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odinsblog · 11 months

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In the darkest chapter of German history, during a time when incited mobs threw stones into the windows of innocent shop owners and women and children were cruelly humiliated in the open; Dietrich Bonhoeffer, a young pastor, began to speak publicly against the atrocities.

After years of trying to change people’s minds, Bonhoeffer came home one evening and his own father had to tell him that two men were waiting in his room to take him away.

In prison, Bonhoeffer began to reflect on how his country of poets and thinkers had turned into a collective of cowards, crooks and criminals. Eventually he concluded that the root of the problem was not malice, but stupidity.

In his famous letters from prison, Bonhoeffer argued that stupidity is a more dangerous enemy of the good than malice, because while “one may protest against evil; it can be exposed and prevented by the use of force, against stupidity we are defenseless. Neither protests nor the use of force accomplish anything here. Reasons fall on deaf ears.”

Facts that contradict a stupid person’s prejudgment simply need not be believed and when they are irrefutable, they are just pushed aside as inconsequential, as incidental. In all this, the stupid person is self-satisfied and, being easily irritated, becomes dangerous by going on the attack.

For that reason, greater caution is called for when dealing with a stupid person than with a malicious one. If we want to know how to get the better of stupidity, we must seek to understand its nature.

This much is certain, stupidity is in essence not an intellectual defect but a moral one. There are human beings who are remarkably agile intellectually yet stupid, and others who are intellectually dull yet anything but stupid.

The impression one gains is not so much that stupidity is a congenital defect but that, under certain circumstances, people are made stupid or rather, they allow this to happen to them.

People who live in solitude manifest this defect less frequently than individuals in groups. And so it would seem that stupidity is perhaps less a psychological than a sociological problem.

It becomes apparent that every strong upsurge of power, be it of a political or religious nature, infects a large part of humankind with stupidity. Almost as if this is a sociological-psychological law where the power of the one needs the stupidity of the other.

The process at work here is not that particular human capacities, such as intellect, suddenly fail. Instead, it seems that under the overwhelming impact of rising power, humans are deprived of their inner independence and, more or less consciously, give up an autonomous position.

The fact that the stupid person is often stubborn must not blind us from the fact that he is not independent. In conversation with him, one virtually feels that one is dealing not at all with him as a person, but with slogans, catchwords, and the like that have taken possession of him.

He is under a spell, blinded, misused, and is abused in his very being. Having thus become a mindless tool, the stupid person will also be capable of any evil – incapable of seeing that it is evil.

Only an act of liberation, not instruction, can overcome stupidity. Here we must come to terms with the fact that in most cases a genuine internal liberation becomes possible only when external liberation has preceded it. Until then, we must abandon all attempts to convince the stupid person.

Bonhoeffer died due to his involvement in a plot against Adolf Hitler, at dawn on 9 April 1945 at Flossenbürg concentration camp - just two weeks before soldiers from the United States liberated the camp.

—Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s Theory of Stupidity

#politics #dietrich bonhoeffer #republicans #theory of stupidity #donald trump #dunning kruger effect #pedagogy #stupidity #germany #conspiracy theorists #mob mentality #interesting #ethics

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miuszn · 1 year

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can you write hcs of protective ellie williams 🩷

hii anon !! i think a lot of u know by now how much i loooove the idea of protective / possessive ellie so ofc i have lots of headcanons .. here’s some of them <3

protective ellie hcs

♡ u don’t often go on patrol as ur much less skilled than the others n ellie tells u to stay back most of the time since she wants u to be safe .. but whenever u DO have to go on patrol ?? she always insists on going w u no matter who’s assigned w u , she switches w tbem if necessary , and makes the excuse that ur less skilled and need someone stronger to look after u such as herself . the reality is she just wants to protect u and show u u can rely on her

♡ she also does not let u get ur hands dirty !! if any infected need to be cleared out she does not let u help her , she simply tells u to stay back as she clears them all out w ease .. n wooow u love watching her do it . u find it super attractive

♡ she tells u to walk behind her when checking out an area / exploring , almost acting like ur personal bodyguard hehe ( she will use herself as ur shield )

♡ whenever ur walking around in crowded areas , she holds on to ur wrist or tells u to hold onto her so she doesn’t lose u in the crowd . it’s not like u would get lost for more than a few minutes or be in any danger anyway , but she still wants u to do it because “ you never know “

♡ WILL NEVER LET U WALK HOME ALONE . no matter what . she has to be by ur side and make sure ur inside and safe before she even thinks abt going home herself . no matter if ur super super far from ur house , she will not let u walk by urself

♡ makes sure u have ur seatbelt on at all times in the car <3

♡ always always ALWAYS makes sure ur well rested , eaten well , n have drank enough water .. if you haven’t done any of the above during the day she makes it her mission to make u do it bc she always wants the best for u

♡ whenever ur bag is slightly heavy , she carries it for u despite ur protests . she says she doesn’t want u to have any back pain or worse

#arielle’s headcanons ୨୧ #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #the last of us #ellie williams x you #the last of us 2 #tlou #tlou 2 #ellie x reader #tlou x reader #ellie headcanons #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams hcs #tlou headcanons #tlou hcs

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astro-pioneer · 2 years

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Your God 『Scaramouche』

Oh em gee finally a Scara work instead of rants??? The world is ending | God this man is AASJGJWJD | No summary we go in blind liKE MEN | Maybe end of Inazuma to past 3.0 spoilers?? Information from leaks is used so no explicit spoilers | Mentions of two (2) cows

Kunikuzushi was weak. This fact was engraved into his mind and body ever since he was formed into this world of hoaxes and lies. The gnosis he was created to house in the location where his heart should be rejected his body as it was. He wasn't dismantled like planned. He was simply abandoned and allowed to live a life of peace under the name Kunikuzushi. A remote location became his sanctuary, housing himself, his crops, and two cows. This is how he lived for 100 or so years.

Then he met you.

You appeared out of nothing but the wind one day, your soul and body emitting pure anemo energy. It was obvious you were new to this world, or at least sheltered from horrors, eyes clear of the deception that infected everyone who wandered these bloodied nations. He taught you all what someone needed to know to survive the world.

Living with you was the best feeling in the universe. You were fresh air to him, a break from the hurdles he was thrown into all his life.

But a chance to become and fulfill what he was created to do presented itself to him in the form of a teal haired doctor. He was given a choice to be able to grow stronger and finally house the gnosis that was his mother's. But, there was you. Sweet, little old you who hasn't had one little horrible thing happen to you. You, who was there and comforted him when you, yourself, didn't know the emotion he was feeling.

But he knew, deep down, you were going to feel an emotion similar to it one day. Today is that day. Since now, Inazuma had one less puppet in its population.

He was now tens of hundreds of meters away from you. Tens of hundreds of meters away in the coldest region in Teyvat, being reworked to become something greater than what he was now. He'd prove to his creator, his mother, that what she did was her worst mistake yet. Scaramouche has killed Kunikuzushi without hesitance.

It took a while to realize your companion wasn't coming back, even more time to gather enough courage to leave the small farmhouse the two of you claimed your own. You waited until the cows passed and the land was no longer able to grow plants until a few years went. Beings made of pure elemental energy do not need to eat, drink, or sleep, so you sold your possessions as well as everything harvested before you left.

The Land of Wisdom, beautiful Sumeru, was the nation you relocated to. Liyue was too different from what you were used to and you weren't fully ready to go home just yet. Natlan, Fontaine, and Snehznaya were all great in their own ways too but the whispers of the wind weren't as strong as they were compared to nations closer. Their archon laid to rest for a while after the cataclysm; the wind was their only friend and reminder of home.

It was ironic how Kunikuzushi thought you two were so different when, in reality, the only true difference was how you came to walk the world. He was created with every part and limb being held together by electro while you were formed of anemo, stronger winds to mimic human skin until it was perfect. Your chest held the chess piece known as the anemo gnosis. You were able to fulfill your duty for your archon until he reawakens, something you never told Kunikuzushi.

Years apart from each other did not deter Scaramouche from feeling your energy. It was weaker than before, but still as pure as it was the first day you met. His, however, has been altered and modified so many times it was impossible to find the original electro that acted like threads. The only difference between the original and current electro was the feeling of unease. It was artificial and it just felt so wrong.

You couldn't voice it out loud. Not when he was finally in front of you once again. The desire to vocalize the issue that he wasn't the soft Kunikuzushi you knew years ago died when his hands cupped your face like they did long ago. The synthetic electro softly sparked from his fingertips.

He found his way back to you. Not as Kunikuzushi like you wished, but now as a being more powerful than his god ever thought of him to be. He wasn't worthy in the eyes of his creator, his mother, but you always proved to him that there was someone out there who would look at him as though he himself formed the constellations in the sky. He couldn't be the god for his own nation, but he'd be more than happy to replace the Anemo Archon in your heart and become your personal god.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #✎ expedition #✩ neptune

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juleteon · 1 month

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Only a honest facade

Lunarian's body is more of a possessed vessel, if to be described by layman's terms. What Lunarian is - is easily more than meets the eye, or rather, all that is concealed from it. Lunarian is a system, a fungal network, all connected and acting as one. It's tale tells of an awakening, and of the need to yawn from the deep slumber - and thus, a search for an appropriate form was needed.

A form that will proof most efficient and adaptable. A felid specimen was simply convenient for mobility and camouflage. Establishing itself to a body once borrowed - then, mended into a complete, new one. With an eye of great properties acquired and threaded as a core. Everlasting fleshy mushroom extensions tie to it's symmetrical silhouette - shapeshifting by command, and, allowing the sharing of it's spores.

It's communication seems as a telepathic one, by the average impression. But the truth is that what allows those thoughts and sensations to be 'spoken' is a consensual 'infection' of sorts - spores that allow for the translation and transmission of the networks signals.

Both Bug and Selkouni have established a trusty friendship with Lunarian, despite their wide differences. Selk often has a difficult time attempting to introduce their companion, since any ideas of necromancy are highly controversial in the society of their home.

Questions of morality, death, and what it actually means to cross the barrier of an independent living being vs a mere vehicle for another often find their way onto a discussion in such interactions. But the truth remains, and so does their bond.

#original worldbuilding #Mystical #oc artwork #My art #fantasy art #OC: Lunarian #Terra Sonalis #original character #Juleteon Art

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a-little-revolution · 2 years

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Photo ID: a photo of some accessibility tools including a foldable two step stool, a grey step stool with a white foldable one stacked on top and a houseplant on top of that. On the two step stool there is a pair of metal tongs and a wooden spoon. All are in front of the book shelf in my room containing queer and disabled authors, fandom figures, art supplies, and a small rainbow flag.

Let's talk dwarfism access tools!

Living with Achondroplasia dwarfism, my days are rife with access issues as a result of my short stature and chronic pain. Like all disabled folk and spoonies, I access my world through problem solving and innovation - or in short, step stools and spatulas :) But I want to go a little deeper into the day to day tools I use for accessibility, to better share my experiences as a little person!

☆ Stools and Step Stools ☆

One major access issue for me is simply the use of standard furniture - which exists to meet the needs of abled bodied, average height people. In order to utilize furniture - whether that be counters, sinks, stoves, high tables, chairs, or cupboards - I require the addition of stools. That means that prior to any household or workplace task, I must first stand on a platform of sorts, and move said platform as the location of my tasks change (say, going from the dish washing sink to the kitchen counter and back again). Something that ableds often forget, is that existing as a disabled person means things take twice the time with twice the effort. I additionally use step stools as foot rests when sitting in chairs - as my leg joints are prone to subluxation (partial dislocation) when they dangle.

Step stools aren't a perfect solution, as I often only have access to them in my own home. (Common to popular belief, my house has never been structurally adjusted to my needs, for financial and communal reasons. Instead, I use tools that are cheap, movable and removable.) Once I'm in town or at another person's house, a lot of furniture becomes inaccessible - particularly public washrooms, hospital furniture, and bar style seating areas (existing on top of access issues surrounding the use of my rollator). At times I can bring my own fold up stool, but it's largely impractical in a lot of social settings.

☆ Tongs, Spoons, and Spatulas ☆

When stools aren't enough - such as with storage cabinets, top loading washers, or wide table tops - I then turn to kitchen tongs, wooden spoons or spatulas to grab and reach. I've personally had no luck with advertised grabbing tools, as my grip is weak and I find them too long to have good balance. In a pinch you'll often hear me whisper "I just need a really long stick..." and search around for the nearest item of resemblance. It's really all about problem solving and the occasional smashed jar of pasta sauce.

☆ Rollator/Mobility Aid ☆

Due to my medical history and the possession of the more hindering characteristics of my disability (arthritis, partial dislocations, chronic pain) I require the use of a rollator, which is an access tool that not all little people use. This limits me on rough terrain and inaccessible public spaces, but provides me with some pain relief and the freedom to better enjoy the activities in my life.

☆ Hearing Aids ☆

A lesser known fact about many types of dwarfism is that they can result in hearing loss! This is due to the bone formation in the inner ear, and the resulting proneness to ear infections. Throughout my childhood I had countless tube replacements to help prevent infections (to which I was still VERY prone), and the resulting scar tissues from those procedures has caused my hearing to steadily decline over the last 8 or so years - so I wear hearing aids :) They're an imperfect science, but allow me (along with slowly leaning ASL) to communicate with the world around me :)

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I hope this post has provided some insight on dwarfism accessibility from my perspective, and has encouraged you to think about the smaller disabled community I'm a part of :)

- Elliot (they/them)

#dwarfism #dwarfism awareness #little people #disability #accesibility #disability awareness #little person #spoonie #chronic pain #access #surgery mention

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bluegekk0 · 14 days

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you mentioned how Lurien kinda has a target on his back. does he ever worry about assasination attempts? also I know he has body guards, but could he fight in self-defence if necessary?

Yes, that is something he worries about. He's aware that if something happens to him at this point in time, the city would be left without someone fitting to lead it. Even his butler, whom he entrusted the role of the Watcher, wouldn't make for a good leader. Lurien is one of the very few bugs who remember what the city used to be like, and he has the skill needed to make that vision into reality. It will take time, but he will get there.

And he's not the only one aware of his importance. The criminals who made the city their home during the infection, seeking to exploit its vulnerabilities, absolutely see him as a threat. Ever since he took over as the leader of the city, the streets have seen an increase in guard patrols, and the mysterious deaths of their companions and work partners have left them on edge.

Whether they have the means to actually try to assassinate him is another story. There are districts they have more control over, but Lurien rarely goes there, and if he does, it's with his most skilled guards. They might still be numerous (ironically, the city returning to life offers even more opportunities for thieves and other criminals, so those seeking riches often find their way to the criminal underground), but they lack the mobilization and training, which means they can't put those numbers to good use.

There is also the aspect of the killer who does Lurien's bidding. They haven't figured out who it is yet - Grimm hunts quietly and effectively, and leaves no witnesses. Any attempt at trying to get rid of Lurien means painting a target on their back, and then it's simply a matter of time until they end up dead in a dark alley. Simply put, they are too scared to do anything drastic, and instead choose to stay hidden.

Of course, Lurien doesn't know that. His excellent vision sadly doesn't do much to help him figure out what those thugs are planning. Besides, the criminals are just one of the problems the city faces, and there are simply matters that require too much attention to investigate anything else. Grimm also refuses to do it for him, he wants to remain inconspicuous since that makes his job easier, and he also has better things to do in his own life.

All that means that he has good reasons to fear assassination attempts, he doesn't know what to expect, and that scares him. Not enough to give up on the city, far from it, that fear motivates him to gather enough strength to finally deal with the issue once the time is right. But it will be a while until he can solely focus on that, so until then, he supplies Grimm with a list of known criminal targets and has him keep them in check.

And to answer the second part of the question, yes, he is decent at fighting back. Those claws aren't just for show, and he's actually quite tall compared to an average bug. Unfortunately he possesses no special abilities, and he's not particularly good at fighting with a nail. He can, however, shoot with a ranged weapon (maybe some kind of crossbow? If that exists in their world), so he would be able to handle a distant threat. He is quite vulnerable against armored opponents though, his claws aren't sharp enough to harm them. So he definitely needs his bodyguards who are skilled in direct combat. Would he be able to defend himself if necessary? If it was a thug with a knife, then yes, I think so. But he would struggle against someone who's properly armed.

(Sorry if this is written poorly, I'm feeling a little distracted. Hope it answers your question though!)

#ask stuff #feral pk au #save #lurien #grimm

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kingofdrakon · 7 months

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The Spawn Cycle

Well, well, well, if it isn't a second minecraft lore community I can share my minecraft soul theory with. A truly joyous day. Buckle up, because this theory/headcanon has quite a lot.

Souls As one might be able to tell, souls exist in some form within the minecraft world, and seem to come in multiple parts. This would be whatever souls exist in soul sand/soul soil, and experience. I believe the former is closer related to the true soul, while the latter is literally accumulated life experience.

The Spawn Cycle In minecraft, things can spawn, or are born (which could also be considered spawning), and things die. However, when a mob dies, its soul doesn't simply fade into the void, but respawns instead. I'm not sure whether it would be possible to respawn as a new mob or not. As one can expect, this would logically apply to sapient mobs as well, such as villagers, piglins, and whatever group the player is a part of (I will call them humans for simplicity). But here is where things get interesting.

The Respawn Beds have some sort of anchoring ability on souls who use them. Wherever the bed is, that place is considered home. Humans, however, developed a special ability, the power to literally respawn in current form wherever their home is, defaulting to the world spawn. Uniquely, their experience is imprinted on their actual soul, allowing them to retain memory when they really shouldn't. This resulted in humans being able to outcompete other mobs and achieve a worldwide dominance. However, I consider this ability to be not exactly available to the whole population, as how then could the human society have fallen with none remaining? I also think it may be possible the ability could suddenly just stop working after a while, resulting in a permanent death eventually.

The Immortality Project (Mostly headcanon) As one could expect, someone would make the connection that it would be great if the entirety of humanity were truly immortal through this respawning method. Some performed an experiment in order to grant this onto the rest of the population, which succeeded horribly. As people died, they respawned wrong, their mind broken, their flesh beginning to decay, their souls corrupted. What's worse, this soul corruption was transmissible, and would overtake the entirety of the human population, save those who naturally possess the Respawning ability, as their souls were already able to do so. I think this one has something to do with the ancient cities and sculk.

The World of Undead Now, corrupted souls lurk in every place conceivable within the overworld, waiting for darkness to allow them to spawn again and spread the curse further. It is in this world where villagers live in fear, yet are capable of being cured, and piglins cannot step out of the nether without fear of zombification.

Other neat things I also theorize that the compass pointing to spawn isn't pointing to some sort of magnet, since a magnet has two poles and where would the other one be? Instead I think it points in a direction along which the respawning souls of the overworld flow, journeying to the world spawn and back out into the world to spawn again. The compass is attuned to the journey to spawn.

Lodestones have some sort of property, perhaps related to netherite, that allows them to redirect the flow of souls in a certain area, and attune the compass to that flow.

The soul corruption affects the different sapient mobs differently, with the worst affliction being on the humans, who are nearly universally corrupted and incurable. The second worse is the Piglins, who suffer in strange and unique ways, such as fire immunity (perhaps as a result of their nether adaptations) and are also incurable. The best off are the villagers, who managed to avoid the curse almost entirely, save for direct infection, and even then can be cured.

Potions and their ingredients are likely linked to souls in some way.

Beacons and nether stars are definitely connected to souls, perhaps using the flow of souls to power the effects they bestow.

The wither and wither skeletons are probably the purest form of the corruption, and the wither effect is as well.

Carved pumpkins are able to redirect the flow of souls into certain constructs, which facilitates the creation of golems

Sculk literally uses parts of the soul (experience) to fuel its growth, and those souls swirling in the shriekers and wardens have to come from somewhere.

Tangential side notes: I wish soul sand had more uses in the game. It is literally a block made, in some form, of trapped souls. Forgive me if this sounds a little "dark wizardy" and "unethical" but I want to manipulate souls to create weird and horrifying things, is that so much to ask? Maybe in a hypothetical future magic update. (Pls mojang I beg you)

I feel like I forgot things, even though this is a lot of info, lol.

#minecraft lore #minecraft #mineblr #minecraft theory #minecraft headcanon

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fox-buried-in-maple-leaves · 8 months

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The Factionless

In a heavy political climate, there are those who turn a blind eye to the governments around them. Defects, unaligned, those who simply have no hand in the game.

By no means do they bond together, in fact, the truth is, those who belong to nobody, belong only to themselves. They live a life filled with strife, war breaches the doorstep, but they still choose to step away.

Every person has their own agenda. Those whose belief lay within themselves merely avoid playing as someone else's pawn.

Fujimoto Albae Katsumi

Age: 25 (250)

Pronouns: He/Him

Birthday: September 4th

Titles: The Day of Naikama.

"A disgraced kitsune from Naikama, Katsumi finds himself often unable to remember all of the past. On the run from the Naikama Peace Agency, this ronin uses his aerokinesis and shapeshifting abilities to flit between nations."

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Age: 25 (?)

Pronouns: He/It/They

Birthday: September 4th

Titles: The Night of Naikama.

"The spirits of the dead have long existed within cultures, all with their own mythos and stories. Masuyo is no different, an adopted name and identity for the spirit who possesses Katsumi. It is Masuyo who retains Katsumi's memories of the past centuries. Albeit unable to use his magic, Masuyo is a fierce swordsman."

Laure Charlotte Plouffe

Age: 22

Pronouns: She/Her

Birthday: February 11th

Titles: The Golden Dog of Montagnes-Des-Renards.

"A matagot from France, Laure doesn't remember how long she's been gone from the land of the living. There are many traditions about the matagot, namely to bring one home to acquire wealth. But when the Baudelaire son brought her home to tend to her wounds, a lifelong bond of protection was formed instead."

Ajax Mikhailovich Nikolaev

Age: 21

Pronouns: He/Him

Birthday: July 5th

Titles: The Scourge of Sieveronia, The Last Attendant of Her Czarina.

"A once respected war general of Her Czarina's Military, Ajax has now defected from her forces. On the run while searching for what happened to his family, there are enemies around every corner. On top of a blood curse that threatens to drag him deeper into the dark."

Heiden Baldur

Age: 30 (?)

Pronouns: He/It

Birthday: November 19th

Titles: The Black Dog, The Haunt of Reistara.

"Black dogs are often regarded as sinister, lesser known is their habit for guiding those lost within the dark. Heiden hails from a home he does not know, with a set path to protect those he comes across as he attempts to regain what he lost."

Caïn Constantin

Age: 23

Pronouns: He/Him

Birthday: October 13th

Titles: Caïn the Unlucky, Eden.

"Caïn was born to Suzette and Edward Constantin on a Friday. With superstitious parents, his birth was already considered an unlucky event. Unbeknownst to Suzette, Edward's family also carried a blood curse. One passed onto Caïn that left him immensely fragile. Only somebody like him would become infected with a darkness aligned parasite. One he now seeks to rid himself of, along with his curse."

#☾*✲⋆. fates' will #༺☆༻ Amant Éternel #⋆｡°✩ Katsumi #⋆｡°✩ Masuyo #⋆｡°✩ Laure #⋆｡°✩ Ajax #⋆｡°✩ Heiden #⋆｡°✩ The Factionless #wip.

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Hi! Any Dark Matter headcanons?

OOOOOHHHHH, Friend, I have MANY.

Dark Matter is the second oldest of the Incarnations of Void, only second to Morpho Knight.

Dark Matter was created out of the hated, despair, and thirst for destruction of the Cult of Void, as they longed for revenge for being cast out and stranded far away from home by their paranoid, jealous rivals the Physicus.

Several pieces of Dark Matter were collected when it first formed, and embedded into various magical artifacts, most notably the Master Crown.

Dark Matter, as a cloud, is One Entity. It operates as one consciousness and acts on one set of thoughts. However, when it subdivides and solidifies into entities like Dark Matter Drones, Swordsmen, or even Zero, it ceases being One Entity, and becomes more like a Swarm. They're compelled to work towards the goals of the Cloud, but do technically have their own thoughts, feelings, and potentially alternative goals. Once they rejoin the Cloud, all memories, experiences, and knowledge gained is incorporated back into the Cloud's consciousness.

Drones are pretty fluid in how they manifest, having a wide assortment of possible hair styles and colors, skin colors, and number of eyes. Swordsmen, however, are much more limited in their form, at least until Dark Matter is redeemed.

Unless Zero or Dark Nebula is within close proximity to them, Drones and Swordsmen are able to act in ways counter to the Cloud's goals. Some have even broken away entirely, forming their own identities and separated completely from the Cloud. This has only happened a few times, notably in beings like Gooey and Krako, a Drone and Swordsman respectively.

Drones are far more likely to break away than Swordsmen. For this reason, Drones are almost never sent anywhere by themselves. The Cloud will often send packs of Drones to any given location as a scouting party, so they keep each other in check, while Swordsmen can go on solo missions.

All Dark Matter entities are capable of possession and channeling of innate magic, but some are better at it than others. Drones, for example, are easy to spot when hiding within a body, but can channel and wield any innate magic of their host with ease. Swordsmen are better at hiding, but not as good at magic, so they resort to body modification, or rejecting the host to fight outright. Nebula cannot hide, but is able to wield her own magic into powerful attacks from safely within the host.

A Host might be conscious or unconscious during an infection from Dark Matter. Each entity has the option to simply hide in the body like a parasite or exert their own will over the host's to directly puppet them. Infected but not controlled hosts might still act strangely compared to their normal routines or behaviors.

None of Dark Matter need to eat, drink, or sleep. Although, after redemption, many partake anyway for the fun and pleasure of it.

Zero does not believe that Dark Matter is an evil force. As the Incarnation of Despair, they are all prone to a melancholic disposition, and often feed into each other's misery. So, Zero smothers their own emotions to not feel despair and sadness, they strive to be free of feelings. They think this is what consciousness is for everything: Misery, or Numbness. So, their goal is to purge feeling from the Universe, so that no one is subject to the Misery, and can instead enjoy the Hive's numbness as one Universe Wide family.

Kirby is what makes them finally start to question their own motives and experiences. Zero LOATHS Kirby and resents their own creation and circumstances. Why was their Hive denied the simple joys that seem to come so easily to this pink child? Why was their only options Misery or Numbness? Was that ALL they were meant for?

It's in the midst of this existential crisis that Zero attempts to Create for the first time, using knowledge from Dark Nebula's elemental magic, and their observations of Kirby's fighting style. The result is Miracle Matter, Kirby's counter, able to use the same copy abilities Kirby can, with the added advantage of being immune to all damage except the elemental magic they're currently wielding.

So, yeah, that's at least all the Pre-Redemption stuff I have for now, but if you're interested in more, shoot another ask!!!

#incarnations au #kirby au #kirby dark matter #void chatter #void thoughts

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demcnsinmymind · 3 months

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Ramblings about hunting and post canon stuff

Once again pretty incoherent rambling but this is just me wanting to talk about some 'hunting' ideas. My main headcanon for post canon is that Lance does get to go home as promised by Azzy when the 'deal' was made between them (it helps him/lets him get out and back home in exchange for it getting to keep him via possession). And that he gets some time to recover and deal with all the messes including the cult and the police being after him and reconciling with who's left in his life. I've talked about it before but I can't see him as a guy to just...vibe, stay home, get back to his old job or find a new one after going through all this, especially with Azzy in his mind. Sooner or later he'll become restless and feel hollow and will need to get entangled with the supernatural again.

I can't see him as a proper hunter hunting for all the right reasons. He's not a bad character, and so not as selfish as he was before canon. He's totally capable of empathy and doesn't want to hurt people for fun or in general and his moral compass is somewhat in check. BUT, I just can't see him as the type of hunter to go hunt supernatural stuff for the sake of others. It's a good bonus for him, but he'll mainly do some of it just to get straight up revenge and work out some things because there's so much hatred for monsters in him. Can't see him doing it fulltime either, but he'll mingle with it from time to time. After all, the equipment they used on the show were genuine and he's done his fair share of occult research already pre-canon.

Either way, some fun bits:

some standard equipment simply won't work for him. EMF, spirit boxes and what not - total shitshow because Azzy ovbiously and majorly fucks the equipment up and, well, it's always there, so...

exorcisms and the likes are totally 'fine' since they have no effect on Azzy since that one couldn't give less of a fuck about xianty and any other human religion

but let me tell u about how 'exorcisms' work in their department - Azzy will straight up eat a freaking demon whole. Like, straight up vacuum cleaner that thing out of a person. no banishing a demon back to hell or whatever, nope. straight up eaten

same goes for any other supernatural source/power, honestly. poltergeist, run at the mill ghost, you name it, straight up fucking lunched away, gone forever, problem solved. and that's all fine with the boy tbh

Azzy'll try it's best to be a hardcore adblocker regarding supe attacks, and it's damn good at it, making the boy immune against other possessions and the likes, BUT, technically the boy totally can get infected with supe viruses like vampirism and the likes, and sooner or later, Azzy might actively try to get him infected with that type to give it more power and make him immortal for it

sad as it makes me, I somehow don't think Lance'll take much pitty in other possessed people. Demons are a major trigger, and thus, wanting to kill them/hurt the/give them payback might just outweight his empathy and care in that department, aka he won't shy away from hurting other possessed folks, if he has to. He kinda is a bit of a privileged dickhead in that department, because he's thinking that if he can handle possession and fight back, so can they if they wanted to

#headcanons #hc : supernatural #hc : aza/thoth #hc : habits #hc : psyche #hc : likes

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ordon-shield · 1 year

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Malice Infection AU

“Why—,” he was cut off by a cough, “— why am I here?”

“I asked that question myself,” the blademaster responded, “but the scout who brought you in brought up a good argument… after all, Lord Ganon himself has marked you.”

Link flinched back, but the blademaster just chuckled at the fear on his face, unsheathing his blade and tilting it into the light just so, so that Link could see the reflection of his own face staring back at him, his right eye unrecognisable. While his left was the familiar blue he’d known all his life, all of it that he could remember at least, the right burned with hatred like a flame, the darkened sclera surrounding the familiar slit of an eye of malice, like he’d seen all across Hyrule.

Light Without Shadow AU

Before anything more could happen, she heard the sound of water from behind her, as the light spirit, Lanayru, rose up from the waters, light piercing through the veil of shadows that had fallen upon the area without her even realising. Falling back in what seemed to be pain at the light, the shadows surrounding the dark figure fell away, leaving what looked like a young Hylian man, his clothes familiar as those worn by the people of Ordon.

Lowering her sword, Zelda stepped closer. She couldn’t have imagined what it would have been like, to be captured from his home and possessed by the shadows, forced to fight… she almost didn’t react in time when his sword came up, almost separating her head from her body, if it weren’t for her quick reflexes. Looking down at his face, she saw eyes looking up at her, filled with a mix of fear, anger… and betrayal.

Debut Age AU

“Is the kid alright?”

Journey nodded, the young boy held tightly to his chest, breathing softly in his sleep.

“As long as I don’t move too much he should be fine.”

Fierce frowned down at the sleeping child.

“He’s so young… maybe seven or eight? But look at those scars.” He winced.

“And I thought Wings being only twelve during his adventure was bad enough.”

Villain Infiltration AU

Being pulled out of his own time and Hyrule by a mysterious portal just a few days after defeating Calamity Ganon was not Link’s idea of a fun time. Unfortunately he had to deal with it anyway. Luckily he wasn’t alone— shortly after finding himself dumped in some woods, he’d run into a Gerudo man (that was still odd to say even knowing they showed up rarely) by the name of Ganondorf. The name was a bit off-putting but he didn’t want to judge him based on it. After all, according to his Slate and what Ganondorf said about the Hyrule he came from, both of them were outside their times. Ganondorf could have simply come from a time before Ganon existed, like the heroes of old. They were getting along quite well (apparently the King of Hyrule in his time was just as frustrating as the one from Ganondorf’s time) when they’d run into Vaati. He was certainly… something. He reminded Link strongly of Revali, complete with a talent for wind magic. It didn’t take long for Link to convince him to help him with harnessing Revali’s Gale more effectively with some well placed compliments. Ganondorf chose to stay out of it, claiming he was content with his proficiency in the traditional lightning magic of the Gerudo. It wasn’t until they were just out of the woods they’d found themselves in that he saw his first familiar face— or rather mask.

“… I’m starting to suspect that the wild one might in fact, be a Hero.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, he doesn’t wear green, or a silly hat. He can’t be a hero without that. Anyway, he and Majora just burnt those moblins to death together yesterday!”

Ganondorf Roadtrip AU

Finally crawling out of a hole in the ground, Ganondorf stood up to his full skeletal height and stretched. His joints cracked and ached, but it felt good after spending over 10,000 years in the exact same position. Looking around the landscape he frowned at the giant mechanical animals he could see from the cave he’d made his way out of near Hyrule Castle (which was nicely ruined). So he hadn’t just been dreaming about destroying Hyrule with extreme prejudice after all. The Royal family really had managed to get their hands on giant laser-shooting robots. That could be a problem. He shrugged to himself. He could worry about it later, for once he wasn’t here to destroy Hyrule, but rather to take a break.

Majora’s Mask/Outer Wilds

The Hatchling was not dead, which was rather unexpected. When they’d taken their leap into the Eye of the Universe, the time loop ended once and for all, they’d never expected to make it out the other side, but here they were. Looking around, they found themself on a strange green planet with a blue sky and plant life under their boots, that felt similar to the Eye in some odd way. They were still wearing their spacesuit, but a quick check confirmed that they were out of fuel, and the gravity on this unfamiliar planet felt too strong to try using the oxygen reserves instead. In the distance, they spotted a tree growing in the distance, on a small hill. They felt relieved at the sight— they wouldn’t have to worry about oxygen with a tree around.

courage to seek power

Coming from the forest, he was no stranger to getting leaves (along with a fair amount of other things) accidentally stuck in his hair, but this was no forest, and the leaf was from no plant he recognised, not with the odd two-branched spiral of its veins. Thinking back on his journey, trying to remember the last time he’d been close enough to a tree or bush for it to get caught, he realised he had seen a leaf like it before. He’d stopped for the night in Kakariko on his way from Ordon, and one of the kids had plucked a leaf from his hair and they’d laughed about it, joking about him turning into a tree…

Carefully, he combed his hand through his hair again, searching for any other. Finding one, he tried to pick it out only for it to stay firmly within his hair. A feeling he couldn’t quite describe rising in his chest, he gave it a stronger tug. With a small jolt of pain in his scalp, the leaf came loose, lying in his hand like it had just fallen off a branch, rather than being pulled from his skin.

#legend of zelda #loz #the legend of zelda #my writing #malice infection au #light without shadow au #villain infiltration au #ganondorf roadtrip au #debut age au

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knightofgreatrenown · 5 months

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I have two questions in one for you

Has anything strange been happening around the well other than infection? Or has there been more? Also I just woke up, can I have at least some precepts before I begin some work?

All I've seen emanating from that well has been the virulent smog of Infection. Haven't seen or heard anything else. And seeing as I've no reason to descend into it again, I will continue watching it from afar, Life-Ender at the ready should anything dare surface into this town.

...And as for Precepts, I believe my response may be a bit delayed, but I shall grant this request nonetheless!

Precept Five: "Strength Beats Strength." Is your opponent strong? No matter! Simply overcome their strength with even more strength, and they'll soon be defeated.

Precept Nine: "Keep Your Home Tidy." Your home is where you keep your most prized possession - yourself. Therefore, you should make an effort to keep it nice and clean.

Precept Sixteen: "Don't Hesitate." Once you've made a decision, carry it out and don't look back. You'll achieve much more this way.

Precept Thirty-Seven: "Borrow, But Do Not Lend." If you lend and are repayed, you gain nothing. If you borrow but do not repay, you gain everything.

#prattling on #[[ooc: use these precepts like a horoscope. let them decide ur actions throughout the day. /J /J]]

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twst-drabbles · 2 years

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Heartslabyul Index

Riddle Rosehearts

(House Pet AU) Summary: It’ll take a while to get used to the morning sun. But that fine. You’re not alone.

Summary: You missed a housewarden meeting. Riddle had to confront you about that.

(Eldritch AU) Summary: Riddle catches you digging in the Heartslabyul Rose Gardens.

(House Pet AU) Summary: You’ve recently come home with a jar filled with candied roses, as they were on sale. You wake up from a nap with the top unscrewed and some of them missing.

(House Pet AU) Summary: You were going around the garden, putting the newly delivered furniture in it’s proper place with Mr. Crowley’s help when he pointed out the closed rose was pointed at you.

(Sanctuary AU) Summary: There is a land of corpses you must traverse through before you can get to the Roseling in the center of it all. Even as these rose headed puppets shuffle and dance about, you’ll walk ever onward.

(Valkyrie AU) Summary: Riddle finds you sitting on a fountain, simply blending with the scenery after he delivers sweets to the houses nearby. Despite his own grievances, Riddle takes a coin to toss into the fountain. He wishes to know your name, you who appears so often in his dreams.

(House Pet AU) Summary: A tiny little Roseling has been slowly decorating the chair you like to sit in in the morning. He thinks he’s being sneaky about it, but you’ll let him continue to think that you don’t know. Though that doesn’t mean you won’t have your fun.

Summary: You and Riddle wash the hedgehogs after you found them soaking in mud.

(House Pet Au) Summary: Today, you felt like making a pie. A small pie, cause bigger pies need too much energy to make. The little roseling was more than happy to help out in what ways he can.

(Sanctuary AU) Summary: It’s been building. It was going to come out sooner or later. You really should’ve done a better job keeping yourself in check. This was supposed to be a quiet bonding moment with Riddle, you clipping off the black thorns and him letting the quiet seep in. This space of time was not yours. But here you are, infecting it with your own guilt.

(Yandere) Summary: Riddle is not above begging. His mother would call him a number of things for this, for daring to besmirch his family name and the pride she cultivated in him. But what else can he do?

(Janitor AU) Summary: With your dorm spick and span, for now, your boss Dire Crowley decided to have you temporarily move into the Heartslabyul dorm to clean. You’re kinda irritated at the workload but at least you’re being paid. Unfortunately, it seems you ticked off the housewarden, Riddle Rosehearts.

Summary: You are practicing how to waltz with Riddle as your tutor.

(House Pet AU) Summary: Riddle has taken to making little creatures for the garden. One of them being the hedgehogs he’s spotted at one point.

(House Pet AU) Summary: Now the time comes for Riddle to hibernate. For whatever reason, the Roseling made it a habit to sleep last.

(House Pet AU) Summary: When the Roseling gets angry with his fellow nymphs, he goes to you to cool off while the others attempt to make things right.

Trey Clover

(Valkyrie AU) Summary: A deserter fights one final time against the army he used to serve as they pillage the village he hid in. He does not seek victory.

(House Pet AU) Summary: Little Clover Trey has taken an interest in your teeth. Weird little plant nymph.

(Eldritch AU) Summary: Trey doesn’t know what he’s done, but if he wants a chance at your mercy, he will have to eat this perfectly normal desert you’ve made with him in its entirety.

Cater Diamond

(House Pet AU) Summary: When the day’s too hot and you really don’t feel like going outside, you like to be on your phone. Cater had taken to joining you on your phone viewing journeys.

(House Pet AU) Summary: Your phone went missing in the small time you were away. After a near frantic search, you found it in the backyard, propped against a rock, in the possession of the little Cater as he took pictures of his newest sprouts.

(House Pet AU) Summary: His leg was growing back in nice and healthy. It’s a funny little leg at the moment and Cater seems to be milking your attention for all that it’s worth.

(Eldritch AU) Summary: An age filter made Cater a little more sentimental than he realized.

Ace Trappola

Screenplay: You’re dragging him back to your dorm, as he made a mess of it without cleaning it up.

(Yandere) Summary: How irritating it was for Ace to see how close Deuce is getting to you.

(Yandere) Summary: Where do you get the money to buy more gloves? Ace has been hiding them, hoping that he can brush his hand against yours and pretend it’s an accident, but you keep getting more gloves.

(Yandere) Summary: Ace played his heart out and got the victory he so wanted, right in front of your eyes. A perfect opportunity to get a hug without you suspecting him harboring feelings.

Deuce Spade

Summary: Just a regular hangout with Deuce, with chalk and an empty wall.

(House Pet AU) Summary: Plant nymph Deuce meets little quail chicks for the first time.

(Eldritch AU) Summary: Deuce doesn’t like walking down the path to Sam’s Shop alone. While you’re more than a little weird, he at least knows that you don’t have bad intentions. He thinks.

Ace, Deuce, Epel, Jack, Ortho and Sebek

Summary: Seems everyone in this group had a best friend, or at least a peer to look at when Grim’s doing his funny antics.

(House Pet AU) Summary: You take the youngest pets to the flea market with the intention of taking them to this one bakery you liked to go to when you were younger.

(House Pet AU) Summary: The little ones wants to go trick-or-treating and you obliged. Turns out the neighborhood was ready with treats just for their size. Huh.

Jamil, Leona, Riddle and Vil

(Sanctuary AU) Summary: A simple hiking trip up the river with four of the familiars. You’re all resting and you’re drifting into a nap.

Ace, Crowley and Riddle

(House Pet AU) Summary: You found Crowley passed out in your backyard without any pants and a wine bottle in hand. Ace and Riddle poke and inspect his prone body.

Ace, Deuce and Jack

(House Pet AU) Summary: Jack meets the little plant nymphs Ace and Deuce for the first time. He is not impressed with them.

Ace, Deuce, and Jamil

(House Pet AU) Summary: You were relaxing in the garden with Jamil sunbathing on your shoulder when a bug landed on his tail. A large jade green beetle.

Ace, Deuce, and Rook

Summary: Ace and Deuce spot you hugging Rook. Are you two dating?

Jamil, Riddle and Vil

(House Pet AU) Summary: In which you take a drink that makes your memories all muddled. Crowley is livid and you are confused and wary, to say the least. These three pets are, uh, acting weird. Little too close to your liking even though you know you only had them for a week.

Ace and Deuce

Summary: Takes place after the battle against an Overblotted Riddle, of which you were poisoned with blot as a result of having no natural magic system to filter it out.

(Eldritch AU) Summary: It seems that magic has a hard time applying to your body. Ace and Deuce are subsequently traumatized.

(Yandere) Summary: Falling back onto old, bullying habits has torn a chunk out of both their minds when they find out you were disgusted with them. Ace and Deuce camp outside your dorm, sneaking in food, hoping you’ll allow them to be in your presence once more.

(Eldritch AU) Summary: Ace decides to experiment a little when Deuce mentioned the sheer comfort of being embraced by your unique form.

(House Pet AU) Summary: Ace and Deuce got their prized paper airplane stuck on the roof of your home. Well, Ace did actually. You tried to get it, but the ladder was too old to properly support your weight.

(House Pet AU) Summary: Every so often, the little plant nymphs, sans Riddle, will get rid of their current bodies and sprout out a new one from the various seeds they’ve produced. This time, it was Ace and Deuce’s turn.

Ace and Divus

(Janitor AU) Summary: While Ace wasn’t one to give rumors any mind, said rumors pertain to the Janitor and Professor Crewel being in a relationship and that changes everything. Of course he’d keep his eyes on them during class. If it’s true, then that’s just too juicy to ignore.

Ace and Jamil

(Sanctuary AU) Summary: While Jamil loves his little spot in paradise, he often find himself going through the mirror right back to your main home and not the copy left in his land. You and Kalim were napping. Ace, the little nymph, was trying to make Kalim sneeze awake.

(House Pet AU)Summary: You bought a mini basketball toy set for Ace to play around with and Jamil has taken to the game as well. Unfortunately Jamil has a length advantage that he loves to lord over Ace.

He. Sa. Oc. Sc.

(House Pet AU) Summary: Things happened and now you’re recovering from some ingested poison from a day out with Kalim. You’re recovering, Kalim is under house lock down, but it’ll take quite a bit until you’re back to your usual low levels of energy.

Heartslabyul and Octavinelle

(House Pet AU) Summary: Your house is filled with hot air. While waiting for the AC to fix that, you decided to take the seafolk out into the newly made pond.

Heartslabyul and Ignihyde

(House Pet AU) Summary: The aftermath of the storm. Naturally, you would get help from the pets that live in the garden.

Heartslabyul and Diasomnia

(House Pet AU) Summary: Usually Riddle and the rest of his buddies are sunbathing at this time, but instead, they’re all hidden beneath the roots, huddled against one another. Turns out Malleus, Lilia and Sebek were all here.

Heartslabyul and RSA

(House Pet AU) Summary: When Grim isn’t napping on your fence, you can find Che'nya taking his place. Not napping, but watching, and doing little things here and there for the plant nymphs.

Heartslabyul

(House Pet AU) Summary: Make no mistake, just because you treat the pets in your house with frightening casualness didn’t mean that they weren’t worth anything. They’re expensive and highly sought after creatures. Naturally, it attracts the attention of people who want to make a sum of money.

(House Pet AU) Summary: You have enough energy to pull up your sleeves and bake some tea cakes. You always see the plant nymphs doing their own version of a tea party, so you thought to might as well contribute to it.

(House Pet AU) Summary: Your alarm wakes you. You get up and tend to the horridly sick Trey and Cater.

(House Pet AU) Summary: The seeds at Sam’s shop were on sale. You figured that would be a fun time for the plant nymphs, so you took them there. Let’s hope they don’t go over the budget.

(House Pet AU) Summary: Since Leona is back with Falena, you call to your plant nymphs when the night comes. You like the way they walk into your room as they go to your bed.

(House Pet AU) Summary: While you didn’t go out trick-or-treating like Crowley wanted to, you did get a bucket full of candy. A little too much candy. You decided to throw some of the excess to the plant nymphs.

(House Pet AU) Summary: The plant nymphs always finish eating before you do. So, you watch them skitter about as you continue munching. Fast little walkers, all of them are. It’s nice to hear their little feet on the table.

#index

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v-hub-v · 11 months

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Let’s talk about Remnant!

What is it? What does it do? Can those afflicted be recovered, and who are those afflicted?

Remnant is simply, scarily enough, Ectoplasm. A sheet of material between the living and the dead. In short, it’s only the first layer of what other ghastly delights live outside of our world.

Once it seeps into the living world, into the living, it begins functioning as it normally does. In it’s usual place, it’s very innocent! It’s only job is to act as ghostly drywall, and stay strong/built. On the flip side, however, it has no natural way of doing this. It’s main goal is to build upon itself. To manifest into larger amounts, which is why those affected can so easily drain Remnant from the living- because they already have the means of accumulating it. To be sickened by Remnant, is to be low-tier possessed. It brings your intrusive and invasive thoughts to the foreground and makes them seem more rational, and violent. You begin to act like the Remnant, the thought process, even if you have your own motives, is to create more Remnant.

Also. Remnant is like a germ, in a way. Like, if an individual were to have an excessive amount of Remnant, that ghostly air lingers and can seep into items, materials, even people, effectively giving them Remnant in response. The holder (or user-) can also use it to manifest just about anything. Such as... Creating a new, organic body. Bringing inanimates to life. Anything you desperately, desperately want, if you have the means, you can brew it up- but hardly anyone has experimented that deep, if at all.

Can those afflicted be recovered, and who are they? Most documented is William, who dished up the name “Remnant” to begin with. He wasn’t entirely gone when he got infected, but as we saw, he eventually spiraled into a monster of himself. NOT saying he isn’t to blame for his actions, I am NOT implying he’s not the villain- but I AM saying he’s a sub-villain. An evil-doer in his own little corner of the world guided, not controlled, by the same thing many others are- ghastly delights and delusions. Can they, he, be recovered? Let’s get into that...

William carries an excessive amount of Remnant. Imagine a jar that’s holding too much Jello, it’s just spewing out of the top. It IS possible to drain Remnant upon consumption, but draining all of it is impossible. Both Michael and Henry have successfully kept themselves in the “safe zone” while dismissing its loud, influential ideas. Ridding yourself of Remnant involves transferring it to another being. It can be anything- but be warned, if it has an identifiable face, it can become one with the living. (See Henry and his pal Lefty.)

But it’s not just brewing in Afton-Robotics little world- William wasn’t the only one being consumed by the ghost-goop. Dear ol’ Waygetter Electronics and it’s own host was damaged just the same. Not at all on the level of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, but by creating toys, it only brought Remnant into their victims homes. And, again, this is just the surface layer of what lives in that hellish land. Places like the Murkoff Corporation know of what actually, really lives down there, and men like Miles Upshur are stuck with them.

Long, long, LONG story short: Having a mountain of Remnant removed from your system is like being hit by a train with post-violent-nut-clarity. Thx.

#Muse Notes #Notes #Remnant Notes #FNAF Notes

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jollyhaunt · 2 years

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headcanon: ford had a skin picking problem as a kid due to the constant bullying that was the cause of the scabs + anxiety issues.

(tw // skin picking, blood mention)

his hands and arms are dotted with scab scars, ranging from pale white to a rusted brown. it's worse around his knuckles bc of his hands being the target of physical harm. got a cluster of them around his bicep bc of anxious scratching; lots around his neck and lower back from his nervous habit of placing his hands there (stan would try his best to stop him: placing a hand over the spots and rubbing there to replace the harming sensation w/ smth soothing; grabbing ford's hand whenever—things that filbrick doesn't understand as he just simply snaps at ford 'to quit it' but it's easier said than done. stan gets that. he knows that feeling very well).

the habit started to dwindle once he got to university. however, there was always the occasional scab that he'd scratch until the skin is a pale, white-pink that'd sting for hours. fiddleford would place bandages over the spots in hopes it'd stop him (sometimes it did, sometimes it didn't), occupying ford's hands with something to focus on, stuff that stan did—stuff that used to bring so much comfort now a bitter reminder of what was once was. the stress to be the best was a blessing and a curse: his hands were always so busy flipping pages or jotting things down that it served as a good distraction from the picking.

it got better post-university and when he moved to gravity falls. at that point he'd just rub the scars, gently run his nails over the raised skin to mimic the sensation he had sought comfort in.

it all went to shit after bill's betrayal: constant scratching, finding new stretches of skin unmarked by bill to dig his nails into until the skin gave away and scabs blanket the puckered flesh in the morning. picking at old scabs, creating new ones where bill couldn't reach whenever he was in possession (he's at the point of picking at his hair by then, relishing in the scabs that mar his scalp). to remind himself he is in his body, he is in his current reality and the pain that he's feeling is by his own will.

bill knows of his scab-picking and uses it against him. digging deep into ford's flesh to the point that it's painful to even twitch that spot, but the itch to pick—to rip away that healing flesh to feel the warmth the pain brings—seems to overpower each time. maybe bill even heals all his scabs, leaving ford to curl into a ball and scratch at his skin bc the urge to pickpickpick becomes stronger each time; and every time ford managed to break skin, bill would heal it just like that and leave ford with sour dissatisfaction.

his portal adventures don't help at all with the habit. constantly on the run, anxious and soso tired, wondering where his last stop would be. resisting the urge to pick bc what if they get infected in some dimension that he isn't medically equipped for? he wears layers and layers of clothes, not just bc he's a fugitive—a very recognizable one at that, but to finally stop. "can't waste anymore bandages on something so trivial and stupid". still, he rubs furiously over his clothes, even covers up his hands to prevent himself from picking at his neck and scalp. as the years go on, the habit has become a near distant memory. thirty-years crawl by and at that point it's subconscious—a hand flitting over his nape, hands clenched behind his back but a finger always brushing the clothed skin, never once breaking through.

when he's back home, he's unsure of what to do with himself. there's no immediate threat, no need to be so on alert, but. he still wears layers of clothes to stop himself from picking (and to hide the various scars that scatter across his person: ranging from deep, claw incisions, to chemical burns across his flesh). at some points since his return he even wears gloves. he hasn't been in this dimension in thirty-years, he's so out of place and left behind in the past that he's not quite sure where he is in this world.

(one night after a fretful nightmare with too much blood and bright, flashing yellows, he finds himself in the cool summer air, coat balled in his fists with his sleeves rolled up, the urge to pick so tempting he can picture the relief of finally peeling away broken skin. he hears a creak behind him and so he whips around, a hand already clutching his gun. it's mabel. he doesn't relax, not quite, still too in the nightmare that is not just a conjured imagination but a broken memory, but still strains a polite smile at his great niece. her eyes immediately zero in on the anxious twitch of his fingers, the scars that wrap around his arms and hands, and simply sits next to him. she doesn't pry too much into the origins of the raised tissue. in fact, she's a comforting distraction as she raves about her summer, her friends, stories that he missed. she points out a scar on her knuckle that is as bright as the moonlight. she casually mentions she would pick at it for sometime after the incident, and that dipper had noticed and did his best to stop that habit. she subtly reveals that she too had/has a skin picking problem. how in dire situations she'd find herself scratching her knuckles until it bled, and even after the event had passed, she would peel the healing flesh and watch beads of blood rise. ford asks her how'd she cope [and how did she know but he notices that she's flickering her gaze to the abundance of rounded scar tissue around his wrist and knuckles, and bites his tongue] and she replies that she knitted gloves, and had dipper be a constant lookout. that's when she brightens up and says she can make ford some too. and of course he agrees, says that'd be a wonderful idea and he'd love for some mabel-designers in his wardrobe. they sit there, comforted in the fact that they're not as different as they thought. [not as alone as he feels].

the next morning, ford finds a box filled with knitted gloves of different materials: glitter, flashing-lights [he makes sure that it would not combust], googly eyes, even one that is based on is journals. he wears that one the most. [and if any of the others notice, they never show it, although dipper taps on his arm once or twice when he found himself with a hand digging into his nape]).

post-weirdmageddon, he relents. doesn't help that he's still healing from his time in the fear-amid. they're all still healing. he goes to wear his ragged gloves and keeps his hands away from his body, only letting his hands free once he's alone, and concedes to the itch. doesn't tell anyone of it, they already got enough problems on their hands, him picking broken skin from under his nails shouldn't be on their minds (doesn't deserve their sympathy anyways bc who is the reason that bill had came back in the first place? oh right). on an afternoon he finds mabel in the kitchen rubbing her hands on her skirt, a frantic look to her face, and ford knows what it means. he holds her hands and reassures her that bill is gone, she's safe, you are a child, it's okay it's okay. he rubs over the picked skin until she's finally calm, and that's when she throws herself into his arms, pressing her hands against his chest to prevent herself from scratching further. "how do you do it, grunkle ford?" he hesitates before replying: "i have my off days as well", not wanting to reveal too much that he had submitted to the urge. mabel looks up at him, still so small, a child that had seen things no child should ever witness, and says "we can help you too, you know that, right?" and before he could reply of course, but i've already caused this family enough grief, is it really alright for me to allow myself to bear my problems onto all of you? a voice from the doorway beats him to it. "your grunkle is a stubborn idiot, pulling out a tooth would be easier than getting him to talk about his problems". stan enters, concern so clear in his eyes—concern for mabel and ford. he sees that mabel has her hands splayed in front of her, nails red and fingers shaking, and pieces it all together. "where's your gloves, pumpkin?" "in the living room" and then stan turns to ford and frowns "and you?". ford frowns as well, heart thumping behind his teeth, "on me of course". "keep 'em on, i'll get yours" and stan leaves to fetch mabel's.

moments later he enters again and tosses mabel a pair of striped, fuzzy gloves. he goes to the cupboards, pulling out ingredients they had gotten from the townsfolk days earlier. "you want to make your mabel-juice for my stan-cakes?" he calls over his shoulder. mabel leaps out of ford's arms, already buzzed to concoct her signature drink, and rummages through the fridge. ford takes that as his cue to leave them to it, but stan says "you're not getting away that easy" and pulls ford to his side. he shoves a spatula in his hands and assigns ford to stirring duty. ford's apprehensive at first, but it clicks—this is stan trying to distract them, and he can't help but allow the warmth the realization brings to spread across his chest. stan sits down, telling ford what to do, though with some arguments bc "what do you mean i have to add hair, stanley?", and soon the table is covered in plates of stan(and ford)cakes, and cups of mabel juice.

dipper comes in moments later with soos and wendy in tow, and the kitchen is filled with laughter and light and so much love and care. ford falls into the background to watch as dipper rub mabel's glove covered knuckles, concern in his eyes as intense as stan's, and mabel just beams, bringing him into a noogie.

later on when the kids are asleep and he's about to head to his room for a restless night of fretful picking and bloodied nightmares, stan stops him. "mabel is right, you know—we can help you too". ford nods, "yes, i know" and he does, he really does, but... but it's hard to not be alone. stan studies him, and ford is taken back to when they were kids and sequestered in their tent with stan wrapping their wool blanket around his scab-picked-hands. he had looked at him the same way then, with the same amount of care and love. "these are special hands, sixer—ya gotta watch out for them, but if you can't, then i'll do it for you."

"remember when you said you'll look out for my hands if i couldn't?" ford starts, bringing a gloved hand to the light.

stan shifts. "not really, to be honest, but that doesn't sound far fetched."

"as kids, you looked out for them," ford says, a sad smile to his words at the memories that he knows the most out of the two of them. "and i never did thank you enough. even now, you continue to look out for them, and just... thank you, stanley. for everything."

stan freezes, caught off guard about the sudden sentiments. he clears his throat, "yeah well—someone has to, right?"

and ford nods, and stan smiles (looking so young, looking as if he didn't spend thirty-years wondering if his brother has alive or not), and they depart for the night.

the same wool blanket from their youth smothers the urge, and he finds that the moonlight had banished his nightmares just as it did that night with mabel's bare scars.

the itch still comes back to haunt him, but he finds that every time his hands would wander over his knuckles, scalp, or neck, hands of varying sizes would pull him back out and quell the urge as if a gentle touch alone would heal it all together.

many times, it did.

#tw self harm #cw skin picking #cw scalp picking #cw scab picking #this is a lot of self projection #became longer than i meant it to be oops #gravity falls #ford pines #stanford pines

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