#factor 5 pit

[golden-bk]

Some factor 5 Pit studies I did a few weeks ago✨

I'm in the middle of making another Kid Icarus OC (fork found in sink🧍‍♀️💥) and I realized his backstory is kinda similar to the story for that cancelled KI Wii game (basically the part where they worked for Palutena but did something that got them kicked out of Skyworld sometime after the first KI, leading to them having to restart their life in earth). I'm still working on his design so I thought it would be a good idea to study some of the concepts factor 5 did for some inspo, and draw them in my art style! :D

Honestly after studying a bunch of them, I kinda warmed up to these designs. I went in with a pretty not great view on many of them because I immediately compared it to Brawl/KIU Pit (personal bias smh) and the way the artists and writers at Nintendo designed him. But tbh many of these concepts could've been pretty neat, it was probably just the realistic/semi realistic art styles that threw me off so hard(nothing wrong with it ofc, but it's a pretty big jump from the cartoony anime style of the first KI).

I'll hopefully draw the rest of them soon, but I have some more things to work on, my past few sketchbook pages have been all these grown ass men I wanna see GIRLS‼️🗣️ WOMEN‼️‼️🔥🔥

Anyway here's all the original concepts(didn't want to go over the photo limit so I haphazardly put them all on one ibispaint canvas LMAOOO)

I've been trying to find who drew these, since I wanna at least credit them. But since this was all for a cancelled game, there's not much documentation on who did what. One of the only artists I've found so far was David Le Merrer (who was mentioned in an unseen64 video about the game), but I'm not even sure which ones he did-

[distant-screaming]

EPISODE 4. DONE.

hey everyone remember how I said this last time. yeah. multiply it by approximately ten million. wh. what the hell was that. um. I need to lie down forever. I hope next ep a lot of things happen but babe IS FINE AND NORMAL he's like a super alpha right. he has. healing. probably. it's fine. most likely. right guys. like nothing bad's gonna happen haha :)

Current Fave Character Leaderboard:

Jeff (he is soo autism <3 also he has superpowers which is amazing love that for him)

Kim (he punched winner!!! yippee!!!!!! if he does it again he'll get first place forever)

Sonic (my main character 🥰)

Honorary spot goes to: Alan! For being in general the one with the braincells (and also being soo cute)

Amount of Characters I Wish To Punch Counter: 3

Winner (what was that look at the end. what. he was going to be on my leaderboard for being soo pathetic but no go to jail)

Babe (maybe it will fix him okay. maybe it'll rattle his braincells into the correct spot)

Way (he continues to gaslight manipulate mansplain and I do not like it)

(ep 3 summary)

[smusherina]

yard work - chapter 14 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 5 / chapter 6 / chapter 7 / chapter 8 / chapter 9 / chapter 10 / chapter 11 / chapter 12 / chapter 13 / chapter 15

You told Mrs George (or was it Ms George now? Too soon?) that you'd drive yourself to the school. Under no circumstance did you want to sit in close quarters to Regina. Besides, you knew she'd have to be there significantly earlier because she was performing. If the thought of being near Regina made you uncomfortable, that of being in that building made your skin crawl.

Why you were even bothering to go was beyond you. You'd been made into a laughing stock, a subject for people to talk about and twist around for the rest of the break. There was no PR response you could concoct to fix this, because for one, there was no time, and secondly nobody would want to hear it.

Maybe this wouldn't ruin your entire fucking life. Maybe you'd get over it eventually. Maybe it would all turn out fine. But it didn't feel like that. You could understand Regina more now, could see more clearly what she'd been talking about when she went on that rant.

Thinking all your problems would dissolve once you were old enough was stupid. That could only be applied to something vain, like pimples and pit stains and body odour. But issues like Regina's, utter self-hatred weaponized against society and everybody around her, and yours, chronic doormat syndrome with a side of people pleaser, could not just resolve. One could not pray the gay away, could not sweep it all under the rug.

You looked at the chicken sandwich in your hand. Mrs George had made some for lunch earlier and you'd swung by after the grocery trip to get you one. Then, she'd driven back to yours, helped you pack it all away, and made a weekly meal plan with you while you ate. It'd been nice. And the chicken sandwich was divine.

Your tummy was already full, but you didn't want to stop eating. You almost never got to really stuff yourself. The feeling of it was luxurious, though painful.

You put off going for as long as you could. You left at just the last minute, cutting it dangerously close. Didn't bother changing your clothes or anything. A hoodie and jeans, your usual jacket and scarf. By the time you arrived on the scene, the parking lot was pretty much deserted. You hustled to the gym where the thing was set up and easily found Mrs George and Kylie.

"C'mon, it's- it's- it's almost starting!" Kylie hissed at you, patting the seat next to her.

"Okay okay!" You whisper shouted back, mustering a little excitement for the little girl's sake.

Most of the performances were utterly dull. To be fair, the talent show was also an opportunity to get extra credit for some classes. Several people from your Spanish class took the stage. There was poetry and a couple songs, all mediocre at best. A pair performed a salsa number, which was surprising on two accounts. One, they were both dudes and two, they were good.

After Damien's dramatic rendition of Christina Aguilera's Beautiful, it was time for The Plastics to take the stage. Karen, Gretchen, and Cady were slowly revealed by the curtain. Cady stood front and centre, Gretchen to her left and Karen to the right.

Unlike many of the other dance performances of the night, the highlight was certainly not the choreography. The wow factor was hinged on the simple fact that it was them, specifically these girls, in latex, borderline slutty Santa costumes doing a provocative dance. The audience was not thrilled, the adults' reactions ranging from mildly uncomfortable to downright scandalized, while the other high schoolers looked on in either lust or disappointment that the act was missing the thing that had made it interesting in the first place.

Regina George had been the main attraction. Without her, without her effortless stage presence making the dance seem interesting, it was actually pretty embarrassing.

You had to look away when they started doing stunts. Karen went to the floor on all fours crab walk style, while Gretchen positioned herself behind her, and Cady geared up to- you couldn't watch. Suddenly, the music cut out and a heavy thump accompanied by someone's breath wooshing out of their lungs echoed through the gymnasium.

Kylie covered her mouth in a valiant effort not to laugh. You bumped your shoulder into hers. She bumped back. Mrs George had gasped and almost surged out of her seat. A beat of silence. Then, like water rippling, laughter began to bubble out of people.

You still couldn't watch. You could hear heels clicking on stage, groaning, and some frantic whispering. Kylie had tears in her eyes and her whole body was shaking.

"What's happening?" You whispered to her.

"Cady... She... Belly flopped the stage." She managed to get out before bursting into giggles.

"What? Is she, like, okay?"

"She's getting up. The principle's getting on stage." Kylie reported while you kept your eyes firmly on your lap. "He's gonna say something, oh, Gretchen's taking the mic-"

You had to look up when you heard your full name being spoken into the microphone, but regretted it as soon as Gretchen finished the sentence:

"-is a lesbian!" Quiet. Again.

You looked down so fast your neck cracked. Through the tinnitus in your ears, you could vaguely hear the principal admonishing Gretchen, the murmurs in the hall, their heels clicking off stage.

Why was Gretchen of all people announcing your sexuality at the talent show? What did she have to do with any of this? Maybe Regina had put her up to it. It didn't seem planned, though. You thought that Regina and Gretchen weren't talking.

"What's a lesbian?" Kylie asked you, all innocence and wide eyes.

"Kylie, don't ask that, it's not appropriate." Mrs George said.

"Why? Is it a bad word?" She turned to her mother. You took deep breaths and clenched your fists. Unclench. Clench. Everything was going to be fine.

"No, but it's not good to accuse somebody like that." Mrs George tried to explain gently, but you could tell she was out of her depth.

"But what does it mean?"

"Kylie, I said don't-"

"It means a girl that likes girls." You cut in.

"Huh... So like how boys like girls, but a girl likes a girl?"

"Yeah."

"Oh. Okay."

You would've paid so much money for it to be that simple. Why you couldn't be afforded the benefit of the doubt that you weren't a pervert, riddled with disease, and out to get people? Why was it so unbelievable that you didn't want to change the world, you just wanted to get married someday? Why did kissing girls on the mouth make you a predator?

You suspected there were no real answers to those questions. Fear. Repression. The patriarchy. Religion. The wage gap. Whatever.

The show went on. You felt numb. Realistically, what could you even do? Stand up and shout that it wasn't true? That would only serve to put a name to a face. The next talents came and performed their mediocrity to the mildly interested crowd. There was a pretty good sleight-of-hand magician. Somebody had trained their cat to do tricks.

Eventually, it was Regina's turn to take the stage. You couldn't help but perk up when they announced her. Mrs George was out of her seat immediately, kneeling on the pathway to the stage with a video camera poised to film her daughter.

The curtains parted. She stood in the centre of the stage, mic stand in front of her. She smiled a little, eyes on her mom presumably.

Her hair was done in soft waves, framing her face so beautifully. Natural makeup kept light, a compromise between the bare face that you liked and the full beat she was into. She was wearing an old white tee shirt, the logo so faded you could barely make it out. That had been your shirt, you realized as you narrowed your eyes. You'd gotten it from summer camp, one that Regina hadn't been able to come with you to. After you came back she'd confiscated all the stuff you'd gotten there. Tee shirts, crafts projects, a whittled duck, braided cord. You'd always assumed she had thrown it all in the trash. On her wrist was a braided leather cord and a wood bead friendship bracelet. She had on Lee jeans that hugged her hips and thighs exquisitely. Those had been her mom's.

In her hands was the photo album. Everybody could read the front, Reggie & Jorts.

"Notice me... Take my hand..." She crooned into the mic as the soft melody of Briney Spears' Everytime began to play.

"Why are we strangers when our love is strong? Why carry on without me?"

You felt like you couldn't breathe.

"And every time I try to fly I fall without my wings," Her eyes scanned the crowd. You wondered if she was looking for you. "I feel so small, I guess I need you, baby,"

She found you. Your eyes met, hers clear and blue and somehow so sad, even as she glittered up on stage. Even with everybody's eyes on her, she was looking at you.

"And every time I see you in my dreams, I see your face," She sang so prettily, every note like a gentle caress, a soothing balm to your ears. You did so love to hear her sing.

"It's haunting me. I guess I need you, baby," Her eyes closed, like she couldn't focus on two things at once; looking at you and singing. She swayed gently with the rhythm, feeling the soft instrumental in her feet. Sneakers. Simple, white sneakers.

Her eyes opened again with the next lyrics. You tried not to overthink it, tried not to imagine things that weren't there, but maybe there was a glassiness to her eyes that hadn't been there before.

"I make-believe, that you are here. It's the only way that I see clear. What have I done? You seem to move on easy."

You swallowed, eyes closing. You weren't sure what to think. Was this her way of apologizing? Was she trying to make up for what'd been said? Hadn't she just earlier today made your life living hell?

You leaned your elbows onto your knees and cradled your face in your hands. What were you supposed to do now? She was singing to you. This was the ultimate show of sincerity, of vulnerability, but what were you meant to do with it all in your hands? Your chest tightened and your breaths shortened.

The song continued, you knew the lyrics by heart, but only once she sang the next part did you open your eyes again.

"I may have made it rain, please forgive me. My weakness caused you pain, and this song's my sorry,"

You understood. Cowardly as it may have been, Regina was apologizing to you. Though the references were obscure enough that most, if not all, people would not know who she was singing to, it was quite clear this was a song for somebody.

You rubbed at your throat. It felt constricted, like something was tightening around it.

You couldn't shake the feeling that it was too late. As much as you would've liked to weep in gratitude, be swept in the relief that she was taking you back, irreversible things had happened. None of this made sense. If she hadn't pulled the stunt today then who had? Had she told somebody? Had Janis told?

Regardless, you were an outcast. If not, then ridiculed. You were scared. You had become a target. You didn't think anybody at Northshore was capable of the atrocities you saw reported on the news, but nobody who'd become a victim did until it was too late.

As it was, it didn't matter whether or not you forgave Regina. It didn't matter if she forgave you.

"I guess I need you, baby," As the last line of the song carried throughout the gymnasium, and after the split second of stunned silence before people began cheering and clapping, you got up and left.

You'd smoke a cigarette and get out of here once and for all. Then, you'd drive home and call dad. You'd tell him everything, tell him you needed to switch schools and that you were gay and that you'd made a real mess of things.

You'd take what was given, reap what'd been sown, and forget all about this goddamned town.

Forget all about Regina George.

Notes: Took a bit longer with this one. Sorry for the suspense! Here, have some more unresolved stuff! Also, I fucking love that song by Britney Spears. I've known Regina was gonna sing it for J since pretty much the beginning and finally, she did.

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[flamingpudding]

Part 5 of Ghost Kid in Gotham

For those that ask, yes an AO3 link is in the works. I will post it once its ready. Also fair warning, I will be focusing on DPxDC Family Week now so I have no idea when the next part will be up.

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Thrill and chirp brother

Tim sipped on his n-th cup of specially made Tim-brand-not-Alfred-approved coffee as he shuffled into the dinning room and sat down on the breakfast table. The moment he sat down he opened the laptop again and stared at its screen for a couple of seconds. The scan of the post-it note got nothing. None of the squiggles was recognised in any of the so far known languages. Hell he even ran it through the leagues recordings of interdimensional and interplanetary known languages. No hits so far. Right now he was running a picture recognition program to see if any of these had appeared before it was on 90% with nothing found so far.

Good he hoped this really was just a prank from Cass and Steph. Because if it wasn't, Bruce would go nuts and overly paranoid as well as up the entire Manors security system a third time this month. Sadly, despite his hope, Tim knew that it wasn't a prank.

A cough resounded behind him and Tim blinked two times before sighting, closing the laptop and pushing it only a couple of inches away from him as Alfred put a plate with his breakfast before him. Knowing Alfreds rules about work at the table he would better not touch it again for now.

"Replacement, you look like the dead walking. Did you even sleep last night?" He glared at his brother before he blinked taking in his surroundings before his eyes rested on little Danny.

Tim could see that all of them, despite barely knowing the kid for a couple of hours, had already become attached to Danny. It didn't help that they had discovered Lichtenberg scarring running up Danny's left arm all the way to where his heart was after the child had finally let Damien take care of him. Hell Tim wanted to know who would give a child, a once dead then revived one, scares like that. If Talia had let the kid go through some sort of experimentation…. Well Tim knew where the explosives were stored and by the looks of it he probably could count on Jason's as well as Dick's help to blow up a league facility.

Either way Damien had become very protective of the child. The scarring didn't help calming that protectiveness either. In fact he was pretty sure it steered it more in the rest of them too. Also the fact that Danny spat out glowing Lazarus Water once they managed to wrangle the kid off Jason last night wasn't calming down a different kind of worry anytime soon either. No, it was another factor next to the scarring that spoke for the League having experimented on the poor child. He probably should start investing more time into what sort of facilities the League had built or was using lately.

On a good note, thankfully Danny had let up on Jason after he spat out the green goop and thanks to the fact that he apparently recognised Damien, let said teenager manhandle -cough- take care of the little biter for the rest of the night. It also seemed like the little guys biting obsession with Jason had calmed down, for now. He didn't trust the calm, especially not with the way Danny was still focused on his second oldest brother. Though everyone except for the demon brat was still getting the hissing treatment. Considering his theory that the League probably used the revived child to experiment with Lazarus Water, it wasn't that much of a surprise. Anyone would be feral after being subjected to experiments.

Thankfully it looked that whatever Pit Madness had overcome the child last night was not reacting towards them. But as he watched Dick trying really hard not to pout at Damien who had Danny in his lap in a protective hold, he wondered how long that would hold. Jason sat as far away from Danny and Damien as he could, probably because of the way the child was watching him with glowing blue eyes while munching on whatever food Damien gave to the little biter.

He could also see the reason for Dick's pouting as the elder reached out to attempt to ruffle Danny's hair but the child instantly snapped his head in their eldest brother's direction, hissing, bearing his teeth and even snapping at the air until Dick withdrew said hand again. A pout very evidently on his face. Like a switch flipped the child's focus would then redirect to watching Jason like a hawk again and munching on the food the Demon brat gave him.

At least he was the bitey type that would hiss as warning and not the stabby kind without warning like Damien.

"Yo, anyone at home up there?"

Turning his focus back to his second oldest brother Tim glared at him once more. "If you have to know. Yes I did sleep last night."

"More than one hour?" Dick asked next and Tim refused to look at the eldest. He was not going to answer that. He had coffee, who needed sleep when you have coffee. Besides, he was a perfectly functioning human being even with minimal amounts of sleep. He had not face planted his breakfast for three days now.

"What got you so obsessed that you didn't sleep, Drake? Another case? Or did you try to find out more from the League in regards to Danyal's scars?"

"That too but mostly the post-it note." He finally answered after stewing a little longer under the stares of his siblings. "Neither our nor the JL's language recognition programs got a hit and right now I am running a picture recognition to see if there ever was any kind of writing like that found before but it ran up to 90% before I came down and hadn't found anything like that before. And-"

"Slow down there Timber. I thought that's just a prank from Cass and Steph?" Dick interrupted him and Tim suppressed a groan.

"It couldn't be. I wish it was but both of them weren't in the Manor last night and I don't think Duke would do something like this so-"

"Hold up." Jason cut in and Tim glowered at them for getting interrupted again.

"What do you mean no language recognition program got a hit?"

"It means that there is no languages to translate-"

"Why would you need that? Yea its cryptic as fuck but its clearly written out!"

"Jason what are you talking about?" He opened his laptop again, turning the screen so it was facing Jason. "These are squiggles! How is it readable?!"

"The fuck you talking about?! Don't tell me your sleep deprived mind doesn't know how to read anymore?"

"Jason what does it say in your eyes?" Dick carefully cut in before Tim could question the other any more.

"'The daylight knight will tell the truth with eyes that see the light'. See cryptic as fuck." The older gesticulated towards Tim's laptop screen while Damien raised an eyebrow at him.

"The what now, will tell what?" Dick asked confusedly while Tim turned the laptop back towards him noting down what Jason just said. He was confused as to why Jason was able to read the squiggles but at least that gave him some kind of hint about the post-it. Aside from adding more questions to the already growing pile.

Suddenly a thrilling noise echoed in the room and the four looked at Danny. The child's now green eyes were focused on Jason. Tim could see Damiens hold tightening and Dick tensing when they noticed the green. Danny repeated the same nose he made earlier, still intensely staring at Jason.

"Who the fuck is clockwork?"

The green fated and Danny made a similar noise to chirping, his head tilting in confusion.

"The fuck you mean you don't know? You just said that Clockwork wrote the note?!"

"Todd. Did you just understand the noise Danyal was making?"

Once again the three of them stared at Jason who looked at them confused. "You didn't?"

They shake their heads and Jason let out a frustrated groan as he sat back down his head in his hands. "What did you assholes hear just now?"

"Danyal made some kind of thrilling, then chirping noise."

"Well I heard him say that someone named Clockwork wrote the note and then he said all confused that he doesn't know who Clockwork is." He looked at them frustrated. "Why do I hear the kid speak and you guys don't. You're his fucking twin, right? Shouldn't you know what the brat is saying?"

Damien glowered at their brother offended but didn't retort anything. Tim did see a hint of frustration with their formerly youngest and he could guess. Damien was most likely frustrated about the fact that Jason understood his twin's noises and he didn't. The only thing stopping him from possibly hurling the breakfast knife at Jasons, was most likely his hold on Danny.

Tim also thought about the fact for a while until it suddenly hit him. He looked up and made eye contact with Dick who most likely came to the same conclusion. The two turned towards their siblings.

"The Lazarus Water." Tim carefully offered, watching Jason and Damien tensed slightly.

"What about it?" The second oldest scoffed, turning his attention towards them.

"That's what you two have in common. Both of you got revived and came back through a Lazarus Pit. You still have the Pit in your mind right? And Danny most likely also has a lot of it in his system. It even mixed with his DNA."

After a beat of silence Jason let out a hearty groan. "Fuck. So because of the Pit I understand thrill and chirps now? Just fucking great!"

"Probably can speak it too if you try. That would be pretty cute. Come on, say something in a chirp!" Leave it to Dick to try to lighten the mood, though the glare Jason sent the eldest did make Tim hide a chuckle. He had to admit imaging Jason talking in chirps was a funny image. Should his brother ever do that he would need to make sure to take a video for his black mail folder.

"I will fucking not!"

"Come on, don't you want to communicate properly with our little teethling here?"

"Fuck off Dick!"

"You have to try it Jaybird! For little teethling!"

"Richard." Damien warned but Tim could only snicker as he watched Dick reach out to pat the kids head carelessly, apparently not hearing the warning nor hissing as the elder was too engrossed in convincing Jason to talk in chirp.

Dick let out a shriek of pain.

"Ha! Not so fun getting bitten is it now?" Jason laughed gloating with the fact that for once he was not the biting target.

Tim winched the moment he saw Danny clamp down with his sharp teeth on Dick's hand. Damien was instantly scowling both of them but the little biter refused to let go. He saw Alfred approaching the three and instantly stood up from his chair with a warning on the tip of his tongue as the butler reached out towards Danny.

"Master Danyal." Stunned and frozen the four brothers watched how the butler fearlessly patted the child's head who only let out a small hiss in acknowledgement, teeth still digging into the eldest brother's hand. "I request you let go of Master Dick's hand. I fear it will not taste as well as this snack I have prepared for you."

In an instant Danny let go and chirped, turning his attention towards Alfred who was still patting the child's head without getting hissed at or being in risk of getting bitten. Damien even let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you Pennyworth."

Dick was now cradling his hand, pouting and mumbling something about unfairness at the three as Jason laughed. Tim too couldn't help but chuckle, of course Alfred somehow became an exception towards Danny's biteyness.

It was at that moment that Duke entered the room, took one look at them, blinked, rubbed his eyes and then turned around and left again muttering something about it being too bright and early for any of this.

[shadesofmauve]

Alliance Normandy SR-2 redesign: Deck 5

We've finally arrived at the bottom: deck 5, home of the hangar, the Kodiak shuttles, and now, Marine Land!

There are some oddities with this deck, because I was guessing at how fast the hull tapers towards the bottom at the back (I'm working off references that show front and rear elevations, but that only shows you the broadest points). I messed up something with my core chamber measurements and had to make the entire rear end (heh) slightly bigger here before posting, but the deck design errs on the side of narrower.

Hangar

When I wrote A Star To Steer Her By I ignored the silly shipbuilding because I was focused on a relationship (and because it wasn't supposed to be a door-stopper novel. Oops), but as I went on things like "this hangar should be regularly exposed to vacuum, how can you leave gym equipment in here" bothered me more and more. By the time of Sunset and Evening Star I couldn't let that state of affairs stand. So: this hangar is regularly exposed to vacuum. No fancy force fields that keep in the air but let out shuttles. You don't leave anything in here that isn't protected from vacuum and strapped down.

The hangar is the limiting factor in the size of the entire ship; it has to fit between the central elevator and the hangar door, and it must fit two Kodiaks. To reach this size I had to make the Kodiaks boxier; my drawings are taller for their length than the game models. They still seat twelve, and there's room for one to do a 180 on it's axis while the other is in its cradle. The hangar floor slopes down slightly towards the door in the middle, and the Kodiaks are 'shelved' to the sides.

Cortez runs the flight deck from the exact same place he is in game, but now he has bulkheads and windows between himself and the cold death of space. Airlocks on either side give access to the flight deck. There are also giant doors straight into the deck 4 cargo bays, but those won't open unless the hangar is pressurized.

Marine Land

Jack's Sulking Pit is now a gym, with weights, treadmill, stationary bike, heavy bags, and mats for sparing (and occasionally making pillow forts for evacuee toddlers). Mats are usually stored stowed against the wall, and other equipment can be moved as needed.

To port are the marine berths. The usual compliment of marines is a dozen, including their unit leader, but there are twelve bunks as well as the officer's tiny cabin (because there's no point wasting the space, and you never know). Other than their semi-privacy, the marine racks are no different from the enlisted racks on the two decks above.*

*"Except for the smell." — the rest of the crew, probably.

Berthing the marines on deck 5 is all about quick access to their arms, armor, and transport. Directly across from the marine berths is the entrance to the locker room and armory. After armoring up they grab their weapons and can get to the shuttle through an airlock entrance in the armory. On the way back, they reverse the process; stow weapons, strip off armor — often dropping damaged plating into the recycler chute as they go by — strip down, and shower.

The Alliance military is gender neutral, and nowhere is this as obvious as the marine lockers. The marine unit regularly strips down in front of each other; it's just part of getting ready for work. You can't be body-shy and be an Alliance Marine.

(I like to think the separate bathrooms on the crew deck were the Illusive Man's weird traditionalist decision. Sometimes the gendered-bathroom thing starts to grate on Bo Huan, the third-watch pilot, so they come down to deck five to use the locker room showers, leading Joker to quip "Ah, the third gender: marine!")

More engineering, and the answers to a few questions

Ladders from deck 4 lead down to another engineering area on the hangar level. It's not connected to the main areas of the deck by conventional corridors, but it is accessible through the warren of service passages that run throughout the ship. More of those access-ways lead aft of the eezo core chamber to the fusion plant (not shown). Because the core chamber narrows faster than the ship, it's easier to get around it here than it is on the engineering deck, where the core chamber is at it's widest but the hull has started to narrow. These access tunnels are rarely comfortable to get through, though they often open out into areas that are easier to work in, or into surprising pockets of unused space. They may require crawling or climbing, or clambering over obstacles.

All the maintenance accesses are kept pressurized and aired up, but the habitable area shown on these posts is wrapped in an inner hull, and the doors for maintenance access are all pressure doors: if a hit damages the tunnel you use to access the ship's innards, it won't kill all the crew in the room next to it.**

**It will obliterate the illicit still and the not-actually-a-secret-make-out-nest, as well as anyone stupid enough to be distilling and***/or fucking in those locations, which is why we don't lollygag between the hulls in combat, private!

***AND?****

****Some people are remarkably talented.

Normandy redesign posts

Intro

Loft

Command

Crew

Engineering

Hangar

[mysticstronomy]

IT IS POSSIBLE TO TURN LIGHT INTO SOLID??

Blog#488

Saturday, March 15th, 2025.

For the first time, researchers have transformed light into a "'supersolid" — a strange state of matter that is both solid and liquid at the same time.

Although scientists have made supersolids out of atoms before, this is the first instance of coupling light and matter to create a supersolid and it opens new doors for studying condensed-matter physics, researchers explained in a paper published March 5 in journal Science.

But what exactly is a supersolid, and why is this new development so exciting? Here's everything you need to know.

Supersolids are a strange state of matter defined by quantum mechanics where particles condense into an orderly, crystalline solid but also move like a liquid that has no viscosity. (Viscosity refers to a substance's internal friction, governing how smoothly it flows). Usually, solids don't move on their own, but supersolids change direction and density depending on particle interactions while maintaining an organized lattice structure.

Supersolids require extremely low temperatures to form — usually very close to absolute zero (minus 459.67 degrees Fahrenheit, or minus 273.15 degrees Celsius). Most of the particles have to occupy the lowest energy state available, and heat makes particles jump up and down like excitable toddlers in a ball pit.

If a material is cold enough, the temperature no longer obscures how the particles interact with each other. Instead, the tiny effects of quantum mechanics become the defining factors in how the material behaves.

Imagine the toddlers have gone home and the ball pit has settled into a calm state. Now we can study in peace how the individual components of the ball pit interact with each other to define its characteristics.

Viscosity is a measure of how easily a fluid changes its shape. A fluid with a higher viscosity tends to stick to itself more and, therefore, resist movement, like how syrup moves more sluggishly when poured from a container compared with how water streams from a tap. All fluids, except superfluids and supersolids, have some amount of viscosity.

Supersolids have been made from atomic gases before. However, the new research used a novel mechanism that relies on the properties of "polariton" systems.

Polaritons are formed by coupling photons (light) and quasiparticles like excitons through strong electromagnetic interactions. Their properties allow them to condense to the lowest possible energy state in a similar way to some atomic gases. In other words, light is coupled with matter, and together, they can be condensed into a supersolid.

Originally published on https://www.livescience.com

COMING UP!!

(Wednesday, March 19th, 2025)

"IS DARK MATTER LIGHT??"

[addysadness]

The thing that frustrates me so much about the whole “Lando has had multiple seasons in F1” using that to imply that his performance/results are not worthy. I think what most of these people tend to forget is yes he has had a seat in F1 since 2019 (aged 19 may I add) but Mclaren until recently so for the majority of his F1 career, has struggled; until late 2023 they were a consistent midfield team - even backmarkers at times. Fighting for points and possibly podiums is different than fighting in the front and although this experienced has enabled Lando to be very good at carving through the field (see Mexico 2023, Baku 2024, COTA 2022) it means that 2024 was the first season he was actually consistently fighting at the front (and not out of place pe say).

In Addition, he lost a lot of valued time and experience coming out of his rookie season because of COVID, most drivers value their second season so much for experience but Lando barely had that, only 17 races were held in the 2020 season - despite this he achieved his first F1 podium at the first race back after lockdown at Austria 2020. Furthermore, season lengths have changed in the last 5 years so his 2 seasons of experience are less than Oscar Piastri for example. 

A lot of people compare Oscar and Lando’s experience - but never their HvH? Often using Oscar's relative freshness into the sport and his successes to try and downplay and undermine Lando’s. This not only isn’t fair but it's a biased comparison. Lando struggled with the team coming out of the Honda power unit disaster time, through COVID where financial issues were rife and he agreed to a salary cut to support Mclaren employees and just having a midfield car (a tractor at times). He carried the team 2021/2022 when Daniel was his teammate as Daniel couldn’t provide them with much, consistently dragging a shitbox into the points and even podiums - way outperforming the car. In 2022, he was the only non Red bull, Mercedes or Ferrari driver to get a podium (Imola) and particularly dragged Mclaren in the constructors even racing whilst very unwell with Tonsillitis (Spain,Monaco) Food Poisoning(Brazil) and with bad headaches (COTA). Not even mentioning Oscar’s prior experience at driving many tracks with Alpine. 

I also think that in the recent decades we have seen some of the most successful drivers hit the ground running or start off with capable cars, in the first few seasons of their career, this also means recency bias can play a part. This is why it's very inaccurate to compare drivers because they have all been in different situations with different cars with different capacities and using factors like that out of context can continue to contribute to the horrible hate Lando gets. 

Overall, yes Lando is no rookie anymore but he is in a new experience of fighting at the front and like any humans makes mistakes but the most important thing; a thing that he has said himself is that he will try to learn from them. And he does (see qualifying in 2023-2024). Fighting at the front is a very different experience to what he has been used to but he has already shown (Zandvoort, Abu Dhabi) how he can dominate and win. I really hope that the Mclaren this year is a championship capable car and that the Mclaren Pit wall and Management don’t continue to make strategy errors and unfair bias allowing Lando to show his amazing talent.

[3liza]

are there any meds organizers/pill boxes that are

1. larger than a blush compact

3. have multiple compartments (more than 6)

4. not plastic

5. not ugly

i take about 10-20 pills a day. some of them are enormous, like big vitamins. many of them are as-needed and not daily or scheduled, so weekly organizers are NOT a good solution for me

i don't like distributing those pills into weekly organizer caddies for many reasons, the most important one being that I will just not do it because i don't want to. i find the process odious and difficult even though it's fast and easy. i suspect there is something about the executive function requirements that make doing that task difficult for the same reason I find mailing packages to be like performing a quadrille. i suspect this is due to medical issues relating to my brain

i want to have compartments, but NOT daily compartments. i want to dump all my vitamin b pills into compartment 1, and all my vitamin c pills into compartment 2, and all my Adderall into compartment 3, and so on. because I don't always need or want to take every type of pill I have, most of my medication is "as needed" and this doesn't work for weekly organizers. i have used weekly organizers to just hold different types of pills in each compartment and this works but it's annoying to deal with the days of the week labeling, and the organizers are ugly.

I currently have all my "usually have to take every day" pills which are mostly very small prescription pills in a set of three metal containers that are not ugly. there are 2 traditional "pill boxes" as seen in the 20th century to go in a lady's purse.

and then one Altoids tin that just has everything in it that wouldn't fit in the smaller boxes. and then dozens of bottles of larger pills in the kitchen.

so I have three boxes of pills I have to carry around from room to room all day. i don't like this. and I don't like how there are three separate boxes. i also don't like how everything bigger than this that I can find is made of plastic. and I don't like how the latches aren't secure enough to tolerate being occasionally dropped on the ground. what I want is the same form factor of the tiny pill boxes I have now, but 5x bigger. the weekly caddies are big enough but they're ugly.

i need like. a Mancala board with a secure lid:

they do make Mancala boards that fold shut. however that's still only six compartments. i need the Mancala board to have more pits in it and then it would be perfect. there are variations of Mancala with dozens of pits but they're too rare for me to be able to find the boards on ebay

wait what the fuck

also i DONT want one of these, they're not a good form factor for my use case:

I'm thinking probably a jewelry box or trinket box is the right move here but I want the compartments to be more secure than jewelry boxes usually are, and I also don't want them to be covered in velvet, because velvet is impossible to clean and pills constantly slough off various powders and dust.

simple wood trinket boxes are the right size and shape (about the size of a book) but are usually for putting your weed accoutrements and don't have internal compartments though. i can DIY internal compartments, but that requires effort and organization, the two resources that are least accessible to me. and if I'm going to do that much work it's sort of pointless buying anything to begin with, I may as well just make an entire box myself at home out of bamboo or something. which I might do because I'm fed up!!

something like this could work but I hate the plastic pouches. they will start falling apart in a year

[grasshopperdoingdogpaddle]

How would you rank the characters living under Jack's reign in the bad future from who's having the "best" time vs who's having the worst? (excluding Jack himself obv he's having a good time lol)

6-Hannibal Roy Bean

Being stuck in this undersized, undignified cage and blown up to a size where you can't even move, and labeled as "The Musical Fruit" are all humiliating.

But Hannibal's been locked up for centuries before, so this is hardly going to break his spirit, especially Jack is mortal and getting very old, so it feels like the immortals in the dungeon have this mindset that they can sort of just wait it out.

Granted, Hannibal does look weirdly mishappen and... mushy? So I wonder what exactly Jack has done to his body to make him end up like this.

With how distended and full his lower body looks now, and with the suspicious absence of Hannibal's only companion, I sort of suspect that Jack somehow forcefed Ying-Ying to Hannibal...? But even if that's not the case, the absence of Ying-Ying is another form of torture for him, since that's the only other being who he truly likes.

5-Master Fung

Master Fung is as skilled and untouchable as ever. Moreso in fact, because he seems like he doesn't really get winded by battles anymore. His mind may have dulled somewhat, but his physical form and skill has sharpened with age during the time skip.

The gladiator shows they're forced to put on are miserable for everyone, but none of Jack's bots are able to even scratch Master Fung, and he beats them without a sweat.

He has an easier time against Jack's lion-bots than he did against the real jungle cats, who he also handily beat.

And Master Fung's confusion and memory problems seem to stave off despair, at least. Though he's still having an awful time here.

4-Wuya

Hers is mostly another humiliation thing, but unlike Hannibal's, Wuya's also has this visceral, creepy factor to it. Jack apparently forcibly changed her clothes and did up her hair in accordance to his own taste for cheerleaders, complete with pigtails and his initial.

In addition to that, she's also suspended over a pit of boiled lava. The rising heat from that is probably the physical torture, along with just how uncomfortable the chains are.

But the worst part for Wuya is probably that Jack has somehow stolen the powers that were sealed away from her and is in control of her stone golems now, to add insult to injury. That probably stings more than any aspect of this setup.

3-Le Mime

Also in this gladiatorial thing, but Le Mime's never really been shown to be able to fight and he can't even take a hit from his own scrawny arm. And since he's just cowering here, the lion bots apparently have some way of getting past his Miming, so he can't protect himself behind his invisible walls.

He's got nothing he can do but weather the humiliations and pain of these losing battles.

2- Chase Young

His torture devices is definitely the most intricate.

Water drop torture, stripped of his clothes (including his underwear because those boxers notably aren't Chase's), suspended in this metal contraption with a paintbrush spreading something over his abdomen.

Chase's is also the only torture device that is surrounded by bloodstains.

And he's in a dungeon with Wuya and Hannibal, the people who he'd least want to be trapped with. None of them are gagged, so they both could at least take as many pot-shots at Chase as they wanted to. Those two are better at getting under Chase skin than anyone else, and even though Chase probably shot insults back, it was 2-against-1 there.

And the first and only line we get from Chase implies that he's been on the edge of hope waiting to see Omi again after all this time with no word on his fate. Despite everything that's been happening, Omi's still been on his mind this whole time with no answers for 80 years.

So he had quite a bit of both physical and psychological torture to deal with.

1-The Monks

They have frequent gladiatorial matches and an awful living situation. Old age has definitely slowed them down, so their matches probably don't end without injury like Master Fung's do.

And they still never found out what happened to Omi and Dojo, after all this time. They're all mentally beating themselves up over that, and over the state of the world. They're crushed by this feeling that they've failed in their duty towards it, and they don't know if their friends are dead or alive.

And the end, minutes after they find their first spark of hope in decades, where they're all brutally murdered. They're extremely painful deaths, too. Clay is shot by lasers, Raimundo is crushed, Kimiko is pulled apart limb-from-limb.

Taking that into consideration definitely makes them number one on this list. Can't have a much worse time than that.

Honorable Mention: Omi

He was only there for a little bit, so I can't really rank him anywhere on the list. But watching all his friends be brutally murdered in front of him certainly left an impression.

And Omi's the only one who will have any impression of all this at all. Whether you think the space-time merging of the alternate timeline left ripples of memories in the others or not, this is just a bad future of the main timeline, so no one's actually experienced it. Omi's the only one who'll remember this nightmare. It's seared into his memory for good.

[carmelitacreep]

Ok, so you know how Jason looks like he's around 19-20 when he returns, but was dead for like a year before beign resurrected by the pit?

The pit, tecnically talking, makes you younger (apart from stronger and has a healing and reviving factor), Ra's Al Ghul usually uses it for this, to be younger and stronger and to heal injuries,.

So, what if, other than reviving and healing, Jason became younger than when he died when being revived by the pit? It would make his young appearance have more sense

Even more because Dick and Jason have like a 4-5 year old age difference, and when jason return Dick is like in his late 20s (25-30) so Jason should look like he's more than 20years old, but his looks his way younger, so maybe when he was revived the pit made him younger.

[millenniallust4death]

There is no question that the meager, late response of the medical community to the laetrile challenge was an important factor in its success. The FDA had no ally and was simply outgunned. To the degree that we did not learn this lesson of history, we will surely have the opportunity to relive it.

— Irving J. Lerner, The Whys of Cancer Quackery (1984), p. 819.

Laetrile, marketed as “Vitamin B17", is a compound derived from apricot pits that was falsely promoted as a "natural" cancer cure in the 1970s. It has no definitive anticancer effect in humans and can cause cyanide poisoning, especially when ingested with common raw foods like almonds, carrots, and celery. These foods contain beta-glucosidase, an enzyme that breaks laetrile down into cyanide. Despite these risks, the "cure" was embraced by desperate patients, championed by political extremists, and protected by anti-regulation activists. Laetrile remains one of the most notorious cases of modern medical quackery.

The laetrile cult is perhaps the most bizarre, ruthless, deceptive, misleading and dangerous health cult to come along in this century.

— Victor Herbert, Laetrile: The Cult of Cyanide (1979), p. 1124.

Magical cures lurk at the intersection between the denial and bargaining stages of grief. It’s why vulnerable people start taking laetrile, ivermectin, or whatever the next so-called secret cure is. Be wary when poison starts looking like hope.

A few references:

He, X.-Y., Wu, L.-J., Wang, W.-X., Xie, P.-J., Chen, Y.-H., & Wang, F. (2020). Amygdalin – A pharmacological and toxicological review. Journal of Ethnopharmacology, 254, 112717. DOI.

Herbert, V. (1979). Laetrile: The cult of cyanide. Promoting poison for profit. The American Journal of Clinical Nutrition, 32(5), 1121–1158. DOI.

Lerner, I. J. (1984). The whys of cancer quackery. Cancer, 53(3 Suppl), 815–819. URL.

Milazzo, S., Horneber, M., & Ernst, E. (2015). Laetrile treatment for cancer. Cochrane Database of Systematic Reviews, 2015(4), CD005476. DOI.

[anon-e-miss]

Reformation - 5

“Ori?” Jazz took his bass off the wall and strummed it, playing scales as a means to steady his processor as he opened the comm link he shared with his originator.

“What do ya need, Love?” Punch asked as he answered.

“Got good site to order some forgivin’ armour off of?” Jazz asked. 

“Get in some trouble?” Punch asked.

“Went through my rut wit an Omega Bot,” Jazz explained. “Got’m wit spark. Now even his low cut scrap is pinchin’ ‘n ‘m thinking’ it ain’t gonna get better.”

“Probably didn’t get a proper fittin’,” Punch replied. “ I’ll sent ya a link. Get somethin’ wit adjustable panels for now.”

“Thanks,” Jazz told him. “I told’m ya’d help’m when he’s ready to talk ‘bout all the stuff wit carryin’. He ain’t ready yet. He’s been through Pit.”

“I know my bitty so I know ya weren’t the one to put’m through it,” Punch said.

“No,” Jazz replied. “Don’t mean it’s any easier for’m.”

Because the armour had removable panels, Jazz could order it straight off the shelf. He paid for a rush delivery, which meant it would be delivered by the light-cycle. It was fast enough. A visit to Ratchet was in order but it could wait a couple of mega-cycles. What Prowl needed right now was to rest away from prying optics. He was going to be under even more scrutiny when they returned to duty. Jazz would have to make sure the line was toed. Prowl would not come to ruin because Jazz sparked him up in a heat. Optimus had shown himself to be protective of his Omega Autobots and that would be helpful, to a point. It would be Ironhide and how he responded who would be the deciding factor, Jazz thought. The weapons master was a Beta and the primary disciplinarian for the drops stationed at the base and he always made a point of showing the cockiest of Alpha Autobots their afts. Jazz had not seen one beat him yet when dared to spare. But he was old, ancient even and he might yet have some opinions on where a gravid Omega was meant to be, home brooding, as an example. If he was slow to enforce Prime’s will, Prowl would have a deeply unfair fight on his servos and it seemed to Jazz he had been through enough.

He had the makings of a good originator, though Jazz did not think it would be a comfort to him to hear that right now. The knowledge he was carrying was a deep psychological blow. Jazz knew his originator, a natural Omega, had not be happy to learn he was carrying after an unexpected heat and the whole carrying had been a miserable ordeal that had nearly killed him. Though a difficult delivery had rendered Punch sterile, it had not spared him heats and the attention of entitled Alphas, at least not until Jazz and Ricochet had been old enough to chase them off, giving Punch the ability to choose who he spent his heats with versus who got to him first. To a point, Ori would be able to empathize with the pain of Prowl’s position and he would also understand that Prowl’s pain was also different, layered, which would make him a good shoulder to lean on, once Prowl was ready.

Jazz was not entirely glad to be in this mess but he was relieved to a point that he had decided to go to the centre to manage his rut. He did not know what sorts of Alphas Prowl had been with before, beyond Lockdown but the enforcer at least seemed to have been a nasty sort of scrap. Just having a heat was traumatizing to Prowl and Jazz might have been arrogant but he did not think another Alpha would have noticed to care. Using aft fragging to help Prowl’s pleasure and his mood had been effective. Would another Alpha have bothered? Would Prowl have felt safe enough to ask? Jazz did not believe they could have been called friends but even when they argued, they worked well together. Prowl was wicked smart and sometimes overcautious so far as ops were concerned. When they worked on something together, they tended to have the most success. In any case, Jazz thought Prowl liked him arguing, it meant he was not dismissing his opinion like many Alphas tried.

“Ready to come out?” Jazz asked. “Maybe have a nap?”

***

The ruby tea was calming. Prowl left the collar on, not ready yet for Jazz to see how thoroughly Lockdown had owned him. It was humiliating. Everything about this was humiliating. He knew he was an Omega, a full Omega as true as one who had emerged with this presentation but he still wondered, still feared that his frame would not be able to give emergence. Would his valve really stretch that much? True an Alpha’s knot was big but a bitlet was bigger. Was his pelvis wide enough? Since Lockdown had broken it before Prowl had even been properly bitched, he did not know if it had widened to allow for such a thing. True, his hips were wider than they had been but some of that was just… pudge. He had never asked if his frame was formatted correctly for emergence because he had never wanted to be kindled. Now he was going to have to ask. He was going to know. It was distressing. An Omega’s carrying was a stellar-cycle long. In that time, his frame would demand contributions. The only Alpha to have spike Prowl out of heat had been Lockdown. Could he even do it? Was he going to waste away because he was too afraid to frag?

“Ready to come out?” Jazz asked. “Maybe have a nap?”

“I do not know,” Prowl replied. “I do not think I could nap. I am tired but my processor is… in turmoil.”

“Can I join ya?” Jazz asked. Prowl nodded. He did not leer when Jazz stripped. He had seen the Alpha’s frame from every angle. It was an attractive frame. Even out of heat Prowl could acknowledge that. “Did ya wanna turn around so I can rub yer back? It might help ya relax.”

“That could help,” Prowl said.

Jazz was gentle and firm as he handled Prowl’s doorwings. He listened, Prowl realized to the joint as he cracked and popped it before activating his magnets. Prowl was overloading, moaning opening before he even realized it. Every drop of tension fled from them and his back and shoulders bled away and the Omega sagged, limp in Jazz’s lap. As Jazz continued to massage the oil from the bath into Prowl’s sentio-metallico, he realized the Alpha’s spike was not hard. The observation let Prowl relax even more. He did not think he could be safer with anyone. Jazz had always been the Autobot Prowl felt safest with, safest to argue with, safest to be alone with. Even after breeding him, Jazz was not acting like he felt free to use Prowl’s frame as it suited him.

“I think a nap would be good now,” Jazz told him. “Don’t ya think?”

“Mhm,” Prowl replied. Jazz lifted him from the bath and towel-dried him. He did not put his own armour back on or Prowl’s on him. With the same ease he had in rut, Jazz lifted Prowl up and he carried him from the washracks and into his berthroom and tucked him into the berth.

“How long did ya want me to leave ya to recharge?” Jazz asked.

“Do not leave me,” Prowl asked. His Omega coding basked in the reassuring field of the Alpha that had bred him. “I am safe with you.”

Jazz cupped his cheekplate: “You are Sweetspark.”

Prowl curled into his side as soon as Jazz laid down and in nanokliks, he was in recharge.

[ymgsu]

chiyo's personal mari autopsy

i am not a medical professional, my writing is done as a conclusion of personal research & a curious dissection; so please disregard errors i will kill myself at the first sign of them. potential inaccuracies.

red for instantly fatal, confirmed with enough image comparison,

blue for survivable as superficial/low chance of fatalism -> low chance not to be equated as impossible for demise,

green for fatal only if targeting certain area or fatal due to combination of pre-existing factors -> not to be graded as non-fatal,

orange for moderately fatal, large contributor but not primary.

s3ep10 full circle spoilers below;

17-18 y/o female, 5’7”, approx. 60 kg (est bmi) 6-7 ft pit trap with sharpened wooden spikes (diameter ~1.28 in -> at first i tried measuring the stakes to the size of a standard water bottle -> didn't work -> 16dram pill bottle came closest) while running on injury (~2.5 m/s).

see math above; force she hit spikes at was akin to that of a moving car at slow speed, hence full puncture (take into acc bodyweight, speed, height)

the pain she felt would have to be EXCRUCIATING, in consideration of the size of the stakes, the amt, and the specific positions. fortunately/unfortunately, it would have only been felt for a few seconds as she sustained many fatal wounds at heavy impact.

in case you were wondering, no she most likely did not have the time to imagine cheeseburgers or slurpees @ time of fatality, as the time between injury and death was far too quick.

injuries sustained

1. puncture right cheek (through-and-through)

penetrating facial trauma (ICD-10: S01.451A) + potential oral cavity perforation (ICD-10: S01.511A)

potential airway obstruction (if bleeding into pharynx), maxillary sinus breach

contribution to death : cheek wound was survivable in isolation. death resulted from cumulative injuries (aortic rupture, liver laceration). would cause instant death only if targeting carotid artery or brainstem.

2. puncture right shoulder (near clavicle)

subclavian artery laceration (ICD-10: S45.001A) + potential hemothorax with massive blood loss (ICD-10: J94.2)

hemorrhagic shock; hypovolemic cardiac arrest

contribution to death : significant; combined with other injuries, it accelerated hypovolemic shock and cardiac arrest; not instantly fatal alone

3. puncture left lung (mid-position)

tension pneumothorax (ICD-10: S27.0XXA) + hemothorax (ICD-10: J94.2)

hypoxia (collapsed lung → respiratory failure), mediastinal shift, air/blood in pleural space compressed the lung and mediastinum → impaired cardiac output.

contribution to death : critical. tension pneumothorax alone causes rapid death; combined with hemorrhagic injuries (e.g., liver/aorta), synergistically lethal

4. puncture liver

grade iv liver laceration (ICD-10: S36.115A) + massive hemoperitoneum (IDC-10: R57.1)

exsanguination (spike transected hepatic parenchyma + portal vein → intra-abdominal hemorrhage

contribution to death : significant. combined with aortic/subclavian injuries, accelerates exsanguination.

5. puncture right kidney (upper)

renal artery rupture (ICD-10: S35.001A) + retroperitoneal hemorrhage (>1l blood loss).

exsanguination (rupture of the right renal artery → rapid blood loss → hypovolemic shock; coagulopathy + aki.

contribution to death : significant. combined with aortic/subclavian punctures, accelerates blood volume depletion.

6. puncture beneath left kidney (lower)

descending colon perforation (ICD-10: S36.50XA) + jejunal perforation (ICD-10: S36.40XA) + retroperitoneal hemorrhage (ICD-10: S35.89XA)

aortic rupture typically causes immediate exsanguination; below-kidney trajectory more likely involves para-aortic vessels.

contribution to death : primary cause. aortic rupture is unsurvivable without immediate surgical repair. colonic/small bowel injuries would contribute to mortality only if survival occurred (sepsis). retroperitoneal hemorrhage amplifies circulatory collapse

7. puncture right elbow

brachial artery transection (ICD-10: S55.001A) + compartment syndrome risk (postmortem irrelevant).=

brachial artery injury causes severe blood loss (~1L/10 mins) but not instantly lethal

contribution to death : non-fatal in isolation but indicative of defensive posturing (e.g., bracing during fall)

8. puncture right palm

superficial palmar arch injury (ICD-10: S65.201A)

superficial palmar injury causes minor blood loss (~100-200 mL total)

contribution to death : negligible; fatal injuries (aortic rupture, liver laceration) caused death before palm hemorrhage became significant. indicates defensive action (e.g., gripping spikes during fall)

9. puncture left inner elbow

brachial artery laceration (ICD-10: S55.101A) + median nerve contusion (ICD-10: S54.30XA)

hematoma, potential nerve dysfunction (non-fatal), brachial artery injury causes moderate blood loss (~1L/10 minutes), insufficient for immediate death

contribution to death : non-fatal alone, insignificant contributor; minor contributor to overall hypovolemic shock in conjunction with lethal injuries

10. puncture left palm (near knuckles)

metacarpal fracture with flexor tendon laceration (ICD-10: S61.442A)

tendon laceration (non-fatal), minor blood loss; no critical vessels/nerves severed

contribution to death : non-fatal alone, insignificant contributor; fatal injuries (aortic rupture, liver laceration) caused death before palm injury exacerbated blood loss

11. puncture right outer thigh (upper)

femoral artery rupture (ICD-10: S75.001A)

femoral artery injury causes severe blood loss, survivable with immediate intervention

contribution to death : non-fatal alone; moderate contributor to hypovolemic shock in conjunction with lethal injuries

12. puncture left inner mid-thigh

great saphenous vein laceration (ICD-10: S85.301A) + saphenous nerve contusion (ICD-10: S84.20XA)

GSV rupture → moderate blood loss. GSV injury clinically irrelevant; fatal hemorrhagic shock occurred within <1 minute from aortic/abdominal injuries.

contribution to death : non-fatal and a negligible contributor to death. primary cause remains hemorrhagic shock from aortic rupture/abdominal injuries.

13. puncture right knee (below patella)

open knee joint injury with traumatic arthrotomy (ICD-10: S81.051A).

joint capsule breach causes septic arthritis/osteomyelitis risk but no acute lethality. limb ischemia (non-fatal in acute phase).

contribution to death : minor; fatal injuries (aortic rupture, liver laceration) caused death before knee complications developed.

14. puncture left inner knee

open knee joint injury with traumatic arthrotomy (ICD-10: S81.051A).

joint capsule breach causes septic arthritis/osteomyelitis risk but no acute lethality. limb ischemia (non-fatal in acute phase).

contribution to death : minor; fatal injuries (aortic rupture, liver laceration) caused death before knee complications developed.

15. puncture left foot (beneath toe joints)

metatarsal region puncture wound (ICD-10: S91.342A)

minor blood loss (~50-100 mL); no critical vessels/nerves severed

contribution to death : non-fatal alone; insignificant contributor to death. fatal injuries (aortic rupture, liver laceration) caused death before foot injury exacerbated blood loss.

16. laceration right foot sole

plantar laceration with foreign body retention (ICD-10: S91.331A)

minor blood loss (~50-100 mL); no critical vessels/nerves severed, foot wound contributed <1% to total blood loss.

contribution to death : negligible; fatal injuries (aortic rupture, liver laceration) caused death before foot wound exacerbated blood loss.

hand twitch is a normal post-mortem activity. would not suggest that mari was alive at time of butchering; rather involuntary body function.

[jasonsthighholsters]

I am suffering from a horrendous case of too-many-WIPs paralysis

and feel I need help narrowing down what I should work on right now. Synopses for each are below the poll, and any opinions or encouragement would be so, so appreciated

Portrait of a Lady On Fire AU

is really historical fantasy inspired by the movie, because womanhood, gender roles, and oppression are so central to the actual story. Kyle, an accomplished painter and teacher, is commissioned by aristocrat Bruce Wayne to paint a portrait of his son, Jay. When Kyle arrives at the Wayne’s estate, it is revealed to him that Jay has refused to sit for portraits with numerous other painters out of protest of his arranged engagement. Kyle must pose as a companion for Jay, while painting the portrait intended for his fiancé in secret. This arrangement is complicated when Kyle and Jay begin to develop affection for each other.

The Jason-centric Music Character Study

explores the idea of Jason as a musician and a performer, primarily through the headcanon of Talia teaching a catatonic Jason to play the piano by placing her hands over his on a keyboard as an attempt to get a non-fighting reaction out of him while he was with the League. Then, Talia asks him if he remembers this while they’re meeting during Jason’s world tour of Talia stalling him with teachers, and Talia suggests he should attempt to play again, as a way to improve hand coordination or something. This fic will also include allusions/flashbacks to theater kid Jason Todd and the idea that he participated in school theatre before his death, because that headcanon is very dear to me.

The Autopsy Scar Fic

is a much darker Jason Todd & Dick Grayson emotional hurt/comfort fic exploring the idea of Jason having a Y-incision scar because he harmed himself in that pattern. Canon is deeply inconsistent about the autopsy scar. We know from Jason talking to Artemis in Red Hood: Outlaw #50 that the Lazarus Pit removed all of Jason's scars, not to mention that it is unlikely Jason actually had an autopsy, despite having a death certificate. Yet, Jason is occasionally drawn with the scar, and its existence remains a popular headcanon and discussion. This WIP is Jason and Dick having this discussion from an in-universe perspective, answering with the headcanon that Jason harmed himself by giving himself a Y-incision, and was healed quickly by an increased healing factor from the Lazarus Pit.

Social Media Pride-and-Prejudice Crack Fic

is an abomination that came to me in a dream. Jason and Kyle's rivalry, post-Countdown, makes it to Twitter, where their bickering garners significant attention from civilians and heroes, picking up on the palpable homoerotic undertones (because no, Jason, telling Kyle that "it is unfortunate his face is so pretty that no one has ever decked him in it" is not really an insult.) Jason's affinity for Austen is revealed to the public through their tweets at each other. This, by some catastrophic series of events, prompts some denizen of the internet to write "HoodLantern Pride and Prejudice fanfiction," in which the Bats are the Bennets, with Batman as Mrs. Bennet. Jason, in a sage decision, reads it and decides to tell Twitter that, if they WERE in a Pride and Prejudice fanfiction, Kyle should so obviously be Lizzie, and he would be Mr. Darcy. This was apparently the wrong response, and mocking ensues.

5+1 Complaining Fic

Five times Jason or Kyle complain about the other to Donna, and one time they can't bring themselves to complain. This fic features crime-solving, Broadway soundtracks, and the kind of manga that is plastic-wrapped in the store.

5+1 Flirting Fic

Five times someone flirts with Kyle (or worse, and more likely, Kyle is flirting with someone else), and one time someone flirts with Jason. This fic features cannolis, handsome purple aliens, and one Donna Troy, who deserves a long, sunny vacation away from deeply jealous, pining heroes.

[catenary-chad]

Interesting ideas for a non-rep Electra in a slightly earlier setting (50s-70s): The New Haven EP-5

Popular as a toy for its fabulous livery and new and innovative in the 1950s, but infamous for catching fire and not being very reliable (possible due to poor maintenance). They also fit AC/DC well because they were an earlier example of an electric loco that could change AC power to DC for its motors (and could run off both overhead AC power or third rail DC, which was common in the region). They actually had a fairly sad irl story, they’re a very visible symbol of the failure of the New Haven, having limited use due to de-electrification and neglect, and a short lifespan by electric standards (20ish years but much of it in storage). The New Haven is one of the more extreme examples of what factors led to de-electrification and the problems US railroads had at the time in general (short sighted business decisions, highway built parallel to their mainline, antiquated regulations making passenger rail a money pit, massively deferred maintenance). So there’s a lot of darker character potential there despite having a number of the same surface-level traits as replica presents. Bright and seemingly futuristic, even had a brief cameo in a major movie (The Man in the Grey Flannel Suit), but troubled and a symbol of how electric traction was anything but inevitable and is actually very vulnerable to political/economic threats.

As a funny aside, the Lionel model had actual functioning pantographs if you were crazy enough to make a tiny catenary system for it. A lot of models also had horn sounds despite the actual engines infamously having air whistles!

[monstergirlstink]

Tributes cum stained panties at your altar.

Oh great Monster girl of stink please enlighten me.

Would you rather be crushed between two musky asses for 5 minutes or be stuck between two musky pits on a 1 hour car ride

Oh hey thanks

Takes the panties, gives them a deep huff, then starts casually jerking off with them while continuing,

Alright so that's a toughie, I mean obviously the idea of being crushed just under one butt is really enticing but the idea of getting sandwiched between two fat steaming asses? Lord. On my knees, each of them holding a leash attached to the same collar. Especially if both doms are really getting into it, pushing back and forth on you, taking turns grinding your face deep into their crack. Wet ass musk so dense it feels like you're drowning. Bliss.

Meanwhile the idea of two people on either side of me, crushing me between their presumed bulk while wrapping their arms around my shoulders and wafting their pit funk directly in my face? I wouldn't be able to control myself. I'd be dipping in and out of each sopping wet underarm like a pig at a trough, taking greedy snorts of pit stink directly into my brain until one of them decides to punish me by pulling me into a pit-lock until I nearly pass out.

What really is the deciding factor for me is the duration. 5 minutes in heaven is a lot, but when you're drunk on stink it'll go by before I could even choke out a nut. Meanwhile if you're locking me in a pit hotbox for an hour I wouldn't even need to touch myself, I'd be busting by the 30 minute mark just from how hard I'm rubbing my legs together in whiny excitement. Plus I always road trips, so i'm giving it to Pit Stink Car.

Grunts, gruffly yet softly, and spews a load into the already befouled panties.

You can have these back by the way. I'm all done.

Makes a big show of drawing back and spitting into the wadded up panties before hurling them overhand directly into your face with a wet SPLAT.

Stay nasty! And put those on before you go. That's an order.