#ask tag tbt.

[captainunderkrupp]

Omg Claylex... I'm hooked (fish pun not intended lol) they are so the type of couple to have one of those dramatic undersea kisses. Even though Clay is cooler with being silly post-movie Trollex would definitely be the one to bring his prankster side out of dormancy

HEHEHE oh for sure!! i definitely see them as trollex helping clay relax and enjoy himself, have fun, and just be prepared to be serious... he doesn't HAVE to be serious all the time! plus they teach each other dance moves and introduce each other to good music~

[aveimperatcr]

@tertiusdecimusfilius continued from here.

It must have felt like a sick game, all of it-- to witness the Emperor's ghastly appearance and how he'd grown paler and somewhat weaker in comparison like he was on the damned Throne all over again. He stared into the nothingness in a daze, though luckily it at least did seem like he was in reality compared to previous times when he would slip into episodes of panic-- his tired eyes looked at Guilliman, yet what met Guilliman's fear and horror was one of hope and warmth, a complete contrast.

Nothing else mattered to the Emperor more than to see his son finally able to live.

Apothecaries had been practically rushed along to witness the Primarch kneeling before the weakened Emperor-- yet Ayhan would be pulled from his chair and away from Guilliman, practically carried to the medbay like he had been wounded by Horus himself all over again. The Emperor only glanced around and attempted to ground himself, barely able to muster the strength to form his words.

Of course, Guilliman's state hadn't gone unnoticed-- the servants that stayed to also ensure Guilliman's well-being were quick to notice the Armor of Fate having been removed from his very being, leaving him in the bodysuit beneath. They scattered like ants, rushing to get the Primarch into his old togas and robes and sandals before guiding him to go see his father.

By the time they got there, the Emperor seemed to have focused enough. While still pale, he focused on many things around his room of the medbay while the apothecaries did their best to tend to him. One of them looked to have carefully been wrapping bandages around the mighty Emperor's neck after applying what looked to be some sort of antidote to it.

It took him a moment to respond.

" ... Roboute. "

" Are you well...? "

[grievedifferent]

@cataschism's reblog of this post makes me think more about it:

#-> aka the mechanics of only having one correct path in the actual level design but that was also Miles living it #(as he is a part of each level / the plot / etc)

so, is miles always choosing "the right path" inherently, or is the path he takes the right path? by game mechanics, we are always lead down the right path, meaning miles goes where he's supposed to go. this makes sense for outlast. it's very contained. you have to follow the course. there is no sandbox environment to run around in here, just places you're meant to stray off and find details, similarly to UD.

which brings me here: it's way easier to keep miles "in this flow" in outlast than it is in other verses where he "technically has more autonomy". what does a character with a pre-determined outlook like miles, who also actively "fights for his life (by running, hiding, surviving)" but is always meant to die.

i just talked about constants and variables. miles follow this, too. arguably, miles in outlast has less variables than constants. his entire story is constant. miles runs here, this event is triggered. miles hides here, he is meant to be found by xyz. if you are going to be found, you will be ... no matter what you do. if you are meant to "get by", you will. it's all pre-determined.

so, in an until dawn verse (he has two technically,

#'i want to fight i have to run' YES & -> 'i know almost supernaturally where to go' ?? u see

this brings me back to that question: is miles always choosing "the right path" inherently, or is the path he takes the right path?

we can see that he is being supernaturally led, i do mention the whispers (the engine) calling to him, making him itch, compelling him, all while retaining "a sense of self" throughout. i assuage that here.

so, what's the conclusion?

for outlast, it's a hybridization. he is always going to take the right path as pre-chosen by destiny (the game mechanics), he will always be compelled (the whispers), he will always "feel static". he follows a strict of code of constants over an idea of variables. these variables i've even discussed with him are ... actually rather pre-determined and limited. he is meant to do them. they are almost their own version of something new, like a constant-variable of some sort.

in other iterations, such as UD specifically? this makes it harder because UD has a set of constants it runs off of while allowing huge variables. so ... this means i have to determine beforehand if miles is always going to live or die. he would almost have to follow the matt and jess rule of the prototype (they always die no matter what, which was fixed obviously). but that also devalues the butterfly effect, meaning miles is stagnant down one path always ... so, what do i do with that? how do i compromise? simply put: miles path always led him to the mountain (the constant) where he is given a set of variables to choose from, thus can live or die. given miles as a character is "meant to die", i think his odds are more 70 (die) to 30 (live) were you to play him, he would be hard to keep alive, but it's frustrating because he would always "make it to the end" and die right before. but this is UD, so he can live. but he feels very constrained to a certain path, like he knows the correct choices to live, but the stress of having variables can allow him to make mistakes. ironically! miles is not the man losing fingers in this verse hahahaha just in outlast and maybe others. but that's mike's thing in UD, so i won't take it from him.

in his paranormal investigator and modern aus, it'll have be thread-dependent (ie what are the stakes here?). he can make everyday life choices, but he will be compelled by "the plot" always. he is called by the narrative to act.

[phntasmgoria-moved]

hello hello! i'm opening psd commissions because i'm still in need of money for various things in my life.

as some of you may know, i moved 1000 miles away from home and into an apartment with my partner and their parents almost a year ago after my mother's sudden passing, and due to limitations including car space i wasn't able to bring everything up here during the move.

due to my back issues i am unable to keep a job, and i have been admittedly slacking on applying for disability, so i currently have no stable income.

i mostly need money for clothes, as unfortunately most of my summer clothes were left behind. while my family is visiting me later in the summer, i might as well get new clothes as my old house suffered (and probably is still suffering) from a relentless infestation of bedbugs.

all of this to say: psd commissions are now open! i'm not putting any slots or limits on it right now.

$15 USD per psd. $10 USD if you provide me with the exact images directly. dm me for more information!

examples of psds i've made under the cut! ty for taking the time to read through this, and if you can't help, a reblog would be appreciated!!

[altschmerzes]

ted lasso fandom stop posting things labeled as gen fic with both & and / tags listed for the same relationship leaving me wondering if i want to open the box of schrodinger’s gen fic and get shipping jumpscared today or not challenge

[captainseamech]

All jokes aside... High Tide knows he needs to take care of himself more, but he just doesn’t know how to do it or who to reach out to. Due to how he was treated before, he mostly sees himself as the ‘stoic figure that doesn’t deserve / need help or reassurance from anyone that isn’t.’ Is this a toxic way of thinking? Yes, but sadly, that’s what he believed to be true but never voices it out ever, because he knows people have their sheer amount of problems to deal with and thinks he shouldn’t bother them with his ‘useless ramble / crying out loud.’ Of course, he might shortly talk it out, but never go too deep into that topic to prevent himself from speaking more than he should.

If someone, anyone even, is willing to let him know it’s okay to vent about his problems... He’ll absolutely shatter, like a mask made out of the strongest material possible somehow finding it had a weak spot and falling apart all at once. High Tide never thought that a mech as old as he was needed comfort, needed to be heard, needed to know how to properly let go... He always struggled with his own feelings, but he will be absolutely helpless and weak if he was allowed to let it all out.

His main problem, aside from everything that surrounded him, is regarding death. Not the concept of it, but the fact people around him died a lot of times in the past, people he knew, people he was friends with... and people he loved, too. Falling to pieces and offlining all around him either because they got caught by war... or by his own hands, in a way or another. Guilt surrounds him everyday, every time, non-stop in his mind. Remorse constantly stabbing him in his spark, a tiny voice in his processor making him feel like an irredeemable monster for being such a strong being capable of murdering each and everyone.

High Tide is strong. High Tide is very strong, even. A soldier, an experienced captain, a mentor, a mech that can get what he wants when he wants, a mech that can easily shield anyone and take a large amount of damage to protect those in need.

And yet... all it takes to break him, is someone with good intentions asking “are you okay?” with the sweetest and calmest of voices.

[insertpinkchiphere]

@demonsfate asked- 💞 + "butt plugs ... that have a tail attached to them ?" feel free to send 💞 + any dirty questions you may have for them on anon, and they HAVE to answer honestly! (accepting!)

"I dunno, Jin. That kinda sounds, um, scary?"

[msftsn]

it's funny to me that despite drastically different experiences kazimir, antoine and valeria are all very similar.

kazimir is an attack dog that does NOT listen or obey to commands. he will act first and then seek forgiveness because ultimately if it's the right people, they'll understand that he only acted out of instinct to protect them.

antoine is an attack dog that does listen, he'll get overeager and even beg to be let off the leash when he gets the urge to fight, but he always wants to please, to make his ' owner ' happy.

valeria pretends she isn't territorial, that she doesn't have violent tendencies. but prima materia AND the past and losses of leighton and the circumstances of their past have severely fucked her over to the point where she is very much ready to be violent for her person, but she doesn't realise it until they give her permission to be violent.

[eueclid]

feeling normal about dragon age. feeling normal about dorian whose father was so ashamed of his son being gay that he tried to do a ritual that would ‘ change his proclivities ’ but would ultimately destroy his son’s mind but even that couldn’t make him care. feeling normal about cullen who was taught to fear mages from a young age only to be groomed into an order that made him dependent on a horrible drug that would drive him mad whether he stayed on it or not. feeling normal about varric who has lost every place he’s ever called home and was forced to kill the brother he did everything with. feeling normal about solas who destroyed everything he held dear for the sake of his people only to learn it did absolutely nothing and that his work has only made the world a worse place. feeling normal about noora who poured her heart and soul into the new city she called home only to be blamed for its destruction. feeling normal about simon who will forever be associated with the chantry for the simple fact that he was willing to help save the world. feeling normal about dragon age.

[aveimperatcr]

@divinacaptivus continued from here.

Sulfur and smoke choked his own lungs. The stench of death lingered, the voices of many going silent in an instant-- all life, eradicated immediately... as if there was no trace of Earth at all. The shard of humanity that had once been cast aside, after ten thousand years, finally willed himself with enough strength to return. The very destruction of Terra had called to him.

He knew what happened here, what caused it.

" ... I do not know how I gained the strength. " The Emperor spoke, for once losing any vigilance in his voice-- it quivered, threatening to crack at any moment, every word being on the cusp of a sob.

" And I do not know why I chose to come here... but perhaps it is to reunite with you, and let you have your humanity back now that you stand again. "

It was hard to tell what was truly in the tone of this shard of the Emperor. Enraged, exhausted, undoubtedly upset-- those would be mere understatements. He drifted closer, weaving his way through the destruction and rubble of Terra-- no... no, a part of him refused to simply call it by such. Of Earth. His gaze settled upon his form, upon the scars upon his soul. The Emperor's Humanity mirrored it-- the many scars that now covered the Emperor covered himself as well. After all... they both held a connection to Earth.

Just because he was cast away to the depths to be able to defeat Horus did not mean he was without feelings of his own.

" You have been reborn in the ashes of Terra, " pointed out the fellow fracture, " and the Imperium crumbled with it. We both expected it would end this way. Our allies, dead. The world, on fire. And us... alone. "

" And yet... I cannot stand by while you suffer. "

It was then the Emperor approached the other, holding out his arms and suddenly bringing the other aspect into them. He was held, hidden away from the carnage that was wrought. The shard had tilted Kusig's head, letting it press into his shoulder, shielding him from the death that surrounded them.

" ... do not hold back your emotions. You are not the Emperor. You are but a man... allow yourself this, please. "

[lackenthusiasm]

Lord help us, I'm theory-crafting through late night analysis again. Under read more because it is long and also very potentially disturbing to read. TW for mentions of cannibalism, death, child death, animal death, and pregnancy.

Okay so. In one of the more horrific realizations I think I may have stumbled onto tonight… I did notice that the first time Norm goes into Vault 32 in episode 1, where he finds a corpse that appears to be missing a leg and then he runs back out with the realization that the real 32s are dead and the ones at the wedding party must be imposters… He was walking into 32's nursery wing, filled with baby cradles. I don't recall seeing any baby or child corpses among the dead which could be either comforting (maybe there weren't any kids within this crop of 32s yet) or incredibly sick and fucked up (maybe…the 32s ate their young in desperation to survive, like dysfunctional lab rats would…)

Dervin, one of the raiders captured and imprisoned by the 33ers, eventually tells Norm that he doesn't know what was going on in Vault 32, but the dwellers there were anything but innocent, pointing to the secret that Norm will soon dig into uncovering throughout the next several episodes.

Upon re-entering 32 later on, this time with Chet in tow, Norm examines a dead dweller's Pip-Boy, which indicates that the last bio-sign detected was over 2 years prior. Everyone in the vault has been dead for at least that long. As Chet and Norm explore, they stumble upon a television set in one of the living quarters with a corpse who had evidently been electrocuted to death. The TV plays a section of holotape describing the Rat Utopia experiment conducted by ethologist John B. Calhoun between the years 1958 and 1962. In this experiment, 4 groups of Norway rats were given unlimited access to food and water, enabling major population growth of their species over a period of 4 years.

In the original papers, educational films, and consequently the theory presented in the context of the TV series, the described experiment is heavily anthropomorphized and applies human characteristics to the animals such as greed and dominance. However, dominance theory, as a way of describing animal behavior, was based on a heavily flawed study conducted by Rudolph Schenkel in 1947 on captive wolves. The scarcity of resources such as food and breeding partners in captivity made the wolves feel anxious that they would lose whatever they had to another wolf if they didn’t act aggressively to ward off the potential threats. Humans saw this and we collectively decided, for some reason, that this must mean animals operate on a theory of alpha males and that they must dominate other animals.

Consequently, the Dominance Theory study was conducted in 1971 by behaviorist David Mech, who examined the behavior of wolves in the wild. A much more natural setting for them than a concrete cage. Influenced by the preceding study Mech based his work off of, he observed that wolf packs consisted of an alpha male and a female mate, and that they ruled over all of the other wolves in the pack, who were submissive to them.

In reality, what Mech was seeing was a pack that consisted of two parents known as breeders and their offspring. By the time Mech published his original study, he realized he had made a serious error in his observations and has since spent his entire career trying to correct that mistake. His original study is described as outmoded by many ethologistics in our present-day.

So the reality of Rat/Mouse Utopia is less about rodents gaining an insatiable bloodlust because every society throughout history is built on violence, and a lot more like this:

Due to the rat’s short gestation period and ability to raise multiple litters in quick succession, overpopulation can occur very rapidly and resources such as food, water, and breeding rights become more scarce because there are more rats to divide them between. This decrease in available resources causes the rats to become more anxious that they will not be able to sustain themselves or the new generation of rats they are meant to raise, often causing them to react with aggression toward other rats, whom they see increasingly as threats to their survival. If there is a lack of resources, or if the primary source is seen as inaccessible by the rats, they may resort to cannibalism, eating other rats to survive.

This phenomena came to be known as a behavioral sink, a collapse in species-typical behavior that can result from overpopulation.

Humans don’t have nearly as quick a turnaround rate on reproduction as rats or mice, but sustaining a pregnant human and then providing food for the resulting children through to adulthood does put more strain on available resources in the same way as with rats. Or any mammal, really.

We know that the people of Vault 32 discovered the truth about what was in 31, because they left behind messages written in blood that say “WE KNOW THE TRUTH” “DEATH TO MANAGEMENT” and “WE KNOW WHAT'S IN THERE” regarding Vault 31. They successfully started a revolt and they were able to overthrow the Overseer. But ultimately, that revolt ended in failure with everyone dying off. While some of the bodies seen clearly killed each other, it looks like others may have died by their own hand instead, or have at least been made to look as if they did. No matter what the real answer is behind why this happened in 32, but not 33, these are conditions that replicate the results achieved by the Rat Utopia experiments in a human population.

[acuityfeed]

Finally went and did the drawings of Kasaen throughout the current three major stages of her life cause I felt this info was important

[normalestenstars]

(im)patiently waiting for eden's poll so i could yap about how weird ibara is

LMAO soon anon!!! saturday 🫡

[acr3ss-the-cosmos]

"A petname? How about: Cutie, Foxie, Sweetheart, Babe, Hunniecrisp- Huh. I like the sound of Hunniecrisps. Reminds me of apples." Rook lists off the petnames at the top of his head. He counts them down with his fingers, and pausing to be sidetracked by apples.

Give my muse a petname and see how they react. Accepting! @shining-gem34

Her cheeks flushed when Rook began listing off his petnames, but there was something about the way he got distracted by how 'Hunniecrisp' reminded him of apples that was simply just adorable. Chenhua giggled.

"You know, Rook, apples just happen to be one of my favorite fruits."

"So I... actually quite like Hunniecrisp. I wouldn't mind you using it for me if you wanted to..."

never call me that again | meh | idk how to feel about it | i'm ok with it | i like it | i love it | please call me that all the time

[goosiifer]

@firstwcman – "His chin is tilted up and he is SMOOCHED right on the lips! ⛧ As if she could resist. "Honeyblood. ~ ♫"

! ! Oh ! Oh, kisses ?

❝ LLLLiiiillyy ! ~ ❞ he trills, leaning up on the very, VERY tips of his toes to smooch her nose. Mwah !

[sixersigned]

@bllcphr SAID: do you remember your name and do you remember why you don’t? :)

“ Of course I do, “ the author snaps in a sleep-deprived haze, hands and nails clenched tightly in an attempt to keep himself awake, keep himself grounded. It's in his disorientation he realizes he's already lost, biting back his tongue as the world blurs and burns into greyscale. Mug in hand—IT'S PROBABLY SHATTERED TO THE FLOOR, the memory doesn't match the feeling in his hands. He doesn't let it falter him, driven by an exhausted anger far stronger than whatever torture he's being tested on now. He raises a hand, eyes passing over the name written in his palm. “ It's— “

He can't say the word; it stops in his throat, like his vocal chords are jittering and glitching out of reality. The note he'd made to remind himself blurs, like the lifeline he's written for himself is suddenly snipped like a string of fate. What had he been trying to say? The syllables are on his tongue, or at least he thought they had been before they'd been taken from him. Who had taken them? And why—

The author's mind throbs, working overtime to cling to such an easy piece of information, something he should know by heart, but to no avail.

“ St-stay away from me! “ he can't formulate a cohesive response. He's so tired, the facts are slipping through his fingers like sand. And he knows he shouldn't be here, this interaction is indication enough it's where it all came from... where what...? He grits his teeth, trying to concentrate through the brain fog. “ Bill! “