#for some reason i think about these kinds of things a lot

[traegorn]

So there's a post going around complaining about American Imperialism and Pride, blaming queer Americans for other countries doing Pride stuff in June.

And I've chosen not to reblog it for a lot of reasons.

First off, it's blaming American Queer people for making Pride "international." This ignores the history of the movement. The whole reason it's called "Pride" comes from the people who were celebrating the anniversary of Stonewall. The reason this term (and the June date in some places) was adopted in other cities in the US, let alone countries, was as a show of solidarity as a movement. This was a choice made by marginalized people in those other places, and not an act of "imperialism." While this was starting, we were fighting to have any kind of "Pride" events in the US to begin with.

The OP says that they're in aotearoa, and claims their pride should be in July, not June, because they earned their rights. They acknowledge that the official pride months in New Zealand (which differ by state) are in February and March -- but it misses the god damn point.

Pride isn't about having won anything. No one won any rights at Stonewall, nor was any historic legislation passed that day.

It was a god damned riot.

Pride is about the fight. It's about the day we decided to fight back.

Pride is about celebrating our ability to fight for our own existence.

If you don't want to celebrate it in June? Fine. I genuinely don't care when you choose to celebrate the fight -- I just care that you're fighting and I'm happy to stand alongside you. If you think people need to learn more about queer history in your country too? Awesome. I'd love to learn it. Share some resources or try teaching us.

But this weird attitude that it's somehow American Queer people's fault that your own community decided to adopt the anniversary of a riot in the US is just insane to me. They chose it to show solidarity, because when we fight for us, we're fighting for you too and vice versa. Especially in a year when American Queer people are fighting for their lives more than they've had to for a long time with the attacks on the Trans community, it feels pretty fucked up to equate those getting stepped on by the boot with the boot itself.

And maybe that poster is just young and hasn't thought about it. Maybe they're just frustrated that their nation's own queer history isn't more widely known. But this is also the exact kind of thing that gets fed into communities like this one in an attempt to divide it.

Don't fucking fall for it.

[soup-mother]

ok knuckle fuckers, I've seen some concerning tankie bullshit recently and I can't stay silent any longer, you should NOT support the IRA also known as the I/r/i/s/h R/e/p/u/b/l/i/c/a/n A/r/m/y as they've done lots of problematic things

1. Anti English Sentiment: Ok so first of all Supernatural and Doctor Who are from England, so if you hate England then every superwholock hates you. second of all there's Irish people in england and Irish people are an opressed minority so basically they hate minorities??? NOT cool!

2. Religious Intolerance/Bigotry:

They hate protestants for some reason and a lot of protestants in England are Anglican. Wikipedia says they let women be priests sometimes and my dad is Anglican and he has gay friends, so sounds pretty homophobic to me. second of all Wicca is a native religion to England and they could be targeting wiccans!

3. Possibly pro-ship:

I heard something about them having something to do with ships? I'm not entirely sure. but anyway it sounds pretty suspicious if you ask me👀

4.

They're literally freaking Republicans???

WHY is no one talking about this??? I mean how could you support people who voted for Mitt Romney?! what did Obama ever do to you?

ok that's all tumblypoos. I think I saw someone some other stuff too but I don't remember. make sure to spread this like wildfire so you don't accidentally support this kind of thing.

[saffronique]

I've seen this take a lot over the years and while its absolutely true, and I recognize this post likely isn't meant to be very deep or serious, I think it presents a good opportunity discuss how the fandom engages with disability representation in warriors. This isn't directed at OP, its more just that this post feels like a good segway into something thats been on my mind for a long time.

So, I think the fandom often discusses the portrayal of physical disability in warriors in terms of "this injury would not effect a cat this way in real life" when that is not the heart of the issue, at least from my perspective. Warrior cats is rife with inaccuracy regarding cat behavior and physical ability. While we all poke fun at these inaccuracies and it has lead to some interesting AUs making things more (or less) realistic, I do not think that we actually expect Warrior cats to play by the rules of the real world.

The series has given us characters that we are meant to understand cannot engage in regular warrior duties. Whether or not their particular disability would actually effect them this way in real life is, imo, a seperate discussion from their treatment by the narrative. That is to say, whether the reasoning the series gives for a character's physical limitations is actually sound or not, their treatment within the bounds of the narrative should be the focus in discussions about disability in Warriors. For example, does the series provide other options for inclusion in and contribution to the Clan community for disabled characters? Does the narrative make a clear effort to push back against the perspective that physically disabled cats are "useless" to their Clan, or does it allow it to go mostly unchallenged? Does the narrative allow disabled characters to set their own boundaries, or are boundaries imposed by outside forces? Are disabled characters shown prioritizing their own comfort and safety in a positive manner, or does the narrative constantly push these characters to "overcome" their disabilities at the expense of these things in order to "prove themselves"? I think that the answers to these kinds of questions center the real issue with the way disability is handled in warriors, which is the ableism, not the level of realism.

These perspectives are certainly not mutually exclusive, but I've noticed that when the actual physical capabilities of disabled cats are brought up, the discussion becomes one of whether or not a disabled cat could actually survive long term in the wild, which I feel is a very seperate issue from whether or not a disabled cat is treated with respect by the narrative.

Again, I dont mean to imply that OP hasn't considered these things as well, I've just noticed that conversations around disability in Warriors has a tendency to morph from "this series in which the cats are basically people treats its disabled characters like crap" into "this is/isn't an accurate portrayal of physical disability in a cat" regardless of where the discussion starts or the intention behind it.

disabled cats in warriors: i am...useless...I can never be a warrior...I am a burden to my clan...at least in starclan I will run again...

disabled cats in real life:

[hbosscreations]

I Met Human Teeth Guy Again, And Yes, He’s Still Mad That I Had To Call The Cops On Him.

This is 100% real and happened today, June 13th, 2025.

Long story long, I work at a printing and shipping company in a small town, and I run deliveries. I’m dropping off a box of envelopes we’ve printed and tell the guy he needs to sign the invoice. I’m jovial, he’s smiling, and he looks me dead in the eye.

“Do you recognize me?”

Uh…I’ve lived here a LONG time. I know a LOT of people.

I run down the list of people in my head he could be. Cashier? I haven’t been in a store since curbside became a thing. He looks vaguely like the guy who came to Evil Dead rehearsals drunk before the pandemic, but that’s not saying a lot. Probably a person I’ve done a project for at work.

He had a tight smile on his face and his fists were clenched as he offered the invoice back to me, so I assumed I’d had to give him bad news about a package at some point or I’d worked on a funeral poster for him.

“You look vaguely familiar,” I offered, “But I’m not super great with faces.”

“You called the cops on me.”

Holy.

Shit.

“Ah, I see.”

The two clients he was seeing when I walked in looked between the two of us as I snatched the invoice from his hand.

“Have a nice day.”

I book it to my car, because as soon as he said that, I remembered exactly who he was.

Human Teeth Guy.

Rewind to a year or so ago, this guy comes into my work with a box he wants to ship. It’s all normal, our new girl is practicing shipping and helps him out, no problems.

Until a little later when the whole office smells like weed.

PUNGENT. NAUSEATING. IMPROPERLY DISGUISED.

We have signage stating that we can look through suspicious packages. We have a shpiel we go through every time we take in a box.

“Does this contain alcohol, tobacco, firearms, illegal substances, exotic pets, small children, human remains, cash, or gift cards?”

We ask these things for a reason. Some things require special packing, some things you have to have a special license to send. Cash and gift cards aren’t  insurable, so if they get stolen, there’s nothing we can do and I like to let people know.

Marijuana cannot be shipped through USPS. Some people think it’s fine because it’s legal in a lot of places now, but it’s not legal to ship through the post office.

So, I get myself in full view of the security camera and I pop the box to make sure that it’s not just a box that had weed in it at one point. There’s a bunch of random stuff, a shirt, some rolling papers, and a Sour Cream and Onion Pringles can with scotch tape on the lid.

Look, I hate this kind of thing. If you’re going to ship drugs, don’t ship them in something obvious. Peanut butter was classic for a reason.

I pull the tape off, because I have to lay eyes on it, and out plops into my hand a plastic bag filled with nugs…

And a bunch of human teeth.

At first, I thought they were just some weird rocks, I’ve shipped weirder stuff, but the bloodstained roots quickly corrected me.

So, look, I didn’t know what the legality was for shipping teeth at the time. All I knew what that I had a Pringles can FILLED with weed, pillow stuffing, and HUMAN TEETH.

I stopped my search at that point. I wasn’t going to mess with that. We have a pretty robust drug trade in our town, the boss’s rule is that if you find something that you’re not allowed to handle, you call the police to facilitate.

I’m not a fan of getting cops involved, when people try to ship things they’re not allowed to, I typically call them and have them come get their stuff. They’re not usually happy, but they’re happier than if I call the police.

Well, guess who gave us a fake number?

So, I call. I report the human teeth, the drugs, and the other paraphernalia, and I ask if they can deal with it because I certainly don’t want to. They say they’ll send an officer over to pick up the package.

A week passes. No cops. I’ve called twice since then. The place stinks and I have nowhere to put it that won’t spread.

I call again, I say I’ve had it a week, I’m unhappy, send someone to get the box.

“Okay, we have someone on the way.”

Great. I’ll believe it when I see it.

Minutes later, who comes in, scratching himself raw and baring his teeth at my poor girl at the counter, but human teeth guy?

God hates me.

He’s livid. His box was supposed to be there already. Why hasn’t it gotten there? Did we steal it? Did we steal his drugs?

She’s in tears, he sees his box on the holding shelf and starts having a fit.

Why do we still have it?! What the fuck is wrong with us?!

So, since I get to be the one who throws their weight around here, I send her to go calm down and explain.

No, we didn’t send it because it reeked and it was illegal to ship. No, we can’t give you back the package, the police have already been called, no I can’t let you behind the counter to just take it.

The girl who went to the back has called the non-emergency line again to tell them that Human Teeth Guy is here and he’s angry.

The cop is there in two minutes.

Human Teeth Guy is escorted out of the building, snarling and screaming that we have to give him back his stuff.

Cop talks to him outside.

Cop comes back inside.

“You called us about drugs?”

“I called because we can’t legally dispose of his drugs and I couldn’t get ahold of him, but also because there are teeth in the Pringles can.”

“Teeth?”

Cop looks at the teeth.

“Yep, those are human teeth alright.”

Human Teeth Guy didn’t look like he was missing any teeth and these didn’t look or feel fake.

“So…what do you want to do here?”

“I don’t want to cause problems, he didn’t do anything to make me want to press charges of any kind, but he made my employee feel unsafe.”

“Got it. I’ll tell him he’s not allowed back and if he does come back, charges will be pressed.”

I hand the box with all of its contents to the officer.

“Good luck to you.”

Cop leaves. We watch Human Teeth Guy walk away from the building. Cop comes back inside, looking vaguely uncomfortable.

“He doesn’t know where he got the teeth from.”

“What?”

“He says he doesn’t know where the teeth are from.”

Cop looks at me.

I look at him.

“If you see him around here, call us, okay?”

And that was the end, or so I thought.

It would hardly be worth commenting on this at all, we have seen a lot of WILD shit come through here, if it weren’t for where I saw him today.

Friends, tumblrs, countryfolks.

HE WORKS AT THE LOCAL FUNERAL HOME.

I guess I know where the teeth came from now.

But I have SO MANY MORE QUESTIONS.

And yeah, he’s still mad at me, which is exciting.

[fandaniel]

[redacted] is a shard of hermes soul - a silly theory post by a guy who thinks too much about the fandaniel soup

warning: 7.2 spoilers and a bunch of reaching. this is mostly me gathering things to put together a full image to why i think this is the case. disorganized a bit??? sorry

before getting too deep into things, one thing that made me curious before the patches of dawntrail is the theme of death and grief and how we handle these things. even in the first half of the story, we learn cultural beliefs about dying and rebirth and what that means to others before we step into solution nine and living memory. secondly, possibly due to simply building media hype, yoshi-p had implied some relation to the convocation in dawntrail.

on the second half of dawntrail i had ended up as someone with a lot of interest in allag to see there was still allagan references all over the story despite there being no real reason to keep bringing them up in msq. the story, aside from possible side content, should be done after the death of fandaniel.

and there is a lot of things that really invoke elpis and allag mentality to me with how souls are 'used'.

i, for one, do not think it is as simple as throw away lines or imagery to invoke allag. plus theres these which i really didnt know where to put. it. from dawntrail.

how things are done in terms of memory wiping in alexandria/solution nine at this point haunted me from one line fandaniel says.

it would be completely in character for him to not want any one to remember the past, for how it haunts him.

story parallels from emperor xande and queen sphene and how amon and calyx both brought back a dead ruler to give their people some kind of hope.

now to the actual meat and potatoes of this post, directly comparing calyx to hermes/amon/fandaniel. firstly, starting with the patch name itself.

the idea that a shard of hermes is seeking somehow to by past death is not very surprising to me since it seems a way amon had tried to cheat around death for him and his people is cloning.

there is a thread here i think when it comes to discomfort in both to truly die, but if calyx can stop death, then there will never be decay in humanity.

this patch as well, we got old allagan gear for rewards for the fucked up lab dungeon.

aside, how the fake sphene behaves when calyx is controlling her reminds me heavily of how fandaniel acts in asahi's body. even when showing previews of 7.2. yoshi-p mentions how fake sphene's smile reminds him of asahi's face.

how a coworker of amon talks about him reminded me of calyx's line here.

this line reeeeally got me here. hermes thing the whole time was asking questions about death and living. and remember!

[knm4fvs]

Diasomnia’s love language!

Headcanons of what would be the Diasomnia boys’ love language.

warnings: maybe OOC?, there might be spelling and/or grammar mistakes!

a/n: this has been in my drafts for quite a while… Sorry(? I kinda hesitated and didn’t know if it was good enough to post it 😅. Hope you liked it!

Malleus Draconia

— definitely, his main love language would be quality time.

Malleus, as the dragon he is, he’s suffered a lot of loneliness throughout his life. Now that he found his special someone that didn’t run away from him the first second he was looked at and even got to share his love with he feels like he can’t waste this opportunity. He will most likely want to spend as much time with you as he can! He’ll think of you during any activity he will want to do with you, and will probably sulk if you don’t pay him the amount of attention he wants…

— gift giving.

I see him as the kind of guy who’d give you lots of simple but valuable and romantic, cliché gifts like flower bouquets, chocolates or leave some notes on your nightstand whenever you sleep with him and he’s already left when you wake up. After all, as the prince he is, he will love to spoil you as much as he can! Anything you want? Just name it!

Lilia Vanrouge

— i feel like his love language would be gift giving for some reason.

Lilia, as the old man he is and how much he enjoys traveling would definitely be the type to buy you a lot of stuff during his trips and come back to you with lots of bags full of souvenirs from the places he had visited. He’d love watching your reaction as you open them!

— maybe acts of service as well.

He would love to do stuff for you and help you out at anything, and will most likely want to cook for you! He somewhat loves the reactions you make whenever you take the first bite of his cooking, even if you grimace of how bad it tastes but you still try to smile to not hurt his feelings.

Silver

— i feel like he would be the type whose love language is definitely acts of service.

Silver is definitely the sweetest boy you will have ever met. Any time you complain about a task he’ll be there to help you with it and will most likely end up doing it for you. Anything you can think of, you name it. Even if you didn’t even ask him anything, even if you keep telling him he doesn’t have to do it. He’s a total gentleman, always prioritizing your needs over him!

Sebek Zigvolt

— definitely words of affirmation.

Since you entered his life he felt like he had someone else he had to praise apart from Malleus. He would definitely tell you how great you were at anything, even the smallest things. For him, you’re the greatest person in the world (apart from Malleus), and he just needs to tell you to let you know!

— also, acts of service.

He might overthink everything a lot and even if it’s something you don’t need he will do it for you. Though it’s still sweet of him since most of the times he does things you don’t even need or mentioned.

[queen-of-gotham]

💬Yap Sessions, part 2💬

(Rex Sloan x reader)

✨find part one here✨

Word Count: 882

Synopsis: part one was pre-lobotomy, this is post lobotomy. Rex is groveling.

Author’s Note: Shout out to @sobbingscripter for giving me the original idea!

and to whoever reblogged part one with the tag ‘I just know post lobotomy Rex would grovel’ - it’s been living rent free in my head since you said it.

Also I plan on writing more for the invincible series but especially Rex (I love this man) if you’re interested in being on a Taglist for him or the series in general- please comment and let me know! ❤️

“Rex?” You’re looking at him confused. You had heard, of course— about the lobotomy he had gotten from that Lizard League person; Eve had been kind enough to call and tell you about it, but since you didn’t have clearance and you weren’t family, you hadn’t gotten to actually go see the asshole.

He stood at your apartment door, a big bouquet of your favorite flowers mixed in, looking almost sheepish as he looked away from your face, heat rising to his cheeks.

“What—why—“ you couldn’t formulate a question for the amount of thoughts you had. What you needed was to touch him and know that he’s really real. Alive. Okay.

“Look, I know I—“ he starts to speak, but he’s taken back by how you so quickly move to wrap your arms around his waist and hug him, disregarding the flowers completely. “Uh.”

“You’re okay.” You say softly, relieved, breathing him in. He was wearing a cologne you had gifted him for one occasion or another that you were certain that he had lost between moves from the teen team to the Guardians HQ.

His strong arm wraps around your shoulders, his lips finding temple to press a soft kiss to the skin. “I am.”

It takes you a moment, but you pull back before smacking him hard in his chest, again catching him off guard.

“Hey! What the hell!?”

“Don’t scare me like that again, dipshit!” You tell before sighing, taking a step back and smiling softly, nodding into your apartment now that you’ve gotten the bit of rage out of your system. “C’mon, we have some catching up to do.”

-

You two yap and talk. You tell him about Cletus’ retirement and how the newer baristas are doing, and who you caught fucking in the supply closet. He tells you everything that happened with the Lizard League and how boring things had been in the hospital. He tells you about the visits he’d gotten from Mark and Eve, and how the latter had gotten him some home decor magazines before ranting about the latest trend in woven cabinet fronts.

You can’t help but watch him as he talks, something seems different in a way you can’t exactly place. You look to the flowers he brought, now sitting pretty in a vase on your kitchen table, and then back to him. His green-eyed gaze finds yours, that weird, shy smile gracing his lips again.

“Look— I had time to do a lot of thinking while I was in the hospital, and I want—“

“Rex, it’s okay.” You interject, and he huffs, shaking his head.

“No, don’t let me out of this. Listen.” He says, almost demanding as he scoots closer to you on the couch, wrapping his hand around yours, and you nod, letting him finish. “I was… an asshole. To you, to Eve, to Kate— I mean, I don’t really know why any of you still talk to me, but especially you.”

His thumb runs over the back of your hand as he takes a moment to gather more thoughts because while the man was great at talking, sharing his emotions was different. He kept his real feelings close to his chest, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him this unguarded. Even when he shared pieces of his past, he kept up a wall.

“You have no reason to keep me around. To let me continually be here and talk your ear off about all this stupid shit that happens in my life, I mean, the others they’re coworkers… but you? I couldn’t have blamed you if you kicked my ass to the curb and never talked to me again.”

He keeps rambling on for a bit, rushing his words like he’s on a time limit to get it all out of his mouth.

“I know, I know I don’t deserve it, but please. Please. Just give me another chance. I swear on every fiber of my being that I’ll do better. Be better. I’ll be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had. Okay? I love you, please let me just—“

“You love me?” You ask, swallowing hard at his admission, surprised etched into every feature on your pretty face and his flushes, swallowing hard and nodding in agreement.

“I do, and there’s nothing more that I want now than to prove that to you.” He says, his words profound and deep-seated as he drops your hand, his raising up to hold your cheek as he gazes deep down into his eyes. “Please, y/n. Say yes. Give me another chance.”

Your breath catches as you lean into his touch, your eyes on his as he leans in a bit, his breath grazing across your lips as he waits for your answer.

“Yeah, okay.”

He looks surprised, that bright grin that reaches his eyes and he double checks, “yeah?”

“Yeah.” You agree once more, and before you can even think, his lips are on yours, kissing you like he has to make up for every missed moment and every fuck up he’s ever had with you.

Rex isn’t the smartest man, but after his brush of death and coming to terms with his feelings, he knows he’s never going to let you slip through his fingers again.

🦇back to the batcave🦇

🪐Invincible Masterlist🪐

[bearforcecaptions]

It started with a dumb wish. Not even a real wish — more like an irritated thought muttered into a cup of late-night ramen while I stood barefoot in the kitchen, trying to ignore my roommate’s latest rant about being single.

Kyle had been in a mood all week. Something about all his friends being coupled up, his Grindr dates flaking, and how “love just isn’t built for guys like me.” And I, being the caring, patient friend that I am, had finally snapped with, “God, I hope you find someone already. Maybe then you’ll shut up for five minutes.”

Yeah. That’s what I said. And I meant it with all the sincerity of someone yelling at a toaster.

Apparently, that was enough.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of a deep laugh in the kitchen. Not Kyle’s — Jonah’s. My brother. My straight brother. Or so I thought.

I walked out, groggy, rubbing my eyes, and there they were. Kyle and Jonah. Shirtless. Cooking breakfast together. Jonah standing behind him, arms wrapped around Kyle’s thick middle, whispering something that made Kyle blush, and for some reason they were both barefoot and there were two coffee mugs with little cartoon bears on them on the counter.

I think I just blinked and walked back to my room.

Took me two whole weeks to realize this wasn’t a fling. They weren’t new. They’d been together for years. Years. I didn’t figure that out because anyone told me — oh no. It was little things. Their shared Spotify playlists labeled “Our Hikes <3.” The matching bear paw tattoos I spotted when they were horsing around in the living room. The blanket with their faces photoshopped onto two grinning cartoon lumberjacks that I found in the dryer.

The kicker? A Facebook post from four years ago that read: “Happy 1-year anniversary to the best damn man I’ve ever met. Here’s to many more, cub.” From Kyle. To Jonah. Liked by 176 people. Commented on by my mom with a heart emoji.

That was the moment I realized I was well and truly in a different reality.

And they are so in love. Loudly, shamelessly, constantly in love. It’s like living in a Hallmark movie directed by a bear bar owner. I’m not even sure they realize I’m in the room half the time. Or maybe they just don’t care.

I mean, look at them right now — no, really, look at them. They’re sprawled across our couch in the den, deep into one of their marathon make-out sessions. Kyle’s got his hand halfway under Jonah’s gut, and Jonah’s purring like some kind of fuzzy furnace. The TV’s on, but neither of them’s watching it. I am, though. Or trying to. Can’t exactly focus on Planet Earth with the grizzly bears mating next to me.

That’s my brother. That’s my roommate. I’m just the guy trapped between their chests, metaphorically speaking, screaming into a throw pillow.

They don’t just stop at cuddling on the couch, either. Oh no. They’re domestically obscene. I’ve walked in on bubble baths, shirtless apron cooking, a full-on bear massage chain on the back porch, and one time — one time — I came home to find them napping belly-to-belly on the living room rug with “Whale Sounds for Deep Lovers” playing on loop. There was incense. There were candles.

Every time I so much as sigh in their direction, they glance over like I’m the one being weird. Sorry, am I interrupting the pre-hibernation cuddle ritual? Should I come back in spring?

But here's the messed-up part: I can’t even leave. The rent’s too good. The house is big — three bedrooms, a finished basement, fenced yard, walking distance to everything. We split the bills three ways. Kyle and I had a great deal before the universe decided to rearrange my personal life like a Sims cheat code, and Jonah moved in after “their anniversary trip to Portland” (ugh), and now it’s just… this.

Also, he’s my brother. Jonah may be a hairy, handsy, loud-as-hell bear of a boyfriend now, but he’s still family. He still makes killer chili. Still beats me at Mario Kart and talks me down when I spiral. We’ve been through a lot. I can’t just walk away from that. Even if he now insists on calling Kyle “Cubby” in the mornings and I have to hear that term of endearment while brushing my teeth.

So I sit. I stew. I eat my microwaved mac and cheese while my brother and his boyfriend — my former roommate — turn the living room into a PG-13 nature documentary. I go to bed with headphones on. I’ve stopped using the shared laundry machine during the weekends because I kept pulling out towels that smelled like sandalwood and testosterone.

Sometimes I catch myself wishing it could go back to the way it was. Simple. Predictable. Quiet.

But then I look over and see them sharing a blanket, giggling over some dumb in-joke, Kyle planting a kiss on Jonah’s cheek like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I see the way Jonah glows when Kyle pulls him in for a hug. The way Kyle watches Jonah like he hung the stars.

They’re loud. They’re weird. They’re half-naked 80% of the time. But… they’re happy.

At least they’re happy.

[tonirollie]

im actually gonna lose hope that vivziepop will have a downfall

viv has done so much fucked up things and i feel like no matter how much controvorsy she gets into, her cult fandom is gonna defend her no matter what. thanks a million to people like ayyylmao :/

its actually so scary to me that viv's fanbase is mostly made up of kids. clearly her young fans need therapy because i've seen some people say hazbin hotel/helluva boss is the reason they havent killed themself yet. thats so parasocial and being THAT attached to something is extremely unhealthy and these kids clearly need help. i've even seen young fans defend rapists. thats horrifying to me because why are they NORMALIZING this??? i get their young and clearly have no idea what their talking about but this makes me nervous because what if they grow up and STILL THINK this kind of stuff is normal?????

nobody's trying to "find a reason to hate viv" or "just wanna be mad" we're calling her out for shit that she DESERVES TO BE CALLED OUT FOR. im sure as hell there might be a few people that do wanna hate viv for no reason but thats not like 95% of us. vivziepop is a piece of shit who lacks accountability and will never adress the horrible shit her fandom has done (crashing a car into the office, bullying people into suicide over ships, harassing anybody with slightly different opinions, etc) because she KNOWS they will defend her out of horrible controvorsies. thats why i made this post saying im nervous she may never get held accountable.

but then when people DO shit on vivziepop, its for the wrong reasons. its always about hazbin & helluva being "cringe" or about that fucking bathtub snakes drawing, what about the fact her fandom bullied somebody into killing themself and she's staying dead fucking silent about it???? worry about things that actually fucking matter people :/

vivziepop's fandom is literally the melanie martinez and johnny depp fandom all over again. they do horrible things yet their 12 year old fandom will defend them no matter what because their parasocial as fuck.

sorry for the long post, this has been on my mind a lot recently.

[eyebawll]

⦻ JEFFREY WOODS ⦻

⦻ interp and headcanons⦻

art by unpanzito here on tumblr — warning for mentions of abuse, mental illness, SH, obsession, and overall dark topics.

Because of how important Jeff's original story was (and still is) to me as a child, I have many things from the original creator's "canon". While his original story is being fleshed out with my personal ideas, I've mocked up what else I worked out for him. This is pretty long, and some grammar might be messy since I've been working on this all night and morning, and some things might be a bit redundant because my brain slipped a lot, but I hope y'all like my interp!!

PSYCHOLOGY

From the outside point of view, he could be seen as "edgy" or the classic "insane and unhinged"—although there is a perfectly logical and psychological reason as to why.

This is where the term "joker reject" comes into play. But he isn't a copycat or "rip off" of anything. He was just a boy (now man) full of anguish and trauma. His mind is a sheer maelstrom of chaos and pain.

His memory, while useful on occasion, is often full of re-runs of his past, his kills, or straight up blacked out. This affects his daily life, but unfortunately, it's a way for his damaged brain to protect itself—even if there isn't anything to protect itself from.

He never saw a professional, but if he were to see one, he would be diagnosed with the following:

Pseudobulbar Affect (PBA), Schizoaffective Disorder, C-PTSD, Major Depressive Disorder (MDD), BPD, Erotomania, Depersonalization/Derealization Disorder, and possibly Antisocial Personality Disorder.

PBA is the condition is a neurological disorder causing uncontrollable outbursts of laughing or crying unrelated to actual emotions, much like Arthur Fleck from the 2019 Joker.

He laughs, and sometimes cries, at random periods of time. In the middle of conversations (good or bad), while mouthing off to somebody, or even when he's just on his own. It often contradicts his own emotions, which is the entire point of the condition. It is often caused by chronic illnesses, but also traumatic brain injury—which is similar to his case.

His conditions are influenced by years of abuse (neglect, verbal, psychological, physical) and the untreated aftermath of such abuse. His full backstory is not fully fleshed out in my Slenderverse, not yet, but it does heavily involve the original theme of his story—although with harsher tones.

His severe mental decline is what led to his classic appearance now. He doesn't care about his own personal hygiene or how he appears to others. It's likely that the reason for his self-mutilation was because of a manic or dissociative episode. He became an image of his self hatred and rage and has lived in it ever since. This also includes the bleach.

The pain from the knife mutilating his face was nothing compared to the emotional and psychological distress he suffered. The taste of his own blood, the sharpness of the blade, the burn from the bleach—it all gave him a thrill.

“They love me. They just don’t know how to say it yet. But I can help them.”

His erotomania is another condition formed by his severe trauma, a defense mechanism twisted into delusion. When real affection was absent—when his touches were met with flinching, his words ignored, and his presence treated like a stain—his mind began to fill in the blanks. He started mistaking glances for desire, kindness for intimacy, and silence for hidden longing. To him, love isn’t a mutual experience. It’s a story he tells himself to survive.

And when that fantasy is threatened—when the person doesn’t “play along”—he doesn’t understand. He thinks they’re being manipulated, or scared, or punished by the world for loving him. So he acts. Possessively. Violently.

He believes obsession is love. That hurting someone else for them proves his devotion. That keeping them close—even if they scream—is mercy. Because he remembers what it felt like to be alone. And he swore he’d never go back there.

He's fascinated by death. Not just as a killer, but as an observer. Will sit by a corpse and talk to it. Will ask questions.

He mocks or intimidates people just to feel in control, especially those who remind him of authority figures, or bullies.

He lives compulsively, even when he doesn’t need to. It’s a defense. A game.

Alexithymia traits. He struggles to identify his own emotions, often expressing them as rage or laughter instead.

Auditory hallucinations. Not just voices, but noises. Static, dripping, heartbeats, or echoing footsteps.

Visual hallucinations. Faces in the mirror, eyes in the dark. Possibly tied to guilt or past victims.

Time distortion. Doesn’t always register days passing; he gets “stuck” in loops, especially after kills.

Somatic flashbacks. Physical responses (like nausea, chest tightness) triggered by smells, words, certain lighting.

Delusions of grandeur. Believes he’s a “chosen” figure, a monster with a divine or mythical purpose.

Body dysmorphia. Terrible dysmorphia. Sees himself as monstrous even in normal moments. May think his face is still burning.

Paranoia. This is already obvious, but it can be its own section as well. Thinks he’s being watched or followed, even by allies. Hates mirrors partly because of this.

HABITS

Growing up, there were strict lines Jeff wasn’t allowed to cross—whether by fear, by rules, or by emotional suffocation. He was told what to wear, what to listen to, how to act, and what kind of boy he should be. He wasn’t allowed to feel angry, only quiet. Not to cry. Not to talk back. He obeyed, until he couldn’t anymore.

Now everything he wasn’t allowed to do has become part of him—an act of rebellion and freedom.

He smokes like his lungs don’t matter. Sometimes cigarettes, sometimes weed—anything that dulls the noise or turns it into a slow static. He never used to inhale properly. Now he lets it burn.

He drinks until it stings his teeth and settles in his stomach like acid. He likes the feeling of spinning—it reminds him of losing control without the violence. He is a hardcore alcoholic because of this.

He blasts music—abrasive, bass-heavy, industrial or screeching metal. It’s noise that mirrors his insides. The lyrics don’t always make sense, but the rage does.

He breaks things for fun—mirrors, phones, whatever’s close. The crashing sound is almost comforting.

He watches violent horror movies obsessively. Not because he enjoys the gore—but because it feels familiar. The silence before the screams. The tension. Okay, maybe a little bit of gore.

Even the clothes he wears—bloodstained, scorched, too tight or too big—are a rejection of the boy he used to be. He's a mess on purpose. No one tells him what to be anymore.

He self-harms in multiple ways; carving symbols, biting his fingers, digging nails into skin. His pain is his power source.

Starves or binges randomly. Food control as self-punishment or reward. Often forgets to eat at all. He may have an eating disorder.

Lets grime build up. Refuses to shower unless it’s for symbolic reasons. Greasy hair, dirty hands, sweat-soaked clothes.

Destroys mirrors. He can’t stand his reflection. They’re either broken or turned to face the wall.

They said he was too sensitive. Too dramatic. Too broken.

So he became all of it, Loud and disgusting. Impossible to ignore.

Graffiti and vandalism. Leaves behind messages, symbols, his own name. Wants to be remembered and feared.

Sleeps in random places. Rooftops, train stations, abandoned houses, closets. Never the same place twice or for too long.

Walks barefoot in unsafe places. Glass, concrete, mud. Pain equals reality and control.

Watches disturbing content. Autopsies, crime scene footage, true crime interviews.

Studies old medical books or anatomy charts for fun or for precision. He likes knowing what everything does… and how to ruin it.

Keeps items that meant something once; a burned-out lighter, a charm bracelet, a cracked CD player. He can’t let go, even if he forgets why.

Talks to people who aren’t there; past victims, old versions of himself, imaginary lovers.

Acts out scenes he wishes happened; arguments, apologies, fantasies of someone choosing him. Over and over until it’s “right.”

Makes himself bleed on purpose during full moons, storms, or birthdays, personal holidays. Dates that meant something.

Whispers “go to sleep” to himself when he wants to disappear—not from others, but from himself.

Keeps trophies from victims, jewelry, phones, bloody photos, torn clothing. Sometimes he talks to them.

Writes obsessively in old notebooks, walls, or on his skin. Sometimes poetry, sometimes nonsense. Sometimes he writes love letters never sent.

Keeps fingernails uneven on purpose. One hand jagged, the other trimmed. For scratching vs. control.

Picks at scabs and scars. Compulsive, self-soothing. Doesn’t care if they bleed.

Eats raw things. Sometimes uncooked meat, sometimes just out of lack of care. It’s about texture and instinct.

Talks to knives. Names them. Ascribes personalities. The one he used “the first time” is the only one he won't let anyone else touch.

Sleeps with music playing. Usually violent or distorted. Silence is terrifying. He needs noise to feel real.

Steals clothes from his victims. Wears them over his own, sometimes sleeps in them.

Has a favorite victim type. Not by appearance, but by emotional pattern: kind, lonely, easily flustered.

Draws childish or surreal things. Stick figures, spirals, things with too many teeth. Sometimes cute animals crossed out violently.

Carries around odd tokens. Buttons, a cracked watch, a piece of stained lace. He doesn’t know why anymore.

Talks about himself in third person when dissociating.

Smiles at corpses, tries to force their mouths into smiles too, sometimes.

Breaks his own fingers during panic attacks—has to snap something.

Scratches walls while walking, especially in tight spaces.

Doesn’t like being touched on the neck, will react instantly and violently.

Has a favorite knife and a backup. The backup is duller on purpose.

Breath-holding when stressed; He’ll unconsciously hold his breath for too long. Has passed out before.

Chronic insomnia. Sleeps in 2-3 hour bursts if at all. Wakes up mid-scream or mid-laughter.

Uses broken glass as tools. Doesn’t always rely on knives. Glass, rusted metal, and even his own nails are tools.

Hoarding behavior. Keeps random trash with sentimental weight. Broken headphones. Gum wrappers. A single shoelace.

Blood letting “calendars”. Scratches tally marks in the wall or on himself to count something. Sometimes doesn’t remember what.

Animal mimicry; Growls. Snarls. Clicks his teeth. Especially when cornered or overstimulated.

Echolalia. Repeats the last word or phrase others say, mockingly or mechanically, like a broken tape recorder.

Burn fetishes. Lights fire just to watch it, sometimes burns his fingertips to feel something.

Writes coded messages, in spirals, backwards writing, or made-up alphabets. Claims it’s just “something pretty.”

Scent-based memory; Smells like bleach, rust, cigarettes. Associates smells with people or events. Uses that to “track” feelings.

Talks to corpses like they’re roommates. May leave them posed, put things near them, even apologize to them before sleeping nearby.

Jeff is, in clinical terms, a mission-oriented disorganized serial killer with strong psychosis and delusional fixations. He doesn’t just snap—he builds. He stalks, imagines, crumbles, and strikes. His kills aren’t random, but the reason why he kills can shift depending on his mental state that day.

Stalking habits: He doesn’t stalk in a traditional way. He lurks. Observes. Sometimes from outside a window, sometimes for weeks. He might leave cryptic things behind—dead animals, broken belongings, a stolen shirt returned with cuts in it. To him, it’s flirting.

Rituals before killing: Might clean a knife obsessively, recite phrases, smear something on himself (blood, ash, paint). It's compulsive and grounding.

After kills: May fall into a depressive or manic state, laugh uncontrollably, or whisper apologies. May not remember the kill. May treat the body like it’s still alive.

Treats each kill like a “love letter”; Often leaves behind messages, drawings, or carefully posed bodies.

Places fingers over victims’ mouths before killing. “Shhh. Don’t ruin the moment.”

Has to be seen by the victim before killing. Needs their recognition. Their fear.

Will sometimes spare people who “remind him” of someone lost. Not out of mercy. More like confusion.

Will speak to the victim as if they’re already dead during stalking. “You don’t even know you’re gone yet.”

Seeks out intimate spaces. Bedrooms, bathrooms. Places people are vulnerable. It’s a form of control.

Triggers (Things that may drive him to violence)

Mockery. Being laughed at, especially about his voice, appearance, or mental health.

Perceived betrayal. Someone lying, ghosting, or “leaving” him in any way.

Authority or control. Someone trying to dominate him or talk down to him.

Romantic rejection. Especially if erotomania is involved. Even just brushing him off gently can snap the wire.

Touch without consent. Unexpected or forceful touch can bring flashbacks and instant violence.

Seeing someone cry because of him. It enrages him, but also deeply confuses him.

Being ignored mid-sentence. Makes him spiral. “Don’t pretend you didn’t hear me.”

Clean, well-lit rooms. Reminds him of hospitals or places where he was “fixed.” Hates them.

Hearing certain songs. Especially childhood ones. Will freeze or start panicking if one comes on.

People pretending not to be afraid. He knows when someone’s faking. He’ll punish them for it.

Voice + Speech Patterns

Raspy yet deep—possibly due to damage from bleach, smoke, and screaming.

His laugh cuts into conversations like a glitch—high-pitched, breathy, or gasping.

May talk to himself mid-conversation, like correcting his own thoughts.

Speaks in second-person sometimes ("You told me you'd stay...but you lied, didn’t you?")

Mumbles or hums under his breath when anxious.

When in a “killing state,” he becomes dramatic—mocking, sing-songy, calm in a way that should be comforting, but isn't. Other times he's just plain erratic and unpredictable.

Jumps timelines mid-sentence: “You said you wouldn’t—no. You’re not her. You’re not her but you’re wearing her eyes.”

Mixes reality and delusion seamlessly: “You looked at me the same way she did. You remember her, right? The woman in the red coat. You have to remember her.”

(There was no woman in a red coat. Or maybe there was.)

Sudden volume shifts—whispers a sentence, then yells a word, or vice versa. Completely unpredictable.

Rambles to himself when no one’s listening. Mostly muttered reflections, self-corrections, or dissociation-induced thoughts: “Don’t twitch. She twitched. That’s how I knew she was lying. Liars twitch.”

Repeats phrases until they lose meaning: “Go to sleep. Go to sleep. Go to sleep—” (tone changes from soothing to aggressive to frantic.)

Uses sickly-sweet tones while threatening: “Awww, don’t cry now. We were just starting to have fun.”

“You’ll be alright. Just pretend it’s love.”

Imitates other people mockingly–especially therapists, police, family: “’He just needs help.’ Yeah? Funny how they never helped, just shoved pills in my mouth and called me better.”

Laughs inappropriately mid-sentence or during emotional dialogue: “I didn’t mean to—heh—but you should’ve seen her face.”

Talks to his “love interests” like they’re already together even if they’re strangers: “You don’t need to talk. I know what you’re trying to say. I always do.”

Uses possessive pet names no matter how long he’s known the person: “Sweetheart,” “doll,” “my little angel,” “mine.”

Talks about love like a threat.

Talks in second or third person when distressed: “Jeff doesn’t like this.” / “You’re fine. You’re okay. You’re not even real right now.”

Shifts between sounding adult and sounding like a kid – sometimes mid-thought: “I said don’t touch me—!…sorry. Sorry. That just...reminded me.”

Counts under his breath when overstimulated or trying not to kill: “One, two, three, four…breathe. Breathe. Smile.”

He also has a number of repetitive phrases.

“Go to sleep.” (Of course.)

“Don’t flinch.” (Usually said to others. He hates flinching—it’s rejection.)

“Smile wider. No, wider.” (Sometimes said in the mirror. Or to victims.)

“She saw me. She saw me.”

“What was her name again?” (Said with disturbing fondness. Probably about someone he probably killed.)

Hiccuping or stammering under stress, especially when confronted with authority or a love interest.

Misuses idioms or metaphors. Says them wrong and gets angry when corrected: “Curiosity didn’t kill the cat. I did.”

Deliberate misnaming. Calls people by the wrong name or a nickname to confuse or belittle them.

“Triggered scripts”: Has memorized lines he repeats during certain emotional states, as if reading from a script.

Shifts into childish speech under high stress. Uses baby talk or whiny tones that abruptly cut back into his normal voice.

Refers to his knife as “his voice”: “She talks louder than I ever could.” Might even say it “sings.”

Repetition of traumatic phrases: “Why’d you make me do it?” or “Am I still beautiful, mommy?" Common during breakdowns.

THE SLENDERMANSION

Jeff’s presence in the mansion is like having a stray dog with rabies. Slenderman may tolerate him—not because he’s loyal, but because he’s useful.

He sees Slender as a god or fucked up father figure he both resents and depends on.

May get jealous of other proxies or feel replaced easily.

Doesn’t like being referred to as a pet or proxy, even if he acts like one.

Wanders in and out of the mansion, sleeps in the basement or roof. Often found where no one else dares to be.

Has no official room. His presence is found through blood trails, cigarette burns, or distant laughter.

Yes, smile dog is a companion in this interp.

Unspoken truce with other proxies. He has codes with them. Small gestures mean “stay away” or “help.”

Keeps bones or bones fragments in his corner of the Mansion. He may even “name” them.

Feral behavior if cornered inside the mansion. Will lash out and act like an animal until left alone.

Genuinely afraid of Slenderman when he’s in a “bad mood”. Thinks he can “hear” his thoughts sometimes.

Tolerates Sally. Hates being reminded of what he used to be. Might act like a big brother one day and violently distant the next.

Fights with Masky often. Projects authority figures onto him. Believes he’s a “wannabe cop.”

Jeff wanders like a feral dog. Nobody really knows when he’s there or not unless he makes his presence known.

Eats food others brought in, even if it’s half-eaten or obviously not his. Drinks cold coffee left out too long. Sometimes leaves his own blood in mugs and laughs about it.

Occasionally sits at the kitchen table at 3AM, talking to no one. If you acknowledge him, he won’t respond. But he knows you saw him.

He hoards stolen things from others in the mansion—Clockwork’s hoodies string, Toby's goggles, BEN’s broken controller. Not out of malice. Just because.

He carves names into the walls—sometimes of people in the house, sometimes unknown ones. Crosses out the ones who “left.”

Has a hiding spot only Smile Dog knows. If anyone finds it, he destroys it and relocates.

Despite his instability, he occasionally “trains” younger proxies in brutal, unorthodox ways—he’ll throw them into fear scenarios just to “toughen them up.” It’s a twisted sense of mentorship.

Slenderman keeps him on a long leash, metaphorically. He doesn’t follow orders unless he feels like it, but when he does, it’s with disturbing overkill.

BEN and Jeff have a rivalry, like siblings forced to share a room. BEN trolls him, Jeff responds physically—ripping cords, smashing keyboards, etc. They don't hate each other, though.

Jeff is obsessed with Kate, but not in a healthy way. It's a mixture of fixation, possessiveness, projection, and twisted admiration, although the genuine craving for affection is there.

Calls her things like "ghost-girl", "chaser-baby", "my shadow twin"—weird pet names only he thinks are cute.

He follows her silently, watching her on hunts. Never interferes unless he thinks she’s in danger. Then he snaps.

Leaves little "gifts" in her room: wilted flowers, knives shaped like crescent moons, locks of his own hair, bloody notes that read “you’re the only one who understands.” and other corny shit.

Gets extremely jealous if Kate is seen talking to someone else too long. Especially if it’s Masky, Hoodie, or another male proxy.

Once flipped a table during dinner when Kate ignored him. Then calmly picked up the plates and placed them back down, still seething.

Tells people they’re “soul twins” because they both “chase what they’ll never catch.” Kate finds this annoying and disturbing.

Sometimes Kate humors him because she feels bad for him…other times, she threatens him outright.

He once carved her name into his arm in front of her. She didn’t speak to him for weeks afterward.

In his eyes, Kate is the only real person in the mansion. The rest are noise.

Sally is weirdly fond of him—thinks he’s funny like a scary cartoon. He plays along, softens slightly with her, but also says incredibly inappropriate things sometimes. (Not sexual, of course not, but things like “if I died, would you haunt me?”)

Clockwork hates him. Finds him unstable and dangerous. They've gotten into brutal fights that almost left one or both unconscious.

Toby is intimidated, but fascinated. Jeff sees Toby as a “baby rage-machine” and mocks him for his tics until he gets punched.

Eyeless Jack and Jeff have an agreement—Jack patches him up if he shuts up. Jeff doesn’t. Jack still patches him up, usually annoyed.

Slenderman occasionally “reins him in” telepathically, or sends proxies to drag him back when he’s gone rogue for too long.

His scent lingers in places he’s been—blood, smoke, rot. Proxies know not to enter rooms with that smell.

His “nest” is full of torn fabrics, bones, stolen pillows, and old Polaroids. There’s barely enough room for him to curl up inside it.

Sleeps in cold spots—the attic, crawlspaces, or with the windows wide open even in the dead of winter.

The basement walls have claw marks, some say they’re his, others say it’s something else he brought back with him.

He will occasionally talk to his reflection in a mirror, despite his hatred for it. He usually ends up punching it, though.

Refers to the Slender Mansion as “home” but never says it like it’s comforting. Says it like a threat.

Keeps chalk drawings under the staircase—outlines of bodies, smiley faces with fangs, Kate’s silhouette.

Sometimes dances alone in the hallway. No music. Just dancing to something in his head.

“Feeds” Smile Dog scraps of something that isn’t meat. No one asks.

Occasionally writes notes and tapes them to people’s doors, always in red pen. They say things like:

“I watched you last night. You flinch in your sleep.”

“You smell different today. New shampoo?”

“She’s not yours.”

More to be added! If you have any questions, feel free to ask! I love my burnt sausage so much. <3

[crow-caller]

Hey! This might be odd, but, this is one of those things I've wanted to say anyway for ages

I'm lucky, I have never felt deep pressure to write more, update more, from anyone beyond myself. But that "myself" is a sharp word, and I'm self conscious of how slow my reviews and videos and work has been. For a long while now.

Here is a personal reason why. I'm not feeling pressured to explain myself, I'm choosing to, but ultimately it is very personal and I'm putting it below a cut.

A post i made a bit ago about my many labels was almost a trial run to this..... But. I have CPTSD. I have been in therapy for most of my life on and off, but I've been working on my trauma more in the last year/year.5. This is why my release schedule has drastically slowed more than its usual slow pace. I am having Hindsight. I am thinking. This is a very exhausting process. Other IRL events and issues related to it have cropped up, too. Other personal things have been exasperated by this process. It is not linear. It is hard to be "very productive". I am working to let go of that expectation for myself, but it's hard. I am so glad folks who like my stuff have been chill.

But man. My therapist is pretty much going "man that's fucked up" to me. I have been through some incredible shit. It isn't stuff I think i will expand on in detail, publically. Part of me wants to be open to help others. But. It's rather all a lot, innit. It's so much more than that, even.

It's the kind of thing talking about in general is extremely hard to do, because i feel it is a burden to even confess to. But. A burden shared is lighter, etc etc etc etc. You don't need to say anything or feel anything for me. I only want to acknowledge this and let it exist as truth.

🫡

[anerdynerd]

hits them with the species swap beam

I’ve been working on a McSpirk species swap AU :D

more details below the cut if anyone’s interested to hear more about them:

Spock

-human appearance (still half human half Vulcan though ofc)

-> round ears, only slightly Vulcan-looking eyebrows, short haircut

-generally somewhat collected, still a bit emotionally closed off, maybe has been told off one too many times during his attempts to explain things in-depth 

-but gets EXCITED when he does get to talk about the things he finds fascinating (which is actually quite a lot, I think he’d be broadly interested in a lot of sciences, hence Starfleet lol, probably especially interested in maths, astronomy and physics, maybe philosophy too)

-people don’t actually know that his dad is the Vulcan ambassador growing up cause in typical Spock fashion he just never mentioned that part, so people generally only really find out about his Vulcan heritage if it relevantly comes up somehow or if somebody else mentions it (or if they saw it in his file), he’s not embarrassed or anything, he’s actually quite intrigued by it and does get Vulcan pointers from Sarek while growing up, he does actually bring up being half Vulcan way more than his father (or brother and sister etc), as that is relevant more often, for example to explain his super strength or to explain why he is the way he is™️

-very expressive, can’t hide a thought for anything, his eyebrow is already lethal imagine what would happen if he were to use his whole face

-> still a relatively steady and normal voice usually?

-very curious person

-due to less/almost no social pressure to behave like a true Vulcan, since they’re on Earth: has logical thinking for human standards, but also has human values embedded in his personality 

Kirek 

-one of the few Vulcans with a lighter shade of brown hair

-> has a bowl cut when first leaving Vulcan but starts challenging the standards for how a Vulcan should look while in Starfleet, resulting in his side bangs, as always just inside the lines but deviating from the standard enough to be noticed (in addition to the what values he’s already challenged internally)

-keeps finding ways to challenge the logic that’s the norm in a way that absolutely looks for loopholes and “technicalities” for his creative approaches to things

-> great at practicing logic but he’d do it in his own way that’s just within the lines + he’d argue well enough for it to be convincing enough for no one to be able to say anything against it 

    -> his superiors would still keep an eye on him and be skeptical even if he  “technically still acts within the lines of logic” and he does that just well enough  not to be declared a V’tosh ka’tur

-finds logic important and acts based on it as it is often the best way to do things, but sees the flaws as well as the benefits of it 

-> well aware of logic’s impact all around

-> therefore keeps an eye on whether there are approaches that would make  more sense than classic logic might suggest in some cases

-doesn’t make as many friends on Vulcan as human Jim would on Earth with this kind of demeanor

-finds a way to argue for pretty much anything and everything to be important to an extend, never completely dismissing something

M’Koy

-joined Starfleet to share the advanced Vulcan medical knowledge effectively, since his expertise is more useful to a big organization such as this one helping all sorts of species’ in various corners of the universe, rather than exclusively on Vulcan

-never really had a sense of belonging on Vulcan for that reason, since there is an alternative where he can follow his goal more effectively, does not practice that cultural duty to his people, because he refuses to get stuck on one singular planet helping only his own people (he’s tried and it did not sit right with him)

-> that plays a huge point in his parting from Jocelyn and their daughter

-is satisfied with how much he can help on the Enterprise

-does get increasingly frustrated with logic and order not sliding as smoothly and as in accord as he’s used to though

-> finds it more comfortable (some might even say comforting) to be around Spock as someone who also favors order and practices it well enough, as well as Kirek, who does not seem to need order as much as him, but who does actually bring some order onto this ship in the way he practices his authority 

-does not talk as much as Kirek because he is afraid to  does not desire to slip up on his Vulcan form of calmness 

-> therefore might get especially quiet when he’s angry because he learned early on that that only gets him patronized by other Vulcans and with that even more frustrated

Friendships

Kirek & M’Koy

-respect eachother and get a sense of being understood by the other without much judgement, as they both rejected parts of the Vulcan way in their own way

-McCoy finds comfort in having another Vulcan around, almost like a little piece of his home, while he was aiming to leave his whole life, he is now finding himself missing certain structures of his home, he never favored Vulcan culture to that extend, but he had never known anything else

Kirek & Spock

-Kirk actually listens to Spock’s rants and often proves that he has considered all the information provided by him by mentioning them or even using them on the search for a solution 

-engages in lively discussions

-finds Spock’s nature intriguing

-Spock asks a lot of questions about Vulcans in an attempt to learn more about his culture through people who have lived it

M’Koy & Spock

-irritated by the amount of over information Spock practices

-> might try to subtly cut him off to bring the conversation further, but this could lead to Spock often having something to add on that he would’ve gotten to if he hadn’t been cut off

-also finds him intriguing though, you don’t see a Vulcan-human-hybrid everyday, let alone be friends with them

-> might attempt to subtly study him to better understand how the two species’ have mixed within him

-Spock asks a lot of questions about Vulcans in an attempt to learn more about his culture through people who have lived it

-M’Koy finds comfort in being around him because he is much more orderly than most of the humans he has to work with everyday

[thesummerstorms]

Okay this was going to be in the tags of a reblog, but then I hit the tumblr tag limit (...whoops? I talk too much...) AND realized the scope of what I was talking about was slightly different than what the OP was talking about. So now you get this massive post instead! (And it did become massive. I researched on the wiki and YouTube and everything. Sorry!)

TL;DR: People keep bringing up the existence of the Avvar in relation to Spite and Lucanis being unable to separate, mostly in a negative way or to critique the writing choices, and I don't think that's actually a fair criticism if we look at Veilguard's characters' background specifically rather than what we as players might bring to the table.

So if you didn't know because you didn't have the DLC or didn't play Inquisition, or are new to the series, you may not know that in the Inquistion DLC "Jaws of Hakkon", we are introduced to a specific band of Avvar living in the Frostback Basin.

For the sake of brevity, I'm linking to the wiki if you need a refresher on who the Avvar are, but one really intriguing thing we found out was that per the wiki:

The augurs [Avvar mages] allow their apprentices to be possessed by a summoned Spirit and the spirit teaches the mage how to control their magic with patience and kindness. When the teaching is done, the mage must then release the spirit through a ritual that involves burning an offering and casting a taxing spell that usually requires a vial of lyrium to replenish one's strength. Weak mages unable to control their magic remain possessed and the Avvars' spirit gods watch them both so neither soul becomes corrupted. If the abomination becomes corrupted or the mage stands at risk of harming the hold, then one day the abomination is killed in their sleep

Because we learned this in Inquistion, I saw a lot of people take umbrage to the game's insistence that Lucanis and Spite couldn't be separated. After all, we know the Avvar have some kind of ritual!

... but is that a fair thing for the characters to know?

I am saving Harding for last, just FYI; if your particular concern was with Harding having been present for the DLC, that's close to the end of the post.

Outside of Harding, few of our companions in this game are from the south except possibly Bellara and maybe Rook, depending on your head canons. All the rest of them are from the North. None of them have any reason to have directly encountered the Avvar.

Now in relation to Lucanis's abomination problem, Taash and Rivain are their own thing; idk if there was help in Rivain or if Taash knew enough to help Lucanis find it if there was, or if Rowan might have been a lead... had Rivain even really gotten much time or development at all. They are a major caveat, but not one specific to the Avvar problem, so I won't spend much time on that.

For the focus of this post: Taash was raised by a mother who had been brought up in the beliefs of the Qun, and they grew up in Rivain. Rivain is incredibly far north from Fereldan and the Frostback Basin; Taash is not a mage themselves. They have no reason to know about the Avvar beyond the odd sailor's tale.

But Emmrich, Neve, and Lucanis are all northern Humans and some flavor of culturally Andrastian. The Avvar live as far south as it is possible to go in Thedas and are looked down upon by more powerful societies and governments. There's no particular reason word of their mages' practices and capabilities would reach Nevarra or Tevinter or Antiva.

The Avvar aren't super open to outsiders outside of the specific circumstances set up by Inquisition (with good reason) and you can't tell me that interacting more freely with societies lead by the Orlesian Chantry would have gone well in the past.

Antiva probably most closely relates to the southern Chantry we know. None of the Chantry clerics we've ever met would be spreading the knowledge that "hey, yeah, these people outside our faith claim they can undo possession", if they even believe it. And that's assuming that before Inquisition the Avvar ever trusted anyone enough to let that knowledge spread, given the Chantry's history of Templars seizing non-Andrastians and of exalted Marches.

(Also, how much that word was allowed to spread by your Inquisitor and their advisors following the Jaws of Hakkon DLC, if they thought it wise to spread to the rank and file at all. )

It also largely wouldn't be relevant to Lucanis or anyone in his social circles if anyone in Antiva did know. Lucanis's job is mostly to hunt blood mages who are in positions of power and obstacles enough for someone to pay an exorbitant fee for their assassination. It's doubtful anyone is going to spend the gold to hire the heir to the First Talon, or a Crow in general, to assassinate an Avvar leader.

Tevinter, on the other hand, has a whole complex with blood magic. So I imagine their mages are either hiding blood magic (and thus not likely to discover whatever secret it is the Avvar have found given the risks of corruption they are taking themselves.) Or else they are trying to set themselves apart from blood mages and extra worried by demons as a result. They are also some kind of Andrastian, and though the full extent of the differences isn't perfectly delineated, I wouldn't be surprised if they have some of the same cultural hang ups.

Emmrich is a specialist in spirits, yes, but given that Nevarra's focus is on necromancy in particular, and how they view spirits as possibly embodying aspects of their mourned and beloved dead, it makes sense they wouldn't spend time developing an expertise around living willing possessions.

And again, Nevarra is nominally adherent to the southern Chantry. We don't know how those practices differ in reality, but Nevarra and Orlais always have a "clash of expansionist powers" thing going on in the background, so it wouldn't surprise me if there's still a tricky line even between the necromancy and living possession, at least if the Mortalitasi don't want to give an excuse to spark an Exalted March.

And yes, the Chantry is weakened in DA:I; that's part of why the information can escape at all, according to the war table operation discussed later on in Harding's section. But it doesn't stay weakened (look at the Exalted Council), and I don't think it's reasonable to believe that the Inquisition's discovery would completely proliferate the North, if at all. before the conservatives in the Chantry gained enough force to quash it again. And that's if your Inquisitor didn't decide to keep the facts quiet, either for religious reasons or to avoid drawing outside ire down on the Avvar.

As for Davrin and Bellara? Davrin doesn't want shit to do with the Fade anyway. He tells Emmrich he doesn't know if the Fade is real; he is not going to be the source of any help here. We don't have a firm place of origin for Davrin's clan, but if Uncle Eldrin is still living in Arlathan, and he was a major influence on Davrin as a child, I can't imagine it was so far south as Fereldan.

Bellara, on the other hand, might have grown up in Orlais. She says something about her mother selling furniture there, but I'm not sure if that means they typically migrated in Orlais or if they came later on, maybe after Inquisition. And of course, by Veilguard, she's relocated to Arlathan forest, where the Dalish do have some small permanent settlements, which is about as far north from the Frostbacks as you can get

I know she hasn't been to Fereldan, as she has the lines "There are a few Dalish clans in Ferelden, aren't there Nuvenis, I think. Oh, and maybe Sabrae.". The Avvar are located in the Frostbacks, part of Fereldan's border, and those we encounter in Inquisition are specifically in the Frostback Basin, so far south they're almost off the map. So it doesn't seem likely she'd have encountered them directly.

(I also imagine that while the Dalish and the Avvar don't necessarily have reason to be hostile to one another, it likely wouldn't be overly safe for them to be seen as "banding together". )

The Dalish have their own culture and their own pressures specifically being targeted not only for being non-Andrastian but also non human by Templars of the Orlesian Chantry, and a large focus of their magic is preserving or rediscovering the lost magic of the ancient elves.

Why would the ancient elves need in depth knowledge of possession when they began as spirits who took their mortal forms with Lyrium not the normal possess a human process we see elsewhere in the series? (What overlap there was in those early days only Solas knows but in general)?

So I really do understand why it's frustrating as a player to know, say during the conversation between Lucanis, Neve, and Bellara about options for dealing with Spite, that the Avvar exist and have this process. Or when Lucanis asks Emmrich, then has his "man about to fall off the edge" laugh when Emmrich tells him that so far as he knows, Lucanis and Spite are stuck.

But just because it makes sense for the players to know something, doesn't mean it makes sense for the characters to know it, when considering their own societal and cultural backgrounds and lived experiences.

Of course the major hang up becomes Harding, who was the Inquisition scout that did reconnaissance before the Inquisitor's arrival in the Jaws of Hakon DLC. She, of course, is from Fereldan, and was there to potentially learn the same information as the Inquisitor.

In fact, I wondered during some of my early playthroughs if that was why we had Bellara and Neve both present in Lucanis's post recruitment scene in the kitchen and not Harding.

But if we look at the facts?

Harding was initially present Base Camp with the Orlesian professor, who wasn't interested in researching the Avvar at all. She was present when the Inquisitor and the Professor were looking into the shrine Ameridan, and then in the Hold itself during the Inquisitor's war council with Svarah Sunhair about the fortress raid. She does question some about the Hakkonite's Dragon being possessed by an Avvar God, but the specific relevant facts about mage possession aren't brought up in her presence.

The spirits leading up to the fight with Hakkon himself wouldn't likely have sounded different than other demon possessions, arcane horrors, etc, in the recounting of the fight. The usualness or unusualness of a spirit possessing an entire Dragon still has nothing to do with Lucanis and Spite's dilemma.

When asked what she thinks about the Avvar, Harding primarily discusses tales she had been told in her home village, their archers, and the possibility of riding on their shoulders. Mages don't enter the discussion, and even the Inqusitor only learns these facts if they encounter a specific NPC in the wilderness.

Now, you can recruit that mage as an agent for Josephine, but that's 100% player dependent. It won't happen in everyone's world state. So, as far as I have been able to gather, it's entirely possible Harding doesn't know about the Avvar method, depending on what your Inquisitor would have told her.

Okay, you insist, but my Inquisitor would have told everyone they could. To prove a point or out of astonishment or whatever. Or I definitely recruited that NPC, so the word should have gotten out, since Josephine says she was of interest to scholars. So why isn't Harding offering it as a lead?

Well, ignoring that DATV doesn't really implement something that isn't true for all players:

Harding herself is not a mage. Even if the Avvar or the Inquisitor were very, very open with her about the Avvar mages' possession during training, she is not going to be able to explain the actual methodology.

With the Inquisition either disbanded or in the hands of the Orlesian Chantry, it's quite likely that Harding no longer has any direct contacts among the Avvar. At best, she might reach out to the Inquisitor or Charter, hoping that their networks still stretch that far... and then she would have to wait for an uncertain reply.

The south eventually falls to megablight. The Avvar do join the Inquisitor's alliance, but looking for solutions for one specific man may not have been in the scope of their general focus, especially once they were driven to retreat to Skyhold and trying not to starve.

The specific information given to the Inquisitor states that the Avvar are only able to separate the spirit and the mage when the mage has sufficiently strong magic. Otherwise the two have no choice but to remain united, and are specifically watched for signs they are becoming corrupted and must be executed for the good of the Hold.

Lucanis isn't a mage. Whatever questions the Order of Fiery Promise, the Seekers, or Zara's experiments might raise about what's known about possession, it's entirely possible that the Avvar are also left scratching their heads.

If the Avvar only allow their mages to be possessed, and if the possessed person's strength in magic being insufficient means the ritual can't move forward, then they likely don't know what to do for Lucanis and Spite... and likely have no time to research how to help a one man anomaly when Fereldan falls to the Blight shortly after.

I will concede that this could have been made neater, in the end, by having a one off banter with Harding saying something about sending a letter to the Inquisitor or Charter to potentially reach out to the Avvar, but the conditions making a reply uncertain. Or even saying she got a reply that the Avvar said the ritual wouldn't work, but wouldn't disclose specifics in person and couldn't travel north with the state Fereldan is in.

Keep in mind, I still also don't personally think it's a major enough issue to fixate on when we know there were a lot of hard choices to be made in development due to EA.

But on the whole, the existence of this Avvar lore isn't the major "gotcha" refuting Spite and Lucanis's story the way I have seen some people insist it to be.

And let me be clear, I think that a lot of the criticisms of "Spite and Lucanis CAN be separate though!" miss Spite's role as a metaphor and Lucanis's general character arc of being forced to confront feelings or aspects of himself that he has been repressing out of fear.

But the argument that DATV lore is contradicting Inquisition lore, or that it's stupid for the gathered companions to not know a spirit and its host can be separated due to the Avvar existing, just doesn't hold water.

[weasterberry]

Ok, a lot of misinformation here.

First off, he was judged unfit to stand trial by a panel of doctors. Not some random judge. And I don't think his legal team argued against that. He's severely autistic. Letting him stand trial would be wrong to do. We have NCR (Not Criminally Responsible) rulings for a reason.

Second off: from the article that OP chose to screenshot but not link for some reason: "The court heard that Kurtaj had been violent while in custody with dozens of reports of injury or property damage." he also "As well as hacking offences the boy was sentenced for what the judge described as 'unpleasant and frightening pattern of stalking and harassment' of two young women." and when assessed by doctors to see if he was fit to stand trial he basically told them "the second you let me back on a computer I'm going to do more cyber crime because I enjoy it" and then he was released on bail, while still under police supervision, he continued hacking (this was the rockstar hack) so like... even without a laptop and while being actively watched by the police he was brazenly doing crimes on the grounds of "I like doing them"

Third off: indefinite hospital stays are, in fact, normal for this kind of finding. This is why everyone who complains about "the insanity plea" being used for criminals to get away with things is an uninformed idiot. If you are found Not Criminally Responsible then basically the court says "we don't find you guilty of the crime because you can't meet the standard for Mens Rea (guilty mind) BUT that means you can't be trusted out in society at the moment so you have to go to a hospital and get treated until you're better". Like... if someone is having violent delusions then we absolutely cannot let them out of the forensic hospital until we're sure those are under control. If someone is so incapable of preventing themself from doing a crime (even if it's a fucking based as hell crime like hacking big corporations) to the point where they do it while knowingly under police watch and tell the doctors examining their fitness for trial "I will absolutely do this crime again the second you let me out" and also are engaging in stalking and assault behaviours then yeah... they're probably best off in the forensic hospital until they get that under control because

Fourth off: the alternative is sending him to a normal jail for 10 years with no real support while having to deal with the general prison community, having him get out, immediately do the exact same crime again a week later and then go back to jail for life. It's not better.

why can rockstar games institutionalise you for life like nikita kruschev for being autistic

[madlori]

Macros? Macros.

So.

This post is about food and eating, in case you want to just scroll on by.

I'm a plus sized woman, perimenopausal, and I'm trying to keep from becoming plus-er and also I need to keep an eye on blood numbers for health reasons.

Ergo, I decided to start tracking my macros (I've food-logged before but only in a general way).

For the uninitiated, macros are protein/fat/carbs and some people group fiber into it. Mostly I needed to monitor my protein and fiber intake to make sure I was getting enough. I'm not trying to do low carb or keto-whatever, nor am I really trying to cut a massive amount of calories - although if you food log in any way you sort of end up managing calories at the same time.

It's been like...ten days, and friendos? I'm borderline shocked at the effect this is having on me.

After only a few days of getting like 130 g of protein and 50 g of fiber daily, it's like...someone reached into my brain, found the dial labeled "food noise" and turned it waaaaaaay down. I don't know how else to describe that phenomenon other than "food noise" and I suspect a lot of you will know what I mean. It's that niggling urge to eat something, the munchies, the thoughts that dwell on food, the hovering constantly around it.

It's just...gone.

I eat what I eat, choosing things with high protein and fiber, and then I just don't think about it anymore. No more sitting at my computer with my brain dwelling on how much I want some pretzels, or toast, or whatever else it wants. It's just QUIET in there. It's almost eerie. I crave nothing. I'm not boredom eating.

Like today, at my workplace on Fridays we get a free patio lunch of grill items (or salad bar if you prefer). I got a bbq pulled beef sandwich. It came with two sides, I got pasta salad and a bag of pretzels.

I ate the sandwich and about half the pretzels and I was just...done. I didn't want more. I feel like in the past I'd have gone on and eaten the pretzels anyway (pretzels are one of my favorite things) but today it was just "nah, I'm good."

I threw the pasta salad right in the trash.

Thoughts on specifics for anyone who's interested:

Protein is kind of That Girl of the moment for healthy eating so it's real easy to find higher-protein food items. They're putting extra protein in freaking everything. You can get high protein CHEERIOS ffs (I don't recommend them). This is all fine but protein sources are plentiful among regular foods. Meat, dairy, beans, plant based proteins, are easy to eat and plentiful.

I'm a big fan of the Oikos Triple Zero yogurt. It is NOT a Greek yogurt but it has like 15 grams of protein per container and it's very tasty. I like to take a cup of the vanilla one, add some powdered peanut butter + cocoa (PB2 powder, available in most stores) with a splash of milk for stirring, and some chopped walnuts. Chia seeds are another good addition (let them plump in the fridge before eating).

If you're logging anything for any reason a kitchen scale is your best friend.

One of the best bits of nutritionist advice I ever got is "add, don't subtract." Don't think about cutting foods from your diet. Think about adding more foods that will benefit you. Don't cut carbs, add vegetables. Don't cut sugar, add fiber. By adding beneficial things, you will naturally have less capacity and desire for the things you'd like to eat less of. And it will not feel restrictive.

Do not take advice from any online nutrition or health coach on instagram who is selling something (with the possible exception of if they have a cookbook, especially if the same recipes are also on their social media). The online coaches LOVE to get engagement with posts about how grapes are bad, actually and you shouldn't feed kids bananas (two actual real life takes I've seen - because sure, Americans are unhealthy because we just eat too many darned grapes and bananas, sure, that's it).

The app I'm using to track is called MacrosFirst and it's great. You can scan anything to add it, or search. You can set it to your own goals and what you want to track.

[smalldumbpigeon]

Bandit and Artificer skins I’ve been working on

Working on Arti was nice and wonderful but Bandit I spent like two hours rotating a gun putting it in unity seeing it in game and repeating the cycle but its ok because i figured it out in the end right now though I still have Bandit’s weapons to texture now

I want to make skins with this theme for Captain, Loader and Huntress. At least that’s what I have rough ideas for at the moment. It’s been a lot of fun taking apart these models and learning how ror2 materials work 😄

And I guess under the cut if you are interested in the rough AU I made up on the fly to support this theme???

I thought it would be really funny for Bandit to be a Private Investor (going for Noir Detective here). Reasoning how that would work for a guy called Bandit, I like the idea of him being an ex-Mafioso. He left the scene to cut ties “turn over a new leaf” But he’s kind of struggling but at least the work he gets is interesting. He’s got all the chops all the skills to really do it all but, he’s also seemingly got a bad luck streak.

He some times gets approached from a mysterious lady— Artificer. She has all sorts of gossip and insider info, she investigates things too but, she passes on the info to Bandit and offers generous sums of money. He likes to push her buttons some times just to see her reaction, she usually playfully retaliates.

As for Captain and Loader I liked the idea of him being The Mob boss and Loader his bodyguard of sorts. He thinks Bandit ought to come back to the family, and Loader well, she caught Bandit really drunk once and she was nice enough to drive him home. Bandit’s ties to Captain kind of freaks him out, but he’s more embarrassed and can’t look Loader in the eye.

Finally, Huntress is a bounty hunter whos friends with Bandit even during his little P.I endeavour. She’s mostly just a little confused by the career change but she doesn’t mind because he ropes her in and she finds it all entertaining.

Anyways I havent thought about it that hard dont take it too seriously i am just having fun ❤️