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[maddragon15]

Finalized design for my version of Etho for hermitcraft s10!

Warning long infodump ahead about the decisions made and general lore

So I've had this idea that redstone is like uranium. Powerful, can be used for energy + various machinery and scientific discoveries, used to increase the value of the everyday lives (uranium girls ref) but with the major cause of life deletion/life altering affects. I believe that it would cause more mutations within redstoners over the course of time they are exposed to it and the varying degree that they're covered in it. But redstone is a fairly new resource that has been discovered in the world of minecraft/hermitcraft. So the research behind it isn't as strong nor as known as it should be. Therefore every effect that happens to the pioneers of redstone is completely new and unheard of. Which might be the reason why some builders like Grian, Scar, Ren, Gem, etc are hesitant to fully learn redstone mechanics due to the unknown nature of it but still aren't fully opposed because of the benefits it has.

In my world of hermitcraft for season 10 it's built off of the fact that there's quite a few people leaning into that cybery, technological, sci-fi theme. Like the Punks, then Ren's Gigaverse and of course the nature of Doc in general. So the main story is that this world of hc2410 is that it's a world that was much similar to earth. It went through the usual set of technological feats bit by bit, culture by culture.

For a long time their main power source which fueled everything was glowstone, a semi renewable material exported from the Nether and harvested from blazes and the blaze rods. Blaze rods were grinded down then compressed into glass like bilets which were then heated, strained, and forged into various forms that were needed. For a while it was small 2x2 inch cubes mainly used in lamps and later 6x6 foot cubes for lighthouses. But as the age of the iron wore on, technology looked much like the era of the vacuum tubes.

Thus began the swap of simplified forms of glowstone into the complexities of tubes and the requirement of more materials and longer time to create these specialized parts. Though that didn't stop what pioneers were part of that era, these guys being Etho, Tango, Doc, and Mumbo. Now these guys were very basic hybrids, Etho an arctic fox, Tango a nether born blaze, Doc whom was a rare specices of creeper, and Mumbo who was actually just a human. It took long and multiple days worth of work to even produce what would be a 4 part machine in modern redstone technology with glowstone. Though these guys were at this point young and determined to optimize their creations.

Glowstone in itself was a relatively safe material to work with unless of course consumed, if consumed it would wear down the lining of the stomach, cause holes in the intestines, and heat the user to an unbearable degree akin to the infamous iron bull method of torture except it was your insides and only your insides being subjected to it. To the person that found this out would never be credited and largely forgotten in most history records. Mainly because he died such a painful death and most didn't want to remember it. So when Etho was working on the mines with his crew and discovered redstone there was a guess and perhaps a hope that it would be as safe as glowstone. Therefore safety percautions that were used with materials like obsidian and diamond were thrown out the window. Instead it was instantly collected into glass cylinders and brought back to the workshop to be played around with.

Thus the reason why for most parts of hc2410 many will be seen with previous and malfunctioning innovations or straight up tech from the glowstone era. One of these people is Mumbo who still uses comms from the glowstone era as a way to keep his small hometown economy running because any way to help Big Ron was a win in his book. Pearl is also another example user of older innovations or at least less redstone heavy variations. Rather going into the world of solar, and botany side of technology dubbed leafstone. Other variations of older innovations would also have to be old port towns who used wind and small hydroplants to keep their town running and connected with the rest of the world such as Gem's & Grian's hometown.

With Etho being the main guy who really played around with it and pretty much like at it like ate it like it was sugar was thee very first to experience the mutational effect of redstone. At first his left eye would begin to flicker with rapid involuntary movement, then followed a set of what would be dubbed "chromatic abberation" (etho would be the only one to experience this and no one can confirm what he saw was accurate due to the mental state he was in), and the onset of vision loss. But this wasn't the first and last effect, he would begin to develop a second tail and unusual pelt coloring akin to the color of the newfound material. Much like the later steps of his changes the second tail development was not a pain free one. As the months continued his mental state worsened, this was due to the psychoactive effects of redstone and already altered vision. He would begin to see things that weren't there in a translucent red glow often accompanied by intense localized migraines behind the left eye. It would get so intense and unbearable that in the middle of developing the infamous etho hopper clock he began to claw at his left eye but the fingernails weren't enough and instead used a screwdriver to try to get it out. However Doc and Tango would find Etho moments before a prosthetic eye would take the permanent place of a redstone scarred eye.

Although Etho did wear a mask during the initial stages of redstone development and technology it wouldn't be enough against the sheer intake the 4 went through. Therefore under the careful guise of Xisumavoid, who'd later become the main caretaker/medic and manager, and Doc they would make several changes to how redstone was regulated. Making a mandate that all personnel, consumer, mechanic, and who ever else would have to wear a respirator and gloves during the usage of redstone. You'd think this would be easy to get the crew to swap into using respirators at the very least but it was met with much hesitation and backlash due to the blukiness that came with them. It was already tough to pack around the canisters of redstone, glowstone tubes, and iron baseplates and now they also had to squeeze into tight spaces with a clunky mess? But again Doc and Xisuma found ways to make sure that each member found a way to have their own variation of resperation based upon needs. It wasn't too hard to make one for Etho because he already had a mask but his stubbornness rivaled Doc, and took a near fatal pass out due to lack of blood production, aka just more extreme anemia, and bloody nose to convince Etho to finally add that respirator onto his mask.

Despite however the apparent dangers of redstone it sent the world of hc2410 into a new world of technology seemingly overnight, from clunky 60s-70s style tan and heavy clunk switches into an age more similar to thin touch panels and streamlined designs of now but with the flair of the iconic synthwave/cyberpunk style deemed by the 80s-90s. Yet it was met with strife due to how time consuming redstone was even with several engineers helping out on one project and most innovations were only available to the richest before being thrown out for the latest and greatest.

Also you may recall, if you've made it to this point, that I mentioned that the 4 were basic hybrids. Well much like Etho the effects on the rest weren't simple nor painless, and varied quite differently from each other. But those will be covered once their designs are finished.

I thank you if you've made it this far and I'll see you on the next hermitaday posts! :3

Edit: I also want to include that one of the main design inspos is actually Snakeyes from Gi Joe because that man is absolute gender to me. So why not combine my two favorite guys into one character.

Edit #2: Added more text breaks bc I no longer have 5 am involuntary eye movement. Which is odd because you'd think I'd need more text breaks but it's the opposite.

[pekoposting]

natsuki and fumiko for @the-only-teruteru-fan's contest!

(i love how with kuzupeko fankids the gene pool is often so evenly split, like no dominant or submissive genes, just 50/50. fuyuhiko and peko would be so happy)

edit: it is too late but. recessive genes.

[teapot-of-tyrahn]

Mumpearl Drabble please :3?

His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo.

PearlescentMoon has gone by many names: Peril. Farmer Queen. Santa Perla. Madre de Girasoles. The Great Lunar Neighbour. Even Moonatrix Octa. She was no stranger to deification. She'd been worshipped by a wide variety of people. By her own Helianthias, by the Harengons of Sanctuary, by Jeremys of Stratos: and, now, even by The Order of Octa. And yet, out of all these followings, out of all these flocks of religions, cults and sects dedicated to her image… there was only one she was interested in. The Mooners. Or, rather, its founder. And his name was Mumbo Jumbo. She had to admit, it was odd. She’d been worshipped by countless mortals throughout history, but this wasn't just another mindless devotee, no, before that, he had been someone she'd known; somebody she'd loved. A friend. Before he had been a Mooner he had been apart of Boatem. He still was. It was surreal to see the same man she'd laughed with, the same man who had teased her and taught her what it was like to love and be loved and be human… worship the very thing about her that wasn't. Worship the idea of her, worship the concept of a omnipotent, despotic rock in the sky, worship everything about herself she hated. She had hated being a goddess. That's why she had come to Hermitcraft in the first place. She was sick of being treated as a stagnant notion - something simultaneously too abstract to comprehend and yet something superficial enough to be classified by one word: perfect. She wasn't a person, just an idea. A deity. But Mumbo Jumbo had taught her how to be a person. No… he'd been the one who had made her a person. Or maybe he had just showed her that she had always been one. He made her laugh. Cry. Love. Hate. Learn. Live. Experience. He taught her how to feel, want, explore, be… he had showed her the wonders of this world, shown her that everything alive was sacred and unkillable, that this planet was alive and thus beautiful. He had made her fall in love with the dull world that she had grown to loathe over the centuries all over again. He had made her fall in love with him. And so, watching him fall in love, not with her — not with the genuine, real version of herself she'd become — but with postulated perception of herself she'd been trying so hard to unbecome? The dehumanized idea of what she was supposed to be? The version of herself he'd unwittingly taught her she wasn't defined by? It felt like death. It felt like she was dying. Was this heartache? Could somebody who never had a heart have it break? Pearl loved Mumbo. But Mumbo only loved the Moon. Not Pearlescent.

The moon had two faces; one of which was always hidden from sight. One face could never be seen the human eye. No matter how much they tried, no matter what they used — whether it be telescopes, binoculars, spectrometers, or observation stations… nobody could ever see the far side of the moon. Nobody could ever see her in full display. Only in facets; fragments. In some ways, Pearl resented this fact. Nobody could ever know her; not truly. Nobody could never know her in her entirety. What would happen if they knew the new Australian Hermit wasn't from Australia at all, but from the moon, anyway? No, actually, she wasn't from the moon, she was the moon. She was just the actual, literal moon. That big 'ol floating rock in the sky? The one rapidly plummeting towards their planet on a path set to destruction? Yeah, that was her. Well, not exactly her, but her divine shell, which missed its' goddess after she had taken mortal form so much it was trying to reunite with her by colliding with Hermitcraft… Oopsie-daisy, yeah, my bad, sorry about the impending doom! On the slim chance they didn't immediately kick her off the server due to her very presence being a threat not only to everyone but the world itself's safety, what would they think of her, then? If the fact half of the Hermit's first instincts were to start cults around The Moon in response to its enlargement was any indication, something told her they wouldn't treat her like a regular Hermit anymore. They'd start treating her exactly like what she'd come here to get away from: a goddess. She wouldn't be Pearl anymore. She wouldn't have friends anymore. Just followers. She hated that sometimes she considered it. Oh, how easy it would be, to tell Mumbo she was the Great Lunar Neighbour he loved so much. That she was who he'd been unknowingly worshipping this entire time; she was his goddess. Her feelings for him would be reciprocated in a heartbeat. He'd love her in the same way she loved him; endlessly and entirely. …But he wouldn't. Not really. He wouldn't love her. He'd love the idealized idea of her he thought she was, this version of her he'd made up in his head. And even saying he'd love her would be a stretch… no, he wouldn't love her. He'd revere her, worship her, exalt her… but not love. Not in the ways mortals loved each other. He wouldn't love her for who she was, but for what she was. And, so, she wouldn't tell him. Because as long as he didn't know, there was still a chance he could love her; the actual her. She just had to be patient. Though it was times like this her patience really ran thin.

"I don't understand," Mumbo sobbed; the sound was hoarse, gravelly and guttural. He hadn't slept in… nobody knew how long, and the hysteric delirium of sleep-deprivation seemed to finally be catching up with him. "I — I did… I did everything right! I'm doing everything right, I don't — I don't understand what I did wrong. What am I doing wrong?" He cried. "Shh, shh… you're not doing anything wrong, Mumbs. You didn't do anything wrong. You're perfect. You've done everything perfect," Pearl consoled him, running her fingertips' through his hair in an assuaging manner, trying to coax him to calmness in the same way somebody might try to coax a crying infant back to sleep in the late hours of the night… which, was what she was doing, really, in a sense. His locks were unkempt, disheveled and sloven, bedraggled despite the fact he hadn't touched a bed for weeks. But even in his grotty state, to her, he was still gorgeous. He was still perfect. "Then why is she still mad? I — I made her a temple, I made her altars, I built her shrines, and — and — and — I even convinced Boatem to give up their beds! I even —  I don't understand… I thought — I thought that would fix it… I thought that would make her happy, but she's still — is it not enough? Am I not doing enough..?" Mumbo sniffled as he looked at her with hollow, sunken eyes, a strange mixture of devotion and desperation on his face. His eyebags were so heavy they weighed down his cheeks' like an anchor, an anvil. "Can't she tell I love her? I — I just want to make her happy. I just want her to know — I — I just… I just want her to know how much I love her." Pearl's heart ached. I know. "She knows," she whispered, trying to keep her voice from hitching, trying to control her pitch. "She knows you love her. She… she loves you too. So, so much." I love you too. I love you so, so much. "No," Mumbo shook his head with a strangled snuffle, dismissing her words as nothing but empty consolations. He didn't know how true they really were, he didn't know they weren't just a friend's weak attempt to lift his spirits, but that they were a love confession from the very God he had devoted his entire being too. That she really did love him, too, more than he could possibly fathom. "If — if she loved me, she… she wouldn't still be upset. If she knew how much I loved her, she wouldn't be — she wouldn't still be causing earthquakes and stealing blocks, and — I just, I need — I need to try harder. I need to show her, I need her to know, I need her to see…" No, you just need to see. You just need to see it's me. I'm right here - why can't you see? I'm not mad. I was never mad. I could never be mad at you. I love you. Please, please, please… stop. I don't want this. I'd never want you to do this to yourself. But he never listened. He would never listen to Pearl; and the one voice he would listen to was one she couldn't admit was her own. It was infuriating… He loved her so, so much, too much, and yet he didn't love her at all. He could never love her while he still loved who she had been. Who had to be. He could never love her while his love for her was destroying him. It was killing him. And, so, it seemed there was only one solution. She had to make him hate her. She had to make him hate The Moon. She had to make him hate her as much as she hated herself. And with the fact he didn't already, despite the fact her old vessel had actively been spreading insanity amongst the Hermits, causing earthquakes and disasters, destroying the landscape? It would take some drastic measures. Lengths she didn't want to go to. But knew she had too. For his sake and her own.

When she'd abandoned her celestial form, she'd abandoned most of her deific abilities with it. Fortunately, not all of them. She had enough power in reserve to call upon a mite of her old body down to Earth; a meteor. Little more than an atom compared to her mass. But enough to serve as a teensy deposit of her powers she could tap into and exploit. Enough to influence those around around her with The Moon's voice. Enough to make it clear love wouldn't work. Enough to make it clear there was only one option.

"…'I must have them'? Who must she have? Who must she have? Is it us? Must she have me? Must she have Doc? Who? Who does she need…?"

"He who doth preach to us on the first day of the server… so doth shall be returned to dust first." "His name is Mumbo Jumbo."

His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo. His name is Mumbo Jumbo.

Make love, not war. But if love doesn't work… use war.

-- so. uh. you asked for a drabble. this is uh..... this is 1.8k words. i may have. i may have gotten a little carried away. approximately 18 times the requested length carried away. I'M SO SORRY. I AM....... SO SORRY. I GOT A LITTLE BIT ILL ABOUT THEM. I HOPE THIS IS OK LOL. ANYWAY. thinking about hc s8 mumbo and the moon's strange relationship......... what do you MEAN mumbo made a cult and a temple and a shrine completely dedicated to the moon? what do you MEAN the first thing the moon did when it gained control over ren and doc's minds was make them sacrifice mumbo jumbo specifically ? and then cub ALSO sacrificed [an imitation of] mumbo jumbo SPECIFICALLY to appease the moon ? the moon was JUST as insane about mumbo as mumbo was about the moon. mumpearl is real guys i don't know what to tell you they're obsessed with each other they're deranged yuri

[jackdaniel69nice]

@khonaker I finally did The Race but this looks odd to me so I’m going to ink one of your other prompts instead!

A race between the two fastest 1-a students who will win?

It depends on the time of day I suppose~

[dutybcrne]

Low-key(?), Tartaglia really finds someone trying to intimidate him hot*-

[spandexual]

hey man why did they frame it like this when this is ostensibly a song about Jem flirting with Rio (who is her boyfriend) (well he's Jerrica's boyfriend and Jem is Jerrica in disguise but he doesn't know that and she won't tell him for some stupid reason? but she keeps flirting with him and kissing him and implicitly fucking him and everything and getting upset that he's cheating on her. with herself. which like ok I get that the cheating is upsetting. but you started it. and it is still you he's cheating with. I think Jem/Jerrica is a horrible person btw) what I'm getting at is wow I need to do a rewatch of this show and maybe I was not making up the intense lesbian vibes that exist in my head

[voiddemon]

never put it to thought really but like. shadow kirby spends so much time in patchland. will go live there for a week or three if people piss him off enough. and he has no powers. he is literally a normal guy there. literally chillin. Hell he has a slightly harder time than the average guy since everyone else (from what we see) in Patchland can fly. which all of this is definitely a very weird experience to him, and he has mixed feelings about it.

meanwhile, kirby,

[astrxlfinale]

The fact that seeing Ena's hand, a dead Aeon at the cusp of life, rip her hand from the realm of primordial creation.

Proceeds to tap a mortal vessel, and a mere ripple of contact sent outright annihilation on a galaxy wide scale across the Dreamscape.

Only for this to not be enough for Caelus's fighting will feels like it should be a problem, but to him, it is most definitely not.

All the wild things within this heavenly hellish cosmos of theirs is just too good to pass up.

And he has to see it firsthand.

[arisenreborn]

@ritens

FAWIGJWA SO YES? and also "pending".

tldr: it's either dragonsplague (red eye) or... he lost an eye and the one he has now is a 'gift' (and curse) from a former Arisen (white eye) or BOTH.

(you dont have to read all of this you've just given me an excuse to ramble thank you)

So OG Rann had a "magitech" eye that basically acted as a repository for any and all knowledge he gained. Which... doesn't quite work in DD. But that's still part of his design! So I kept it.

And then DD2 was like "actually there's this whole thing with Dragonsplague and red eyes" and I'm sitting here with my face in my hands because that'd be such an easy solution to reach for and I love dragonsplague stuff

But I also have "secret lore" that... (bear with me here), this is Rann's third go-around in this world (DD2). It's not exactly a time loop (I think) but there's some distortion of reality/time, and most significantly what he remembers.

First "Cycle" is with Reverie

They get pulled into Bitterblack Isle where they met the Arisen Vincent (important OC also connected to them)

Stuff Happened There: Reverie Kind of Maybe Died? Rann might have Dragonsplagued?

????

Vincent and Rann emerge from Bitterblack Isle for his "second" go

Vincent and Rann uncovered a lot of truths about the world and came close to the Unmoored World, but their goal was to save Reverie (Rann's memories were already messed up from Bitterblack Isle, only Vincent knew this because... that's usually his burden to bear, being the only one to remember :')

BUT TO WRAP THIS UP, the idea I'm fiddling with is: They did find a way to restore Reverie for this third go-around, Vincent became the Dragon, and Rann ended up with either:

lost right eye and was given one of Vincent's eyes that "beheld the truth of the world" (as a nod to his OG eye being a repository of knowledge) and plays into the True Ending or

he had dragonsplague or

both😂

(Also the eye from Vincent might be connected to the Bestowal of Spirit from him somehow idk 🤷‍♀️ This is how Vincent lives on, even if it's not a 'true' bestowal of spirit like we've seen in other versions, granting Rann a will but not necessarily overwriting his individuality. 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️) dragon dies = bestowal activates/finalizes

[grccve]

— LOVE IS IN THE AIR!

🍫   to   feed   my   muse   chocolates.

"Gracias. Pero puedo comerlos sola". Espera que el impacto y sorpresa generados en ella no salgan a la luz, que sus ojos no reflejen esos sentimientos que le hacen perder sentido y pensamiento. La sirena se fuerza a mantener la serenidad que suele caracterizarle, negándose a mirar a Sua fijamente pues teme que, de hacerlo, descubra lo mucho que le sudan las palmas, el retortijón en su estómago. ╱ ( @mikrokosmcs )

[maddragon15]

Hermitaday Day #11 - Pearl

Postmaster Pearl is done woo! Hard decision between just postmaster pearl without the headcanons or pearl with headcanons. In the end headcanon pearl won.

A few notes on the design down yonder-

You may notice the little moth like antennae on top of her head those are important to her everyday operations. If you've read my etho design post or if you've haven't, these are pre-redstone communication apparati. They basically act like those giant clunky car phones and constantly have to be manually positioned by the user in order to receive calls and messages but require absolutely no redstone to run, therefore you get much less headaches. When I get Mumbo's design done you'll see a similar design but not with the red and blue colorway. Pearl's is colored because they are solar powered and are color coordinated for easier repairs.

The little screen thing on her left arm is post-glowstone and part of the first set of screens made from redstone and quartz. Since Pearl is always on the move delivering mail, she felt like it was better to get something more lightweight and easier to operate especially when it's raining. It also has far better connectivity than previous coms devices which were styled like clunkier and boxier versions of the the t-mobile sidekick (if anyone knows what that is lmao) or a blackberry of a similar type. The only person who still even operates with those is surprisingly Xisuma but it's for more of the nostalgia kick than anything, even if he can simply and easily put the coms read out on his visor.

Anyways before I go on a super ramble about the rest of the headcanons I'll cut it off here! Enjoy! :3

[izzyspussy]

now i’m imagining keeley’s classic rock ferrets and jamie deciding the little furry trio is rkj if they were ferrets and assigning each one of them “this ferret is the keeley ferret and this ferret is the roy ferret”

AC is Jamie, DC is Keeley, and Sugar is Roy. Jamie knows who AC/DC is - and also what AC/DC means lol - but he's never heard of Sugar and thinks she's named that because she's the sweetest one. He says that's true about Roy too and pretends to be taking the piss, but he really thinks that (meanwhile Keeley thinks Jamie is the sweetest and Roy thinks Keeley is).

[harbingersglory]

it says u don’t write for men but u have zhongli ? /nm /gen q

just like. a personal hc ngl. partially because zhongli is already (imo) fairly queer in terms of gender in game already, so I just don't see him as a man. so like, technically not "canon" but they are one of my fave characters so I wasn't gonna exclude them when I enjoy writing him.

[kharrneth]

King of the Furnace, Hashut

HASHUT, also known simply as The Bull-God, is a minor God of Chaos, similar in status to the Horned Rat. He is one of Khorne’s chattel-gods and unique among them in that he is the Godspawn of the Blood God. The Chattel-Gods are all deities who are useful to Khorne in some way and it is this usefulness that merits them being alive. For Hashut, his worth comes in powering the Machina Daemonium, a forge powered by his fiery breath. Weapons borne of these forges are fine indeed, said to be created with the skill of any Dwarven or Elven god-smith.

Hashut’s domains are fire, hatred, greed, and industry. His colors are red, bronze, and gold and his animal insignia is the Bull.

Known as the Father of Darkness to the Dawi-Zharr and the Furnace King within the Bloody Legion, Khorne is not the sole sire of the Bull-God. Like the other Fourteen, Slaanesh is his other parent, and embodies the Prince of Pleasure through his Greed. However, for the most part, Khorne has seen to it that the Pleasure God’s influence has been stripped of from Hashut. For those who do not already know, there is no real way to tell Hashut began his existence in the Rings of Pleasure, one of conquests of the Serpent God during the Wars of Submission.

However, Hashut would go on to betray the Prince, for Khorne’s rage burned within him hotter than anything else. To prove his loyalty and his worth, Hashut would slay his sibling, Islaakhari, the creator of the Lore of Rage and the most hated of the Serpent’s Conquests by Khorne. The Blood God rewards this feat by allowing Hashut among his Chattel-Gods, making use of the Godlings superb crafting abilities which eclipse even his own.

And also to keep an eye on him.

[dutybcrne]

Cloud Retainer will act so formal and put together, but. In a romantic relationship, there will be. A Notable increase in how affectionate she is to her person.

[fstbmp-a]

Also, as was implied and now more directly put in her about, the Wispon Arm is her primary prosthetic, but she does have a few spares. Mainly for use when she's not going out and about and is sticking at home, however. The Wispon Arm is incredibly advanced and even requires a power source inside of it besides a Wisp to operate currently, so it (while uncommon) can shut down in the middle of use. She keeps a spare cell or two to power it back up, but that's clunky to swap around.

So if she's not going to be out or is working in her workshop, she'll attach a different prosthetic that doesn't require her to need to keep it bloody charged. It'd also be awkward to work on tune ups on the Wispon Arm if she didn't have.. both arms, y'know? So it's just more efficient that way. She makes everything herself, of course, so her very first attempt at a prosthetic was... well, it sure was something.

Aka, yes, usually she's not using the Wispon Arm at home and half the time you may even stumble onto her without one if she's feeling especially relaxed (rare as all hell but).