#the false skin

[highlifeboat]

All of My Silliiieeess.

Template under the cut if anybody wants it for their own uses

[uncanny-tranny]

Shoutout to all the other adults who have acne or any other condition of the skin that you are expected to outgrow or "just deal with."

Adulthood isn't this magical time where everything just disappears, and the reality is that these skin conditions are largely genetic. It isn't your fault (nor your skin's fault) that you are an adult with different skin than other people. In fact, it's neutral (and even, dare I say, good!).

[eumjaybside]

it's false's bday, happy birthday false!! 🎉🎉

[my-rights-are-grian-rights]

14 and 15!!! her name is falsesymmetry because despite how it may appear (and my best efforts) she is neither reflectionally nor rotationally symmetrical.

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Late(ish) at night gman ramblings time

Honestly I have yet to find a popular theory as to what Gman is that actually feels like. right to me. Like some of them are neat ideas, if put into something fan made, but if it turned out to be canon, most of the outcomes i've seen feel like they'd be super disappointing, in my opinion of course.

I've seen theories about Gman being a Shu'ulathoi that shapeshifted into a humanoid form, and while the idea is novel, I honestly feel as though it. limits him too much. It removes the mystery aspect of him because now we know what he is, and what his motivations are. Like, if Valve ever truly confirmed that Gman is some sort of alien species that we can easily pinpoint, or even one we've seen before, it would feel like it's putting gman in a box that doesn't fit him.

To me, Gman is best left unknowable. He is a species that only has one member (maybe), he doesn't have a set true (or at least comprehensible) form, but he's definitely not human. He doesn't have a name, he has no set species that aligns with anything we have seen so far. An eldritch entity that is outside what we have observed within the Half Life universe. As much as I would love to learn more about Gman, I also fear the mystery of him being removed and overall making him feel less like a cosmic threat.

Overall I don't personally think most of the theories explaining what he could possibly be are correct for him. He is nothing, yet everything at the same time. True ambiguity.

[lucksea]

it counts as speculative biology if theyre fictional animals

[namisweatheria]

There's MUCH BIGGER STUFF IN THIS CHAPTER TO REACT TO but it is my duty as tumblr user namisweatheria to say: WEATHERIA MENTION!!!!!! Hoping this will eventually create a cool moment for Nami. OH HEY WAIT the place Robin went to in the timeskip was also mentioned!!!

Well, that being important eventually was always a given. I totally get people wanting the timeskip to have more personal relevance with the strawhats before now, and I feel that, but I also always had faith that it was all gonna come back. Here we goooooooooooo!!!!

[cornercritter]

lil sketch. i should play around with halftones more

[cometcats-fr]

Wow.. actually using this blog to Talk about Dragons... No way.... Check her out :3

[femmeoutoffocus]

&&& the Palest Italian Award goes toooo....

[highlifeboat]

I'm conceding to the fact that I do not have any idea what to draw to actually kind of show off my guy so... Block of text it is.

The False Skin was one of Mother Miranda's early, more complex, Cadou experiments. It's a mimic type creature that has to eat its prey in order to turn into them and take their place within the world. As a result, it's original form is lost knowledge. It's a relatively docile monster, living only to eat and blend in with its surroundings.

It escaped Miranda's lab some time in the late 30s. By the time she'd realized it was gone she was unable to track it down as it had taken the place of a farmer's chicken. Over time it because less or a priority for her to find.

In order to blend in when taking the place of a person, it first has to stalk its prey for some amount of time. It learns their mannerisms, speech patters, general personality, and how they interact with the world. It eats its victims whole, shedding its skin of the old victim and emerging as a the new. Any inorganic items (Clothing, jewellery, ect) are spat back up as it cannot digest the materials. It will then consume the old skin and dispose of any left over evidence if necessary.

When out of sight, it may shift to alternate voices in order to better lures its next prey.

It has no concept of human emotion. Any emotional reactions are learned behaviours of the current victim used to better blend in and not arouse suspicion. It is also completely asexual as it has no need or desire to reproduce.

While not a creature that is hard to kill, it is rather hard to catch/corner. It does not typically defend itself with violence unless necessary, preferring to hide from pursuers seeking to harm it.

It currently hides among the maids in Castle Dimitrescu.

[andi-o-geyser]

campaign vox machina ohhh look away my children look away from the false idols they do not define you nor do they deserve you

[tubbytarchia]

I think it's really tragic that this has below 10k views for how much it made me laugh so I'm sharing it. Please watch this please

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

Colorism, like racism, is a social INSTITUTION. It was constructed in order to place hierarchical properties to those on the closer end to whiteness. Colorism, like racism, does not "go both ways." That isn't what it was constructed to do and it hasn't been dismantled, so it is still serving the purpose for which it was created and executed.

[convexicalcrow]

The False Necromancer (1/?)

Look, I'd be lying if I said I was surprised it took them this long to chase me out of the city. Well, I was also surprised at the chasing out of the city part, if I'm honest. I thought they'd hand me over to the Inquisitors, but no, they just burnt my house and told me to leave. Jokes on them, I had secured my journals of research away with a close confidante, so I can rebuild all my steam-powered contraptions in a new place. I don't think I'll go to another city though. Probably safer to be on my own, tucked away in a forest somewhere, where they can't find me.

It's not like I mind being alone. I would have liked to have my confidante with me, but he had unshakable commitments at the University and could not leave with me. I may see him again some day. At least I was able to get my journals back before we said goodbye.

The gall of them to condemn me as a necromancer though! I am no such thing! The only magic I dabble in is alchemy. I have refined and perfected the techniques for making pure metals, and creating my own substances from the Sun itself. My craft was one I taught to myself, as no one would teach a woman. Alchemy was not at all suited for a woman. And yet, with it, I thrived, moreso than I did when I was studying with a cunningwoman. She was thrown to the fires eventually, though, like a lot of them were. So many good people burnt and killed because some men were afraid of witches.

I'm not sure why I was spared. Why did those same men who pointed so many fingers point a finger at me and then turn away in the dead of night? Why call me a necromancer and then not report me to the Inquisitors? Necromancy is a heresy, it should have been reported. And yet, instead, my house was burnt, and I was exiled. Me alone, I was allowed to live.

It hardly seems fair. I knew they'd come for me one day. I knew it as soon as the Inquisitors' Office was set up. I had made plans to escape. I just didn't get time to execute them. I could hae done without two nights in a dungeon though. Perhaps someone whispered in their ears to let me go. I can't imagine why though. I should have been tried as a witch like all the others. I should have died along with all the others.

It weighs heavy on my heart, and I am glad to be away from that place. They all practiced necromancy. Everyone knows it. They write these books condemning the practice, all the while saying thing like, well if I was going to summon a demon, here's how I'd do it. And then recite the necromanctic manuals word for word. Treasonous men.

I was no saint, of course. One doesn't become an alchemist and not get their hands dirty. It comes with the territory. And I must say, working with these pure metals changes you. I have seen my gods in their shimmer, felt their presence in the heat of my burning glass, watched in awe as two metals fuse into something else. It is magic, it is heresy, it is not necromancy.

But in truth, I know what they condemned me for. I discovered a way to harness the power of steam to energise and power contraptions the like of which the world has not yet ever seen. Copper, my beloved copper, has proved to be the key. Copper and lodestones. I have made lightning in my elaboratory! My experiments have shown the power of steam to create lightning! And with lightning, and the right metals, I have made things move, and fly, and heat up, and glow! All because I boiled some water and captured the steam, forcing it through a small pipe across a fan that I made, with four blades on an angle, that spins when the steam passes it, and this empowers the copper to make the lightning! It arcs across to nearby metals. It creates visible light that crackles and fizzes and excites the hair on my head. The air smells so strongly afterwards, it's intoxicating. And I was the one who created it. Me! They burnt my house down, but no matter. They will regret the fact that they did not kill me.

[swan2swan]

Average Jurassic Park Superfan: "The tone of the first movie is unmatched, the paleontological designs could be better, they anthropomorphized the dinosaurs too much."

Me: "My favorite scene in the franchise is in the third episode of Camp Cretaceous when a young human girl pledges her life to the reincarnation of an indescribably ancient being if it will help save the lives of two of her friends, the offering is accepted, and the kids have to spend the remainder of two shows struggling to protect the ancient creatures because they treated one of them with disrespect."