#Karl The Weasel

[knizuu]

Karl!! :D

[lunastars21]

CYBER SINGER MIKA FANS!!!

I wonder how they were able to get tickets?

[f4nggzz]

Happyy Halloween!! So, I'm not very fine in the moment, and thanks to that, I was not able to finish the animation I planned, but I just really wish you all a wonderful Halloween, and thank you for everyone for interacting with my Fang posts :')

[askteamhooligans]

Fang, hadn't you poisoned your companions in prison?

"i didn't have any companions till Bean and Bark, or been in prison in sometime with cellmates..so maybe you just either had a similar dream...orrrr this is some other multiverse mumbo jumbo bean keeps talking about.

nonetheless...I'll certainly keep that idea in mind in case i get tossed into the slammer again, Thanks for the info..heh"

[disabled-battlekukku]

To me, Fang's relationship with his cousins is that one white pikmin gif

[rat-rosemary]

If any animal were to ask Dream he would say that he has no favorites.

I, however, God of this world, do, and Dream was raised by rabbit gods, so he does think and default to a rabbit on a lot of things

He calls Tommy and Wilbur weasels because of the weasel war dance and how they always seem to be able to get in close to bite him again

[lunastars21]

Gets out my book which is pretty small since they are very insignificant and only appear like

Once or twice in some volumes before getting killed off

Imma just tell ya don't worry about reading Archie at all fam, I GOTCHU home slice bread alice

NUMBER ONE:

So Jeff (the only one with facial hair he has a beard woah! And honestly looks better in the art with fang than the concept art one in my opinion!), Konor (beanie very cute I know his concept art says conor by his wiki says Konor, I just stick with Konor!) and Karl (silly boi definitely), when being made they are actually named after staff members who worked on that volume of the comic! Karl bollers (Writer), Jeff Powell (letterer), and Conor Thomas (Inker). Their names are only told in the fuckin encyclopedia though it's never mentioned in the comic itself.

They first appear in issue #122 okay

And ya know what they do in their first appearance

RUN OVER WOMEN

THESE BOYS HAVE SUCH An

ENTRANCE

Very sad that's not the marvelous queen fang is riding it's just a random bike but like

RUN OVER WOMEN, I mean, fang did warn he was incoming tho lol got em

NUMBER 2:

Uh they kidnap Sally, yada yada yada

But they capture Jeff, he's the only one that doesn't escape.

SLAMS TABLE, AND THE ONLY ONE WITH SOME KINDA PERSONALITY

The trio are just..thugs they don't have much but being bad

But ya know what Jeff has that the other two DON'T

ABSOLUTELY UNFAZED WHEN BEING THREATENED TO BE DROPPED OFF A TOWER!

Like ignore the last two fuckin

Beating him down images, THIS MAN YAWNED AT THEIR ATTEMPT TO MAKE HIM TALK,

AND HE LAUGHS AT SALLY'S DAD FOR LOOKING PATHETIC, LAUGHING AT ROYALTY THIS MAD MAN, HE MAY NOT LOOK ATTRACTIVE BUT BY THE GODS HE HAS GUTS

And that Influences my Jeff, god's speed you fuckin mad lad jerk!

NUMBER 3.

Left page they do look very SCRUNKLY, look at them with their little guns, awww, baby men trying to be threatening, daww uwu

Uhh sadly sonic finds them, beats them up, save Sally, yada yada yada love triangle bullshit whatever, Fang is the only one that escapes okay, the trio are all captured now and kinda pissy at fang for ya know, him being the only one out but what do you expect him to do, get caught at the same time as you guys come on NOW, I bet they would've left the same way if given the chance.

NumBer 4.

Anyway fang gets Captured eventually and oh no

LIKE IDK WHY THEY STILL MAD

If anything they should've worked together to escape and we could've gotten interesting character development but NOOOO. Ahem my salty self aside, fang escapes on his own and

Poisons their food according to the encyclopedia. And that's the last we ever seen of them.

Closes book.

So basically

Characters with good designs that COULD'VE had a good relationship with fang, but instead Archie threw that away and didn't use them later. With Jeff being the one I find that had a ton of potential!

So that kick-started off my attachment to them and basically adopted these weasel's

And like try to get the sonic community to adopt them and give them something! So yeah!

I wonder how the staff feel to basically being killed off...I mean having a character named after you in a comic only for them to vanish..man!

Also God this is very long sorry whshsj thanks for reading my ramble if ya gotten this far

Okay actual question from moi today

Do you have a version of Karl, Jeff, and Konor in your fic/universe, are they just background characters or..

Not important since they aren't really important in Archie either being their only appearance and

They get killed...

Sobs

Why must I get attached to underrated characters

I know nothing about them except they exist. 😭

I'm open to learning about them though!

[thebardostate]

Is Your Mind Real?

Is your mind "real" in the same sense as a table is "real"?

In the philosophy of mind, materialism is the belief that reality consists of nothing more than interactions between material things like atoms. Physical reality is all there is. That goes for the mind as well, which (if it exists at all) is believed to be generated by the brain. (Materialism's main rival, dualism, is the belief that the mind and brain have independent existence. )

Materialism has been around since the scientific revolution began in the 1600s. Classical materialism was based on the ideas of Newtonian physics and envisioned a clockwork "billiard ball" universe in which:

The same physical laws apply at all measurement scales (micro to macro);

Reality is deterministic and predictable;

Reality is objective, in the sense that it exists independently of any observer;

Everything in existence can be reduced to the interactions between atoms; and

Space and time are absolute, linear, and distinctly separate dimensions.

All of these classical premises have been undermined by modern physics, but materialism has been updated to get around these difficulties, as we shall see.

Physicalism

Physicalism is the view that the world consists of the things that physics says it contains (Ney 2008). But which physics are we talking about? If it's our current understanding of physics, then physicalism is plainly wrong since our current physical understanding is likely to be deprecated by new physical theories just as classical materialism was deprecated by relativity and quantum physics.

Maybe we can couple physicalism to some future, final, and completely accurate version of physics. You've probably heard this claim before: We may not know all of the answers yet, but we'll eventually figure them out. (Karl Popper derisively termed this approach "promissory materialism".) The problem here is that we have no idea what a future physics might entail. Maybe physics will discover that the mind isn't generated by the brain, but is instead a nonlocal phenomenon. In that case, it will be dualism rather than materialism that can claim the imprimatur of a future physics.

But setting that objection aside, who gets to decide "what physics says"? Physics is not monolithic and there are many areas where agreement is by no means universal. For example, relativity and quantum physics have stubbornly resisted a century of efforts to unify them. They each make correct predictions in their own domain, but they don't mesh with each other.

Finally, value-laden concepts like aesthetics and ethics are quite difficult to reduce to the interactions of atoms. That kind of transformation is one-to-many (homomorphic) rather than one-to-one (isomorphic) with important implications:

Under a homomorphism we lose information and cannot preserve the property of whether an underlying system is deterministic or stochastic. This is a major blow to physicalism from the perspective of free will and the philosophy of mind.

Under a homomorphism we cannot conclude anything about what another observer would see when they view "the same" system. In other words, the sort of reductionism that physicalism demands makes objective reality impossible even in principle.

So physicalism is a slippery and difficult form of materialism to defend. It doesn't explain the mind, it simply explains it away.

Scientific Naturalism

Well, if tight coupling to physics didn't work, maybe we should loosen that coupling and try it again. Perhaps reality arises from natural material phenomena in a holistic way, with physics lurking around somewhere at the bottom of it. This scientific naturalism: nothing mental can happen without a corresponding change in a physical object. The philosophical term for this is supervenience, as in "all mental processes supervene on purely physical processes in the brain."

Of course, 'natural' is the biggest weasel word in philosophy, and has been ever since Rousseau. Here it is used to gatekeep the supernatural, which is the entire point of materialism anyway. But how do we know that the phenomena currently termed as supernatural (e.g., near-death experiences, terminal lucidity, children's memories of past lives) aren't precisely the kinds of discrepant edge cases that lead to new theories and scientific revolutions? This is the "future physics" problem all over again. Indeed, one prominent philosopher of mind, David Chalmers, is confident enough in such a possibility that he describes himself as both a naturalist and a dualist - thereby severing the link between scientific naturalism and materialism.

So once again, materialism fails.

Plato's Cave

From a systems philosophy perspective, let us postulate that the physical universe is an operationally closed system, by which I mean all of its causal processes are endogenous to that system (they are self-contained within the physical universe) and it contains no exogenous variables (i.e., no Platonic 'givens' that originate from outside the physical universe.) This is materialism at its most abstract, the metaphysical equivalent to 'what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.'

The biological sciences are closed because they depend on the physical sciences. The physical sciences are closed because they depend on mathematics.

But mathematics is not operationally closed.

As Tarski's Undefinability Theorem has shown, arithmetical truth cannot be defined in arithmetic; and (more generally) for any sufficiently strong formal system, truth cannot be defined within that system.

Therefore, truth is an exogenous variable.

Therefore, the physical universe cannot be operationally closed.

Therefore, materialism fails.

Materialism fails because truth cannot be reduced to interactions between atoms. Since truth is a value, it also follows that at least some values are exogenous to the physical universe.

This difficulty cannot be removed by appealing to a multiverse like the Many Worlds Interpretation of quantum physics, since the system boundary can be drawn arbitrarily large without invalidating the syllogism.

So Plato has the last laugh.

In Conclusion

"The intuitive and common-sense feel of materialism seems to last only as long as as one keeps one's statement of it vague."

Edward Feser, Philosophy of Mind: A Short Introduction, pg. 45

Materialism needs science. Science does not need materialism. In fact, to the extent that materialists remain temperamentally opposed to accepting the validity of so-called "supernatural" phenomena like near-death experiences, terminal lucidity, and children's memories of past lives they are actively blocking scientific progress.

Materialism is a "theory of everything" and as such it is brittle to any evidence that the mind is nonlocal to the brain. But there is empirical evidence that the mind can exist independent of the brain, and even survive the death of its host before being reborn in a new host. Over the next few days I will be posting empirical evidence in support of that hypothesis before concluding this series with a grounded dualist theory of the mind.

[kwebtv]

The Lost Room - SyFy Channel - December `11 - 13, 2006

Supernatural / Mystery (3 episodes)

Running Time: 262 minutes Total

Stars:

Peter Krause as Detective Joe Miller

Elle Fanning as Anna Miller

Chris Bauer as Detective Lou Destefano

April Grace as Detective Lee Bridgewater

Dennis Christopher as Dr. Martin Ruber 

Julianna Margulies as Jennifer Bloom

Kevin Pollak as Karl Kreutzfeld

Peter Jacobson as Wally Jabrowski 

Ewen Bremner as Harold Stritzke

Roger Bart as Howard "The Weasel" Montague

Chris McCarty as Milton Vrang

Margaret Cho as Suzie Kang 

Jason Antoon as The Sood

Jason Douglas as Anthony

Hugo Perez as Pumeet 

Tim Guinee as The Occupant, formerly Eddie McCleister

Jorge Pallo as Ignacio "Iggy" Loca  

Ann Cusack as Helen Ruber

Harriet Sansom Harris as Margaret Milne

Benjamin Petrie as Isaac Kreutzfeld

Chris Monberg as Little Jim

Nicholas Guilak as Arjun Mehta

[seelie-regent]

Dazai, Poe, & Nikolai headcanons

Nikolai and Dazai live with Poe. None of them feel the need to mention this to anyone

Once when Poe was bored Nikolai taught him how to build a bomb. His logic was that if anything could cure the boredom it would be building bombs and it was good knowledge for a book. He turned out to be right about both of those things.

They regularly go see Broadway shows together

Nikolai forces them to have horror movies nights together once a month

They regularly get high together

Both Nikolai and Dazai turn Poe's backyard into a stunning garden

Everything in their shared house is payed for by Poe

Between Dazai having two weasels and a pygmy goat, Nikolai having two rats (named after Sigma and Fyodor), two sugar gliders (named after Poe and Dazai) a parakeet named Nicole, and Karl the house is incredibly chaotic

All three are more than willing to pet sit if one of the others need it.

If one starts with some over dramatic nonsense the other two are at least 80% likely to join in

They have a group chat together

All three have absolutely zero impulse control and will 100% join in on a stupid idea the other had. It gives Chuuya, Ranpo, and Sigma gray hairs.

They regularly drag Chuuya, Ranpo, and Sigma on triple dates. Somehow they always go exceeding well.

Nikolai has forced the other two to go to the mall wearing full on ball gowns with accessories with him multiple times

[crowtrobotx]

Lottie has a book report that she has to present in front of the class. Tell me about it.

“Siiiigh.” Kris pretended not to hear Lottie’s dramatic exclamation over the sound of the television - she didn’t get many chances to watch garbage reality shows and dammit, it was a rainy Sunday and she would enjoy it. Summer was coming to an end - soon her free time would be engulfed by Lottie’s robotics and theater club fundraisers, parent teacher conferences, and the ever growing list of back to school items she’d have to fist fight the lesser mothers for. Karl’s deafening snores from the armchair to her left necessitated subtitles and the occasional rewind but it was fine - she had wine and a box of Cheez-Its all to herself. Nothing was going to ruin this moment for her. 

“Uuuuuuughhhh…” Don’t look. Be strong, woman. Kris couldn’t believe that Brandon was seriously thinking his batshit relationship with Stacia was going to work out. They were complete opposites, and not in the good way - not to mention Stacia was clearly only in this to further her influencer career. Kris privately was always rooting for a giant meteor to kill all the contestants, but she was truly addicted to the drama - it was one of her deepest, darkest secrets. She took a larger than average swig of her merlot when somehow yet another gratuitous pool scene graced the screen, adjusting her position on the couch in preparation for what was sure to be a very long and brain dead manufactured drama scene.

“MOOOOMMMM….” “....Yes, dear?” Kris didn’t make eye contact - maybe if she didn’t look at her daughter, she would give up. Like a tiny, space-bun sporting tyrannosaurus rex.

“Can you help me with my book report? Pleeeeaase?”

“You’re a smart girl. I’m sure you can figure it out - you just need to focus instead of thinking ahead to whatever madness you and Papa have planned for this evening.” Lottie groaned on the opposite end of the couch before flopping back onto the pillows dramatically, a pile of worksheets in hand. 

It was a partial truth. The science and math teachers from kindergarten all the way up until now - her freshman year of high school - had always sung her praises incessantly. “Lottie’s a genius,” this, and “Lottie should consider advanced courses,” that. Karl practically vibrated with pride each and every time - it was adorable, but Kris would jump off a bridge before she let him know that. Their daughter, like most children, put forth a lot of effort into what she was interested in, and why shouldn’t she? The arts were something else entirely. Kris realized with every passing year that those particular talents of hers had been totally overridden by whatever methods the Heisenberg genes used to weasel their way into every crevice imaginable. She’d never come close to failing, no, but more than one exhausted looking and cable knit sweater boasting English teacher had commented that it didn’t seem like she was really applying herself in their subjects. Kris always promised they’d work on ‘encouraging her curiosity’ at home before invariably having to physically restrain Karl from attacking them for the audacity of criticizing Lottie in any capacity. It was only a matter of time before he was totally banned from the school grounds..

“Please? You’re really good at this woo-woo stuff and if I don’t finish I won’t be able to help fix the motor in the Thunderbird later!” Woo-woo stuff? Kris grimaced. Wasn’t she a cool mom? She glanced at the boxed wine, visible on the kitchen counter the next room over. She couldn’t possibly be becoming…. A lame Pinterest mom?

“What book are you doing the report on?” Kris asked far too quickly. She pretended to focus back on the elimination ceremony playing out dramatically onscreen. “Frankenstein.” Of course. “That’s a good one,” Kris nodded, tearing her eyes away from the TV to look at her daughter, who was putting on the most suffering, miserable expression she could muster. It seemed she’d even dressed to look as pathetic as possible - an old, stained hoodie with the faded logo of her father’s garage still vaguely visible on the front and socks with holes in them poking out from beneath the throw blanket. “What’s the basis of the report?” Lottie held out a worksheet with five questions printed on it. It was less a formal essay and more a series of thought exercises she’d apparently be expected to present to the class once summer vacation ended. To Kris’s surprise, four of the five empty spaces had been filled with Lottie’s barely legible chicken scratch - but they appeared to be largely literal questions. It was the fifth and final question that seemed to be turning Lottie’s little brain into dust. “Consider the gender roles in the novel. Is it possible if Dr. Frankenstein’s love created the monster instead of him, that she would have been a better role model, and would her maternal nature have changed the creature’s outcome?” Kris read the question aloud, mildly impressed with the magnitude of what was being asked. “Well, the way I see it, you just need to assert your opinion and defend it. It’s actually kind of hard to get wrong.” Lottie worried at her lower lip. Karl mumbled something that might not have been English in his sleep. Kris took another sip of her drink, privately ruminating on the question herself - it had been a long time since she’d had to write a paper and even longer since she’d read the book.

“I mean… is she asking if a girl made the monster if the story wouldn’t have been so dark?” “Sort of,” Kris commented. She reached over and tucked a stray curl behind Lottie’s ear, much to her teenage offspring’s dismay. “Your teacher is asking you to think about how men and women are portrayed differently in the story, and if you think a being like the creation might have benefited from a gentler touch versus the hyper masculine figure he was given. Again, I don’t think there’s a wrong answer. You just need to think about it. Would you have done anything differently from Dr. Frankenstein?” Lottie blinked. “I would have given the creature chainsaw arms.” Kris shut her eyes and exhaled slowly through her nose. Chainsaw arms. A part of her wanted to pat her daughter on the head and tell her to carry on, just to make the first parent teacher meeting more interesting. She wondered how Mrs. Hernandez would work fucking chainsaw arms into a conversation. “Well, see,” Kris began, choosing her words carefully - a task that felt Herculean against the asinine conversation on the television. “That’s a thought. For sure. You could argue that women are entirely capable of unethical and insane decisions as well, and the gender of the creator matters less than their belief systems and moral compass. But I think you need to address how 

Elizabeth is characterized - which is more traditionally feminine - and if you think the story is making a nature vs. nurture argument.” “I think that the creature would have been happier with chainsaw arms. And a laser eye - like Cyclops from X-Men.” “Wouldn’t we all,” Kris stared at the dregs at the bottom of her glass in dismay. Lottie scribbled something down hastily, giving her mother a false hope that perhaps she’d gotten a spark of inspiration and would finish her procrastinated summer work at last. Netflix asked Kris if she was still there, and she hastily smashed the “yes” button ten times in response. “You know,” Lottie began, mercifully either ignoring or missing the tightening of Kris’s fingernails on the arm rest. “I thought I’d like this book more than I did. I mean, maybe I’m crazy, but it seemed like the author was condemning what she thought was unethical science.” “Oh? Do you think?” Kris was torn between feeling proud and wanting her daughter to stop talking before she extinguished the little flame of hope she’d unknowingly ignited. “Yeah. It seemed like…. I don’t know. It’s weird, it’s almost like she was saying there’s a difference between scientific advancement and like… I don’t know, humanity? Like even well intended ideas can have monstrous outcomes?”  Kris nearly fell out of her seat, her eyes glued to Lottie with baited breath.

The teenager held her mother’s gaze a moment before laughing and going back to frantic scrawling. “But chainsaw arms could have solved everything. There’s no problem that can’t be fixed if you can turn anyone who pisses you off into hamburger meat.”

This is a punishment for a horrible transgression committed in a past life. I know it. It has to be. Kris smiled and patted Lottie’s hand affectionately. Wordlessly.

“Snrk… HUH?! Shit… how long was I out?” Karl, having apparently not died in his sleep, sat up in alarm, looking from his wife to daughter like a man stepping out of a time machine.

“Long enough,” Kris said blankly, rising from her nest on the couch at last to refill her wine glass. “Lottie was just finishing her homework, why don’t you two head out to the garage while I start dinner?”

“Hell yeah!” Lottie exclaimed. “C’mon Papa, I had a great idea while you were sleeping…”

[knizuu]

This is them. The family.

I just have a feeling that when the cousins and Barrette went on good terms with Fang, they just give him the violent sibling vibe. XD

[lunastars21]

The shoplifters play Minecraft!

Don’t you dare jump for the beef Konor…

Also Nic and Elias being pretty

[f4nggzz]

THE GANG!!!!!

Yes i did a redesign of the weasel trio, maybe soon i'll make a art of Nic!

Andy is one OC of mine(He exists since 2014 but at that time he was just a Fang recolor XD)

[askteamhooligans]

I heard you guys have been around team shoplifters, are they friends or foes?

"They got a new member recently as well but I haven't met them personally yet, all I know is its finally NOT a weasel."

[savage-rhi]

Lucas to Karl: so when you gonna hook me up with your sister?

@rebelwithoutaclock Coming up!

"So," Lucas cleared his throat.

"So what?" Karl quirked an eyebrow behind his shades, peering up at the lanky man sitting across the table from him. He drew another card to play into his hand, smirking that he had a full house. Not that the damn Baker kid had a chance of winning in the first place, especially not to a pro and lord of the village, but Karl felt a great deal of pride swell in his chest knowing he had Lucas by the balls in their high stakes gambling.

"When are you going to hook me up with your sister?" Lucas snickered. "You know, the big one with the giant tits. Can't easily miss that around here! I reckon' you're eager to be rid of her so it's a win-win!"

Karl chewed on the end of his cigar, and his dark eyes once more leered up to focus on Lucas. The smoke that he had subtly inhaled traveled out of his nostrils as he let out a deep sigh, and shook his head.

"There's a million things I'd love to do to that cold hearted bitch," Karl began, slowly watching the charm and charisma drain from Lucas's face when the younger man realized Karl wasn't going to play his game.

"Hacking her head off with a rusted saw, bleeding her dry like she's done to so many victims, ripping her limb from limb via Lycans and watching--and a whole host of other shit I'm not at liberty to say in public--are a few things I'd absolutely would love to put Alcina through. However, never in a million years would I let a sniveling little sack of shit like you touch her."

"And they say the lords of this village don't have a heart," Lucas chuckled nervously, and swallowed soon after. He cautiously reached for another card from the deck, and made a face. "Look, Heisenberg, I only said what I said in jest! I mean we're playin' a mean game right? Sometimes crap slips when money is at stake for me. Think nothin' of it!"

"Nice try shit weasel," Karl huffed and then smirked when he presented his hand, throwing the cards on the table. "And you lose, by the way."

"God damn it!"

Karl's let out a ferocious onslaught of cackles and laughs throughout the tavern as he watched Lucas jump to his feet and slam his fists to the table.

"Best two out of three!" Lucas gestured. "C'mon!"

"Alright, alright, already," Karl scoffed, sniffling after he calmed himself down. "Double or nothing."

Karl savored this moment, and decided to let this play out a bit longer. He fully intended on slaughtering the Baker kid outside of the village territory after this, but he wasn't going to lie to himself: this was the most fun Karl had in ages. He'd give the kid that.

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