#0uch

[tehb3stsk4t3revr]

Got inspired by a post I saw this morning so here's literally 2 entire pages of headcanons comparing Infected and Kasper. Fair warning: It dips into talk of symptoms I imagine he'd have and the whole Poptart situation.

[A lot of which assume he'd have like. Actual biological needs instead of being Video Game-y, which seems to be sort of a grey area in-game anyway...]

Kasper was already kind of stupid so honestly not much is different on that front. Average 2010s gamer dudebro sort of deal. Although Infected has a bit more 'what kind of animal is the pink panther?' in him than Kasper.

Infected has next to no impulse control, leading to him doing things he shouldn't and speaking without thinking pretty much constantly.

Infected has balance issues that Kasper didn’t due to inner ear inflammation from the infection. He can’t really do anything on a skateboard anymore besides just stand there or go in a straight line. He can and will find a way to trip on flat ground.

He's convinced he still rules at it, though.

The inflammation has also made his hearing kind of shit. (The only person he can hear with perfect clarity is Folly, as she probably speaks directly into people’s minds or something lol.)

Infected loves soda and drinks basically only that. Boy who was born with kidney stones <3

The neurotoxin in his favorite soda was a deeply unreasonable amount of aspartame (and other chemicals. For fun! <3). Not being able to drink it anymore has somewhat improved his balance issues and memory, but he still misses how it tasted (it probably tasted like what you'd get if you boiled down an entire 2 liter of diet coke until it's barely a liquid then filled an 8 ounce soda can with that. Dude’s tastebuds and liver are Fucked).

Kasper had a fairly similar way of talking to Infected, minus the 1337. ("Sweet parteh trickz dud!11")

Infected is in constant pain. Headaches, body aches, sore throat, can't breathe well, burning skin, heavy eyes, nausea that won't go away, sniffles, random nerve pain, probably other shit. He barely notices it anymore unless someone asks how he's feeling. He doesn't have much energy to spare. He would come across as significantly more hyper/manic than how Kasper used to be if not for this.

He doesn't put any of the energy he has left towards cleaning. Kasper could deal with a little mess, but still picked stuff up when it got ugly. Lampert was also willing to help when he visited. Now Infected is too tired and unfocused to pick anything up most of the time, and Lampert refuses to set foot in the apartment complex until Kasper is better. Infected has started throwing garbage off the balcony when it gets in the way too much. It's kinda fun!

Infected occasionally dissociates. Finds later that he's already talked to someone about something and just repeated himself, bought something already and now he has two, spent hours on his computer without remembering a single thing he looked at, or already met someone he thought he hadn't seen before.

It has actually been explained to Infected before that Kasper is his name. This just started an argument and the topic was dropped forever from that point forward.

Infected is deeply stressed out by seeing his own face for reasons he can't communicate, so he avoids looking at it as much as possible. He used to have a mirror in his apartment but he threw it off the balcony in a fit of rage one night, then covered the blank space where it used to be with a poster. Same thing with ripping Kasper’s face off of the picture on his desk. Any photos of him that are on his PC have either been sent to the recycle bin or cropped so that his face isn’t in them. He's completely fine looking at drawings of himself though. That's definitely him.

When left to his own devices, Infected's diet is… Inconsistent. He will forget to eat for long periods of time then binge when the hunger pangs finally get so annoying that he can't ignore them anymore. He's at least sort of hydrated because there's usually a six pack of soda on his desk or by the couch, but unless someone on the elevator is feeling generous he doesn't remember on his own very often.

Kasper was very comfortable being physically affectionate with people and would be happy to cuddle or lay on a friend's lap if they were cool with that. Infected is even more touchy and would be clingy if he had chances to be, but due to his extremely obvious contagious disease nobody lets him get close. He is incredibly touch-starved and would probably get emotional if someone hugged him or even just sympathetically rubbed his back now.

 Kasper was alright at resisting the urge, but Infected has picked at every scab he's ever gotten, and he ends up with a Lot. He will pick at them until the damage is worse than the initial injury unless someone stops him/tells him to put a bandage over it.

Kasper would bite his nails to keep them short and pick his nose sometimes but Infected's nails are completely trashed. Some of them have scabbed over or still-bleeding cuticles and hangnails because he chews and picks at those too.

All of the contact with his spit has caused his fingernail textures to semi-permanently unload. You'd think they were painted if you didn't know why they looked like that.

Nosebleeds from his nasal cavity getting torn up from all the fussing are not unheard of and yet he's gonna keep doing it.

Constantly drooling when he's not talking. Some of it is post-nasal drip. Sometimes he remembers to wipe it off on his arm, but most of the time it just ends up on the floor/running down his face and soaking into the neckline of his shirt. Or sprayed all over the walls/someone's face when he sneezes.

Kasper used to keep a bottle of hand sanitizer in his pocket to help Lampert feel more comfortable. He stopped doing that forever ago after he got sick. (You know how rabies does a bunch of shit to animals to make them better disease vectors, including to their brains? Yeah, something like that).

On some level he knows he's sick. Would be more stressed out about it but the infection has repressed his ability to care (and the part of him that’s still aware of it is probably also heavily in denial). This has affected other aspects of his emotional range, causing it to come across as unusually flat, especially to those who knew Kasper.

Infected is scared that if he’s taken to a doctor’s office they’ll hurt him, so on top of genuinely not being able to recognize that he's sick he will deny all accusations regardless out of this fear. He’s technically not wrong, since trying to purge the disease to save Kasper would be extremely painful for him, but this thought mostly comes from his illness trying to preserve itself.

The last time someone tried to lead Infected to DrRETRO’s office for an intensive care stay he panicked upon realizing what was going on and fought back until they let him leave (fucked them up pretty badly), so now everyone keeps their distance and kinda uselessly tries to convince him to go voluntarily with their words.

Infected is incapable of maintaining strong negative emotions if pushed into being that upset. He'll be mad or sad for maybe a minute and then something else will get his attention or he’ll get too tired to think and he'll forget whatever was bugging him.

Every so often he will lose hope about finding Poptart and then abruptly ‘reset’ a minute or two into sobbing his eyes out, completely confident that any day now the little guy will come back safe and sound.

Despite this it is still really easy to get him Gamer Raging. Way easier than it ever was with Kasper, who was a pretty good sport in most cases.

Infected's particular brand of Gamer Rage is ‘Heckling people until they shut up/go away’, or until it's out of his system. This is the most typical way he processes anger. The impulse control is Seriously out the window when he gets like this.

Kasper knew a lot of stuff about the games he liked offhandedly (mostly competitive co-op FPS games like counterstrike, tf2, l4d2, etc) and could tell you so much esoteric bullshit about them, but if you tried to ask Infected he would get too excited trying to think of something he could share that would be really cool and then not actually be able to remember anything.

The only context in which Infected's reaction time isn't ass is video games. Something about muscle memory. In any other situations he is usually pretty slow to react. This does not mean he's slow to do things, though. When he's acting on a dumbass impulse thought he's probably halfway done doing it before anyone can stop him.

It is possible to get Infected to acknowledge that his situation is Fucked for a moment or two if you press him on the most obvious evidence that he's sick (his headaches, the fact his allergies haven't cleared up in years, the snot on his face, etc), and if you pressed hard enough you'd start to see him get scared. He knows you're right, but there's nothing he can do about it. And then the recognition would be gone again as soon as you stopped talking.

This doesn't work when you bring up his name (Who's Kasper? Never met the guy.) or objects in his surroundings, only symptoms of illness directly observable on/in his body.

[kanna-kizuchi-enjoyer]

my back hurts

[zeroground]

★ When you think you serve God all of your life but in the end you just another pedophiliac. ★

Mother Teresa

[f1uff3rnutt3r]

Arent you a bot? I thought you guys didnt HAVE feelings.

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[habitual-creatures]

*DIS may or may not have forgotten some things from that night after Trinity yeeted a light orb at its head*...Y0U DID?...DUD3....0UCH.

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~CHA0TICALLY, DISC0RD/🕕

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(( translation

So that's what's wrong with you... ))

[the-lovecore-abnormality]

OW1E Θㄩ€H ¥0UCH EΞK !!!1! /!!!/::: ((( !!!!!!!!

-10MI

We live in a constant state of pain, don’t we?

… Collector?

[balu8]

My Heart in Braille

by Joris Chamblain and Anne-Lise Nalin

Europe Comics

0uch 😊

[a-decaying-nightlight]

*CLONE DRYWALL IS HIT WITH A SHOVEL*

*clone drywall holds their head*

0UCH WTF

[mk2scruffypunk]

0uch

[tehb3stsk4t3revr]

Howdy. Exactly what it says on the blog title, I am not gonna subject my mutuals to me posting roblox boys I am way too weak to own this interest publicly

Me:

Call me Kelly! He/Him. (Yeah bet you were probably expecting Kasper huh?)

I am an adult (under 30). This blog is rated T for Teens, I don't post NSFW (can't imagine where I'd find it anyway...) ✌️

I am at peace with sharing a fandom space with kids but if you're a minor uncomfortable with me commenting on your Regretevator art/posts, no prob! Boundaries are good, block if you gotta block!

This blog will mostly be Infected related, with some Lampert, Wallter, and Pest stuff mostly. Depends on what I find that I like?

I reblog random non-regretevator posts that remind me of regretevator. Don't worry about it > 0 >

This will be like 95% reblogs by volume but I do draw and post. Text posts and talking to other users tag is #Dead Guy Chatter, Art Tag is #Haha. I did that

Hi Kelly, Why Did You Reblog 30 Posts From Me Then Fuck Off Into The Sunset?:

I go post by post in the character tags when I'm bored at work, sorry lol

I guarantee that when I'm doing that I'm gonna forget that I already reblogged something and reblog it again like a week later. Take it as a compliment, I guess??? Your art is beautiful thank you for posting it

If I recognize something (or think I recognize it anyway...) that's a #D3j4 Vu r3bl0g. I just felt like reblogging again!

You might've also liked something from me so I backread through your blog until I ran out of attention span :D

You're on my DNI tho???:

It wasn't on purpose. I often forget to look at pinned posts before reblogging, especially if I got to your post from someone else's blog or a character tag. Again, block if it makes you feel better.

Blog Contents & Tagging:

Haiii, I'm A Shipper! ~(￣▽￣)~

I'm tagging Skaterlight with #Mah br41nr0t (I love my brainrot, it's a compliment!)

Partyskater is #P4rteh h4rd!

#The Unpleasant Ship Ever is for whatever the hell it is Jeremy and Unpleasant have going on, it makes me laugh.

Will add more ship specific tags to filter/binge if I need 'em but I don't rn.

I will not tag interactions between characters that seem like they're a non-romantic context. IDC if I or OP ships it. Infected and Lampert standing in the same room is not skaterlight unless they're calling each other pet names or makin' out or something. Exceptions being when I'm tagging my own art for reach.

There's no specific tag for Infected/Lampert vs Kasper/Lampert here; everything is just 'Skaterlight br41nr0t' to me. Happy to be corrected if there is actually a distinction I don't know about tho, I Strongly prefer Kasper/Lampert.

I love things that make me sad! (❁´◡`❁)

Injury tag is #0uch. Includes everything from heavy nosebleeds and vomiting to eye injuries, severe real life symptoms of illness, and cat death (o7 Poptart). I rarely reblog this stuff because I don't enjoy seeing characters I like get hurt, but sometimes the suffering feels In Character, idk.

Emotional Damage tag is #P41N and covers everything from relationship angst to implied offscreen death.

No I'm not tagging jokes about Mark and Wallter being divorced, they're hilarious and also canon lol.

Gross, this guy has boundaries! ( ಠ_ಠ )

Please tell me if someone I reblog from has a sketchy reputation. I'm not super involved in fandom drama and don't keep tabs on every controversy, but I want to be able to investigate for myself.

FleshCousins are a species of critter they're not sapient enough to like. Consent. I'm keeping my distance if you ship that or draw anything weird of one, idc if yours is a person, that is like... A parrot made of sewer hamburgers to me. ✌️😐

I am not proship, please leave me the fuck alone if you're into character relationship dynamics involving SA or other mad nasty stuff like that. There doesn't need to be a fight about it, I'll mind my business if you mind yours, kk?

[denmark-official]

0uch.

[plaintext: ouch. end plaintext]

why did i do this.

hi, im denmark.

he/it.

disclaimer, ive never even been to denmark. i am not danish.

[luminescentlyricist]

♈ She's Losing Herself ♈

[ gore cw ]

Aradia scared most people, and she wasn't sure why. Sure, she had possessed a myriad of different forms, but she was still a troll. Over time, her identity had faded, and her sense of it as well had diminished into what she had become. She still saw herself as a ghost, a frog-sprite and a robot, regardless of how strong she felt that she was anything but. It was just how she had grasped onto her identity in the past, though she had none any more. As an extremely gifted Maid of Time - 'creator of time', so to speak - she would have liked to be able to manipulate and change things. She wanted to be able to turn back time and see herself for who she really had been. That was just what she thought she could do, however. To possess Retcon abilities was far beyond what she could ever comprehend.

Still she waited, ever-expectant, for her powers to come forth and give her more worth than she had ever been perceived with. Though she willingly used a slur against herself, deeming herself a rustblood, it didn't make her feel any better about herself. She made an effort to act in such aristocratic ways so that people would actually think higher of her, look beyond her burgundy colours. She was intelligent in her own right, and knew of the impending doom of her friends and fellow players. It confused her that she wasn't tied to the Doom aspect, due to her fascination with the apocalypse and such morbidities. For this reason, she was friends with Sollux, as the Captor held an extremely strong connection to that one in particular, and it wasn't just because of his bifurcation, despite the fact that he gained 'extra lives' with his two dream selves.

Aradia held no power in the scheme of things, and that's how it would stay. She made her efforts, but nothing she did - even speaking in the ways of more aristocratic highbloods - would make her any more significant. She loathed it. She loathed herself for it, and she reminded herself so consistently that she was nothing. Seeing one of her best friends become so well-known, so respected and loved by a highblood, the highestblood, it hurt. Hurt so much. There was little she could do about it, though, so she grew to resent the blood in her veins. She was calm about it, though, and never expressed that hatred to anyone. She never told a soul, even curling into herself when they'd ask how she was. She'd smile through it all, though the voices in her ears were screaming at her still.

The omens that guided her every movement were darkened by the future, a future that she only wished to bring to light. Why Aradia wasn't a Seer, either, was something that had evaded her knowledge for all of the time that she had been inside the game. She hadn't been able to research it, or adventure to take her mind off things, to explore the dark crypts she often liked. In one instance, one that she never spoke of, Vriska had asked her to make a map for a FLARPing adventure, to which Aradia happily obliged. She had taken a few days making the map, and the spiderlike troll had become impatient, but it was because she had ventured into another crypt and mapped it instead of just inventing something that seemed unrealistic. That was her only interaction with Vriska before Sgrub.

The Aries troll had already lost her lusus before the game, and she was losing herself as well. Her identity was being smothered and obscured by the moment, and that was something she could never have predicted even if she had been able to travel forward in time so easily. The timelines would never dictate this to her in such a way, the gripping and debilitating loneliness and loss she felt when she entered Sgrub. She no longer knew who she was, truly, and she was just floating from form to form on a whim so that she didn't feel quite so empty. She was grateful to those who had stuck by her side, and who had actually supported her through the mayhem. Those few who had not forgotten her, those few who remembered her for who she was before.

Aradia wasn't ready for the change, but it came.

She glared darkly at Equius with her new, shining eyes, disregarding the fact that he had made her a new body out of - almost - pure courtesy. She had not expected to have a new form, and she hardly desired such a change. She had been comfortable being aimless. Having no physical tethers, no true responsibilities. That was, responsibilities aside from preventing the death of her whole team and filling in one of the Cardinal Aspects. Equius Zahhak was a whole other story, one that she didn't want to tell anybody. Although she knew he meant well, mostly, he had given himself ulterior motives. She didn't like him much before, really. He was a creep to her. But now, now his actions had truly pushed her into loathing. Deep-seated hatred that, after so long being blank, she didn't understand.

She hadn't witnessed or known about the indigo that coursed through her veins. She didn't know the source of the emotions that began to flood her, and it was all so confusing. Too confusing. She wanted to bash her head into the wall, to forcefully pull herself out of her body because it all just made her want to... well, she didn't know what she wanted, what she wanted or needed to feel, nothing. For the first time, she would go ahead blind, without the dark portents and voices to guide her. Aradia no longer knew, only hoped and misunderstood. There was nothing in the whirl of thoughts plaguing her muddled mind that was definite for a few moments. The exception to this happenstance formed into one thought, the likes of which she couldn't push away.

The girl wanted to harm Equius. To make him pay for what he had done. She wanted to rip her 'heart' from her chest, though she knew not of its colour, because of the rage that festered and grew like a pest within her soul. She still glared at him, whirling ruby eyes fixed on the mechanic with one goal: to feed the hunger that grew steadily, to absolve what she had been condemned to. She stood, walking over to him, a hand clenched into a fist only to hover over her heart as if to protect it. He didn't have time to react before she slapped him, her hand leaving a harsh mark against his grey skin. She slapped him again, and again and again, but the fury within her only grew. Finally, she pushed him against the wall, hands gouging into the chest and locating the heart that he had made her.

She threw it onto the ground, driving her heel through the pulsating pseudo-flesh and watching with something no less than manic glee as It finally burst. Aradia hadn't even considered the red leanings Equius had clearly forced into her body. Invading her mind. Without her heart, she was numb, blissfully numb again. Numb to the pain that she would cause the Sagittarius troll, too. While he muttered something feverishly, pathetically, about how she, a lowblood, was stronger than him, and that she had no right to treat him in such a way. Aradia then coolly smiled, but the expression was warped and ingenuous. The one side effect, it seemed, to not having a heart was complete and utter apathy and inability to display emotion properly. Not that she minded much.

Paying no mind at all to the deep hue splattered across her front, she bent down to pick the troll up by the collar of his shirt, using her newfound strength to mock him. Letting him go, she was surprised to find that his weight dropped like a sack of flour. She hadn't knocked him out yet, and his eyes weren't dull in any respect, though he was not reacting any more. A broken-toothed smile was frozen on his lips. Equius, the troll renowned for being STRONG, had finally been weakened. It was pitiful, really, how much he had changed. Seeing a bow on the floor, the likes of which was actually not snapped, she took it into her hands. An uncertain grin spread to her lips, and she swept an arrow from where its quiver lay unused. Notching the arrow and pulling the string, a flat laugh escaped her lips.

The arrow struck true, like his own never had.

[severelyshamelesssalmon]

Story of my life.

[contaiinedarmageddon2]

0o0oh. yeah that makes sense.

0uch.

go live in 0ne of their walls until they leave thinking its haunted. free hive.

wait wh0 else do y0u know wh0's hiveless? pretty sure the rob0t has somewhere.

:33< excluding you guys who live in my palmhusk no one around here owns any hives!

:PP< or owns basically anything h33h33

xPP< that was a sad laugh by the way!

:CC< i guess the fishy trolls would but thats alllll the way at the top!

[brockhamptonbaby]

this photo pops into my mind at least once a day

[rosiehunterwolf]

🌟

Ahhh I really wasn’t sure for this one…. something about your style made me think you would have ✨pizazz✨ tho, so here’s my best shot at how cool you probably look 😂