#it's very sciency science!!

[lady-of-imladris]

So smart and so thirsty that I figure you’re going to invent a method of squeezing liquid out of a rock ❤️❤️❤️ Rock-hard… OH I SHAN’T CONTINUE

Ahdjfjaidhs this sent me 😂😂😂

[here-there-were-dragons]

what i’m getting initially from the lore is that the arcane flight in ancient times had a decent burgeoning capacity for aethernaut technology and there is a non-zero chance there are other unfathomably ancient early space age artifacts of a fallen past dragon civilization in the sky, and that following the astrolab’s launch the entire planetbound aether civilization was wiped out with little trace by some unspecified cataclysm, likely warring with another primal race, leaving the scientists on the makeshift generation ship as the only survivors.

perhaps aether was not their original name, but over untold tens or even hundreds of thousands of years isolation the remainder of their species, descended from their lost landbound counterpart’s trained aethernauts, shortened the title further and further into simply “aether” and with enough time (and book-eating) further simply forgot there was ever more?

and they get all their battle tactics knowledge from their poorly organized larp sessions of old-enough-to-be-fossilized tapes saved from their lost groundward civilization of ancient dragon star trek and name things like they work for god damn aperture science. “material emancipation grille”. and they’re literally sparkledog mary sues. who the fuck let them name themselves. why did they start naming themselves “xxxdarkstarxxx” i can’t decide if it’s numbly dismaying or numbly fucking hilarious (as all emotions are numb and distant for me these days) that that’s canon and there is now a canon mary sue sparkledragon breed like have they literally just been doing nothing but spinning their wheels creating warrior owlcats rp forums up there since the rest of their species died. when they sent all their best and brightest up there was it like how the entire modern real world tech infrastructure is held up by about 30 furries that if any one of decided to disconnect their pager for a few hours the entire internet and literally civilization itself would collapse in a fire and now all that’s left of their breed are all descended from that.

their culture seems to be clan-troupes, likely descended from specific maintenance teams, of distorted half-religiocized echoes of random portions of long-forgotten ship repair safety training and shakily clung to jumbled impressions of some sort of lost pseudomilitaristic crewed vessel hierarchy, and it’s strangely giving me a combination of the movie passengers vibes and a wikipedia summary i skimmed once of one of the later books in something called the xeelee sequence, which described a long-future descendant of humanity on a generation ship in which these remnants of humanity had devolved so much that they now no longer had much sentience, preforming ship repair and maintenance by pure instinct as a way of attracting mates and having no real understanding of what they were doing or why.

a am however at a loss as to why, of all things their lore could be, their entire gimmick seems to revolve around compulsively eating paper.

after seeing a trailer for something called hyper light breaker, i assume an alleged sequel to something else called hyper light drifter, i have made the retroactive decision to assign them a synthwave-ish, hyperreallife pulsating sleek slanted laser light energy beams making roadways for sleek glowing similarly fizzling near-digital lightcraft sort of aesthetic, vaguely cyberpunk but made from faintly magitech parts, sans any sort of digital artifacts visual additions. the actual aesthetic i am thinking of is not in any way based on the game itself, but instead is based purely on the feeling of the name alone taken out of context of the game it applies to. what type of imagery and feeling of the words “hyper light drifter” on their own with no knowledge of the game inspire. i will likely forget what i meant by this in three weeks time.

[dappercritter]

Dear creationists,

[nightskylonging]

Separate Interstellar post. It's definitely better the second time around as far as understanding the plot goes, but something about the premise isn't clicking for me. Like. Something is almost there but not quite.

[nochd]

I don't have the time or emotional energy to watch 3-hour YouTube documentaries in full, but I've just sampled the chapter titled "Why 'The Selfish Gene' Is Just Wrong". So far she hasn't discussed selfish-gene theory at all, but she's saying again and again that genes vary within a population in anticipation of encountering unfamiliar environmental conditions so that some strains survive.

If this is representative of the video as a whole, I'm afraid I'm not surprised enough to be disappointed. (Genes are molecules. They can't anticipate anything.)

My experience counts for nothing and no-one is listening to me, but for the record:

I am socially disabled;

my special interests include primate behaviour and human evolution;

I have a degree in cultural anthropology;

things that most people know instinctively about participating in human social situations, I have had to learn consciously and figure out from things I've studied;

my study of primate behaviour has from time to time been very useful for that purpose;

my studies in cultural anthropology have been pretty much useless;

my anthro studies are, however, why I am not surprised enough to be disappointed to find people critiquing science politically without taking the trouble to understand it scientifically -- there are whole anthro courses consisting of nothing but that;

I believe that gender, sex, and sexuality are a multidimensional landscape with no sharp breaks in the terrain, and all boundaries on it are artificial constructs, not despite my studies of evolutionary biology nor incidentally to my studies of evolutionary biology but because of my studies of evolutionary biology;

my knowledge of evolutionary biology gives me a foundation from which to critique wrong ideas like "men evolved to rape" or "women's bodies evolved to be attractive to men";

I've tried to explain how many, many, many times and no-one on either side is listening.

okay everyone should go watch münecat's new video essay on disproving evolutionary psychology. it's focused on gender/sex/sexuality. she's both very funny and very thorough in explaining the problems with this "science" & with the scientific field in general. & god we desperately need to root this bullshit out in our society, especially in (trans)feminist spaces.

[inthehouseoffinwe]

I went into this a little in this post, but here’s how I categorise our resident Curufinwës + what their strengths in war are.

Fëanor: The Scientist. Aggressive.

Curufin: The Architect. Defensive.

Celebrimbor: The Inventor. Protective.

Fëanor: The Scientist. The Silmarils were all about the science. How to hold light. What materials are needed. How to make it stronger etc etc. Feanarian lamps honesty give me lightbulbs on steroids vibes, very sciency. He created the alphabet and no doubt numerous other things. In general Fëanor is said to want mastery over things and minds. He wants to understand then use that knowledge. He’s experimenting with known variables and pushing them to their limits.

(If he lived) his strength would be aggressive weaponry and tactics, creative mind pushing for stronger, faster, more accurate but more destructive weapons. He brings people into a passionate rage to give them the strength to go on.

Curufin: The Architect/Pragmatist. in my head is all about building on things. He also has that spark but he makes unbreakabke battlements. Bridges. Weapons. Armour. Fortresses with so many nooks and secret passages and extra defences only his brothers can keep track. He’s crafty, he’s smart. He knows how to trick people into seeing one thing and it being something else. To create false chinks in armour and defence that will be targeted and hold up, and give his people a chance to fight back while the attacker thinks he’s won.

All this means he’s great at providing defensive structures. Give him a basic fortress and he’ll create all kinds of pathways to escape and areas great for attacks and ambushes. Fool enemies and give them the element of surprise. He holds the line.

Celebrimbor: The Inventor. The rings are so unlike anything we’ve ever seen, and unlike Fëanor’s Silmarils they have true power to them. They protect and shield and raise rivers and give longevity and hold life still for the elves unused to change and so much more. He creates his city as a place for students, has a whole sect in the Gwaith-i-mirdain who learned and experimented and would create new and wondrous things. Were canonically the best artisans since Fëanor himself, led by Celebrimbor. He created so much that there was no way to even think of replicating it after he and his people were killed, and the knowledge lost. This wasn’t science. This was something entirely new. And they never saw it again.

All this means he can create invisible barriers as protection so people can live well on the daily. Keeping people safe and well is his top priority.

But yeah this is why I hc that Maedhros’ prosthetic was the combined effort of Celebrimbor and Curufin. Tyelpë was still fairly young, but he had that creativity to know how to make a working hand buried with enchantments and the like. Curufin worked out the mechanics of it and made sure it would be functional for daily life and as a weapon.

Fëanor ofc is dead by now so he doesn’t get to do much, but you best believe he’d add all kinds of sleek weaponry so his eldest could protect himself.

[frost-faerie]

so spirits are real and canon in ace attorney right. we're past the non-believing stage, let's get straight into business. ghosthunters OBVIOUSLY exist in the aa universe, and that leads me to my next point.

where. the FUCK. are the ghosthunters AU's.

I need a fic where the aa4 gang (apollo, klavier, trucy, ema) all hunt a ghost together. and holy mother i will write it myself if i have to

REGARDLESS!

here is what i think they would all do under the pressure of Death by Ghost:

Apollo- he's seen enough spiritual shit to get out of his "ghosts aren't real" phase, but he's still fucking terrified. he only came along because klavier told him they were getting eldoons. it's like telling a dog they're going to the park as you pull up to the vet

Klavier- he's very, very dramatic about it. All "i'm too young and hot to die!!" and "herr forehead save me!!!!! please this mascara cost 80$ I DON'T WANT TO WASTE IT BY DYING"

Trucy- she is jealous of the ghost. it's throwing plates around and scaring everyone and she IMMEDIATELY starts brainstorming ways to add it all into her acts. "Polly can you call daddy? I need to ask him if it's okay that I get a ghost in the wonderbar for my performance"

Ema- the only bitch who's taking this shit seriously. look me in my eye, look back at ema doing all her sciency shit, and tell me she WOULD'NT be into reading EMF levels and evaluating temperatures. it's like forensic science took a step up

[virtuouswhitehatorganization]

I Realized Why It Took Her So Long To Produce This Formula (Besides It Really Being Flug's Work)

I realized that probably none of these scientists specialize in chemistry and she just assumed that because they were smart they could do anything sciency.

"Cecilia was never very apt at evil science, I remember asking her several times why she was taking that class, but she would just tell me that she wanted to be able to develop something special that would make the world see that she was special too. Somehow she managed to inspire me and that’s when I started to personally teach her everything I knew about evil science.

I remember it was hard to get her to concentrate, she was a very lazy student and easily angered when things didn’t go right the first time, but after a lot of effort I taught her enough so that she could become the second best in the class.”

The biggest thing with Miss Heed is that she was never really suited for evil science and only cared she could make something to put her on the map, so as a result she doesn't understand that scientists don't specialize in everything they often have a field they are in. She basically is working off her old high school evil class as a basis and as a result as a flawed view of what a scientist does.

The biggest thing with Penumbra is that she mostly focuses on inventions with dabbling in different fields that have to do with machinery. However, when it comes to chemistry she never really focus on it unless she probably had to. So her being made to do more complex work with chemistry would probably be out of her field, unless she could focus on making the machines to make the formula. Even though we don't know what the other scientists focused on, I have a feeling as well this project was out of their field and as a result couldn't make it immediatly like Miss Heed wanted to.

I also think why she got the wrong impression about evil science is because of Flug. I think she thought he was a talented omnidisciplinary scientist everyone else would be. She probably got frustrated when she wasn't producing any results and said something like" Why can't they do what my Dr. Fluggie can?". So yeah, I totally think it took her so long is because she grabbed any scientist in order make her formula, but didn't care to research what they actually specialized in. As a result she had a team that was probably just as puzzled how to make it as she.

[iamthepulta]

Thank you! The infrastructure is so much fun to think about! :33 I'm sorry I didn't get to it sooner too; I've had a full workload this week.

My thought for Elum is that it acts a lot like Sulfur or Carbon; it's mined, but once processed, forms a gaseous phase that technically functions like natural gas would: so if you add substances it becomes a fiber that can be woven. (Like carbon to polymer fibers.) The fabric's uses depend on what's added to it, so a Cu-El alloy would function different from a Sn-El alloy and part of me intends to make up those powers on the spot as the characters mess around. I think woven Elum is just bonded to Oxygen though, and makes a very light, stretchy, somewhat glittery thread that people weave with their other textiles. It takes a lot of Elum to create a fabric of Elum though, so pure-Elum fabric is rare and expensive.

Elum post-processing is generally a gas and shipped in pressurized containers. You can also super-cool it and it'll become a solid, but that's expensive, so the most common way to trade for Elum is in a re-mineralized state that's been purified of all the other stuff you'd get in the ground. (Like if you took limestone and extracted the carbon, but then turned it back into pure calcite to be shipped.) Geopolitically, although I haven't fleshed out other nations, I'd like there to be large deposits of Elum in other countries to encourage some sort of trade/hoarding politics in the story.

(tw beneath this point for some descriptions with body horror and possibly medical horror? Just to be on the safe side.)

As processing continues throughout the years though, it's clear Elum has some sort of delayed negative effects on life longevity, although what's stranger are the effects on children born to the parents who are exposed. The Elum doesn't "give someone powers" so much as act as a power exchange. Children are born without one of a human's typical five senses, or without part of a sense, and that 'give' is proportional to their ability to interact with the world beyond. So someone born without both eyes would be able to deal with the supernatural more than someone who lost one eye, or their nose.

The powers are not generational, and child mortality is high. I haven't figured out all the rules, but one instance I thought of was someone losing their entire sense of touch. No idea what their powers would've been, but the conditions still have to be physically livable.

Generally, I think, the powers compensate in a way that relates to the senses lost. Some people might lose partial sight or partial hearing, but then have expanded capabilities while still sensing within human range.

What those capabilities are, I'm not entirely sure. The fun/scary part for me creating this world and figuring out the characters is that they in the process of finding out. I'd like peoples' powers to function like the typical light spectrum, where there's visible light, but then by giving up that end of the light spectrum, you see maybe 700-1100nm instead. But the exchange is generally detrimental and in context with the story, the capitalist/aristocracy sacrificing the working class.

One of the main characters I'm invested in is the son of two later-stage weavers. He didn't exchange a lot, but his brother lost an arm and he went into the equivalent of a bio-medical research lab to use Elum to design a functionally robotic arm. He has a lot of reasons to like Elum, because it can be used as a bio-med tool, but a lot of reasons to hate Elum too from his background and what he (thinks) it did to his brother.

Story-wise, nobody knows this is happening though, and nobody has explanations for why they're able to see things nobody else can, or what those shadows are doing. I think there will be two gods in the story, operating on their own plane, dealing with concepts undiscussed. I think the reason Elum exists on the planet will be tied to them. And I think they might get involved as the humans figure out their shit.

But fundamentally, I want Ellenville to be about different working class groups finding unity and changing the way production functions for a better future. all this is real original I know but i guess it just means a lot to me :')

May I ask about your fictional city’s infrastructure?

Absolutely, oh my god~ Thank you so much~

I’m weirdly nervous answering because I don’t have anything written about Ellenville’s infrastructure. But this gives me a place to start putting things on paper. <3 The first paragraphs are history-esque, I guess, and the following paragraphs are my vision of what that history looks like when translated to infrastructure.

Ellenville, the namesake of the world, is a little mining town/city in the mountains, while Marena is the big city in the foreland basin. Marena has a few rivers running through it; I imagine it as a fertile, farming-based settlement that sprung up where the river clears enough to boat to the sea. They eventually became the nation’s capital, and progressed steadily through the advents of early industrialism and gained a lively textile industry.

(I picture Marena's rivers bricked and industrialized for weaving south of the city. Springs tend to occur on fault zones and the mountains form a rainshadow, so farms would fight for the northern end, and the city center is between the two. Houses/farms are scattered, and the city is accessible, but large.)

Ellenville is an industrial town, built because one prospector out-prospected his competitors for an iron vein. ((I’m not entirely sure which commodities I want them to be mining; coal and early iron mining are based on particular layers of rock which aren’t interesting to me, and don’t provide the chemistry background I want in the story, but they’re more historically accurate. Maybe I’ll include tin mining or copper mining for steampunk flavor.)) Either way, Ellenville is fairly desolate, all citizens know each other, and most people work for the mines. Class inequality is blatant throughout the town, although at the end of the day, rich or not, everyone has a mountain accent that separates them from the lowlanders.

(I picture Ellenville as a little town in the valley between two mountains. The new train station to carry textiles and food into the city and carry processed minerals out, runs along the edge of town, past the mine crusher, up to the massive smelter-stack that sits on the hill. (They tried to put it out of the way so the smoke wouldn’t blow into the valley. Sometimes that works, sometimes it doesn’t.) The nicer houses sit in the center of town by the shops that run down the old main street. The shoddier ones sit closest to the mines. Older families who’ve worked for generations usually buy property toward the middle of the valley. Running water is a recent installation. The new boarding house for the mine’s temporary workers just got it installed, and the price went up accordingly, but because it’s so new, people are excited to stay there. There’s one doctor who lives on the main street, but his assistants keep leaving every few years. They usually take one of the town girls with them.)

The inciting incident of the story, is that <Unnamed Element>, which we’ll call Elum, was found in Marena, which wouldn’t be a big deal, except it’s directly underneath the prosperous city center and the richest people’s houses. Elum is an exciting new gaseous-liquid [thingy] that can be processed to be woven and can also be used as a weapon. It’s still mined though, so it turns into a very large legal battle between the mines based in Ellenville, the rich people of Ellenville, the weavers, the researchers who found the deposit, the rich people who live in Marena, the working class who live in Marena, and the capital aristocracy who are happy they just found a new weapon to use on their neighbors.

(I imagine the deposit ending up as an underground mine, with the entrance far from the capital. A new weaving center is set up that isn’t on the river to process the new material and house the workers, and that gains its own city center that’s relatively “new” and more futuresque-steampunk; I imagine the processing plant underneath a zeppelin-space, since it runs off a byproduct of the Elum. Taller apartment complexes because pumping power has improved. I don’t want ‘modern-esque’ cars in this space, so I have to think of an alternative and perhaps the factory for those is also in the newer area.)

But behind all of that, I want Marena to develop enough that the average person forgets how the mining and weaving are done. Physically, I want it out of sight, out of mind. So the living spaces and communal spaces will reflect that.

Ellenville materials are in high demand, but the city itself struggles to stay relevant. Resorts, often run by the generational families with property, spring up outside of the town. Tourism clashes with industry, old materials with the exciting/popular Elum, and that's my basis for the later infrastructure of Ellenville itself.

[altraviolet]

since the sciency bits seemed so believable in the echo garden, and had me so engrossed, i wondered if there was any research you did or if you already knew enough science to make explanations seem believable

hehehehEHEHEHE

thank you! a very nice compliment :D

I have a degree in science. I didn't research very much for TEG- it's 98% made up, to be honest. I'm glad it reads as believable :D

[chalkodareal]

actually no one GAF if i go crazy insane style here so whatever my here comes science headcanons. because sure.

-dr. flans has a degree...as a science teacher. he's completely qualified within a certain limit, but the "dr." part of his title is completely for show. linnell doesn't have any qualification to be teaching alongside him either. nonetheless they do whatever they wantsss :p

-they arent mad scientists, per say? they don't really have a lot of interest in regularly playing god or doing anything sinister, but they are ultimately in the pursuit of knowledge. when children aren't around they get extremely eager to sacrifice their own well-being just to figure something out.

-on that topic, they're a very strange mix of things? composition-wise, they're close to zooplankton, but on a much higher sentience level than that of something like a jellyfish. whatever they are, their bodies retain most human function but decidedly lack the actual organs that would make it make sense. dont ask me about scijohn biology, because i dont know and i dont think about it THAT much.

-here comes science as a dvd is a documentation of them specifically during their work on a cloning project. the machine malfunctions three times: once creating a green linnell (that happened to be much dumber than linnell, additionally), once creating the three evil linnells, and once creating a teenaged clone of flansburgh. the purpose of this machine was for flansburgh's own use, to create more help around the lab (as he seemingly cannot picture anyone more helpful than himself?), but it likely ended up scrapped.

-the clones dont die any easier than the scijohns would. they're all just...hanging out. the three linnell clones are probably trying to eat a cactus right now.

-flansburgh and linnell are both rather passionate about their areas, so much so that both get a little freaked about getting anything wrong. linnell tends to completely doubt everything he's said up to the point when he states misinfo, and flansburgh will sometimes double down in shame (IE photosynthesis and speed + velocity) when he's wrong. ultimately, this mindset is probably part of the reason they'd struggle as actual qualified scientists.

-the laboratory looks purposefully small on the outside---what is pictured in WDTSRS is actually very close to the top. the reason was likely for practical testing reasons. if the clones WERE to be evil (as they did turn out), being trapped in an enclosed space with them would make everything worse. the actual lab stretches down for multiple floors, with a practical living space located somewhere between the top and the bottom.

-strangely, despite having rooms dedicated to practically everything sciency (including things that...really dont need rooms), their recording studio is just a tidied up storage room.

-flansburgh has two cats---for the sake of ease i'm saying password1234 and mc freshstep, but i am aware he used to have different cats. against all scientific regulations he used to let them go wherever in the lab. he had to toughen up after an accident---with no harm to the cats, of course, but linnell sure wasnt happy.

-linnell, contrary to popular belief, is not a lab assistant (though he does take a more passive role than flans). he and flansburgh both act as scientists, and his input on a project is truthfully very important to flans. he's not dumb about science---he's just slightly better on paper. not as if flansburgh is any regulation-following hero.

-okay no one is going to agree with me on this but im like, 99% dr. linnell's likely wealthy or dead and wealthy father is helping pay for that lab. no one just HAS a portrait like that. he had good money to spend. linnell is a total nepo baby. that last sentence wasn't true.

-is their world populated with other organisms like them? well, not really. if they looked hard enough im sure there's a few around, but for the most part it's a total grab bag of creatures and people.

-the dr flans teen clone just...lives in their lab. flansburgh wants badly to experiment on him, and thus the clone somehow has a better relationship with dr linnell than his own future self. they're somewhat like his parents, but he's largely independent and under-supervised as neither are entirely sure what to be doing with him. big into wasting their budget they are lying to the government to get.

-linnell specifically knows a lot about the spectrum of light and light science in general. whether this is due to his father or due to a liking for cameras, it's hard to tell.

-their lab is really only a few miles off from the city, but they're happy to treat it as an isolated desert regardless. it's largely so singular to make sure none of their experiments end up affecting urban areas. a potential downside of this is perhaps the fact that, in lieu of simply driving to the lab each day in their electric cars, they've chosen to simply live where they work. this has effected their social patterns in ways everyone but them can see clearly.

[physalian]

On Using Measurements and Metrics in Fantasy

This is what *I* do and what I find more immersive, easier to write, less world-bending, and more productive: I don’t use actual metric or imperial measurement systems. Why?

Personally I don’t like seeing a world completely different than our own referencing an Earth-bound measurement system (but when I must, I use metric even though I’m American).

Some people don’t have a useful frame of reference for how big something actually is if you just throw big numbers at them. Or even big units. Yeah I know a ‘football’ field is big, but that’s a very foggy and useless ‘big’ if I don't actually watch the sport and see it on a daily basis.

Specific numbers end up seeming more important than they are, whether you’re giving weights, lengths, times, etc, because you got specific. 24 hours won’t raise any brows but 22 hours will. And you just open yourself up to plot holes getting needlessly specific. You’re inviting your readers to do the math and if *you* didn’t do the math, they will find out about it.

This is for fantasy, not any other genre, although I’d still rely on vague numbers anyway unless I’m writing something super sciency where the math is important. Anything from sports to rocket science.

So what I do instead:

Give you measurements you can reference yourself. If I have a tiny fantasy macguffin, it’s about a pinkie finger wide, not 2cm. If I have a sci-fi ship, it’s about two houses/stories tall, not 20ft. It’s a puncture wound the size of a fist, not 4in. It’s a bed small enough for the character to sprawl and still hang off. It’s shoes that can fit in the palm of their hands.

Why I think this works better:

I really suck at converting numbers to actual measurements. Tell me to measure 4 inches between my hands and I’ll give you a gap +/- 2. But the size of a fist? Well I’ve got two right here, now I know what you’re talking about. Hands aren’t all the same size, but for me reading, that’s all I need to know. Do not make me bust out a tape measure or google to properly appreciate the scale of a thing in your book.

Outside of letting my characters give rough time estimates (e.g. a journey taking maybe 2 weeks) because they don’t know themselves, specific numbers aren’t very useful.

If you pick the right size comparison (picking the right allegory), it’ll read more immersive and less sterile. A character just got shot. Is the wound 1 cm, the size of a pencil, or the size of the fingers trying to dig the bullet out? A character is trapped in a criminally small cell. Is it 5 feet wide, or is it so small, they can’t even stretch out fully? A character has to make an incredible shot with a gun or a bow. Is their target 100ft away, or is it an ant on the horizon, is the target’s head the size of a marble? A character is about to fall, is the drop 800ft, or is it so far, they can’t even see the bottom? So far there’s clouds at the bottom? So far the river below is thin as a hair? The biggest lake in the region might be 4 miles across, but more importantly, standing on the bank feels like standing at the coast, cause that there’s an ocean. A tower might be 60ft tall, but more importantly, it gives you vertigo and seems to sway in the wind and it’s taller than every other structure around.

I think this also works with character descriptions. My character has no idea how long he’s been held captive, but his hair has grown out over his eyes to cue you in on the passage of time. Or my character isn’t 4’11, but her head doesn’t reach her boyfriend’s chest. Or, my character has some truly massive muscles, biceps like this other dude’s head. My character has an ugly scar from a nasty knife fight. It’s not eight inches across, but the person touching it can’t even cover it with their whole hand. This character has lost a lot of blood, not 1 liter, but enough that their clothes are dripping with it and the carpet can’t soak it all up.

Generally, the actual number isn’t the most important detail your audience wants to take away from the page, it’s what that metric now means for the scene. A 4ft cell means nothing to me, but a cell so small, my character might go crazy from claustrophobia is important.

And, also, maybe your characters also suck at gauging metrics. I have a character who’s good with horses who’ll give you their heights in hands, but another who’ll just say that one’s so tall, he can’t see over her shoulders.

When the characters need to know the numbers, give the numbers. If you have two people building something, letting them toss weights and lengths back and forth makes sense. But when it’s only the audience that needs to know the numbers, consider coming up with some other way to convey them.

[alwaysjustmina]

okay now i need to dump some more nuclear scientist dew thoughts to you, so lets just imagine a few things…

dew in a conference or lecture smth, so focused, he wears glasses, taking notes, very attentive, shushing swiss who was beside him constantly whispering

like i said, long hair in a bun that gets messier pver time

lab goggles! and white long lab coats!

he loves documentaries about anything science

living off coffee and energy drinks and protein bars (bcs dont we all)

talking about atoms and energy and radiation and complicated formulas full of greek letters with aether and omega bcs @jimothybarnes once said quintessence could be real (smth abt energy or matter iirc? i tried googling it once but couldnt understand it 😭), its for his phd thesis

the other just hear gibberish, probably simlish

I fully support this head cannon but let me add to it, cause I asked and you said yes, but it needs some Rain in it.

I hope it's ok I added the below ;)

So Rain has to be like the coffee shop owner or the someone dew buys from everyday. And if course he is incredibly hot, like it that way he knows he is hot but not the douchebag hot way. He sees Dew every day come in and he tries to talk to him but Dew is quiet. He has his hair down when he gets his coffee cause it's before his day starts. He has his little badge already around his neck, cause he can't forget and leaves the apartment with it on. Little crossbody bag with his lab coat on his shoulder. He looks cute. Sometimes he has his glasses up on his head, sometimes he is wearing them, it depends how distracted he is in line. And of course all Rain wants to do is throw the glasses off of his face and kiss him, because damn.

Until one day Dew comes in later in the afternoon, he is having a shitty day, nothing is working right, so why not pop over and see that hot coffee bar owner, a look at him will make his day better. Right? Right. But when Dew comes in, still in his lab coat, hair in a bun, tendrils falling out, he doesn't see Rain or anyone for a moment. Until he spies Rain in the back pushing Phantom up against the counter (his incredibly hot barista, that Dew wasnt overly sad about if Rain wasn't there if he waited on him) devouring his face. Dew of course gasps, because what and wait, he had this all planned in his sciency mind that Rain was his.

Rain heard the gasp and looks up to see Dew in the front, he promptly pulls away from Phantom and kisses his lips one last time before telling him to wait, he will be back.

Rain comes out of the back goes around the counter to Dew, grabs his badge around his neck, cause he has dreamed about doing this and pulls Dew to him and tells him that he can fill that mouth that is still open with something he might like. He moves away from Dew to lock the front door, and switch the sign to closed.

Dew just stands there in all his shocked glory, until Rain pulls him to the back by his badge. Before going through the door he leans into Dew and closes his mouth, then puts his lips to his kissing him softly before pulling him along for some stress relief that Dew surely needs.

And yes, Rain took those glasses on top of Dew's head and put them on him as he grabbed his hair, wedging his fingers between the bun and his head, to kiss him desperately. That is until he took them off of him and threw them across the room, along with that stupid badge. The lab coat could stay on.

[doyouremem8erme]

Hii can I share a new Marcy Harm idea with you?? A sort of Raised in Amphibia AU with a twist - as soon as Andrias took little Marcy in, he realized she was insanely intelligent, like as a toddler and all she would beat him at flipwart and read complex science books and stuff, like this kid's IQ is through the ROOF. So being a bit of a sciency guy himself he thought, mmmm what if we exchange the Core's current digital hardware for a biological one? The human brain is stronger than any computer in the multiverse. Not only is he giving the Core a body, but a whole new level of software processing like this kid's grey matter is insaneeee just imagine all the weird immortal AI processes you can run in it!

So ever since she's little he basically grooms her into being the perfect host. She spends all her time either connected to weird wires that go deep into her nervous system to prepare her for the Core, or being made to solve puzzles and learn languages and do all of this stuff to exercise her brain. She's super young when the Core is transported into her and Marcy kinda... ceases to exist? She's vaguely conscious of her surroundings but it's not like she has any sense of self or awareness of what's going on. She's like an expectator who can't think feel or understand anything. Her brain is being used by someone else.

So when Anne and Sasha, who also grew up in Amphibia, eventually fight this big bad that's been threatening their world, they're surprised to find out it wasn't like... a robot or a newt in a weird suit, but a small human girl that looks roughly their age and can barely form a word and doesn't know her own name or what's going on. Their entire lives they thought they were the only two humans in Amphibia! They're definitely bringing this one over to the Plantars' farm. If only she could understand what's happening around her. She was a piece of hardware, right? She was a machine. She was vaguely aware of that. She was The Core, or at least its processing system. She doesn't know she's a person.

ohhh this reminds me a lot of my old omelas au except without utterly butchering the concepts of ursela k le guin's work. i LOVE it

and back when i was working on that au i went down a pretty disturbing wikipedia rabbit hole about what it would be like to try to recover from really extreme levels of mental neglect and lemme just say that after they free her . it would take something close to a miracle to let her live a normal life.

now that youve made me think abt this concept again tho i am GOING to be rotating it in my brain so very hard like. in my old fic i hadnt put much thought into how marcy had ended up in that situation but. now. i cant stop thinking about like . anne and sasha finally finding this other human and shes completely broken from being used like that for so so so long. seeing that done to someone. thats a level of horror worse than any of the scary wildlife in amphibia . andrias is SO fucking dead for this one

anyways just for fun heres the opening of the ones who walk away from newtopia. this is super super old. for context it was a human au + olivia is andrias's daughter in it.

i never fully decided how much of this was marcy being used by the core to like. make its choices for how best to rule this utopia and how much it was some kinda karmic magic where all the suffering that would otherwise exist rested solely on her shoulders . but i think the implication was that she was gonna get the core fully downloaded into her at the end there? idk its been a long long time

ok i should probably go leave to go vote!!! yay!!! but i will be THINKING about this. oughhhh used as the cores computer her whole life thats good

[thealogie]

I believe your a great lawyer not despite this blog but in addition to it

I love it when people who are not in creative fields are completely unwell and passionate about any type of art. As someone studying very sciency stuff (which I do love) I often feel out if place with the purely science nerds and all my friends with whom I geek out about theatre and stuff are in liberal arts which leaves me feeling sort of in the middle

so now I love your blog even more (if that was possible)

This is so sweet of you to say ♥️ science people who are artsy are my favorites! I know quite a few and I hope you meet more of them!

Fun story: The first job I got out of law school was at this place that was known for being exclusive. Like even if you had good grades and were talented they still wanted to see something special about you to hire you. Anyway, im convinced the reason I got the job is that when the big shot partner asked me what I was passionate about outside of work i said theatre and I talked about how much I wanted to see the Andrew Garfield Angels in America when it transferred to Broadway. It turned out she’s so unwell about that play that she flew to England to see it multiple times.

The moral of the story: never stop being weird and gay

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002: Barb Larvenor?

002 | Give me a character & I will tell you

How I feel about this character: 

All the people I ship romantically with this character: 

My non-romantic OTP for this character: 

My unpopular opinion about this character: 

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

my OTP:

my cross over ship:

a headcanon fact:

thank you snarky-wallflower the mutual of all time for sending me these i would die and kill for you

HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS CHARACTER: i am very genuinely truly in love with her. she is the light of my life. i cannot go a single day without thinking of her. i want her to kiss me on the mouth and then rant to me about some gadget i most definitely will not understand while i stare at her dreamily. she's just sososososo incredible i love her so much words cannot describe it. she's happy and smart and loves herself and talks too much and is loud and bold and brash i LOVE HER!!!!!!!!!!!

ALL THE PEOPLE I SHIP ROMANTICALLY WITH THIS CHARACTER: i am a spyentist truther til the day i DIE !! i know that half the people in this fandom dont see the point of it and i get it but i just fucking LOVE the idea of their dynamic!!! i also used to think her and the informant would also be a very funny pairing

MY NON-ROMANTIC OTP FOR THIS CHARACTER: carvenor save me carvenor carvenor CARVENOR!!!!!!!!! let them geek out about cool sciency things together while tatiana and curt stare in befuddlement!!!!!!!!!! let them be pathetic and bad and terrible!!!!!!!!!!!!!! owen deserves friends barb deserves friends PUT THEM TOGETHER NOW. i also very much see them as two people who are outwardly very different but inwardly very similar and therefore they deserve to have each other.

MY UNPOPULAR OPINION ABOUT THIS CHARACTER: okay i wildly flip between the different options for this character, and i definitely see the bi vision, but i also really like the idea that she's a lesbian with the worst case of comphet known to mankind. i like bi barb a lot too but idk i like projecting on my characters actually she deserves a little bit of lesbianism. as a treat.

ONE THING I WISH WOULD HAPPEN WITH THIS CHARACTER: i need more content. i need it. i. RUAGHGHAHG. i would also love more art/content for her because she's so expressive and fun!!! honestly one of my favourite characters!!!!!!!! like she's so me in every single way (loud!! loves talking to people!!! enjoys whimsy and joy!!!!!!!!!!) and idk i love her so much guys please appreciate my girl please guys

MY CROSSOVER SHIP: hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm her and esther (solve it squad) would be interesting

A HEADCANON: hmmmmmm. hmmmmmmm. hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. closing my eyes praying the vision comes to me. if you are nice to her One time she will be devoted to you because like. a lot of people arent nice to her and it sucks. also she's a sucker for cute romance books but absolutely adores horror. she's read all of HP lovecrafts books a million trillion times. also she loves making shitty bad science puns and pick-up lines.