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We know that blood is essentially a dengerously radical steroid for hybrids with the term “blood drunk” being used to refer to it. Is it possible for the effects of the blood to wear off or is there a cure being developed in case it’s misused?
If this is a spoiler, all good.
Blood itself isn't a steroid, but it's an extremely effective method for monsters to 'juice' themselves, for lack of a better term. After all, if it was, i think there'd be the wrongful association that vampires are all high out of their minds (which isn't the case, their bodies are just engineered to process vast quantities of blood better).
The vial of blood that Roba ingested prior to fighting Price was doctored by his 'vampire friend' who'd been experimenting with ways to unlock the dormant abilities of hybrids' full-blooded ancestors, so for him it made him more chupacabra than a man and unlocked previously sealed-off abilities (more strength, longer + sharper teeth, etc). The effects after the first dose are not symptoms of blood drunken-ness.
When Gaz says he thinks the cockatrice hybrid he, Soap and Ghost fought was blood drunk, it was mainly due to it's animalistic behaviour. It didn't speak, just screeched, and seemed feral and uncommunicative, essentially lashing out. Monsters can get this way by gorging, essentially consuming blood and only blood in excess. Doing this stimulates their baser animal instincts which results in a sort of simmering adrenaline-infused haze that also grants a temporary boost to a monster's abilities.
The reason why Roba behaved similar to this after Ghost accidentally dosed him a second time is because his system was overloaded. So, different path but similar destination.
So to compare:
Gorging (e.g cockatrice hybrid): consuming large amounts of blood and ONLY blood for some time.
results in -> blood drunk: feral, uncommunicative, enhanced abilities (temporary) but mostly unchanged
Drugged (e.g Roba): consuming one (1) vial of blood from mysterious vampire friend
results in -> ???: enhanced abilities (permanent), still retains normal brain function (after the intended dose), unlocks transformation
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Hehe oc / siblings au lore drop time!!!!
(It’s kinda long sorry lol)
BEHOLD:
The Assistant!
Assistant was designed to look aesthetically pleasing. They don’t love their appearance that much, but at the end of the day, being doomed to look cute that isn’t the worst fate that a purposed organism could face. They’re Unparalleled Innocence’s messenger, but they also just sorta assist UI in general, hence the name.
UI is actually one of the decent Iterator parents in the au, but Assistant still got bored of running errands, and wanted to have an adventure. UI reluctantly let them go, telling them that they would be missed and were welcome back anytime.
Assistant was thrilled to have their adventure, but they were also what one might describe as ever-so-slightly privileged. They worked, yes, but they hadn’t actually had to survive on their own before, hunt for their food or fight for their shelter. So they were struggling somewhat, and considering cutting their losses and going back to their easy yet boring life with their parent.
And then Assistant met someone. Another purposed organism their age, the toughest, bravest and strongest slugcat they’d ever seen. Someone with beautiful purple eyes.
Assistant met Artificer.
Things were pretty good at first. Neither of them had really even had a proper friend before, let alone a relationship, and they rode the high of young love and freedom for a while. Assistant gave Artificer the love she’d never had before and desperately needed, and Artificer kept Assistant safe. But their happiness didn’t last, as Artificer started to go back to her old self.
Assistant eventually decided that they’d had enough, and it wasn’t worth it anymore. What followed was a messy breakup which left Assistant with a scar and Artificer with a broken heart. (This breakup happened before Artificer knew she was going to be a mother.)
Assistant was happy to be out of their unhealthy relationship, but didn’t have anyone to protect them from the unforgiving ecosystem anymore, and wound up going back to UI.
They still want to see the world, but don’t want to be on their own. if only there was somewhere they could go where they wouldn’t be alone. Maybe somewhere with a bunch of slugcats… some sort of community…
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Katelyn:
#lore time!!!#when the drake stuff happens katelyn is in her family home celebrating her younger sister's birthday (she's a middle child)#so aaron calls her but she misses the call and then keeps overthinking whether she should call back or not#and aaron doesn't call again#I know it doesn't really make sense but katelyn is going through her quarter life crisis at that point#and questioning a lot of things like what she truly wants out of life (this is kinda triggered by her older sister having a kid)#so this is why she hesitates to call aaron back (+ this is very early in their relationship and she doesn't know about drake at all)#right person wrong time type shit#katelyn mackenzie#ex-raven neil au#Spotify
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Y'know it's gonna be a long chapter when just the brief outline is 650 words
#LORE TIME!!!#God I am so ill about the 1800s guys you don't understand#I mean you probably *will* understand once I post it#But still#They make me SICK and I need to talk about them#Texan stereotype runs around manor while being chased by pumpkin guy and constantly harassed by Jeff Bezos (cherry and blueberry flavored)#all while getting a bunch of letters and diaries only for the old lesbian back at home to just burn it#because she's petty that her situationship with a child born from 1800s intersex man mpreg ended so poorly#I love this fic so much it's unreal actually <3
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i honestly still think about this post daily
#im watching young justice rn and every time someone says his name i involuntarily go IS THERE A LORE REASON-#dc#batman#r/batmanarkham#batman arkham#arkhamverse#dick grayson#nightwing#reddit
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Move To A Darker Place
This is a story of Man Vs. Machine.
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Last March, my father attempted to file his Taxes.
My beloved father is a Boomer. Unlike most Boomers, my father is rather handy with technology because he was one of the people that had a not-insignificant hand in Developing a hell of a lot of it. He was studying Computer Science at Cal Poly before the computer science degree existed. I have many fond childhood memories of skipping through the aisles of various electronic and computer part warehouses while Dad described something that either terrified the staff or made them worship him as a God. He taught himself how to use his smartphone. Internationally.
So when he saw the option to file digitally with the IRS through the “ID.me” program, he leapt at the chance to celebrate the Federal Government finally entering the Digital Age.
It was all going swimmingly for about six hours, until he was ready to file and the system told him that it needed to verify his identity.
“Very Well.” said my father, a man unafraid of talking to himself and getting something out of the conversation. “It wouldn’t do for me to get someone else’s return.”
The System told him that it needed him to take a “Digital Image ID”.
a.k.a: A Selfie.
“A-ha!” Dad beams. Dad is very good at taking selfies. He immediately pulled out his phone, snapped one, and tried to upload it.
Please log into your Id.me Account and use the provided app to submit your Digital Image ID. The System clarified.
“Oh. You should have said so.” Dad pouted, but used his phone to log onto the ID.me account, do the six security verification steps and double-checked that the filing looked the same as it did on the desktop, gave the IRS like nine permissions on his phone, and held up the camera to take his Federal Privacy Invasion Selfie.
Please align your face to the indicated grid. Said The System, pulling up a futuristic green-web-of-polygons approximation.
“Ooh, very Star Trek. Gene Roddenberry would HATE this!” Dad said cheerfully, aligning his face to the grid. My father is a bit… cavalier, when it comes to matters of personal information and federal government, because he’s been on FBI watchlists since the late 60’s when he was protesting The Vietnam War and Ronald Regan before he’d broken containment. Alas.
Anyway, there is very little information the federal government does not have on him already, but he’s as good at stalking the FBI as they are at stalking him, and had worked out a solution: He has something approaching a friendship with the local Federal Agent (Some guy named “Larry”. Allegedly), and got Larry hooked on Alternative Histories and Dad’s collection of carefully-researched “there is very likely buried treasure here” stories, and Larry is loath to bother his favorite Historical Fanfiction author too much.
But I digress.
After thinking for a minute, The System came back with an Error Message. Please remove glasses or other facial obstructions.
And here is where the real trouble began.
See, my father wears glasses that do substantially warp the appearance of his face, because he is so nearsighted that he is legally blind without them. His natural focal point is about 4 inches in front of his nose. While Dad can still take a selfie because he (approximately) knows where his phone is if it’s in his hand, he cannot see the alignment grid.
He should ask someone to take it for him! I hear the audience say. Yes, that would be the sane and reasonable thing to do, but Dad was attempting to do taxes at his residence in Fort Collins, while his immediate family was respectively in Denver, Texas and Canada. He tried calling our neighbors, who turned out to be in Uganda.
He looked down at the dog, Arwen, and her little criminal paws that can open doorknobs, but not operate cell phones.
She looked back at him, and farted.
“Well, I’ll give it a try, but if it gives me too much trouble, I’ll call Larry, and Larry can call the IRS about it.” Dad told her.
She continued to watch him. Arwen is an Australian Kelpie (a type of cattle-herding dog), going on 14 years old, deaf as a post and suffering from canine dementia now, but she still retains her natural instinct to Micromanage. She was also trained as a therapy dog, and even if she can’t hear my dad, still recognizes the body language of a man setting himself up for catastrophe.
So, squinting in the late afternoon light next to the back door, Dad attempted to line his face up with a grid he could only sort-of see, and took A Federal Selfie.
The System thought about it for a few moments.
Image Capture Failed: Insufficient Contrast. The System replied. Please move to a darker place.
“...Huh.” Dad frowned. “Alright.”
He moved to the middle of his office, away from the back door, lit only by the house lighting and indirect sunlight, and tried again.
Image Capture Failed. Please move to a darker place.
“What?” Dad asked the universe in general.
“Whuff.” Arwen warned him against sunk costs.
Dad ignored her and went into the bathroom, the natural habitat of the selfie. Surely, only being lit by a light fixture that hadn’t been changed since Dad was attempting to warn everyone about Regan would be suitably insufficient lighting for The System. It took some negotiating, because that bathroom is “Standing Room Only” not “Standing And Holding Your Arms Out In Front Of You Room”. He ended up taking the selfie in the shower stall.
As The System mulled over the latest attempt, Arwen shuffled over and kicked open the door to watch.
Image Capture Failed. Please Move to a Darker Place.
“Do you mean Spiritually?” Dad demanded.
“Whuff.” Arwen cautioned him again.
Determined to succeed, or at least get a different error message that may give him more information, Dad entered The Downstairs Guest Room. It is the darkest room in the house, as it is in the basement, and only has one legally-mandated-fire-escape window, which has blinds. Dad drew those blinds, turned off the lights and tried AGAIN.
Image Capture Failed. Please Move To A Darker Place.
“DO YOU WANT ME TO PHOTOGRAPH MYSELF INSIDE OF A CAVE??” Dad howled.
“WHUFF!” Arwen reprimanded him from under the pull-out bed in the room. It’s where she attempts to herd everyone when it’s thundering outside, so the space is called her ‘Safety Cave’.
Dad frowned at the large blurry shape that was The Safety Cave.
“Why not?” he asked, the prelude to many a Terrible Plan. With no small amount of spiteful and manic glee, Dad got down onto the floor, and army-crawled under the bed with Arwen to try One Last Time. Now in near-total darkness, he rolled on his side to be able to stretch his arms out, Arwen slobber-panting in his ear, and waited for the vague green blob of the Facial grid to appear.
This time, when he tapped the button, the flash cctivated.
“GOD DAMN IT!” Dad shouted, dropping the phone and rubbing his eyes and cursing to alleviate the pain of accidentally flash-banging himself. Arwen shuffled away from him under the bed, huffing sarcastically at him.
Image Capture Failed. Please move to a darker place.
“MOTHERFU- hang on.” Dad squinted. The System sounded strange. Distant and slightly muffled.
Dad squinted really hard, and saw the movement of Arwen crawling out from under the bed along the phone’s last known trajectory.
“ARWEN!” Dad shouted, awkwardly reverse-army crawling out from under the bed, using it to get to his feet and searching for his glasses, which had fallen out of his pocket under the bed, so by the time he was sighted again, Arwen had had ample time to remove The Offending Device.
He found her out in the middle of the back yard, the satisfied look of a Job Well Done on her face. She did not have the phone.
“Arwen.” Dad glared. It’s a very good glare. Dad was a teacher for many years and used it to keep his class in order with sheer telepathically induced embarrassment, and his father once glared a peach tree into fecundity.
Arwen regarded him with the casual interest a hurricane might regard a sailboat tumbling out of its wake. She is a force of nature unto herself and not about to be intimidated by a half-blind house ape. She also has cataracts and might not be able to make out the glare.
“I GIVE UP!” Dad shouted, throwing his hands in the air and returning to the office to write to the IRS that their selfie software sucks ass. Pleased that she had gotten her desired result, Arwen followed him in.
To Dad’s immense surprise, the computer cheerfully informed him that his Federally Secure Selfie had been accepted, and that they had received and were now processing his return!
“What the FUCK?” Dad glared. “Oh well. If I’ve screwed it up, Larry can call me.”
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I bring this up because recently, Dad received an interesting piece of mail.
It was a letter from the IRS, addressed to him, a nerve-wracking thing to recessive at the best of times. Instead of a complaint about Dad’s Selfie Skills, it was a letter congratulating him on using the new ID.me System. It thanked him for his help and expressed hopes he would use it again next year, and included the selfie that The System had finally decided to accept.
“You know, my dad used to complain about automation.” Dad sighed, staring at the image. “Incidentals my boy! My secretary saves the state of California millions of dollars a year catching small errors before they become massive ones! He’d say. Fought the human resources board about her pay every year. I used to think he was overestimating how bad machines were and underestimating human error, but you know? He was right.”
He handed me the image.
My father was, technically, in the image. A significant amount of the bottom right corner is taken up by the top of his forehead and silver hair. Most of the image, the part with the facial-recognition markers on it, was composed of Arwen’s Alarmed and Disgusted Doggy face.
“Oh no!” I cackled. “Crap, does this mean you have to call the IRS and tell them you’re not a dog?”
“Probably.” Dad sighed. “I know who I’m gonna bother first though.” he said, taking out his phone (Dad did find his phone a few hours after Arwen absconded with it when mom called and the early spinach started ringing).
“Hey Larry!” Dad announced to the local federal agent. “You’re never gonna believe this. My dog filed my taxes!”
Larry considered this for a moment. “Is this the dog that stole my sandwich? Out of my locked car?” he asked suspiciously.
“The very same.” Dad grinned.
“Hm. Clever Girl.” Federal Agent Larry sighed. “I figured it was only a matter of time before she got into tax fraud.”
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#Family Lore#Dogs#arwen#Arwen the Crime Dog#Taxes#Ronald Regan mention (derogatory)#long post under the cut#this one is funny this time#I could really use some extra tip money this month
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um can we make this a real thing??????
please tag any other fandom that could use this meme format
#calling all animation fans#cartoon fandom#anime fandom#gravity falls#amphibia#the owl house#star vs the forces of evil#steven universe#hilda netflix#the amazing world of gumball#mphfpc#my litte pony friendship is magic#phineas and ferb#ninjago#she ra and the princesses of power#adventure time#harry potter#lore olympus#nevermore webcomic#cursed princess club#invader zim#kindergarten game#kindergarten 2#scott pilgrim#over the garden wall#dream smp#the little prince#wings of fire#w
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tim drake is the type of guy to drop random lore then walk away.
tim: ugh i hate baseball, it’s like, when you have to play it in order to save a whole planet once, every game after seem boring
dick: that’s not…
tim: only downside to that was how we almost totaled barts brand new spaceship
dick: what spaceship??
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tim: oh, hi mom
shiva: hello timothy, how are you? still keeping up with your training i take it?
bruce: mother? she’s not your —
shiva: let’s spar then timothy, let’s leave it strictly non lasting injuries, i don’t rather feel like dying by your hand again today
tim: of course!! ^-^
bruce: again?
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tim: man i forgot to take my meds again
duke: your meds for what?
tim: i have no spleen, so i have to take probiotics, it really is manageable but i dont know where those pills went
duke: i’m almost scared to ask, tim, how did you lose your spleen?
tim: weird spider dude, it was a whole thing
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tim: you talk a lot of shit for someone who got replaced as heir to your immortal grandfathers empire by me
damian: you what!?
tim: i regularly beat his ass at online chess every week too, and i don’t think you’ve seen him since he stole your corpse
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tim: here
jason: what’s this?
tim: a box of all the photos i took when i obsessively stalked you for your entire tenure as robin
jason: thanks?
tim: you’re welcome, bye!
jason: … creepy ass kid…
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steph: so how did you to get together?
bernard: well —
tim: i saved him from a getting cut open by chaos monster cult members
bernard: yep, i was rescued from being a vessel for a greek god, and we just really clicked afterwards
steph: well, it’s better than the brick
#i’ve forgotten cass- but let’s be honest she already knows all of the tim lore#the whole lady shiva mom thing is just a silly little thing of my own creation#you can’t tell me tim didn’t see a woman who spends more time with him (even if it’s spent fighting) than his actual mother#and didn’t immediately imprint like a baby duckling#dc#robin#tim drake#red robin#nightwing#dick grayson#bruce wayne#batman#jason todd#red hood#damian wayne#duke thomas#the signal#signal#stephanie brown#spoiler#batgirl#bernard dowd#timbern
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playstation wife gf post trinity
#I THINK ABOUT THESE ALLL THE TIME.ALL THE DAMN TIME.#this is like tess essential lore#tessential.#tess talks
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Part 1 of my modern avatar au, the fire nation
#avatar the last airbender#atla#atla azula#atla zuko#atla mai#atla ty lee#mailee#because they in messy yuri in this au#atla modern au#technically all of them work under ozai's company in some form#azula of course is very close to power zuko is at a lower position than her#mai is under her father's department which is in ozai's company#ty lee is in an idol group sponsored by ozai's company#mai visual kei girlie in her free time duh#zuko also depicted when he finally gets out of ozai's company and works at Iroh's cafe#ive got like a decent amount of lore built up so far around this AU so dont worry sokka katara aang toph and suki have places in this world#also its set on our earth so real life locations not the nations#my art#atla fanart
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hadn't seen anyone post the full comic about laios + falin's family on tumblr yet so. here you go source is from the reddit
#in general i haven't seen as many translations of the new content get posted here which is like fine#but it was annoying me that the pages shared here and on twitter were missing sections. lore is serious business#the less lore the average tumblr user knows about the more nonsensical takes i'm forced to read. so im taking direct action#this is the last time im posting manga pages here i don't want to become a manga pages blog#beepbeep.txt#dungeon meshi#dungeon meshi spoilers
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Gregory asks Michael an important FNAF lore question..
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#fnaf vanessa#fnaf vanny#fnaf gregory#michael afton#fnaf#security breach#sister location#fnaf fanart#five nights at freddy's#Vanessa really wants to get on Michael’s good side#all their interactions one on one has been negative#so she hopes today will be better! … she was wrong#Gregory heard her request and respectfully denied it BAHA#Gregory asks THEE most important fnaf lore question.. let the boy cook#Michael doesn’t like to be reminded of that time..
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adventure time lore is insane. it starts off just being a goofy kids show that has magic for no reason, but then you learn that all magic users are manic and/or depressed (what betty calls sadness and madness). because it turns out magic is actually a cosmic force beyond mortal comprehension, that itself was learned from cosmic entities that predated the existence of time itself inside a sea of monsters. and "magic" really is just understanding more about the nature of the universe than most people. that, in a way, reality isnt "real" and understanding that allows you to mold it. and thats magic. but that drives you to insanity and/or apathy. and there are beings who hold significant cosmic importance who are more prone to magic. and the reason magic became prevalent on earth is because of a nuclear war a thousand years ago, which released the entity that represents the destruction of all life onto the world. and after a nuclear apocalypse this gave way to a new earth, where magic could thrive. but a lot of the beings we see arent even magical, theyre just mutants from what happened 1000 years ago. and humanity as we know it has been all but wiped out. but everything stays the same because cycles of war and violence continue. and it doesnt matter if its nukes or magic. everything stays the same, but still changes.
#adventure time#and this is literally just barely the tip of the iceburg#theres so much lore for literally everything#as a kid watching it i thought it was cool. but i feel like i really appreciate just how much went into it as an adult#esp knowing how much was improvised! its genuinely so fun and has such cool concepts#and its still a silley show. its fun. its so much fun#cartoon of all time#of all. adventure time
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top 10 most ominous tweets in recent memory
#soda offers you a can#does this mean we have less frequent releases to give devs more time to work on the games??#a return to the 2000s era where lore carried over from game to game???#do the unhinged sonic youtubers get whatever it is they want from their funny little animal game????#find out next time on sonic x
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"Young man, you cut that tsundere bullshit, I know what you're doing, I wasn't born yesterday." - Secret Brat Tamer Volkarin
#emmrich volkarin#dragon age#dragon age 4#dragon age: the veilguard#dragon age veilguard#dragon age the veilguard#da4#DAtV#veilguard#dragon age spoilers#Call this man a convertible cuz he's a soft top#he's absolutely considering if he should just spank Rook then and there xD#I obvs had my Rook love the necropolis etc but I love seeing what other sides of Emmrich emerge#if you play a Rook who dislikes it/is reluctantly getting into it a lil' xD#and you get different lore and character trivia from each of your answers#like Emmrich has had romantic encounters in the past but hasn't had time for it the last couple of years#that the Mourn Watch wear grave gold to remind themselves of their own death#these are cool little bits i never learned in my own playthru cuz i picked other options so it's nice to find out#Rook's line in the last pic is all of us old man fuckers lbr xD
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I’m so excited for simons terrible horrible no good very bad day
#photos#adventure time#fionna and cake#simon petrikov#finn the human#finn mertens#discord#peachpit lore
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