiric clan.
Forgot that precious frame:
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Bbbbut Erika, remember HH's words:
it is not our job to judge them!
Yes. HH said that about vampires feeding of unwilling humans and back then Erika wasn't so shocked. Anyway, Nevra decides those good ol' days are gone, and vampires need to adapt and feed only on synth blood. Nice, but it's a pity he decided about it so late- it's been what, 7 years of peace? Srsly, whole ANE smells like it has been 1 year at most since that sacrifice, whole world is fresh and Guard is even more incompetent than ever.
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Disgusting, but I kinda get her a bit, no? She has done it her whole life, her children has done this until they decided they run away, so it's obvious that Lady Vampire is reluctant about changing her ways. Sure, awful ways, harmful ways. But in HH's wise words "it is not our job to judge them!" so take that hand from your sword, Erika!
Anyway, Lady Vampire explain their situation: they are low on foor, cannot travel during night- because of crazy day-night Eldarya schedule AND wild familiars gone crazy, attacking them on sight. I know that it is serious situation, but we are talking about those animals:
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Ok, those:
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Surely, not only Karenn and Nevra were kung-fu fighting in Yaqut?No one was able to defend them against those birds? Me thinks that "old evil" aka sun diseases and lack of food would be enough, but Beemoov wanted to make Lance look cool again, so they had to use familiars.
However, Nevra is pretty cool here.
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Orgelz (new leader of clan) is a distaster:
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BTW, I use Eldarya wiki page when in any doubt. These are all dialogues I could find with 3 boys from this ep:
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Beemoov doesn't hide their bias or wiki admins just gave up on this game? You decide!
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Probably not intentional on Beemoov's side, but Humans win this round. Papa Charles was able to deduce where his daughter disappear thanks to old legends written in books. Meanwhile in Eldarya most tribes and races don't care abt written words, which, fair, during war... but even then, HH's book of "old times on Earth" was very...bias and shallow. And it was a book with stories for children, so... Yup, humans win here. Nevra's family started and kept on doing deals with the Order (probably not the one branch that Charles', Gardienne's father is part of). Nevra:
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Listen. That horse is long dead, however I still have problems with how the ENTIRE race was portrayed in ANE. You know, the entire race, me and you who is reading that post. We all are greedy, cruel, immoral, and dangerous creatures, with v v v few redeeming values. Gardienne almost never protests when faeries claim those traits as exclusively ours, human. Even v inexperienced fanfiction writers know that BOTH sides of conflict should have some... flaws and good traits, to make characters less cartoony, but humans in ANE (sanz Gardienne thanks to her faelien blood) are bad ones, there is not one who could be a nice person. Edgar? Coward meant to die quickly. Ignatius? Again coward, morover tied to our evil father. Mother? Who cares, not Gardienne and deff not ANE writers.
It is simply annoying how they treat this story.
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"It is not your job to judge them!!!"- HH.
Look, I know, I know- Mathieu's (and by proxy Gardienne's) reactions and repulsion is natural, but why they didn't react to HH's words earlier? Because the writer was too lazy to explore our MC's thoughts on her "friend"? Why whatever bullshit HH says ("Don't judge murderous vampire clan that feeds on innocent human blood") is totally accepted only for those characters acting shocked when they hear that murderous vampire clan feeds on innocent human blood?
Thanks to those lovely details playing ANE can cause you an aneurysm. It feels like whole 2nd season was written by 3 people who never shared their notes, and then later it was randomly pasted together. Unique.
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Chapter Two ~ Shadows Unveiled
Under the shroud of night, Ronan and Alyth tread the streets, their alliance born from necessity. The city's pulse beats faintly in the background as they navigate the labyrinth of shadows. Ronan, ever the blunt fox, breaks the silence.
"So, Alyth, spill the details. What kind of dark mess are we stepping into?"
Alyth, his regal demeanour giving way to a more candid tone, responds, "There's a malevolent force, something beyond the usual criminal dealings. A bloody darkness, creeping like a disease. We'll need more than just blades to face it."
Ronan grins, his green war paint patterns almost glowing in the dim light. "Well then, let's give this darkness a taste of our own kind of trouble."
Ronan glances back at Alyth. "Tell me, elf, am I the only one you've got in mind for this job?"
Alyth, considering the question, replies, "I know a few with skills, but you're the first I've approached. Figured you might have a network of your own, a few more blades to join the cause."
Ronan smirks, "You've got yourself a fox with connections, Alyth. Let's see who else we can drag into this mess.". Alyth leads Ronan through the labyrinthine streets to one of his well-hidden safehouses. The entrance is discreet, blending seamlessly with the surrounding structures.
As they step inside, the air shifts to a quiet sanctuary, even quieter than the desolate street outside. Dim candle light flickers, casting dancing shadows on the walls adorned with maps and arcane symbols. Alyth gestures towards a pair of worn leather chairs, inviting Ronan to take a seat.
"Welcome to one of my many retreats, Ronan. A place where shadows hold their secrets," Alyth says, his tone more relaxed within the confines of his safehouse.
Ronan eyes the surroundings, nodding appreciatively. "Cozy. Now, what's this threat we're facing?"
Alyth takes a measured breath, his regal facade giving way to a sombre urgency. "Long ago, the twelve gods created Edraxio, envisioning a world where their creations could thrive independently. Elves, dwarves, Orcs, Foxfolk, and all of the other creatures and species around us, all coexisting in harmony. However, five gods sought domination, wanting all of creation subservient to them. As punishment, they were cast out and chained in a hellscape plane."
He continues, "Now, a cult emerges with a sinister plan. They aim to free these malevolent gods from their chains, unleashing chaos upon Edraxio. If they succeed, the world we know will be plunged into darkness, and the very fabric of existence will be at the mercy of beings hungry for power."
Ronan, his fur bristling at the gravity of Alyth's words, grumbles, "So, we're the saviours of the world, then?"
Alyth nods, a shadow of concern in his eyes. "That's the bloody long and short of it, Ronan. We need to assemble a team, uncover the cult's machinations, and stop them from freeing the gods. The fate of Edraxio hangs in the balance." The weight of the impending threat settles in the air.
After Alyth finished recounting the grim history, Ronan sat in contemplative silence, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Alyth observed the play of emotions on Ronan's face, noting the furrowed brow and the subtle twitch of his ears. "Sounds like the kind of mess you usually find at the bottom of a mug" Ronan mused, attempting to break the tension. Alyth managed a faint smile, appreciating Ronan's instinct to inject a bit of levity into the dire circumstances. Ronan leaned back in his chair, one leg casually crossed over the other.
"So, Alyth, tell me more about your elven high society upbringing. Sounds like a right fancy affair" Ronan prodded, his eyes glinting with curiosity. Alyth, surprisingly candid, shared tales of grandiose events, etiquette lessons, and the subtle art of navigating high society's intricacies. "It was a life of privilege, but also one of constant scrutiny. Beneath the veneer of regality, sought thrill and excitement. That's where my… less-than-legal endeavours came into play. But enough about me, how about you?” Ronan shifts in his seat attempting to mask discomfort, "Childhood? Oh, nothing worth delving into. I was probably raiding tombs and duelling bandits before I could walk. You know, typical fox upbringing."
Alyth arched an eyebrow, his regal composure slightly faltering. "You're quite adept at avoiding personal questions, Ronan. What about your family? Any ties to a fox den or something of the sort?” Ronan waved off the question with a dismissive gesture, opting for a theatrical tale instead. "Family? Well, let me tell you about the time I saved my cousin from a pack of hungry sabertooths in the Outlands. Swear, it was like a sale at the angry fucking cat store.”
As the clock ticked away in Alyth's hidden safehouse, the tales of past lives and shared laughter lingered in the air. With maps spread out before them and plans drawn, the city outside slumbered, oblivious to the impending storm. The dim glow of candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls. Ronan, ever the picture of nonchalance, stretched and cracked a sly grin. "Well, Alyth, it's been a right entertaining night of breaking' bones, creepy nighttime elf stalking, and family reunions that never happened. What's next on the agenda?”
Alyth, a blend of elegance and mischief, leaned back in his chair. "Next, my foxy friend, we embark on a journey to assemble the misfit band that might just save Edraxio. But first, a bit of shut-eye wouldn't hurt. Tomorrow awaits, and the shadows have more tales to tell.". Ronan stands and stretches, “A plan I can get behind, but don't ever call me foxy again…” With that, they extinguished the candles, leaving the safehouse in a quiet embrace of darkness as they went to bed.
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Ferelden: Redcliffe - Future
Main quest:  In Hushed Whispers
As we explore the castle and save our companions from the future, we explore corridors with a series of statues that make little sense. It only seems to be reasonable once we learn this future has no Veil, and this is how it looks like the Waking World with the Fade, fused one another, under the god Corypheus. I imagine the corridors reflect or have elements from the Fade, or from what the Fade reflects of this place.
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This post has compiled the most relevant information during the main quest for completion’s sake. These quests have little “archaeological” value, but since I’m visually covering the majority of the game, I can’t put them aside since there are some exceptions, such as the Temple of Mythal.
[This is part of the series “Playing DA like an archaeologist”]  
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Along the corridors of the Redcliffe Castle, we find andrastian statues such as maferath crying on the sword [1], andraste variations [1], the Man holding bigger head [2], Tevinter diapason-like artefacts [3], and alamarri mabaris clipped with skulls [4,5]
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Avvar heads [1], Tevinter banenrs with glyphs [2], strange clipping combinations of different assets to pretend to create a new one [3], sacrificial altars [3,5,6], dragon gargoyles [4], more Tevinter artefacts [7] and classic keepers of fear [8].
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More artefacts appear by the end of the castle: upside-down artefact of Temple of Dumat  [1], torture devices [2], more avvar heads or Eroded dragon skull [3], Maferath statues and Keepers of Fear [4], Andraste in Ferelden style [5] and Free Marches statues with alamarri mabaris clipped with skulls [6].
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I found it curios that this universe is an abomination in Solas’ opinion, so I guess he has in mind something different for the future of Thedas when he destroys the Veil.
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Trying to reach the outside of the castle, we see more of these strange clipped statues and in the darkest corner, we see the unusual statue of Beheaded ram-man.
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Some rooms display Andraste iconography of her life and more Ferelden items. In this case, they display Templar rugs. Rugs are something to question, since we keep seeing Inquisition rugs and carpets in places where there is no way they could be there. So in general, my conclusion about rugs is not to pay them too much attention, so maybe I may have done a mistake in Emerald Graves: Din'an Hanin with doing such a extreme analysis over a damned rug, lol.
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We find the codex A prayer, where we are again suggested to connect darkness with Blight. There is an implication that the Old Gods were gods at some point, but not anymore, and the Maker was always invented. One can suspect this prayer is based on Corypheus’ knowledge shared to his subjects.
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The art of clipping artefacts: diapason-like artefacts in combination with a sacrificial altar and some red lyrium. In this room there are Tevinter urns too.
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We see again Man holding bigger head statue and two stylised dogs, both Orlesian statues.
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Here we find an angry Leliana, changed and transformed due to the torture. We learn she is also immune [or resistant] to Red Lyrium, like Seekers are. This implies lore-wise that Leliana may have been touched by a spirit at some point in her life. 
Once more, we have another character in DA series who speaks this line so similar to Flemeth/Myhtal: “I’ve suffered, the whole world suffered. It was real”
Red Lyrium
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When we meet Fiona, we see she is half  a vein of red lyrium. Later, we see Templar in similar ways along the castle. A creature become a vein of red lyrium  just by exposure. This implies that the spread of the Red Lyrium has doom connotations. So far, we don’t know how to rend it inert, and it infects by mere exposure, living creatures as well as objects. It’s a disease even worse than the Blight which can be contained if living creatures are blocked from an area.
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We are given several bits of info about the nature of the red lyrium. Dorian question if it’s a disease as the Blight, that only affects living creatures. This red lyrium seems to affect things and objects as well, growing out of them.
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Now, having the interpretation of this statue of the Faceless figure holding a crown  as the Maker, makes this cinematic angle even more dramatic, with a gigantic Andraste, shattered, trying to reach down to the Maker.
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Solas informs us that there is no Veil in this world, so all the non-physical situations we are seeing, the nonsense of the statues in the corridors seem to be justified. 
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Now without Veil, we make sense of the mixed sculptures we saw in the corridors, reflection and reality overlapping each other. As we go up looking for Alexius, we keep seeing strange statues, like Keepers of fear
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We reach to a place where we can explore more corridors heading to Alexis. This particular set seems to be carefully done to imply something:  The Maker with red Lyrium, the Andraste warrior, the Blocky bearded humanoid [which seems to be in the shadows] and this Adonis human statue.
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When we reach Alexius’ chamber, we see an Elven Ancient Shard-based door. It’s impossible to know if it was taken from an ancient tomb or its a reflection of the Fade and overlapped with the reality. Curiously, this door requires red lyrium-based shards. 
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Dead Faces In The Water, Dead Faces Everywhere
A response to this WIP Weekend game.
Ahh, my current obsession! Thank you so much for asking about it and coercing me into writing more (not that I've been doing much else lately anyway lmao) because it really is such fun. Again, I'm not sure whether or not we're supposed to share the bits we write because of this ask-thing, so in case we are here it is:
(tw: discussion of giant spiders that eat people)
"Okay, but the real question," Calim says, raising syā voice decisively, "is why you don't just exterminate the spiders then, if they're such a threat?"
"Exterminate them," Legolas cries. He flops back against his seat and looks back and forth between them in the mirror. "You mean…slay them all? Purge the forest of their entire species?"
"Well, yes," says Calim.
Gimli cannot deny that it is a good question. He had always thought that the elves of Mirkwood were incapable of such a feat, or else too flighty to contemplate it. But if they arrange for regular spider-culls to regulate the numbers of the beasts, then why not simply cull them all and be done with it?
Legolas looks horrified. "What, all of them? But that would be terrible. And for what reason, only that of our own comfort? No." He shakes his head again, very firmly. His thin braids flap around his narrow, beardless chin. "The forest is their home too."
"Forgive me," Calim says delicately, "but…if these spiders really do exist, then—unless I'm remembering the old histories all wrong—they aren't exactly natural inhabitants of your forest, are they…?"
Legolas blinks at essë. "I suppose they are not," he agrees, "if by that you mean that they were first born elsewhere, and migrated to Mirkwood many thousands of years ago—but you could say the same of the elves." He shrugs. "If the forest is our home—and it is—then it is no less the home of the spiders. It would be appalling for us to decide that we have more right to those trees than any of the other things that make their home there."
"Even the things that want to eat you?" Gimli cannot help asking.
"Many things in the forest eat each other," Legolas retorts primly. "Such is the way of nature. We elves do the same; does that make us evil?"
"Of course not," says Calim. "But…giant spiders…"
"They are as much a part of the ecosystem as any other creature," Legolas says stubbornly. "Without their predation, the bone-deer population for one would get quickly out of hand, resulting in such an increase in numbers that they would soon denude every trunk within reach of its bark, and all the low-lying leaves and underbrush as well. Not to mention how our domesticated spiders would soon fall to inbreeding and disease without being able to cross their lines periodically with their wild cousins."
"You—what?" Gimli sputters. "You breed the things?"
Legolas slides forward, folding his elbows over the center console and tilting his head sideways to look up at Gimli beside him. "We do gather wild spidersilk too, of course," he says, "but at least half of the silk we weave comes from our spider-pastures, yes."
Gimli looks at Calim. Calim looks back. Despite the fact that essë has no beard on syā colorfully painted face, the look of subdued horror resting on those smooth, slim features feels very familiar to Gimli in this moment.
"Oh," is all Gimli can think to say.
"They truly are not such a danger," Legolas insists, twisting his spine somehow so that he can look back and forth between them without rising from his cramped sprawl between the seats. "No elf of Mirkwood would be foolish enough to go into spider-territory haplessly, and we know how to deal with and protect ourselves from their webs and their hunger. It has been many hundreds of years since any spider succeeded in hunting and eating an elf—which is more than the spiders can say about us!"
Calim opens syā mouth. Gimli says, very quickly before se can speak and ask a question that Gimli's stomach cannot bear to hear the answer to, "All right! But I still don't believe that your silk shirts can magically repair themselves when they tear."
"Of course it is not magic," Legolas says dismissively. "Who said anything about magic?" He tosses his head and sits back, and Gimli fears that he has somehow, finally, insulted the elf. He draws a breath to make some apology but before he can, Legolas draws his long knife and slashes it at his own wrist.
Gimli shouts. Calim yelps in shock and nearly drives them off the road. Gimli shouts again—and Legolas shoves his arm forward between the seats.
"Watch," he commands. Gimli could not have taken his eyes from that thin brown wrist if a dragon had been roaring at him from the other side of the road, but there is no blood on Legolas's skin—just a thin, small slice in the pale fabric of Legolas's sleeve, a hole no longer than the length of Gimli's little finger.
Legolas reaches forward with the fingers of his other hand and pinches the cloth on either side of the hole. He twitches his fingers in some small, complicated little gesture that Gimli's eyes cannot quite follow, bunching the shimmering fabric up—and then when he lets go, Gimli can see that there are strands of cloth already stretching across the hole, drawing it back together again.
The dwarf's jaw drops. Beside him, he hears Calim give a strangled gasp of surprise.
"It will take a few more twists before enough fibers interlace to close the slice completely," Legolas tells them, "and some days after that before the weave settles tight enough to hide the scar, but." He gives his arm a little shake, making the sleeve flutter. "As you see, the fabric does indeed recover itself."
Gimli cannot seem to find any words. He manages an inarticulate grunting sort of acknowledgement of Legolas's demonstration, but that is all he can muster.
Calim has no such trouble. "That's amazing!" se cries.
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good evening, all!
This’ll be a long post. Please stay.
I wasn’t going to post this, but I feel like I should. Tonight’s events (scroll down my blog for a bit. You’ll know it when you see it) have triggered something in me; I’ll probably be posting things like this for a while. However, I won’t apologize for it. I don’t care if I lose followers or get hate, it makes absolutely no difference to me.
To start, I’ll explain a few things about my daily habit. I read the Bible every single day, no matter what. However, I tend to do so before bed (which is admittedly far later than it should be), so I usually read in the dark. The font of my physical Bible is a bit too small for my poor vision, so I use an app. This app, simply called “The Bible,” allows you to set up “plans” and study Scriptures based on what you need (i.e. comfort, anger management, etc etc). The one I’m on now takes me through the Bible in a year and selects random passages for each day, usually 4-5 chapters. I don’t pick what I read for that day/night, it does it for me. Keep this in mind. Now that that’s out of the way: in the years that I’ve kept this habit, I’ve noticed some strange things. When I needed to hear about what’ll happen in the End Times, I was given Revelation and Timothy. When I needed hope, I was given Psalms (my favorites, specifically). The list goes on. Tonight, I was given Peter. The specific passages (3:1-14) were about the suffering Christians will face. I did not plan this. Admittedly, when I opened the app to read, I was absolutely filled with rage at the injustices I’ve seen tonight. I’m not proud of my anger, but it happened.
Anyway, here’s the important bit: reading those passages reminded me that this is to be expected. My fellow Christians -- past and present -- have suffered far worse, but it’s still hard to deal with calmly. I’m sure non-Christians are wondering why we (as Christians) choose to believe and partake in a religion where we are to suffer and struggle. Here’s the thing: we’ll suffer here on Earth because, well, we aren’t made for it! We aren’t supposed to do well here. As my pastor always says, we are to be more like the Creator (God, whose only Son suffered here) than the creature (Satan). That makes us stick out. We behave differently than everyone else (or rather, we’re supposed to) and are usually punished for it. But why do we put up with it? Because we are to be rewarded in Heaven for our efforts. Not only that, but we have eternal hope! God will always be here for us, no matter what. No matter what we do or say, He’ll be there. He loves us so much. He gave His only Son to die in our place, and that’s not even scratching the surface of how much He loves us! As humans, we’ll likely never understand the depth of His love. But once we get to Heaven, we’ll see it and experience it face-to-face. Death doesn’t scare us because we know we’re winning, essentially -- we get to be with our Lord 24/7 for all of eternity! No more disease, suffering, pain, not even a single tear will fall while we’re there. Not to mention the fact that we get to see our loved ones who went to Heaven again, including ones we never met! My stillborn siblings will be there. My grandfather. I have plenty of testimonies that I will likely share tomorrow (whether y’all want them or not lol), but for now, I’m going to pray and go to bed. I’m not sure if any of this will even make sense or even touch any non-Christian hearts, but I pray that it does, even in my messy, poorly-worded, overly-passionate wording. Goodnight, y’all. I truly hope you all come to the Lord and I get to see you in Heaven someday. <3 
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