#mgs hiding box

[yandereunsolved]

YES. YES. YOU SEE THE VISION. I AM INDEED THE MGS BOX, HUURAH MY INTENTION HAS GOT ACROSS

Need somewhere to hide from all the yanderes 🙏

-📦

I am so glad that I finally interpreted your vision. I see it. I love it. I cherish it.

Yes... I may need to hide with you.

I just don't know how practical it will be. Many of the Snakes will easily find you. They may even be hiding with you.

[burntterrorsandwich]

i forget theres a parrot in metal gear solid, which is so wild.

[kneecapsbelong2me]

Marvel Women x Diabetic!Reader HCs:

When your blood sugar is low

Characters: Kate Bishop, Natasha Romanoff, Maria Hill, Wanda Maximoff, Carol Danvers

A/N: this can be read as platonic or romantic! Also, world diabetes day was last week, but here we are.

Kate Bishop:

Before you met, the food scene at Kate’s apartment was dismal

The only things she ever really kept on hand were boxed Mac and cheese, microwave popcorn, and chocolate bars

Now, (in addition to real food and snacks you can eat more regularly) Kate’s apartment is filled with all of your favorite carb-filled, high glycemic index snacks and drinks

When you go low, she’s immediately offering you everything under the sun

If your favorites are from abroad, she WILL order them, shipping costs be damned

If you’re having a super mild hypo, she’ll pop downstairs and grab you a slice of pizza

Kate Bishop is a bit of a hoverer

Constantly checking in to make sure your sugar levels aren’t going down further

She HATES waiting 15 minutes to see if you’re back above 70 mg/dL (3.9 mmol/L)

Lowkey more anxious about it than you sometimes

“Are you sure you’re not going to collapse?”

“Kate, I’m only at 68, and I had a snack. I’m fine.”

“That is not fine!”

Natasha Romanoff:

Natasha is super observant (obviously, she’s a spy)

Seems to know you’re going low before you do

Will tell you to check your blood sugar because she’s noticing you look a little shaky and out of it

Other times will rummage through your bag and hand you a pack of gummies just as you’re about to tell her you feel low

She keeps little hard candies/gels hidden in the most random places for you

Once you were out and she pulled a candy from a pocket in her shirt you didn’t realize was there

Will never force you to do anything, but will give you her hardest stare if you don’t immediately treat your low (especially if you wear a continuous glucose monitor [cgm])

“I don’t even feel shaky, and you know this thing sometimes shows false lows,”

“I can tell you’re about to go low. Here, drink this.”

“Where were you hiding a juice pouch?!”

“I have a lot of things hidden on my body,”

“IS THAT A GRENADE??”

Maria Hill:

When she found out you were diabetic, Maria did a whole bunch of research, including on the signs of hypoglycemia and how to treat it

She has your lows down to a science

If you have a cgm, she definitely has the app on her phone so it tells her when you’re going low

If the cgm says you’re low, but you don’t feel the symptoms, she makes you check with the finger stick

Has things portioned so each serving has exactly 15 grams of carbs

Makes sure you eat a more substantial snack with protein in it once you’re back in range

Keeps a journal of the dates/times you go low and how effectively different treatments work for you

“I think you should start having an afternoon snack. I’ve noticed you have the most hypoglycemic incidents an hour or two before dinner.”

“Hmm, okay. But only if you take a break and have a snack with me.”

“If that’s what it takes, deal.”

Wanda Maximoff:

Wanda is an even bigger worrier than Kate

She’s lost so many people in her life, and she’ll be damned if she lets you die from something she can directly stop

She keeps a closer eye on your blood sugar than you do

Like Maria, if you have a cgm she has the app to track

Wanda makes sure EVERY alarm is turned on and at the highest volume

When you go out, she carries more snacks than you do

If you have glucagon, Wanda keeps a dose with her, even if you also have one on you

The instant she knows you’re low there is a candy in your hand (before you can even access your own stash)

“If that doesn’t do it, I have three juice boxes, two packs of fruit gummies, and about two dozen hard candies in my bag,”

“Geez, Wanda. That sounds heavy. Which one of us is diabetic again?”

“I just want to make sure you’re okay!”

“Sorry, I know. Thank you for caring so much about me.”

“Of course.”

Carol Danvers: 

You go low while on Carol’s ship once, and she gives you juice from an alien planet and it’s the most amazing thing you’ve ever tasted

She finds out how much you like it and goes back to the planet just to buy it for you so she always has some on her ship

Forget a phone app, Carol has low glucose alerts hooked up to all of her tech no matter what technology you use

She somehow managed to get your finger stick connected to her suit and her ship

If she happens to be off-world and she gets an alert about you going low, she stops what she’s doing to text you

But if she’s “close,” no matter where she is on Earth (or near it) when you go low she will use her super speed to get to you, even if you assure her your fine

“Carol, you really didn’t have to leave your meeting with Fury for this. I have my own snacks.”

“I know, but I’m planetside and I have that juice you like.”

“Thanks for always taking care of me.”

“Of course, I’ll always be here when you need me.”

[bloodmoon-daycare]

Hi! I am Lizzie! But many may know me as @bipolar-sad-and-ready-to-cry !

I run this daycare filled with my Bloodmoons! Some have not been shown yet but are eager to talk! Let me introduce them!

BDB twins: this includes Bloody who’s text looks like this and Harvest who’s text looks like this, Bloody is the more social one of the two but has limited speech due to brain damage, Harvest might seem mean but he’s just going through a lot

Eldritch Bloodmoon: you may call him E!Bloodmoon and his text looks like this, he is very unsure of others and will follow those he trusts all around the place.

Small Bloodmoon: these two are ones I haven’t shown yet but you may call them Small Bloodmoon and their text is like this, they are very nervous and shy, they hide a lot but do want to socialise!

teen disguise Bloodmoon: these two are also ones I haven’t shown yet, they are Bloodmoon but they go by Emery for every one else and go both go by she/her pronouns, their text looks like this when speaking in their disguises voice and this when speaking in their own voice, they are very confident and will punch anyone who messes with them right in the jaw

Artic Bloodmoon’s text is like this they are a baby and only really growls, hisses, squeaks and whines, has learned a few words

Flower’s text is like this they are a baby like Artic is and hasn’t learned any words, be very gentle with them

Unicorn Bloodmoon’s text is like this, very shy but friendly, goes non verbal sometimes

Horrors at the oil rig au Bloodmoon twins are separate, Pressure’s text looks like this and Abyssal’s text looks like this, they do not speak and never will but they can mimic human speech.

The daycare

The caregivers and guardians! Are here!

BDB Sun has text like this. He is the definition of mama bear, he will protect his kids no matter what and will actually kill for his babies.

Eldritch Frank has text like this. He also goes by Fear and is very paternal to Eldritch Bloodmoon. He finds it annoying to try and talk.

Small Bloodmoon’s Solar has text like this. Solar cares for the small twins a lot, he is the one who supplied the snack box in the kitchen.

TD Bloodmoon’s Sun has text like this. He was a fan of Emery’s before he befriended them and found out about their true identity, he truly sees them as little sisters, he loves his fashion and loves bubble tea!

Artic Ruin has text like this. Very much loves Artic Bloodmoon, he loves taking care of any babies of his dimension but he is the primary caregiver to Artic Bloodmoon

Artic KC has text like this. He is the other caretaker of Artic Bloodmoon, he is often the one that hunts for Artic and is often quite, he is often at the pools edge watching Artic play

Flower’s Sun (AKA Flower’s mama) has text like this. Very protective mama

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Secret ones (will not join in on conversations, must be asked for or be in location)

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Spectre Bloodmoon, in the bathroom, loves his soaps speaks like this

Tiny Bloodmoon’s Ruin AKA the monster, a few blocks away, refuses to get any closer, speaks like this

Magical girl Bloodmoon, in the cafe in a booth away from everyone else, speaks like this

Sanrio Bloodmoon, wandering around but usually at cafe also away from everyone else (not with MG Bloodmoon), speaks like this

[smoshidiot]

SMOSH DASHBOARD SIMULATOR

😎 the-chosen

Broke another MGS record last night. My purpose grows greater by the day. Impressive…

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🐻 steviesblog Follow

Starting a new journey! Day 1 of trying to get Ian and Anthony to hang out with me

I don't think they saw me today. Maybe hiding in a bush is too discrete.

🐻 steviesblog Follow

Day 2 of trying to get Ian and Anthony to hang out with me

Anthony hit me with his car. Posts may be delayed for a bit :/

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📦 boxmann

@boxmansgf respond to my texts c'mon =(

🎁 boxmansgf Follow

not until you apologize for calling me a dude 💔

📦 boxmann

babe I'm sorry I miss you. I'd throw boiling water at anyone who wrongs you. come back pls =((

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🔍 smoshanthony

i peaked here

#emo #smosh #y2k #emoboy

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🌸 smoshidiot

ugh guys i'm ngl ian is so penis

🌸 smoshidiot

PRECIOUS. IAN IS SO PRECIOUS. help

☀️ smoshian

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☀️ smoshian

Just found out it's not called a flashlight... YALL ARE SUM FREAKS.

#Anthony showed me one it was so nasty

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Ian looked at me funny today. I CAN AND WILL END HIM !!!!!

😎 the-chosen

You need to chill.

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🕵🏻‍♀️ wet-cop Follow

Please let me know if you see this man's whereabouts. My ask box is open for any tips.

😸 firecrotchney

😭😭 that's literally Ian Hecox

#bestie I promise you Ian did not kill your son

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☎️ urmyfavepizzaplace

you're my favorite pizza place!

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Stop calling me emo. I'm way cooler than those losers.

☎️ urmyfavepizzaplace

you're my favorite pizza place!

🗡️ garretts-blog Follow

shut the hell up

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😸 firecrotchney

Give me what they have

#ugh they're the besties of all time

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[fablesuntold]

Writing sample or open starter from MG Coin Lee Myung-gi because I need more and my brain is filled with him? Idk man ✨

X’s… O’s… did the divide between them even matter anymore with most of the players having already ran off to join Gi-hun’s army on a suicide mission only to wind up presumably dead? Still yet to learn the fates of those brazen enough to charge forward with guns at the ready.. it didn’t take a genius to figure out that by the time the pink suits marched in to apprehend the remaining players who’d vowed to stay behind? Gi-hun and the other brave souls were most likely being stuffed into noir painted coffins laced with pretty pink bows. Which begged the question; would mercy be granted to those who opted to sit out of the violence? It was difficult to tell when the guards swarmed in like an angry colony of wasps whose hive had just been disturbed— players ushered onto their feet and ordered simply to walk.. but to where?

Surely not another game already, right? Not with the element of surprise still buzzing in the air for both players and guards alike— minds muddled from sleep deprivation and hearts racing tenfold with adrenaline. But then again.. perhaps now was the perfect excuse to throw them into another life or death situation. A sort of punishment even for those who took no part in attempting to overthrow whatever evil ran this wretched place.

Already on edge from the whole ambush gone terribly wrong, and Thanos’ death still looming over him, Myung-gi trailed the back of the group, feet barely picking up from the ground as he shuffled along up the now bloodied, bright pink stairwell loitered with bodies scattered from each opposing side. At least now they knew what had gone down.. and Myung-gi found himself thanking Jun-hee his lucky stars that he’d eventually decided against joining the chaos like he’d originally contemplated. Like he would’ve lasted two seconds anyway in the condition he was in.. ending up just another discarded corpse in an eerily silent stairwell.

Swallowing thickly with glassy eyes glued to the ground, it wasn’t until the faint sound of what appeared to be a playground song echoing off the walls did Myung-gi’s blood begin to really run cold.. the exact same tune that had played while standing on the moving carousel during Mingle, only this time? It was slower and less unbeat. Distorted. Unsettling. Like a broken music box using the last of its scratchy breath to sing out one last time.

🎶 ᴿᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ, ᶜˡᵃᵖ!

ᴸᵉᵗ'ˢ ˢᵖⁱⁿ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ

ᶜˡᵃᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ, ᶜˡᵃᵖ!

ˢⁱⁿᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘʳ ˢᵒⁿᵍˢ, ᶜˡᵃᵖ~!🎶

Without realising, Myung-gi’s feet came to a still on their own and like a deer caught in headlights.. he froze. Keeping his cool was something he usually prided himself on, but since the bathroom brawl? He’d been shaken. His hands still trembled and his legs felt like jelly. How on Earth was he expected to get through another hellish round of games without time to truly recover from the shock? It seemed like he had no choice when a harsh nudge to the back from a guard’s gun was given, sending him stumbling into the player in front of him with a stern demand that he “Move.” That tone.. they were no longer trying to hide their true selves anymore, sugarcoating long forgotten about.

He really needed to get it together. Quickly.

[magolorstometrackers]

Heyoo!! I was wondering if you could do a Magolor x reader? I don't really have any ideas in terms of what specifically, so it can be up to you on what you want to put in the drabble. Btw, I love your fanfics, they're pretty amazing!! Keep up the great work ^^

Hi! Of course I can do a Magolor x Reader! Feeling daring going random, eh? I got you covered! One random drabble coming right up! And thank you so much for the compliments, I just try my best! If you don’t mind, I’m also feeling a little daring today, so do you mind if I write a crossover fic? Thinking with Splatfest coming up this weekend in Splatoon, I’d try to combine the two! If not, just send in another ask and I’d be happy to write something else for you!

May The Best Team Win! - Magolor x GN!Reader (Splatoon AU)

“Come on, the voting boxes have been open for an entire week now! And the Splatfest starts in only a few hours!” Magolor practically dragged you by your arm to pledge your loyalty one of the three teams and to pick up your Splatfest Tee.

“Alright, alright! What even are the options this fest, anyways?” You asked. Magolor just stared at you for a good, long moment.

“You… haven’t heard? They finally gave us the fest we all predicted! It’s an ice cream themed fest— vanilla versus strawberry versus mint chip.”

You cocked your head to the side. “Interesting how they’d listen to us for once,” You smiled. “What team are you gonna choose, Magolor?” You added as you two approached the voting kiosk.

“Easy!” Magolor began typing in the player ID that was displayed on his splashtag. “I’m Mint Choco. How about you?”

You hummed, watching Magolor’s Splatfest tee be dispensed at the bottom of the kiosk. He then stepped to the side, allowing you to move forward and begin your selection. You typed in your player ID, and Magolor eagerly looked over your shoulder to see your choice.

You selected your team, and Magolor facepalmed.

“Vanilla? Really?!” He shook his head as you began laughing. “Whaaat?? It’s a classic, we get white ink, and Shiver is really cool!” You protested.

“[Name], you know that means we’ll be going against each other, right?” Magolor tried to hide his disappointment and looked down.

You frowned. “Magolor… don’t give me that face…” You looked around the kiosk area before taking a deep breath. “It’ll just be friendly competition, alright?” You decided maybe the best way to get him to perk up again was to tease him. “Are you just scared your team is gonna lose?”

“What-?! No!” You could’ve sworn that you saw him blush a bit.

“Then prove it to me by fighting hard for your team! And who knows, maybe we’ll come across each other in a match?” You cheered, and Magolor regained his determination.

“Right! I’ll go grab my splatling now, then! See you later, [Name]!” And with that, both you and Magolor rushed off to change your clothes and grab your weapons.

~ . ~

All was going well, and you were having a lot of fun! You kept going, match after match after match. Until eventually, when the splashtags showed on the side screens…

”Better-Than-You Adventurer

Magolor ☆#xxxx”

Oh.

Oh NO.

You had hyped up Magolor earlier, but you knew damn well that he and his hydra splatling were absolutely KILLER. It would be a real challenge that you’re not on the same side as he.

Before you could think any further, you heard the “GO!” sound effect and was launched onto the map.

The map was Scorch Gorge. You and your teammates split up: The carbon roller stayed back to paint base, the aerospray mg took the left, and the painbrush took the right. You, however, were only left with one choice: Taking the middle.

You gripped your weapon and gulped before going for the center build. And lo-and-behold, Magolor was running over the grates to get to the center too.

A thought struck you like an e-liter, and you smiled mischievously. You would surprise Magolor, just to shake him up a little. You held your squid surge against the side of the center build, and waited.

After a few seconds, Magolor made it to the top of the center build and began inking it. But when you jumped up to surprise him, he immediately began charging his booyah bomb.

“Ah, shit…” You said to yourself as you squid rolled out of the center of the map. You made the mistake of looking back, to which you saw Magolor smirk and stick his tongue out at you before launching his booyah bomb…

directly at you.

SPLAT!

Once you respawned on the map, you smiled with malicious intent, albeit nervously. “Oh it is SO on!” You shouted as you charged back for the center. Before you reached the midpoint you made sure your special was charged, and launched it specifically at Magolor.

This went back and forth for the whole game, until the whistle sounded to mark the end of the turf war.

Everyone turned to Judd and Lil Judd except for you and Magolor. You two smirked at each other, waiting to boast to the other about who won the so-called “friendly match”.

Judd and Lil Judd took a good look at the map, and…

Lil Judd held up the teal flag. Team Mint Choco had won this turf war, meaning Magolor won!

You sighed, and hauled up your weapon to leave the lobby and take a break. However, Magolor rushed away from his team to find you.

“Hey! [Name]! Wait up!” He ran after you, to which you stopped and turned around. “Hm? Come to brag or something?” You half smiled.

“No, no, not at all. I actually wanted to say that you put up a really good fight. And…” He blushed in embarrassment. “You were right. It was really fun fighting against you for a change.”

Your eyes widened. “…Did you just learn that phrase?” You teased.

“SHUT UP!” Magolor smacked your arm as you laughed.

“Hehehey! Just being honest, Mags!” You countered.

“Right, whatever. Anyways, wanna go grab something to eat? I heard that there’s this really good food bar by the lobby, and I think you’d like it.” Magolor offered. You smiled and nodded.

“Sure! Let’s go,” You instinctively grabbed his hand. He began blushing, and you tilted your head to the side in confusion. Upon realizing your grip on his hand, you too turned red and immediately pulled your hand away.

“Sorry! I didn’t–“ “It’s okay. I… kinda liked it.”

You two walked to the food stand, Crab-N-Go, and decided to share a pescatariat royale.

“You’ve got something on your face,” You said with your mouth full, and wiped the piece of lettuce off his cheek. “Hey! Don’t speak with your mouth full! It’s rude!” Magolor said as he went against his own words, also guilty of talking before swallowing. You both began laughing as you took a sip of your drink to wash down the meat of the dish.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” Magolor asked. You stopped in your tracks, having not expected to hear such thing from the mage. Your face became even redder than before, having already been cherry tinted from all your giggling.

“No I’m not,” You denied as you looked away, trying to hide your blushing face. Magolor turned your head to look at him and lifted your chin to be closer to himself. What was in that pescatariat royale? It sure must be something with him acting–

You were cut off as his kissed you.

On the lips.

Your face may as well have been an advertisement for Team Strawberry with how pink you looked. Magolor realized what he has just done, and his eyes went wide.

“I’m sorry! I just– I don’t know what– I can–“ He cut himself off as he hid his face in his hands. You had to admit, you had feelings for him for a while. Yet, you pushed them down to some dark place in yourself, somewhere they couldn’t come between what you and him already had.

You pulled his hands away from his face, took a deep breath, and kissed him back. Now he too was a blushing mess.

“So uh… wanna go watch Deep Cut’s live show?” You said with a sheepish smile. Magolor, still recovering from whatever-the-fuck-just-happened, nodded. You gave him a moment to process things, to which he thanked you for.

You two spent the rest of the night exploring Splatsville, and had a blast despite not being on the same team.

~ End ~ Okay I am SO sorry this took FOREVER to get out and I also may have wrote like A LOT TOO MUCH!!!!!!! But when I’m given the opportunity to go ham, I WILL!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hope this was somewhat okay, but like I said before if you don’t like it then I’ll gladly write something else for you. You’re also the first full fanfic I’ve written on this blog other than headcanons, so congrats! I’m sorry I kinda used this as a way of showing my love for Splatfests… but, um! I hope kinda enjoyed this, anon!

“If you ever want to hear more, just let me know!”

[highlifeboat]

What do you mean, you didn't knew Metal Gear is Sci-Fi?

This is literally what "Metal Gear" is:

It has more normal stuff, like Psychic Children:

Vampires:

And Cyborg Ninjas)

Remember when I said I don't know shit about Metal Gear? Yeah, I meant like... I don't know shit about Metal Gear.

My knowledge of it up until this point was literally "If you die some dude yells 'SNAKE'." And like... jokes about hiding in boxes for cover.

And that's it. And I only know that much because so many games (Saints Row included) referenced the "Snake? SNAAAKE!" thing.

I know more about Kingdom Hearts than I do MGS and I've only ever watch one specific part of a KH play through like... 10-15 years ago because it was Nightmare Before Christmas related.

[leatherlaceddiedbadly]

i didnt know a thing abt mgs when i was younger i only knew snake from smash bros and one of his moves was hiding in a box nd my sister told me that he LIVED in the box. so for a very very long time i thought snake was homeless and lived in a cardboard box

[spindledreams]

In Which We Turn Our Plans On Their Heads

I decided I was going to swap out the Felicity body with Marie Grace, since I bought Marie Grace to customize and I want to keep the body size consistent across the dolls I plan to keep. She's newer and her body is slimmer than the preMattel dolls. So I took her out of the Project Doll Box to put her with my supplies for tomorrow, and then I realized that her eyes are more aqua than mine. They're almost as aqua as the aqua-eyed white body Kirsten I've been coveting.

Well, then I went to compare Kirsten's eyes to MG's and saw that Kirsten's eyes are actually kinda greyish. So I took Molly out of the Project Doll Box to compare.

Kirsten's eyes look bluer than Molly's. But when I compared them to the loose iris from the Kirsten I repaired a couple weeks back...

They're definitely greyer than that. So I took a photo of Kirsten and Molly together and overlapped the eyes:

Kirsten on the left, slightly bluer/cooler grey; Molly on the right, warmer true grey.

And all of that had me concerned that my Kirsten was not a Kirsten but a GOT lookalike, possibly a #20. But she has the short wefts in the back of her wig to hide her wig cap when her hair is braided, and unless I'm mistaken, the GOT line didn't have that.

But you know what, it doesn't even matter, because I'm going to play musical eyeballs. I will take MG's aqua eyes and give them to Kirsten, and then I will have my aqua eyed Kirsten without having to hunt for and spend $200+ on a white bodied doll with aqua eyes. And I will take Kirsten's grey-blue eyes, which are closer in color to mine, and put them in the mini-me's head - one is starting to silver a little on the edge so I might repaint it first, or I might repaint them both to be an even closer match to mine. I haven't thought that far ahead yet. It is a little regrettable that it will mean losing the soft brown lashes for Kirsten's eyes but if I'm really really careful I might be able to swap the eyelashes too. I'm not doing a full eye swap tomorrow so I'll look into that later on when I'm finishing up with Kirsten and Custom.

After the eye debacle was over and Molly was back in the box, I took MG to the kitchen after all that to put her with Felicity for body swap and restringing tomorrow. When I had them beside each other, I realized that the 1990s light skinned dolls were paler in the vinyl and brighter in the torso than the 2010s light skinned dolls.

So now I'm rethinking the body swap plan. I will take MG apart tomorrow and clean her vinyl up, and then I'll see how the old limbs look with the new torso and vice versa. That's Tomorrow-Spindle's problem. Tonight-Spindle needs to wrangle an insomniac preschooler to bed.

[astropithecus]

Even getting a diagnosis is a 20-page questionnaire. And not just for you, you also have to administer 20-page questionnaires to someone who lives with you currently, and someone who lived with you as a child. Besides being absurdly intrusive, that is like intentionally designing a process to be hostile towards the people that need it. So I've prepared this guide to help:

Step 1) Overcome the enormous hurdle that is telling a doctor "I think I have an issue that I've tried to hide from people my entire life because of the stigma that it's not a real issue or I'm just lazy"

2) Maintain interest and resolve for the 3-5 days it takes for your stack of paperwork to be delivered to you by mail (yes, mail - no, they can't email it)

3) Inform two more people - this time people you may have complicated relationships with like parents or adult siblings, that may or may not be supportive of you - that you think you've always had this problem but it's the one problem you can't get help for unless they fill out a questionnaire.

4) Coordinate giving them a physical stack of paper. This is a low bar for the person you live with - leave it on the nearest flat surface, when they ask what it is, say "yours, I assigned you homework" (try it, your roommate or significant other will love it). If the people that knew you as a child all live hundreds of miles away, however, now you need a stamp. And a manila envelope because the stack of paper is too big to fold. I haven't had manila envelopes in the house since the aughts. If the stack of paper is too big to fold, does that mean you need more stamps? Google "weight limit stamp". How many pages are in an ounce? It probably depends on the thickness of the paper. What weight paper is an ADHD questionnaire printed on? Do we have a kitchen scale?

5) Decide the U.S. Postal Service isn't the right choice for you, carve out a whole afternoon to call your dad and ask him questions that basically come down to "when I was a kid, did you ever think I was really terrible at everyday things other people do with no problem?" while you write his answers on 24-weight bond paper (you're a paper expert now). Bonus points for keeping him on task and making it through the whole questionnaire if your dad is autistic like mine is - there's a genetic link between autism and ADHD (Ghirardi et al., 2018) so it's not as unlikely as you might think.

6) You still have to fill out your 20 pages, you forgot.

6) Collect together the 60-page sworn deposition about what a broken human being you are and leave it in a stack in a conspicuous place for a week or more because you still don't have a manila envelope. You should probably put something heavy on top.

7) After you've waited the requisite 7 days for your stationery-related executive dysfunction to pass, get frustrated, pound ~500 mg of caffeine, take the naked stack of paper to the post office, mail it back in a flat rate box because it's never going to get done otherwise.

8) Maintain interest and resolve for the roughly 3-5 days it should take for your stack of paperwork to be delivered to the doctor's office, and then remember to call them to see if they got it (no, they can't just email you when they get it).

9) Hooray, now you can get an appointment with a different doctor that can actually give you a diagnosis. That's right, this isn't the process to get diagnosed, this is the process just to even talk to someone that can diagnose you. You have to talk to them in person, even if it's during a globally unprecedented pandemic, so don't forget you have an appointment, and maintain focus and resolve for the 2-3 weeks it takes for them to see you. Note: When you go to this appointment, despite the 60 pages of sworn testimony you mailed back in a flat rate box, they still think you're lying. Probably because nobody ever actually manages to complete the whole thing.

10) After the required amount of grovelling they'll let you play a computer game where you click a box over and over. Note: they will not think it's funny if you refer to it as a game, it is the Conners' CPT 3rd Edition test and it is a very serious clinical evaluation tool. They also will not think it's funny if you point out it looks like something you made in Visual Basic when you were 12. They probably also wouldn't think it was funny if you brought up the fact that Conners' CPT 3rd Edition scores are "are not accurate performance validity tests among adults undergoing clinical evaluation for ADHD" (Scimeca et al., 2021). If you're bad enough at the computer game, you'll receive the coveted Clinical Diagnosis™. They're still not going to do anything to treat it, but you're now worthy to speak to another doctor that might.

11) Note: He's an asshole.

12) There's two step 6s

References:

Ghirardi, L., Brikell, I., Kuja-Halkola, R. et al. The familial co-aggregation of ASD and ADHD: a register-based cohort study. Mol Psychiatry 23, 257–262 (2018). https://doi.org/10.1038/mp.2017.17

Scimeca, L. M., Holbrook, L., Rhoads, T., Cerny, B. M., Jennette, K. J., Resch, Z. J., Obolsky, M. A., Ovsiew, G. P., & Soble, J. R. (2021). Examining Conners Continuous Performance Test-3 (CPT-3) Embedded Performance Validity Indicators in an Adult Clinical Sample Referred for ADHD Evaluation. Developmental neuropsychology, 46(5), 347–359. https://doi.org/10.1080/87565641.2021.1951270

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𓍢ִ໋🀦 𝖸𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾: 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾.

𓍢ִ໋🀦 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐/𝖼𝗐 '𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌' 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀? 𝖨𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, murder, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌.

𓍢ִ໋🀦 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀(𝗌) 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀(𝗌) 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝖯𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍, 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗆𝖾.

𓍢ִ໋🀦 𝖤𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗌. 𝖨 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾/𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝖨𝖿 ���𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍.

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[hotel-japanifornia]

She was hiding in a box MGS style

the pic of maya channeling mia in the detention centre that franziska presents looks like it was taken from someone crouching in the corner like franziska girl were you hiding under the table in the detention centre to get that shot

[ceroro]

Does Cardiegon like Metal Gear Solid?

she hide in da box

(doesn't know too much about MGS!!!)

[inkysandwich]

Jian YI's little tippy taps are fucking adorable. How he went from despondent to joyful in 1.5 seconds like a dog when its owner comes home 🥺

Also...

I love how OX really played with perspective in this chapter...

Mo is breaking out of the gutter here, and I'm not sure I've ever seen OX do this before (but please correct me if I'm wrong!) I don't know if the dual meaning of the term carries from English to Chinese, but I hope it does because I'm pretty confident that Mo is trying to pull his mind out of the gutter here. And who can blame him after waking up to a face full of He Tian? 

But even if it doesn't, the implications of breaking out of the comic's gutter is still there. It's like he's trying to pull back to reality and take a good look at himself. Like he's edging out of that little box he's been put in by society and the powers that be (OX supremacy!). Like the author is letting him break out of his shell just a bit. Letting him see himself in full without barriers. Letting the readers see what he really sees in the mirror now. It's so good.

And this one...

Are we watching these boys from the closet?! I've been to enough cheap hotels to assume that this is where they store the irons that will absolutely burn your clothes.

But what's decidedly NOT in this closet are HT and MGS. Even if it’s not a closet (and I’m pretty sure it is), this perspective is so voyeuristic, as if even the readers aren't supposed to see this intimacy. The boys are still locked away in the privacy of their room, but they're out in the open of that space, hiding from everyone but each other. It's not a leap from the closet, but they're (mostly Mo) cautiously stepping out, slowly acclimating--and so we're forced to leave of the room and give them some privacy. It's beautiful.

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Did OX get a new assistant or something? This chapter seemed very artistically different. With the rich backgrounds and JY’s face in part 1 and the new perspectives in part 2, it definitely feels like something changed. And I'm here for it!

[theomnicode]

Sleep medicine?

Bullshit.

You're just trying to hide the fact that you tried to knock her out just now with a mind attack and layered it beneath the actual truth. Nice bluff though.

Because medicine and poison both have to circle through the cardiovascular system but they work remarkably differently, so sleeping pill does not operate instantly. Common sleeping pills work within roughly 20-30minutes after ingestion and they do not produce a knockout effect, pretty sure because it has to make a full rotation through the bloodstream in order to reach the brain once the capsule inside the stomach containing the medicine melts and actually takes effect, while deadly poisons like cyanide work within minutes.

I am going to assume that the poison is actualy real deal, since blood is starting to come out of his mouth and eyelids and his veins bulging and he changed colour, matching symptoms to cyanide poisoning where the person afflicted gets reddened skin.

If hydrogen cyanide is inhaled it can cause a coma with seizures, apnea, and cardiac arrest, with death following in a matter of seconds. At lower doses, loss of consciousness may be preceded by general weakness, dizziness, headaches, vertigo, confusion, and perceived difficulty in breathing. At the first stages of unconsciousness, breathing is often sufficient or even rapid, although the state of the person progresses towards a deep coma, sometimes accompanied by pulmonary edema, and finally cardiac arrest. A cherry red skin color that darkens may be present as the result of increased venous hemoglobinoxygen saturation. Despite the similar name, cyanide does not directly cause cyanosis. A fatal dose for humans can be as low as 1.5 mg/kg body weight. Other sources claim a lethal dose is 1–3 mg per kg body weight for vertebrates.

Bradbury refers to cyanide as “notorious” thanks to its starring role in spy thrillers. It was also the grisly method of murder in German death camps. Like arsenic, cyanide found its way into people’s homes thanks to its brilliant synthetic blue hue. But what made it such a perfect poison is its near flavorlessness and its potency. Only 1/500th of a teaspoon can kill an adult. Cyanide works by sticking to the hemoglobin in our red blood cells, causing mass devastation to a cell’s ability to create energy in the body. Its effects are similar to arsenic, but cyanide works much faster, immediately harming the heart. A crushing headache and nausea are the first symptoms, followed soon after by unconsciousness and coma until the heart stops. There are antidotes, but speed is essential — as 95% of accidental ingestions are fatal.

Dude got stabbed by cyanide needle into the eye, that would imply he has a crapton of resistance to it like Pig God.

Not the first poison that has been mentioned in OPM...the first one being arsenic, the slow acting poison. Genos symbolically carries Hijiki boxes, seaweed, around that Saitama gladly eats, which can contain arsenic.

Arsenic holds a special place in a poisoner’s heart because of the sociopathic ability to use small amounts over time to mimic natural illness, like cholera, influenza and even food poisoning. At lower doses, vomiting and stomach cramps occur. Over time, arsenic disrupts the cells’ ability to transport energy, rendering even basic cellular function impossible. As symptoms escalate, nerve damage sets in, leading to organ failure and death.  

We've yet to see the worst poison one never wants to ingest though.

Fubuki can't actually operate her psychic powers properly because she's not just sleepy, but her state of consciousness got altered. Otherwise she definitely could have tried to at least defend herself. Saitama himself seems to be displaying obtundation to stuporous effects, only really reacting with grimace, not reacting at all when he fell down and why he botched his landing.

We've seen the same deal when Tareo was waking up and groggy.

Why is this important?

Well for one thing...he was able to knock a trained psychic out with just a snap of his fingers. That is probably why Tatsumaki was immediately so concerned too, the sudden loss of consciousness from her sibling, because she felt it in the wavelenght.

But it also denotes that instead of just sweeping attacks, he is able to attack the consciousness of a person to a surgical level, not unlike hypnosis. And that he may have far, far more precise control over his psychic powers than first anticipated. Even if he does not have the raw power.

Something to watch out for indeed. This is the skill he wants to keep as secret last resort.

Though...the poison may still be quite effective. He just needs to extract it from his own blood. Cyanide is touted as great murder weapon, after all.

Another thing interesting in this chapter is the speech bubbles. There is often no direction where they come from when Tsukuyomi is speaking, which would suggest to me telepathic speech. But also...suggestion.

What he might be doing is actually leaving behind mental suggestions for the entire Fubuki group, to not question if the Psychic sisters suddenly just disappeared or died on them.

It also reminds me of Blast who activates his power by making hand signs and snapping his own fingers too. So it may be reference to divine power too.

Something I've definitely noted is probably OPM God's power, that it actually has crazy amount of influence that we are not seeing, which Tsukuyomi is a reference to. But I'm pretty sure it's being confirmed.