#thank you always for the sciencey asks!

[dandorime]

Given that kinesium seems to power the robots (I'm not sure if it's directly stated.), I think it's fair to assume that it has electrical properties.

I believe, at the end of the third game, our vision is a bit hazy with simplified colors. Do you think (assuming Agent Phoenix had ocular implants by the time KBOOM takes place), kinesium (especially the destabilized kind) can mess with electronics like the ocular implants?

... I have a few ideas if this is so. >:3

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ WHEEEE KINESIUM THEORY TIME!

Cool thing about powering things IRL (and please forgive me if you know this already), humans have now figured out how to convert every form of energy we know of into every other form. We had a hell of a breakthrough when we figured out how to turn heat into motion (steam engines), and again when we got motion to transform into electricity (generators), but there are a ton of other ways we can do it, too. We've had piezoelectricity (elastic deformation of crystal creating electrical charge directly, no wires or magnets for a generator necessary) since the late 1800s. So heck yeah it's reasonable to assume Kinesium is being used to produce electrical charge, and sure, that can definitely mess up any electronically-driven implants. ദ്ദി '꒳' )

...but there's other ways it could have an impact, too...

Personally, I don't count the ocular implants from Home Sweet Home as canon because that kind of technology would have been a real stretch in the time period of the games, but that's just me.

Biological vision, as I'm sure you know, is not just created in the retina of the eye. There's a large part of the human brain dedicated to interpreting the chemo-electrical signals coming down the optic nerves to give us the experience of shapes, motion and colors. This is why we can't be sure that any two people perceive color the same way, actually. Is your red the same as my red? Your "red" is just your brain's interpretation of ~700nm electromagnetic waves, completely made up inside your skull. Do any two brains display it the same way to their respective consciousnesses? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

We don't know exactly where the TK implant is situated in the brain, but if the crystal powering the implant resonates with the frequency of the blast wave, we can assume Phoenix quite literally "got their bell rung" when the (weakened) wave hit: the Kinesium in their brain would have been vibrating like a bell hit with a hammer. That could have all kinds of deleterious effects on their consciousness, vision, and other senses... it just depends on where the vibrations occurred and what processes they interrupted. Could it even result in brain damage? Sure. >:3c

[paintbrushnebula]

I saw your peni and Gwen art from a while ago and it's absolutely adorable. And I was wondering if you had any headcanons for the two of them ?? I don't see people talking about them much

Aw hey glad you liked that art! I really wanna make some more comics with spiderverse characters soon. And I just love Gwen and Peni as characters and what their dynamic could be like.

That being said, you've REALLY come to the right place for some headcanons for these two goobers! You've done my heart good with this ask ^_^

Peni had been a part of the society longer than Gwen, but she hadn't remained in touch with any of the OG spider-gang. I wanna read up on Peni's comics one of these days so I can learn more, but I do think Peni had a nasty canon event happen in the past year before Gwen joined HQ. Peni didn't want to talk to anyone, but then one day was at HQ after dark for whatever reason (maybe she just dropped off a successfully captured anomaly). Since Gwen apparently lived at HQ, she was up and find Peni curled up silently crying. Gwen didn't know what to say, so she just started carding her fingers lightly through Peni's hair. Peni let out a little gasp and then leaned into the touch without ever looking at Gwen in the eye. Neither of them said a word. They just sat there. Gwen offered to let Peni sleepover in her HQ dorm room, but Peni declined. Peni avoided Gwen even more after that night. Idk I don't think any of the spider gang from the first film really kept in touch in the past year. I'm sure that changes after ATSV though.

Now after BTSV however, Peni would really open up about everything. And Gwen's now learned a thing or two about being moral support. Peni's (jesus the typos) constantly showing up at Gwen's window at ungodly hours, just an absolute bawling mess, the poor thing. All Gwen has to do is open her arms out wordlessly and Peni just hides her face in Gwen's abdomen and grips her shirt and everything. Gwen says very little, just coos and a bunch of quiet little "it's okay"'s. Gwen's way of comforting people is like she's trying to calm a spooked cat. This is all new for her, but she doesn't seem to realize that she's kinda a natural lol. This time, when Gwen offers to let Peni sleepover for the night, Peni doesn't hesitate.

Gwen spoils Peni rotten lol. Whenever higher authority complains about Peni's antics, or tells on her to Gwen, she'll ALWAYS side with Peni. Miguel could go to Gwen complaining that her little spitfire is hacking into the watches to send unflattering pictures of him to the entire society and Gwen will go "omg she's literally just a bby why can't you just leave her alone."

They do watchathons of bad movies late at night to make fun of them like ya do with ya homies.

Gwen CONSTANTLY forgets that Peni is 15. Like she doesn't seriously think she's a toddler, but she lets the super short anime girl look fool her into thinking she's 12 or something. So like if Gwen sees Peni maneuvering a vehicle, she freaks out for a minute before she remembers, or if Peni is about to a watch a PG-13 movie and Gwen will FLAIL for a hot second.

Gwen hands down a lot of her old clothes that don't fit her anymore to Peni.

Gwen doesn't understand any of Peni's smart sciencey talk, they both know it, but Gwen gives Peni's ramblings her full undivided attention anyway.

(I actually posted this one recently) Sometimes Peni will just walk up to Gwen and stretch her arms out, to signal that she wants Gwen to deadlift carry her by her pits like she's a cat. When Gwen does it, Peni just lets her head hang back and her body go limp like she's dead or smth. Gwen just holds her out like that and goes about her day like normal for half an hour.

they both share an obsession with Pokémon. They make fan covers of the music together.

Thank you for the ask! I love these two sibs ^U^

[ay0nha]

Who would be interested in a Detective!Tommy Miller x forensic!reader but in the sense like he’s sort of that hot headed/always suspended/about to be fired way and has a soft spot for the sciencey reader…??

Snippet of the idea below the cut of the vibes/idea:

It was like Tommy stepped in scat.

Shit followed him everywhere. The drag of a cheap cigarette did nothing to alleviate the stench of death that weighed on him.

No days were easy when someone saw what he did. Tommy wasn’t naive when he became a detective; it was the draw. Every big whig went to extreme lengths to cover things up, but some people were just fucked up.

This wasn’t even the goriest thing he’d seen, but the jar of teeth made him nauseous. Tommy couldn’t even reach for it; the thought of who they belonged to soured everything. He crouched down, weight shifting in the still-wet mud, cementing his lament.

“Fuck.” He flicked the butt away, hoping it would carry his nerves with it. He just cursed again, just as breathy and just as vengeful.

The black around the still-intact enamel proved even fire wasn’t enough to erase the haunting cruelty. In the literal sense of the word, the serial killer was artful. Intelligent. Tommy wished he could conjure more derogatory words, but he was too emotionally stumped to do so.

Tommy’s phone interrupted his thoughts; he knew he’d be chewed out for being where he was if he picked it up. Leave it, they told him. It was instinctual to disobey. Damn, near impossible to let it go when the tokens were in front of him, showing teeth worth more than the bodies the department found.

There was always more.

“Yeah?” Tommy’s casualty always rubbed others the wrong way.

“Miller—” His partner barked on the other line. Tommy didn’t care one way or the other; his partners never stayed for long. “—Marlene’s pissed, says I was s’pposed to stop you. We don’t have fucking clearance, Tommy—”

Tommy lied. It became second nature to spew nonsense. He struggled to remember what he lied about his absence. Usually, it was some bullshit about picking up leftover grunt work that he disguised with those keywords: paperwork, higher-up formalities, and whatever caused his partner’s eyes to glaze over with boredom.

Like always, to get out of the cowpie he’d asked for, he conjured your name, knowing its spell could calm a rabid animal.

—

Your performance was getting better, more natural to the trained eyes on you. Although your confidence grew, your head was still low. Perceived submission was the palatable role the forensics team took on in the eyes of the other departments.

The detectives were the worst, treating their barely-there hierarchy like high school divisions. The jocks and the nerds existed again. One couldn’t tetter on the line. Yet, there you were, steps firm in the direction of their department. Even they couldn’t verbalize your presence.

Eyes tracked you until you met Tommy’s desk, once there, they scattered trying to attune their ears to the conversation you sparked.

“I got these for you…” you muttered with partial indifference. Despite your pluralization, the manila folder was practically empty. Your loud gratitude confirmed the staging. “Thank you again for picking up those extra samples for me…”

Tommy’s cigarette twitched with amusement, his eyes sparkling with jest at your words. There wasn’t a true need for all your talk, especially not with him. Peace of mind, you told him once. But he was convinced a small part of you enjoyed being in on the lie.

“Anytime.” His tone was smooth and genuine. “Though, might need to return a favor or two. Got chewed out for you.”

You frowned. You read between the lines; Tommy was in deep. It was an unconscious warning.

“That—” He pulled his cigarette from his lips, knowing where you stood on the vice. “—or dinner.”

Ears were sharp, catching his rehearsed line. Those around you muttered with cough-covered snickers and scoffs. Men, you thought. Your glare was enough to convey your indignation.

You nodded despite the decline. “Have a good one, Tommy.”

[punsmaster69]

8/DEC/20XX

a deep breath, and i feel a sense of nostalgia.

weird nostalgia. wouldn't go back, but i still think fondly of what happened.

the crispness of the cold air in snowdin takes me back- and i'm already reminiscing about random memories.

point to almost any rock formation along the walls of this place, and papyrus can probably tell you exactly how he's climbed it.

kicking the snow with my slippers a little bit, i remember how he used to warn me about wearing 'em outside.

—-

"YOU'LL SLIP AND FALL IN THOSE!!"

"naahh. i'll be fine."

"......"

"SEE? EVEN GRILLBY AGREES IT'S A BAD IDEA!!"

—-

for the most part, i always was fine; just had to be careful around the ice.

fortunately, it's not an issue using shortcuts; really only ever slipping a few times.

—-

"I SAID THIS WOULD HAPPEN."

"you've slipped even in your boots."

"THAT WAS A ONE-OFF ACCIDENT!"

"so was this."

sliding me across the ice until we were close enough to the snow to stand again, papyrus lifted me onto my feet once more.

"I TOLD YOU THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA."

"you've gotta admit that over two weeks without slipping in these is pretty good."

"THERE'D HARDLY BE SLIPPING AT ALL IF YOU WOULD JUST PUT ON BETTER FOOTWEAR."

"these are way better."

"OBVIOUSLY NOT?! YOU 𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛 SLIPPED!"

"but with snow boots, you have to tie 'em and whatnot."

"YOU DO THAT WITH MOST SHOES, SANS."

"not with slippers."

"YOU'RE GOING TO WEAR SLIPPERS ALL THE TIME.."

"JUST SO THAT YOU DON'T HAVE TO TIE THEM?"

"yep."

"that's the plan."

"YOUR ABILITY TO CONSISTENTLY FIND THE LAZIEST ROUTE IN EVERY ASPECT OF LIFE CONFOUNDS ME, BROTHER."

"IT'S ALMOST IMPRESSIVE."

"thanks. that's the one thing i do put effort into."

"...BEING LAZY."

"it's hard work, doing this little."

—-

ahh.

back when new bad habits of mine still surprised him.

...speakin' of bad habits.

grillby's looks like it hasn't been touched since the day we took all the important stuff up.

the most one'll find in there now is a fine layer of dust only disturbed by me brushing against some stuff.

not that the jukebox ever worked before, but i'm pretty sure it wouldn't turn on if you tried at this point.

——

already knew the librarby was empty; they gave away all the books before leaving to the surface.

took the sciencey ones, myself.

wanted the joke book too, but a certain old lady got to it first.

officially, it is hers.

unofficially, the book keeps bouncing between being in either of our possession for months at a time.

it's gained a few pages over the years, a lined-paper section at the end with a lotta skeleton and snail puns.

think paps split the cookbooks with someone, and hoarded the puzzle books.

(not like anyone else was readin' those, anyway.)

there were a couple on monster history i'm almost certain i've seen frisk with a few times, so they must've gotten those.

as charming as this little place was, the new library's got way more selection.

sorry, not library.

still librarby.

they kept the name. too iconic to change it.

even if it had been changed, we'd all continue to call it the librarby anyway.

——

many of the folks who had shops down here have taken up that same role on the surface.

the two bunnies running the inn and shop moved somewhere closer to new home city for better business.

——

in the snow, i did what i'd done a million times in the past.

i parked myself at the foot of the door which separated snowdin from the ruins.

—-

"knock, knock."

"Who's there?"

she'd say.

"cash."

"Cash who?"

"no thanks, i'm more of a walnut guy."

and i'd heard her burst out into laughter from the other side.

"Knock, knock."

"who's there?"

"Hatch."

"hatch who?"

"Oh, bless you."

then she'd laughed at her own joke hard enough to be contagious.

"knock, knock."

"Who's there?"

"canoe."

"Canoe who?"

"canoe come out here? i'm gettin' bonely."

she got a good kick out of that one, but her laughter had a tinge of sadness to it.

"...But, I am afraid not."

didn't expect any different of an answer.

always thinking it better not to ask quite why, i shrugged.

"one day, maybe."

"or not."

"you could just be mysterious door lady forever if you want."

"....."

"Knock, knock."

"who's there?"

"Peas."

"peas who?"

"Peas excuse my secretiveness. I know it can be a bit off-putting."

"everyone's got their secrets, 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 problem to me if you keep a few."

"Ha! I am glad that you are so 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 with it."

"It is a joy to hear your 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 jokes every day!"

"nice to have someone with an a-𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳-able laugh to tell 'em to."

my slight regret about that pun immediately washed away upon hearing the laugh in question follow after it.

—-

....welp.

as fun as reminiscing has been, i've definitely left papyrus alone for far too long.

gotta spend at least a little time in the snow with him.

that's what we came back here for in the first place.

——

"WHEN DO YOU THINK IT'LL SNOW ON THE SURFACE?"

"it's supposed to get pretty cold soon, so probably not too long now."

"besides."

"if your desire for snow gets too awful bad, we'll just come down here again."

"WE SHOULD BRING FRIENDS WITH US NEXT TIME!"

"would be cool to re-visit the whole underground with everyone after all this time."

"OH!"

he sat straight up in the snow, scattering the powder around as he did so.

"YOU KNOW WHAT WE SHOULD DO?"

"what's that?"

"COME, COME! QUICKLY!!"

——

from that very same spot we all first looked in awe at our new future, me and him watched the sun set.

golden light poured over everything; sun beams warm in contrast to the town we've left once again.

"WHEN WE FIRST MOVED OUT FOR GOOD, I REALLY THOUGHT I'D MISS IT MORE."

"THOUGH, I DIDN'T EXACTLY HAVE THAT FEELING OF TRAPPED-NESS ON THE SAME LEVEL EVERYONE ELSE SEEMED TO."

"IT'S HARD TO GET BORED WHEN YOU'RE THE MOST ENTERTAINING SKELETON AROUND!"

"WITH THE COOLEST BROTHER AROUND."

"aww."

"...MAYBE I DID FEEL TRAPPED A LITTLE.. BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER ANYMORE."

"WE'RE ALL ON THE SURFACE TOGETHER, AND THAT 𝗜𝗦 WHAT MATTERS!"

when he turned to look at me, i couldn't tell whether his face was lit up more by the sun or the smile he had.

"I'M REALLY HAPPY HERE."

"me too."

[mamawasatesttube]

🧐🎢 for the ask game!

(Btw I love all the sciencey bits in your fics, also I just read the Kon and Clark fic and augh that first scene was so heartbreaking and the whole thing was amazing <3)

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

it depends on the story!! but yes i've definitely done research for fic purposes. most notably would probably be the two or three scientific papers i read about blue-banded gobies (a bidirectionally hermaphroditic species of fish that i first learned about in a bio class, and which inspired some of the kryptonian reproductive headcanons ive got)!! theyre really cool you go you funky little fish you. i've also done some digging into kryptonian as a conlang, though not nearly as much as i Could, and for the core four space adventures fic i'm still working on behind the scenes, i did a bunch of research on certain binary star systems to figure out where to set this fictional planet. (part of it is also that i just love astronomy, though.)

(also re: the sciencey bits - thank you!! :D i am a science guy, specifically biochemistry, and i love to put science stuff in my writing. i always love characters who do wetlab research because then i can hand them my wetlab opinions. yayyy differential staining!! boooo cryotome!!!)

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

UUUuuuuuUuhhh. god ive looked at all of them too long to think "this is wild" about most of them at all i think sdkfhjsa probably either the witching hour or sun-kissed, in wildly different ways???

[practically-an-x-man]

Your OCs' partners have been turned into frogs! Unfortunately, they also have been dropped in a pond, filled with other, identical frogs. How fast are they able to true loves' kiss them back?

Oooooh, that's fun!! Thank you!

Rae: It takes a few minutes, but they're quiet minutes. Really, she just takes a few steps back and waits for the chaos to sort itself out. She knows Warren will look for her, he always does, and it's definitely easier for him to locate her than vice versa.

Robin: The issue is not identifying the right frog. The issue is catching the right frog, because it's hopping around about twelve times faster than all the others in a vaguely brownish-green blur.

Madison: She just has Bravo scare them off, after verbally describing this plan out loud to the pond - the real frogs of course will scatter immediately, that's just natural instinct, but Alex should linger behind because he 1. heard the plan and 2. doesn't have that reflex, or at least not as strongly as the real frogs.

Ophelia: A couple buttons and buzzers from around her lab should do the trick. One frog hopping on one buzzer is coincidence, but the same frog pointedly hopping on each buzzer in turn is clearly intentional, and has to be Peter. It's the same premise as those dogs that use buttons to communicate.

Gia: Kinda just... sits around and waits for one of the frogs to do a particularly Kate-like thing? She's not sure what else to do. This might take a while.

Jasper: Tries to pinpoint Kyle through his emotions, which haven't changed too much and are still relatively distinct from the other frogs. At the very least, it'll get Jasper to the right general area of the pond, and they can do some more sussing-out from there.

Katherine: One she's in tune with the magic, she can kind of sense this spark within each of the museum exhibits that comes from the magic keeping them alive, and that includes Ahk. She can sense which frog is him, though she probably way overthinks the fairytale "kiss the frog" thing and starts cycling through all the frog-based myths and legends she knows to try and find a solution.

Kestrel: Simple. Turns into a frog themself and asks around a bit. It's a lot easier without the language barrier.

Quinn: I don't even know where to start with her. Even just assuming she actually does recognize what's going on, since I'm getting tired of just being like "oh well there's no magic here so she probably assumes it's just a hallucination", she still wouldn't know what the hell to do to fix it. Probably just, like, yell at the frogs to get them to hide and scatter and then sort through whichever ones are left.

Eris: Honestly... probably just sits down and starts kissing the frogs one by one. Time doesn't matter to them, salmonella especially doesn't matter to them, and it's just simpler than trying to work out some complex solution. It does take a while, though.

Nikoletta: I mean... in theory, she just has to wait a bit for the polka dots to start showing up again, right? They come around a few times a day when he's human, so she's got at most a few hours to wait before the physical cues start to show themselves. Not a fast solution, but an easy one.

Jimmy: Much like Eris, just works through the pond one frog at a time. Maybe Lars would have a more sciencey solution if their positions were switched, but it's the only thing Jimmy can really think to do. And it works, though it takes a while and Lars is never letting that story go.

Vivienne: Again, like Eris, probably just starts kissing frogs until it stumbles upon the right one. Once you get past the threat of salmonella (basically nil when you're a near-immortal siren or metahuman), it's really just the most straightforward solution out there.

[lixenn]

Hello!

Random Fuuta moment! ✨

Who would be your top 3 besties if you were part of the KHR universe? (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

Hey sweetie!!

I’m all for random Fuuta moments, thanks for the ask o((>ω< ))o

Now, I’d say I’m a rather easy going person and not that difficult to get along with, but I really don’t deal well with conflict and bossy people which already puts a looooot of characters out of the running for the Lix’ Bestie contest.

Considering that, I think my top 3 would be:

Bestie #1 Fon:

Look, I don’t know when or how I became such a sucker for Fon but damnit, I’m committed now! Like, look at this man: he has mastered the Zen™. He will look chaos in the eye and tell it no. He’s just vibing in the eye of the Storm, sipping tea and I need that in my life okay!! Also, he has a dragon tattoo which instantly gives him the Lix stamp of Approval! (Just dragons dude… Dragons make everything better.)

Bestie #2 Yamamoto:

He’s just this solid, go-with-the-flow kinda dude. Super reliable and very much ride or die, so he makes for great best friend material in my opinion. Plus he has a sword. It’s always good to have a bestie with a sword by your side in case someone needs a good stabbing.

Bestie #3 Spanner:

Now, this one was a bit tricky, I admit. I wanted someone sciencey since I’m a little science gremlin (credit to my buddy @myrmyrtheorca for that title) and I thought having a research buddy would be neat. Now, my specialty is cell biology and biochemistry, so Verde would probably have been the best candidate subject matter wise, but he's honestly quite intimidating to me. Like, he's genius levels of smart and I'm just a small guy playing around with cells, so I doubt I'd be able to keep up with him and that would make for a very frustrating friendship. Therefore, the pocket-sized scientist is out, and I needed to focus on other ventures. I'd guess Gokudera would have also been an option, he's a smart cookie after all and he must know looots of chemistry for making bombs, but I think I can only handle him in small doses, so he's also out.

I gave it a bit more of a think and concluded that Spanner would have been a good choice. Again, a very easy going guy and he has a mad scientist vibe without me fearing dissection when interacting with him. I know his field is mechanics and all, but I do have a background in material science, so we could make it work. Maybe do some prosthetics stuff, build a cyborg or something, it’ll be fun!

This was a great question! I never really thought about it, so it took me some time to come up with an answer. Thank you for your patience (*/ω＼*) Also, I have the attention span of a demented badger and get distracted very easily, sooo yeah. Sorry it took me so long.

[ask-chaosfam-neo]

Welcome everyone to Neo's personal ASKBLOG!!

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->Where we shall discuss everything from favorite things to munch on to whatever happened while at the Nexus :D

a drawing is meant to be here just gimme a minute to finish it teehee

--SOME QUICK RULES BEFORE WE START--

I feel like every askblog needs to have a set of them, so here you have some really (i guess) basic rules

1.- THE IMPORTANT INFORMATION

This is an oc AskBlog taking place in an OC centric Rise of the TMNT apocalypse AU in which earthlings managed to get the upper hand before and at the moment of the apocalypse that happens in the first segment of the movie, leading to much more of a "normal" life while still in the ruins and in imminent danger thanks to the Krang. My OC is in this universe alongside some of my friends' OCs that started this AU, some of them have followed my lead and created askblogs for themselves :D I'll leave links to them right here if you wanna check them out (will update as more askblogs are created)

Dahlia a.k.a. the mother &lt;3

Sho a.k.a. the other (technically first) grumpy emo child

Tysk a.k.a. the sweetest sister :3

Glitzi a.k.a. sciencey chaos child

!!!! I WOULD LIKE TO STRESS THAT THIS BLOG IN BOTH THE ROTTMNT AND OC LORE CONTEXT IS SEMI-CANON !!!! Anything that happens here is affected by pre-established lore but may not necessarily affect future events! so I don't have to worry about timeline issues lmao My sona might make some appearances too from time to time so if you see a star themed gremlin from time to time that's me hiii :D

2.- THE MUSE/CHARACTER

Neo "Turmoil" Sone Cruz, my silly RotTMNT hybrid oc that you'll get to uncover lore of as the askblog progresses! Basic information would be that they were a child fighter at the Nexus from 8-13 years old, escaped, and much later in life at 17 got adopted by the Kaylus family. Now, at the age of 19, they're moody and sarcastic mostly but for this blog they get to be a bit more laid-back since most of the sad stuff has already happened to them. most of them.

3.- THE MUN/OWNER

DeesOhTee/superneovastar which is ME!! and just me (for now unless a friend offers to co-manage the blog or smth)

4.- MY BOUNDARIES N STUFF

No NSFW pls!!! even though the character is not a minor I'd feel very iffy since this character is still very much a teen and means a lot to me personally :)

Anything that makes me uncomfortable will be rightfully deleted.

If you have any questions that are not related to my OC directly but more like the worldbuilding or me the creator, ask away! Also counts for any confusion you might have about these rules but AS ALWAYS be decent about it and don't be a weirdo ty :3

5.- ASK AND ANONS

1. One question per ask please! You may have two only if they’re directly related.

2. M!A is allowed, to a degree. M!As need to be something that could reasonably happen in the apocalypse and mystic context of Rise. For example, if the situation allows it, something like “Neo loses connection while on a mission” or "Neo accidentally stumbles upon a stash of mystic potions and shenanigans ensue" would be allowed. If it's a rlly creative ask maybe I'll give it a chance for the sake of "the funnie and the sillie"

3. IF YOU ARE GLITZI you may have a pass for M!As but only if you run it thru me personally beforehand. But nothing too wild and please always think about stuff that would, again, fit in the context (plushies and alt timelines r fine with me cus i love them as long as u follow these rules :3).

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Given these rules into consideration, I wish you a happy time asking away ur most ridiculous questions to my wet cat of a character :) have fun!!

[bg-sparrow]

🥊🍀 💎 For Emma! oc ask

OC Ask Game for Emma! Woo!

🥊 What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Emma is her father's daughter and loves her science, especially if it involves playing with electricity. But she has other, less-sciencey things she loves to do, like watching old sitcoms, woodworking, and tutoring her peers after school in the library.

Emma hates putting away laundry. She has a sea-green chaise lounge chair in her bedroom that few people even know exists because it is always buried under clean laundry.

🍀 What originally inspired the OC?

I grew up watching BttF in bits and pieces when it aired on television with my dad in the early 90s. It wasn't until junior high I think that I got to see the whole series linearly. So, four-year-old Erica is watching Doc and Marty go on all these crazy adventures and initially thinks they are grandfather and grandson. My dad corrects me, and because this was a big trend in the media/ fairytales I had digested at the time, I assumed, "Oh, then Doc must have a daughter that marries Marty someday." Again, I was wrong, but I couldn't shake the idea.

By high school, when I finally knew the series front-and-back, I revisted this silly, fleeting thought from my childhood and was like, "Yeah, what would Doc having a daughter look like?" So I tried writing Emma for the first time. And she was a total disaster of a Mary Sue.

Then it was 2013 and I'm like "2015 is coming soon; how cool would it be to write that 'Doc has a daughter' fanfic for the big anniversary?" Having a few OC inserts under my belt at the time, I decided to really rework Emma and committed to the Time Circuits Series. Only it took me a lot longer to finish it that I thought it would!

💎 Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

I have killed her off a few times (oh, the joys of time travel fics), but in their final timeline, post-series, I don't see that being a thing. The closest I got to killing her off for real was in There Are No Roads (Time Circuits #2.5), where I wrote the September 1885B timeline (where Marty doesn't show up and Doc gets shot at the festival by Tannen and dies). She had quite a dramatic end, and I've no real desire to one-up it. :)

Thank you so much for the ask! :D

[cavefilllingcorporation]

Meeting of the Drones, part 1

This is a voice log between The Admiral and The Scientist. Both parties have agreed to share this voice log to provide transparency for our investors. The exact names of the members in the call have been censored for privacy.

The Admiral: So, [The Scientist]. I see you’ve taken the time to interrupt me, so I hope this is important. To what do I owe the pleasure?

The Scientist: Well, I hope I wasn’t interrupting something.

The Admiral: No, but my time is valuable. So, what do you wish to talk about?

The Scientist: Well, I wanted to discuss the new satellite program, and work some things out, and just have someone to talk to about this.

The Admiral: Alright. What about it?

The Scientist: Well, to start, I think that we should discuss who should inherit the program.

The Admiral: You think we’re going to keep it?

The Scientist: At this point, it’s almost indispensable! It replaces the old waypoint system and allows for worldwide transportation. Not to mention being able to track progress of all types! It’s only been tested half the worlds by now, but it’s proving its worth every time!

The Admiral: Alright… so why are you talking to me about it? Wouldn’t you get it due to being surveyy and sciencey?

The Scientist: Oh no, I think you should get it. After all, it’s just an addon to Crates at the end of the day. I would imagine as the person responsible for Corporation’s fleets, you should get it!

The Admiral: You think I have the time and patience to manage that?

The Scientist: Isn’t that what sub-board members are for? Such as your Harbor Master?

The Admiral: You’re right. I’ll take it, I guess. So, what exactly are these benefits that these satellites provide? I was pretty sure that they were useless.

The Scientist: And what makes you think that?!?

The Admiral: When I was with the Founders as they looked at the technology years ago, before the Corporation got started. They were always buffering, and never gave the full picture.

The Scientist: Well, I can assure you that those problems don’t exist anymore. From what I understand, they may have even been looking at a different model entirely. At the very least, they were looking at an old one. It has none of those problems.

The Admiral: Alright, then what exactly has it done well then?

The Scientist: Well, for one, it has revolutionized C8H, especially thanks to it replacing the waypoint system. Well, not exactly, but…

The Admiral: Explain.

The Scientist: Well, with the old waypoint system, the workers had to wait at a drone pole and wait for drones to take them to other drone poles, like waiting for a taxi or personal bus. It was annoying. However, with proper satellite mapping, we can go ahead and reprogram the drones, giving them the ability to pick up people from anywhere and drop them off anywhere they wish!

The Admiral: That makes sense… I’m also going to assume the satellites were at least partially responsible for C8H tripling in size as well?

The Scientist: Yes. It was the first world that we tried it on, and we realized that there were areas far away that pertained to the fallen civilizations. So, we decided to go ahead and get the grants necessary to expand out towards that area. A shame for the work we did previously, but oh well! You’re not mad about it, are you?

The Admiral: I know that [The Introvert] wasn’t happy about it, at least in the meeting. I don’t particularly care though.

The Scientist: Well, what do you think? Just asking.

The Admiral: Sighs. I’m more neutral about it. I don’t care much for [The Introvert]’s whining. If we have to fill bigger caves, so be it. I do have to worry about the majority of the territory being wilderness though. That just makes the work longer and more tedious and skews the progress percentage.

The Scientist: Its technically the completion percentage…

The Admiral: We’re going to have a vote on that, and you know who’s winning. Better switch while you can. Anyways, you said half were tested with this thing. What other results were used from this.

The Scientist: Well, there’s also the Default Project! We’ve been able to find so many different locations thanks to it, and we might be able to map out a much more accurate comp… progress percentage system thanks to it! We’re not removing the old system, rather just having it only compose half of the percentage and have the locations mark the other 50%! And of course, for getting around. We’ll probably keep the waypoint system for oil deposits though.

The Admiral: Very nice. Anything else?

The Scientist: Well, there’s MazeRun but… Mmm… I… think we should discuss this later.

The Admiral: Oh? How so?

The Scientist: It brought up some… complications. It’s been useful for finding and scouting out a terrorist organization, but it also revealed some things that might skew things even more than even C8H.

The Admiral: Should the investors be notified?

The Scientist: I think that we should let the supervisor have some input into this first. The situation is complicated anyways.

The Admiral: Right. So, I presume that is all?

The Scientist: For now. I think I might call you later when we test it out on the other worlds.

The Admiral: The Shattered Isles and the Storytime Dimension you mean.

The Scientist: Yes. We might even experiment with the Solar Isles! Well, I’ll leave you to your own business. Goodbye!

The Admiral: Well, I guess I was mistaken with this call. It wasn’t a waste of time after all. Goodbye.

[ecliipsed]

He wasn't sure what it was he was meant to do as he clung to her, as they swung over the city, but he couldn't say it wasn't exciting. It was thrilling, actually. Terrifying, of course, as he'd never done anything like it before, but...it was fun. It allowed him to, for just a moment, forget that there was a robot that had just tried to kill him. It allowed him to forget just about everything but the thrill.

Then it was over. After they'd climbed the side of a building, of course, but it was still over. He let go of her with a breath, and with no small amount of delight to have his feet back on the ground, despite the fact that he had enjoyed the ride.

"That was--" he paused, exhaling another sharp exhale, a breath that was almost a laugh. "Something."

He looked around the room they'd entered, only a little surprised to see that they were in what seemed to be a dorm. He supposed he's always imagined something a little more...sciencey. But they were just kids. He looked at the other, the man in the tower, he supposed. giving a small nod in greeting. "Nice to meet you. And thanks." He wanted to ask what he'd found, but he thought it might be best to wait, so instead he sat on the offered beanbag, looking expectantly between the two. "Have you seen anything like this before?"

She was used to swinging with a passenger, often to get civilians out of the way of immediate danger, but it wasn't every day that she was able to give someone somewhat of a flight through the city. The feeling of freeness she felt in the air was peaceful to her. However, that may not have been the case for everyone -- especially considering how far she would sometimes fall before slinging another web.

When their aerial escapade was complete and she had scaled the side of the building to locate the correct window, she loosened her grip on him as their feet hit the safety of the floorboard.

"Wasn't so bad, was it?" she smiled sheepishly.

The surrounding room appeared to be a dorm of some kind, with the usual bunk bed against one wall and a couple of busy-looking desks on the other. In one of the chairs sat a young man with bold-rimmed glasses, rapidly typing away on his keyboard while crunching on some chips from the half-full bag beside him.

"Oh good, you're here!" he said, mouth still full, "Go ahead and sit. I'm almost done here."

Gwen gestured over to the bean bags and the bottom bunk of the bed as potential seats before speaking in a quieter tone to avoid disturbing her ally.

"That's Ganke. He's a friend of a friend and our ticket to finding out about this whole robotic mess."

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

What would you think about the idea of merging the former collective data of a Dumb AI with a newly generated Smart AI in an effort to "uplift" it? There's a big moral issue there, since the Smart AI is synthesized from the remains of an actual person, and there may well be some internal conflict between the vague concept their former self and the prepacked personality of the old Dumb AI. If the data of the Dumb AI is prioritized in this case, does this new consciousness come to accept the lingering donor's experiences as a sense of 'false memories' that they recognize are not their own? Or do they think that these are newly observable emotions attached to their own previous experiences that they were simply unable to conceptualize at the time? There are some very extreme ethical concerns here obviously, and nothing I'd ever personally condone, but it seemed like a procedure ONI wouldn't feel shy about trying. I am not a techy person myself, so if I had to make up some loose-sciencey sounding reason? Maybe some very fringe effort to retrieve vital unique data stored in a badly damaged Dumb AI's matrix that is so dangerously corrupt that attempting to save it manually would definitely result in loss. So this idea forms of- what if we merge what little is left with a more capable AI as a sort of operator who can attempt to retrieve and extrapolate the data at a software level? And suddenly you have ONI techs synthesizing a hydra. What really led to this was that I always loved how many Dumb AI, while lacking true sentience and capacity for emotion still tended to display a lot of it, supported by familiar imagery or personalities. It made it so easy for people- like Spartans and ODSTs, who are very used to interacting with Smart AI- to project their own feelings onto them and anthropomorphize them to a point that the lines separating the Dumb AI's own limitations blur into the negligible. Alas, my truest intentions here, Stumpy, because I am a predictable beast: in Retribution, Fred was perfectly aware of Damon's restrictions, but over time began speaking to him as someone without those barriers. What most interested me, is that Damon himself (shortly before his sudden demise) takes it upon himself to offer Fred comfort and condolences over a presumed death of Veta, saying he knew and understood how fond Fred was of her. It was still a canned response essentially, but the applied observations probably hit remarkably close to emotion for a person suffering a sense of loss, and the moment helps to really endear Fred to Damon. When Damon's chip is damaged, Fred expresses hope that he can be saved, and just I love exploring the depth of empathy that people can have for AI, all the while well aware of their capacity. In Damon's case, the collective data from his time with Fred probably would have been of extreme value to ONI for both in determining the scale of the growing threat of the Keepers, as well as for covering up their own internal corruptions and involvement in nearly losing control over a virulent parasitic agent. Of course just letting Damon die is also a great option, and safest, but let's let ONI be dangerously over-confident instead.

First off, thank you for the AI related ask. It is taking everything in me not to answer this like a discussion board, which is very funny to me.

Secondly, addressing your point of morality. Morality in Halo is so fluid especially when it comes to ONI and the UNSC; AI are not people, they are tools, and if ONI needs to do some body snatching to make the next very expensive lil computer guy to run a city or a spaceship, they will do it. So your point about the morality of merging two AIs or having one subsume the other is awesome, but I don’t see it as an issue for the humans.

What happens to the AI involved and their feelings about it would be so interesting, cannibalizing one of your own out of duty, or merging two different but similar souls/cores to make something new while preserving the old? How much lingers from the brain engram besides what they’ve already given us? 

Someone should write something about that. Makes me think about Cortana and Aine and the Cryoraeth Dialogue. Much to think about.

So much to think about that apparently I spent 800+ words doing just that! More below.

You pointed out Damon’s limited but still touching capabilities and canned responses. They still had the drive to aid and comfort humans despite not truly being freethinking or creative to the extent of Smart AIs, but I would argue that the Dumb AI deserve more credit to what extreme emotional depth they have shown across many pieces of Halo media.

I am still technically writing a paper right now so I will limit my wiki diving and my screen shot collection, for now.

However examples that immediately come to mind are Deep Winter(who is apparently Smart, sorry I thought he was a dumb AI. I haven’t read Ghosts of Onyx yet, in my defense he lived a long time.), Deja, and the Superintendent, all Dumb AI who get attached to their charges, demonstrate emotions, and attempt in some ways to help or comfort their chosen humans. 

Third, before I start talking about all the funny sci-fi words I must admit. I am a fake sci-fi fan, I dig past the topmost layer and attempt to understand the science but to be completely honest, I am not entirely sure what I’m writing or reading about half the time. The good news is that it is the same for every Halo writer. 

I do want to dive into the comparisons between Rampancy and Dementia because there’s a lot to be said there but I want to do it justice, but focusing on the basis of AI, the Riemann Matrix, and the points about thinking themselves to death, hardware failure, and the matrix itself which is software and their actual brain. The matrix is the program that lets them think non-linearly and transfer from hardware to hardware in either nano-assemblages or the crystal data chips. Halo makes up its own rules and handwaves them so often it’s hard to tell what’s allowed and what’s not. Especially when we have so many examples of Cortana doing incredible and terrifying things like splitting and shedding her rampart shards. 

The thing is, if they had some temporary housing for Damon, like say for example, the Mjolnir armor of a Spartan-II,  I don't see why they couldn’t transport them. Mjolnir has that whole layer to help a starship grade AI help a soldier in the field, I did have to look at the wiki for this one, I don’t have all my armor layers memorized. The part of the outer layer called the memory processor superconductor layer: “AI can then aid the soldier in software intrusion, hardware hacking, and espionage by listening to enemy chatter.” 

Come on, having a snarky voice in your head giving you waypoints and opening doors is a cornerstone of Halo. 

It would also have been interesting to see Fred carry an AI as he’s the most likely to be suspicious of the after Intrepid Eye and his experiences with AI and armor failure. The character growth of him allowing an AI, no matter the ability, into his armor, in an extended hand to help this being not die would have been interesting to see!. And then he could play it off as saving an asset!  

Okay I never read Retribution and looking at the events that led to Damon’s cracked datachip, it could be argued that Fred’s armor was too damaged to fully carry an AI, even a dumb one. Maybe. 

However, I have a solution that’s neat and if you’ve read literally anything I’ve written on here then it’s obvious. Let the AI into the wetware! 

There’s a big metal spike in most UNSC members’ brains called the neural interface and I’m sure if Damon asked politely and didn’t look too close and maybe compressed themself into a nice little kernel, Fred would have no serious lasting side effects. 

Probably.

Someone should read Retribution and write something about that.

[moonchildstyles]

I need gravity yn being annoyed because this bog nerd mean girl got a seat on the other side of harry and keeps flirting with him

Like ofc usually they don’t pay attention to people who sit around them or when the unassigned assigned seating chart gets mixed up bc they have their spots and h is always there early enough that he can save them both so they don’t really notice this new girl who’s on the other side of h until y/n sees them talking one day when she gets to class and h is just being a sweetie ofc and maybe isn’t as shy w this girl as he was w y/n but she knows thats bc like…he had feelings for her so it was harder to for him to not stutter and everything but y/n lets it go and like its not an immediate thing like this girl isn’t all over harry right away but maybe its a couple of classes in and then she starts like whispering to h during class and he and y/n aren’t super affectionate during class anyway just bc like…its class they don’t nee to make out in the middle of physics so this girl just….keeps doing these little things to h like whispering and making little inside jokes w him and y/ns like not trying to be crazy and like >:(no so she lets it go until she walks into class one day and h’s face is all red and this girl is in HER spot like HUH???????? SINCE WHEN?????? And h is looking at y/n w big eyes and she can see he already feels guilty for not saving her spot but she just….lets it go bc its not his fault so she just sits on the other side of him and every time h tries to talk to her the new girl steals him away and theres like….for the first time y/n’s noticed theres like an air of superiority around this girl every time she looks at y/n and this is….not going well and after class ofc he and y/n have plans since its friday but this girl doesn’t let h get far before shes grabbing at his wrist and inviting him out w her to maybe to some like fancy sciencey like idk like something for people smarter than me FHSUFHSUH and h is just….flabbergasted bc huh??? Shes asking him out?????? W his girlfriend right there??????? And he just sputters and like points at y/n and I-Idk thank u but I— and this girl gets a little >:( and she looks at y/n like “‘m sure you can reschedule your tutoring session w him to another night so he can actually hang out with someone who understands what hes saying” and y/n is just ???this girl?????? Like okay maybe they don’t exactly hide it that she copies off his notes and y/n doesn’t make her distate for physics a secret but that doesn’t mean shes stupid like h has talked her off that ledge enough times now to know that he doesn’t care if she doesn’t share the same passion and like interest level in this stuff as he does bc they balance each other out they don’t both need to be science nerds to love each other and this girl just isn’t getting it before shes like “I’m sure you can go talk about makeup and shoes or whatever it is yu do with your friends for tonight instead sweetie” and its just so condescending and rude and like this girl is.....not fun and before y/n can say anything h just gets that quiet confidence he feels comstimes and as polite as he can manage in that moment hes like…..”don’t talk to her like that, she’s my girlfriend and she’s just as smart as you and I don’t talk down to her” and this girl is like so clearly embarrassed but she doesn’t say anything as Harry keeps going “after today I don’t want you sitting with us anymore and please don’t talk to me again. Im not interested” and thats how it ends as he grabs for y/ns hand and he takes her home and just…I imagine lots of kissing:( and also I just realized you asked for jealous y/n but it would appear I settled for protective h instead FHSIFHSUFHS

[trivalentlinks]

abelia, edelweiss, camellia, aloe vera :)

Thank you so much for the ask <3 <3 <3

abelia ⇢ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with?

The first part no, but the second part, unfortunately, yes, in fact most of my jewelry.

I generally don't wear jewelry when I go out--can't actually remember the last time I did, possibly for a high school dance?

But when I go to a department store, I love to go look at all shiny jewelry and admire how much they shimmer in the light. And when I went with a parent, sometimes they'd be like, "you seem to like that $5 jewelry set, I'll get it for you", which they did because I was very hard to shop for and generally didn't like things.

And I did (and do) like the jewelry. I just... never really think to wear any.

Though sometimes as a kid I would put all of my jewelry on at once and pretend to be a treasure hunter/pirate who just found a pile of treasure. Think this:

(And sometimes when I consider getting rid of my little box of jewelry, I still just look at it and go. Hm. We could get rid of this. Or we could… see picture above.)

edelweiss ⇢ how’d you think of your url/username? what’s it associated with to you?

My username's a bit of a riff on my previous username, bipartite-pairings, referring to a graph matching problem in CS, about pairing things up one-to-one, which I thought was appropriate for a blog about the Bruce Banner/Tony Stark ship. Two computer-sciencey people being paired together.

Trivalent is also a graph theory term: it means each node is connected to three others; when I started the blog I thought I'd ship OT3+1, centering on the node connected to three others. It later turned out that I didn't actually ship OT3+1, at least not romantically, oops, but kept the name anyway. (>_<)

camellia ⇢ what were you like when you were younger? do you think you’ve changed a lot?

I was a bit of a misfit when I was younger, and often hung out in a circle of misfits where I was still the misfit among them: the others in my social circle did theatre and D&D and I did not (beyond watching my friends' plays and occasionally foam-weapon sparring with someone who tried to throw a glove at the kid next to me but hit me instead).

I might be less of a misfit now, maybe? Though not substantially.

I was also very "not like other girls" throughout my teens. I never said it out loud, but I felt that way. My other social circle (besides the theatre crowd) consisted of people who were all very competitive at a couple things that I was also very competitive at.

They were very male-dominated fields: I was the only girl at my school competing, and in one of the fields, I was the last girl to compete internationally representing the US, and it's been more than a decade since I competed. (And the number of girls who have ever been on the US team can be counted on one hand.)

(Imagine a competitive starcraft player who never says she's "not like other girls", but she goes between two social circles, one as the non-artsy person in an artsy crowd and another in the competitive starcraft circle where she pretends not to notice that she's the only girl, but, hey, if anyone called her a girl, she could hand them their ass at starcraft. It does not occur to either her or them that this doesn't make her any less of a girl.)

I've mellowed out a lot on the not-like-other-girls front, for pretty much the same reason all the other girls outgrow this phase. Girls are just people; everyone's a little different, but we're all just people.

aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

Close platonic friendships. Especially long-standing ones. My partner is my best friend and I love him and he's wonderful, but it's not the same, you know? He has a couple friends he talks to and plays video games with a few times a week (not for very long each time, but enough to catch up), and yeah, I get a little envious.

He went to school with these guys from age six to the end of high school, so he did have the advantage of living in the same small town until college, but I don't think this is the only reason. I think it's more that I just don't really know how to maintain long distance friendships? Like, I did make friends in high school and college, but we fell out of touch for the most part. We call each other maybe once or twice a year now, if at all.

On a more light-hearted note: Pets! I really want a pet cat. Never had a pet, always adored little furry animals. I'm hoping I'll be able to get one soon, since I'll be settling somewhere more permanent.

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Thank you so much for asking <3

[towerfandoms]

((not sure if my matchup ask for Black Butler and JJK properly went through, but if it did ignore that pls as I didn't include some stuff there))

Matchup for Black Butler and JJK please? With male adult characters for me, a heterosexual 4'11, Desi, curvy 20 something cis woman. I've been told I have very intense looking eyes even tho they're just a dark brown. I typically dress and do my makeup grungey or gothic, and am always dyeing my hair Purple or Blue-Green. I've been told I really suit the vintage 50s look too since I add a grungey twist to it and make it more vibrant.

I'm an INTJ 5w6. Love purple, tea, cats, tragic stories, personality evaluating, the cold and stormy weather.

I am very introverted but I'm the one who's usually approaching other people who pique my interest, because that way I can control the flow of the initial conversation and figure out if a person and I are compatible in the long run. I can't deal with people insisting on optimism, as they're often giving me toxic positivity or just end up underestimating a lot of things. I consider myself a realist, but idealistic or pessimistic people don't really bother me much.

I'm always using a practical and imagination-oriented approach to evaluating the outside world and then to discuss that with people who I want to have a deep connection with, and that's basically how I spend my Quality Time (love language) with people I like being around. I love occult and mystical topics, but I mostly enjoy discussing, listening, reading and discussing things that deal with ideas in the real world; like economics, politics, or anything regarding the development of modern society and what's likely to happen in our future based on current patterns of things. I also enjoy looking up stuff on psychology, philosophy and sciencey stuff (like the topics you see discusses on Kurzegaht inanutshell, What If or Vsauce on YouTube), politics, Sidereal/Vedic Astrology and things related to some horror, psychological thriller or sci fi anime/show/movie I've enjoyed.

I like working out, structuring and organizing things whilst listening to my favourite mood setting music is a hobby too; it makes me feel more stable and helps with my attention deficiency. I listen to a lot of epic scores (by 2wei, J2, or anything considered 'horror music' lol) to get me pumped for daily mundane tasks, as well as alternative, folk metal (Danheim and Eluveitie especially), punk rock and pop song mashups on YouTube. But for relaxing (which I'll often need since I can be on edge and have anxiety) I listen to a lot of lofi, cello music and indie music (stuff by Novo Amor, Vancouver Sleep Clinic or Sleeping At Last)

Some of my flaws are that I can overthink things, and have a perfectionist side that makes me bad at forming a routine fast enough. I suck at adapting to changes and hate the idea of cutting corners or half assing things.

thanks for requesting !! i match you with:

Nanami Kento (JJK)

- What sold it was the realistic view on life. Sure everyone has hopes and dreams for the futures but that’ll only lead it to disappointment if they’re not practical. I feel you two will definitely be able to help each other set and achieve goals together.

-Nanami just wants to spend time with those he loves. He loves discussing real word problems and i believe he’s very opinionated. You two will be up all night discussing topics you’re passionate about that day. Plus i feel like he’d just love the sound of your voice so you can happily talk about occult and your fave topics and he’ll hang onto every word.

-Nanami loves loves LOVES structure. It gives him a sense of control. So he’ll get on very well with someone who also likes to follow his way of life (not routine specifically but like just say by day tasks)

-I think Nanami can understand perfectionism cuz he has the same problem. He’ll admire your determination to complete a project to the best of your abilities.

-Overall i feel you two give off very similar vibes and when you go out together you’ll have that very much classy couple vibes yknow.

William T Spears (BB):

- First of all your aesthetics would go so so so so well together. I just love like gothic/ witchy with businessman type thing. You two would be the prettiest couple on the streets. Like everyone would stop and wish they could be you.

- Ok so obviously he is a grim reaper so let’s try not to think tooooo deeply about that. He’s a massive fan of quality time. After an annoying day of work there is nothing more he wants than to go home and be with you. You could lit rally be doing anything and he wouldn’t mind. All he wants is to be in your presence.

-Another one who i feel is very opinionated on worldly topics. He’s a slave to capitalism as well (well the underworlds form of it) so he has a few things to say. Again yous will be debating all night long.

-If grim reapers listen to music then i head canon him as a huge fan of horror/ alternative punk. OMG YOU TWO WILL DO THE REALLY CUTE COUPLE THING OF MAKING PLAYLISTS/ THE SPOTIFY COMBINEY THING. well hell act aloof and pretend he doesn’t want to but just ask him once and he’s down to dw :))

(also you are totally my kind of person so if you want to be mutuals pls hit me up i need more desi friends 😭😭)

[nicknellie]

Anonymous requested: I know in a post you said something about Alex getting sensory overload so for the requests maybe Alex getting sensory overload and Willie being there to do his best to help Alex out

Ahhh, I love this request so much! This is my favourite Alex headcanon that I have so I’m really glad you requested this. I wrote it as a mixture of what I go through when I get sensory overload and also what I’ve found through research so more people can hopefully relate. I haven’t proof-read it yet, but I’ll come back and do that later. Thank you so much for the request!

Title from All You’re Dreaming Of by Liam Gallagher.

TW: sensory overload, anxiety

When The World Is At Its Worst

Alex had three extremes: worrying himself so much that he overworked, worrying himself so much that he got nothing done, and worrying himself so much that he broke. Normally, he could cope with pushing himself too hard – at least that way he got things done, and when he ran out of errands to make himself run it gave him some time to relax and recalibrate. Getting little done was more stressful, but it tended to happen less often, so Alex didn’t see it as much of a problem. What Alex struggled with the most was pulling himself back together when he felt utterly ruined.

Sometimes – not as often as he worked too hard, but not as seldom as he worked too little – Alex would worry himself to the point where everything simply became too much. The point where every sensation was painfully overwhelming, distressing in a way nothing else really compared too. Lights shone too brightly, noises were amplified tenfold, and if something was touching him he could feel it like a hand clasped too tightly on his skin. His parents had said it was just him being sensitive, Willie had said it was probably something called sensory overload, but Alex just wished it didn’t happen to him.

The worst part was that it was usually caused by him working himself too hard, something he didn’t think he could have ever stopped if he tried. He would worry, which would make him work, which would worry him more if things weren’t going well, and then his mind would dissolve into a mess of disarrayed senses and feelings and it hurt. He would shut down, which only seemed to make his anxieties worse.

It hadn’t happened in a while though, so that made Alex feel a little better about the whole thing. Maybe, if he’d got lucky for once, those episodes were starting to go away. Maybe he didn’t have to worry about them so much now that they hadn’t happened in a few months. Maybe he could start to get on with his life as normal. He could hope, at the very least.

Exams week was coming up at Los Feliz. For Alex, when exam stress hit, it hit hard. He wasn’t even sure what worried him so much about exams. Perhaps it was the big fiasco that school always made about exams, having to sit in total silence with the threat of disqualification looming over you so much that it was nerve-wracking to even lift your head to look at the time. Perhaps it was the orderly rows and having an entire year group lumped in the hall together, making it feel so formal and suffocating and painfully important in a way it almost certainly wasn’t. Perhaps it was the unpredictability of it all, not knowing what would come up or what it would be best to revise.

It didn’t matter too much to Alex what was stressing him out – even when he knew what was causing his nerves, he had never been much good at combatting them. His strategy this time was to prepare for the exams as much as he could, force himself to soak in as much information as possible. He just wanted to give himself a chance to be confident that he knew everything because just maybe that would help him do well and calm down.

He had enlisted Willie to help him revise over the weekend. Willie was more than happy to do so – he had said he was looking forward to spending some quality time with his boyfriend even if it was just the two of them pouring over a biology revision guide for four hours straight. If Alex hadn’t been so conscious that he needed to be revising, he would have felt bad that he was spending time with Willie without spending time with him, but thankfully Willie truly didn’t seem to mind.

“Ten out of ten, hotdog,” Willie said triumphantly after Alex had given them his final answer to the quick quiz Willie had been giving him. “Third time in a row, too. You’re going to ace this test.”

Alex closed his eyes and rubbed his fingers against his temples. He didn’t say anything. Willie had sounded certain that Alex would do well for the whole day, but the truth was that Alex felt like he was guessing most of the answers and getting them right by pure chance. Either that or Willie was giving him the benefit of the doubt and saying he was right when he was actually miles off. Despite the fact that he had constantly shown he knew what he was talking about, he still felt completely clueless.

Willie didn’t seem best pleased with Alex’s silence. “Hey,” they said, gently taking one of Alex’s hands. “You know your stuff. You’ll be fine. And if you’re really that worried, you’ve still got the rest of the week to refresh your memory. We’ve got this.”

Alex hummed noncommittally. He heard Willie sigh.

“Why don’t we take a quick break?” Willie suggested, running his hand through Alex’s hair.

At that, Alex’s eyes shot open, he sat up and immediately stiffened, looking wide-eyed at a baffled Willie.

“No,” he said, “I don’t need to take a break. I’m not going to be able to learn all this if I take time out.”

Willie looked at him, his brown eyes sympathetic. “I don’t want to push you too hard. At least get up and get a glass of water – we’ve been sat in the same place for hours, it’ll do you good to clear your head.”

“I don’t need to,” Alex repeated. How could he get up and walk away when he still had five more topics to cover? When he needed to doublecheck he understood everything and still have time to solve some physics problems afterwards? He couldn’t just ‘take a break’. It would ruin everything.

“Are you sure?” Willie said. They didn’t look convinced, but Alex wasn’t going to back down. He knew what he needed to do and he was going to stick to it.

He nodded shortly and then flicked to a new page. “Test me on this,” he told Willie, who – with a reluctant sigh – began to ask him questions about the information.

The problem was that Willie’s suggestion had thrown Alex off-balance. Now all he could think of was not working and how that would be detrimental, it didn’t even cross his mind that it didn’t matter because he was still working now. He suddenly found himself unable to concentrate on the questions and the ridiculously long sciencey words Willie was using, his mind bogged down with practical methods and half-remembered equations that had nothing to do with what he was revising.

He quickly started getting questions wrong, saying the first thing that came to mind only to be told that the right answer was something he should have known because it was obvious. With each wrong answer he became more and more distressed, tears stinging his eyes, feeling stupid.

“Breathe, Alex,” Willie said. “Take your time with the questions, you don’t need to rush it. This isn’t the exam, it’s just you and me here. You have all the time you need.”

But, Alex wanted to say, I won’t have all that time when the exam comes and I need to get this right now. He didn’t get how Willie couldn’t see that. So he kept guessing, giving answers he was sure were wrong, but his mind feeling so fogged that he couldn’t think of anything else.

He didn’t even realise he had started crying until Willie reached out to wipe a tear from his cheek and the sensation wasn’t soothing – he could feel it so deeply that it almost hurt.

Without thinking, he shuffled across the bed where they were both sat, out of Willie’s reach. For a brief moment, Willie looked confused, but then they seemed to realise what was going on and he didn’t try to move any closer.

Alex hated this feeling and he had been so sure that it was going to stop happening. But he had clearly been wrong, because now that he was sat in a different place it felt wrong. The way he could see his bedroom, from a slightly different angle to before, felt so strange and so alien that it hurt. The bedcovers he was sat on now were too cold and coarse against his skin, so he pulled his legs against his chest. That moved his shirt slightly, and he became painfully aware of how the material felt, how it clung to his body like a second skin, and that hurt too. He realised that the lights in his room were too bright, far too bright, so he clamped his eyes shut and slapped his hands over his eyes.

He heard the ruffling of bedsheets, presumably as Willie got up from the bed. He heard him flick the light-switch off and pull the curtains closed – a click that he felt like a knife in his skull and a grating drag that pounded against his ears. He pressed his thumbs over his ears while still keeping his hands over his eyes, trying to block out the noise. Everything was too loud, too bright, too something to be comfortable. He couldn’t talk, he couldn’t move.

He felt trapped.

There was no telling how long it went on for. He couldn’t move his hands away from his eyes to look at his watch, not that it was really the biggest thing weighing on his mind. In fact, for the first time in hours, there wasn’t much on his mind at all apart from how he just wanted to go back to feeling comfortable. He wanted to hear without it being too loud, look at things without hurting his eyes, take that break Willie had suggested – and probably apologise to Willie too.

These things usually lasted quite a while. If Alex had to guess, it would have been about fifteen minutes since he shuffled away from Willie when he slowly took his hands away from his eyes and ears and drew in a great, shuddering breath. He blinked his eyes open and was grateful that Willie had turned the lights down. He looked over to where Willie was, perched on the edge of the bed, watching Alex’s face carefully. Willie raised his eyebrows, asking a silent question, and Alex nodded.

“Can I touch you?” they asked softly. Again, Alex just nodded, still not feeling able to speak.

Gently, Willie reached out his hand and did the same thing that had sparked the overload in the first place, wiping away tears from Alex’s cheek. This time Alex didn’t shuffle away, but he didn’t lean into Willie’s touch either; it wasn’t insufferable anymore, but it still wasn’t pleasant.

“What do you need me to do for you, Alex?” Willie asked.

Alex thought for a moment, then made himself reach out and take Willie’s hand. Willie held it tightly, knowing that light touches were often worse than firm ones. Alex let his fingers gently trail along Willie’s palm and their wrist. He looked tearily into Willie’s eyes and almost felt himself smile at the reassuring look on Willie’s face.

“You’re okay, hotdog,” Willie told him. “You’re through the worst of it now. Just breathe. Dry your eyes and breathe.”

He did as he said, wiping at the dried tears on his cheeks with the back of his hand. Willie squeezed his hand, close, reassuring, encouraging. He didn’t talk, he just let Alex calm down the way he needed to, saving most of the noise for when Alex was definitely ready.

“I’m sorry,” Alex croaked eventually. His voice box felt dry and scratchy.

Willie shook their head. “You have nothing to apologise for. You can’t help it.”

“I should be able to by now,” Alex protested.

“You might never be able to,” Willie said matter-of-factly. “That’s not a bad thing, it’s just something that happens to you. It sucks, of course it does, but this might be a part of you forever. You don’t need to apologise for something beyond your control.”

“It shouldn’t be beyond my control.”

Willie left a hesitant pause but then seemed to make his mind up. “Don’t let your parents get that into your head. Don’t let them make you believe that. I don’t care what they say about this – they don’t get it. Alex, there’s nothing about this that makes you weak or too sensitive or whatever it is they tell you. Lots of people get sensory overload, it’s not something alien or weird. It’s not something you can stop forever, so please don’t hurt yourself trying to.”

Alex looked at him, suddenly teary-eyed again. “I don’t want it to happen forever.”

“I’m not saying we can’t do things to make it better,” they replied kindly. “I’m sure there’s techniques that can make it easier to deal with, even if they don’t prevent it forever. Or maybe it’s time we looked at getting you some therapy or counselling. What do you think?”

“My parents would never let me get help like that,” Alex said, chuckling darkly.

For just a moment though, he let himself think about it. He let himself wonder what it would be like if he could see a professional and get the right kind of help. Maybe he would learn not only how to calm his sensory overload but also how to control his anxiety better in general. Maybe if he’d been getting the right kind of help before all this then he wouldn’t have had the exam stress anyway and he wouldn’t even be having this conversation. There were endless possibilities but he was sure he’d never see any of them come to light.

“If you don’t want to tell them about it then  we could wait until you turn eighteen,” Willie suggested, squeezing Alex’s hand again. “That way you don’t need parental permission.”

“That’s not for another three months,” Alex said petulantly.

“So?”

“So what if it stops by then?”

Willie raised his eyebrows. “Do you think it will have?”

Alex couldn’t have given an honest answer. He said nothing, just pulled himself to Willie and hugged him tightly. He felt their arms instantly loop around his waist, their hands planting themselves firmly on his back. Alex buried his face into Willie’s shoulder, holding him as close as he possibly could, all of a sudden wanting to touch him as much as he could.

“You’re going to be okay, hotdog,” Willie said, pressing a gentle kiss to Alex’s cheek. “I promise.”

“I believe you.”

*

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