#but im having fewer now so no :D

[casualpeanutcollection]

Analyzing the fight from Underverse 0.7-2

I was analyzing the whole fight and noticed how fe’s tactic has slight difference from the tactic fe was using in the comic

He’s usually fast to leave, never plays around and can be cruel because of it, in short he tries to end everything fast as possible

But here It looked like he was playing around because he had so much opportunities that he never used, when in the comic fe would never miss the said opportunities

Fe in comic tries to make things go as fast as possible but here it seemed like fe was not bothered by the time he wasted and the way he fights implies how he most likely was just exploring the surface of the whole situation

Fe is unbothered in comic bc before the whole fight thing he always does research in case of unseen situations but here’s the catch, XGaster is now inside the world that cannot be entered easily and well, doing research on XGaster is not something that easy considering old man has magical button that can change your whole being

Fe doesn’t know what he wants to know about him an he admits it inderectly

I was also bothered by the drastic change in the personality fe had in his 5 min screen time. If at first fe was just unstable, inpatient, and overall playful, then by the end we don’t see any of it

I can say fe’s main goal was to gain information and so he was acting provocative to make XGaster act (knowing fe’s tendency to be self-neglectful he might have been trying to make XGaster use overwrite on him)

Let’s not forget how fe can act and pretend to be smn entirely different, as we seen from side comic five nights at fatal’a when he lures sans into trap by acting vulnerable

But as we see from the end being provocative didn’t work and fe (who seemed to be expecting it) hasn’t gained what he needed to know (loser /affectionate)

I do have theory but for now let’s just say fe was in silly goofy mood :]

[readymades2002]

if i might bitch about work for a second: yesterday was hellishly bad despite being able to keep up with it and i found out that apparently our department made 4600 dollars yesterday which is making me angry beyond belieffffffff

[sporesgalaxy]

as a guy with extreme vitamin D deficiency no T does not help with that sadly. if anything i only noticed that I was deficient in the last year or so, and i've been taking T for about 3 years now. but on the menstrual cycle thing: in my experience after a few months, i think it was 5 overall, i stopped bleeding. occasionally i still experience cramps, and if i miss more than one week of injections its possible that it will kickstart again, but once your blood has a steady level of testosterone your womb SHOULD effectively shut that function off. idk if this is the case for absolutely everyone but it also makes me feel a lot calmer. like T seems to have this rumor that it makes you more angry like youre on steroids but my emotions have been much more lax in pretty much every way. this could be a psychological thing as im more comfortable now that im taking the medication, rather than a purely physical hormonal thing, but it still seems relevant to the conversation. so its possible that if your cycles come with extreme emotional imbalance, that might even out some if you were to take testosterone at some point in the future

haha yeahhhh I figured it wouldnt actually magically fix the vitamin D deficiency

And yeah Ive read abt the effects taking T can have on periods, they dont completely stop for everyone but if my birth control is any indication my odds are good.

Also good and interesting to hear about the emotions! Ive heard more trans women talk about emotional changes after HRT (just because multiple youtubers I follow came out as transwomen at some point) so its good to hear its basically the same for T. that is, HRT can have some emotional side effects but mostly helps with anxiety and depression by Gender Affirming.

Kind of my most major argument in favor of actually getting brave enough to seek out HRT is, like, well maybe Id take fewer pills/lower doses of other stuff than I do now because some of the anxiety/depression treatment and the birth control to help with period wackness will be rolled into one. Its nice to hear Im probably at least sort of right about that.

thanks for sharing!

[jankwritten]

got too excited thinking about a bokuakakuroken hockey au where Kuroo and Bokuto are a D-man pair, Kenma and Akaashi are left and right wingers to some unspecified third character's center forward, all of them on the first line. I'd make the third character Hinata but I think Hinata and Kags need to be the craziest d-pair ever they need to have the most intricate scary ass bait-and-switch bullshit where they trick other guys into thinking they have the puck and then they smash the fuck out of them.

Anyway Kuroo and Bokuto are SO good at helping the wingers set up plays and Kenma is uncanny at reading where opposing players will go next while Akaashi has stick handling skills for DAYS and knows exactly how to keep up team morale in a quieter way than Bokuto, who crows on and on about how awesome they all are CONSTANTLY. Kuroo is captain and gives dorky ass speeches in the locker room that the other guys always snicker at him for (first guy to laugh has to pay a fine, usually it's Bokuto who is always more than happy to support the team LMAO)

I feel like Tsukki would be a good candidate for goaltender, y'know, blocking and all that. Yamaguchi would be a part of the power kill line, and he usually only goes out when it's a PK, which is unusual, but it makes sense because he's always somehow better when there's fewer guys on his side. Maybe because it makes him fight harder to keep shit away from Tsukki - has more of the burden on his shoulders, less guys to trip over.

Suga is a trainer, the trainer who seems the friendliest but is the scariest to get stuck with when you've got a major injury because he WILL fix you and it WILL hurt. He'll tell you to suck it up and give you a pack of skittles and tell you to get your ass into the ice bath now.

(He is dating Daichi, another center forward on the team, likely on the same line as Asahi and Tanaka's D-pair, Noya's right wing and Ennoshita's left. Asahi is a D-man for humor purposes only. He's like an elephant, huge but skittish.)

Kenma is an easy target on the ice (small, slight, etc.) but people learn DAMN fast not to go after him because Kuroo and Bokuto have a combined record of breaking like, seventeen guy's noses during games. At first they could get away with the high sticking, but it got a bit obvious. I think Bokuto has received an actual fine while Kuroo snickers and is more sly with it.

Akaashi is also not fond of people going after Kenma and he will target guys in a way that humiliates them - goes out of his way to break ankles and dangle shots and pulls out his best moves just to keep those assholes from getting to touch the puck at all, until their coaches pull them off the ice any time he's on it. He finds it far more satisfying, though watching Bokuto full-body slam some douche into the wall is also a nice feeling.

I also feel like Bokuto would make a GREAT goalie, though. HRNGH. There are so many positions I want to put them into, rotate them through the roster etc.e tc. Kenma as a goaltender????? i take the most autistic person and i stick them in the net.

Akaashi would not be a good goaltender, there isn't enough action. I do think he would be a really good center, though - maybe he'd be the center with Kenma as a left wing and someone else as a right.

Tsukki wants to be a d-man but he didn't ever care enough to put actual force into his hits so he slowly got stuck more and more into the goal until he begrudgingly decided it was cool.

im sure i'll have more thoughts later. it is my bedtime.

[celestialaviva]

heya 👋 back with another round of questions for the creator’s assistant au! this time with fewer of them than previously, but they’re no less eager :D

i’ve asked enough questions about the cg + purple and their exploits—let’s focus on the assistants this time, as well as on stuff related to worldbuilding:

how’re the assistants’ relationships with each other/what do the assistants think of each other? surely there is no conflict between them whatsoever and they get along happily and are always supportive of one another, right? …right? (that post with all the of them hugging is canon.. in my heart..)

i may have missed it if there was a post for this, but—who was victoria’s first candidate/champion? who was her favorite? does she have one currently and, if she does.. would they happen to be one of the mercs? :eyes emoji:

what exactly are avatars? are they demigods? spirits, elemental or otherwise? the picture i have of them rn is as wills of the dungeons, embodiments of their respective elements; concepts given form and personality. kinda like spirits, in that way. is that what they are? did they come into being with the creation of their dungeon, or were they already pre-existing?

will probs be back with more questions if any more arise, but ‘til then: have a wonderful rest of your day :D

*gives cookie*

:0! Hai again!

Im sorry if this is a bit late, these questions really forced me to arrange my thoughts through words xhvdkdhf

1. All three of them have actually never been in one room together in-story, Im sorry to say lmao

Chosen and Victoria though may have met back in the early days but Chosen and Dark have never met face to face. Victoria and Dark have met, but rarely do they ever have proper interactions due to the kind of lives they lead, especially now with Victoria so involved with her kingdom that she has not stepped out of it in centuries and Dark basically being an embodiment of chaos and violence dhvfkshdj

...I don't think I've ever said anything about this- but Chosen soon went 'missing' at the same time his Candidate Acadia established their kingdom. It was due to Chosen's disappearance and long absence that Dark was eventually created.

In truth, Chosen just wanted to be left alone. So he simply left and just became 'inactive' as an Assistant. By that I mean, Chosen had stopped raising dungeons, and essentially stopped choosing/guiding new Candidates for centuries since he left Acadia's side. He also has never been seen by anyone since he left. The only thing Chosen really does is monitor Interspace. Inserts dead Chosen due to stress

The reason is nothing serious, really coughsorisit?coughs

Dark and Victoria are aware that Chosen is still around. But they mostly don't care to find or bother him.

For how they think of each other...

Victoria and Chosen:

Victoria and Chosen first met even before they both had chosen their first Candidates. They often don't interact for long but never were they malicious towards each other. They're just,,, fellow Assistants. They're neutral, I guess? Perhaps a bit warm. They've probably shared a lot of their experiences living in Interspace, being an Assistant and dealing with their Candidates, especially since they're Created sticks and not Born sticks like most of Interspace. I like to think that after the centuries go by and Acadia eventually...yknow... Chosen would view Victoria as the only one he's familiar with from the past and finds comfort in her. The thing is though, is that he's never visited her ever since he left. Victoria may think of him from time to time and hope he's alright, but respects him enough to leave him alone.

Dark and Chosen:

After Dark got sent down to Interspace, he was curious about Chosen since his disappearance is the reason for Dark's creation. He eventually came to...admire? ...respect? him from the information he has gathered from local sticks around Interspace. Acadia, Chosen's only Candidate, was the very last stick Chosen interacted with, so he bugged them a lot about him. And then became a nuisance towards them and their kingdom for his entertainment lmao Just because Chosen went 'inactive' does not mean he's not aware of the shenanigans Dark is doing around Interspace. So you could say Chosen is irritated about it all, and dislikes Dark quite a bit, especially whenever Dark would decide to mess with Acadia's kingdom as Chosen monitors it a lot even after he left. Not to say Chosen hates Dark, but he just values the lives of stickfigures a lot. Even while 'inactive', he tries his best to look out for their safety. Despite that though, he doesn't have any animosity towards Dark at all.

Victoria and Dark:

Victoria views Dark as a brat (bc gremlin and youngest, lol) and Dark views Victoria as a cranky old lady since she's the oldest of them, and is really stern...idk if that's the right word chdbkd These two are actually part of opposing kingdoms, so even if they do meet again, they would most likely meet through war. No hard feelings. Mostly.

Chosen is mostly known for being the most powerful figure in all of Interspace and Victoria and Dark can confirm this. He is the most powerful out of all the Assistants, but it's not the reason they respect him.

They're all just,, Generally neutral towards each other. They know the other exists and that's that. No true hatred for each other here.

If ever they do properly meet and interact a lot more, I always love to imagine their dynamics being very sibling-like. My heart loves a motherly Victoria but it also loves a gremlin old lady. I also love Dark being a chaotic child everyone often has to look after or else something will be on fire. Chosen being the older brother who is often done with Dark's shit.

Throw in Orange into the mix and he'd be treated like the baby of the family, especially by Chosen and Victoria.

Fun thoughts!

Dbfihfkd but yes, the unfinished hug comic can be canon in our hearts. Because I too yearn for them to hug in-story sobbing

That comic was actually a what-if Chosen is finally back and is finally taking the time to grieve because ah, I don't think he properly grieved Acadia. Hence Victoria offering hugs. Hence Dark's reluctance joining in.

It will happen. Probably not like the comic- but by the Creator's name, it has to happen. I just don't know how considering //gestures// BFKDB

2. 👀

No, it's not one of the mercs.

Im sure Victoria rose a lot of dungeons and has guided some Candidates over the first few years, but she eventually stopped when her 'fav' Candidate established the kingdom she's currently looking after.

I have yet to draw them but the Candidate would be based on this stick, because what other character do I choose for her that's not one of the mercs- (Im using whatever character AvA has okay sobbing)

The reason why I didn't choose any of the mercs to be her Candidate is for timeline reasons. She's currently 432 and met her Candidate around the same time Chosen met Acadia. Victoria is ten years older than Chosen. This would mean she has been with her kingdom for almost 400 years.

The mercs definitely wouldn't have lived for that long, as they are Born sticks in the AU. (They have shorter lifespans compared to the Created sticks. . .)

To make it not sad, I've decided the mercs would live in the time Orange would go down to Interspace for his awaited adventure UvU

The mercs here all aren't mercs in-story. Pixie and Haz (Ballista and Hazard) in concept are part of Acadia's kingdom, with Pixie being a former merc and Haz being a former slave. Primal in current concept is a princess from the Pointer kingdom- the kingdom Dark is affiliated with- and is also one of Dark's Candidates. Lastly, Agent (Specs or whatever name- I have yet to decide xhdvjd) is part of Dark's cult.

...Yes, that's a thing.

Why Agent's part of Dark's cult is just to fill an antagonist role for the CG to deal with. He is a nuisance and an absolute menace to the CG here. He needs to be punched desperately.

I do have the idea floating around that Agent would eventually leave the cult and meet Victoria, bc man, can't have them separated like that in an AU smh smh- But I don't know how this would happen exactly.

Just to let you know- they wouldn't be a ship in the AU. It's more of a, "Thank you so much for saving me what can I do for you I will do anything" and "....okay, please do this for me peasant" (<- sounds like a joke but command is serious)

Anyway- that bluestick is definitely Victoria's fav Candidate because why would she look after their kingdom for them even after their death otherwise.

She doesn't rule the kingdom, but rather she serves as a guide for her Candidate's family line throughout their time. She also commands the kingdom's army, and is responsible for advancing their technological developments.

She hasn't picked another Candidate nor has she raised another dungeon since she got way too invested in this kingdom. She loves it to bits.

3. Avatars were created at the same time Chosen was created and sent down to Interspace. So they already existed before Chosen even raised the first dungeon.

As to what exactly they are, they're not as natural as you think, at least natural by Interspace's standards.

I've had the concept that they're a Human User's persona or at least is based on a User, namely those aware of Interspace and are working with the Creator of the Assistants to get Interspace under control. There are many of them, as many as the Users aware of Interspace. How certain Avatars become embodiments of a concept given form is- I guess they're merely programmed that way.

…This sounds messed up somehow, it's like the Users are playing gods through the Candidate system hahaha- Interspace doesn't even know humans even exist (aside from the Assistants hxkdbdk)

Avatar Alan is in fact based on Human Alan, but he wasn't programmed to be part of the Candidate system so he isn't like the typical dungeon master Avatar. Instead, he was programmed to watch over Orange.

How they form personalities though, it...kind of depends. They're programmed to be a certain way so how they initially act are prompted due to that, but most of the time their personalities form on their own. They just become sentient eventually.

Take Bay Lauvar for example, haha.

Your view of them being spirits of some kind isn't really wrong however, because that's how the rest of Interspace views them. Due to the Assistants.

Though, when Chosen first came down to Interspace, I can't see how he can properly explain the reason for his existence, the dungeons, or even the Avatars. Seeing that he chose a Candidate at 56 and raised Interspace's first dungeon at the same time- you can imagine how much he struggled for like literally half a century lmao. Im sure he tried to explain, and when Victoria finally came down, she helped back him up too.

I don't think the Assistants have fully explained what they truly are or their origins, but only explained their function. Dungeons are tests for potential rulers to reign all of Interspace, Avatars are its masters and their power is a reward, and the Assistants are there to guide their Candidates. (Interspace soon came to view the Assistants as gods but that's a topic for another day-)

Never would they explain their creation is because of Users. All three Assistants have their reasons. Mostly gripes. You also certainly won't hear the Avatars themselves explaining their true origin, as they're most likely programmed not to say a thing about it, unless permitted by an Assistant.

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I hope everything makes sense hchdjdj

This world may be fantasy-like but it's still a virtual world- and humans still exist! The inhabitants of Interspace wouldn't have existed otherwise.

If you're confused about this world having centuries of history- time passes differently in Interspace compared to the Human world. And uh, I've come to realize this means many things, but this post is long enough and idk how to really explain that XD

Thank you again for all the questions ;v;

I hope you have a great rest of your day too! Feel free to come back with more UvU 💕

And thank you for the cookie!

[prismatica-the-strange]

Bite Me | It's Not Your Fault, Love

Warnings: Show typical violence and gore, blood, angst, death (More or less)

After being cured and striking out on her own, Cori is dragged back into the world of the undead, and a stray bullet changes everything.

Song: Kiss It Better by He Is We

Word Count: 2.4k

She doesn't know how it happened or who did it. But a few weeks ago she woke up on Ravi and Moajor's couch and she was alive, not undead, actually alive.

After a brief period of not knowing who she was finally able to get her own place. And a few weeks later, she was out getting coffee, relishing the ability to taste it again.

Then, on the way home, she was grabbed by someone she hadn't seen, a pinch in the neck and everything went black.

When she wakes up, she has no clue where she is and she's shackled to the wall across from her friend Don E, who she's seen look better.

It's been nearly 24 hours, whatever brain he was has started wearing off, and he finally seems to recognize her.

"Hey, D?" The chains binding her to the wall clink when she wraps her arms around her legs.

"What C?" He growls.

"No matter how this turns out, I hope you know we're friends," She smiles at him, "And I'm okay with whatever happens."

She's been put there as bait while the rednecks outside their cell starve him.

"I uh," he groans, "I appreciate that."

"Ehh," He shrugs the best he can, "The moment Blaine finds out what happened and figures out where you are, he'll come in all guuuns blazing to get you."

"Yeah, I'm not so sure," She mutters, "We didn't break things off in good terms, and I didn't exactly leave any room for interpretation the last time I spoke to him."

"Yeah, I know, but he's so hung up on you that won't matter."

The next few hours are uneventful, she's already realized Ravi is just as much kidnapped as they are.

Don E tugs at the straps securing him to the pipe, looking much more zombie-esque.

"Fuck," He groans, "I don't wanna kill you Cori."

He sounds so pained.

"Good, cause I don't want you to kill me," She says jokingly, trying to lighten the mood even a little.

"H-hey, before I go total Romero," He swallows hard, "I... I want you to know I'm sorry for bailing when Blaine... y'know?

She nods.

"Our friendship means more to me than and I want you to know that."

"You wanna grab some drinks once this is over?" She chuckles.

"Yeah... yeah that sounds fun."

There's less chat after that as his vocabulary dwindles to mostly grunting and growling.

Cori hums to herself to keep herself calm. She doesn't want to think about the fact that she only just became human again and that one of her best friends is going to kill her because of it.

She wishes she had done things differently, done more for herself. Set better boundaries with Blaine earlier in their relationship and not let him get away with so much.

She wishes she'd gone to her grandmother's birthday three months ago, that she had smoothed things over with her mom.

She wishes she had fewer regrets.

She wishes she could tell Blaine she still loved him despite everything. That, yes, even now, knowing exactly where it's lead her, she would do it all over again just to know he knows he's loved.

It won't be much longer. She can see Don E starting to go feral.

Their captors start getting excited, having something planned for the near milestone 100,000 viewers.

"Get up you damn drunk! Let's go light up a zombie and watch 'im go coocoo for cocoa puffs!" They hear Harley yell.

"Well D," She tries to stop her lip from trembling as the guys in the other room countdown with the viewers, "It was great knowing you."

Ravi tries to stop them. He blocks the doorway and begs them not to not be stupid, but it doesn't work.

Cori backs up against the wall when Don E yells out taunts, too lost at this point to realize it's a bad idea.

She wants to go home. Wants to curl up in bed and have her biggest problem be how much she misses her ex, not this.

Ravi falls to the floor in front of her when Harley pistol whips him.

"They're killing machines you dumn sumbitch!" He yells, leading the others into the makeshift cage.

She stands up, back still against the wall.

"Please don't do this," She says, but he ignores her.

"Those things killed our brother, they'll kill us all," He nods to Beau, "Do it."

Before her can turn back to Don E, Cori wraps one of her chains around Harley's neck, pulling it tight.

"What the hell are you-"

He shouts when she kicks the back of his knee, knocking making him drop.

"I'd put those guns down if I were you," She warns, when they all aim at her, "I have no problem killing your little ring leader here."

She pulls them tighter and Harley starts to choke, grabbing at the metal links crushing his windpipe.

She pushes his body forward with her knee, adding pressure.

"Let Don E and I go, and I'll consider only adding a little extra brain damage."

Harley's face starts turning blue.

"Fuck you," Beau lunges at them, jamming the cattle prod into her side.

Her body seizes, chain slipping from her hold and Harley falls to the floor coughing.

Cori collapses behind him trying to force her body to inhale.

Don E is struggling harder now, starved and now pissed that they hurt her.

"Little bitch deserves to have her brain eaten," He scowls, voice strained, "Get on with it."

Don E screams when he's electrocuted, pulling against his binds.

They almost don't notice the bangs at the door over the sound of him and the clanging pipes.

When one of the guys goes to investigate, the glass window shatters and an arm reaches in, grabs his collar, and slams him against the door, knocking him out.

From there, all hell breaks loose.

Someone drops a smoke grenade through the skylight before they come crashing down behind it.

Her vision is blurred from the pain and smoke, but even in full rage mode she knows that voice. She gets to her feet and presses herself against the wall so she doesn't get stepped on.

There are gunshots, shouts, and more breaking glass.

Blaine grabs Harley's leg and he panic fires half his clip.

Liv comes rushing in before the one with the shot gun gets her in the back and she collapses.

The last three shots of Harley's clip go off, two of them hitting Blaine in the chest and stomach, making him fall back against the wall next to her.

Harley runs out of the cage, locking it shut behind him and flipping a switch.

Blaine isn't far behind him, moving to tear down the chain link but he shouts as soon as he touches it, electricity arcing trough him.

"I got something for you, boy. One in the head," Harley grins, watching him growl. He raises his gun and pulls the trigger, faces falling when it only clicks.

Blaine just grins back at him until he hears Cori's voice.

"Blaine?" She's quiet. He swears she almost sounds scared. Of him? No. She's never been scared of him before.

He turns to look at her and the rage drains from him, being immediately replaced with horror.

Her hand is pressed to her stomach, blood seeping from between her fingers and soaking into her pale yellow sweater.

She huffs out a small breath and her back slides down the wall.

"Heyheyheyheyhey," He rushes over to her, pulling her gently into his arms and lowering them both to the ground, "It's okay."

"I've got you," He says, tucking her hair behind her ear, "I'll make it better."

She shakes her head, catching his wrist when he goes to scratch her, "No."

"Cori," He looks at her, fear and confusion filling his eyes.

"I-I don't want to be that again."

He stares at her like she's insane, "It'll save your life!"

"I don't want to be a zombie again," She argues, "You didn't give me a choice last time. So respect it now."

Blaine's quiet for a moment but nods, pressing his hand on hers over the wound. She moans in pain when the added pressure causes pain to ripple through her.

There's more gunshots outside.

"Okay... okay. You'll be okay," He leans in and presses his lips to her forehead, "Everything's gonna be okay."

His hand is already drenched in her blood, fingers slipping between hers.

"I'm scared," She sniffles.

"Hey now," He pulls back to look at her, taking note of the tears in her eyes, "You're going to be fine, I promise. You don't need to cry."

"Come'ere," He holds her tighter, "I'll kiss it better, yeah? Kiss away the pain and make it all better."

He kisses her head, burying his nose in her hair and tries to hide his own terror from her.

He doesn't want to lose her, doesn't want to watch her die in his arms, unable to do anything to stop it.

"I love you."

The murmur of plan making behind him falls silent.

He can't stop his own tears and shaking breath, "Don't say goodbye. Please just- You're gonna be fine."

Her breathing begins to shallow and his grip tightens.

"Stay with me," He begs, voice cracking.

"Always," She promises.

Her body relaxes against him and he freezes, his blood running cold.

"Cori?"

The room is too quiet. The only noise being the slow, periodic beat of his heart and the sound of his breath picking up.

"Coriander wake up," He shakes her slightly, "Sweetheart please."

He pulls away, hands moving to cup her face. Her eyes are open but unfocused.

"Baby look at me," Blood streaks across her cheek, "Coriander look at me! Look at me baby, please!"

"Blaine-"

"Baby, wake up!"

Liv puts her hand on his shoulder, but he shrugs her off.

"Cori, sweetheart, please, please wake up," He runs his fingers through her hair and it sticks to the red on his hand, "Baby I-... I can't lose you."

"Blaine, she's-"

"No! She promised," He shouts. His thumb strokes her cheek, "Stay with me. Cori, stay with me. Baby, you promised... You promised."

A terrifyingly empty feeling washes over him as the quiet settles in. She's dead.

The thought of never hearing her voice again, never seeing her smile, it make him sick.

"No..."

He can't do that. He won't do that. He needs her. Her hands in his hair, her breath on his skin.

Before anyone realizes what he's doing he runs his nail across Cori's cheek, breaking the skin.

He waits with bated breath as the others berate him for going against her wishes.

Please wake up. Please wake up. Please wake up.

She suddenly inhales, eyelids fluttering, and he lets out a shuttering sob.

He pulls her into a vice-like hug, his face against her neck while he cries and hiccups against her skin.

"Blaine?"

He squeezes his eyes shut at the sound of her voice. It worked.

She's confused for a moment, looking around at everyone as they stare at her with wide, wet eyes. Then it dawns at her.

"I told you, I didn't want to be a-"

"I couldn't," His voice is muffled because he refuses to move, "I'm sorry, couldn't let you die."

She pushes his chest, angry tears forming in her eyes, "My life isn't something you get to just play with!"

"I love you too much to live without you."

Her anger turns to shock at his words.

"I know I never said it. I never..." He leans back, hands still on her shoulders when he sighs. His face is tear-streaked, "I never told you I loved you. But I do. I love you. I love you so much it hurts."

"So no actually, I'm not sorry," He says, "Because even if you hate me for the rest of your life, at least you're alive to do it. And that's enough for me."

"I don't hate you," She admits and he lets out a tearful laugh.

"Good," He smiles when she falls back into his arms, "Because I was totally bluffing, it would destroy me if you did."

The others go back to trying to find a way out while he holds her.

Minutes later there's a barrage of footsteps and the door bursts open. In floods a troop of Fillmore Graves soldiers with big guns.

Blaine's eyes turn red when they point them at them, pulling Cori closer.

Everything calms down when they realize one of the soldiers is Major and he helps clear thing up.

Blaine refuses to let her leave his side, terrified that if he takes his eyes or hands off her for even a minute he'll lose her again.

His hand is wrapped tightly around hers as they listen to Chase Graves give a rundown of what happened while she was... Well, dying.

He's given her his jacket, because not only is it a chilly night, but she's freezing after the amount of blood she lost.

When he finishes he looks over at them, "And who are you?"

"I'm the guy that just saved a zombie from getting tortured and killing a kidnapped human on the internet."

"Kidnapped human?"

"Former human," Cori explains, "Coriander Moes. This is Blaine."

"Blaine McDonough, owner and proprietor of The Scratching Post."

They talk for a bit, then Blaine leads her back inside to check on Don E.

"Hey, you guys want in on this?" Don E asks, referring to the cracked skull he's eating out of when he sees them.

"Yes!"

Blaine chuckles when she pulls him over. He sits on the floor next to the body, leaning up against the step, and pats his leg.

The adjust and she eventually settles between his legs, one of his arms hooked loosely around her neck.

He can't stop staring at her, even with her mouth and fingers coated in the blood of some crazy hick as she messily eats his brain, she's the most beautiful tonight that he's ever seen.

He leans in to kiss her temple, soaking in her warmth.

"Don't scare me like that again, yeah?" He asks in a loving whisper, "You're everything to me, Cor. You're my everything."

[acephysicskarkat]

@queerplatonic-msr

#im kinda interested in your opinion of zutara-

I tend not to think much about it.

Like, I'm not actually here to pick fights with randos on the internet about shipping. I'll comment on a pattern when I think it's interesting or it's relevant to a point I want to make, but while I don't personally ship, to take an example at almost-random, Optimus Prime with Shockwave, picking fights with Shockop shippers is not actually a thing I want to spend my time doing, because I have so little of it and would rather spend what I do have on something else, especially since my new year's resolution for this year was to get into fewer pointless internet arguments.

I'm also just...not that into Avatar. I like it well enough, even though I still haven't seen most of book 2, I enjoyed Legend of Korra and the first Kyoshi book (haven't read the second), I'm enjoying the kicking the live-action one is getting in a popcorn kind of way, but it's not lodged into my autistic soul the way Star Wars or MTMTE or Discworld or even some remaining shreds of Homestuck are. I'm not passionate enough to get invested in shipping arguments about it.

On top of that, when the original show ended in 2008, I had only just picked up my first laptop, which I mostly used to play videogames. I'd never been active in an internet fandom, that didn't really happen until later that year (and that was mostly getting into fights about D&D and Warhammer on 4chan, so, not a great start), I didn't read or write fanfiction (that's relatively recent, and I need to actually finish and publish something after like two years of drought), and while I hadn't even heard the word "aromantic" at the time, I certainly wasn't paying attention to shipping arguments about a cartoon that, at the time, I'd seen Some Episodes Of and Sorta Remembered Enjoying.

At most, at this point, I'm a little impressed by Zutara's resilience. There are people using this website who weren't born when Aang and Katara hooked up. Their kids were prominent figures in the sequel series. And this one non-canon ship is still clinging to life like a f***ing limpet. Can I get a round of whatever they're having for the non-canon ships I enjoy?

But in terms of actual commentary...no, sorry, I don't have any. If the live-action show goes for a Zutara endgame and the writing is ass, I might have something of substance to say then, but I don't have anything now.

Sorry.

[samsalami66]

The Heat of the Fight

Alright so @im-not-corrupted and I are working on an ancient Greece AU for Dreamling which I am so terribly excited for that I begged to share some drabbles before ever posting this fic. (It's going to be a Big Thing okay, I get to be excited)

Anyways, here you have The Heat of the Fight, a little training montage of teenage Hob in the Agoge, in which he is very stubborn, as per usual, taking place before him and Morpheus meet!

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The sun was a hunter. Creeping, approaching, preying on her unsuspecting victims. Sometimes she hid behind clouds, a promise of peace, but only for moments. Peace didn't last, not in this world. It was only ever followed by another attack, by efforts multiplied. Silence before a storm. Breaths held before bloodshed. 

The sun was a soldier. Bowing before drawing her sword. Rays of dawn like a gentle caress, a gentle smile, before noon turned it into an ugly grimace, caress suddenly stinging like an ill-willed hand to the face. When she stood high, sword slashing through the lands of Sparta, there were only few who could parry her attacks for long. Fewer even, who still stood fighting when her attacks would seize, when she would bow and retreat again, leaving those left in armistice until morning.

Hob Gadling was one of the few left standing. 

He had been fighting — the sun herself, but also his teacher — since dawn. The aftermath was visible on his skin, tangible in the blood trickling down his neck, his bare chest, mingling there with the blood he bled for the sun, the cruellest of warriors. He was wrung out, his muscles burning, fingers cramping around the hilt of his sword. It had slipped from his grip an hour or four before, had left a deep cut on his right hand where he had tried to grab it. The blood on the hilt was dry now, sticking to the slowly mending wound, sending flashes of white pain through Hob's body, up his spine and to his brain, where it rested as a dull throb right behind his eyes. 

He was tired. But there were no complaints amongst soldiers. No space, nor time for them. There were orders, rules and pride. Hob disliked all of them, thought them compressing, constricting. No matter. It was all he knew. All he could be. 

He was Spartan, born the son of a warrior who died defending their land. Hob was born to protect, to breathe his dying breath in battle. To follow in his father's footsteps, in those of all his ancestors. Fighting was his legacy. His function. His purpose. 

Hob took a deep breath as he readied himself for the next attack, willing the pain in his hand and chest away, allowing his muscles to loosen enough to function. 

"Don't you have enough yet, Gadling?" 

His sword swung loosely in his hand as Hob rounded his teacher. 

"I will have enough when I meet Death herself on the field of battle." 

The teacher's eyes glinted with the sun's silent retreat. 

"Prove it, soldier." 

Hob braced himself for the force of his opponent's attack, for the pain spreading through his limbs as he parried and turned into his own offence, blood and sweat forcing his hands, guiding him into swing after swing of brutal attacks. 

He almost forgot to stop his hand before decapitating his teacher with a fatal blow. 

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I beg you, follow Eris to read their contributions to this fic (which include more juicy drabbles from Dream's POV). We'll be posting under the tag dreamling ancient greece au if you feel like seeing more!!

Ideas for drabbles? Questions???? Please do ask :D!

[storiesbyastrocraft]

Love Sick - No Meds Please

@im-notbean this is absolutely based on your comment, so thank you!

I start a new job tomorrow and should ABSOLUTELY be asleep right now, but I live to make Aizawa stressed sooooo >:)

*time skip to when I finished writing this*

That's a lie- I started already- but I DO have to work the next 10 days and I am using this time to write >:D

Aizawa X Sick!Male Reader

Taking medicine can be incredibly difficult, especially for Y/n

Pills? No.

Liquid medicine? Not gonna happen.

It didn’t matter how badly Y/n wanted to take medicine, it wasn’t going to happen. And if he tried to force it things almost always got worse.

Aizawa didn’t believe him at first when Y/n mentioned his problem.

“Shota?” Y/n’s voice cracked through the phone. The busy man had only picked up because his boyfriend never called when he was at work, so he assumed the worst. “When are you going to be home, I feel like I’m dying.”

“Y/n?! Is everything okay? Did a villain attack you? Which hospital are you at?” Aizawa was always worried this day would come, the day when his work effected his lover. He shoved papers into his bag, making a mental note to call Mic to cover his class.

“What? No!” Y/n’s pitiful laugh did little to calm the man’s nerves, “I just have a cold or something.”

Aizawa stopped dead in his tracks.

“Sho? You there?”

“You mean to tell me,” Aizawa let out a deep sigh, “That you called just to say you’re a little sick?”

“Well…. yeah.” Y/n grew embarrassed as the silliness of the situation dawned on him. “But I feel really bad. It hurts to move and I can’t breathe and-”

“What medicine have you had? I’ll grab some on my way home.”

“None….”

The silence sat between them was uncomfortable even over the phone. Y/n hated having to open up about his medical habits, it felt so childish. What adult couldn’t suck it up and pop a pill? Him. He couldn’t.

Y/n tried to explain this is his lover, but he was met with resistance.

“Look. I’ll be home in a few hours with some medicine, I don’t know what else you want me to do. You won’t get better if you don’t take anything. I have to go. Try to get some rest, okay?”

It wasn't until Aizawa got back to their shared apartment that he realized just how serious his lover was. Aizawa had truly figured it was just a matter of 'Oh you'll take medicine if it gets bad enough.' but as he watched Y/n's labored breathing he knew that wasn't the case.

That is when the soup ritual started. Growing up Aizawa didn't always have the money to buy whatever medicine was needed to make himself feel better, but his mother always seemed to know just what to throw into a soup to fix him right up.

"Okay kid, what hurts?"

Y/n knew whenever that question was asked that he was in for a delicious treat.

It didn't matter what symptom y/n threw at his lover, Aizawa would figure out how to make a soup that would have him back on his feet by the end of the day! Y/n knew he didn't need to worry about a little capsule when his boyfriend got busy in the kitchen. Very few people knew how to deal with Y/n's aversion to medicine, and even fewer were willing to learn. Maybe that's why Y/n seemed to fall a bit more in love every time he caught a cold.

The hot soup was often accompanied by a glass of cold water. If y/n set down an empty glass, Aizawa would quickly refill it.

"Hydration is important right now, Y/n." Aizawa sighed, "We have to get this sickness out of you."

It took Y/n an embarrassingly long time to realize his lover's trick to get him some vitamin D.

As the day came to an end Aizawa would open the doors to their small balcony. The setting sun covered everything in a golden glow.

"You are so beautiful." Aizawa wasn't one for compliments, but as he saw y/n laying in the sun he couldn't help but say something.

"Sho, I am still in my pajamas and I'm pretty sure I'll be scrubbing soup stains out of this shirt tomorrow."

"Absolutely stunning. Come stand with me."

Aizawa's outstretched hand urged y/n to stand on his weakened legs. The two of them stood watching the sunset, feeling the fleeting warmth upon their skin give way to the crisp night air. Yet as the stars began to show neither of them dared to move. In this moment, everything was perfect. There was no evil, there was no good. There was no suffering, there was no health. There was only love.

Eventually, though the moment would come to an end as the night air got too cold for either of them to bear. Aizawa would leave Y/n standing alone in the cold for only a moment, quickly returning with a blanket for his lover. He would carefully cover Y/n and pull him close, leading him to bed.

[jellycreamjammedart]

I love your Security Breach Discord posts, they always put a smile on my face! I love how you get every animatronic a bit of a distinct vibe based on how they type. How would you describe these typing styles though?

If my shitposts put at least an extra smile on a mf's mouth then im glad

Now answering your question on how I try to make each animatronics typing go:

Glamrock Freddy: He is pretty straight forward. He types much like how he talks in game. That is: Accurate grammar, all proper punctuations, properly structured sentences, and especially no contraptions. I also try to add a friendly and helpful tone to his text! He very rarely goes ALL CAPS, but when he does, it is usually a very reasonable texting change within the context.

Glamrock Chica: She's very similar to Freddy, but she does use contraptions! I also try to give her text a slightly more excited and bubbly tone! Or pass off the vibe that she's pouting through text if she's disappointed.

Roxanne Wolf: Similar to Chica, but usually doesn't punctuate the end of her sentences

She may also break down her text a bit more 'cause of her rapidly pressing enter then continuing, possibly from her being a racer. May use internet lingo like 'Lmao' just slightly more than the others

I try giving her the tone of a 'big sister' figure: either the coolest person ever or the most dramatic bitch you've ever seen

Montgomery Gator: mf doesnt give a shit. just types wtv he wants to say n be done with it. wtf do u mean hes not eloquent as is. def uses 'yall'

Sun: Properly structured sentences, but he's okay with contraptions! His text is given a very energetic and exclamative tone! And that means punctuations often end with exclamation points!! Sometime may have an UGH, all-capped word in the middle of the regularly capped text for emphasis!! :D

Moon: properly punctued and structured texts, but everything's in lowercase. slightly deadpan tone, or give off the vibe that he's snickering through text.

DJMM: USES PRETTY REGULAR TEXT, BUT IT'S IN ALL CAPS.

Glamrock Bonnie: Similar to Chica but ~GAY~ and PROUD! More likely to use expression through prefaces like "Man," "Dude," and other textual cues like "yeesh" or "yikes!" May go all caps when THE BIT CALLS FOR IT LMAOOO

Prototype Freddy (new guy!): He is very similar to Glamrock Freddy, but his texts tend to be shorter. Conveying himself through fewer words gives him a slightly more intimidating vibe. Also more likely to answer or react with just emotes rather than words otherwise. 👌

Cassie & Gregory: Their texting manners tend to bend and fluctuate a lot, so it's not very solid.

Helpy: It's just a bot in Helpy's image.

[sweaterspoons]

i can't rememnber if you have a maze tag and a separate labyrinth tag but im so curious either way. what the fuck are you talking about please elaborate *kicking feet in the air twirling a phone ckrd*

GRABS YOU!!!! THANK U FOR ASKING i will now be typing for four hours<333

the labyrinth is the maze!!!!!! The Maze refers both to the play-by-post d&d campaign im running, and its setting :D

the pitch, essentially, is this:

the maze is a very little-known legend. and even if you're among the few who learn about it, it's incredibly difficult to find... and even fewer people ever make it back out.

but those who DO make it out return with their heart's greatest desire.

riches, power, immortality, knowledge, a cure for all disease, a really fucking awesome sandwich... it's all possible in the maze :)

the maze itself is its own world, with... maybe its own consciousness? it bumps up into other planes of existence every so often, and when that happens, it creates Doors, which one can enter the maze through.

the challenge, theoretically, is simple. you enter through your door. the door locks. you go find your desire. when you achieve that, you ALSO get a key! the key unlocks your door. you go home.

in practice, it's.. well... a little more complicated <3

the maze is composed of an endless series of little worlds. some parts of it are pretty classic winding tunnels, hedges, what have you. some parts of it are... cities. forests. graveyards. oceans. etc etc etc. the dream is to feel a little bit infinity train : )

geeenerally you'll get pushed in a direction that'll get you toward your goal, but. you're gonna have to work for it baby!!!

we have FOUR player characters, all from different worlds <3

the guy, played by @spookyhetero ; a warforged barbarian, a father, an all around very strange fella from a very strange world. his face is an orb. his dad is a frat boy wizard. his son is a cactus. he's friends with the maze.

mara, played by @fia-bonkginya ; a half-elf oathbreaker paladin + undying warlock!! also the love of my life honestly. they're trying to get out of their warlock pact and it's going... swell :)

nadzeya oja, played by @eldathe ; a goblin druid, my darling, my angel, my emotional punching bag. she just wants to help. she just wants to prove herself. she just wants to find-- um... who... who was it she was looking for, again? (she can't remember. why can't she remember?)

and last, but CERTAINLY not least, is doctor charles jefferson atelier, played by @electricpoolshark ; a human artificer, former army medic, current engineer and rat enthusiast. he has a giant metal rat named algernon and she's his best friend. he's just here to learn about the maze, and accidentally doomed his own ass to walk its halls forever in like... the first five minutes.

honorable npc mentions include clementine, who's been here for quite some time; titan, whom everybody hates but is also the biggest and the sexiest and is my number one committer of nonbinary wrongs; and tetsuya, who is probably not a ghost but IS a little bit haunting the narrative right now.

also.

bnuny.

:)

[bri-to-the-future]

Season 1, Episode 7- Einstein’s Adventure/Time Waits for No Frog

Im both excited and terrified

This being the only episode with two stories is throwing me off a ton though

Lmao i love doc being invisible

Why is the machine shaped like chickens lol

So far so tame i guess

I adore marty’s shirt in this ep though

I wanna say some good things cause from what ive heard it gets real bad

Conquistadors!!!!!! Ofc hes a tannen

Martys poor itchy feet

OH MY GOSH THEYRE LOOKING FOR EL DORADO!!! My blorbos miguel and tulio hang out there :D

Doc needs to be more concerned here

Oh there he goes

Please theyre so funny

Marty saves the day with dancing is not something i expected here

UGH OKAY THERE IT IS

FEET FUCKING FULLY IN THE FACE EW

Okay now onto einy’s bit which will hopefully have significantly fewer feet

Who are these jokers???? AND HOW DARE THEY CALL THE DELOREAN A HEAP!

Ha! Get em einy!!!

Awe kangaroo friend

Oh theres the tannen

YEAH KANGAROO FRIEND TO THE RESCUE!!!

I always forget the deloreans trunk is in the front

The einy one was cute

HEY NOW IVE SEEN THE WHOLE SHOW :D

Screw the frog ep though, i totally get it now

[canidfeline]

CLONES - PART ONE

(skipping birthing and about 7 years as idk how to do it) initial list (D/F=Director/Famke, S(number)=scientist and idk what i'll call the clones) and this is more just supposed to be an introduction to their life in the facility. a bit lighthearted surprisingly but im out of creativity juice so i'll be mean later.

or that can be ur job maybe

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107

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The Director sighed. X-107 was a great subject, usually, at least. But today, he seems lethargic. Even with the helmet on, he seems less obedient. As if his movements are sluggish, even when controlled.

Maybe testing in winter, in Canada, isn't the greatest idea she's had.

Not even one rabbit cut.

She cleared her throat and leaned forward to her little intercom to talk into X-107's helmet.

D: ''That's enough, 107. Come home.''

X-107 grunted, turning around and following his footsteps back home.

X-107 got home, the Facility's door lifting up automatically for him as four guards on either side of him approached, all armed. One approached him, apprehensively taking the helmet and its battery off him and then quickly backstepping to where he was before.

X shook his head, his brain finally having stopped being hijacked by a computer for today and his growing red hair plopping out.

Director Famke walked out of her office to greet X-107, a disappointed but generally bored look on her face. X has been doing less lately, and not only is it confusing, but it just means fewer breakthroughs are happening. The only abilities he's been able to showcase so far in the last 7 years are his Wolverine ones. He has claws and a healing factor and has unbelievably strong senses. Not much else.

D: ''Come on, 107. We'll go back to your cell for tests.''

X nodded, grunting in response as he followed deploying his bone claws to sharpen them against each other as he followed Famke. Famke ran a hand through her hair, glancing back at X as he sharpened his claws.

D: ''Stop doing that.'' She said, almost scolding him. The noise was gross. But the claws give her an idea. She'll bond some type of unbreakable metal to him later. I mean, he's 7 right now, so probably in 7 more years when he's more physically capable, but she'll calendar it.

They arrive in X-107's cell, a few toys littered around next to his metal-framed bed with a TV on the floor. Just some things to make the abuse feel homely.

X growled to himself, sniffing a little before staring up with a scowl at Director Famke, his eyes narrowing.

D: ''What? What are you smelling?''

X did a few weird mannerisms before growling and imitating the posture and pose that most of the guards have and nodding over at a few of his toys that were in different positions than he left them.

D: ''...your cell was dirty. I had it cleaned.''

X growled before shrugging and walking over to his TV to watch Animal Planet and plop down.

D: ''Don't you want to play? You didn't do anything outside today, we should get that energy out, hm?''

X just grunted and shook his head as he watched TV.

Famke sighed disapprovingly before speaking again.

D: ''You're going out again after you eat. I'll see you soon after I check on the others.''

he'll be abused later im just out of juice

not my best work but eh

[jonathankatwhatever]

29 Apr 2024. I’m having trouble reaching proof acceptance and I keep coming back to D-structure. The idea is that ideal forms construct in 1Space, which goes beyond Triangular and Hexagonal, etc. Okay, so that’s a wrinkle to iron out: the difference in D-structure between counts along szK and counts along any Layer. The difference is visually obvious, with the former going in and out along rays corresponding to the level of the mapping, meaning idealized to the s,x,y,zK notation. Have not gone over that for a very long time: the notation takes that ordering to represent and map the enclosure of xK and yK within the s,zK. The reason for that is the s,zK appear in both Irreducibles in Triangular and Hexagonal, which literally encloses the D3-4//4-3 space. I try to call that gsSpace so I don’t need to specify Euclidean plus the abstractions necessary, such as points at infinity, all of which we generate through this very D-structure and the operation of the Triangular structure, which I’m leaning toward calling Ideal Structure, because that becomes the original Is conception which transforms into fCM. Intermediary stop is Identity Structure, because the essence of Triangular is that the connection over a third draws the 2 who otherwise may be entirely unconnected into a relation. That’s what we’ve been doing, in various forms, including the basic hump of distance.

There’s something in that. In distance. I’ll see if it comes back. So, we can describe that aspect of the ideal, and that generates complexity which reduces to real. That’s a direct line from something I’ve been hearing but have been having trouble believing, that the misdirection could be so completely encoded to be K and Identity Mechanism or Model. It is the Identity Model underneath.

What was that title? Something about constructing a specific universe of or which embodies a specific identity model. Get the idea? It’s that the identity model, the IM, must exist within a universe in which it is the identity model. I like IM because that means im can refer to the internal identity model, the arrow in, and IM can refer to the external identity model, which is the behavior of the identities, which are Things in our terminology. Feels very late 19thC, with the nice classifications.

Wow, something just shifted. A joke just emerged. A totally tasteless joke, the kind I associate with you because only you could go there. It’s that you could be Sylvia and I could write a fiction about how I made you do it. It’s disgusting, which cracks me up. To me, that’s like playing the piano and the melodies and rhythms come through me. You have to be able to go there in your head, to know the space so you know you haven’t walled off part of you that exists in that space. And how can you understand how those attract if you can’t even look at the chain which leads there.

I decided to test an idea and it failed in the first step. It was that living here shows the benefits of smaller housing units: it limits the number of people with money who come in because there are fewer single family homes, and the units tend to be smaller than in multi-family homes in wealthier areas. That means upscaling requires demolition, which requires higher prices to justify, which slows the process. But it fails at the first complication, which is how do you build this now? The cost of construction of new is too high for ordinary people to afford in an urban area. And ordinary is a wide range.

The answer for that, like so many others, is collective activity. But there are too many stakeholders and properties are individually owned. So no solution is possible. Subsidies don’t seem likely to do much.

BTW, are you why I woke up today pissed off? Or was that me with annoyance building from the lack of needed inspiration? Or just spring knocking me back?

Distance operates as the 0-1-0. Then we segment the 1, which means we K it, and the identity model generates the identity structure which Is. Put in the rest of the notation and that’s correct. Nicely done. The idea is that Is has natural, algorithmically generated structure. That gets us to another branching, which is the notation for structure versus operation, meaning that Is stands for both structure and the operation which Is, like the way a crowd at an event makes the Is of the event. That is why the event may be more or less than the sum of its parts.

That applies over scales. Brace for impact. Oh, it wasn’t much at all. Anticipation. It’s not just for ketchup. So I picked up the distance note. It works because we enable or rather demonstrate the existence of a structure which processes across grid squares, across gsSpace. That expresses in a variety of ways, one being the idea of a quanta, which we can at least point at as embodying fCM.

Is that any good? The Planck material gets me to one power of 10 off. That is, I’m good at 662.6 because that hits -32 and that fits the halfway character, that it’s coming into visibility. I can now ‘explain’ that away, but it may be bogus because I don’t have a way of checking. It’s that the halfway is either or and thus we need a 10 in the middle over which we flip. Makes sense. So then I’m good at 66.26 because that’s within the 0-1-0 range of CM28. That’s obvious, right? Stick it in the chain and you get 1 over the 1 to 1. How many years do you think that understanding has been fermenting? That it’s fCM is the key idea, and that has remained true from the start. Now we connect that to Is with a different specificity: that Is represents the lowest observable pattern within fCM which generates Is.

Never thought I’d get that piece done.

So, the conception of D-structure is that 1Space ideals construct and generate structures which take physical shape in gsSpace. That generates D3-4//4-3 out of Irreducibles in Triangular, which are also Irreducible in Hexagonal. But it’s Hexagonal which reduces to Triangular, so one can wind around a Hexagon, which relates to Winding in Triangular, meaning it maps one to the other. I’ve mapped this in my head as this Hex runs around and there’s an Extent connecting that to some other Hexes which do the same thing, very much like a search algorithm using a ranking method.

What about D5? I know it’s necessary within D-structure to complete the D4 level, that it must extent to all but the 1 of the 0 of D5. That’s like the wanderings in the wilderness lasting long enough to make sure the generation which arrives is born of those who were born in the wilderness, a sort of barrier or firebreak separating the experiences. What’s missing is understanding the role of D6 here. A solution appears within Triangular, becomes visible, as that which is beyond this. I tend to think directionally but that just means any of the axis Extents. Oh, I see: the sheet is a sheet and it takes sheets to generate gs, and one sheet is one Irreducible. That fits this together. Not entirely sure about the words, but that works.

That is a lot of visual work. I need a break.

[pepprs]

damnok im falling asleep sk fast rn which is wild cuz ive been struggling to sleep all week and ofc now it’s hitting when iwwanted to make this post lol ok. basically idkw hat im going to do when im moved in bC i have to take up space which means eating around my roommates and making food / being in the kitchen at the same time as them and talking / singing at a normal volume in my room and sharing a br and shit w them and like. iiiii don’t know if i can do that actually. like i have to but i don’t know if i can

[antidotefortheawkward-art]

New video out! It’s..... extremely different from what I usually do, but I had fun with it! Wanted to make this song more accessible to the English-speaking JTTW fandom