#MY HYPFIX ARE COMBINING

[unvexes]

overwhelming urge to combine my two hypfixes into a post rn. (umbrella academy + tmbg)

[kingdom-creatin]

MCYT Star Trek AU

Present Year: 2392

Vessel: USS Lepidoptera, Sovereign-class, NCC-1727, 855 crew, 23 decks

(Note: Regarding language proficiency: ‘S’ means speaking, ‘R’ means reading, and ‘W’ means writing. Regarding degree notation: ‘BS’ means a Bachelor’s Degree and ‘M’ means a Master’s Degree. Pips are the small symbols that denote one’s rank within Starfleet, and for the time period of this AU, these pips would be small, hemisphere shaped, silver, and located on the right breast.)

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Techno Blade

Commander in Operations, Chief of Security, 3 Pips

Age: 42 

Timeline:

Born and raised in the Dilithium mines on Remus. Was a slave miner until age 14, then was selected for combat by Romulan commanders along with 50 other children in his mine region. His commanders recognized his skill in fighting and in weaponry and after the battle he was relocated and trained as a guard for a Romulan councilman. He remained as guard to the councilman and his family until he was 25. When the Dominion War began, he was removed from his position and returned to the army ranks as a front-line soldier and small command tactician until the war ended. He was then returned to guard of the councilman who had survived through the war. When he was 29 (2379) he participated in the coup to overthrow the Romulan control over Reman and Remus and was resettled off of Reman by Starfleet and offered entrance into the academy after his involvement in the resounding battles. He remained at Starfleet to study for about 10 years and for the last 3 years of enrollment he refocused his studies to enable him to join as a crew member on a fleet vessel.

Qualifications and Degrees:

Military history (BS)

Interstellar politics and law (M)

Agriculture (M)

Navigation (BS)

Specialized in rifle use, high skilled in phaser and disruptor combat, also experienced in projectile and plasma weaponry

Languages:

Federation Standard (S,R,W), Reman (S,R,W), Romulan (S,R,W), Vulcan (S), Dominionese (limited working proficiency S), Cardasian (limited working proficiency S,R)

Race:

Reman - partially telepathic (can dull pain in those suffering, and can invade minds of others), once slaves to the Romulans in dilithium mines, light sensitive, great warriors, used often as cannon fodder in Romulan wars, tension after 2379 with attempt to fight Federation, resettled by Federation off of Remus due to hate crimes and violence against them by Romulans, called Havrannssu by Romulans

Attributes:

OCD (projection brrr also ‘chat’ translates well), concerning relationship with the concept of death and dying for the sake of duty, isolated but desperate to form close bonds due to prior treatment on Remus and as a guard to members of the Romulan Empire, PTSD-C (more comprehensive breakdown of this later), can become panicked by extended time in close proximity to Romulans and experiences mild heightened anxiety around Vulcans and Romulan or Vulcan mixed personnel (considerably improved from when he first entered the academy, does not restrict his daily duties on campus or on the ship)

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Phil Za

Lieutenant in Command, Chief Flight Controller, 2 Pips

Age: 47

Timeline:

Grew up wanting to get involved with holotech and spent much of his childhood learning about coding and holography. He joined Starfleet for further knowledge and access to holotech that he could work with himself (holodecks are expensive) and initially studied holotech for his degree. When the Dominion War began he joined a fleet vessel as an ensign (ages 28-30) and fought for the full 3 years. During this time he developed his interest and love for navigation and flight, and upon returning to Earth he continued his education seeking a degree in navigation. One day he met Kristin, and after a couple of years they married in 2379 and settled in a house nearby the Academy where Kristin taught as a teacher. He was able to continue his education and also teach as a part-time professor himself at the Academy. After a over a decade of this though, he began to get a bit stir crazy and longed to fly again. He didn’t want to push Kristin, but he kept her involved in his thoughts on joining a ship and discussions with Starfleet personnel. Eventually she decided she wanted to join before he decided it would keep her happier to stay, and so they signed up to join a fleet vessel in the present year.

Qualifications and Degrees:

Holographic Engineering (BS)

Navigation (M)

Solar dynamics (minor), Warp mechanics (minor)

Languages:

Federation Standard (S,R,W), Klingonese (S,R), Vulcan (limited working proficiency S,R)

Race:

Human

Attributes:

Adrenaline junkie, highly social and friendly with much of Starfleet students and the crew, does not participate in crew bet pools and gambling but does enjoy watching his wife participate in such, flighty (literally and figuratively haha-) and needs to be on the move with exciting things to do all the time - not keen for settling or laying low, still very interested in holotech and frequently tinkers with programs to test in one of the ship’s holodecks (has one big project he is trying to perfect for Kristin, and another big project he’s not sure he’s allowed to do without a license for it-)

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Kristin Za

On-Ship Educator, 0 Pips

Age: 44

Timeline:

Born and raised near a Starfleet Academy by pure serendipity. “Trouble” child through her teens but graduated well enough to go on to an education to become a teacher. Wanted to be able to help younger kids who struggle with school and the school setting to learn and to enjoy learning. Met Phil when meeting with someone at Starfleet whose kid was in her class and he was enamored by how she tore the dad to bits for being a prick father. After they married (2379) they stayed in her hometown due to her job being there and his being near enough at the Academy. She was not interested in joining a ship, her fear of flying and space, her attachment to the families and life she had on Earth, and her not wanting to lose the rhythm of their marriage that they had found. However, she went with him when he was discussing placements and managed to boss her way into a teaching position on a vessel, trusting in her and Phil’s relationship and willing to push past her fear to ensure they could both be happy.

Qualifications and Degrees:

Education (BS)

Languages:

Federation Standard (S,R,W), Vulcan (limited working proficiency S,R)

Race:

Human

Attributes:

ADHD-HI (esp struggles with learning or retaining new information, attention dysregulation, interrupting or blurting out thoughts/conversations), aviophobia (she can push past it to get on that vessel but it’s very much still there and it will take a long time for her to manage it more securely), spends free time meeting with the crew and making friends and also got roped into participating in gambling nights but is very into it and enjoys the fun environment and making Phil look concerned

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Henry (Tommy) Thomas

Ensign in Operations, 1 Pip

Age: 23

Timeline:

He goes by Tommy because he grew up with a puppy who his parents named Julius but Tommy insisted on calling Henry (to the point where the dog would only respond to Henry and his parents had to concede) because then “he would grow up to be a big man like me!” When the dog passed however, it was too painful for him to hear the name Henry, so he began to go by Thomas and eventually Tommy from his last name and it simply stuck as he aged into adulthood. He tells everyone that it was a nickname from a senior officer. He has never been really sure what he wanted to do, but space fascinated him and he found that the repetition of ship maintenance mechanical engineering could become maintainable for him and so he dove into it. Became friends with Tubbo through classes and they spent considerable time together. He began learning sign language so that he could better communicate with Tubbo, especially while the other’s aids were being adjusted or undergoing maintenance. Was on ground and not yet graduated during the Dominion War, but was able to sign on to this vessel as it left with his final semester.

Qualifications and Degrees:

Mechanical Engineering (BS)

Languages:

Federation Standard (S,R,W), Federation Standard Sign (learning)

Race:

Human

Attributes:

ADHD-C (esp interrupting or blurting out thoughts, struggles with organization and instructions, easily becomes lost in a conversation, difficulty with encoding details), hobbyist interest in entomology, spends considerable time performing brain teasers and games in the ship library and recreation areas, has hundreds of alerts on his tablet and communicator at all times to remind him of specific duties and deadlines, takes extensive notes when given instructions by his senior officers and either checks them very frequently or forgets about them as he works, hears bits and pieces about Commander Blade through the crew and Tubbo and invests himself in researching the man and his skills on his own time as well until Blade becomes a kind of role-model to him

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Tobias (Tubbo) Maron

Ensign in Operations, Warp Core Engineer, 1 Pip

Age: 23

Timeline:

Struggled through primary education due to his disabilities, but his father, Jordan, was able to get access to hearing aid technology through his work in Starfleet. Very much raised by the academy and it's teachers, researchers, and staff. He always wanted to go into space like his dad and his dad's friends and especially was interested in mechanics and warp technology. He attended Starfleet to get degrees that would enable him to fly, although his dream was paused due to the Dominion War. In the pause, he spent more time studying and learning all that he could while he was grounded. He became friends with Tommy while in classes together and they roomed together for their last few years at the Academy. While he was at Starfleet he was also able to work with other engineers to specialize his hearing tech to himself, and implanted the anchor for his scanner into his temple. Once the war ended and the new vessel was ready, he was able to sign on for the voyage.

Qualifications and Degrees:

Warp mechanics (BS)

Mechanical Engineering (BS)

Engineering Studies (minor), Subspace fields mechanics (minor)

Languages:

Federation Standard (S,R,W), Vulcan (S,R,W), Romulan (S), Federation Standard Sign

Race:

Human-Vulcan mixed

Attributes:

Hard of hearing, dyslexic, has discrete ear pieces that he wears at all times which automatically amplify the sounds around him and have vocal controls to allow for repeating sounds and adjusting the volume and other things, has a small scanner (eraser cap diameter) that he can stick against a small attachment in his temple which will scan all text in front of him when prompted (by voice or by touch) and send it to his earpieces to read to him, his communicator signal transmits through his earpieces as well as any communications or tts from his tablet or computer, general anxiety disorder, when he is stressed or unable to sleep he finds little areas in the engineering bays to work on something without someone who knows it’s not his shift finding him (his superior officer knows and this is why he lets the kid have the occasional crash days where he sleeps for 48 hours on end), alternatively he will spend time at the view decks or in his room listening to books on any topics he finds interesting at the time as he loves learning and absorbs information like a particularly tenacious sponge

[wardeningo]

Pokemon creepypasta Emmet is real and he is in my house.

Anyways I’m kinda falling back into my creepypasta hyperfixation and as an Autism I naturally had to combine my hypfixs for maximum serotonin output, also i just kinda noticed that the battle subway and by extension the weird muppet men were an untapped market in the pokepasta circles, so uh. 

Introducing Inmet, formerly Emmet, who had some complex about being an identical twin and decided that he and Ingo needed to return to being a singular being as opposed to two. Ingo didn’t agree with this because why the fuck would he, so Emmet kills him, messily sews their uniforms together, and wears Ingo’s skin as a mask. 

He’s pretty calm all things considered, though “detached” would be the far better word to describe him. Small things can make him fly off the handle though.

Basically i just made an OC jfc.

[toddhowardxreader]

this is cringe. don’t read it

i’m not smart (in general, but particularly) regarding psychology and complexes and how the brain decides to work. but i got a B when i took psych in college which admittedly is higher than the usual D and F’s i get in courses, though psych was hard for me because i would have panic attacks in class pretty regularly (i was very unmedicated at the time and when the professor talked about suicidal ideation and depressive episodes and mania it would sure hit a little too close to home).

but i haven’t been to therapy in, uh, how many months has it been now? i am no longer keeping track because it’s too upsetting, but it’s the same amount of time it’s been since i’ve actually had regular human contact. since my roommate moved out i’ve spent the past month FULLY alone, other than the small domestic mustelid and miniature psittaculids who provide much appreciated companionship but little in the way of human interaction. so it’s pretty much the norm for me to just, Not see another human in my day to day life. please know that when i went to the grocery store for the first time again last week i almost cried because the cashier was nice to me and he literally noticed i was about to cry and asked if i was okay. this is where my life is at. i’m just including all these details because i need to stress the loneliness here. i’m Okay, relatively, i cherish whatever bits of contact i can make with people but in general quarantine has affected this one pretty impressively.

so, i guess, with this in mind, and with my historically evasive and escapist methods of coping, and also all the brain sicknesses, it makes SENSE that i latch onto very ridiculous things just to make it through the day because wtf else do i have. how else am i supposed to function like a normal human. the opportunity was available for me, and the adhd in my brain naturally wants to hyperfixate, it was easy and effortless so i let it happen because dopamine is dopamine and in THIS economy? can’t have enough of it.

this is vague bc i’m embarrassed to be specific but if anyone has talked to me it’s obvious. i refuse to say it because admission of guilt will make it too real, but i know my own sins too well to escape them.

the combination of factors that this summer has placed me in lead to me falling much more aggressively than i have before, though i’m no stranger to being hypfixed on really... niche subjects, if i have absolutely nothing else to turn to it makes SENSE that i’ll take whatever’s available and go a little bit more feral than i would otherwise.

the final additional factor being: usually i can find someone to indulge in my manufactured hellscape with me, as agonizing as the process can be, my brain works in a fashion where i have to inflict my cringe and fail creations onto others and invite them to the mess i’ve made myself at home in and with past indulgences, no matter how upsettingly niche they’ve been, i’ve either been able to find SOMEONE else in the muck and have them join my party, or i’ve been able to scrounge around in the cutters for old fic and art created by others and use it for my own devices. in this situation i’ve currently gotten myself into neither of those are applicable and the loneliness is magnified by being so unendingly smitten over something and not being able to SHARE it with anyone and it sucks!!!! i miss people sure but i miss having stupid geeking moments with someone who sees my brain obsession and can say Same Fucking Hat.

this is essentially a lot of words to say that i made a bad choice in my seasonal special interest, am very alone with no one else to talk to about it, and am going to suffer most acutely when it all comes to a peak in several hours, and it will result in me being too sad over things i really shouldn’t be sad about but unable to express this to anyone because the vicious circle of it’s a dumb thing to be sad over in the first place.

for what it’s worth i guess i don’t regret it because i’ve had a lot of fun in this mess. 

but. fuck. there are individuals i miss every day, because they understood this feeling and were so patient and willing to listen and i wish i held on a little tighter to them because i’m realizing how rare it is to meet someone you connect to like that.

tl;dr: i am so fucking lonely and all i have day in and day out is my own thoughts in my own brain and i hate being trapped in here because my brain does not have my own best interests in mind, and now i have to deal with the stupidest possible depressive spiral because i got too invested when i knew i shouldn’t have.