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I'm so excited to finally post this.

My full Murder Drones reference! so hopefully I can keep up consistency

Obviously, this is full of my own head canons so close ups and explanations under the cut (it's a LOT) >;]

To be totally honest my focus was on the main characters, and I think that shows in the designs of the Manor Drones and Cabin Fever Squad. BUT I'll still do my best to explain my process here.

For the Disassemblers I decided to do very different builds for each but the same color pallet.

My idea here was that since each have a different designation letter, that was akin to their model type. That's also why "the company" was able to clone J so easily, they just had her model on file. (also like to imagine there are 26 different forms of the Disassemblers Imao).

I had all the colors remain the same to show their unity and of course the Absolute Solver-ification of the basic Worker Drone color scheme. Essentially, I just took the monochromatic WD colors and put the highlighter yellow over it that Cyn loves so much.

For J I did a more lean and strong build. I wanted her to exude that leader energy. I also made her Core a star shape for similar reasons and then I also noticed that N and V had caution stripes at the top of their legs but as far as I could see J didn't, so I decided to add those to the very top of her legs to finish the garter belt look she's got going on. For her hair, I actually really like the pigtails I just flattened them out a bit because the big cutesy poof they had didn't fit her style in my opinion. I brought it back for her worker form though.

With V I gave her a round yet sharp look. (My favorite added detail is the sharp shoulders) I did make her the shortest of the DD because everyone loves the small but vicious archetype. For her core I made it a sword or spear shape, because she's extra violent. And finally, I made her legs a little more pointed than J's to finish off the sharp look.

Last but CERTAINLY not least, N's design is meant to be soft and plushy but still has a little edge to it. His hair is fluffy but the tufts curl to be sharp, His core is meant to look like a heart but it's upside down so the point is still facing the top (which makes it look more like a club but whatever) I gave him a rounder torso than the other two and his elbow and kneecaps are softer too. His general construction is still menacing, though, so don't get too comfortable with all the fluff. I also spent a LONG time contemplating if I should make his thighs black to look like little biker shorts to contrast with J and V's sock looks but went against it because I love how the hazard stripes stand out against the white.

For N and V's worker forms I basically took out all the sharp edges and rounded them out. J's still a little sharp though not as much.

With the Workers I did the opposite of the DD. They have the EXACT same body types (minus Uzi because she's little) and instead I changed their color schemes to all be unique to their eye lights

Since Worker Drones were made to... well... WORK I think their initial manufacturing would be pretty uniform. A copy and paste if you will. It was only when they were left to their own devices that the WD started to customize themselves. Thus came the wigs and clothes.

I like to think the color started with those infected with the Solver, so Yeva and Nori gained color and then passed that on to their kids. Thats also why Alice has color, but Khan, The Manor Squad, and some other drones in the colony don't. Does not explain Lizzy and Thad though (maybe they have a distant relative that had the solver idk)

It was a lot harder to infer about what a base WD body would look like Maybe I was just looking in the wrong places, but I had to infer with things like the worker helmets, we see every WD except Uzi wear one but they seem more coordinated with their outfits so I decided to just continue my color head-canon that its naturally monochrome and you can customize it if you want to!

I added a light to the feet of the worker drones to match the hand lights. I don't think there's a canon reason for the lights but, on the workers at least. I think they're there to help them do grunt work in the dark! to light their ways in caves or tight spaces so they could do their job better. Now they're just another robot cosmetic

For the Parents, I gave them wrinkles because I thought it was unfair that Khan was the only one who got them. So, Nori gets crow's feet hurray! No but I probably had the most difficult time with these drones. It was hard to separate the canon from fanon since we know so little about them, but I fought off all the demons to keep their designs relatively grounded. Minus Khan's scar. And Alice's more natural horns. and-

I also gave some drones eyelashes. just cause. if I thought it fit, I added it and if it didn't, I didn't add it.

Now you may be wondering "Lexo what's up with all the cracks!?" the idea here is that it's the solver taking over. We see in Cabin Fever and Home that the solver virus fundamentally changes the body of a drone. The crack in the casing is basically this process. Depending on the stage of which your drone is at it changes the intensity. We see Cyn being the main host and essentially patient 0, so she has the most cracks. It starts at the core then spreads until it reshapes you entirely and you become a Disassembly Drone. Unless you stop it in time. Thats why J, V, and N have the pale lines on the bottom of their torso, they're more pretty and cleaner since they achieved the solvers "final form" so to speak. Nori and Yeva on the other hand, have repaired cracks but they're still messy since they were stopped mid-way. Alice, however, did not stop the spread with the solver cure since she was "abandoned" so instead she just cut out her core entirely. Yup. Shes functioning on pure insanity and spite at this point. And then of course with the new hosts, there is light spreading. TL: DR the cracks are a zombie bite.

But that's it for my Murder Drones head canons and designs! If you read all the way to the end, you're a champ and I love you. Have a cookie superstar <3🍪

[xpupslxtx]

about me!

hi i’m atlas!

i’m a 22 yr old genderfluid nonbinary slut (:

i use all pronouns! including “it” :3

i am a swer but that is separate from this blog as i want one space on the internet where i can be comfortably sexual without having to impress anyone. do not ask for info i will block you.

i loooove bein a puppy and i have an owner/fiancé who i love dearly!! we’ve been together five and a half years now. please do not send me horny asks or dms, i am completely okay with kinky platonic friendships but please please do not be fucking weird!!

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[…Store-Bought Is Fine]

(the part two to the previous story! things get a bit more intimate...)

Shutting the door, locking the door, testing the door.

Satisfied, she slung the car keys back on their wall-mounted hook, and loudly announced her arrival home to nobody in particular. It was almost midnight.

She knew her roommate was out for the weekend, off to some convention thing. She knew she still had the house to herself for at least a few more days, but it never hurt to check. A little peace of mind goes a long way, especially given the whole… y'know. She was pretty sure that they were pretty sure that they knew the nonsense stuff she was into, but, still.

She looked down at the brown bag of oddities picked up about an hour earlier. She's really going to go through with this, huh. It almost felt anticlimactic, in a weird way? She'd mentally ran through this scenario about a dozen times on the drive home, almost burning the novelty of the situation out. Still, though…

★ ★ ★ ☾ ★

The clock finally struck twelve, and she set to work, full of eager energy. She'd always been a bit of a night owl (partial consequence of her hobbies), so it wasn't long before most of the kitchen was an absolute mess. It's the saffron, you see. A nightmare to refine when all you've got is the kind of second-hand electric stove a a certain landlord would "so graciously" provide with the place. A few dozen croquaenen stigmas removed, drying out as best they can over the low heat of a burner.

Several of the other reagents had been prepped by the time she was starting to grind up the would-be saffron in a mortar. Most of it was ready-to-use from the get go. Wasn't a lot to extracting the lavender oil, normally, but the need for a dry environment limited her options a bit. No boiling water, no steam allowed tonight. Still, she managed.

One in the A.M. finally landed, and she was prepping the space in her bedroom. The new moon tonight gave no ambient light to work off of, but old habits and comforts kept her craft project close to an uncurtained window, regardless. Small heat-resistant tarp laid out, sigil carefully drawn with the saff powder, lavender oil spread thinly around the perimeter, incense lit to set the mood, gemstones and the elemental charm each placed at a focal point in the design, and, uh,

…Hm,

Sitting down on the edge of her bed, she held the unlabeled bottle of that ficus sap stuff in her hand, gently rocking it back and forth in contemplation, feeling the viscous weight slowly shift its center of gravity, watching it coat the inside walls. She honestly had no idea what to do with the this stuff. Not for consumption, obviously, but uh. Damn. Really regretting not asking for clarification now.

Well, she was nothing if not one to improvise.

Running back to the kitchen to grab a small cup, she dipped the air charm in by its band and spilled enough of the latexy sap in to completely coat the thing. That's basically what balloons are on a technical level, right? A latex coating encasing air? Or the representation of air, anyway. That makes sense conceptually, right?? Yeah. What's the worst that could happen.

She carefully laid the encased charm back down on the decorated tarp, its position on the sigil representative of one's body. For good measure, she gave the same treatment to several of the gemstones, carefully removing them all from the mixture with a small pair of tongs. Another moment to dry, then back into their place they go. Again, why not.

She had herself a mostly-complete alchemy circle. As a final precaution, she opened the bedroom window to that moonless sky (cautiously, only giving about 12 or so inches of an opening), aiming her tower fan to cycle air out. She didn't know how much smoke this thing was about to put off, and the last thing she needed was the fire alarm flipping this late at night.

A pause, to admire her handiwork. A photo taken, to document this setup in the off-chance it worked. Just one final reagent to go, and a comparatively big one at that.

She brought a section of the lavender oil to ignition with the still-burning incense, and carefully stepped onto the tarp, into the circle.

There was a blinding flash. The full span of the ring was now quickly ablaze with a low, luminous indigo flame. It was silent, bringing a radiance that almost felt cold. She felt a tingling sensation shoot up her spine; Either an effect of the ritual doing its work, or the nervousness of the situation as a whole. Playing with fire indoors was always a bit of a hazard, but she'd rather not risk doing this particular one outside, not with her fear of heights. Last thing she needed was an open sky without a safety harness.

That tingling eventually spread out across the rest of her body, slowly at first, and then rapidly down her limbs, with an intense heat that felt completely foreign to her. It wasn't the flames, but something more… internal? The closest association her brain could make was someone very gently running a lint roller across every square inch of her body. Weird, gentle prickling sensations, a light tug upwards as if some phantom adherence was being removed. Under any other situation, she'd have kicked back to enjoy the sensory show, but this was nothing but terse apprehension, a feeling that felt like it was going to drag on for eternity.

And then it stopped, just as quickly. The flames sputtered to an emberless ash, leaving a sweet honeyed scent throughout the now-darkened room. She collapsed on the floor, exhausted, panic finally over. Wow, did she ever feel light-headed. Probably should've had something to eat before this.

★ ★ ★ ☾ ★

She laid there on her back for quite some time, hazy attention focusing in and out on the ceiling. Slowly coming-to again, she braced herself for the fire alarm to kick off screaming. The window precaution seems to have done the trick in evacuating the smoke, at least. That's good. That's… good. Wow, did she ever feel light… ah… …light-everything? What… what the fuck.

Was that a sign it worked?

She lifted a hand upwards above her, as best as she could. It felt like her strength was sapped. She- "Holy shit." Involuntarily spoken. She could almost see right through it though, if she looked hard enough. "Holy shit. What the fuck." Propping herself up against the side of her bed, she pulled off her shirt as quickly as she could manage, pausing to lament the smudged ashen marks the sigil left on the backside. It was faint looking down, but sure enough, she saw the carpet underneath, no, directly /through/ her own chest. "Holy shit." It was literally all she could manage, rendered otherwise speechless.

She placed a hand against her belly, and gave a hesitant push. It squished down in, far more than it had any right to, before springing right back up when her pressure relented. "I- I'm a balloon. Rubber. I'm- This is- I- h-hah," before fully giving way to excited laughter. The absurdity of it all hit like a truck.

A beat passed, her taking time to fully come to terms with the changes that had taken place. Right. She did this to herself, intentionally, with purpose. There was only one thing on her mind.

She scrambled across the floor to her closet (as best she could, given the lack of any actual internals that would've helped with that,) and- "Where the /fuck/ is that air compressor." …and unburied the thing she kept hidden but never had a chance to use, covered in dust as it was.

It was by no means powerful, but it moved air around, into things, and that's all she cared about in the moment.

★ ★ ★ ☾ ★

Plugged in, Powered on, Airflow tested.

With her clothes now fully removed, she did her best to prop herself up against the bedroom wall, naked and reaching (blindly fumbling) around behind her. The still-running hose went it with no resistance at all, and she immediately felt a pressure begin to build around her pelvis before dispersing upwards. Everything quickly felt tight. There was a bubbly tingle. A slight belly bump made itself known, and she stared at it in amazement as she watched the rise and fall of her shallow breaths become more of a rise and rise, and rise, and rise.

The feeling, the experience left her even weaker in that moment. She slid back down to a seated position, grabbing at her own tummy, cradling it as it rounded out to something akin to a basketball, waistline slowly gaining an inch or two every minute, puffing out onto her lap. God, this felt fucking incredible. It was greater, unlike anything she could've imagined (and that imagination certainly wasn't devoid of attempts). The pressure buildup, the restricted movement, the taboo nonsense feeling of it all. It was like getting a really good stretch in that just kept going and going. The bonus vibrations she got from the air compressor's magnet-driven motor traveling through the hose certainly didn't help her feel in any way Normal about it.

it was a few minutes of bliss before a hit of clarity successfully broke through the obsession. she needed room to grow, and the corner of her room wouldn't be viable for long. get up. she should move to the bed, if she could manage.

Right. Okay. She attempted to stand. It was a little easier this time, the pressure keeping her body a bit more taut, less prone to collapse (is this what a pooltoy feels like?) but the vibrational waves of that motor reverberating through her core still kept her weak. It was all so much to feel. She almost looked like she'd swallowed a beachball at this point, and her sides were starting to round out just as much as her front was. Hell, she couldn't even see over the rising dome of her belly anymore.

Moving to the bed, she…

…

Well, She tried to, anyway. She practically fell face-and-tummy first onto the floor with a slight rebounding bounce, coming to a stop on all fours; A clumsy combination of the ever-shifting balance point, and a rough reminder that the hose kept her on a short leash about five feet long.

Y'know what, the floor was fine. She didn't care. She really could not care about anything else. She was suddenly in the perfect position to feel everything, every sensation, straddled over her own ballooning body, feeling the high-pile carpet gently brush across the increasing surface area of her expanding frontside, while her overall weight (or whatever fraction remained of it, this hollow) squished downwards, stretching and distorting her tummy outwards to the sides as much as it did the front.

With some hesitancy, she took the weight distribution off her palms, seeing just how well she could remain in this position without the added support. The shift in balance and the new restriction in room to grow gave a subtle redirection in airflow. A pressure in her chest built up, and she gave a questioning squeeze around her front-right. A squeak vocalized at the unexpected sensitivity, but she confirmed it, face reddening as expanding titflesh slowly billowed out around her grip. It was the first noise she'd made in a while, having been enjoying the experience in silent bliss. Boobs too, huh? God, what a fucking experience.

Minutes passed with the hum of the motor still whirring away in its duty, steadily blowing the girl rounder and rounder, pressure increasing bit by bit. Completely content, she thought back on that squeak she made; Embarrassing as it was, it was the kind of noise you'd expect from a balloon, and she held on to that thought almost in pride, nuzzling her face down in the unexpected cleavage she'd gained. She was more balloon then girl at this point after all, and balloons are meant to get round and squeaky. Balloons are designed for this. It's completely normal for a blimp to want these things, she reasoned with herself. Thi-

Train of thought cut short, her whole world suddenly flipped forward. Sheer size alone had outgrown her ability to retain traction, and her legs were now kicking skyward, hose and all in full display. Only thing that stopped her ending up face-first against the carpet as she tilted forward was her airbag of a chest.

Well, things were… a little more awkward, now.

Attempts at repositioning were challenging; It was a bit of trouble moving her arms around with all the boob in the way, but there was just this… odd resistance, on top of everything else? It's… stiff. Everything felt stiff.

Ah.

She slowly, hesitantly, relaxed as much as she could, taking note of how her arms now found natural resting positions straight out to the sides. They were tough to bend elsewise, and that stiffness was slowly giving way to a new, even-more-foreign feeling of pressure, like nervous butterflies flooding every cubic inch. The feeling was mirrored along her hips, down her legs. She didn't feel at-capacity yet, but the air was already searching for new places to go.

This… wasn't anticipated. Everything gently started to puff ever-so-noticeably rounder, and she was losing mobility fast. She tried to fight it, flailing a bit, trying to shift in any direction, but it only served as a reminder of how sensitive everything was, blown out like this. The air compressor was far too out of reach in this position, and she'd completely lost the mobility needed to pull the hose out. Alright. Fuck. stay calm. take stock of the situation. Okay. Yeah.

She was still mostly center-of-the-room, halfway between the closet and the bed, safe from the danger of pushing into anything sharp, but she really had no idea just how much give she had left in her. The pressure kept increasing in step with her size, and the square footage of this bedroom wasn't ever much to write home about. She could still feel the light reverberations from the compressor's motor, vibrations increasing in intensity, a whine crying out from the little device as it tried to fight PSI it almost definitely wasn't rated for.

Well, that's a potential solution, if she could manage that long. Outlast the motor. Hope it burns itself out. Prooooobably doable. And if she couldn't…

The threat of popping loomed overhead. Jeez… Hell of a way to go. She always knew she'd be done by one of her own spells, but it being something as dumb and air-headed as attempting to live out kink nonsense surprisingly wasn't high up on her list. It just.. didn't really seem all that dignified, to be honest. Hell, just thinking about how silly she looked, all blown up like some parade float mockery of herself, sensitive squeaking with every move, so round, so shiny, so huge, so very fucking huge, and tight, and full and stretching so thin you could see right through her, only moments away from total release like any good party blimp lovingly pushed to its limit and ready to explode, and god why was she so into this, this isn't helping her case, agh, focus, focus,

She was well past the point where internal pressure beat out features. Arms and legs swelling out comically conical, the valley dividing belly and underboob beginning to taper outwards, even her face felt a little bloated. She was over minutes away from being blown full-body spherical, and all she could do was ride it out. The pressure began to peak. Ah. This is it, then.

Closing her eyes, she waited.

Slow, calm breaths, trying to avoid adding any more tension to the body.

She waited, in intense anticipation.

★ ★ ★ ☾ ★

…Thirty seconds moved by without fanfare.

She… didn't feel any tighter? She was still really fucking tight, but… she didn't seem to be growing. The pump's still flowing, she can certainly feel that much, but the pressure wasn't increasing. Where's the bang.

Why was she almost disappointed…?

It was as if the compressor just couldn't move air anymore. Either that, or she sprung a leak somewhere. Airflow had normalized. She wasn't getting any bigger, but she wasn't getting any smaller, either.

She was just kinda… stuck like this. At least eight feet around, way too blown taut to do anything about the situation, almost completely unable to move (save for a slight rocking back and forth), and thanks to the motor of that hose gently buzzing away in a process she could still one-hundred-percent feel, she'd be stuck here for the foreseeable future, thoughts all but scrambled, with what amounted to a vibrator stuck between her legs. It still felt amazing, but, jeez, what a fucking scenario to be in. Her only possible release was still out at a con for the next few days, completely unaware they'd be coming home to a weather blimp for a roommate. (how on earth is she even going to explain this one.)

But, time still moved forward. She tried to let herself enjoy what she could of the situation. Occasional hushed moans broke through the silence of the night, intermingling with the white noise of the motor working diligently to ensure she'd always be topped off, like any good balloon should be.

…god. this was looking set to be a very, very long weekend.

[faysgeekystuff]

Common misconceptions about the Hour of Joy and Catnap

One thing I've seen everywhere is that people are saying Catnap killed the children during the Hour of Joy. We actually have confirmation he was one of the ones that made sure they were safe. He was the one to lock Miss Delight away from the orphans, whether by his own actions or orders from the prototype. Evidence of this is found in the Miss Delight VHS tape. But their goal was to kill the adults who hurt and experimented on them, and to make sure the children weren't being experimented on anymore.

We actually still have no idea what happened to the children in Playcare. If they're still alive or escaped or died, we have no idea.

The other misconception isn't so much a misconception but lack of confirmation and a popular theory becoming what people believe. That Catnap killed all of the Smiling Critters. We actually have no idea how they died (or if they are all dead) besides Catnap and Dogday, and we have no idea if any of them decided to participate in the Hour of Joy or not. We know that Catnap will kill or torture heretics (*cough* Dogday) but if any of the other Smiling Critters went along with the carnage then Catnap wouldn't have been the one to kill them.

We know that even mascots against the prototype participated in the Hour of Joy via Kissy Missy, and the only one we know of that didn't is Poppy because she was locked in her case. I'm not saying that every toy was killing adults but the likelihood of at least a couple Smiling Critters doing something violent during the Hour of Joy is quite high. And if we base everything off of the cardboard cutouts then I'd put my money on Picky Piggy and Craftycorn as they both insinuate doing violent acts. Especially Picky Piggy which sound like she ate 3 of the other Critters, Kickin Chicken, Bubba Bubbaphant, and Craftycorn.

The other Critters fates are harder to figure out besides Kickin Chicken. It sounds like he was killed for trying to escape. Bobby Bearhug is perhaps the hardest only saying that she is so lost and alone. Hoppy Hopscotch sound like she was trying to jump somewhere and maybe try to escape. She could also be interpreted in another way and she might have forced people to jump to death, like the scientists probably forced her in experiments. Bubba is interesting because it sounds like he is actually talking to the player, saying that he remembers us. And what he remembers about us is just screaming. In other words nothing about how he died but interesting theories about who we are playing as.

I don't think it was just Catnap against all the Critters, as they were all being experimented on and locked in cages. They went through the same trauma and I'm sure multiple of them wanted to be free from Playtime Co.

All the fates of the smiling critters are unknown, even if they are really dead (which I think that most are dead with maybe one still around). We have no idea how long DogDay was trapped and if he actually knows what happened to the other critters. Did Catnap tell him everyone was dead? Did he see everyone die? Did he see some die and then assume the rest when he only saw Catnap after a while? We can only theorize, so to say Catnap killed them all or that none of the Smiling Critters participated in the Hour of Joy are just theories. Not fact.

Last thing isn't a misconception just a theory I want to put out there. That Catnap wasn't originally as skinny and bony as he is the Capter 3. I genuinely think we see so many bones because he's starving. Food is dwindling and I would be surprised if he kills toys for his shrine rather than to eat him sometimes.

[scarwwars]

very hard to put into words how weird it is to see so much league hype and content rn, ive played for 10+ years and it genuinely sort of feels surreal for the lore to be a focus of the community for once

honestly it feels strange to see ANY sort of hype to existing for the game outside of the player base and like its the LORE, TOTALLY FREE TO CONSUME that's getting people involved in the game/universe, and it ESP feels like vindication after riot scrapped the universe site, stopped putting out colour stories, shut down riot forge, has basically made a skeleton team of the legends of runeterra game- the best game riot has ever released and the biggest effort theyve ever made to open the world up and explore the lore

if arcane wasnt enough for you, i beg you go poke around youtube and watch some of the old league content, the cinematics are so beloved by the community, the parody songs (this is war from falconshield, anything from instalok) AND riot's officially released anthems and songs (most with lore stories depicted in their music videos), necrit is great for lore explanation videos of the wider world of runeterra, all the alternative universes like pulsefire, star guardian- theres just so much lore and a library of stories to go read (and a published book though I was not a huge fan), if you dont want to play the moba you can play the ruined king game, song of nunu, convergence, mageseeker (steam/xbox/ps/switch/etc), legends of runeterra (totally free to play card game with very fair and generous card collection methods), teamfight tactics, just- theres even a ttrpg (Legends of Runeterra: Dark Tides of Bilgewater) you can play with your friends if you dont want to sit down an play a video game

rlly at the core of it all i just hope with arcane riot sees that they should be investing in the lore and hiring genuinely good writers (so we dont repeat the SOL event MOST IMPORTANTLY) but also so they see that the content they put out doesnt always need to have a price tag to generate revenue/interest for them, and what keeps people coming back is the world they created

TLDR: ARCANE ONLYS I LOVE YOU PLEASE GET INVOLVED WITH MORE OF THE UNIVERSE THAN JUST THE SHOW I PROMISE YOU ITS GOOD

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[stevie-petey]

i LITERALLY cannot watch or read any kind of stranger things ff without imagining bug

SHES EVERYWHERE I GO and let me tell you the other day i caught myself talking to bug like shebwas my co-star

thank you for creating the diva 🙏🫶

no im so honored omg !!! i also genuinely forget she isnt real and then it makes me sad lmao

[soft-lily]

okay this is the last im going to talk about on the subject because clearly too toxic and ppl really don't want to be educated:

if you are facing criticism for your term that excludes people&voices in your community, and your response is to exclude a literal trans woman, maybe this is the wrong way to go about things?

[dusty-pistol]

I JUST HAD A FUCKIN EPIPHANY. A DIALTOWN THEORY. LISTEN!

Deranged ramblin under the cut!

I know this is batshit insane, but you HAVE to listen to me! Listen, I've heard plenty of theories as to what Callum's secret plan was. But I was just lyin in bed tryna go to sleep when an idea came to mind. And then it kinda started to make sense. And now I'm here to share it with you!

So, I've heard theories about his plan, such as a great theory where someone thought Callum's plan was to integrate animals into society better and make them more useful. It's a great theory, and I think it could be true! But I have one of my own!

Callum wants to improve the human race by surgically upgradin humanity like he did himself.

Now, I know logistically, he already did this with the object heads. But I mean, he wants to upgrade people like he upgraded himself. He operated on himself to make himself live longer. Messed around with his organs and such and somehow managed to (possibly) create immortality. Or, at the very least, improved his lifespan.

And I feel like Dogman didn't just add that little factoid as just an excuse as to why Callum is still alive after so many years. I feel like it's a gateway to Callum's plan. And listen, it COULD work! After all, Callum went through with the Dial-Up. Who's to say he couldn't influence everyone to go through with this, too? And I think that's why Milton hated the plan so much. Because it's insane and he knew it. It's fucked up on so many levels to do this to humanity. But I feel like it makes so much sense! Callum made himself "better" and wanted to make humanity "better," too. Always tryna improve things that don't need to be fixed. And I bet that bastard sugar-coated it to high heaven, too. Makin it out to be some great, groundbreakin thing that would change everyone's lives for the better. Just like the object heads.

Anyway, that's it! I hope nobody else has said this before cuz I'm kinda hopin this is a new concept. Though I'm sure someone else has probably already thought of it. Either way, I could be wrong, I could be right! Who knows? I'm just spoutin nonsense

[kiora06]

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I've relaunched my Patreon page! [X] Tis very simple Patreon and I will try to focus on it a bit more. I also made a small announcement:

NOTE: THIS DOES NOT MEAN THE COMICS AND ART ARE NOW PERMANENTLY PAY WALLED! IT WOULDN'T BE FAIR.

It just means Patreon will get dibs first on ALL content and some content will be posted MUCH later on socials. However special sketches and high resolution version of my art WILL be Patreon exclusives as a reward for the support.

This will help me to be able to keep creating art for you all so any support is appreciated!

Also...

But you didn't hear it from me... I'm still debating on this... NOTE: THE SHIVFRYE CONTENT I DRAW ISN'T ALL FLUFFY MUSHY ROMANCE, ITS JUST LAME JOKES OF SHIVER BEING A GIRLFAILURE AND FRYE BEING DENSE AND JUST POKING FUN OF SHIVER

[whisper-and-tangle]

gosh i probs wont be able to write another fic today but im SO glad i managed to write 3 FICS IN A ROW ???? like over the course of the first three days of 2025 ive written a wholeass 3 individual fics and like, i only wrote 6 or so fisc ACROSS THE ENTIRETY OF 2024. granted i was dealing with ALOT of shit back then but i'm so glad i managed to start writing again i'm so proud of myself gamers :333 like im unironically so so SOO happy with myself imllike actualy crying kinda hello ??? im so proud of myself i cant believe i managed to do that chat :3333 im badw/words but AWWAWAWW I CANT BELIEVE I DID IT IM SOSOSPROUDS OF MYSELF,..,,.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, I recently went into the x-men and I found my own dead with Charles and Erik AND I NEED READ MORE OF THEM BUT I SO LOST AFTER POWERS AND HOUSE OF X SO I DON'T KNOW WHERE CONTINUE, can u help me?

(alsoIlikeyoursdrawingsiwishbeingsoconstantwithmycontentlikeu)

i'll be very candid with you my friend: i'm totally lost too !!!!!!! your comic-reading journey is about as green as mine and so i cant personally give you a super great guide- but beautiful people on the internet exist who've done most of the dirty work for us when sorting through the stories you 'should' read so i'm borrowing them to help us both

you can read this article to read about one person's advice with exploring krakoa and- in their opinion- its most 'significant' stories, though to summarize the issues they recommend looking into:

House of X/Powers of X (which you should have already done)

X of Swords event

Hellfire Gala

Inferno

X Lives and X Deaths of Wolverine

Second Hellfire Gala

Third Hellfire Gala

Fall of the House of X/Rise of the Powers of X (also should have already done, however...) +Single issue: X-Men (2021 series) #35 aka Uncanny X-Men #700 is featured at the end of the FoX omnibus, though the omnibus excludes an extra bit at the end involving a cliffhanger for Charles's fate after he's arrested

if you want to dig a little deeper though, you can check out this article from another individual which includes another wave of 'relevant' (word used loosely as some can be considered more poignant than others) krakoa stories and stories related to it or set during the period.

it's a lot longer and more in depth than the last article, so again i only really rec peaking at this one depending on how deep you wanna go, or if you decide you want to explore more after reading the more 'key' stories. def wouldn't hurt to give it a glance just in case you read some summaries that pique your interest!

all in all, don't take these as concrete rules or guides to follow: comics are meant to be fun, these are just good starting points if you're feeling lost or overwhelmed. at the end of the day, you decide ultimately what you want to read and which stories interest you the most

happy reading !

[catboydiiluc]

baizhu. in bamboo rain.