#oc: the scientist

[thebadtimewolf]

some oc lore for some new folks but its a long post

Nyintr is a planet that houses an unconventional monarchy-like rule over its subjects. Involved in time and space exploration, it's here where these species labeled Janllandis (for outsiders), Nyintirans are a curious species. They showcase extreme longitivity in age and it shows prevalent in height. A simple Nyintr year is 3650 Earth years past. With a day on Nyintr lasting for 5 earth years - luckily for humans that reside on Nyintr, they do not age the same rate since it is after all another day. Though having to be 30 to 35 means every day is five birthdays! How sweet! At least the eyes show their age if they were to return to Earth.

Some citizens are as over 2,722 ft tall and others are larger. The oldest to date are so large that unfortunately are too huge to reside there - seen as eldritch tall. This makes certain species like humans, gallifreyans, and others seem almost grain-like side by side. Which is a very good thing Nyintirans are a shapeshifting species. Specifically, it varies upon family and genetic backgrounds. To easily summarize it, they prefer to be titled as adaptive shapeshifting. Most Nyintirans are time sensitive due to the planet formerly being a time vortex to a star before solidfying itself with a strong gravitational pull to form a planet. It is only recently the locals discovered the sentience of the planet itself.

Base appearences vary upon the Nyintirans, in the royal family, their skin pigment are various blues, cool greens, violets, and dark browns. Facial structures however - still using the royal family as the example - are the earth equivalent of african, aboriginal, or black with a few south asian and indigenous. Because of the royal family and thei hybrid nature of being both Gallifreyan and Nyintiran, their base selves - if we stick with earth terminology - are in the category of black or person of color (abbrev. POC).

As mentioned earlier, they are ruled in a unconventional monarchy. The current ruling family is the Tavįàümńs. Generationally, going by the surname Benedies or the Benedie Royals. While most monarchal families are revolved around high status in genetic family trees or residing within said family tree via distabt cousins by marriage - the Benedie royals seek outside the expected/assumed boundaries. They marry and court off-worlders gallifreyans, humans, hybrids: if it's off world, its for them. The current ruler is Dowger Queen Evangeline Tavįàümń alongside her husband, the gallifreyan titled the Scientist. Though, he has the status of Emperor for yet another planet, he is married into the title Dowger King-Emperor. Evangeline's twin sister, Mariana, is Dowger Tsesarevich Mariana Tavįàümń.

Evangeline has four children with the flexible title, High King or High King. Their names, in order of initial recorded birth, are as follows: Allura, V, Vin and the Vigilante. Due to the monitored temporal interference of Great Queen V and Dowger Queen Evangeline, the birth order is currently as follows: Allura, Vin, V, and the Vigilante. Their titles are High Queen Allura, High King Vin, Great Queen V and Great Queen the Vigilante.

Despite the usage of their public names in accompany to their titles, their birth names are in their place on official Nyintiran documents. Each child have their own domain that resides on this planet, however, as of current times: this is all ruled by their parents and grandparents.

This particular royal family have intergrated different off world cultures and taboos to accommodate their spouses. Which others would frown upon, Nyintirans are - if not known for the blasé approach to bloodsport - rather open minded. Highly curious as well and all around open and accepting. As well as the multiple spouses sharing a title with their own freely given court.

As told, monogamy is rather rare - though not unheard of to be considered a taboo, not by any means - in terms of relationships within this species. This is probably to due to their lack of secrecy since they are also a telepathic species. They can speak but, they are mainly a telepathic species. Unlike the Gallifreyans who are a tactile telepathic species unless using a general word - the infamous verbal link 'contact' - Nyintirans do not need consent to enter one's mind. Similar to the species labelled as TARDISes or TT Capsules, if you can think, you are then known. Similar to if you can speak, you are then heard.

The languages they have are very nearly polyglot. Which makes translation circuits a tad obsolete for this species - they learn by hearing and reading and signing. Many of the technology there are adaptive for all. Many places that are rather not wheelchair accessible - places that quite frankly are unsafe for anyone to access - are accessible. This is also due to the sentient nature of the landmass on Nyintr. So if you wish to go splunking with a group of friends but you are medically bound by your bed - don't fret for you too can explore the forbidden caverns and fight for survival against the Crawlers! Neat!

Nyintirans are, as seen above, are not shy about gore and other serious topics that make some uncomfortable or fearful on Earth. However, if it is unconsentual, the perpetrator is usually mutilated. Even more dificult to lie when they can see and understand what the mind concocts. Deeply and swiftly investigated, there is a choice of prison for less severe and frowned up crimes.

Most Nyintiran prisons are actually more residential housing complexes so when one leaves, a job they had applied for or went online to graduate for, it is already available for them with an address for a furnished "house or apartment on hold" for them to reside. This however varies upon the crime.

Fighting or threatening a Nyintiran can become a mating ritual if the Nyintiran finds the threat attractive. Which is historically known to be off putting to some offworlders who are used to those tactics as a self-isolation method. Similar to a mating dance.

Nyintirans are very hard to kill, with only one success being recorded as accidental via weeping angel during the end of the last of the great time war. This is why mutilation by Nyintiran standards varies from the comparisons of other species. Bullets, blasters or other usual means that tend to be more effective in killing other species tend to fail for Nyintirans despite any Nyintirans trying their best to accomodate to "fit in" with their shapeshifting. On record, Nyintirans have more than one internal organ than the number of internal organs a Gallifreyan has - if we were to compare - but due to their natural shapeshifting, its possible the internal structure has changed.

In terms of offspring with off-worlders, Nyintirans and whoever they are mated with, the children are raised initially in Nyintiran culture and ways before integrating into the spouses' culture and life. For the royal family, specifically the offspring of the Dowger Queen and King-Emperor, their Nyintiran side is dormant with their Gallifreyan side being the forefront. However, since both species are time sensitive, it is possible that the children can feel the years go by. Which implies they are older than what is recorded and turn makes the queen and other family members older than what is on record. Hybrids of hybrids however - at least from what is recorded in terms of the royal family - can choose to fully become the introductory species than their birthright or even be both! Which is fascinating that the shapeshifting origin of said offspring can evolve in such a way.

This being said, infertility is a choice Nyintirans can adapt to. Mating with a Nyintiran or a hybrid offspring of a Nyintiran makes most if not all off-world infertility moot. The Nyintiran can shift in a way to birth a child if their partner are unable to do so or be the "giver" in the process. All that is needed is the genetic dna of their partner - varies upon touch to kissing or in other ways. Then the Nyintiran can shift internally or externally in the method commonly used for that planet so it will always be a Nyintiran birth. This is how the offspring of the Dowger Queen's were created post-off worlder curse. Yes, it is as silly (and / or horrific) but the Nyintiran doesn't feel the possible pain that is expected when seeing the sight of the process.

Children recieve the basic education seen on other worlds before added education - by the time they graduate college in Nyintiran culture, they are then thrusted into essentially pre-k in off worlder education systems. Which makes them overqualified on the subjects given in other schools but, this is to form connections off planet. They, in addition, learn body endurance - though this is for hybrids as Nyintirans are usually taught this in middle school biology. Which to off worlders would be titled as militaristic indoctrination and scientific experimentation. There are therapists for those that are more troubled by this in early development. However, one can opt out and be home schooled.

The planet's atmosphere is earth-like. The sky however is violet. Nyintr has five moons with the folowing names: Vyasm Mirusefa, Luha'er, Ovisi, Ya’kil, Sa’tckyav. Three suns - two that actually circulate the planet and the main sun of a blue star in the solar system they reside in. There are several languages but there are two languages - old language and current. It is known they have a religion but, joining it is unexplained by the locals.

Vehicles vary though some can be labeled as "motor vehicles" and "tt capsules" even though the names are different if asked. Considering Tardises are both a flora and being their own species, the term "vehicle" is too oversimplified. There is however a "garden" as their own continent on Nyintr formed after the marriage of the now Dowger Queen and Dowger King-Emperor.

International affairs such as war: Nyintirans tend to avoid it if asked. It is a political affair that involves the interference of the monarchy. If there is an attack on a royal, the rest will attack in turn unless dissuaded to act by the attacked royal. Juristiction is unlimited but, this isn't used by the royals themselves. Except those that travel off world.

Nyintr have longer seasonal holidays due to longer weather cycles.

Any other further topics about the subject can be asked.

[oakbruh]

Mister scientist with his new haircut

[crow-caller]

as a child there's nothing cooler than a kid who gets subjected to evil experiments and gains special abilities. it's even cooler if these abilities also cause unfathomable suffering to use/against others. children love stories like this.

[themadvigilantist]

Mun v. Muse

piccrew: here and here

tagged by: @jimbo-spacehawk

tagging: whoever wants to

in order left to right: evangeline, v, mariana, the scientist, the mun, the vigilante ( @thebadtimewolf ), hae ( @drbabygirl ), penny ( @pennybraddock ), and izzy ( @egyptroyal )

[may12324]

shes brat, if brat was a killer fairy princess

[tsuutarr]

Yandere!Scientist Husband x Reader

“Till death do us part.”

Marrying you is the best thing that’s ever happened to Thomas. Well, that’s a lie, actually – anything involving you, from your first meeting to your first date to your engagement to everything, is the best thing that has happened to him and will happen to him. Just being with you makes his heart whole and life full.

But when he said that he would never part from you unless one of you died, he hadn’t expected your death to come so suddenly. No, he thought – dreamt – that you would live happily together well into your old age, before passing away peacefully next to each other. So, when he gets the phone call from the hospital informing him that you had been in an accident, Thomas’ world stops moving. It’s as if a part of him has crumpled to dust, leaving nothing but traces of your memories.

But somehow, he’s able to go through the motions of preparing for your funeral, despite his body feeling like an empty husk of a person.

It’s only when your funeral is over that Thomas has an epiphany. Death doesn’t have to separate you two. Oh, no. So, in the dead of night, Thomas goes to the graveyard. He pulls out your coffin, before pulling your corpse out. You’re still so beautiful even after death, almost like you’re sleeping. No, you are sleeping. Thomas will find a way to wake you up. With that thought, he cleans up the graveyard perfectly so that no one is aware about your corpse’s disappearance.

Thomas soon goes back to his normal life, at least in the public eye. While parading a mask of perfect normalcy in front of others, Thomas secretly begins his experiments. He’s nothing if not a scientist, so it’s really not that difficult for him to lock himself in his lab for hours upon hours. He perfectly preserves your body for the day he’ll finally have the knowledge to bring you back. It’s not an easy process and he has to start small, but after decades of work, he’s close to having you back.

Yes, he’ll have you back soon. Not even death can keep you from him.

[celestite-caroline]

renamed and slightly tweaked dr. variable and also gave her a robot daughter. life is good

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your character doing chemistry :)

[heartfullofleeches]

[Yan Scientist approaches Slime Reader's cage]

"Doctor! Keep your distance! That creature's slime dissolves clothing as if it were tissue paper."

[Slime darling looks around their cage before pointing at themselves]

Slime Reader: ???

[They make eye contact with the scientist - opening their arms wide for a hug despite the walls of thick glass between them]

Slime Reader: :D <3

Yan Scientist: Everyone out of the lab.

"Doctor-"

Yan Scientist, messing with the keypad wired to the slime's cage: Emergency testing - everyone out of this room right fucking now.

[yan-maid-cafe]

Yandere Scientist

Imagine being taken care of by a yandere scientist...

Lev was a down on his luck scientist. He had been obsessed with marine biology since he was a young boy. Researching various forms of aquatic life, it was his passion. So when he got out of college and got a job as an assistent at one of the biggest marine biology facilities in the country. Slowly climbing the ranks until he became a researcher of his own.

But he felt the passion slowly begin to die. It wasn't the deep sea expiditions and discovering long forgotten species like he had expected. Instead it was mostly busy work. Look at these scales, watch this video, go to this lecture. It was a drag. Nothing like the life he wanted for himself. And he couldn't escape it. Life felt like a drag...

He just wanted to end it all...

Than something unexpected happened. He was doing his standard report on his recent findings when he got a sudden call from one of the higher ups, the ones who rarely spoke to anybody. They told him that he was selected for a top secret project and wanted to know if he was in. His curiosity got the better him and agreed, filling out all the NDAs and paper work immediantly. What could be so important that he needed to sign all of this?

He was escorted to a new lab, being told it was where he would be staying for the forseeable future. He was confused by what assignment he had been given. But than he saw it. He saw you...

In a small holding tank was a creature he had only ever seen in myth. A large fish like tail that appeared to have been torn up with large gashes in the tail and a ripped caudal fin, all wrapped in water proof bandages. Or at least the best they could wrap it. But from the waist up was a person. They looked human, except for the scaled texture on various parts of their skin, the webbed hands, and fins in place of ears. They were scratched up there as well, with wrapped up arms and even a damaged facial fin. They were a merfolk.

One of the higher ups told him the story. How a group of fisherman went to a new area by their home to fish, but when they went to leave something had gotten caught in the propeller and when they looked again there was just a large thing of blood. They believed that you had gone to investigate the new boat only to get caught in the propeller when they went to leave. Which left your body scared and damaged. Though they had no confirmation, mainly due to the fact there seemed to be some kind of language barrier. With the merfolk only speaking in chirps and chatters, leaving them unable to get anykind of information out of you.

So that just left Lev's new job. He was meant to take care of you until your body healed while also observing you. It was a nice change of pace from the boring life he was used to, and there was something so thrilling about being on an assignment that so few people knew about. But he didn't expect thing to change so much...

There was something about you that just made him feel alive. Maybe it was your cute face or childish curiosity. There was just something there that he adored. He could spend all day watching you. Just witnessing you play with the various bath and water toys he had bought you in his off time. And he couldn't stop the ache in his heart whenever you struggled. Having to stop swimming when the pain in your tail became too much to bare, or when you're unable to control your swimming due to your damaged caudal fin leaving you to bump into the glass of the tank constantly. He just wanted to stay by you, he just wanted to care for you. You were all he had anymore...

So when he was called into a meeting with the higher ups, he was in shock. They believed you were healed as much as you could on your own, and it was time for them to step in. That some of the scientists had been making a prosthetic tail fin, something meant to replace your caudal fin. And that once you got the hang of the prosthetic they'd let you return home. He couldn't believe it.

When he got back to his lab, he threw everything on his desk to the floor. They couldn't do this to him. Not after everything you two had gone through. What did they think would happen? Did they just plan to chip you like some kind of animal and let you back out? You were almost killed once already, they were just throwing you back into the jaws of death. You hadn't even been around danger in months, almost a year. You couldn't function on your own in the cold dangerous ocean. You couldn't function without him. And he couldn't function without you either. You needed eachother, what would you do seperated?

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he looked over at the tank. How long had his hand been pressed against it? But that wasn't what he cared about, all he cared about was your webbed hand on the other side of the glass. Pressed to the same spot as his. A broken laugh spilled from his lips as he pressed he cheek against the glass, tears in his eyes as he spoke to you. Uncaring of whether you could understand him or not.

"I-I knew it. I knew you felt the same. You don't want to go back to that cold dark place. You want to stay with me too. I just know it. They won't take you away. They can't take you away. I'll take both of us out of the picture before I let them rip you out of my arms. My world. My life~..."

[bytesyzd]

what they have together is a secret third thing

[oakbruh]

Who gives Mr. Scientist haircuts on the space station?

He does it himself. But he's not very skilled at it.

[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. "won't miss your favourite cock?" : 

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you are now regretting your nights of passion with your bosses. because when you try to resign after witnessing some horrific things done by their hands - well, let's just say that jìngyí very promptly reminds you of a few photos in his possession. along with how your body will always crave him and his husband.

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“Now why couldn’t you be a good girl like this when you first stepped in?”

Your trembling knees split over a dark pants leg. Calloused palms graze the exposed, soft flesh of your thighs. With long fingers curling into your supple skin and pulling you closer. Pressing your folds covered by black panties down onto his leg.

A soft mewl drips from your lips before your hand raises to your flushed face. Shame filing you to your core as you are ground down on your boss’ thigh. If only to whimper when he circles your wrist with his grip and pins it to the arm of his ebony office chair.

“Now,” Jìngyí tuts. A small spank delivered to your ass before he’s pressing you down further. The pressure combined with the bouncing of his leg twists pleasure through your core and your head throws back slightly. “Why hide that pretty face from me, sweetheart? Let your boss see how well you ride his thigh.”

The slow smile on his perfect lips made you wish to slap it off of his gorgeous face. Sharp features that hang a dark expression at the idea of doing this to you.

Again.

Tears of frustration well in your eyes. If only to spill when two fingers reach down, pull your panties to the side and stroke at your little clit. “A-Ah - sir,” is all you can whine. Hips bucking into his a bit more at the swirls of pleasure.

“There you go.” Jìngyí’s dark croon makes your ears wish to bleed. All you can do is helplessly rock yourself down on his thigh. On his thumb that mercilessly rubs at your throbbing clit. Just to see the way that you spill all over the fabric of his pants.

“I thought you enjoyed my touch? You did so last time. Oh how you spilled.”

His hand yanks your thighs up a bit. So that he can deliver a small smack to your weeping cunt before he’s shoving you back down and grinding you rougher. A yelp, then long, whining moans pull from your lungs and your hands shakily take his shoulders.

The look on your face says it all. Of course, you have always been painfully attracted to him - and his husband - you even found yourself between them on a few nights of passion. But recent events drove you to try your luck at quitting. Fearful of those that you called superior. Those you thought were gentle, benevolent.

Which is what wounded you up here. Riding on your boss’ lap after he so promptly reminded you of what exactly he has on your name. . . the scatter of nude photographs you so foolishly consented to blare on his desk. Evidence of your naivety.

Perhaps you should simply enjoy it. You do. The wonderful feel of the fabric against your quivering slit. His hands all over you. Either gripping at your thighs and grinding you faster or slipping up to cup at your breasts. His rough thumbs running along your perked nipples after a small spit to slick the sensitive flesh.

“How you mewled for me, my dear. Barely wanted me to leave this tight little pussy huh?” The doctor’s deep voice rings against your ear. His hands clamp down on your thighs and slot you over further. Fingers part your folds. Creating the most intense combination of pressure and friction that has you whining out and limping into him. Your hips sloppily grinding as pleasure swells through your being.

“S-Sir - Jìngyí - please,”

“Oh no, darling. Please, cum for me, hmm?”

That drawl in his voice. The way he reaches down to flick at your clit before tracing back up to rub your hard nipples. The feel of his lips is devilish on your neck. His hands. Everything.

You cannot stop yourself from the moan that spills. The desperation in both your tone and actions as you clench up around nothing. The pleasure brings a memory of his thick cock splitting you in two. Milking you for all you’re worth. And -

It’s enough to have you cumming. Creaming on his pants leg as your face falls into his shoulder. Mouthing into his neck as you moan for him. While your hips needily rock into him to ride out your orgasm. Feel that pleasure just a bit longer.

“There you go. That’s my girl. There she is.”

Jìngyí lets out a husky chuckle. Pulling at your thighs again so that you are kneeling over his. An eager tongue swipes across his lower lip at the sight of your essence dripping. Without warning - two fingers swipe along your slit. Stroking a few times before bringing the slick to your mouth.

His eyes said it all. Open darling. And so you do. Greedily taking in your own cum so that you might feel his digits press at the back of your tongue. Hear that deep chuckle of approval.

The hitch in his breath tells you he’s about to speak — if not for the door that slides open. Your heart stops, yet when you try to pull away from his fingers he merely curls them on your tongue and claws at your thigh.

“So,” a smooth voice, practically dripping with velvet, eases into the room. A familiar song that has you pressing your hips down onto Jìngyí’s thigh. “Suppose you were right, gēgē.”

A trail of saliva is all that connects your mouth to the doctor’s fingertips before he spins you around to face his husband’s cunning smirk. Those large hands split your thighs as Jìngyí grinds his hard bulge up into your dripping pussy. Earning a moan for Rishen who only grins at the sight.

“My - is it even considered blackmail at this point?”

He murmurs. Maroon eyes cast a glance to the pictures across the desk - a flash of memory washes over his gaze before the lust is all focused on you again. His smooth hands press down on your inner thighs as he leans over you. Red lips pressing to yours slowly, sensually. You cannot help but whimper.

Realisation rears its head. And your cunt throbs at the idea of being used by the husbands again. It twitches at the mere sight of them exchanging a kiss over your shoulder.

“Such a desperate little thing. But as promised,” Jìngyí sighs with a small shake of his head. “She is all yours first, my love.”

It’s all you heard before blurs find your vision. You aren’t even sure when you wounded up in Rishen’s lap who took his husband’s place in the chair - who you now face as Jìngyí leans against the desk. You couldn’t even remember hearing the buckle of his pants -

All you can feel is his hardened tip running along your wet slit. The mere notion that he’s already hard and ready for you has you whimpering.

“Mister Herrera . . .”

Your croak is greeted by one of those delicate, ring-decorated hands again. Fingers that wrap around your jaw and flex to squish at your face. Pull your head to the side to meet his addicting kisses once more.

“Hmm, darling? Are you scared?” Rishen’s drawl has you squirming. Especially when his tip drags between your folds. Collecting your slick and smearing his own.

“Shouldn’t be. You remember your favourite cock, right?”

And oh, does your pussy remember. It clenches the second he begins easing in. Inch by inch. As though trying to cling to it - make sure he never leaves again. Thank him for filling you to the brim as he always does.

Needy moans spill. Your hips buck at the feel of his dick throbbing in your gummy walls. The way that his hands guide your hips so that he can grind up against all of those perfect spots that have you mewling.

“R-Rish - Rishen,”

His spank to your thigh immediately has you correcting yourself. A trembling - ‘sorry Mister Herrera’ - taking its place before all you are subjected to is hiccups and gasping moans.

He fucks up into you mercilessly. As always. His grip easing from your thighs, to your hips - wrapping around your waist so that his gold rings dig into your skin. The new leverage that he has gives him the perfect force to bounce you like a ragdoll back onto his cock.

“A-Ah - hngh -mngh!”

“Yeah - yeah look at that. You were going to leave this, darling? Leave this cock? Huh?”

You sob and shake your head as the wet plapping of skin fills the room. Rishen makes sure that his balls slap against your fluttering folds repeatedly. Make sure you take all of him so that you can remind yourself what you tried to leave.

It is only when you see a blink in your vision that you look up properly. The sight before you only makes you clench up and cum around Rishen with a whining gasp.

Jìngyí stands there, leaned against the desk with a holographic screen at his right fingertips. Two fingers over a digital camera lens - very obviously recording the scene. You and your sopping cunt taking your other boss’ cock as though you were made for it. Spilling all over his lap as though you hadn’t brought your resignation in this morning.

“Seems like someone is a bit too excited over being filmed,” murmurs the doctor. Resisting the urge to reach his free hand down and stroke over his own bulge.

Rishen’s chuckle mocks your ear. A sharp clap echoes through the room. With the stinging flesh of your ass the evidence of his harsh hand. “Seems so. Ever the needy slut.” His hips piston with more force. If that was even possible. Pounding up into you until you’re throwing your head back and sobbing out apologies.

“P-Please - please - Rihh - Jìng - hngh.”

“Please what, my dear? Please fuck me faster? Please fill me up?”

“Please keep me here? Please keep recording?”

Their taunts bring tears to your eyes and squeeze the air out of your lungs. If not that — then the way that Rishen abruptly stood. Shoving you to the desk so that your legs dangle and rutting against your ass until you’re drooling all over the wood. Eyes rolled back. Cum squirting down your quivering thighs.

“Good little whore. Why leave when your pussy so desperately wants to stay?”

Rishen removes himself with only slap to your sopping cunt. Switching places with Jìngyí who wastes no time in unbuckling his pants and easing a rough hand over your head. So that your face is shoves into the desk. Moans melting into the wood as he presses into your dripping hole.

His groan is heavy. So are his thrusts. Heavier than his husband’s. More demanding - they shook the table even more somehow. All while you can do nothing but take it. Take - and take - and take your favourite cocks until you’re spilling all over the floor.

Dizzy. Pleasure filled. Begging for more. What a fool you were to think you could live without this.

“That’s it. Such a loyal whore.”

“Better get used to it, sweetheart. If you won’t be our secretary - how does our pretty little cumdump sound?

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[woolysstuff]

He said it he said the thing guys

[arsieu]

kind of forced myself out of my comfort zone ig!?? I had this idea for a while (and I used it as the reason to procrastinate on artfight lol)

tagging you once again @leonenjoyer69,,, both amazing characters belong to him 🤭

[wizard-legs]

Mad scientist greets the consequences of their actions

EDIT btw there’s a part two (that’s actually a part one) to this post now.just so you know..