#woo It worked ok

[druidberries]

I FINALLY fixed my game omg 😭 I can finally start posting again WOO

[narrative-driven-off-a-cliff]

Will Wood has a shockingly large fan presence on Sporcle.

[the-voldsoy]

My current thoughts about Remnants (pod), as of ep10

(a disjointed list of theories, thoughts and opinions that have been bouncing around in my head and need to put down somewhere. A lot of this will likely be disproven when e11 comes out.)

(under the cut because there's a lot)

First of all, Sir. I don't think he knows what he's supposed to be doing, really, either. Or rather, he knows the what but not the why. He might be afraid, and that might be for a lot of reasons. It might be for what they're doing together, it might be for A. It might be something else entirely.

I also have half a theory working right now that Sir was either made with the First And Last Place[which I will be calling TFALP from now] (has always been there, doesn't remember anything from before or why), or was a previous Apprentice. In this case, he could be lying to the Apprentice so that he doesn't try to replace Sir in turn.

Sir is not human, we know that. He might have been, once, but he's not anymore. He seems to have some sort of magic(?) that can make A forget things, and possibly has wings (flapping noise in e6). He also may-or-may-not be something of a biblical angel, in the sense that his true form cannot be comprehended by A without his mind exploding.

The Apprentice. He is there to give (unbiased?) judgement about something he doesn't understand. That is his purpose. His memory is wiped every time he gets too close to understanding what TFALP actually is, although it is unclear whether it is because Sir has an ulterior motive or just because A's mind can't handle it all. I'm leaning more towards the "understanding TFALP causes eldritch madness" idea though, it makes more sense with the evidence we have.

It is possible that neither Sir nor A are actual people, but rather constructs made by a larger force, or simply just concepts given bodies

The code of capitalised letters from the episode captions so far is: HE IA M OR EOR LESS MST HAS ILTOT [spaces separate episodes]. The only clue we have been given is a picture of 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner from Eira. I think this means that it will be able to decode/be separated into words in multiple ways, rather than the words themselves having double meanings, but I have no confirmation for this.

However, I also think it's multiple different codes(?), being separated by every time A is "reset". (look, just hear me out).

The "HEIAMOREORLESS" part came ep1-6, and the "new" A is shown in e7. If we take this as a separation point in the code, then this part reads "He I AMore Or Less" (Am, more). This would make sense in the context of the show itself and other clues we've been given.

But the next part (ep7-10) can't be put into any obvious words (yet). "MSTHASILTOT". This needs to be decoded differently, possibly with an actual cipher.

I don't know, we don't have the whole code yet so it shouldn't make any sense yet so I'm probably completely wrong but you see my point I hope?

So far the morse code reads: Apprentice / reshelve or discard / the question / is not what / it may / first / / appear to / be if indeed / it appears / to be /

I reckon the next parts will say "anything at all". Not a huge theory or anything, I just wanted to guess. However, this does tell us that there is more about "Reshelve or discard" than is immediately obvious. I have so many thoughts about that though, it needs its own post.

The TL;DR of what I think right now is that yes, it is reincarnation, but it's not clear which option makes the person in the Remnant reincarnated -- I think it's the discard option, because reshelve implies that the ones on the shelf can always be moved around but the discarded ones are gone (living a life?).

I am not confident in that though

But if that is the case, then which is worse?

I haven't thought about it very much yet, but all of these Remnants are going to be connected in some way, I just haven't figured out why. It could just be that the show is more fun (on a meta level) when you have to break out the red string, but the fact that Sir seemed to have some sort of investment with e6 makes me think it's more than that.

Or, rather, what was so important about e6? Why did he care so much that A read it? Did it reveal too much too soon, or did Sir have some sort of emotional investment or involvement with it?

If Sir has an involvement with some of the Remnants implies...I don't know what it implies to be honest. That he was a person once? That he does, in fact, feel emotions? That he has read the Remnants? We already know he seen all the Remnants, he's told us that outright, and he says he doesn't remember "the way that you [A] do" (e10). Is Sir God?

That sounds like a joke but I am making faint connections in my mind ok I'll explain that when they're clear enough to see

I think it would be kind of cute if Sir just sort of...went to a jumble sale and bought a bunch of trinkets, and that's why they're all related

Someone in the Discord said those dust-sprite-things might be discarded Remnants also. That doesn't help my theory at all I just wanted to mention it because those Dust Sprites and the letters from e6 and TFALP itself all mean something but I don't know what

When I was reading through the e6 transcript, I forgot that A says he thinks there's something else in there with them. Not sure if he meant the Dust, or TFALP itself, or the Remnants, or something else entirely, but it does intrigue me.

If it is something else, it could be an antagonist of a sort. There seems to be something working against Sir, creating the "paper trails" and showing A e6, which Sir was not happy about. But why was Sir not aware of it happening? He acts as though he should have seen it?? Could it have been left there by A previously, as a clue so that he could try and remember and find answers again?

Why does Sir care so much about A? He apparently has to regularly erase his memories, would it not be easier to get a different random person each time? The fact that it's always the same person makes me think that A was created for specifically this purpose, but he also seems more...human? than Sir, understanding sarcasm and jokes and empathy and that sort of thing. Is A supposed to be a representation of all of humanity? So that he can be a fair judge? Sir does say that A always has the job (e7)

And Sir says that "Things will not change, not until I see fit" in that episode. This implies that he has some level of control over TFALP and the Remnants and how it all works. So the question is, why? Why can he control it, why is it how it is?

Or maybe Sir cares about him because of familiarity, he's gotten used to and fond of A being around, he doesn't want to have to replace him. But that then raises the question of why he kept him around to start, before he got used to him, and it circles back round. Maybe they were both human, once, and they knew each other, and now only Sir remembers for whatever reason.

[kristiliqua]

you ever be talking to yourself and over explain shit while youre ranting even though youre literally talking to yourself and already understand the concept and point of what youre trying to say because youre talking to your-fucking-self but you continue to over explain anyway because you feel the need to even though you Know you dont have to whatsoever ?

yeah so the doctors said i dont have adhd or autism . shrug

[stillsolo]

SENSES & OTHER SPECIFIC HEADCANONS.

MUSE: han ‘jonash e.’ solo although i normally like to separate my headcanons by verses (modern/sw), i think i’ll just go with sw for consistency this time.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE?

more often than not, the smell of burnt exhaust fumes and the distinct, somewhat pungent aroma of engine oil clings to han like a second skin.  if he’s been elbows-deep in some serious repairs or upgrades for the ’falcon, there’s the lingering tang of sweat mingling in.  han is a very practical man, loads more rugged than he is refined, so he isn’t big on fancy or fragrant scents.  when he’s scrubbed clean and free of grease and sweat, he smells of fresh linen or the no-nonsense scent of utilitarian detergent.  if his clothes have gone through the sonic, he’s devoid of any scent altogether. on the rare occasion han bothers with any fragrance, it’s likely a simple cologne—nothing too overpowering or difficult to come by.  i can easily see him stumbling upon a cologne in his late teens and sticking with that same scent over the years.  something subtle, like sweet corellian / kashyyykian sandalwood, sounds about right.

WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE?

han’s hands are rough and weathered, thickened by layers of calluses and scar tissue.  his nails are dense, mostly blunted by frequent clipping, though sometimes sharpened by chipped corners and, depending on if he’s been working on repairs, darkened by engine grease stains. 

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY?

han spends the majority of his time traveling through space.  because the ’falcon isn’t a luxury starship—though i’m sure han would fight me on that—food comes in only so many options.  han is the type of guy to enjoy hearty meals, mainly traditional corellian cuisine, the sort of stuff dewlanna would make for him before she died.  however, the space-fairing life doesn’t provide such a thing, not unless you have some kinda ultra-expensive, fancy food synth / replicator—which he doesn’t lol.  he hates the taste of artificial crap, so he keeps ample stock of your standard pre-packaged and dehydrated food rations onboard the ’falcon.  it’s nothing fancy, just portioned rations designed to provide the necessary nutrients for a human and wookiee to survive, as well as some extras for emergencies.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE?

he isn’t terrible, nor is he a natural-born singer.  han probably never sings unless encouraged while drunk as hell, or it’s for his children.  since this is a boring answer imo, i’ll briefly mention the au in which he grew up with two sisters instead, because it features a snippet about singing i wrote in 2016 that still stands: as a child, han grew up in an incredibly traditional corellian household and learned to play the drums.  during family gatherings, they would sing old corellian legends.  han was ushered up to sing often.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICS?  

i’ve had to elaborate on han’s past pretty much every time i’ve plotted with someone new this year, so i’m just gonna skim over his background real quick.  don’t worry, it’s relevant to the question!

born��on corellia, han solo’s early years were marked by abandonment, hardship, and virtually no recollection of how he survived.  garrus shrike, a pirate and certified shitty bastard, scooped han up off the streets and raised him to be a pickpocket, skilled con artist, and professional swoop racer etc.  throughout his childhood and well into his teens, han was emotionally manipulated, physically / emotionally abused, and nearly beaten to death by shrike on multiple occasions. in such dire circumstances, solo had to master social engineering very early on, not only to aid in shrike’s shitty schemes to scam people of credits, but also as a means to survive.  he learned how to talk sweet and take hits on the chin without flinching.  doesn’t mean he’s tolerant of when it happens, but it goes to show he’s a better sport than you would think.  to be frank, if not rather depressing, han’s ability to control himself and his emotions, including his ‘nervous tics’, hinges on both his age and the era in which you encounter him, as these factors shape the extent of his trauma.

TLDR ANSWER: while not explicitly labeled as nervous tics, han’s repertoire of behaviors in tense situations falls within a distinct pattern: the flippant wave of a dismissive hand, a frantic scrubbing at his face to evade eye contact, a sudden urge to get up and pace the room, or strained laughter that punctuates an awkward silence.  rare is the accidental stammer, but it’s a good sign he’s really slipped into a dither.  the abrupt shift to dark looks, marked by crooked grins, could be a fight-or-flight response. eventually, it devolves: his jaw clenches, his chin juts forward in defiance; his fingers twitch near the grip of his blaster, and he resorts to issuing unexpected ultimatums to steer the situation back in his favor—or to circumvent it altogether.

this might seem strange, but with han, nervous tics often twine with anger.  at least, that’s the impression many might get at first glance. given his entire upbringing and the years he spent under the tyrannical thumb of an emotionally and physically abusive parental figure, han has a serious problem with authority and control. for him, the boundary between nervousness and anger is razor-thin. losing control is akin to pulling the rug out from under him.  whether triggered by positive or negative stimuli, han doesn’t handle that well, not even as an adult, as losing control equates to vulnerability, and in the harsh world han has come to know, that’s what gets you killed.  love and violence are instinctive reactions to vulnerability, and for han, violence often wins out. that is until someone lovely comes by to soften his heart, of course. p:

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE/WEAR?

decked out in your usual spacer’s gear, but with han’s personal touch! han prefers at least two layers crafted from thin yet durable materials, ensuring versatility in varying weather conditions while remaining lightweight and flexible, should he ever need to book a hasty retreat ( trial and error, trial and error ).  although han didn’t exactly enjoy his time as an imperial lieutenant, he is deeply prideful of his achievements and corellian heritage, which is why you won’t ever see him running with trousers that don’t feature a corellian blood-stripe running up the sides.  a gunbelt is also a necessity; he never sets foot off the ’falcon without one strapped to his waist, blaster and all.  and last but certainly not least, a sturdy pair of boots!

IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE? HOW MUCH? HOW SO?

bit of a broad question, ain’t it? don’t even know where to begin.  han is a multifaceted person.  he has layers—like an onion.  distinguishing between platonic and romantic affection is a task in itself, and han isn’t one to readily display any form of affection. generally speaking, han is a prickly thing.  he’s got a huge soft side, and he’s actually quite compassionate and understanding, but showing that side of himself must be done on his own terms, or he’d sooner eat his whole hand than allow others to see that.  yes, he’s quite the self-sabotaging little gremlin.  he is your definition of awkwardly affectionate until he’s learned to lower his guard, which has its own set of hurdles…

WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN?

bold of you to assume han sleeps at all. han is a man of perpetual motion, his thoughts racing ahead to the next task even as he tackles the present one.  whether it’s contemplating the aftermath of his current endeavor, anticipating chewie’s return with a vital component, or planning out his next ship upgrade, han’s life as a smuggler has kept him on the go.  in a galaxy like star wars, danger lurks around every corner, especially in his chosen profession.   old habits die hard. when he sleeps, it’s anywhere and with one eye open.  he might say it casually, but it’s an ingrained rule he lives by: sleep with one eye open.  one eye open, ’n a loaded blaster at your side.

COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM?

omg lmao have you met this man? han’s great at hollerin’ from the top of his lungs, lemme tell ya.  when han’s got something to say, he’ll make sure every man, woman, enby / alien in the building hears him loud and clear lmao but in all seriousness, it depends.  is there an imperative need for him to keep his volume under control? is he engaged in a contentious exchange? or does someone else want him to keep his voice down? y’know, he might just start yelling if it’s the latter. 

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[spaghett-onaplate]

new years vibes

[non-un-topo]

Finally finished chapter 3 of Summerwind and its 12,000 words long jfc

[vanoefucks]

new oc page :']

[crescentfool]

hello to the new influx of people who followed me from my silly little ryomina comic 👋 i hope everyone enjoys their stay!!! 🥳 i am very p3 piled with sprinkles of splatoon. please feel free to browse my blog tags and archives like it's your feed, i always like seeing posts circulate :3

and to everyone on this fine saturday. or sunday! have an excellent week :) you are so cool

[pennybeagle]

>:] sharing some oc art finally 💥💥💥

louie & izen in a superhero au i have !! yeah :]

[general-kalani]

{ Gonna put it in a new post hope you don't mind @kaiju-crimson-storyandask!! From here }

So he wasn't planning on escaping an old life. Then how could he waltz into Eden's Gate like this?

Don't be foolish and turn one away from the flock, Joseph.

Yes, God.

"Of course, that's what we try to do here, give people understanding. Here, at Eden's Gate, we provide for those who cannot be provided. The ones who are called insane. The ones that society, governments and the rest ignored for their own benefits. It's not all idle work, however. We have a Collapse coming that we are preparing ourselves against with bunkers and more. You must be wondering who their leader is, who unites them in the face of such a calamity. You're looking at him."

His hands waved around either side, the people who followed him so blindly into all of this waving at the man in front.

Most of the ensemble holding weaponry.

"Whether you stay or leave is not mine to judge. I hope you stay, however, since God had told me about it."

[buddyhollyscurls]

ok so in order to deal with Everything Arriving All At Once I decided that how I'm gonna deal with this is tomorrow I'm gonna allow myself to do Asolutely Nothing then begin my attack on getting things done Weds

[faetealights]

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[eggyegg4evar]

epic swaggie

[monstersholygrail]

The second that Squid Hybrid Suitor started listening to his best friend, an Octopus Hybrid, about relationship advice he knew he had officially hit rock bottom. His friend had been pining after his partner for practically the same amount of time he’s been pursing you.

Only difference between the two of them is that his friend had managed to finally succeed where he could not. And the cocky Octopus Hybrid was practically shouting from the rooftops that it had all started after he detached his tentacle cock and offered it to her.

And now Squid Hybrid Suitor is seriously starting to consider his friend’s advice. You see, it’s been many months since the hybrid had officially begun courting you.

He didn’t mind fighting for you, no, not at all. You deserved every minute of it and he’d put in all the hard work that’s needed for you to finally be his mate.

But you were so nonchalant in the face of all his attempts to woo you. It’s like no matter what he came up with to show you how much he cared for you, you were already expecting it. Nothing surprised you or excited you.

It drove him crazy just as much as it made him want you even more. He was determined to make you his, to spoil you and treat you the way you deserve to be treated.

You already knew you deserved the best and you weren’t going to settle for less. He just wanted to be the one to give you that best, to make every day exciting and full of possibilities.

So eventually his friend’s advice seemed to be the only way to go.

His cheeks flush red as he walks briskly through the campus corridors. Keeping his detached tentacle cock tucked safely in his jacket. He watches every student that passes him, hoping they can’t tell what he’s doing just from the look on his face.

A big sigh of relief leaves him as he finally reaches your dorm. Squid Hybrid Suitor is a whirlwind of nerves, too focused on talking to you, giving you his courting gift, and hoping no one else sees his gift.

The second he knocks on your door he swears he’s five seconds away from inking all over the hall and escaping to safety while everyone is distracted. He can feel the pressure build inside him and right before he’s about to seriously consider doing it, you open the door and he freezes.

Your neutral and almost bored expression greets him as you swing the door open and notice it’s him. Mmmm, fuck, and it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen. You turn him on so bad, you don’t even have to do anything. His cock twitches inside his jacket and he holds back a groan.

“E-evening, sweat heart,” he greets and then blushes even deeper at the nickname that just slipped out of him.

But the corner of your lips quirk up in response and he has to squeeze the base of his tentacle to stop himself from busting a nut inside his coat.

“Hey, you.”

He inhales sharply, eyes fluttering at the teasing, almost knowing, tone of your voice. You had to know what you were doing to him. He won’t be able to take this for much longer.

“Here I have this for you,” he rushes out, taking a step closer to shield it from prying eyes as he thrusts out his cock from his jacket and presents it to you.

Awkward silence fills the space between you. While you look more beautiful than ever, he stands before you with a pained smile and a large tentacle balanced in his hands. He was such a fucking mess for you.

“What is it?” You ask, though not with distaste. He considers that a win.

But how to answer without it coming off weird?

“My cock!” He blurts, eyes immediately growing comically wide.

He can’t believe he said that. He can’t believe he fucking said that! Now you definitely won’t give him a chance. No! He can’t think like that. He just has to explain.

“Well, it’s traditional for merfolk to give their perspective mates courting gifts and I got to thinking about your needs— not that I imagine you what you look like taking care of yourself, well ok that’s not totally the truth. But anyway, I thought if you needed to be taken care of then-then I could be the one to do it. Though not me personal—“

“You know,” you cut him off and his mouth immediately snaps shut as if he were a clam.

Meanwhile the faint pink of his skin grows a deeper red, every inch of him flushing with embarrassment. He kinda wishes he had a shell to hide inside of at the moment. Especially as your blank stare causes his exposed cock to leak a little onto his hands.

“It would be a lot better for me if you were attached to the base of that cock,” you finish and he nearly does too at your words.

More precum leaks onto his hand and while you watch it drip onto the ground he refuses to take his eyes off of you.

“Really?”

You smile, finally, a real full blown smile and nod. A cute little ‘mhm’ leaving you in response.

What. The. Fuck. Is happening. He almost can’t believe it. You’re giving him a chance to prove himself, to be the mate you need. Oh, he’ll fuck you and he’ll fuck you so good too.

The second you step back into your room to let him in, he’s bolting in there faster than a swordfish. Ready to bend you over and fuck you with his tentacle, teasing your warm pussy and making you cum over and over again until finally he reattaches it and fucks into you full force. His stamina knows no limits when it comes to you and he won’t stop or slow down till he’s fucking you dumb and making you squirt all over him.

Pt 2 coming soon… or you can read it early with the rest of the series here on my Patreon!

[rainbowbeanstyles]

I WANNA BE SO MEAN TO THEM BUT I NEED TO BE THE BIGGER PERSON ALSO THIS WONT MATTER ITS JUST A LITTLE PASSING MOMENT IN MY LIFE ITS NOTHING