#interphase

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imagine an ena where one side is interphase and the other side is mitosis

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FOLLY

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NAAU Agency

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What the Frick is Genetics

How the Frick is Molecular Biology

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5:18 AM EDT April 7, 2025:

Allegaeon - "Interphase/" From the album Apoptosis (April 19, 2019)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Tech Death

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Best Additives to Improve SEI Film Formation in Lithium-Ion Batteries

The efficiency and lifespan of a lithium-ion battery largely depend on the quality of its Solid Electrolyte Interphase (SEI) film. This ultra-thin, protective layer plays a vital role in regulating lithium-ion movement while preventing unwanted chemical reactions.

To enhance SEI film performance, researchers have turned to innovative additives—each designed to serve a specific function in improving battery stability and efficiency.

1. Creating a Strong Barrier: SEI Film-Forming Additives

A durable SEI film is achieved through the right balance of organic and inorganic materials. Organic compounds—typically derived from the battery’s electrolyte or polymer additives—form the framework that supports ion movement. Meanwhile, inorganic elements like oxides and carbonates fortify the film’s structure, boosting density and ion conductivity by filling gaps and forming stable pathways.

Some additives are optimized to form a strong initial SEI layer, while others work to repair and reinforce the film during repeated charge and discharge cycles, especially in silicon-based electrodes. These improvements are implemented using advanced battery making machine and battery cell making machine technologies, which ensure precision and reliability throughout the battery manufacturing process.

2. Boosting Ion Transport: Lithium Salt Additives

To further enhance SEI formation, scientists are testing various lithium salts that alter ion behaviour. These salts often feature unique structures designed to improve conductivity, thermal stability, and film-forming capabilities. Although typically used in small quantities as additives, they have a major impact on battery performance.

For instance, some additives combine the strengths of two salts to offer both excellent low-temperature performance and a protective layer on the current collector. Others deliver high conductivity but may react adversely with certain materials at higher voltages.

Another type reduces resistance at low temperatures and promotes beneficial SEI film formation on the electrode, though it may have low solubility.

Such intricate modifications are now seamlessly managed with modern battery making equipment, allowing for precise control over material interactions and layer formation.

3. Controlling the Chemical Landscape: Ion Concentration Management

By adjusting the ionic concentration in the battery’s electrolyte, engineers can directly affect SEI film composition. Increasing the ratio of negatively charged ions helps generate films with higher inorganic content—resulting in greater thermal and mechanical stability.

This process is a crucial part of lithium-ion battery assembly, where every component must align perfectly to optimize the SEI layer's protective qualities.

4. Targeted Additives to Boost Electrode Efficiency

Another strategy involves embedding specific additives into the electrode itself. These substances are released gradually during battery operation, reshaping the SEI film structure in real time.

For example, introducing sulphur compounds to the electrode can result in a sulphur-rich SEI film, which improves lithium-ion flow in colder environments. Likewise, nitrogen-containing compounds can produce films that protect the electrolyte from decomposition and promote faster ion exchange.

Additionally, coating electrodes with tailored additives can trigger the formation of highly specialized SEI films with enhanced protective and conductive properties.

Through these advanced additive strategies—and the use of cutting-edge battery making machine, battery making equipment, battery cell making machine, and lithium-ion battery assembly techniques—manufacturers are achieving longer-lasting, safer, and more efficient lithium-ion batteries.

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Interphasic Plasma Creatures - Star Trek

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'bout to work my miracles

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Composite Interphase Spacer Market Insights and Development Outlook 2024 - 2031

The composite interphase spacer market was valued at approximately $1.57 billion in 2023. It is forecasted to grow to $1.66 billion in 2024 and reach $2.5 billion by 2032. This growth indicates a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of about 5.28% during the forecast period from 2024 to 2032. As industries increasingly adopt advanced materials, the composite interphase spacer market is set for robust expansion.

The composite interphase spacer market is witnessing significant growth due to its essential role in various industries, including aerospace, automotive, and construction. This article delves into the intricacies of the market, examining its dynamics, key players, trends, and future prospects.

Overview of Composite Interphase Spacers

Composite interphase spacers are critical components used in composite materials to maintain structural integrity and optimize performance. They are designed to provide stability between layers of materials, ensuring proper load distribution and reducing the risk of delamination. These spacers are manufactured from a variety of composite materials, including carbon fiber, glass fiber, and thermoplastics.

Definition and Functionality

Composite interphase spacers serve several functions:

Load Distribution: They help distribute loads evenly across the composite material.

Delamination Prevention: By maintaining a defined interphase, they reduce the risk of layers separating.

Thermal and Electrical Insulation: Depending on the material used, they can provide thermal stability and electrical insulation.

Market Dynamics

Drivers

Growing Demand in Aerospace and Defense: The aerospace sector increasingly relies on lightweight, high-strength materials, leading to a surge in demand for composite spacers.

Technological Advancements: Innovations in manufacturing processes and materials enhance the performance and applicability of composite interphase spacers.

Sustainability Trends: The shift towards sustainable materials in various industries boosts the demand for composite solutions.

Challenges

High Production Costs: The advanced materials used in composite spacers can be expensive, limiting their adoption in some sectors.

Complex Manufacturing Processes: The production of high-quality composite spacers often requires sophisticated technology and expertise.

Key Segments of the Market

By Material Type

Carbon Fiber: Known for its high strength-to-weight ratio, carbon fiber spacers are widely used in aerospace applications.

Glass Fiber: More affordable than carbon fiber, glass fiber spacers are popular in automotive and construction applications.

Thermoplastics: These materials offer versatility and can be tailored for specific applications, making them increasingly popular.

By Application

Aerospace: The largest segment, driven by the need for lightweight and durable materials.

Automotive: Growing interest in electric and high-performance vehicles boosts demand in this sector.

Construction: The use of composite materials in building and infrastructure projects supports market growth.

Competitive Landscape

Key Players

Toray Industries, Inc.: A leading manufacturer specializing in advanced composite materials.

Hexcel Corporation: Known for its innovative solutions in aerospace and industrial markets.

SABIC: Focuses on developing high-performance thermoplastic composites.

Recent Developments

Product Innovations: Companies are investing in R&D to create next-generation composite spacers that offer enhanced performance.

Strategic Partnerships: Collaborations between manufacturers and research institutions are fostering innovation and expanding market reach.

Future Prospects

The composite interphase spacer market is expected to grow steadily over the next decade. Factors contributing to this growth include the increasing adoption of composite materials across various industries, advancements in manufacturing technologies, and the push towards sustainability.

Market Forecast

According to industry reports, the market is projected to expand at a CAGR of approximately 5% from 2024 to 2030. The aerospace segment is anticipated to dominate the market, driven by ongoing innovations in aircraft design and materials.

Conclusion

The composite interphase spacer market is positioned for substantial growth, fueled by technological advancements and rising demand across multiple sectors. As industries continue to seek lightweight, durable materials, the importance of composite spacers will only increase. Companies that innovate and adapt to market trends will be well-placed to capitalize on this expanding market opportunity.

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[[ INTERPHASE my INTERFACE ]] // If you don’t like Raiden you will go to hell before you die !! 2019 Drac art jumpscare on last slide

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Duty

Pairing: Roboute Guilliman x FemReader

Warnings: Nothing much this time, just angst

Description: As further opposition to the alliance between their peoples is revealed, Guilliman's betrothed finally opens up about her past.

Whew! With all the holiday craziness, I didn't think I'd get this posted today. Anyway, I hope you guys don't mind some lore. This is a sequel to Worthy, and a continuation of my Guilliman/Reader story. You can find the other stories in this series on my Masterlist.

In the all but empty Communications Center, Guilliman stared at the holographic image of Captain Takahashi. His Admechs and the Captain’s technicians had finally managed to cobble together an interphase between the two ships’ communications systems. Still, the Captain’s image flickered and lagged as she spoke.

“...have rooted out two more conspirators, Lord Guilliman. A pair of sanitation specialists. They attempted to take control of my ship’s steering mechanism.”

Guilliman clenched his gauntleted fist. “That makes seven attempts to date.”

“All of which we have discovered and stopped.”

“To your credit, Captain.”

The woman nodded curtly. “All the same, I agree it remains too dangerous to allow the Lady Heir to return on a permanent basis. Though, she will still need to send the first message to our homeworld once we are in range.”

“In two standard days.”

“Yes.”

Guilliman shook his head in wonder. Even in the time of the Great Crusade, such long range communication, without the aid of Astropaths, was more fantasy than reality. He added it to his mental list of technologies to acquire once the treaty was formalized.

“You will be sending the conspirators over for interrogation.”

The Captain’s eyes turned icy. “I will. Though I expect it will be more of the same.”

Guilliman scowled. During each interrogation, an implant of some kind had activated a small electromagnetic pulse within the prisoners’ brains, eradicating all higher functions. Only the first, the former Lord O’Rourke, had managed to give them any information before his unexpected lobotomy.

“Captain, you promised to clarify a few details from the first interrogation when last we spoke.”

For the first time, Captain Takahashi looked uneasy. Her eyes flickered behind Guilliman.

He understood. “Sicarius, await me outside. And see that none enter.”

He heard Cato’s teeth grinding as he obeyed.

“Forgive my hesitance, Lord Guilliman.” The Captain frowned. “But what I am about to reveal would no doubt be considered treasonous by my superiors.”

“I am grateful for your trust, Captain.”

Her frown softened. “I have come to believe we both have the Lady Heir’s best interests at heart.” She clasped her hands behind her back. “You told me how O’Rourke mentioned his orders came from a ‘prince’, someone he believed to be the true heir to our world.”

Guilliman nodded. He had long suspected your home to be less peaceful than you implied. Your obvious discomfort whenever the topic arose, the way you dodged the subject with the skill of an Aeldari warrior, and, of course, the continued sabotage attempts by your entourage did little to persuade him otherwise.

His logical mind knew the value of this alliance and the technology it would bring to the Imperium. But, in his deepest soul, none of that mattered. Someone was trying to take you from him. You. 

Only centuries of practice hid his churning rage.

The Captain continued. “As you know, our world is led by the Matriarch. She had three children, all who have since died. My Lady is the only child of her eldest and, under our laws, the Heir. But she has two cousins, the two princes.”

Guilliman’s lips twisted sardonically. He’d dealt with enough Imperial nobility to be more than aware of the twists and turns of dynastic politics. Part of him felt saddened at the thought that you came from a family afflicted with such foolishness.

And yet, he bit back a bitter laugh, was my own “family” so different?

“Her Grace has made no secret of her preference for my Lady’s eldest cousin. He is a charismatic young man, currently riding high on the glory of military success.” The Captain paused, looked uncertain, then continued. “In my opinion, Lord Guilliman, the Matriarch purposely isolated my Lady so she could not compete with her cousin’s popularity.” 

A shrewd move. Guilliman had to admit. 

No one who had ever met you and experienced your thoughtfulness and compassion could doubt your potential for popularity with the masses. How quickly you’d won the adoration of his own serfs proved that. Not to mention the progress you’d made among the Ultramarines.

“You think he is the ‘prince’ who gave O’Rourke his orders.”

The Captain frowned. “Possibly. The other option is the younger cousin. He’s rumored to be quite intelligent, but the Matriarch destined him for holy orders. He’s been sequestered in one of our scholastic monasteries since he came of age.”

Guilliman narrowed his eyes. “If dealing with my own Ecclesiarchy has taught me anything, it is that the lust for power can infect even the holiest-seeming priest.”

“Indeed.”

Guilliman stared through the Captain’s image, mind working. Too many variables. Not enough data.

“What do you believe, Captain?”

The Captain looked him in the eye. “Whoever gave the orders is irrelevant. I believe this mission was supposed to fail. All of us, myself, my crew, and the Lady Heir were supposed to die at Imperial hands.”

Yet again, Guilliman found himself impressed by this tiny baseline woman’s strength of will. “Thus removing the only obstacle to a prince’s rise to power, and ensuring your world’s continued isolation.”

“Yes.” The Captain’s lips lifted into a slight smile. “But no one back home foresaw this particular turn of events.”

Guilliman huffed a laugh. “Nor did anyone here.” His mirth was short-lived. “Once my betrothed sends her message, however, the game changes.”

“And all Void will break loose. She needs to be made aware.”

Therein lay the crux of the problem. How much did he tell you? How much did you already suspect?

“I agree.”

The Captain must have seen something in his face. “You said once that she’s stronger than she looks, Lord Guilliman. I assure you, it’s true.”

Strong in some ways, yes. But so, so fragile in others.

***

“Fascinating, Brother Tarchus. Remind me which section of the Codex that is again?” You smiled up at the Ultramarine, stylus and dataslate in hand.

“Certainly, my Lady. Chapter 647, Section F, Subsection B-14, Paragraph 54….” 

You scribbled frantically. “Ah, yes. Thank you. I have it now.” I think. “And why would you say this is your favorite passage?”

The giant warrior actually looked excited. “The minutiae of supply lines, especially to besieged worlds, is an excellent example of the importance of efficiency and practicality in uncertain circumstances.”

There. Something you could grasp. “The creation of order in the midst of anarchy?”

“Precisely.” You swore the Ultramarine almost smiled.

“In times of uncertainty, the order brought by the Ultramarines must be a great comfort to Imperial citizens.”

Tarchus cocked his head to one side. “I suppose that is one of the outcomes.”

“A beneficial one, surely.” You continued. “A fearful population is vulnerable to manipulation, whereas a population confident in its protectors is steadfast and resilient.”

“I had not considered.”

“Something to think about, yes?”

The Ultramarine looked thoughtful. “Perhaps.”

“Well, I should not keep Lord Guilliman waiting. Thank you for taking the time to explain more of the Codex Astartes to me, Brother Tarchus. It was kind of you.”

He nodded. “I found the conversation stimulating, my Lady.”

“I should like to continue in the future, if we may.”

“I…am amenable to that suggestion.”

You gave him a final nod, smiled again, and stepped past him into Guilliman’s chambers. Once through, you couldn’t hold back a laugh of triumph. 

Your betrothed looked up at you from his place behind his desk. “And what has you so giddy this evening, my love?”

He stretched out a hand, and you hurried to his side. “I managed to engage Brother Tarchus in conversation just now!”

“Indeed? It was my understanding he was being particularly stubborn.”

“Ah, but I believe I’ve found the key to an Ultramarine’s hearts.” You smiled slyly up at him.

He chuckled. “Enlighten me.”

“I simply get them talking about the Codex Astartes. It seems to be their favorite topic.”

“Believe me, I am aware.” He lifted his eyes to the ceiling and gave a dramatic shake of his head. “You have swept all before you, my Lady. Are none of my sons safe from your wiles?”

You rolled your eyes. “You know at least one is.”

“Cato can be… difficult.”

To put it mildly. You pursed your lips.

Guilliman ran a finger along your jawline. “Do not fret. You cannot help but be beloved by all in time.”

You felt heat rush to your face. “What…what happened to your ‘no touching’ rule?”

A flash of mischief in his blue eyes was the only warning you received before you found yourself hoisted up and deposited in his lap. You gasped and caught yourself with outstretched hands against his massive chest.

“Roboute!”

An arm of steel wrapped about your shoulders, pinning you against him. “I thought depriving myself entirely of your touch would cool my ardor. Instead, it seemed to have the opposite effect.”

His head lowered, lips just shy of your own, as his voice dropped to the rumbling growl you loved. “Instead, I have decided to allow myself a few…small…indulgences….”

You melted into his arms when he kissed you, slowly and deeply.

An eternity, and yet not nearly long enough, later, he pulled away and smiled down at you. You rested your head against his chest and closed your eyes. 

This. If I could just have this, forever, I would be satisfied.

“My love, we need to talk.”

“Mmm?” 

The double beat of his hearts soothed you. You realized you could easily fall asleep like this, cradled in his arms, safe.

“It is time you told me more of your family.”

Your eyes snapped wide. “What?”

No. No no no. I’m not ready!

His arm tightened slightly around you, as if he feared you’d bolt. You considered doing exactly that.

“Captain Takahashi contacted me this morning.” Guilliman’s voice was kind, but firm. “There was another sabotage attempt.”

You jerked upright. “Was anyone hurt?”

“No. The Captain’s men-at-arms are skilled. But the fact remains,” he brought his other hand to your chin, holding it in place, “they were following orders from a prince of your house.”

Two faces appeared unbidden in your mind. One, fierce and angular, baring its teeth in a wide grin. The other, rounded and pale, eyes sullen. 

“Victor and Conrad….” You didn’t realize you’d spoken the names aloud until Guilliman reacted.

“Your cousins.”

You couldn’t turn your head away, but you dropped your eyes from his piercing gaze. “Yes. My cousins.”

You didn’t want to think about them. You didn’t want to think about…her. In desperation, you tried a new tactic. Slowly, you moved your hands up Guilliman’s chest, caressing the hard muscle beneath his tunic. 

“Can’t we talk about this later?” You looked up at him through your eyelashes, wetting your lips with your tongue.

His breath stuttered, his eyes going dark and hungry.

You continued exploring his chest with your fingers, feeling rather proud of yourself… until he released your chin and captured both wrists in an iron grip.

“A good attempt.” One side of his mouth tilted upward. “But I will not be distracted.”

Struggling only emphasized your utter helplessness. “Roboute, please.”

“What are you so afraid of, my love?”

Something snapped inside. You snarled at the man you loved.

“I’m afraid of her! My grandmother, the Matriarch, the heartless bitch.” A hysterical laugh burst through your lips. “You think one of my cousins is behind all this? Whoever the saboteurs assumed their orders came from, I guarantee she is the one pulling the strings. She wants me dead.”

You stopped, panting. Guilliman stared down at you. It frightened you how little emotion you saw behind his regal mask.

“Why?”

Why indeed? Why stop now? Let’s air all the family’s dirty laundry.

“She hated my mother first. My mother, her eldest, her legacy. My mother, who threw everything away to sail the stars. My mother, who returned years later, pregnant with an unknown man’s child.” 

You couldn’t have stopped even if you wanted to. The words poured forth like blood from a wound.

“Grandmother banished my mother to an isolated Abbey in the highlands. I was born there, among the Holy Sisters.” You smiled at the memory of happier days. “Mother became their huntress, bringing in game for the larders. During her absences, I learned alongside the novitiates. History, theology, but also botany and bioengineering. I spent hours in their gardens and greenhouses. The Sisters are famed for engineering new forms of plantlife, medicines and textiles as well as food.”

You didn’t see Guilliman anymore. You saw the kindly, wizened Mother Superior, cradling a new strain of vitamin-infused apple in her weathered hands. You saw rows of pungent medicinal herbs swaying in the greenhouses. You saw Mother, laughing, hands outstretched to welcome you into her arms.

“When I was twelve, Mother died on a hunt. I grieved. But I wasn’t alone. The Sisters were my family.” You felt tears coming as you dropped your voice to a whisper. “Then, one night….”

Screams. You jerked awake in your room amongst the other novitiates, all of you bleary-eyed and confused. Light poured through the windows. You heard the hard tramp of boots. The door burst open and Sister Helena fell into the room, shoved from behind. 

“Which one is she?” A harsh voice boomed. 

The man it belonged to stood in the doorway, covered head to toe in tactical armor, brandishing a pistol.

He shouted your name. Sister Helena crouched on the floor, but said nothing. The man snarled and aimed his weapon at her.

“Wait!” You screamed, scrambling out of bed. “It’s me! I’m the one you’re looking for!”

You had no idea why they wanted you. But you weren’t going to let them hurt your family.

The rest of the night was a blur of grasping hands, roaring engines, and bitter cold. They hadn’t let you change out of your nightdress. They hadn’t let you say goodbye.

“The soldiers took me to the Matriarch, my grandmother, who said a plague that had devastated our cities the year prior had killed my two uncles. I was now the heir. Lessons followed. Endless lessons as she tried to force me into the model princess. At first, I resisted. But the consequences….” You shuddered. “I learned to keep quiet. I learned to obey. I learned to fear.”

You felt Guilliman’s hand on your lower back, rubbing circles. Slowly, your surroundings came back into focus.

“Breathe, my love.” His deep voice dispelled the haze of terror. “Just breathe.”

You buried your face in his chest, but words kept coming. “She didn’t want me. Not really. In time, I realized she was using me as a threat to my eldest cousin, Victor. By naming me heir, but promising the position to him if he behaved, she kept him on a tight leash. I was safe for a time. But if I hadn’t proposed this diplomatic mission, my death would have come at her hands sooner or later.”

“You must have known this envoy might have gotten you killed, with or without your family’s interference.” 

“I knew.” You wondered if you sounded as desperate as you felt. “But it was a chance. A way out! I couldn’t stay in that palace anymore, with her and her spies always watching.” 

Another hysterical laugh. “You know Grandmother once refused me meals for an entire week in a fit of rage? I would have starved to death if not for the kindness of the servants. I-I just…I had to…oh, Light help me.”

You wept, clinging to Guilliman, the only solid point in the maelstrom tearing through you. “Don’t let me go, Roboute. Please. Don’t let me go.”

His huge arms tightened further around you. “Never.”

***

Guilliman held you as you sobbed, held you close, and seethed. 

I could raze her planet. I could smother it in steel, snuffing out the lives of everyone who ever hurt her. 

He wouldn’t, though. The cost in innocents would be too high. You’d never forgive him. But still….

“Damn the alliance.” He growled. “Damn the treaty. Let your Matriarch think you dead. Let her think the barbarians of the Imperium slaughtered your entire entourage.”

Your sobs quieted and you looked up at him with wide eyes.

He cupped your face in his palm. “Marry me, return with me to Ultramar, and let me care for you. You need never set foot upon your homeworld again.”

“It would be so easy,” you murmured, closing your eyes, “to just say yes. To stay safely in your shadow and forget everything else.”

“Then say yes.”

A long moment passed in silence. He heard the muted voices outside his office, the omnipresent hum of the great ship, and your beating heart. Then, you opened your reddened eyes.

“I can’t, Roboute.” You seemed calmer now. “I may have originated this plan as an escape from my home, but all the other reasons I gave, I believe in them too. My people need the rest of humanity, and the rest of humanity needs us.”

A mixture of disappointment and sheer awe filled him. How, in the vastness and cruelty of the universe, had he found a woman so perfectly matched to himself?

“I used to dream of running away.” He muttered, only half aware he spoke aloud. “I dreamed of cutting free of the Imperium, of becoming a farmer. An honest, simple life.”

“It sounds lovely.” You smiled sadly. “But we can’t cast duty aside so easily, you and I. We care too much. All we can hope for,” you placed your hand against his cheek, mirroring him, “is to find someone to share that duty with us. Someone to stand beside us. Someone to love.”

“I love you.” Throne, my hearts feel about to burst with it.

“And I you.”

He kissed you again. Soft and gentle and so, so sweet. When he pulled himself away, you tucked yourself back against his chest.

“Forgive me for hiding all this from you, Roboute. I was afraid. I’ve been afraid for so long.”

“There is nothing to forgive.”

“When we reach my homeworld, my family will stand against us.”

Ferocity welled within him. Lifting you in his arms, he carried you to the great viewport and looked out upon the passing stars. Logically, he knew the star your world circled was not among them. 

Still, he issued a challenge.“I am Roboute Guilliman, Lord of Ultramar, Lord Regent of the Imperium, Primarch.” He held you close. “Let them try.”

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Seeds as parents, pt.3

Last one to analyze, Joseph Seed.

Now, please note: I only analyze each of them as a single parent, and I do it for fun. Also, I use mostly extreme/overreactive examples for better understanding. Also, I headcanon Joseph being 1 type bipolar.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: child abuse, child neglect, PTSD, bipolar 1st type, unhealthy relationship related scenes

The hardest one comes last. Joseph Seed. This man's ability to groom people is incredible. While he poses himself as a father figure towards anyone and everyone, he is, in fact, unlike anyone else, is not able to be a good parent. Not with his medical conditions. Now, I want to specify: I truly believe that Joseph is Bipolar (1st type) and PTSD. And, sadly, being 1st type bipolar changes people. In some phases (mania), people sometimes are not themselves anymore, and we need to understand that Joseph has no meds to control his manias. Now, to the details:

- We all know Joseph has (had) two kids so far. And writers of his lore made it clear that he is unable to raise children. He killed his daughter when he had a mania (or, if you deeply believe in his role as a Prophet, he heard a Voice telling him to do so as a reference to God demanding Abraham to kill his child as an offering). And he never raised his son.

- I want to dive deeper into Bipolar disorder for our better understanding of Joseph's personality. Now, it has 2 to 4 stages: hypomania, mania, interphase, and depression. Mania and depression are the most common ones in the 1st type, while the other two can occur or not, depending on the one's state and conditions.

- Hypomania makes people more agitated and active than usual. It mostly comes and goes unnoticed by a person themselves and their surroundings. It may look like having an extremely good week.

- As for mania, it is much harder and deeper than hypomania. It can occur for a longer time (sometimes, for months or more). Here, we talk not only about energetic state, we actually talk about euphoria and hallucinations. In mania, people can suffer from audial and visual hallucinations. And in mania, people can often go through paranoia, megalomania, delirium, and other states.

- We need to step aside to check megalomania (type of delirium) since this symptom, in fact, occurs in Joseph's life mostly. Common cases of megalomania in bipolar is seeing yourself as God's prophet, God themselves, or any other "higher" and "better" being.

- Depression in bipolar is mostly like any other depression, depends on the person. In Joseph's case we can see depression in Far Cry New Dawn.

- Interphase (or intermission) is a phase when one's mind is in its clearest and healthiest state, showing us the real person behind their disorder.

- With all being said, Joseph's state of mind wouldn't allow him to be a parent. He often puts his megalomania before anyone. He grooms his own people into believing him, and if doesn't work, he actually uses physical force to do so or to punish someone (he poked person's eyes, I mean. And in Far Cry movie, he actually uses a gun).

- With his child, no matter the state of his mind, Joseph would be extremely neglectful. He would groom his child into believing that they must endure, that they must suffer in order to grow. It is simply because he wouldn't want to be bothered by caring about them.

- Joseph is delusional. He truly believes in his power. He truly believes in his prophecy. There is no way to toggle it around, no way to use 'a power of love' or anything else to make him stop. Unless you want to use a horse dose of meds.

- Joseph severely lacks empathy. Or actually has one, but really twisted. He cares and loves and feels sad… but only so far. He doesn't see any difference between his real family and his flock. He 'loves' everyone the same just like God does. But it, in fact, makes him not so caring and very uninvolved person.

- He would kill his child again if he feels this way, sadly. If he feels like God needs another offering, he wouldn't flinch.

- His child, just like his brothers, would be his weapon. He would use his child for the cause. He wouldn't be sad or angry if his child dies along the way, falls sick, or whatever.

- He would feel betrayed and angry, though, if his child would try to fight back and protect their boundaries. He would, in fact, hate it.

- While depressed or in his interphase, though, he would be a better parent. But it wouldn't last long, since most of the time we witness him being in a mania which means his manic phase lasts for months and even years.

- Still, without mania, he would be more attentive. Just like with John, he would scold his child and control them a bit, but he would do it in his soft manner. It still counts as something uncomfortable, but I guess it's better than manipulating and grooming.

- If you need a better understanding of how Joseph would treat their child, you can check Joseph's attitude towards John. It says everything.

And as for textual examples… well:

Joseph's hypomania side, context: grooming his child into his religion

"You see, God chose me for a reason," he sits crouched in front of his kid, smiling at them like a man possessed. "I will lead us all to a better future, my child. You're here because God sent you to help me," he reaches to caress their cheek. "Together, we'll make this world a better place. Isn't that lovely, my child? Isn't that what you want, too?" The kid, looking at him with awe, twitches uncomfortably under his gaze and nods. It makes him smile even more. He presses his brow against the kid's, closing his eyes. "I know it's hard. I know. But we must endure. This is our trial. And we won't fail it, my child."

Joseph's mania side, context: maniacal euphoria, megalomania outburst

"Don't you see?!" His voice shakes the walls of an empty church. He stands proud and tall next to the pulpit, staring down at his kid. They stand on their knees, head down, palms clasped in a prayer. His eyes are feverish, his gaze cold and soul-piercing. "This is what God intended us to do! Pray, my child, for the Collapse is coming!" Suddenly, he rushes to the kid, almost falling on his own knees before them, grabbing them by their shoulders as if to shake them. His voice drops to a hurried whisper. "I saw you standing before me as we march together to the Gates of Eden, my child. God chose us. You will not let him down. The world will burn. Leaders will run. But we will stand. You must stand. Pray now, my child. Pray for what's about to come. Because once it does…" he draws off, a smile creeping into his face.

Joseph's interphase side, context: explaining his child their place

"Hey now…" he smiles, seeing his child pouting from jealousy as they witnessed him hugging one of his flock. He takes them into his arms, raising them from the ground and turning his head to oversee his people moving about their days. "See, my child… God's love is unconditional. God loves us all equally. And from his love, he protects us, and he tests us, and he guides us. We all are God's children. And God taught me to love everyone the way he does. They all are your brothers and sisters. You all are my children. And I am your Father. And I love you just as much as I love them," he looks down at his kid, cradling them closer to his chest. "You mustn't be jealous, now. Remember the story I told you? About Cain and Abel?"

Phew. All three done! Thanks for your attention.

[rastronomicals]

3:05 PM EDT June 19, 2024:

Allegaeon - "Interphase/" From the album Apoptosis (April 19, 2019)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

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[ksadvent]

Day 2 is here!

For the second day of December you get a fic and a poem to shoo away the Monday-blues!

Title: The Day of C'Thia Author: Orabla Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series Rating: Explicit Words: 3,324 Summary: After retrieving Kirk from the interphase and lying to him about his last orders, Spock finally has a moment alone with his captain and beloved. They talk, have sex, fight, talk, have sex... you know, just the ordinary routine after this nearly dying / nearly losing you thing... ;-) In response to a prompt by Orabla. Title: Snowflakes Did Not Fall Author: ForFucksSakeJim Fandom: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Words: 144 Summary: I recall the winters of my youth On a planet where snowflakes Did not fall upon the ground. In response to a prompt by ForFucksSakeJim.