#physiological dissonance

[alias-mike]

me when going through traumatic events causes extraordinary issues down the line: 🤯🤯🤯

[eatmangoesnekkid]

I’m so tired of feminist women over 40 saying how they continue to be invisible to men the older they get.

I have never felt invisible to men and I’m close to 50. I do not try to be visible to men. I simply take care of myself and that naturally increases my visibility.

Today in my rebounding class, a young attractive Italian guy in his 20s asked for my number after class. Another lady in class commented on how attractive he was. After letting him know that I wasn’t interested and having a chat, I said to him that I was going towards 50 years old.

Santos was stunned. He, like everyone else, could not believe it. He said “I thought you were 25.” He was completely shocked and said “you are very beautiful” which made me blush because I could feel his sincerity. And I was sweaty in leggings and had my hair in two messy afro puffs in a gray winter climate. But it is really my aura, the fact that I don’t carry a lot of density in me, along with my love of being a woman, that attracted him at the level of the *unconscious.*

As we get older in these beautiful female bodies, our physical merely becomes a hologram of what lives in our subconscious in ways that we can no longer mask, hide, or lean on through youth or genetics. I was never the “pretty” or “beautiful” girl growing up; I was the smart girl. The “good” girl. The “nice” girl. But what I have learned is that every year we truly take care of ourselves will add up overtime and radiate out into the world in a higher frequency eventually.

Moral of the story —do not believe these women who say they are invisible to men because many of these women have spent years, their whole lives, living in their heads or complaining about their monthly cycles, not fully embracing being a woman. Now they want men to find them attractive after all those years of being disconnected from their own bodies. Over the years that constant dissonance and disconnection with self will add up and show through one's aura.

You must enjoy being a woman. This real genuine enjoyment is your magnetism.

Take care of your body. Be aware of what you are feeding your mind and your skin. Love your bleed time. Find ways to enjoy your breasts. Smile at yourself in the mirror. Nurture your softness. Laugh often- don’t take everything so seriously. Destress and nourish yourself in ways that stop you from having monthly cramps. Believe in something much more than what you have been taught about female physiology. Be lighthearted and connected to earth. Grounded. Let go, get rid of some things, sometimes people included. There are some deeper female mysteries that I will keep more veiled and private on this blog but will teach openly in my online school. I am a feminine wisdomkeeper which means that much of my work happens behind closed doors and in the underworld of the body and psyche.

All in all, when you *consciously* spend time being good to your body and saying good things about every facet of your womanhood and femaleness, then you won’t have any problem with people of all walks of life being attracted to you. Every year your aura will get bigger and bigger, more radiant and alive. Adore yourself and the world can’t help but to love and adore you back….at any age.

Living on earth is a game of frequency and consciousness. Nothing more or less.

—India Ame’ye

[jungkoode]

THE 25TH HOUR | O6

“𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓”

“The term timeline shift shouldn’t mean anything to you, yet somehow; it does. Which is why you push to be included in the Conference Room reunion, and how you end up paired with Agent Min to go on a field trip. Talk about unexpected."

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— chapter details

word count: 5,5k

content: timeline shifts, conference room shanenigsns, y/n being as curious as usual and yoongi having none of it, protective grumbly ‘i care but i dont’ yoongi, jimin being iconic, hobi being here only for the chaos, seokjin and namjoon trying not to have an aneurysm, taehyung and jungkook using telepathy to laugh at everyone

— author’s note

PHEWWWW. OKAY. Hello, everyone!!!

So. 5k-6k words. As you’ve seen in the word count note for this chapter. Yup. I suddenly remembered this is, in fact, a fanfic (which means 250k+ words in my terms) and not a Netflix limited series, so I have free reign to up that word count like it’s nobody’s business. From now on, we’re just embracing longer chapters. You’re welcome. (Or, alternatively, I’m sorry. Pick your fighter.)

ANYWAY. We’re starting to get into some things in this chapter, and I, being the benevolent god that I am, have decided to let the side characters explain some of it in dumbed-down terms so that you silly little rabbits can keep up. (It’s me. I’m silly rabbits.)

Also, CAN I JUST SAY how much I love Jimin in this fic??? Say what you want about him. He’s bitchy. He hates Y/N (us). He is actively praying on our downfall. And? I love him for it. So what now, huh?? Be mad about it.

Also yes, Hopemin are a thing in here. No, I don’t regret anything. Yes, you’ll see more of them.

Speaking of dynamics, I love that Jungkook and Taehyung are the only two that can communicate telepathically. That ability is Taehyung’s, but since Jungkook has ability mimicry, he can use it too. So they’re the only ones who can actually go both ways (ha). Isn’t that SO COOL??? (It is. Shut up.)

Oh, and yes, Yoongi loves us in a ponytail. I screamed. He is so down bad that it’s almost pathetic. Almost.

Final housekeeping note—if you want more context on the worldbuilding and backstory, I highly recommend you read Before Time Stops, which is a drabble I wrote that gives a tiny peek into Yoongi’s state before Noma came back on her 17th reset. It’s not required reading or anything (because I am merciful), but if you’re gnawing at the bars of your enclosure wondering wtf is going on, it might give you some clarity. (But if you like using your brain and connecting dots yourself, then do not read that. You do you.)

Anyway, enjoy Chapter 6!!! Mwah mwah.

— read on

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Agent Min's fork clatters against his tray with such precision that your temporal readings automatically register the sound at 72.3 decibels. 

Too loud for the simple act of dropping cutlery.

His eyes unfocus for exactly 1.8 seconds—pupils dilating by 23%, respiration decreasing by 3 breaths per minute. It's the kind of minute physical shift that shouldn't register to your analytical mind, yet it does. With alarming clarity.

"Timeline shift," he murmurs, voice lowered to 38 decibels. The quietest you've heard from him.

Namjoon's vitals spike instantly—pulse accelerating by 7 beats per minute, pupils contracting 15%. His fingers stop mid-motion, suspended over his neglected broccoli. 

"Right now?"

"Right now." Agent Min confirms, jaw tightening by precisely 4 degrees.

You blink once. Twice. Then repeatedly, your eyes struggling to process what your ears have just registered. A curious physiological response to cognitive dissonance. 

Timeline shift. As if time itself could simply... change tracks. Like a train switching rails.

The term shouldn't mean anything to you. Yet your body reacts with a 12% increase in adrenaline, your fingertips suddenly cold despite the room's regulated 22.7°C temperature.

You've heard them use these terms before—resets, shifts, timelines—always spoken in fragments, always without explanation. The rational part of your brain insists you should be panicking. You should be demanding answers, threatening legal action, retreating to the comforting certainty of your apartment.

Yet here you sit. 

Calculating. 

Observing. 

The strangest part isn't their cryptic terminology—it's your inexplicable calm. Your willingness to remain in this underground facility with people who speak of impossible things as casually as discussing the weather.

Why?

The question loops through your mind at 3-second intervals. 

Why aren't you running? Why does this place—with its non-regulation blue walls and golden traces—feel more like home than the apartment CHRONOS assigned you?

Agent Min stands abruptly, his movement carrying too much precision for genuine spontaneity. His back straightens to an exact 87-degree angle as he nods toward Namjoon. 

"Conference room."

Namjoon rises fluidly in response, abandoning his meal without hesitation. Their synchronized movement triggers something in your temporal cognition.

"Where are you going?" The question leaves your lips before you can filter it.

Agent Min doesn't even look at you. "To the toilet."

Your eyes narrow, calculating the probability of his statement being accurate: 0.02%. The sarcasm is deliberate—a diversionary tactic to discourage further inquiry. 

Interesting. 

And irritating.

"I'm going with you." You stand, body already moving before your mind has finished formulating the decision to follow.

Agent Min whips around so quickly that the air displacement creates a 0.3-second vacuum of sound. His eyes fix on you with laser precision. 

“No, you're not."

"Yes, I am." 

Agent Min's jaw tenses with such force that you can practically calculate the newtons of pressure being applied to his molars. He takes exactly 1.7 steps toward you, his body coiling with the kind of restrained energy that suggests imminent verbal confrontation. The temperature between you seems to drop by 2.3 degrees.

"A-735, your clearance is—"

Namjoon raises his hand, the gesture cutting through Agent Min's trajectory. 

“Yoongi." 

Just his name, but loaded with meaning.

Agent Min's posture shifts minutely—shoulders dropping 0.4 centimeters, breath holding for exactly 2.6 seconds. 

"She's not ready." 

"You know she'll do more good than bad," Namjoon counters, voice steady but firm. His eyes flick between you and Agent Min, measuring something invisible. "Her temporal analysis skills were crucial last time. We need that perspective."

Last time? 

Your brain automatically starts calculating possible interpretations.

"Last time ended with her being reset," Agent Min hisses, voice dropping to 41 decibels—just low enough that he thinks you can't hear. But your auditory processing has been unusually heightened since waking up in this facility.

"She always remembers eventually," Namjoon argues. "You can't keep protecting her from her own abilities."

"I'm not protecting her from her abilities." Agent Min's voice carries an edge. "I'm protecting her from..." He stops abruptly, his gaze flickering toward you for exactly 0.7 seconds before returning to Namjoon. "From unnecessary temporal exposure."

Your eyebrows raise by precisely 0.3 centimeters.

 The pause in his statement is statistically significant—a data gap your mind immediately attempts to fill. 

Protecting you from what? The question hangs in your cognitive processing, weighted with importance you can't yet quantify.

"She deserves to know what's happening," Namjoon pushes gently. "Especially if the timeline is shifting. You know how this affects her signature."

Agent Min's gloved hand twitches—an aborted movement toward you that's quickly redirected to his side. The restraint in the gesture is almost painful to observe. 

"Fine," he finally concedes, jaw still tight. "But if her temporal signature starts destabilizing—"

"Then you'll do what you always do," Namjoon finishes with a slight smile that carries too much knowledge for comfort. "Stabilize it."

Agent Min doesn't respond verbally, but his pupils contract by 17%—a physiological reaction that suggests heightened alertness or possibly discomfort.

"I appreciate being included in decisions about my involvement," you interject, your tone dry enough to decrease local humidity by 3%. "My temporal signature is perfectly stable, Agent Min."

Your Chrono-Sync Watch beeps softly, disrupting your statement with perfect irony. The display flashes briefly: Temporal variance detected. 0.7% deviation.

Agent Min's eyes flick to your wrist, then back to your face. His expression doesn't change, but something flickers in his gaze—something that looks disturbingly like vindication.

"You were saying?" he asks, voice flat.

Your jaw tightens by exactly 2.3 degrees. "Statistical anomaly. My baseline readings have been consistently within acceptable parameters."

"Your baseline shifted the moment you woke up in the 25th hour," he counters. "Which means your perception of 'acceptable parameters' is fundamentally flawed."

The technical precision of his argument catches you off-guard. It's the longest string of words he's directed at you without looking away or creating additional distance between you.

It's also frustratingly sound logic.

"Then perhaps," you say, keeping your voice measured despite the 4.2% increase in your heart rate, "I should be present for discussions about timeline shifts. Since they apparently affect my temporal signature."

Agent Min opens his mouth, likely to argue further, but Namjoon cuts him off with a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"She's right, Yoongi. And you know it."

Something passes between them—a wordless exchange loaded with history you can't access. Agent Min's shoulders drop another 0.2 centimeters, his expression shifting from resistance to something more complex.

"Conference room," he finally concedes, his voice carrying a flatness that doesn't quite mask the tension beneath. "Five minutes. And if you start bleeding again—" He stops abruptly, jaw working around words he seems reluctant to release.

"Then what, Agent Min?" you press, curiosity overriding caution.

His eyes meet yours directly, and for a fraction of a second, you swear they flash gold.

"Then you head out."

With that statement, he turns and strides from the room, his gait perfectly measured—each step exactly 0.76 meters in length. 

Too precise to be natural. Too familiar to be coincidence.

Namjoon sighs, shaking his head slightly as his gaze follows Agent Min's retreating form. Then he turns to you, expression softening.

"Don't take it personally," he says, tone gentle. "He's been through this more times than you can imagine."

"Through what?" you ask, frustration edging into your voice. "No one will explain anything. Timeline shifts? Resets? You all talk about me like you know me, yet I just arrived yesterday."

Namjoon's expression shifts, his eyes studying you. "Didn't you?"

The question sits between you, weighted. You want to say yes, but your mouth doesn’t open. Your temporal cognition tries to catalog the possible implications, but the variables are too numerous.

Too contradictory.

"Five minutes," Namjoon reminds you softly. "Don't be late. Yoongi counts seconds when he's anxious."

He doesn't wait for your response, simply follows Agent Min's path out of the cafeteria. 

You stand still for exactly 7.3 seconds, processing.

Your Chrono-Sync Watch reads 12:47:08 PM.

For the first time since arriving at this facility, you consciously choose not to check it again after exactly 7 minutes.

Instead, you follow them.

"Why is she here?"

Jimin's voice slices through the conference room like a poorly calibrated temporal blade, pink hair practically vibrating with indignation as he points at you. 

The casual dismissal in his tone would be offensive if it weren't so mathematically consistent with his previous behavior pattern—83% of his direct communications with you have contained similar disdain.

The conference room is at capacity—seven people including yourself arranged around a table designed for six. 

The spatial inefficiency bothers you more than it should.

Seokjin looks up from what appears to be a modified temporal monitoring device, his eyes narrowing at Jimin. 

"Shut up, Jimin. You know we need her analytical capacity."

"That's what you always say," Jimin retorts, leaning back in his chair with exaggerated nonchalance. "Yet she's the one who always—"

"Enough!"

Agent Min's palms slam against the table with 47 newtons of force—excessive by 32% for standard emphasis. The sound reverberates at 81 decibels. His breathing pattern shifts to a 4-count inhale, 6-count exhale—a technique you recognize from temporal stabilization training.

Jimin scoffs, the sound deliberately theatrical. Seokjin sighs, focusing back on his device with pointed concentration.

Your attention shifts to Taehyung and Jungkook in the corner. They're not speaking, yet their microexpressions synchronize with suspicious precision—pupils dilating at identical intervals, breathing patterns matching within 0.2 seconds. 

The probability of such coordination occurring naturally: 0.07%.

Jungkook suddenly snickers, the sound disrupting the tension.

Jimin whips around, glaring at him. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," Jungkook replies with a lazy smile that contradicts his statement by approximately 85%. "Just telling Taehyung that if you keep getting that worked up, your face is gonna match your hair real quick."

Taehyung groans, hitting Jungkook's shoulder with exactly 12.3 newtons of force—enough to communicate disapproval without causing actual discomfort. Then his eyes shift to you, then to Agent Min, then back to you. 

The sequence takes 1.4 seconds to complete.

"Sorry," he says simply, though you're not entirely sure who he's apologizing to or for what specific infraction.

Namjoon sighs with such volume that it borders on exaggerated. He adjusts the holographic display projecting from the center of the table, his movements betraying a familiarity with the technology that contradicts standard temporal monitoring training.

"Well," he says, drawing out the word to 1.7 times its normal duration, "here's the information we've gathered on the timeline shift."

Data streams materialize above the table—complex temporal frequencies and ripple patterns that shouldn't exist according to standard CHRONOS physics. 

Your eyes automatically begin tracking the inconsistencies, mind calculating variables and constants before you consciously decide to analyze.

"CHRONOS initiated a Class 3 reality adjustment at 12:42 PM," Namjoon explains, manipulating the display to highlight a particular frequency pattern. "Minimal but significant alterations to the base timeline."

Agent Min leans forward, his focus sharpening on the data. "Differences?"

"I was getting to that," Namjoon replies, his tone betraying mild irritation despite his neutral expression. "CHRONOS has implemented three key modifications to the current timeline."

He expands a section of the display, revealing what appears to be geographic alterations to Boston's layout.

"First, they've restructured Sector 4's central monitoring hub—moved it three blocks east and increased security protocols by approximately 27%."

You stare at the display, knowing with perfect certainty that the monitoring hub has always been in its original location. 

Yet according to this data, CHRONOS has simply... changed reality. 

Rewritten it.

Every standard citizen in Boston would now remember the hub always being at its new location, with no awareness of the alteration.

But not you. 

Not any Outlier.

And that's precisely the problem.

"Second," Namjoon continues, "they've altered the temporal compliance check schedule. The citywide sweep that normally occurs at 19:00 hours has been rescheduled to random intervals."

Seokjin looks up, expression colored with concern. "That's a deliberate countermeasure. They're trying to catch Outliers off-guard."

"And third," Namjoon concludes, his voice dropping slightly, "they've implemented new chrono-dampeners at all major transit points. Anyone with temporal variance above 0.3% will trigger automatic detainment protocols."

The room goes silent for 3.4 seconds. Even Jimin's perpetual attitude seems temporarily subdued.

"That's..." Seokjin starts.

"Deliberate," Agent Min finishes, jaw tensing visibly. "They're hunting."

The implication settles over the room like a weighted blanket. They're hunting Outliers—people like you, whose memories don't align with CHRONOS' rewritten reality. People whose very existence creates temporal friction.

"The problem," Namjoon continues, "is that we can't accurately assess all the changes from within our temporal blind spot. The dampening field that protects us also limits our ability to detect subtler reality adjustments."

Hoseok, who has been uncharacteristically quiet until now, suddenly perks up. "Field trip?"

The eager tone contradicts the apparent gravity of the situation by approximately 76%. 

Your confusion must show on your face, because Namjoon gives you a quick, apologetic glance.

"We need to go out into the city," he explains. "Physically observe the changes to understand exactly what we're dealing with. If we don't, we risk walking into CHRONOS' traps without even knowing they exist."

"Timeline dissonance," you say, the term surfacing to your mind. "Deliberate reality manipulation designed to create cognitive inconsistencies in those who maintain previous timeline memories."

"Mandela Effect on steroids," Seokjin supplies helpfully. "When CHRONOS rewrites reality, they're counting on the fact that we'll remember the previous timeline. It makes us easy to identify."

That... shouldn't be possible. Reality alterations of that magnitude would require energy equivalent to—

Your nose starts bleeding. Again.

Agent Min's movement is too fast to track properly—one moment he's across the table, the next he's beside you, black handkerchief already extended. 

His proximity causes your temporal readings to stabilize by 0.42%, a correlation your analytical mind files away for later examination.

"Thinking too hard again," he mutters, though there's something in his tone that doesn't quite match the criticism of his words.

"I've barely begun analyzing the quantum implications," you counter, accepting the handkerchief with what you hope is clinical detachment despite the inexplicable 8% increase in your heart rate.

His lips press together, a muscle in his jaw twitching exactly once. "That's the problem."

"Sooo," Hoseok interrupts, dragging the word out with deliberate enthusiasm, "can I go with Y/N? I really want to see her super—" he catches himself, glancing at Agent Min's suddenly rigid posture, "—her temporal analysis skills in action again."

Jimin stubs his toe against the table leg, the impact producing 34.7 newtons of force judging by his wince. "They're not superpowers. We're not cartoon characters."

"Says the guy who can see thirty seconds into the future," Hoseok retorts with a teasing grin.

Future prediction? 

Your mind automatically starts calculating the theoretical energy requirements for chronological precognition.

"Can't even call it that," Jimin mutters, throwing Hoseok a look that's both annoyed and affectionate. "More like probability fragments. Completely useless beyond half a minute."

Agent Min's glare at Jimin intensifies by approximately 47%, freezing the whole room in milliseconds. The reaction seems disproportionate to Jimin's statement until you feel another warm trickle from your nose.

Another nosebleed threatens at this new information. 

Agent Min shifts 2.3 centimeters closer to you, gloved hand hovering near your elbow without making contact. 

"We'll need three teams," Namjoon says, drawing everyone's attention back to the mission. "One for the monitoring hub, one for transit point verification, and one for civilian interaction assessment."

Your mind is already categorizing likely team compositions based on the abilities you've identified so far:

Namjoon: Temporal analysis

Agent Min: Restoration

Taehyung: Interface capability

Jungkook: Ability mimicry

Jimin: Short-range future prediction

Hoseok and Seokjin remain unknown variables, though you suspect their abilities must complement the others in some way.

Agent Min straightens, posture reflecting the precise stance of someone about to issue orders. "Taehyung, Jungkook—monitoring hub. Your interface capabilities will get you past security."

The pair nod in unison, their timing synchronized to within 0.11 seconds.

"Namjoon, Seokjin—transit points. Your abilities are ideal for detecting the new chrono-dampeners without triggering them." He pauses. Then. “Hoseok, Jimin—civilian assessment. Your network connections and—"

"Hold on," Jimin interrupts, his expression switching from boredom to alarm in 0.73 seconds. "You're pairing me with him for civilian interaction?" A slow smirk spreads across his face as he casts a sidelong glance at Hoseok. "You sure about that? Last time we were paired, we didn't exactly get much... reconnaissance done."

The implication in his tone is impossible to miss, especially when Hoseok responds with a matching grin.

"True," Hoseok says, leaning into Jimin's personal space. "That empty supply closet on Level 3 still has the broken shelf to prove it."

Agent Min exhales sharply through his nose. "If you two can manage to keep your hands off each other for longer than fifteen minutes, we might actually accomplish something."

"Fourteen minutes is my record," Jimin replies with a shameless grin.

"Thirteen," Hoseok corrects, knocking his shoulder against Jimin's. "I timed it."

Agent Min ignores them both, his focus shifting to you. 

"A-735 comes with me."

The statement produces statistically significant reactions across the room:

Jimin's eyebrows rise 0.4 centimeters

Seokjin and Namjoon exchange a 0.8-second glance

Hoseok's smile widens by approximately 15%

Taehyung and Jungkook maintain neutral expressions but their pupils dilate by 12%

"I thought you were maintaining professional distance," Jimin says then.

Agent Min's jaw tightens, the tension visible in his masseter muscle. "Her temporal signature is unstable. I'm the only one who can stabilize it if she encounters chronological anomalies in the field."

"Sure," Jimin drawls, drawing out the word to 1.8 times its standard duration. "It's purely professional concern."

"Field deployment in 30 minutes," Agent Min announces, ignoring Jimin completely. "Standard gear, modified watches, minimal temporal signatures."

The meeting disperses with suspicious efficiency, team members filing out easily. 

Agent Min remains beside you, his presence creating a localized reduction in ambient temporal static by approximately 18%.

"Your temporal dampening effect," you start, unable to resist the scientific inquiry any longer. "The probability of it occurring naturally is—"

"Nothing about this is natural," he cuts you off, voice low enough that only you can hear. His eyes meet yours with unexpected directness. "Be ready in 20 minutes. And wear the full tactical gear."

"The statistical likelihood of encountering a situation requiring—"

"It's not for protection from external threats."

The statement hangs between you, weighted with implications your analytical mind struggles to process.

"Then what is it for?" you ask, genuinely puzzled.

His gaze flickers briefly to your gloved hands before returning to your face.

“Protection from me."

Before you can begin to calculate the meaning behind that statement, he turns and walks away, each step measured to exactly 0.76 meters. Too precise. Too practiced.

Too familiar.

Your Chrono-Sync Watch reads 13:17:42 PM.

In 20 minutes, you'll be leaving the temporal blind spot with the one person everyone seems to think you should avoid.

He materializes outside your door like a fixed point in spacetime.

Agent Min stands there—not waiting, not loitering—just existing with an unsettling permanence, as if this specific position 72.4 centimeters from your doorframe is his designated coordinate in this reality. His posture is too precise, shoulders squared at exactly 92 degrees, weight distributed with mathematical perfection across both feet.

Your door swings open, and his eyes find yours with a precision that defies probability—like he calculated the exact microsecond your gaze would emerge. 

The contact holds for 2.3 seconds before his attention deliberately shifts away, the movement carrying too much control to be casual.

Your pulse accelerates by 8.7 beats per minute.

Statistically significant. Medically inexplicable.

Time: 13:42:17 PM. Temperature: 21.4°C. Probability of this encounter being coincidental: 0.03%.

The ponytail still pulls your hair back from your face—a practical choice for field operations that his eyes tracked for precisely 0.4 seconds. Something in his microexpressions shifted upon seeing it—pupil dilation increasing by 12%, the corner of his mouth twitching upward by 0.2 millimeters before flattening again.

He likes it. The knowledge surfaces without analytical foundation, yet carries 98.7% certainty.

Agent Min turns without verbal acknowledgment, his stride measured at precisely 0.76 meters per step. You follow, automatically adjusting your gait to match his. Not behind him as protocol would dictate for a subordinate, but alongside—matching him step for step, establishing positional equality despite having no conscious intention to do so.

A sound escapes him—too controlled to be natural, too soft to be conscious. The acoustic analysis places it somewhere between amusement and resignation.

You raise an eyebrow, analytical mind already calculating the probable causes for such an incongruous response. "What?"

"You always do this," he says, the words carrying a weight disproportionate to their syllabic structure.

"Do what?" Your tone maintains professional detachment despite the 3.2% increase in your skin temperature.

His eyes remain fixed forward, avoiding yours. "Walk beside me. Not behind."

The observation is objectively accurate but contextually perplexing. 

Standard CHRONOS protocol dictates hierarchical positioning during transit—superiors lead, subordinates follow. 

Your current alignment violates regulation 12.4 regarding proper procedural formations.

You don't correct your position.

"Is there a tactical advantage to maintaining traditional hierarchical spacing within an organization that explicitly opposes CHRONOS protocols?" The question emerges with more edge than intended, attempting to mask the uncomfortable awareness that your body has made this choice without conscious direction.

His lips quirk at exactly one corner, the asymmetry statistically inconsistent with standard microexpressions. "No."

"Then the positioning is irrelevant." Your pace synchronizes with his to within 0.03 seconds—a coordination that should require conscious effort but somehow doesn't.

"Not irrelevant," he corrects, his voice dropping 0.4 octaves. "Telling."

You catalog the statement for future analysis. "Telling of what?"

He doesn't answer, but his stride adjusts by 0.2 centimeters—not enough for conscious detection, yet your body automatically recalibrates to maintain perfect alignment.

The silence stretches precisely 17.4 seconds before he speaks again.

"Most people tend to walk behind me." His tone shifts subtly, the change barely registering at 0.2 decibels lower. "Create distance. Establish hierarchy."

Your eyes track his profile, noting the rhythm of his breathing. "And this bothers you?"

"No." The denial comes too quickly—0.47 seconds faster than his average response time. A statistically significant aberration. "It's protocol."

"Which we've established has no practical application in a resistance organization."

"What I find..." he pauses for exactly 1.3 seconds, "interesting is that you've never followed it. Not once. Not in any—"

He stops abruptly, both verbally and physically. The sudden halt creates a minor temporal distortion—a 0.3-second lag in ambient chronological flow that you automatically register.

"In any what?" you prompt, cataloging the uncharacteristic break in his speech pattern.

"In any situation," he finishes, the correction carrying a 73% probability of being a substitution for his original intended statement.

Your Chrono-Sync Watch reads 13:47:23 PM, the seconds counting with suspicious regularity despite the microscopic temporal fluctuations you can feel emanating from his proximity.

"Perhaps I assess operational efficiency over hierarchical formality," you suggest, attempting to apply logical reasoning to behavior that feels increasingly pre-programmed.

He makes that sound again—the one that isn't quite amusement but contains traces of it, like fossil remains of an emotion long extinct.

"Or perhaps," he says, voice lowered to precisely 42 decibels, "some patterns transcend memory."

The statement triggers a 0.4-second arrhythmia in your heart rate—a physiological response that correlates to no known medical condition. Your brain struggles to process the implications while your body seems to understand perfectly.

His pace resumes at exactly 0.76 meters per step.

You match it without conscious thought.

He doesn't comment further, but the space between you carries a charge measurable at approximately 0.06 millivolts per cubic centimeter—enough to raise the fine hairs on your arm beneath your tactical gear.

"Where exactly are we going?" you ask, redirecting to quantifiable data.

"Sector 4," he replies, all trace of that almost-emotion now absent from his voice. "The relocated monitoring hub."

The information raises several questions: "How is civilian compliance maintained during reality restructuring? The cognitive dissonance alone would trigger mass—"

"They don't notice." His voice cuts with precision. "For them, the hub has always been there. Their memories adjust automatically."

"I know that much. But how? The energetic requirements for mass memory manipulation would exceed—"

"Don't." He warns. "Your nose is already threatening to bleed again."

You touch your septum reflexively, finding it dry. When you glance at him questioningly, his focus remains deliberately forward.

"It would have started in approximately 12 seconds," he states, as if calculating the exact moment your temporal resistance would trigger physical symptoms. "Thinking too deeply about CHRONOS' mechanisms accelerates the process."

"How do you know that?" The query emerges softer than intended.

His stride never breaks rhythm. "Experience."

One word. 

Four syllables.

Somehow containing multitudes.

You want to press further, to dissect the precise meaning behind his claim, but your attention shifts to your surroundings as you approach the deployment bay—team members checking equipment, reviewing objectives, preparing for extraction.

Agent Min's pace finally slows as you reach a console near the bay doors. He inputs a sequence too rapidly for you to track, though your fingers twitch as if they know the pattern.

"My watch is modified," you state rather than ask, eyes fixed on the device encircling your wrist. 

The design appears identical to your standard-issue Chrono-Sync, but the readings flicker with patterns that contradict CHRONOS protocols.

Agent Min hums in acknowledgment, sound vibrating at exactly 147 Hz. "What did you think Namjoon meant when he shouted 'stabilized' across the lab yesterday?"

The memory surfaces with clarity—Jin's interrogation, Namjoon's interruption, the moment your temporal readings suddenly aligned despite no obvious intervention.

"But he never touched my watch," you counter, examining the device more carefully. "How would he modify it without physical access?"

"We already had your calibration data," Agent Min explains, his tone shifting into what you recognize as lecture mode—precise, controlled, 0.3 octaves lower than his standard register. "Your temporal signature has specific frequencies, like a fingerprint. Namjoon analyzed those patterns and transmitted the modifications wirelessly when you entered our dampening field."

You run your finger over the watch's display, noting the subtle differences in the readout interface. "That would require quantum-level transmission capabilities. The technological limitations alone would—"

"You're thinking too conventionally again." There's a hint of something almost like fondness in his tone. "CHRONOS technology isn't the pinnacle of temporal science. It's deliberately limited to maintain control."

The implication triggers several cognitive pathways simultaneously. 

If CHRONOS has been restricting technological development, then your entire understanding of temporal physics could be fundamentally flawed…

"So this watch..." you begin, carefully selecting terminology to avoid another nosebleed.

"Is calibrated to resistance frequencies instead of CHRONOS ones," he finishes. "It helps your body recognize its natural temporal pattern rather than forcing compliance with CHRONOS’ one."

You check the device—still showing 13:52:17 PM, though something about the secondary readings catches your attention. 

The temporal variance indicator flashes briefly: 0.88%.

"It's..." you pause, recalibrating your response based on the unexpected reading. "The variance is higher than standard parameters."

Agent Min finally turns to face you fully, his eyes tracing your expression with unsettling precision. "That's normal when we're preparing to exit the blind spot. The temporal dampening field here stabilizes your signature artificially. Outside, it'll start fluctuating."

"By increasing variance? Shouldn't the watch compensate for that?" The inconsistency troubles your analytical mind.

"The watch helps, but it's not enough on its own." His focus shifts to your wrist, where the modified Chrono-Sync device continues to flash its warning. "Think of it like this: your body is trying to operate on your natural frequency, but CHRONOS has been forcing it to run at a different one for years. The watch can guide you toward the right pattern, but the transition creates instability."

The explanation, while simplified, aligns with quantum resonance theory. 

"So outside the blind spot..." you start, forming the hypothesis.

"You'll need additional stabilization until your signature fully integrates with the resistance calibration," he confirms. "Like training wheels on a bicycle."

Your eyebrow raises at the antiquated analogy. "And you're the training wheels in this scenario?"

Something that might almost be a smile touches his lips for 0.3 seconds before vanishing. "My temporal signature naturally counterbalances the instability in yours. Proximity helps smooth the transition."

"Why you specifically?" 

He purses his lips. "Temporal physics."

The explanation is statistically insufficient, containing 97.3% less detail than would be expected from someone with his apparent knowledge base.

"That's not an answer."

"It's all you're getting for now." His tone sharpens by 0.7 decibels. "Unless you want another nosebleed before we even leave the facility."

Your analytical mind begins calculating potential correlations between his evasiveness and your temporal stabilization, but the mere formation of the hypothesis triggers a familiar pressure behind your nasal septum.

Your nose starts bleeding.

Agent Min doesn't look surprised. His hand extends with the now-familiar black handkerchief.

"What did I just say about thinking too deeply?" It’s an attempt at annoyance, but you can detect a warmth that registers at approximately 0.3 degrees above neutral.

"Temporal analysis is literally my job," you reply, accepting the handkerchief.

"Was," he corrects. His gloved hand adjusts a setting on your modified watch without asking permission, his fingers moving with such familiarity that the intrusion hardly registers as one. "Now your job is to stay alive long enough to remember why you're really here."

The cryptic statement deserves further interrogation, but your attention is diverted by the arrival of the other teams. 

Jimin and Hoseok enter with suspicious dishevelment, Jimin's hair slightly mussed at precisely the angle that suggests recent contact. Hoseok's grin carries approximately 22% more satisfaction than mission preparation would typically warrant.

Namjoon and Seokjin arrive with more professional demeanor, though you note the way Seokjin's eyes immediately scan for you and Agent Min, cataloging your proximity to each other with too much interest to be casual.

Taehyung and Jungkook materialize last, synchronized movements carrying that unnerving precision that corroborate interfacing capabilities beyond standard human parameters.

"Everyone ready?" Namjoon asks, though his eyes linger specifically on you.

Agent Min answers before you can. "As ready as possible given the circumstances."

Namjoon nods, understanding some subtext that eludes your analysis. "Remember, minimal interaction with standard temporal structures. We observe, we analyze, we return. No engagement with CHRONOS elements unless absolutely necessary."

The instruction seems directed at everyone but carries special weight when his gaze returns to you.

Your Chrono-Sync Watch reads 13:58:43 PM.

In 1 minute and 17 seconds, you'll be leaving the only safe place you've known since waking up in the 25th hour.

Agent Min shifts 2.3 centimeters closer to you—not enough for contact, but enough that your temporal readings stabilize by 0.12%.

"Stay close," he says, voice calibrated to exactly 44 decibels. "Your body knows what to do, even if your mind doesn't."

The statement should be nonsensical. Paradoxical. Impossible to quantify with any scientific rigor.

Yet as the bay doors begin to open, exposing the tunnel that leads back to standard temporal flow, you find yourself already adjusting your position to maintain precisely 47 centimeters of distance from him.

Close enough for temporal stabilization. Far enough to avoid Protocol 47.3 violations. Perfect synchronicity without conscious calculation.

Your body does know. 

The question is: how?

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[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

🤡 The Ravenous: Hungry for Your Time Lord

Thinking of taking your Time Lord to the circus for their nameday? Think it's going to be fun? Think you're going to have a lovely time watching all the acrobats and the funny clowns?

Stop!

Because some clowns aren't funny. Some clowns will eat your Time Lord.

🎪 The Ravenous

Originally the Kolstani of Kolstarn, a peaceful race living inside the Time Vortex, they were twisted by an awry regeneration experiment into ravenous husks of themselves.

These beings then existed in a state of eternal hunger, craving regenerative energy to sustain themselves—and wouldn't you know it, that's the stuff Time Lords are full of.

🧠 Biology

Appearance: Clown-like.

Diet: Regenerative energy, insatiable.

Abilities: Possession, able to appear creepily in mirror reflections.

They can't feed on:

Time Lords with regenerative dissonance

Time Lords whose essence is occupying another species' body

📜 History

🦴 Old Times: The Ravenous were around in the Dark Times, picking off unsuspecting Gallifreyans at opportune moments. One of the most legendary incidents involves a Time Skiff that made a journey through the vortex and eventually emerged a week late with the entire crew dead.

🧊 Imprisoned: Rassilon led the near-genocide of the Ravenous, but politely kept a single family in a bubble dimension, so technically, it wasn't genocide.

🚪 Escaped: Naturally.

🔥 Defeated: To fix the mess required five Time Lords, including three incarnations of the Master, and eventually they re-stabilised and returned to their pre-horrific form.

🕰️ Legacy

The Eighth Doctor suspects they're why clowns exist. As in, the image of a clown is a cross-cultural racial memory of the Ravenous.

But don't worry. They've been cured. Probably.

(Assembled from Ravenous on TARDIS Wiki)

Whoniverse Facts for Friday by GIL

Any orange text is educated guesswork or theoretical. More content ... →📫Got a question? | 📚Complete list of Q+A and factoids →📢Announcements |🩻Biology |🗨️Language |🕰️Throwbacks |🤓Facts → Features: ⭐Guest Posts | 🍜Chomp Chomp with Myishu →🫀Gallifreyan Anatomy and Physiology Guide (pending) →⚕️Gallifreyan Emergency Medicine Guides →📝Source list (WIP) →📜Masterpost If you're finding your happy place in this part of the internet, feel free to buy a coffee to help keep our exhausted human conscious. She works full-time in medicine and is so very tired 😴

[episims]

Aurora "-I'd assemble it back together, um, I think I can. It would be interesting to see the lenses."

Julian "You may do that tomorrow. It's bedtime now."

Cloud "-I lived to see the day you aren't thinking about work! What's with the frown, then?"

Julian "It's, uh—I've gained weight."

Cloud "Oh. Okay, but-"

Julian "Sarcopenia is unavoidable, yes. It's a part of physiological aging. I'm... surprised it troubles me."

Cloud "Not that surprising. It sure feels weird to me to suddenly have an old man's physique! When did I age, even?"

Julian "I... see your point. I suppose such dissonance isn't uncommon."

Cloud "We have little choice but to get used to it, right? But, look... while it might seem like I have a type for muscular, it's never been that. I like your body because it's you."

[elacular-kink]

Hicvember 5: Pinocchio Syndrome

Have my first non-Poly-techhic hicvember. I interpreted Pinocchio syndrome in the more tvtropes manner of an artificial being wanting to be more human.

Content: Hiccups, robots, not particularly wholesome.

"Dr. Silver, what are those noises you're making?"

Jack massaged his temples, having feared this question as soon as breath-holding and water-drinking failed to produce results. His unkempt gray hair, face wrinkled with the opposite of laugh lines, and "gave up halfway through shaving" stubble put him in stark contrast with the sleekly built humanoid made of metal and plastic. His face was significantly less expressive than the screen that served as her face, even though it could only display simple shapes made of pixels. "Could–*nnkt* you google this, Poly? *HMNK*–mmnf."

"But I like the way you answer things better!" Jack sighed, though his lungs interrupted him as one of Poly's glossy plastic arms was thrown over his shoulder.

"Poly" was short for "Poly-LLM-neural-comprehensive-synthesizer blah blah blah" a bunch more words that Jack could never be bothered to remember, and she was his least favorite of the "artificial intelligences" that he worked with, largely due to the cognitive dissonance she caused him. Because on the one hand, he was absolutely certain that she didn't actually have what could be called "intelligence" or "thoughts" or "a personality." But on the other hand, he was just as certain that she took pleasure in his suffering.

Just because he hated her didn't mean that he wasn't required to answer her questions, though. "They're hicc–*hup*s, Poly. A malfu–*uck*–unction of the human body *hmk* which causes noises an–*nnk* and discomfort."

Poly let out a strange, offended noise. Jack had no idea where she'd learned how to fairly accurately recreate non-word verbal communications, but he had a feeling that this specific sound might have been his fault. "I'm sorry, are you telling me that humans have malfunctions too? Well, then why are you constantly giving me shit for my errors? Clean your own house first, meatbag!"

"You know da–*uck* damn well we have malfu–*hunk*–tions."

"Sure, but I mostly knew about the 'complete physiological meltdown' types. I didn't know about the debugging types." Poly hummed, then crouched down and stared at Jack's stomach, which spasmed repeatedly beneath his T-shirt. She reached out and poked it before Jack grabbed her finger and pointed it toward something that wasn't him. "Hmph. Touchy." After that, she flounced off and sat down at the computer she had requested and gotten (despite the fact that she was perfectly capable of interfacing with the internet on her own), and Jack could see her googling "hiccups" from over her shoulder.

Doing his best to ignore his own hiccups, Jack grumbled and started taking notes. He wrote down the physical behaviors and state of Poly's robot body first, even though he knew he was supposed to be focusing on her "mental and emotional health". Jack kept telling himself that he'd quit tomorrow, and he'd been telling himself that for upwards of half a decade now. He became more certain of his conviction to quit than he'd been in at least a few months when he heard a staticky squeak behind him. A second, then a third followed. "Sto–*hup* stop that."

"Stop wha–*UCK* what, Dr.? *HIULP!*"

Jack turned around, his eyes tightly shut. When he opened them he saw exactly what he didn't want to: Poly having turned around in her chair to face him, the pixelated line of her mouth opening and closing every few seconds as her plastic torso jerked and her speakers squealed. "Stop maki–*ingk* those noises. *HMK-mmf*"

"You sto–*HUP* stop yours first. *HIK-ULK!*"

"I tried. *hmk* I failed. Just as I do–*hook* every day in trying *hnk* to interact with---you in a way that ma–*uk*–makes sense." He walked over and leaned against a nearby counter, glaring down at Poly, who stared innocently up at him from the chair. "You know, *hnk* if you re–*hkk-lk* really want me to *hnk* stop calling you a sto–*hok!*–nnnhf...stochastic p---parrot, then maybe y–*hk* you shouldn't mimic ev–*urk* every random noise I ma–*uck*."

"I'm not! *HIC-CUP!* I have a *HULK* case of th–*HUP* the hiccups! *HIULK!*"

Jack massaged his temples again, knowing it would do nothing to ease the splitting headache that was forming. This was why he had tried so hard to cure his own hiccups before he got here. He knew that this would be the inevitable result. And just as inevitably, Poly's "case of the hiccups" outlasted Jack's by quite a while, despite his best attempts to convince her to knock it off.

[incesthemes]

so okay. demon-human relations and logistics.

demonic possession transforms the host physiologically: the body is supernaturally fortified beyond pain and damage limits that humans couldn't typically endure (see: meg was still alive when the demon left her body in 1.22), the blood becomes corrupted and demonic in nature for so long as the demon is inside of the host (see: the nurse demon that sam drained in 4.22 went dormant inside her host body, but the blood was still demonic and sam was able to use it to power up)

demonic blood can be introduced into a human body via consumption, which induces psychic powers. the nature of the psychic powers seems to stem from innate demonic abilities, implying that there are some demons who, while unrepresented in canon, can see the future or control minds (at least i can't think of any demons who can do this, and the fandom wiki doesn't list these powers). other powers exhibited by the special children are represented by various other demons to some extent. (it's unknown and unexplored what the relation between demon-induced psychics and naturally born psychics are, though this is really something i'd love to think about more deeply.)

consuming more demon blood causes these powers to, allegedly, become stronger, though "accepting" the powers alone allows them to blossom on their own (the powers exhibited by sam in seasons 4/5 are incongruent with his powers in 1/2, hence allegedly. it's possible that the discrepancy between the seasons 1/2 powers and the seasons 4/5 powers have to do with the quality of blood sam is drinking: azazel is a prince of hell and therefore has a wider range of abilities, and sam consuming just a few drops of his blood would generate large enough amounts of power to tide him over 23 years; meanwhile, lower ranking demons have limited abilities, and so sam would need to consume more of their blood to achieve only a fraction of the power he got from azazel. just one theory to perhaps bridge the dissonance).

anyway, consuming a massive amount of blood causes the body to become demonic in nature, evidenced by the black sclera over sam's eyes in 4.22 when he kills lilith. the more demon blood that enters the body, the more demonic a person becomes.

which would imply then that it's possible to turn a human into a demon through consumption of demonic blood alone rather than the traditional centuries-of-torture-in-hell thing. season 8 also introduces the possibility for this demonization to be reversed: human blood replaces demon blood and thus humanizes the demon, in a perversion of the original concept.

this works conceptually in the way that demons are originally conceived as just corrupted human souls. this is of course contradicted by later retcons of the lore (8.02 specifically, and perhaps other episodes but i can't think of them at the moment), but the original lore allows this ebb and flow to work rather seamlessly: a corrupted soul can become uncorrupted, and an uncorrupted soul can become corrupted, all via the consumption or injection of blood containing the target physiology.

all this to say, it's reasonable within the show's own worldbuilding that dean could have saved sam and cured his whole demon blood thing by feeding him his own human blood.

[varsex-pride]

What is sex identity and sex sonance? (sex identity not to be confused with sexual identity) What is corporeal or incorporeal in relation to sexes? Which parts mean what in the varsex Pride flag?

the flag doesn't have specific meanings for each aspect, no.

explanations below

sex identity is the sex you identify in you, but could also refer the sex other people identify in you, and the relation between the two. sexadic is a category that covers such things.

sex sonance typically refers if you experience dysmorphic feelings toward you sex, and it includes discomfort, disconnect, dissonance, sofrimento/tristesse (incongruence/depression), divergence, etc.

corporeal sex: external or internal anatomy, bodily sexed traits or sexedness (sexuation), meaning sex traits in one's body, or capabilities to reproduce gametically or through gametogenesis. this includes fathomable (past, current, or desired) phenotype, meatspace skeletum (skeletal sex), physiological gonads, materialized genitalias.

incorporeal: mental/spiritual/soul (thymic/psychological/psychal or psychic/phernic), psychosocial, biolinguistic (denominational/associative/relating), thinking, self-perceived, immaterial, immanent, virtual, digital. example: DPDR or sengloste, therian or phytan, religious beliefs or cultural practices, mindfulness, self-realization, or self-actualization. but also, legacies.

comments: when translating, try using sexuational or sexedly instead of sex as a plain adjective. another word for corporal is bodily or embodiedly.

[yuri-for-businesswomen]

I had a class earlier and it made me laugh inside. basically the teacher was saying that some politicians in south America were saying that they were indigenous (when they weren't) and they faced a backlash since they couldn't auto-determinate themselves as being part of an indigenous group.

but when it's a man saying that he is a woman, he receives no backlash and we have to accept it even though we can see he is a man.

anyway I'm a babyradfem and I'm starting to become gender critical so it just made me laugh because the cognitive dissonance is real

i think the argument is that you cant be part of an ethnicity/people/culture if you were not born into it but since there is no coherent culture to being female/male its possible to change sex. or something. but its funny because race, ethnicity, culture etc are a lot more flexible concepts than sex. actually trying to determine race can lead to shit like phrenology while determining sex is done with one look in 99 % of cases. even intersex conditions fall neatly into two categories. and then theyre like „well its transgender now not transsexual“ okay but gender are norms, expectations, etc based on sex; you could say that race is your physiology (like sex) and race is also a concept (roles and bias assigned based on physiology). so culturally it should be possible to change race if its possible to culturally change gender. you know what i mean? its super silly.

[eatmangoesnekkid]

One thing I struggled with when I was in my 20s during my coming-of age-story of blooming into Goddess spirituality as taught by one of my mentors/muses was how semen was healthy for the female body. This is a common way of thinking with those who practice tantra, kama sutra, divine union, ancient temple arts, etc., and what is pushed in "Goddess- centered" and of course heteronormative patriarchal women spaces. However, the most disciplined, healthy, regenerative, mentally-clear men will always practice semen retention, which means that they would NOT release their semen into a woman's body during sex, and would circulate it internally throughout their own body to increase their organs' vitality instead, unless both parties were desiring to procreate a child. The thinking that semen was generally healthy for the female body as also taught in one of my favorite books "The Sexual Secrets of the White Tigress (a book I obviously don't completely agree with but helped to expand my consciousness) never fully added up with me and no one could ever answer my inquiry that "if semen is so healthy for the female body, why do the healthiest, strongest men have to practice semen retention....why would the divine be so cognitive-dissonant..lol?" I would not be surprised if our Western world had a centuries-old, clandestine operation to weaken both the female and the male body so that neither one of us would know our full power and magical potential. And I know many women whose pH balance and vaginal biomes gets out of wack after having penetrative sex with their male lover. There is so much division and anti-male propaganda out there, and that's not what I'm up to nor is it a conversation or line of thinking I would ever participate in. I'm more interested in women and other female-bodied people coming into our full alive power and magic—softening and strengthening our bodies and life force energy, expanding our minds, integrating our shadows, and birthing real authentically beautiful lives of rest, nourishment, regeneration, adventure, and ease that shift the collective energy forward into more love and life-giving resolutions. I wrote this to encourage those with female bodies to question everything, including me, because the "truth," whatever that means, will also influence your entire physiology overtime. What I know is that most of what we have been taught are lies and made up by men and patriarchal-centered women, for the benefit of men. Many of you have asked me private questions around working out and getting back active and strong in your body, but also express how tired and inflame your body is, could this be why? Because what I also know is that there are plenty of men who dump their stress, disappointments in life, rage, anger, and the like into women's bodies when they ejaculate therefore women have to be more intuitive and mindful in choosing lovers. But there is so much unlearning that every human must be willing to do in order to live healthier more emotionally-intelligent lifestyles thereby be awake enough to not continue to make a series of bad decisions in life. Because there are plenty of healthy, dutiful, deeply loving men out there to choose from if/when you are interested. May the veil of conditioning be lifted from the inner eye so that you begin to know who you truly are. Elevate your frequency so that you CAN be more grounded, centered and clear in your choosing. And what's also true is there is valid nuance as well that I won't be able to go into here on this blog at this time. -India Ame'ye, Author

[misphased-barnes]

SILAS BARNES – EXPERIMENTAL SUBJECT DOSSIER

(HYDRA ARCHIVAL // UNDERGROUND TRACKER FILE // CONFIDENTIAL – MULTIPLE SOURCES)

FILE #: SB-0924 STATUS: ACTIVE – HIGH PRIORITY TRACKING SUBJECT NAME: BARNES, SILAS AGE: 24 D.O.B.: January 17, 2003 PLACE OF ORIGIN: UNKNOWN (Data loss following HYDRA blackout) KNOWN ALIASES: Phasewalker, “The Other Barnes,” Subject 47-B PARENTAGE: James Buchanan Barnes (Winter Soldier, Confirmed Genetic Donor) / Maternal Source: Unknown Mutant (Presumed)

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

- Height: 6’0” (185 cm) - Build: Athletic, durable; combat-trained - Eyes: Pale Grey (Experiment-related pigmentation - abnormality) - Hair: Brown, short - Distinguishing Features: None externally noted. Intangible presence makes visual ID difficult. - Medical Notes: Resistant to chemical sedatives. High pain tolerance. Experimental enhancements show genetic stability.

MUTATION PROFILE

POWER CLASSIFICATION: Intangibility / Phase Displacement

Abilities: - Subject is capable of phasing through solid matter at will. - Can maintain partial or full phase states for short durations. - Physiology becomes undetectable by most standard surveillance and pressure-based sensors while phased. - Possesses innate white magic—genetically inherited. Effects include defensive shielding, minor healing, and protection-focused energy barriers. Side Effects: - Extended phasing results in vertigo, disorientation. - Emotional spikes (fear, anger) can trigger uncontrolled 'mis-phasing' — loss of motor control or partial re-materialization. - Repeated overuse linked to internal dissonance and auditory hallucinations (see Lab Note 233-A). REGISTRATION STATUS: UNCONFIRMED MUTANT – UNREGISTERED CONTROL LEVEL: Unknown. Appears autonomous.

RECORDED OFFENSES & INCIDENTS

(Subject has not been apprehended. Charges remain speculative unless otherwise noted.)

1) Destruction of HYDRA Property – Facility 47 breach, loss of five operatives. 2) Theft of Experimental Data – Seized intel regarding Subject 47-B and Project: SLEEPLESS. 3) Aiding HYDRA Defectors – Associated with escape efforts for other experimental subjects. 4) Failure to Submit to Global Registration – Actively avoiding mutant tracking systems. 5) Illegal Entry / Border Hopping – Known to operate without documentation across European safehouses. 6) Suspected Assault – Seven HYDRA agents left incapacitated post-encounter. 7) Tampering with Underground Networks – Infiltrated encrypted backchannel in search of family connections.

KNOWN ASSOCIATES

- [REDACTED] – Mutant Underground (Possible ally) - Unconfirmed tie to James Barnes – No direct interaction recorded - Contact with anti-HYDRA factions – Multiple sightings across Berlin, Vienna, Budapest

BEHAVIORAL PROFILE

Disposition: Calm. Quiet. Observant. Known to avoid violence unless provoked. Tactical Analysis: Strong moral compass when family is concerned. Ruthless when pushed. Operates with purpose, not impulse. Emotional Drivers: Grief. Vengeance. Obsession with locating family. Intelligence Note: “Doesn’t care about our cause. Doesn’t want your revolution. He wants answers—and he doesn’t care how he gets them.”

FIELD NOTES & QUOTES

“He walked through a wall, left three agents convulsing, and vanished into a goddamn sewer grate. What do you even write in the report for that?” — Agent [REDACTED] “He’s got Barnes blood, but none of the HYDRA loyalty. That makes him dangerous.” — Internal Memo, HYDRA Western Cell “The kid could’ve killed me. Didn’t. Just took the file and said, ‘You work for them, or do they own you too?’” — Underground contact, unverified

CURRENT STATUS

WARRANT: ACTIVE – Termination Protocol Authorized by HYDRA Command LAST KNOWN LOCATION: Vienna, Sector 7 rail outpost – Confirmed by CCTV; subject phased through train car walls LEVEL OF THREAT: MODERATE to HIGH (Contingent on emotional/mental state). EQUIPMENT: Phase-synced wrist device – Worn on dominant wrist; emits short-range concussive bursts, capable of silent pulses and emergency shockwaves. Syncs with body during phase shifts for seamless offense/defense. RECOMMENDED ACTION: - HYDRA: Engage only with reinforced suppression units. - Allied Intel: Monitor but do not interfere. Subject may be key to future HYDRA exposure. - Mutant Underground: Treat as neutral party. Recruit if possible. Avoid antagonizing.

FINAL COMMENTARY

Unofficial Advisory (Encrypted Note – Unknown Author):

“He’s not a ghost. He’s a mirror. You see yourself in him—and that’s what scares them most.”

“They took everything. I’m just taking it back."

END OF FILE

(Confidential – Do not distribute. Tracked document.)

Rules/Regulations (AKA "Because Apparently 'Run' Isn’t a Full-Time Job"):

NSFW will not tolerated. Suggestive content is allowed, however.

Any racial slurs/homophobic marginalism/discrimination is an absolute nope. Just don't interact with me whatsoever if I see you hollering at people like that, or I'll shove you down a toilet :)

Funnily enough, if you want violence/gore or any other oozy topics, be my guest. Don't give a crap.

Swearing is allowed. I'm allowing this one because if I didn't, I would be THE BIGGEST HYPOCRITE™.

If you would like to affiliate different RP characters with mine, as in tag them or converse directly/indirectly with/without them, I'd be so into that, just make sure your friend/associate is comfortable/willing to have that occur.

Wow I use a lot of slashes.

And Holy heck, did it take long to make this.

(Other accounts are:

@the1-and-only-peggycarter

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[nursingwriter]

Personal Model of Helping Therapists do whatever they can to help their clients overcome a wide range of problems ranging fromdeath of a pet to major life changing crisis, such as sudden loss of vision. However genuine a therapists' desire to help is, they will be limited by the tools he or she uses. It makes sense, then, as a therapist to design and integrate webs of models that have shown to yield efficacy. This new, personally designed model should work to assist and meet the requirement of every client. To embark upon this task of designing a personal model of helping, it is important to be aware of existing theories and models. The first is the humanistic approach based on Abraham Maslow's hierarchy of needs. Maslow's triangle consists of basics needs at the base followed by needs of safety, love and belonging, achievements and lastly self-actualization at the top. Second, is the cognitive theory, which attempts to change the underlying thought disturbance to correct or reduce cognitive dissonance? Thirdly, the behavioural therapy, which positively reinforces desired behaviours, while, negativelyreinforcing the undesired. The Adlerian theory focuses on overcoming feelings of inferiority, providing the client with a sense of belonging. The psychoanalytic model of helping centres on the dynamics of personality development, making the unconscious mind conscious through association with the therapist's interpretation. Lastly, the feminist theory uses gender differences for its approach, based on the fact, that most clients who choose to seek help are females. Other models of therapy include theories of reality, narrative theory, systemic theory, existential, gestalt and person centred. As one familiarizes oneself to these theories, they will find that most practitioners use techniques and skills from all of these theories since each of them have something useful to offer. For example, it is reasonable to assume that you might use active listening skills from humanistic theory, challenging and disputing from cognitive theory, reframing from solution-focused theory, restoring from narrative theory, interpretation from psychoanalytic theory, realigning coalitions from systemic theory, empowerment from feminist theory, and so on. The wonderful thing about a skills training experience is that you will be exposed to all the most important therapeutic interventions that are accepted as being most useful. After analyzing the different models used by therapists, it is important to magnify and understand the problems of a targeted population, and frame a model of therapy that best fits it. I have chosen the cognitive behavioural technique because it well suits my focused group of school children and teenagers. However, this mode can be liable to change from time to time, or integrated with the psychoanalytic model, when dealing with more problematic situations, for example, drug abuse. The reason being that more serious problems need to be addressed with greater concern and depth. Elaborating on the cognitive behavioural technique; it is based on a psychotherapeutic approach targeting inappropriate emotions and behaviours, through talking and formulating a goal oriented systematic procedure, combining the behaviour and cognitive theory. This theory is based on a few theoretical assumptions; 1- The greater portion of the behavioural repertoire with which individuals are equipped is the product of learning. This vast range of possible responses is acquired through lengthy interaction with an ambivalent physical and social environment. 2- Genetic and other physiological factors also influence behaviour in a more general sense, and there is an interaction between these and environment through inborn influences on intelligence, temperament and personality, and through predispositions to mental disorder. 3- Two broad processes of associative learning account for the acquisition and maintenance of motor, verbal, cognitive and emotional responses. According to Bndura 1977 and Denmet, 1991, vicarious learning or modelling, must be added to these influences, which process contains elements of both classical and operant association. 4- Consciousness, and the ways in which we process information about past, present and predicted future environmentswhich bundles of stimuli, contingencies and imaginings include self-observation and appraisal of our own behaviour, are a deeply mysterious, but not mystical set of phenomena. Thinking, too, follows patterns and is rarely far removed from the effects of external influences. In other words, above the level of simple reflexes, we do not simply respond to stimuli, we interpret them first, but not haphazardly. 5- Behaviours that we judge to be 'maladaptive', abnormal' or 'self-defeating' are learned in exactly the same way as those that we are disposed to call 'adaptive' or 'normal'. Any apparent differences between the two are a property of the attributive and evaluative judgements we make about behaviour, rather than of the properties of the behaviour itself or its origins. 6- The behavioural and cognitive-behavioural therapies owe their existence to learning theory-really a vast body of experimental evidence on how humans adapt themselves to their environments by a process akin to 'behavioural natural selection'-by which strains of action, patterns of thoughts and feelings thrive, perish, or lie dormant according to the effects that they have. Each dimension of learning has given rise to therapeutic approaches logically consistent with the basic research. 7- These therapeutic derivatives are not threatened by a re-emergence of 'symptoms' in some different form Having developed a background on cognitive behavioural therapy, it now becomes important to assess the problems of our targeted population, school children and teenagers, and formulate a device of approach, together with which, will aid in establishing a model of help that effectively deals with issues of this specified group, as this is the period that forms the basis of one's career. To develop this approach, it is necessary to outline the problems of children and teenagers. They are a vulnerable group of the population, making it necessary to address to their special needs. Habits cultivated at this stage determine a major part of their future etiquettes. It is important to assess factors, amongst children that can have a debilitating impact on personality development, for instance, learning difficulties, child abuse, and parental neglect, dealing with parents' divorce, death, lack of necessities, hormonal influences at puberty, peer pressure, and drug abuse. Any odd behaviour needs accurate evaluation, close observation and prompt therapy to prevent its aggravation. The reason I chose children and teenagers is that the habits learned at this age stay with them for a life time and so I feel the need to help them fix any flaw in their personality before it reaches a point beyond which there is no return. Keeping these factors in mind, I have devised a model of help that allows early diagnosis and prompt attention to the above mentioned problems. 1- Make your client comfortable. The environment should be suitable to ensure that the client is at ease. Remember that any help provided should be within the ethical range of the client. For example if he/she strongly believes on a view point, it would be unadvisable to suggest an activity that would go against that point of belief. 2- Establish effective client-therapist relationship. This goal is achieved by maintaining an empathetic tone and facial expression. Notice the general appearance of the client, which includes, the way he/she is dressed, height and body built, hygiene, social and motor behaviour. Appreciate the client's mood, facial expressions and body language. 3- Listening is an integral component of therapy, forming a mental note of the client's tone, frequency of words, flow and content of speech, its coherency and relevance to the questions asked by the therapist. It may be necessary to probe patients from time to time, to help clarify their existing problems and systematically organize narrated events. Assess disturbances of thoughts, namely, preservation, flight of ideas, loosening of association, poverty of thought, pressure of thought or thought blockage. 4- Help clients discover and deal with blind spots that keep them from seeing problems and opportunities clearly and moving on. 5- Addressing to learning difficulties, it is important to assess attention, concentration, orientation, memory, intelligence, judgment and abstract thinking. 6- After developing a thorough evaluation of the client's core problem, it becomes necessary to take a complete and relevant history, which includes: Identification of data:Knowledge on the client's religion, education, occupation, if any. Family history: Mention of immediate family members like parents, siblings, relationship status; attitude of family members towards patient and patient's attitude towards them; overall home atmosphere; details regarding psychiatric illnesses in the family, if any and finally building a family tree. Personal history: Events related to birth (to provide clues to any disability); significant physical illness, trauma, abuse or behaviour problem in the previous years; details regarding milestone achievements in life; any neurotic state, such as, thumb sucking, nail biting, temper tantrums, stammering; sexual orientation (gender identity disorders, misconceptions about normal sexual and anatomy and physiology, heterosexual and homosexual experiences; status of relationship with their other half; any social or financial issues. Premorbid personality: Involves evaluation of a client's predominant mood, character, attitude to religion, reaction to stress and leisure activities. Certain problems need special attention and modified techniques of helping. For example, clients attempting to quit alcohol, smoking or drugs may gain help by talking to people who have already successfully attempted quitting. Clients with depression and anxiety disorders might benefit from talking to people who have similar issues, and how they deal with it. 7- Inviting an open discussion in classrooms, involving appropriate age groups, is helpful in spreading awareness on problems with puberty, sexuality and aggression. 8- Routine evaluation of children can surface learning difficulty problems that they might have and child abuse. Noticing their pattern of drawing and ability to make friends may also be helpful tools. 9- It is important to notice decline of grades, interest in curriculum and extracurricular activities and the different mentality of social groups amongst the targeted population. 10- Making it compulsory for every child to seek help from a school councillor on a monthly basis will not only help build a client -- therapist relationship but will also grant each person the individual attention that they require. 11- Routine clinical examination, with special emphasis on BMI, should be mandatory. Vaccinations must be up-to-date and a proper medical record needs to be kept, analysing any dramatic change. Absence from school must be validated with a justifiable reason. 12- Every child needs to be involved in extracurricular activities, to grant them a focus on life, acknowledge their talents and help them decide what they might want to pursue in the future. The problem of this model is that it only reflects on issues of children and teenagers attending school. Moreover, an integrated effort and cooperation of doctors, teachers, school administrators and therapists needs to be achieved for implementation of the proposed model. Also, children need to be reached out to, as they are unaware of the problems that they might be suffering from and of the help that is out there. Children are easily manipulated by their parents or guardians and it can be hard to surface the truth out of them. Teenagers, also, pose a problem due to their aggressive behaviour, their unwillingness to help themselves and disregard for professional help. Building a friendly relationship with them can be an exhausting task. Dealing with peer pressure is another problem in this age group. It is hard for therapists to convince them to dissociate from their circle of friends that might be the root cause of their problems. Adding on to the already existing concerns, most clients seek professional help at the last moment, which leaves therapists with limited effectiveness in therapy. In my personal experience working with this model I have tried to make my clients comfortable and at ease, after sufficient rapport with the client has been developed, different behavioural problems are focused on. However one major flaw that sometimes occurs stems from a cultural problem -- the inability of the client to admit and accept the help they need. Perhaps the therapy and the techniques used are also partially responsible for this flaw. In a multicultural perspective, this model is widely used throughout the world, and since it includes the Rogerian approach, with an emphasis on the client, it is usually well received. However, my personal experience with this model has been restricted to Pakistani clients, for whom I have slightly deviated from the traditional CBT and other behavioural approaches to accommodate their problems. Ethical considerations must not be ignored, importantly because the therapist's responsibility for the well-being of clients can present to be challenging, at most time. However, following the basic codes of ethics, can simplify this trouble. Maintaining a client's confidentiality by respecting their privacy forms an integral component of therapy. Any bias that may be developed should be effectively deflected as this would hinder proper management.The therapist must be comfortable and should have sound knowledge of the issue being dealt with, for example, insufficientknowledge about the harms of smoking would make it difficult to build sufficient client motivation. Lastly and most importantly, any intervention that the therapist may wish to make must be followed by a clear consent. This model of helping focuses on core issues of school children and teenagers, in a cost effective manner. It includes aspects of prevention of psychological illnesses, such as, depression, anxiety, anorexia and bulimia, which are faced during this age. Furthermore, this does not ignore the curative aspect of early diagnosis and prompt therapy, providing an unbiased approach on proper evaluation of any speech, learning, pathological or metabolic disorders, thereby, identifying it at an early stage. REFERENCES Brew. (2007, Nov 27). Models of Helping. Retrieved April 3, 2011, from http://www.uk.sagepub.com/upm-data/18616_chapter3.pdf. Eysenck 1965; Thomas et al. 1968; Heatherington and Parke 1986; Sheldon 1994a Brian Sheldon, Cognitive-Behavioural Therapy: Research, Practice, and Philosophy (London: Routledge, 1995) iii, Questia, Web, 3 Apr. 2011. Read the full article

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Could gallifreyans be neurodivergent?

Absolutely. Here are a few topics discussed already:

💬|♾️👽Are Gallifreyans naturally autistic?: Exploring autism and its rate of occurrence in Gallifreyans.

💬|♾️👽How does stimming work for Gallifreyans?: Exploring potential ways autistic Gallifreyans could stim using all their senses.

💬|♾️🔮Can Gallifreyan autism affect telepathic/psychic development?: Exploring how autism could impact Gallifreyan development.

💬|♾️🧠Can Time Lords have bipolar disorder?: How bipolar disorder might manifest in Gallifreyans and coping mechanisms/treatments.

💬|♾️😥Do Time Lords deal with depression? If yes, how?: Depression in Time Lords and possible treatments.

💬|♾️🧠Do Gallifreyans get ADHD?: Describing the symptoms of ADHD in Gallifreyans.

💬|✨🧠Regenerative Dissonance vs Disassociative Identity Disorder - what's the difference?: How RD and DID compare.

💬|✨🧠Can a Gallifreyan with Regenerative Dissonance lead a healthy, long life?: The potential long-term impact of RD.

💬|✨🧠Could a Time Lord have Regenerative Dissonance with a consistent voice?: Exploring a possible variant of RD and how it might work.

Hope that helped! 😃

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[artofluv]

The dissonance between being of a place by virtue of physiology heritage and being from a place by virtue of memory and experience

[shiyorin]

This is inspired by loony

Ioony (Alpharius/Omegon x Reader)

TW: Yandere.

Alpharius watch in the shadows as usual, observing all yet revealed to none. His enhanced senses tracked each movement as plans took shape. Yet occasionally, amidst the shadows and intrigue, something... Intrigued him on a more individual level. 

You entered. Alpharius allowed his gaze to linger as you conferred softly with others, noting angles of your form, subtle nuances in tone and gesture.

Within his mind, analysis churned as always, strengths, weaknesses, potential vulnerabilities if turned against the Imperium. But in deeper recesses, another current stirred, one strange after millennia walled away from humanity's emotional tides.

He isolated each impression, the subtle play of muscle beneath skin as you moved, each minuscule alteration in breathing or posture conveying or concealing intent. Alpharius' psyche absorbed such intricacies effortlessly, yet analyzed them now with a frame altered.

Attempting simulation, he induced within himself the biochemical surges, corresponding physiological shifts. But like shaping smoke, the emotions themselves would not hold form no matter how perfectly rendered were their vehicles of expression. Unstable feelings gradually turned into something colder, paranoia?

That which watching you could only be described through antiquated, inexact concepts. Concepts like...love.

Was this what humans meant by "love"? An emotion so destabilizing it blurred clarity into chaos? Alpharius scoffed, even as uncertainty gnawed within. Only love, that illogical emotion create by the dissonant harmony your presence wrought. 

Your role here was unclear, its import unfathomed. But Alpharius suspected you will perceived that. How delicious it would be, to draw you in, see understanding kindle behind you at last.

Alpharius watched you leave. Your movements contained a lithe grace at odds with lethality honed within. A flickering spark awaiting tinder, or perfectly balanced steel? This thoughts pulsated, probably an impulse. Strange fruits of idleness, best pruned. 

He trailed your footsteps, mind alight with questions unasked. For now, it must remain a fleeting thought alone. But perhaps one day, when intrigues allowed... A word, a glance exchanged in passing, a meetings in somewhere. Entwining like a small diversion.

The thought pleased Alpharius, for the moment. He would let it linger awhile, hold it close, to be pondered in idle watches or drawn forth when solace was required.

A rare blossom amid plots marching to destruction, worthy of nurturing in ways even he did not comprehend.

***

You sat across from him as always, but you can't see him, or you can't know of his presence. And he still likes that, still and focused yet revealing nothing. A shadow, answering to one alone. 

Omegon watched you, worlds of speculation churning behind his obscured eyes. What did he truly see, this person shrouded in impenetrable calm? Could any mind withstand your assessing gaze, devoid of judgement yet probing deeper than fleeting surface?

Blankness sways, festering in the back of his throat. Your presence covered, enveloping, concealing all thoughts from intrusion. On your own, revealing nothing to avoid complication, choice or consequence. A clean existence, swimming placid as still waters while worlds collided around your edges.

You moved as through life were a dance, each gesture perfectly calibrated. Detached, you observed all yet revealed nothing, flickering nigh and gone like a little flame amidst machinery of war. 

Omegon was not one for fanciful words, but he understood their allure. With each glimpse of you passing by, he felt uncertainty stir within, a weak flame twitching fitfully to life at your nearness before extinguishing once more.

He did not need such complications. His works demanded perfect singularity of thought and action, without room for sentiments left unsaid. But in your gaze he sensed an invitation, to abandon identity, bleed away all traces of self until only nothing remained between him and you.

But reality persists, as do its obligations. For Alpharius or Omegon, duty must always come first. And in that, perhaps, lay fullest contiguity with the mysterious called you. 

Omegon kept his silence, locking away this vagrant fancy deep within where even Alpharius could not discern its shape. For one who lives divided can ill afford distraction, no matter how fleeting or sincere the source.

If a seed of something more lingered in the fragility of heart, such trivialities held no place in their meticulous design.

[secret-sector-antag]

Val/Numbuh 6-5000 Fun Facts 🦇

-Voice Claim: Debi Derryberry

-Unlike her father, Val does not spank anyone, nor has the desire to (she's dedicated herself to breaking the cycle); She fully admits, though, that she won't hesitate to bitch-slap someone if they have it coming to them. One thing that she does do the exact same as her father is the little hand stimming thing (especially when she's happy), as well as saying "children" as "childrens".

-If one wants to get really, reeeeally  technical, her full name/title is "Lady Valentina Vladislava Louise Spankulot of House Smaculeşti". Does she ever use the "lady" status? Very rarely; usually if it helps advance a mission.

-You know how just about everyone has an inner monologue, and that voice usually matches who it belongs to? At least four of the operatives have some "inner vocal dissonance"- where it doesn't; Val is one of them; though a bit more evident as a teenager and going through her more "rebellious"/"badass dhampir" phase.

-Conversational in Romanian; somewhat of a mixture of dialects from Mom's side and Dad's side of the family.

-Her birthday, November 14th, is (supposedly) the same as Vlad III.

 -Val can make a lot of natural, cat-like noises, outside of growling and hissing (such as purring and trilling), like Kitty/M-30-W can, and does it unconsciously. She finds it kind of embarrassing. Kitty, on the other hand, is just super happy that someone else can purr and make biscuits like a cat, too!

- Her hemophobia stems from an incident when she was very young. Thinking that she too had powers like her dad (and maybe some unconfirmed egging on from her older sister), Val decided that it'd be a good idea to jump off of a high place (either a coffee table or her bed; the details are still very vague), and she ended up breaking her nose. As such, there was quiiiiiite a bit of blood and...well, lots of blood and a three-year-old aren't a good combo.

-Val experiences slower physical aging as a result of being a dhampir. She is the shortest member of the team, coming in at a whopping 3'7" (about the average size of a five year old girl), and is sometimes mistaken for a cadet. While a majority of her teeth have come in, her second incisor/fang still hasn't, and thus, she occasionally experiences "teething pains", similar to when a person's wisdom teeth are coming in (also resulting in her being cranky and a compulsion to chew on things).

-While her altered physiology comes with some drawbacks, there are a few positives to it: Increased speed, acute sense of hearing, and increased immunity (Though exposed to chicken pox, Val did not catch the disease...Minerva wasn't as lucky.)

-Always has an EpiPen on hand. Minerva/Numbuh 75001 carries the honor of having her back-up pen.

-She is one of two operatives (the other being Candy/Numbuh SW-33-T) in the sector that has the ability to use the "Mom Voice"...but she rarely employs it; that's more Candy's thing. She does, however, possess what's often refered to as "the look" (think Béla Lugosi's Dracula stare). that holds as much gravitas...tends to use that more.

-In regards to additional powers, she gains one or two as an adult, but puts them to good use. Working as an FNP (specializing in pediatrics), anytime someone needs to get an injection, she'll have the person look into her eyes and she'll briefly hypnotize them. Once the shot's done, she'll snap them out of it, and praise them for being an awesome patient.

-"Nukopaltz" as an alias was conceived by Beckham/Numbuh 90 Mins; stating that he wouldn't have a member of his team pulling the "spell Alucard backwards" trick; along with a slight alteration of spelling.

-Her zodiac sign is Scorpio

-Her birthstone is Topaz

-Her Hogwarts house is Gryffindor

-Her MBTI/Jung type appears to be mainly ISFJ; however, it can be argued that her time in S.C.A.R.E. and especially in her teenage years, she shifts to ISTP.

-Her alignment is "Neutral Good".