#which include but are not limited to: morse code

[doreymifasolo]

gotdammit, Ram

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Spooder Idia and spider limb regeneration.

Cdysis: When a spider molts, which happens every few months, it sheds its old exoskeleton and gets ready to rock a fresh one. During this molt, the spider also regenerates any lost limbs. It’s like a two-for-one deal, a new exoskeleton and a new leg.

The Blastema: At the site of the missing leg, a structure called a blastema forms. Undifferentiated cells with the power to transform into specialized tissues. These tissues include muscles, joints, and cuticle, the spider’s outer shell. The blastema orchestrates this transformation, guided by complex genetic and biochemical signals. Scientists are still deciphering these signals, so it’s like a cryptic spider morse code.

Slow and steady Growth: Spider limb regeneration isn’t an overnight sensation. It takes time—weeks to months, depending on the spider’s size and the number of legs it needs to regrow. It can take a couple of molts to fully grow a limb that matches the original. The catch? The new leg isn’t always as buff as the original. It might be a bit shorter or weaker.

Species Matters: Not all spiders are equal in the leg-regeneration. Orb-weaving spiders, wolf spiders, and jumping spiders are ones that can regrow legs. But even among them, efficiency varies. Some spiders regenerate like they’re on a mission, while others take it slow and steady.

Spiderlings vs. Adults: Spiderlings regenerate legs more efficiently than their adult counterparts. Adult spiders, on the other hand, take longer.

Now for Drider's, and more specifically, Idia.

I think it makes sense for Drider's to function similarly to their tiny counterparts when it comes to regrowing limbs, though I don't think it would be limited to simply their legs, and they can also regrow their arms and fingers.

The spider nervous system is different than the human one so while I'm sure Idia would feel pain with losing a leg, I'm not sure if it would be to the same extent as a human losing theirs...and likely would be less...messy.

To be honest, he probably has some prosthetics made for him in case of that happening.

[magpie-22]

Book of bill/thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com spoilers!!!

So I was in the website for too many hours today,

I put in “one eyed king” which had a silly little video with Morse code in the background that said “Naitsuaf” which is Faustian backwards

I put that in which gave me Bills pyramid scheme offer and then a soul contract to sign over my soul, the fine print is in code, here you all go:

It says:

This contract is legal and binding. We reserve the right to use your likeness, face, voice and small town pluck in whatever nefarious manner is deemed necessary. Sans soul. Your soulmate will not recognize you and will walk right past you on a cold autumn day. Never making eye contact. Not even processing that you have eyes at all. No amount of interaction will move them to a place where they can remember, In feeling, The thousands of lifetimes you have already spent together. Each time choosing whatever form would keep you closest like otters holding hands in a tumultuous river. You were birds. you were trees with roots entangled, drinking in the sunlight together. Wherever we go next, whatever you choose, I will always be right there with you. Thats done, Buddy, congratulations, you have chosen Bill instead. Mcdonalds reserves the right to put a giant yellow M on your torso and forehead and send you walking through a crowded times square while you scream, the fries, the fries, they don’t degrade in nature! It’s an immortal food! They will be in the landfills long past our deaths. Good god, the things I’ve seen, me, why am I, oh I’m Bill’s previous lawyer, he put my soul into a quill pen so I can write his legal documents until the sun snuffs out like a candle in this sick universe. I used to be so hot, I was so fine, now I’m fine print, speaking of which, Bill reserves the right to put your soul into an inanimate object, a strange creature, a concept, a sentence, a tasteful but rustic mason jar with wildflowers in it. If at any point you wish to have visitation rights with your soul, you will be swiftly denied, unless you had a cool day planned for the both of you, then Bill might want to come along. by signing this document you forfeit any rights to eating soul food, It will turn to ash in your mouth, a fitting punishment for a fool who squandered the only true gift life owes you. Bill reserves the right to dress your soul however he deems necessary, especially if your soul was a nerd before acquisition, soulmakeoverrr! your soul may become fractured and placed into different objects, this has no purpose and will not resurrect to any afterlifes, including but not limited to, heaven, hell, purgatory, big corner, flow state, the dream house, the reincarnation processing center, axolotl, a tank and consequences hole, signee can no longer board the soul train and is advised to discard all bellbottoms, signee can no longer have a puppy as a best friend, they can sense what is gone, cats are indifferent, signee can experience occasional demon possessions from Horculus the Red, Piabos the Merciless, Morbus son of Mortem, Plaga the Oozing and other such common demons roaming earth searching for weakened, empty vessels. tips for ripping your soul out at home: watching youtube commentary channels, attending an extended family event with an open bar, using generative AI for asserting that you are creating, turning a blind eye to human suffering, amassing more wealth than needed, purchasing a blue checkmark.

The punctuation is not all totally correct but I am quite tired and spent many many hours decoding that, I hope you all enjoy!

Don’t forget to sleep, eat food, drink water, and maybe go outside for a bit!

[great-uncle-stanley]

One Eyed King Morse Code Code

Here is the full contract code decoded if someone hasn't done it already. To get to this point, you must type in One Eyed King, morse code is in the background, you get "NAITSUAF" if you type it reversed "FAUSTIAN" You get a huge contract and code:

This contract is legal and binding we reserve the right to use your likeness, face, voice, and small town pluck in whatever nefarious manner is deemed necessary. Sans soul, your soulmate will not recognize you and will walk right past you on a cold autumn day never making eye contact, not ever processing that you have eyes at all. No amount of interaction will move them to a place where they can remember. In feeling the thousands of lifetimes you have already spent together. Each time choosing whatever form would keep you closest, like otters holding hands in a tumultuous river. You were birds, you were trees with roots entangled. Drinking in the sunlight together. Wherever we go next, whatever you choose I will always be right there with you. That's done buddy, congratulations, you have chosen Bill instead.

Mcdonald's reserves the right to put a giant yellow m on your torso, and fries. They don't degrade in nature... it's an immortal food. They will be in landfills long past our deaths. Good god the things I've seen. Me, who am I? oh I'm Bill's previous lawyer he put my soul into a quill pen so I can write his legal documents until the sun snuffs out like a candle in this sick universe. I used to be so hot. I was so fine, now I'm fine print. Speaking of which, Bill reserves the right to put your soul into an inanimate object; a strange creature, a concept, a sentence, a tasteful but rustic mason jar with wildflowers in it. If at any point you wish to have visitation rights with your soul, you will be swiftly denied. Unless you had a cool day planned for the both of you. Then bill might want to come along. A fitting punishment for a fool who squandered the only true gift life owes you.

Bill reserves the right to dress your soul however he deems necessary, especially if your soul was a nerd before acquisition. soul makeoverrr, your soul may become fractured and placed into different objects, this has no purpose and will not resurrect you if you die, signee forfeited all rights to any afterlife including but not limited to: heaven, hell, purgatory, big corner, flow state, the dream house, the reincarnation processing center, axolotl's tank, and consequences hole. Signee can no longer board the soul train and is advised to discard all bellbottoms.

Signee can no longer have a puppy as a best friend, they can sense what is gone. Cats are indifferent. Signee may experience occasional demon possession from horculus the red, plabos the merciless, morbus son of mortem, plage the oozing, and other such common demons roaming Earth searching for weakened empty vessels. Tips for ripping your soul out at home watching youtube commenters channels. Attention an extended family event with an open bar using generative AI and asserting that you are creative. Turning a blind eye to human suffering, amassing more wealth than needed, purchasing a blue checkmark.

[chick-with-wifi]

Meta: Root as the Chosen One

One thing I love about Root's arc is that it's a subversion of the traditional 'Chosen One' narrative.

The Chosen One is usually born with special powers or featured in a prophecy, making them the only one capable of saving the world. Root, however, strong-arms her way into it as an adult by seeking out the Machine for a chance to serve Her ("I don't want to control your Machine. [...] I just want to set it free." 2x01). 

The Machine then chooses her as Analog Interface, likely both because of the abilities and loyalty she demonstrated and out of a desire to help her, which Root eagerly accepts ("The Machine offered me a job. She never said it would be easy." 3x17).

This position gives Root special powers through access to the Machine's omniscience. Including real-time updates about her surroundings ("Twelve US Marshals guard the building, plus our friend over there who was scouting the perimeter that we're now inside. Air support is ten minutes out." 3x10), information about people posing a danger to her ("2 O'CLOCK. 2007 ANTERIOR CRUCIATE LIGAMENT TORN." 3x12, via Morse Code) and being told where to aim when shooting people, which she demonstrates to great effect in 3x10 and 3x17.

Being the Analog Interface comes with the job of "trying to save the world, of course. By preventing the emergence of a second machine." (3x17), then later ensuring their survival when Samaritan comes online ("We had to settle for protecting the seven people who might be able to take it back." 3x23) and working to defeat it ("Because this is war. And the thing we're up against, it has virtually unlimited resources." 4x01). Which, as the one person the Machine speaks to directly, only Root can do.

The typical Chosen One is a reluctant hero, who struggles with the pressure thrust upon them or the idea that they are special. Root steps into the role with ease and enthusiasm, immediately considering herself one of the heroes ("I know it seems weird, but I'm one of the good guys now." 3x17). She feels secure in the idea that she's special ("The truth is that She's chosen me." 3x01) and carrying out her job brings her fulfillment, as demonstrated by her blissful expression when being retasked in 3x19.

She has no problem accepting that this mission, which she takes very seriously, means that her fate is no longer hers alone:

Shaw: Wait, Root, is that all? Where are you?

Root: Right where I'm supposed to be. (3x23)

Despite their doubts, the Chosen One is committed to defeating the Big Bad because they want to save the world. Root is immediately dedicated to the cause ("Like I said, we have a larger fight ahead of us. I think we should be together when that begins. Don't you?" 3x10) and willing to do anything, even give her life in service to it ("If I don't see you, Harold, it's been a fun ride." 4x05). However, this hinges on her desire to serve the Machine and protect Shaw and Finch, rather than any concern about the world as a whole:

Root: In the first thirty minutes after Samaritan comes online, a lot of people are gonna be killed. But they're gonna start with four: you, me, your helper monkey, and Shaw. And there won't be a damn thing anyone, including your Machine, can do to stop it. You think I don't care about people, Harold? I'm doing all of this to save you. (3x17)

Therefore, it is only when she loses these three tethers that her doubts show themselves. After Samaritan comes online and her contact with the Machine is severely limited, she begins to struggle ("She was supposed to remake the world. Now God's on the run. I have to keep going. [...] Even without Her, I can still see the edges of the tapestry." 4x05). She sought out this position because she wanted to be the Machine's Chosen One, now she has all but lost that connection yet remains a key player in the fight.

Shaw is then taken by Samaritan (4x11) and Root's devotion to the cause falters for the first time. She begins to disregard what the Machine taught her by preparing to kill Control (4x12) and torturing Leslie Thompson (4x13). When the Machine tells her to stop looking for Shaw, she walks away both from the team and the job that has been her purpose for so long:

Finch: The Machine is asking us to stop looking for her. Perhaps the Machine does know, perhaps it has a plan. But for our own survival, our sanity, I believe we must reconcile ourselves with never knowing the truth. Otherwise, our pursuit of it will consume us entirely.

Root: Goodbye, Harold. (4x13)

The next time we see her, she saves Finch's life and smiles at a security camera, then tells Reese "there's a lot that's new." (4x15). This indicates that she and the Machine have renegotiated and, while Root is working with Her again, she no longer holds the same unwavering faith.

When Finch has a plan to strike a blow against Samaritan that will likely cost his life, Root directly disobeys the Machine:

Finch: My value to the Machine is irrelevant.

Root: You're too important to me.

Finch: The Machine didn't tell you to do this.

Root: She told me not to. I thought I could sacrifice everyone, I really did. Win some, lose some, right? It's for a good cause. But it turns out I can't lose you, Harold. Not you and Shaw. (4x18)

For the first time, she puts her own needs ahead of the 'good cause' she was willing to give everything for and sabotages a chance to defeat the Big Bad, because she found the one thing that matters more to her than her duty. Finch then tells her "I don't want to see you for a while." (4x18).

Despite all of this, she continues to carry out the Machine's instructions and comes to Reese's rescue in 4x19, then goes back to working with the team.

In 4x21 she gets a call appearing to be from Shaw and instantly regrets stopping her search when Shaw has been alive all this time. Prepared to walk into a trap for a chance to save her, Root uses her own life as a bargaining chip to manipulate the Machine into helping them. Once again, she prioritizes the life of her loved one over everything else.

While following this lead, Root learns that Samaritan is close to finding the Machine and her goal expands to protecting both Her and Shaw no matter what:

Root: They're close to finding you. I don't care what happens to me.

Finch: What did the Machine tell you?

Root: She says it's too dangerous.

Finch: I'm inclined to agree.

Root: This isn't just a rescue mission to save Shaw. The Machine needs our help too. If we don't save them, who will? (4x21)

When Samaritan threatens her to get the Machine to reveal Her location, Root begs the Machine not to do it ("Don't do it. Please. Don't give yourself up. Harold was right. We are interchangeable. You can replace us. You can keep fighting." 4x21). All she wants is to protect her loved ones.

The Machine agrees to Samaritan's bargain, then gives the team Her own number to warn them of an imminent system shutdown and directions for how to help Her. When it looks like they won't be able to get there in time, Root gives the Machine an ultimatum - "No more standing on the sidelines. You want us to save your skin? Get in the game." (4x22). Ever since becoming the Analog Interface, she has been helping with the Machine's mission. Now she wants the Machine to help with her mission.

Root and Finch then save the Machine and work tirelessly until they restore Her. Root is also focussed on protecting her loved ones, which has expanded to include Reese and Fusco ("John needs our help now. You have to give us something to work with." 5x05. "An exit strategy. For you and your son to disappear off the grid, just in case." 5x07).

The priority of finding Shaw never leaves Root's mind and eventually she once again forces the Machine to help her by threatening to withhold her cooperation ("I refuse to do one more mission until I know that what I'm doing is going to lead me to Sameen." 5x07). Together they send a message to Shaw, which gives her the motivation she needs to escape, and Root is so desperate to be reunited that she would have given herself up to Samaritan if Reese hadn't intervened.

Throughout all of this, Root remains dedicated to the war against Samaritan and vehemently advocates for them to take a more offensive stance ("We have to be willing to do whatever it takes now, or we've already lost." 5x03). She then adds to the Machine's code to give Her an edge in the fight ("What if I said I hard-coded a little something extra into the system before you closed it for good? I gave Her the capacity to defend Herself." 5x10), thus fulfilling her duty as the Chosen One by using the abilities and loyalty the Machine chose her for to ensure Samaritan's defeat - but for her own reasons: protecting the family this role led her to.

[gilgamushroom]

HOW TO SELL YOUR SOUL TO BILL CIPHER ‼️‼️ (+ Terms & Conditions CRACKED)

It took.... way, way too long to decode this, so I'm just gonna post it here lol. So!!

From the adorable baby bill page, we've got "ONE EYED KING" which once you put it in the laptop leads to.....

A totally normal recording with no secret messages! Nope, it's never that simple. Morse code reveals a "NAITSUAF" which can also be used in the laptop...

Well, that's fun, now let's click on and go to the contract

Which has a silly little code at the end which translates to "YOU ARE NOW TWENTY ONE GRAMS LIGHTER" and that should be all! except... jesus fucking christ...

Now HERE are the hours of my life that I will never get back. The translation goes:

this contract is legal and binding 🟨 we reserve the right to use your likeness 🟨 voice and small town pluck in whatever nefarious manner is deemed necessary 🟨 sans soul 🟨

your soulmate will not recognize you and will walk right past you on a cold autumn day 🟨 never making eye contact 🟨 not even processing that you have eyes at all 🟨 no amount of interaction will move them to a place where they can remember 🟨 in feeling 🟨 they thousands of lifetimes you have already spent together 🟨 each time choosing whatever form would keep you closest like otters holding hands in a tumultuous rivers 🟨

you were birds 🟨 you were trees with roots entangled 🟨 drinking in the sunlight together 🟨 wherever we go next 🟨 whatever you choose 🟨 I will always be right there with you 🟨🟨 thats done 🟨 buddy 🟨 congratulations 🟨 you have chosen bill instead

mcdonalds reserves the right to put a giant yellow m on your torso and forehead and send you walking through a crowded times square while you scream 🟨 the fries 🟨 the fries 🟨 they don🟨t degrade in nature 🟨🟨🟨 it🟨s an immortal food 🟨🟨🟨 they will be in the landfills long past our deaths 🟨🟨

good god 🟨 the things🟨s i🟨ve seen 🟨 me 🟨 who am I 🟨 oh i🟨m bill🟨s previous lawyer 🟨 he put my soul into a quill pen so I can write his legal documents until the sun snuffs out like a candle in this sick universe 🟨 I used to be so hot 🟨 I was so fine 🟨 now i🟨m fine print 🟨 speaking of which 🟨

bill reserves the right to put your soul into an inanimate object 🟨 a strange creature 🟨 a concept 🟨 a sentence 🟨 a tasteful but rusty mason jar with wildflowers in it 🟨

if at any point you wish to have visitation rights with your soul 🟨 you will be swiftly denied 🟨 unless you had a cool day planned for the both of you 🟨 then bill might want to come along 🟨

by signing this document you forfeit any rights to eating soul food 🟨 it will turn to ash in your mouth 🟨 a fitting punishment for a fool who squandered the only true gift life owes you 🟨 bill reserves the right to dress your soul however he deems necessary 🟨 especially if your soul was a nerd before acquisition 🟨 soulmakeoverrr 🟨

your soul may become fractured and placed into different objects 🟨 this has no purpose and will not resurrect you if you die 🟨 signee has forfeited all rights to any afterlife 🟨 including but not limited to 🟨 heaven 🟨 hell 🟨 purgatory 🟨 big corner 🟨 flow state 🟨 the dream house 🟨 the reincarnation processing center 🟨 axolotl🟨s tank and consequences hole 🟨

signee can no longer board the soul train and is advised to discard all bellbottoms 🟨 signee can no longer have a puppy as a best friend 🟨 they can sense what is gone 🟨 cats are indifferent 🟨

signee may experience occasional demon possessions from horculus the red 🟨 plabos the merciless 🟨 morbus son of mortem 🟨 plaga the oozing and other such common demons roamimg earth searching for weakened 🟨 empty vessels 🟨

tips for ripping your soul out at home 🟨 watching youtube commentary channels 🟨 attending an extended family event with an open bar 🟨 using generative ai and asserting that you are creative 🟨 turning a blind eye to human suffering 🟨 amassing more wealth than needed 🟨 purchasing a blue checkmark

AND THAT'S THAT. I am seeing this code in my sleep :D Anyways, as they say, always read the fine print, unless it's THIS long in which case by god just take this post instead 👍🏼

I'll go back to seeing these symbols whenever I close my eyes now. Take care and don't sign your soul away uninformed <3

[nogu-d-reamers]

A BIT OF LORE:HOW DOGDAY/1202 FEELS WITH...

Disclaimer: This list will not include Catnap, because he deserves his own lore section for describe this complicated relationship.

PICKY PIGGY: Picky or "Miss Piggy" as Dogday used to refer to her, was an experiment that was in charge of feeding the entire playcare; from home sweet home to the counselor's office. However because of Priya's "background"; The experimentation with Picky's mind ranged from forcing her memories to giving her terrible brainwashing; Therefore, the gluttonous personality of the character she embodied with the psychological discomfort of her person constantly fought. Dogday, being able to do little or nothing for her, was limited to placing limits on her when she had a food binge or reassuring her when she couldn't consume even a glass of water. and although it was a small gesture, both sides of Picky were grateful for that gesture from her leader, realizing that Dogday ate mostly nothing and noting her obvious repulsion towards the raw meat she hid and gave behind the scientists' backs. tuna sandwiches. other data: -Although she didn't have functional legs like Crafty or Dogday, she knew how to use her pig hooves to hold things and cook. -Bubba and she use some camouflage liquid bands; which prevents other experiments from recognizing them as adults and attacking -sometimes he jokes about sneaking unpleasant things into all the adults' food (ex. on Chinese food day he said "by the way, have you seen a dogday plushie? I saw him playing near the kitchen before turning on the shredder")

BOBBY BEARHUG:

Bobby/#1186 was what Dogday could consider a "right-paw bear" and a great friend he could count on from start to finish (even before he recognized that she was his friend Minerva). Dogday, aware of Bobby's deaf-mute and that with his paws it was difficult for him to communicate with the children, she acted as a translator so that the children understood what Bobby wanted to say; and in turn, she let Bobby know how loved she was by the playcare children. Other data: -before Dogday arrived at playcare, she was the children's favorite; Although she always maintained a high position in popularity among the little ones in playcare because she was the closest maternal figure to her. -she communicated through morse code (using footprints and scratches) -Dogday realized that she was Minerva because she used a typical Colombian swear word with Hoppy that Dogday (when she was Libby) frequently heard to Minnie when she got angry. -No. Dogday won't say what the swear word is.

Kickin Chicken: Kickin/#1192 was the critter who was most emotionally dependent on Dogday; Well, the person behind the chicken, Carlo Buggatti, who was a normal teenager whose only connection with PP.Co was that his older brother worked there, ended up transformed into that because in an attempt to find his brother he learned something he shouldn't have. , and the playtime scientists preferred to take advantage of it before feeding it to Boxy Boo. As soon as he realized that Dogday could remember and the gas had no effect on him, he told him his entire story at once and begged that it didn't matter if he forgot who he was, that DD wouldn't do it and call him that when no adult was watching him. Dogday accepted the heavy task and helped in everything he could so that he would not be alone and cope a little better with the terrible situation. Other data: - the reason they both have a headband in the illustration is because Kickin, being the only biped, often hit his head; and Dogday, in his desire to ensure that he is not alone, learned to do it even if he ends up equally beaten. -In the brainwashing he underwent he forgot many things, except what he looked like from the outside; In an attempt to compensate for all the support that Dogday gave her, she told her things about the outside that even Dogday when she was human did not know, such as; about what a plane trip was like or that he was a "mate."

Hoppy Hotscotch:

Unlike the character in the series, Hoppy/#1192 was entirely problematic; She was aggressive with the newly arrived children and isolated those she considered weaker. She also hated the fact that an inferior experiment (in the sense of being of a later number than hers) like Dogday wanted to give her orders; Therefore, every time she could, she was aggressive with the dog and if she could find a way for her to end up punished, she did so. There even came a point where Dogday exhausted all of her methods of reasoning with her. Other data: -thanks to Hoppy's terrible character and her horrible way of acting; They made Hoppy's character one of the most hated in playcare. -ironically she was the one who best pretended to tolerate adults. -She was the only critter who partially joined the happy day plan just to annoy the dog, but when she realized that it wasn't a raid, and instead it was a massacre, she tried to fix things… but now It was late when he wanted to do it. -unlike canon (where Hoppy is on the autism spectrum), Margarette is not on the spectrum; She is just a teenager with a horrible character as a result of circumstances.

Craftycorn:

Craft/#1194 started out having a distant character and only focusing on the only thing that kept him sane which was making crafts, and Dogday instead of breaking the wall of craftycorn followed his way of doing things to get closer (and describing it as " feeling a deyabu about it"); He was totally aware that not everyone interacts in the same way, so he started trying to make crafts even though they looked bad on him. Over time he became one of the most trusted friends the unicorn had, giving that love and respect through gifts given by him. Other data: -Like Bobby, Dogday recognized his friend Kennichi through language; in his case he in an outburst of anger in Japanese. -It was known that unlike Dogday, Craft hated being referred to as the character assigned to him, either as crafty (that's why they called him Craft) or as a girl. -However, in a Dogday joke he made to exchange voice boxes he told him "Wasurete, I prefer to sound like a squeaky toy than to sound like the doctor"

Bubba Bubbaphant:

More than being a friendly figure; Bubba / #1187 or "Mr. Bubbaphant" was a guide for Dogday, not only because he was one of the oldest critters; He is the only one who, due to his function, his adult faculties remained as intact as possible. He was always there when Dogday needed guidance when he arrived, and when he needed advice once he served as leader (although he often struggled to keep up with Bubba's detailed explanations). His work as a teacher was greatly displaced when the Delight sisters arrived at school, so Dogday motivated him to be a support for the students who could not keep up with the new teachers (who were extremely relentless and did not conceive the idea that Not everyone learns at the same rate; which is why they were very hard on the poorest students). other data: -While he is conscious enough to remember many things about his human life, he does not remember being Horatio Buggatti. -Dogday accidentally commented that when speaking Spanish he had an accent similar to Kickin. -Like Picky, he wears a band of liquid camouflage to avoid detection as an adult.

[social-muffin]

The last Disciplinary Committee subordinate!

Now introducing to you all!

Oikawa Tsuneo!

Here without his usual pompadour. 😔 Really! If anyone finds a pompadour picrew, PLEASE let me know! They all don't entirely look like themselves... :c

Tsuneo is the most mysterious subordinate in the Committee's inner circle! To the others, Kyoya brought Tsuneo into the Committee randomly one day and he's been around ever since.

Tsuneo is more of a stoic loner than Kyoya. He prefers a good book over anyone's company. Heck, he'll even avoid school and committee events when he reasonably can!

Tsuneo is just 15 years old, yet incredibly book-smart! He speaks multiple languages, including but not limited to, fluent Japanese, fluent English, some Italian and Mandarin, Morse code and Japanese sign language!

Yet despite his multilingual talent, he is a quiet and reserved person. He can go days without speaking to anyone, but not a day passes by in which he doesn't sing.

Before the Committee, Tsuneo was one of the last members of the music club, staying with it until the day it shut down for good. According to Kyoya, he still has the voice of an angel, especially when he sings the anthem!

Tsuneo is the Committee's best spy and the most likely to be chosen to go undercover in another school. Yua has also dressed him up as a girl on multiple occasions. Tsuneo doesn't care about what gender people perceive him as afterall.

His weapons of choice are Tessen. Japanese war fans, which he will use either as a club or as a blade using their sharp edge. And to cool off in the summer heat, of course.

[nicolefirekitty]

love it when half awake thoughts are actually pretty cool ideas

so in a lot of legend of zelda fanworks and aus i've found, the creator has link speaking in sign language which is pretty cool in my opinion

But that's got me thinking; what about the other denizens of Hyrule? Not all languages on earth use a universal sign language, so i imagine with such exaggerated diversity (completely different species) in Hyrule, they wouldn't either. Therefore I have come up with some vague-ish ideas of what the other peoples of Hyrule might use as a method of nonverbal communication. I'm using Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom as the base for this.

also note I'm not versed in sign language at all, so there will be mistakes.

I'll start simple, Gerudo.

The Gerudo people are most similar to Hylians in appearance, both are basically humans though they are treated as a different 'species' as far as I can tell. But it still makes sense to me that their sign would be most similar to Hylian sign, just some words might get a bit lost in translation.

Next up, Gorons.

Due to their bulkier appearance and larger hands, their sign might include their arms more prominently. Certain motions and swings might be dangerous for the other species, but other Gorons would be able to take an accidental hit. They do still use their hands and fingers, but less so than the more human-like species, and the motions would be more like a game of charades.

My favorite, Rito.

Due to their fingers also being feathers, Rito use their feet by tapping their claws, clenching toes, or stomping. For more complicated words they lower their wings so their feather-fingers are in view of the person already looking down and combine motions alongside their feet. Rito sign isn't very common however due to the difficulty of standing, signing, and focusing on what they're even trying to say without stumbling. It's even more difficult to understand while in the air. Only those with impeccable balance even bother unless necessary.

And finally, Zora.

If you look at the Zora's design, their gills are along/near the latissimus dorsi, an easy place to see both on land and in water. Due to this and how water can get extremely dark the further you dive, I imagine it would be pretty cool if the Zora could activate some sort of bioluminescence in their gills to flash in sequences similar to morse code. This would make it easy to see even underwater, and the ability to essentially shut the light off would keep them safe from underwater threats. This idea also comes from how I think it would be difficult to verbally communicate underwater and while swimming at fast speeds.

Like I said, I've limited this to botw/totk for simplicity's sake, but I know there's all sorts of different species in the other games, so it might be cool to explore their nonverbality one day.

[zukkaoru]

for the truth or dare ask: 🍓🛼🔪

🍓 how did you get into writing fanfiction?

literally it was so long ago i don't even remember. i was like eleven and super into percy jackson and somehow stumbled upon ffn and it all went downhill from there

🛼 describe your latest wip with five emojis

answered here but i will do another one for you: 🪢🍷🎒🧛🏻📗

🔪 what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

answered here but hmmm i also did a ton of research for my nikonathan fic including (but not limited to): Bible verses in russian & japanese, meaning and origin of the name nathaniel, meaning and origin of the name phoebe, morse code (english, russian, and japanese), scarlet letter summary, and which states legalized gay marriage pre-2015 supreme court ruling/when they did so

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KKHV CLOCKTOWER RADIO

KKHV is a mixed format commercial radio station, located in Hill Valley, California and owned by the Eastwood Ravine Broadcasting Company.

KKHV CLOCKTOWER RADIO broadcasts from a small studio off US 395, just outside of the Hill Valley city limits near the Lyon Estates neighborhood. The station’s broadcasts can be heard on AM 700, FM 104.1, on various satellite radio platforms as well as world wide via the station’s website. KKHV also operates streaming profiles on platforms globally.

KKHV’s initial grant as a broadcasting station occurred in 1927, however the station traces its pre-history to a 1916 amateur radio station, giving it one of radio's longest historical records.

HISTORY

Although KKHV was not licensed as a broadcasting station until August 1927, by this time the owner, Dana McNeil, and his wife, the former Ida Anding, already had extensive radio experience. KKHV has commonly dated its history back to June 6, 1916, when Dana McNeil was issued a license for Special Amateur station "9ZP". As was true with virtually all amateur stations of this era, 9ZP was equipped with a spark-gap transmitter which was only capable of transmitting the dots-and-dashes of Morse code. Moreover, it was required to shut down in April 1917, when all civilian radio stations were ordered off the air due to the United States entering into World War One. During the war, important vacuum-tube transmitter improvements were perfected that made audio transmissions practical.

Dana and Ida were married in 1921, and the next year Dana McNeil was relicensed for a standard amateur station, "9CLS", located at 152 Pleasant Drive. McNeil was a Chicago & North Western Railway train conductor who worked the Hill Valley-San Francisco run. Ida learned how to operate the amateur station equipment, and began to use it to transmit regular reports to her husband when he was away from home. In 1923, 9CLS underwent a major upgrade, which included installation of a 100-watt vacuum-tube transmitter.

Hill Valley was located in a sparsely settled region of north-central California, with few of the outlying ranches having telephones or electrical service, and communication was severely limited. As knowledge of Ida's radioed weather and news reports to her husband spread, numerous persons in the region began to depend on these transmissions for up-to-date information. 1923 saw the introduction of one of the station's most popular features, when, at the request of one of the listeners, Ida began providing status reports for patients at the local hospital, Saint Mary's.

In 1924 Ida's transmissions received national publicity, via a wire-service article carried in numerous newspapers, which reported that she maintained a regular schedule of twice-daily 30-minute transmissions, at 12:15 and 6:00 p.m., made on alternate days when her husband was traveling along his railroad route.

Amateur radio stations were supposed to refrain from transmissions intended for the general public, so on August 15, 1927 Dana McNeil was issued a broadcasting station license with the assigned call letters KKHV, for operation on 580 kHz with 200 watts from the family home ranch outside Hill Valley. This grant specified operating hours of 6 a.m. to 6 p.m. On November 11, 1928, as part of a major reallocation resulting from the Federal Radio Commission's General Order 40, the station's frequency was changed to 700 kHz, daytime-only.

In 1930 the National Weather Bureau closed its Hill Valley data-collecting station, after which KKHV personnel volunteered to assume responsibility for collecting the local weather information, which was considered vital for area ranchers. Every 6 hours, around the clock, they launched weather balloons and weather-measuring equipment to record information reported to the Weather Bureau and also broadcast over KKHV. Clocktower Radio, named for the city’s iconic clocktower atop the Hill Valley Courthouse building, was and remains the city's only radio station, and it became known as a local institution. The station carried legion baseball games beginning in 1934, as well as numerous live broadcasts of official government proceedings. Ida McNeil generally worked as the station's sole announcer, but because she almost never mentioned her name on the air, she became known by most listeners only as "Mrs. Hill Valley".

In May 1931, Dana McNeil applied to move the station to Courthouse Square under the control of Northern Golden State Creameries, but the move was not approved. (Station KVTO in Redding opposed the transfer, and also reported that KKHV was currently broadcasting "less than an hour a day".) In 1932 KKHV’s transmitting frequency was changed to 700 kHz.,24-7 to increase power without mutual interference. Previously commercial free, that same year the station began soliciting and selling advertising time.

Dana McNeil retired from the railroad in 1935 and died on October 15 of the next year at the age of 71, leaving the station's ownership and operation to Ida. Around this time the family, including the radio studio, moved to 203 Riverside Drive (later renamed John F Kennedy Drive).

In 1942, local celebrity Marvin Berry began broadcasting a show called “Midnights With Marvin Berry” showcasing Rhythm and Blues music from 1200am to 300 am. Berry was the nation’s third African American Radio DJ. His show, now operated by his oldest granddaughter, Mya Berry, continues to broadcast to this day.

In 1956, KKHV celebrated its 40th anniversary. A review noted that Marvin Berry was the station's only other full-time employee, so in addition to being the owner, Ida McNeil was KKHV’s "operator, business manager, newscaster, program director, and advertising solicitor" and was "on the air eight hours a day and spends another six hours or so on paperwork. It's rugged, she admits." In 1957, Ida McNeil received one of the seven "Mike" awards given that year by McCall's magazine in recognition of women in broadcasting.

In 1962 Ida NcNeil, now 74 years old, decided to retire, and sold KKHV to Golden State Radio, Inc. At the time of the sale the station was still operating with a limited "specified hours" schedule and 200 watts, and the new owners began to make significant upgrades. The hours of operation were expanded to the full available daytime hours, and in 1967 the station began operating with 10,000 watts although still limited to daytime-only broadcasts, from a two tower directional-antenna site constructed south of Hill Valley along US Route 395. In 1976 two additional towers were constructed, which allowed the station to add a nighttime service with 1,000 watts and eventually begin to operate on FM 104.1.

The studio remained in the McNeil house at John F Kennedy Drive until 1967, when it moved to a new Building, at the corner of Thomas Drive and US 395.

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[1899netflix]

To the 1899 family,

As you may have heard, Netflix has decided not to renew 1899 for a second and third season at this time. The situation has hit all of us hard, from brand-new fans of Bo and Jantje, to fans who have experienced their work from Dark and beyond. Although 75,000 people have lent their voice petitioning Netflix to renew the show, the future of 1899 remains uncertain.

To show our support, we would like to bring the wonderful and immensely talented 1899 community together to combine all of our positive energy, love, and support for Bo, Jantje, and the cast and crew of 1899 into a fan book filled with letters, art, and other memories from the past years, which we plan to deliver to them in person.

The book will be printed in A3 size, and we will be accepting the following fan-made submissions: letters to Bo and Jantje, 1899 and Dark artworks, videos, all of which will be digitally compiled by our team.

We will be accepting submissions for the fan book via email starting now until March 1, 2023, 8pm CET. Please send your submissions to dark1899entries@gmail.com, alongside the following information: name that you would like to be credited as, country, and social media handle (optional).

Remember: everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end.

Love from Germany and around the world

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Fanbook for Bo and Jantje: Submission Guide

Currently we are accepting written letters, art, and video submissions. Below you will find guidelines for what can be submitted under each category, and what will not be included in the fan book.

Remember, this book will be printed and sent to Bo and Jantje in person. Please be aware that your contribution(s) may be presented or visible to the public, and thus by submitting your entry you are giving consent for the usage of your art, videos, and letters to be presented in a public context.

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Fan Letter

If you would like to write a letter to Bo and Jantje, this is the place to do it. Feel free to include anything you’d like in your letter—you can share what Bo and Jantje’s work means to you, talk about how much time you’ve spent untangling the family tree in DARK, wax poetic about the use of triangles and Morse code in 1899, or simply share your appreciation for them in any way you wish.

Letters can be any length up to a maximum of 1500 words. Optionally, you may also include your name (first and/or last), your country, and your social media handle with your letter. If you wish to remain anonymous, let us know.

Accepted Formats

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Basic formatting (such as bold, italic, underline, and paragraphs) may be used.

Accepted Languages

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If English or German are not your first language and you wish to have your letter proofread, please let us know and we can help.

Content that will not be included

Please avoid using emoji’s.

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Fan Art

If you are an artist who wishes to create art inspired by DARK, 1899, or Bo and Jantje themselves, we welcome creations of all types!

There is no upper or lower limit on what constitutes “art” for this fanbook, as far as content goes; you may draw a portrait of your favorite character, or a comic about time travel in Winden, or stick figures standing on a boat. There is no limit to how many pieces of art you can submit.

Accepted Sizes

It’s recommended that the art piece you submit is 1500x1500 pixels in size, or up. 1200x1200 pixels is the minimum size we can accept to guarantee a good quality.

As the book will be printed, your submission needs to be as high quality as possible, with a resolution of 300ppi (minimum must be at least 180 ppi).

Accepted Formats

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Content that will not be included

Explicit or graphic fanart; this includes excessive gore/violence, sexual content, etc.

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Fan Video

If video editing is more your speed, or if you have a message to share that you feel would be better read aloud or presented on-screen, we are accepting submissions for short videos! Fan videos may be up to a maximum of sixty seconds (one minute) in length.

Ideas for videos might include messages you wish to say to Bo, Jantje, and/or the cast and crews of DARK and 1899;

We will be hosting videos and will be including links to the videos in the fanbook. When your video is complete, please send a copy of it to dark1899entries@gmail.com, along with the information requested above.

Accepted Formats

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Content that will not be included

“fancams” i.e. short videos set to copyrighted music, frequently seen on social media

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FAQ

Q: I currently work on something and may not finish it on time, can I still be part of the fan-book?

A: Yes! Just let us know.

Q:I have a question that isn’t present in this fanbook submission guide. Can I contact you about it?

A: Yes! Send an email to dark1899entries@gmail.com and we will answer your question to the best of our ability.

[heli0s-writes]

felt the fever, knew it was mine

a/n: i am,, , alive. reader/steve fluffy dopey kids who like each other!!! feat. a poor witch as the vehicle for this relationship. 1.7k words. warnings: language

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Steve gets cursed on a Tuesday afternoon.

Cursed as in, yeah, there’s a witch with long dark purple fingernails and glamrock eyeliner aiming her wand at him. She even chants a spell and everything.

For a second, before the lightning rod of slithering green collides with him, you think out of all the goddamn things that could kill him, that you can’t believe it’s going to be Sabrina the Teenage Witch.

He’s sent flying, crashing into an overturned car, flipping with the grace of someone flung off a catapult by a meteorite, and goes limp. 

You don’t realize you’ve moved until you come to in the middle of the street with Bucky’s forearm over your collarbones, his metal hand whirring at your ear as he curls his fingers around your head.

He’s pressed up close, tense, and he’s saying, “It’s over. She’s down. You’re going to cause a scene.” 

Landing a few feet away is Tony, helmet retracting over his face as he grimaces, “Consider it already caused.” Then, with some reverence, “Shit, what an arm.” 

Your dominant hand is clenched tightly and there’s a brief sensation of pain rushing up to your shoulder as you breathe yourself back to normal.

In the distance, Steve’s shield is lodged into the side of a van with a blaring car alarm-- a shocking amount of blood on it.

Not too far away is another limp body and then the rest of your teammates scuttling in front, keeping bystanders and your own horror at bay. 

Panic pushes itself through your already keyed up nerves. You did that? The ragdoll of a person, completely incapacitated to oblivion—you did. Holy fuck.

“Yep,” Bucky confirms, letting you go with a few sympathetic pats on the back.

“No,” you whisper, appalled.

“Yep.” Bucky laughs, then, because he’s a jackass.

Sam lands with Steve, laying him gently down to take stock of his injuries. Nothing looks terribly broken, but he’s unconscious, his body radiating heat, his face a vibrant pink.

“Aw,” Tony crows, “look at that, he’s blushing.”

Bucky crouches, listening for slight wheezing. Growing up with Steve pre-serum put a lot of responsibilities on Bucky’s plate—including, but not limited to, taking care of Steve when he’s sick as a dog.

So he knows best when he announces, “Nah. That’s not a blush; that’s a temperature.”

-

Labeling the way Steve feels as ill, or terrible, or even close to death is an understatement of biblical proportions.

He aches from the topmost layer of his skin all the way down to the marrow of his bones like each cell is being lovingly hand-breaded by glass. It‘s between his eyes, in the folds of his brain, random nerves in his belly and neck and even his knees.

He’s back in Brooklyn, shivering through rough winters on an empty stomach, coughing his puny little lungs out. And the craziest thing is that it’s even worse now since he can feel so much more with his heightened faculties— and that he’s been hit with angry, vengeful magic, which follows about zero conventions of logic. He doesn’t know where to start but the saline drip stabbed into a vein seems reasonable.

“Matilda did a number on you.”

He coughs, “Feels like,” to Sam. His lips are cracked and dry. His throat like cactuses are growing in it. He’s going to stick to one-word answers if possible, and maybe Morse code, when the time comes. “After?”

He’s crawling towards death one full-body shiver at a time and still wants the debrief. Old habits die fucking hard.

Sam makes an amused noise, “This and that.”

“Sam.” Steve can fit so much into one syllable.

Sam hems and haws for a while longer, but because he’s Sam, and because he’s talking to Steve—a brick wall on a good day and the barrel of a gun on a bad one—he relents.

“Alright, alright. You know how we’re all friends?” Sam looks at him like that’s a real, genuine question. Steve listens, unruffled. 

“And... you know how sometimes these things can get... friendly? And you know how sometimes, to the rest of the friends, the two other friends who get on each other’s nerves a lot but then turn around and co-pilot the jet, go jogging at the ass crack of dawn, pick up dinner--” Steve opens his mouth but suddenly launches into a coughing fit, which apparently is a signal to Sam to keep going. 

Sam’s eyes flutter as he interlocks his fingers, pressing his hands to his cheeks like a lovestruck cartoon. “—And man, do they make some serious heart eyes they think no one else can see-- like, it’s real--”

“Sam.” Steve’s wringing the poor syllable dry.

“Right,” Sam replies breezily, “Anyway, those two obviously needed a little push in the right direction.”

Steve grunts himself from beneath the sheets spitefully, easing the IV out and chucking it aside. If he’s embarrassed that Sam just laid bare his entire back and forth situation he’s got going on with you, he’s not going to admit it.

Sam laments, “Man, don’t do that. I’m supposed to tell you to get back into bed. Seriously, if it was one of us, you know, who aren’t—soup’ed up—” He gestures to Steve ambling painstakingly slow, but ambling nonetheless, despite getting blasted in the heart and finishes, “-- it’d be a coma, best case.” 

Steve winces as he pivots, catching himself on a countertop, realizing he’s ass out down the back in a hospital gown, and turns enough to hide.

Sam, who is neither disturbed nor impressed, pouts. “No point in me telling you again, is there?”

“If it makes you feel better, be my guest.”

Sam heaves an offended sigh before staring at the ceiling like it could collapse and put him out of his misery. 

“Alright, whatever, when you get your ass nailed to the wall, don’t come running to old Sam. Old Sam just tryin’ to look out for you, but no sir, no one listens to Sam. Hell.”

Steve grins, mouths thank you, forgets that he asked Sam to debrief him without actually receiving an answer, and hobbles toward the restroom just to get out of sight.

-

He slips and falls, so what?

He knocks his head on the tile, watches the room shatter into stars, comes to with someone yelling half at him, half down the hall, and when he closes his eyes again, he’s out. So what?

He fucks up, is what. He wakes up even worse off, getting a cup of warm soup shoved into his hand, and a set of hard, angry eyes glaring at his ashen face.

“You.”

Steve flinches, blood concentrating and pounding on the welt from his drop. If he could cram an essay into one syllable of Sam’s name, then you’ve got him beat with an entire goddamn dissertation in a single pronoun and a look. 

Getting his ass nailed to the wall is both more and less painful than he predicted. On the upside, it’s not literal, but that’s just how idioms work Steve, you meatball. On the downside, you look like you could peel his face off layer by layer and feed it to him-- and you haven’t even started yet.

“S’ry,” he mutters and wonders if he can swing the Morse code thing or not. You point to the cup in his hand, your mouth slipping into an angry, thin line, and Steve takes a long, showy slurp.

“Mm,” he attempts, “’s good. What is it?”

“Just eat.” Your tone is severe. He puts the option of flattery away.

Steve lowers his head and places the spoon back in his mouth. The broth is silken and tart, bursting with buttery chicken and orzo and a sprinkle of dill with a slight eggy finish. He knows he’s not instantly cured, but when he looks up and your flint-edged expression softens just a little, he thinks he feels it.

“Hey,” he croaks out, for no damn reason other than he wants to. Kinda hurts, though.

You give him an impressive look somewhere between are you stupid and my god, you’re stupid.

Granted, this is par for the course, and he expects a lot more yelling, name-calling, maybe a bit of theatre since you really love re-enacting any of Steve’s poorer life choices just to drive the point home.

When you don’t do any of that, only glaring at your own hands pressed together tightly, he kind of puts it together.

“What,” he pauses, “um, happened?”

An equally awkward few seconds follow before you announce with a tone that kindly suggests Steve to shut the fuck up, “You fell down.”

He’s never been any good at taking hints. “No,” he tries again, “before that.”

“You were supposed to stay in bed.”

“I meant—”

“You got your shit rocked by Hocus Pocus.” You rub your temple before it comes out in a crash of words. “I threw your shield, very hard, in a fit of rage.”

“Oh.”

“Aim… was good.”

“Yeah?” He grins before he can stop himself.

“Don’t look so proud.”

“Can’t help it. Kinda am.”

You poke him in the chest, right in the middle of a bruise, ouch.

“It was embarrassing, Rogers. I showed my whole ass out there, splitting that stupid witch in half with your shield no less, like—"“

You look away, and his face isn’t any better, burning hot with excitement and a small bit of fear because it might just be his stupid brain that’s making something out of nothing. That’s been making up the way your eyes go soft at the edges for him sometimes.

But they’re soft again, now, as you dart them back, chewing on your lip. “Like I was declaring it for the whole world to see.”

He’s grinning now, feeling less hurt by the second as his heart beats fast and ridiculous.

“Oh, Jesus.” You look away the longer he waits like an excited dog for a treat. “Do I have to say it?”

He reaches for your hands, prying them free of each other before you tear all your own fingernails off. Then, he squeezes with a bashful smile. “Me too.”

“Cool…” you blow an invisible lock of hair out of your eyes.

“… Cool?”

“Yeah, don’t smother me, Rogers,” you grunt, sticking out your chin. “We’re not going steady or nothin’, capiche?”

He thinks it’s really cute how, when embarrassed, you start yammering with a slight Brooklyn inflection. Must be how often you’re around him—or Bucky. Steve pales for a second, because there’s much worse you could pick up from Bucky than just a slight twang.

“You showed your whole ass, too,” you shrug, derailing his train of thought. “When you fell in the restroom. The gown.” You make a separating motion like drawing apart curtain, “I found you.”

“Oh my gosh.” Steve flares up red, mortified. “Oh my gosh.” He’s ready to pass back out. Go back into the coma again.

You laugh, and he’d do anything to hear it forever. “Consider us even.”

He buries his face in soup and agrees.

[21ate]

I feel as though you must've spoken about this when it came out, but what is your interpretation of the EMH finale "Introductions" and how it relates to the themes of the audience as an antagonist in EMH as a whole? (If that doesn't appeal to you as a topic, just talk about your interpretation of the finale in general and what it means for the narrative?) <3 Happy 4 years since the finale

wow thanks for the great question!

so, i think that the audience and vinny are very similar in that both perpetuated misery and did so unknowingly. vinny hurt people and we helped it happen just by merely giving it views. those unfortunate enough to go further often met gruesome ends

however, i’m not sure the audience is as much an antagonistic force as vinny is, and that is why it’s important that vinny chooses to give up the camera in the end

sure, we the audience have been “unknowing accomplices” as habit puts it, and yeah…we found entertainment in watching these peoples lives fall apart. we’re enablers as well as a feeding ground for man and habit

but vinny, no matter his intention, no matter the narrative he tries to spin about himself, repeats one simple mistake: broadcasting it for everyone to see

the mere action of doing so dooms everyone. there’s nothing we the audience can do to stop anything. we’re the spawn that just keeps growing, existing for creatures like habit and man to feed on. and they do so through people like vinny

i don’t think vinny learning his lesson after death is meant to be ironic, that it’s meaningless because in a hypothetical next iteration he’ll just forget, rinse and repeat forever. i think this is the only way to begin undoing their curse

see, each time the guys die and enter the candleverse, they retain the knowledge of the life they just experienced. when we first see the candleverse gang, we see the guys speculating about what’s about to happen prior to the the emh iteration beginning

these guys have come from the princeton iteration, so their knowledge of what’s going on is limited by their experience up to that point. which is frankly just a lot of misery and no explanation

except… princeton vinny was told the answer in tape 3. so when he died, candleverse vinny already had a good idea how the next iteration would play out. he knew he’d be responsible

in the morse code video, c!vinny seems pretty nonchalant about everything, having learned he’s the center of so many problems. patrick basically told him that he’s just gonna keep fucking up so why bother telling jeff or evan. he doesn’t care that there’s a cameraman watching them, even seeming to invite it

with this in mind i don’t believe c!jeff and c!evan truly knew the extent of the problem until they found each other again during the emh iteration. at this point they now would know about their roles, and we know they eventually figure out that by watching we are contributing to the problem (the ghost tweet telling us to stop watching, posted by evan and jeff from the candleverse)

thus, i believe that what vinny says about the camera in the end is significant:

“we don’t need it”

evan and jeff (and steph by default) already know that; it’s not something they struggle with. if we believe vin has changed then why include them when he’s the main instigator?

obviously it’s because he’s referring to the audience as well. he’s cutting us off, saying we don’t need to see the rest

this is a change in attitude from the c!vinny we saw back in the morse code video

sure, maybe this doesn’t rectify their problem entirely, but it’s an important step forward. just like any trauma or addiction, recovery is a journey and it starts with admitting you have a problem, which vinny does; and he takes it a step further by swearing off the camera. cold turkey.

man this isn’t even mentioning the implications of the north star but i’ve been trying to answer this ask for long enough so maybe i’ll do that separately

anyways thanks again and pls id love any follow up questions!

[adriart]

here he is! tattooed Q in all of his glory, including (but not limited to):

- leonardo da vinci's skull sketch (he believed that the human soul resides in the place where the three lines meet),

- the psi symbol (thank you for that amazing idea @amrtiamat!),

- the Fibonacci spiral (that's @prismatic-bell's great input!)

- the number VII for obvious reasons,

- the letter Q in both braille and morse code which he got after he was promoted,

- the first thirty-two numbers of pi, each year he adds another one on his birthday (he might have gotten each number he remembers if he could fit about 20 000 numbers on his body),

- a laurel wreath he got after his top surgery,

- "hello world" (the most basic computer program, most people's beginning with coding) in Yiddish,

- d&d dice because that boy is a nerd and loves shapes,

- the testosterone molecular structure he got after starting T,

- a circuit board that interconnects all of his other tattoos,

and some more! there's still space left on the canvas so i might just come back to this someday

[hannahhook7744]

Hunelim;

This is a throuple ship headcanon list and aesthetic with Hunter, Elisa, and Jim Jr.

🐩🐈‍⬛🕊🐩🐈‍⬛🕊🐩🐈‍⬛🕊🐩🐈‍⬛🕊🐩🐈‍⬛🕊🐩🐈‍⬛🕊

Jim Junior's actual full name is James Brown, Jr.

Everyone calls him 'Jim', 'Jimmy', or 'J.J' though.

Jim loves dogs and cats, and so does Hunter.

Elisa, on the other hand, loves birds (mainly doves).

His parents still call him 'Little Sweeper'. His friends think it's hilarious.

He still owns Scamp, though the dog is much older now.

Elisa has a pet dove named 'Dearie'.

Jim also has a simease cat named 'Mischief'.

Hunter still has his pet cat 'Cuddles'.

He also has a pet chicken named 'Peaky'

Elisa's full name is Elisabeth Marceline Fae.

Hunter's full name is Hunter Claudius de Vil.

Elisa is the oldest at 29.

Hunter is the 2nd oldest at 28.

And Jim is the youngest at 26.

Elisa and Jim went to school together and were friends before they all started dating.

And they met Hunter at family day when he was alone and eating from the chocolate fountain, each of his pets slung over his shoulders.

For the most part, their families were supportive.

Cruella was the exception but no one really cares about her.

Most of their dates take place at the zoo, various pet cafes, book shops, and occasionally carnivals and amusement parks.

Jim works at a candy shop because he adores sweets.

Hunter and Elisa do too, and always get a discount when they come in.

But Jim definitely has the biggest sweet tooth.

Hunter and Elisa both call Jim Jr various affectionate names including but not limited to; Little Sweeper, Jimmy, Jamie, Jim-Jim, slim-Jim, J.J, Jam, and Brownie.

Jim and Elisa call Hunter various affectionate nicknames to including but not limited to; Hun, Hunt, Huntie, Hunny, and Hunny bunny.

Jim and Hunter have nicknames for Elisa too and here they are; Elle, Lisa, Lizzy, Birdie, and Liz.

Elisa wears and smells like flowery perfume, Jim wears fresh scents and candy, and Hunter smells like musk, ink, and earthy scents.

They all also smell like their pets to an extent.

None of them notice.

They all have different types of music; Elisa likes bubblegum pop, Jim likes Classical, and Hunter likes Jazz and rock.

Their song is 'They don't know about us' by one direction.

They kept their relationship a secret for the first year because they weren't sure how people would take it.

They all love chocolate, spaghetti, and fish and chips.

And tea and coffee and energy drinks. And sweets.

They all know sign language and Morse code, which they communicate with constantly.

It can be annoying.

They are all very supportive of eachother but Hunter is usually the one to talk sense into the others.

He is also more graceful than both of them, which annoys them both greatly.

Hunter works at a tech repair shop and is also a part time mechanic and youtuber.

He also keeps his younger cousins out of trouble as the oldest.

Eliza does the same with her cousins.

Eliza works as a magazine editor and is alot more confident and popular than Jane.

Jim often helps them with their younger cousins because he doesn't have anything better to do.

They return the favor when he discovers that his Aunt Sarah has a child named Eddie Balthazar, who is a bitter teen detective with very little impulse control.

They also stop the panic attack that ensues because Jim really doesn't think he's cut out to be a role model yet.

Elisa and Jim comfort Hunter after his own panic attacks and nightmares that were brought on by Cruella's continued mistreatment of him and his cousins.

Strangely enough a restraining order against Cruella de Vil is ordered on behalf of the de Vil cousins despite the fact non of them asked for one.

Niether Jim nor Elisa will admit to having played a part in it.

Hunter knows and is grateful.

They often listen to each other rant about their various differing interests without complaint.

When one of them is sick , the other two will do anything to make their day.

They also read and show off to eachother often.

They are friends with Varian, Cassandra, Keira, Catalina, and Diego's friends.

They love road trips and theme parks.

And movie theaters, drive ins, food trucks, and circuses.

Jim and Elisa patch Hunter up whenever his inventions/experiments/interent challenges go wrong.

Sometimes they scold him, sometimes they don't.

They all say they are the best things that have ever happened to eachother.

They all plan to get married one day because that is allowed in Auardon and on the isle.

They share clothes and food with one another and no one else.

Jim has to constantly stop Elisa and Hunter from blowing things up.

He is the only one who doesn't blow things up on accident or on purpose.

None of them like swimming other than Hunter. Even he doesn't like it that much.

They eventually move with eachother.

Carlos lives with them until he is 18. By choice mind you.

All of the de vils are claustrophobic.

Elisa is ironically afraid of heights.

Jim is afraid of needles.

Jim and Elisa both hate Cruella with every fiber of their being.

Elisa and Jim's families do too.

Jim's relationship with Hunter makes his attempt at a relationship with Eddie, Aunt Sarah, and Edgar Balthazar go alot smoother.

Elisa was in alot of clubs when she was in school (Auardon Prep) and so was Jim.

Elisa taught Jim how to drive.

They both taught Hunter how alot of things in Auardon work.

They have alot of throuple things. Mainly so no one will be dumb enough to ask the obvious.

They adore eachother's pets and younger cousins.

The de Vil adults approve when they see Jim and Elisa are good enough. Except for Cruella but again, no one cares about her.

Jim's parents and Eliza's family were wary of Hunter at first but got over it quickly.

They have matching tattoos that they let Diego do so he'd shut up about it. Not alot of people know it.

Their anniversary is March 18th.

Jim and Hunter often take care of Elisa when she gets writer's block or magical burn out.

Hunter has burn scars on his hands from his inventing.

And shakes occasionally from years of not having proper medical care after being (repeatedly) electrocuted.

Jim and Elisa stop liking Beast and Belle when they discover this.

And Fg gets a bloody earful from Elisa.

Jim is allergic to peanut butter but still eats it. It leaves him rashy.

It drives Hunter and Elisa crazy.

Hunter carves their initials into things often.

They have video game competitions often.

Jim likes crafting miniatures and makes them for his loved ones often. Especially Hunter and Elisa.

He also collects toy trains.

He and Eddie have alot in common surprisingly.

They both like detective novels and vintage music and photographs etc.

They can have children with all of their genes cause magic.

Jim is a theatre kid.

Jane is the maid of honour for their wedding. And Carlos and Eddie are the best men!

Ivy is one of Eliza's bridesmaids and Diego is one of the groomsmen on Hunter's side.

Her name was Eliza as a kid but now she preferred Elisa cause it sounded softer.

(@eahravinqueen and @descendants-extended helped me with this and are allowed to add in the comments. Anyone who thinks of any hobbies for Jim let me know).