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2023.02.02 22:46 IvorFreyrsson English Magic Volume 2, Ch. 3

I stood there, staring at the quivering daggers Loki had nonchalantly buried to their hilts in the stone table. I thought for a moment, then Shaped a pair of thin sheaths for them out of the stone. I figured they would be perfect, as these blades were likely sharper than my own hunting knife, and thus more deadly. I added loops to attach the sheaths to a belt, then added a further Fortress enchantment to the sheaths. I left them on the table, and looked around. This room would do as well as any other for my workshop.
I walked outside, and found a bare patch of wall, and Shaped a window in it, letting the waste stone pile up in rounded balls on the inside. The new window was about waist high on me, and spanned almost a yard in either direction. It would be perfect.
I walked back in, and Shaped a set of sconces with shades from the ceiling, intending to fit Light stones in them. They weren’t fancy, but they would do the job well. I made them low enough that I could cap them without much trouble, and set about making some bright Light stones to go in them.
Once completed and placed, the room was much brighter, and I could see that it was, indeed, a workspace. There were low benches and tables along the walls, as well as a working bathroom with a tub. Someone had obviously used this within recent memory, as there was still some cloth and decent leather in the corner. There were also leatherworking tools as well as a loom and stitching area. This would work just fine. I could use this room for most, if not all, my future work.
I picked up one of the waste stones, a rounded ball about the size of a tennis ball, and Shaped it into a cylinder, with one end designed to hold another waste stone, and an attached cap for the same. Picking up another, I created a strong blacklight, and Fused it into the holder. I placed the cap on it, and nodded. I now had a rudimentary blacklight flashlight.
Walking outside, I uncapped the light, and swung it around the cavern walls, trying to find a seam of some reactive minerals. I searched for a good ten minutes until I found a large seam a couple hundred yards further down in the gloom. I Shaped a small block of it out of the floor, and filled it in with some scattered stone, then returned to my workshop.
Setting the block of stone down on a bench, I got to work making the first of many holders that would go in the Haarthuu’s homes. I made three before I realized that in order for this to work, I would have to go into every home in Haruma to install them. I sat back in my chair, contemplating this fact. Eventually, I gave up thinking about it, as my stomach began to complain about being empty.
I pulled the crock from my bag, Duplicated it, and set the original back in. I opened the copy, and inhaled the wonderful aroma of breakfast. I Shaped a spork out of the wall, and set to eating my meal with gusto.
It needed a little more salt and the bacon was overdone a tad, but it was, all in all, quite delicious and filling. I finished my meal, and set the crock and spork aside, filled with energy for the next step.
Rethinking my entire idea. It made little sense for me to install a blacklight in every person’s home, as most of their time would be spent out and about in the city. I could simply make one massive blacklight, and set it high up in the cavern’s ceiling. Or, I could make basically streetlights with a lightstone and low-level blacklights in it. I should ask the Elder.
I left my workshop, and jogged off to find him. I popped my head back into the kitchens, and asked if Gon-rash had seen him.
“No, I’ve not seen him since he dropped you off this morning. By the way, I feel fine. The gravy doesn’t seem to have had any ill effects on me. Can I have the recipe?” he asked hopefully.
“Sure. Let me confer with the Elder first, and I’ll see about getting you the recipe,” I agreed.
Gon-rash nodded appreciatively, and turned back to his work. I left the kitchens, and headed back home, hoping to quiz Talah-ma’at about him.
When I returned, the doors were open, and I heard three laughing children playing with Elizabet and their mom.
“Hey guys. How is everything?”
“Mr. Ivor!” called three little voices, and I was immediately beset with three little boys who insisted on jumping onto me and latching on.
“Well, hello to you too! I hope you’re all being good.”
“We are, Mr. Ivor. Mommy and Miss Elizabet are having fun playing with us,” said Ahte-naah.
“Is that so?” I asked, looking at the two women in question.
“Yes, Ivor. It is true. Elizabet and I are having quite a good time playing with the boys. Your friend, Mr. Blainaut even came by to teach them and us a few things,” Talah-ma’at replied, coming over and plucking Ahte-ukum off my hip. “Come now, boys. I think Mr. Ivor would like to sit down.”
The other two boys dropped off me and scurried away. I came in and hugged Elizabet, giving her a soft kiss.
“I actually came to see you, Talah-ma’at,” I said, smiling at the shorter woman. “I need to find the Elder, and he has disappeared on me. I have some concerns about the new lights. Mostly, I don’t think it wise of me to go to every home and install them. It would use far too much of my energy. I have a couple of ideas, but I need to run them by him first.” She straightened with pride saying, “Of course! I can take you to where he likely is. He is a creature of habit, and I’ve come to know most of his habits. Let’s go.” She turned to the boys, and leaned over, her hands on her knees saying, “Now you three be good for Miss Elizabet, okay?”
I smiled at Elizabet, who was grinning ear to ear. “I’ll be back no later than dinner, Love.”
“Okay. We will see you then. Love you,” she said, giving me a small kiss.
“Love you too.” I turned and motioned for Talah-ma’at to lead the way.
We walked slowly towards the center of Haruma, talking amiably about the boys and life in the city.
“I still want Ahte-tan to become a hunter. He has the best mind for it, and looks to be following in the ash pile’s footsteps as far as size goes,” the smaller woman said.
“You really didn’t care overmuch for Talah-ahte, did you?” I asked.
“Not after his eyes turned,” she said. “After that, the Haarthuu sent him away to learn to control his fire. Since we had no way to send him to the other continent, he went into the wilderness. If he failed there, the resultant explosion wouldn't hurt anyone else,” she sighed adding, “I suppose that is when he hardened towards his people. He failed to understand what his death would do to the Haarthuu had he stayed within the cavern.” She pointedly looked at me. “What you did that day saved the lives of everyone out there. Myself included. I will never be able to thank you enough for that.” She patted my arm. “Anyway, after he returned, he only used me and some other women. He didn’t seem capable of loving us. The boys, however? He adored them. All three of them. At least, I thought he did. After he returned the day the boys were taken, he was inconsolable, and spent most of his time hunting. He always returned with something for the city. Now, we know why.” She shook her head. “I am glad, at least, that he takes after his father in regards to his kindness and morality.”
“I thought you said Talah-ahte was generally a terrible person?” I asked, confused.
“Not the ash pile, Ivor. You. You are their father. You have taught them far more about being a good person than the ash pile ever could. And I couldn’t ask for a better person to be their father,” she said happily. She grabbed my arm and hugged it to her.
“I, uh. Well. I suppose I am their father now. Ha ha,” awkward doesn’t even begin to describe how I felt. I patted her arm, saying, “I really don’t know how to say this, but there is someone in Haruma that is rather besotted with you.”
“Oh?” she narrowed her eyes, “And who might that be?”
“Well, I can tell you that you’ve seen a fair bit of him recently, and that he’s rather strong, capable, and hard-working. He’s also a bit shy,” I said, hoping she would make the connection to Kiri-tuk without me saying his name.
“Oh really? Well. I hope for his sake that he knows our courtship traditions. He needs to tell my father, first, of his intentions, then three of my closest friends. If he receives a favorable response from all of them, he may then tell me. If I respond positively, we can then court.” She rounded on me, standing in front of me, pointing a finger at me. “And there are very few people in Haruma that I would consider as a mate. Remember that, Ivor.”
“Uh, yeah. I got that. Loud and clear.” I swallowed, somewhat concerned. “May we continue?”
She held my gaze for another moment, then nodded once and continued on our way, as if nothing had happened.
Presently we came to a row of homes that looked just like all the others. How she could tell the difference, I will never understand, but she knew who lived where with unerring accuracy.
“And here we are. I will see if he is here.” She knocked on the door and got no response. She moved down to the next with the same results. After trying every door in the row, she looked around, sniffing the air. “He was here an hour ago. Let’s go to the Elder’s office.” She swiftly walked off in the direction of the empty quarter of Haruma.
“Out here? This is where I’ve set up my workshop,” I remarked, confused.
“Oh? Good. You’ll be near the Elder, and you’ll know where he likes to hide,” replied the scaly woman.
She led us down some empty streets, and I struggled to walk safely due to the dark. Talah-ma’at, however, was as sure-footed as could be, deftly walking around stone and stalagmites that I would have missed, had I not had a hand on her shoulder.
“Talah-ma’at? Are you able to see in the dark?” I asked.
“Hmm? Oh, this? Yes. All Lizardfolk are able to see in dim light. Are you not able to do so?”
“Only if I use a specific spell. The last time I used it, it gave me a headache, so I’ve not used it since,” I said as I rubbed my forehead in remembrance.
“Well, you may want to find some way to get light here, then. This area stays dark until people move back in,” she said, clarifying.
“Hold on, then. I’ll make something real quick,” I said, as I reached down and picked up a couple of stones. I Shaped one into the tube and capped holder shape of my blacklight, and the other, I Shaped to fit inside. I cast a bright Light spell on the stone, set it into the holder and Fused them together. Uncapping it, I now had a flashlight with a rather powerful beam directed in front of us.
“Amazing. Had I not seen it for myself, I’d have not believed it,” she remarked.
“Hmm? Oh this? No, don’t be impressed by this. This is honestly something I’ve been meaning to do for some time. I’ll show you something later that will truly be worthy of awe,” I said.
“If you say so, Ivor. The office is just over here.” She led the way up some stone stairs that hadn’t been used much in the last few years, judging by the rock chips there.
We were standing in front of several doors, one of which had a faint glow coming from underneath the door. I capped my flashlight and slipped it into a pocket as Talah-ma’at knocked on that door, and it was opened a few moments later by the Elder.
“Talah-ma’at! And Ivor! What can I do for you two?”
“Elder,” Talah-ma’at dipped her head slightly, “Ivor has some concerns about the task he is attempting. Ivor?”
“Yes. You see…” I explained my concerns to the Elder regarding the lights, as well as my two leading ideas for placing the blacklights.
“...and since I didn’t know how the Haarthuu would react to either a new massive structure over their heads or a plethora of poles that seemed to do nothing, I wanted to consult with you, first,” I concluded.
“Hmm. How bright will this light be?” he asked as he stroked his chin.
“Well, you won’t see the light. It is invisible” -I held up a hand to forestall any questions- “and I can show you what you might see. Just a moment.” I put my flashlight in my pocket and pulled out the blacklight. “Here is the blacklight. Talah-ma’at? If you would step into the darkness and close your eyes?” I asked.
Talah-ma’at shrugged and walked off down the row of doors, well outside the glow of the office. “Is this sufficient?”
“Perfect. Let me uncap this here,” I popped the cap off the blacklight and shone it in her direction.
Immediately, the beautiful patterns shone all over her body, outlining her arms, legs and hands, marking swirling patterns down her front and across her face.
The Elder gasped in surprise and stepped forward. “This is…Talah-ma’at, you are absolutely beautiful. I had no idea those patterns existed. Are we all like that? It would serve to understand why we individually like certain patterns over others. Amazing.”
I covered the blacklight and slipped it into my pocket. “I think you are all this colorful, just with different patterns. I’m not sure just yet how we can best provide this light to the Haarthuu, but I’m thinking on it. What do most people do all day? Crafting and working? I could put one in each of the crafting centers, bathing the people in the light all day, and afterwards, you’d go to bed. It’s the same with natural sunlight. However, the bone sickness may well run in families. Would that be a fair assumption?” At the Elder’s nod, I continued. “Perhaps we could simply target those families. Place one in their homes, and see how they do. I still think a massive light near the top of the cavern would be helpful as well. It would provide a low-level amount of the light you need at all times,” I mused.
The Elder and Talah-ma’at stood there watching me mull this over. I was mumbling about fixtures and intensities, and the two of them stood there, rather amused until Talah-ma’at stopped me with a gentle hand on my arm.
“Ivor, I believe you’re overthinking this. A single large, intense light will likely solve most of our problems. We could use something small and handheld in our medical center to treat acute cases, assuming you’re correct. Both the Elder and I recognize your desire to help us, and we love you for it. What we would not love is for you to work yourself silly in order to do it,” she said, her golden eyes meeting mine.
“She is correct, Ivor. Help us, but not at the expense of your health. If these lights do what you believe they will, that alone will be of great benefit to us. Even as a single, large light at the top of the cavern. The smaller, more portable lights for the medics would be of immense worth by themselves. You are ambitious, my friend,” the Elder said softly, his hand resting on my other arm.
Beset on both sides by the kindness of the Haarthuu, I relented, and allowed them to persuade me to do the relatively smaller work. I sighed, and Duplicated the portable blacklight four times, keeping one in my pocket, and handed them to Talah-ma’at.
“Get these to the medics, then. This will hopefully be enough for a while,” I said. Turning to the Elder, I continued, “And I’d like to get started on the large lamp for the cavern ceiling. Where is the best place for it, and how soon would you like it?”
Tala-ma’at nodded, saying, “I will leave you two to your task, and get these to the medics. Afterwards, I shall head home. I will see you there, Ivor.” With that, she headed off.
The Elder took hold of my arm, and led me down the stairs, and back towards the feast hall. “I think this is the best place for the light. It is fairly central to everyone’s path, and shouldn’t be terribly difficult for you to get to” -he looked up at the distant ceiling, almost completely obscured by shadow, even at midday- “the top, but I still don’t know how you’re going to-”
I had started running toward the wall before he had finished, focusing on my boots and whispering the Spider Climb spell, and leapt to the wall. I continued my run up the wall, and reached the ceiling in short order.
“Like this!” I yelled down to the Elder, who simply stood there, mouth agape. I walked around, trying to find the most central point of the ceiling.
“Ivor! Go about ten paces to your right!” the Elder called up. “No! Your other right!” As I moved in the intended direction, he called “Yes! Right there! I think that should be fine!”
Kiri-tuk had wandered over, attracted by the Elder’s yelling. “Uh, Elder? Are you feeling well?” he asked, concern etched on his face.
“Hmm? Oh, yes. I’m fine. Why?” the Elder replied.
“Well, who are you yelling at?”
“Hmm? Oh, I’m talking to Ivor. He’s up on the ceiling, trying to do some work.”
“Ivor? I don’t….” Kiri-tuk trailed off as he saw me up there, waving at him. “Wow. How did he get up there?”
“Oh, he ran up the wall and ceiling. Strangest thing, too,” replied the Elder, in a casual tone.
“He ran up the… What? I don’t…” Kiri-tuk pinched the bridge of his nose. “You know what? I’m going to stop asking. That man does things I can’t even fathom,” he said, defeated.
“Smart. I gave up after his ordeal with Talah-ahte,” replied the Elder.
While they conversed, I looked around for some suitable stone to turn into the lights I was looking for. Finding nothing promising, I decided I would have to improvise. I selected a sturdy stalactite, Shaped a seat out of it, Strengthened the entire structure, got myself situated and got to work.
I conjured several Hands, and began to Shape a massive hemisphere, roughly twenty feet in diameter, out of the surrounding stone, leaving half of it embedded in the rock with a sharp channel to guide runoff away from it. I repeated the process in a small scale all the way around the sphere, making thirty-six beach ball sized hemispheres all the way around it. These would serve as marker lights for the blacklight. I touched one, and made it a light comparable to the light from one of their moons.
“Elder! Is that too bright?” I called down.
“No, it looks fine!” he and Kiri-tuk both replied.
“Okay! I’ll finish the others, and you let me know!”
At their affirmations, I continued with the other thirty-five. My stomach began to protest around twenty, but I went ahead and finished. Once complete, I dug into my Bag and ate some dried meat. The next steps would be the hardest and would take the most out of me.
I concentrated on the large, central sphere and cast the blacklight spell on it with an intensity much higher than I had before. I wanted to make certain the light would reach the floor. Looking down, I saw the faint coloring appear on Kiri-tuk, and knew it was intense enough. However, I immediately got dizzy and had to grab my seat to maintain my position. As my vision swam, I hurriedly reached into my bag and got more meat. I ate until I stopped feeling shaky, and only then did I complete the spells with water and oil repellent. I ate a bit more and in my clouded mind, I thought the distance wasn’t too great, and that I’d simply drop down from my perch.
So I did.
About a millisecond after my ass left my perch, I realized how stupid this was. Panicking, my mind blanked as the ground rushed towards me alarmingly fast.
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2023.02.02 22:43 sandipeech What color is this?

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2023.02.02 22:10 simmerknits Help find if a method exists for scales like this?

Help find if a method exists for scales like this?
Hi, I'm hoping to find a method for knitting snake scales for leggings that will be:
a base layer of stockinette in white
and then a second layer of JUST the scales -
aka, each individual scale rhombus will be knit and then attached, OR somehow (hopefully) a way to pick up and knit as I go, to make it so each individual scale sits on top of the white base layer and moves with the fabric when we walk etc, but is still securely attached? And shows the white base layer around the edges of the applied scales
I am more comfortable knitting than with crochet, but I get that for this particular project I may have to dip my toes in crochet techniques, but I'm really hoping there's an existing knitting technique for this and I just haven't come across it yet or know what it's called? help me obi-wan haha
If the only way to do this is by individually knitting a couple hundred scales and sewing them on later, that's what I'll do, I just..really hope there's a more integrated way
My goal is to make thigh high socks or leggings in the color pattern of my corn snake's scales.
I've done some test swatches of seersucker stitch and crocodile crochet stitch, crocodile is too overlapping and rounded, whereas seersucker is not enough oomph and not overlapping at all, since it's very linear.
I've tried creating a modified seersucker stitch to get the overlapping look I want, but still not sure how to go about adding the second layer for each scale to be potentially different color blocks.
I made a reddit account JUST to make this post, because I've seen miracles happen on here before - the community helping track down answers, or advice
Sorry for rambling so much! Any help or direction to research more in would be super appreciated! Thanks
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2023.02.02 22:09 Trash_Tia Three years ago, I was a research student working on a remote island. We were out of lab rats, so our professor used us instead.

I can’t believe I finally got the guts to post this to social media.
After three years, I’m finally ready to tell our story.
I know I shouldn't. This is a huge risk, and I’m putting both myself and my friends in danger of being caught by some pretty bad people who are currently hunting us down.
My life as I knew it ended in 2020. (I would talk about how ironic it was that it had to be 2020, but I don’t have time to ramble). I was volunteering as a lab assistant for a college professor I was close to. After graduating at the top of my class, I had been offered the opportunity to assist him overseas as a voluntary research assistant. I should have been working in his usual lab at the college, but due to certain ethical issues he didn’t want to deal with on campus, he decided to fly his most promising students to his primary lab on a tiny Indonesian island. He took on six of us.
The top of his class, as well as students who seemed far too interested in what he was really working on. Normally, college professor’s would discourage curiosity when it came to their private lives and work, but he welcomed it, allowing certain students glimpses into the research he was working on under his façade. I can’t say I wasn’t curious about the paperwork I happened to glimpse, paperwork covered in special plastic seals brandishing TOP SECRET in bold lettering which was definitely intriguing.
Sure, I wanted to know what was so special about his research that it warranted that kind of seal, but it’s not like I broke into his lab unlike my colleagues. (You would think biology students would be smart, but those idiots didn’t stand a chance with the amount of security our college had).
I thought that would be a sure fire suspension, and it almost was until the professor himself had pardoned them before inviting the group alongside me to work with him on this secret project. I know I sound crazy for taking a voluntary job, but the job was on a tiny island just off of the coast of Indonesia—which meant I was working in paradise. It was like being on a permanent vacation. We had the beach at our disposal, and the local resort was just up the road. After sweating in the lab on weekdays, we headed to the private resort down the road from the lab.
Professor Quincy was a well-known local, so he had managed to get us free entry. I guess you could say I was living the dream. Three years prior, I was in my freshman year of college and I had no idea what I was doing with my life. Fast forward two years, and I had the opportunity of a lifetime. I was working in literal paradise.
It didn’t last long, of course. I had to wake up from my dream at some point, right? And I did.
March 2020.
I can’t remember which date it was. I just remember that it was right at the start of the pandemic, and I was supposed to be going home to see family I hadn’t seen in almost six months. Professor Quincy had been insistent we live and work with him for a certain amount of time, and then he would grant us permission to return home to see our family.
I couldn’t exactly argue against it. Like I said, and I will continue to elaborate through this post, our professor’s work was pretty private. Cell phones were not allowed, and internet access was limited. If I needed to phone home, I had to sign seven different forms to promise I wouldn’t leak any information on his work, and to declare that if I happened to do so I would be fired immediately and sent back to the US.
If that wasn’t enough, my parents would also be held accountable.
So, yeah. Obviously, I wasn’t going to start spilling our professor’s secrets.
It’s not like we were completely cut off. There was a phone in Professor Quincy’s office, as well as the reception at the dorms.
We were allowed three allocated phone calls a week. After a certain world event had enfolded, however, we were allowed to call our parents pretty much any time we wanted, as long as we signed those release forms. After a full day of none-stop paranoia and too much time skimming news articles on my laptop, I was itching to talk to mom. I just didn’t know how to tell her that I wouldn’t be seeing her in… I had no idea. The US borders were shutting, and I was at a loss what to do. If I am to be honest with you, I was terrified. This kind of thing only happened in movies, and there I was trying to figure out a way to tell my mom I wouldn’t be coming home—and I had no idea if I would ever be coming home again. The dorms were state of the art; a huge glass building with three floors. There was a gym, a swimming pool, and a girl’s and boy’s dorm on the top levels.
There were only six of us, so it was pretty fucking amazing. Sometimes in the summer when it was baking hot, like the kind of heat the human body can’t deal with, they opened the roof, and we would all lie in the reception area, drunk on cocktails from the resort.
But do you know what wasn’t state of the art?
The air-con.
I had grown accustomed to the stupid thing breaking every three days. Normally, I didn’t really care. I’d get a cold shower or stick my head in the freezer. That day, though, I had just been informed via email I wouldn’t be returning home for the foreseeable future.
The thing was, I was so used to knowing things in advance. I knew when work was cancelled, or when I was getting sick. Though with this, I had no idea what the outcome would be. Nobody did. The planet was holding a collective breath. I couldn’t even ask for a possible date, because no one knew how this huge, insane, life-changing thing would play out.
Well, it could play out either one way or the other. And I had seen the movies. I knew the basis, or at least the fictional re-enactment.
So, sweating through baking heat, I sat cross legged on prickly carpet, squeezing the phone in my palmy hands. I could glimpse Kaian through the window, slumped on a sun-lounger with his head tipped back. He was frowning at an odd looking bird which was perched on the upper deck. It was early evening, and the sun was starting to set. God, I loved watching the sunset. It was like the sky had turned into cotton candy, streaks of burning red and pink enveloping crystal blue and dimming the sky, making it easier to get a good luck at the sun.
Kaian’s light brown hair exploded into hues of vivid red, and I was momentarily taken-aback by the sight—like the sky had set his hair on fire. Ever since meeting him in my freshman year, I’d had a crush on Kaian. Being half-Thai with striking features and a Hollywood smile, my ass was already on the floor.
However, after living with him for several months, and studying alongside him for years, I had come to realise he was more of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Not exactly a dick, but not the nicest either. Kaian was deaf and had become the sort of “jock” of our little research group. He had been the one to stage the break-in attempt into Professor Quincy’s lab. I always wondered if they really had discovered something—and blackmailed Quincy into letting them in on the research.
I wouldn’t put it past my classmates. They were as nutty as our professor. I was half-wishing mom didn’t answer. Then I would have no choice but to tell her through email, which was better.
Still though, I wanted to hear her voice, even if it was going to send me over the edge. When my mom’s voice crackled through the phone, I panicked and said the first thing which came to mind. “I’m... I’m staying here for a little longer.” I said. “I was told this morning I can’t come home.”
Mom was silent for a moment before she sighed. “Yeah.” I was surprised when she chuckled. “I figured that, sweetie.”
“You’re not mad?” I whispered.
She didn’t reply for a moment before sighing. “Why would I be mad? It’s not like you can help it.”
Squeezing the phone tighter, I turned away so Kaian couldn’t see me sobbing like an idiot. “It’s not for long,” I said, or rather lied. I wasn’t just trying to reassure my mother, I was desperate to make myself feel better too. “I think it’ll be late April, or maybe May. I’m not sure yet.”
“Well, I’m excited to see you.”
Nodding, I swallowed a wracking sob. “I’m excited to see you too, mom.”
“Are you eating well?”
“Uh, yeah. The food here is great.”
“How is work?”
She was avoiding elaborating on a conversation neither of us wanted to have, and I didn’t blame her.
“It’s fine,” I said, “We’ve been working in some pretty, uh… intense heat. But I’m fine. I just cool off in the sea.”
“That’s good.” I could sense my mother’s smile, and it made me feel ten times worse.
“How… how are things over there?”
Mom hummed. “There’s no toilet paper,” she laughed, “But we’re all fine. Your little brother is baking cookies. Do you want to talk to him?”
“No.” I said, far too fast. “I mean… I don’t have much time, and I wanted to talk to you.” I swallowed. “If that’s okay.”
“Of course, honey.” Mom’s voice felt like warm water coming over me, relieving my stiff muscles. “Oh! Your father just finished cleaning your room out the other day! You would not believe how much stuff we had to take to a yard sale. Do you remember that dollhouse you had?”
She cut me off. “Well, I’ve given it to Mrs Jason’s daughter. Do you remember Lucy?"
“Lucy.” I said, my mind elsewhere. “She was that kid… umm…”
“You held her at your auntie Christine’s birthday party, do you remember? She’s always asking about you. She thinks you’re a marine biologist.”
“Oh.” I said helplessly. Sensing movement, I twisted around to find Kaian heading up the stairs. Probably to his room.
Usually, Monday nights were reserved for the beach. After lights out, we headed down to the coves which were a three minute walk from the dorms to paddle in bioluminescent plankton illuminating the stuffy night.
It was like dipping your feet in liquid stars. From the look on my colleague’s face however, a sort of not-entirely-there frown, I doubted anyone was in the mood for our usual trip to the beach. Offering the boy a wave, I pulled my knees to my chest. I didn’t realise I’d left an awkward pause until mom cleared her throat loudly, snapping me out of my trance.
“Wren, did you hear what I just said?”
Mom only had to say my name to send my heart into my throat. “Honey, are you crying?”
I had to heave in a breath. “No.”
“You’re watching the news, aren’t you?”
“Mom, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” Mom paused. “Wren, I can’t imagine what you must be feeling right now, but I’m just a phone-call away.”
I nodded, my eyes burning. “I love you, mom.”
“I love you too, baby.” Mom’s voice hitched, and she was splintering. I could tell by her sharp breaths. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”
That was the last time I ever spoke to my mother.
The sky was dark when I pulled open the door to my shared room and face-planted into my bed. Long after putting the phone down, I sat in the reception area and cried like an idiot. Then I went outside to attempt to read a book on a sun lounger, but with the lack of sun, and the fact that the outdoor light was broken, I gave up and retreated upstairs.
Riss, my roommate, was typing loudly on her laptop when I bothered lifting my head from my snot-drenched pillow.
She had been taking the news surprisingly well, despite her being the one in our group who was over-emotional. Riss was a natural redhead but had dyed her hair an odd pastel pink colour which was starting to come out. I could see her natural vivid red roots springing from her half-assed ponytail. “How’s your mom?”
Riss didn’t look up from her laptop screen, her fingers dancing across the keyboard. I glimpsed the word doc she had been working on earlier in the lab. We were supposed to type up all the findings from the days experiments earlier, and as usual Riss was the last to submit hers. She was the lazy daydreamer out of our group, often getting chastised for zoning out during lectures and falling asleep. Riss was smart though. Seriously smart. When she felt like it.
“Hello?” Riss slammed the space-bar. “How was the talk with your mom?”
“It was fine.”
“Doesn’t sound like it,” Riss hummed. “Come on, I know when you’re upset—fuck.” She hissed through her teeth, going to town on the backspace key. “Stupid fucking autocorrect.”
I didn’t reply for a moment, suffocating myself in my pillow. The air-con was broken again, so I was left to suffer, stewing in the same clothes I had been wearing all day. I needed a cold shower and something from the downstairs kitchen, but I couldn’t be bothered moving. Besides, Riss’s typing was comforting, lulling me into almost-slumber.
After a while of just basking in the sound of her typing, my roommate sighed loudly. I sensed her jump up from her bed and move to her desk. My roommate had a routine I was used to. After typing up her usually late reports, she jumped up, did some stretches, downed the bottle of water on her desk, and then jumped up and down with too much energy, awaiting the print out. Just as I thought, I cringed at the sound of our printer booting up. I hated the noise. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard. “It’s the end of the world as we know it.” Riss murmured with another loud, exaggerated sigh. “And we’re stuck in paradise.”
Refusing to lift my head from my pillow despite the heat, I scoffed into the material. “Stop saying that.”
“Stop saying what?”
“That it’s the end of the world.”
“I mean, it is. Certain events aside, have you seen the state of the ozone layer? Dude, we’re on a one way ticket to extinction.”
I really didn’t need Riss’s “comforting talks” right then. Her idea of reassuring was reminding me how many species were dying out.
“Uh-huh.” I said, cutting into her slightly manic polar bear rant. “Can we talk about something else.”
“But it’s true.” Riss chuckled. “The world is falling apart, and here we are trying to do the impossible.” She paused. “In one of the most beautiful places on the planet.” When I lifted my head to frown at her, my roommate was sprawled out on her bed, her ten page report awkwardly balanced on her chest. Riss’s eyes were somewhere else, delving into oblivion.
I couldn’t tell what she was feeling. She was smiling, but her eyes were sad. It had taken me a while, but eventually, after weeks and then months had gone by, I had gotten used to Professor Quincy’s research. It was hard to take in at first. Like, you have this huge secret and you can’t tell anyone—if you do you’re risking your own career. I imagined it as a neutron star collision going off in my head, an explosion of colours nobody else could see but us.
Locked away on this tiny island, we were the only ones who knew Quincy’s goal. There was one rule in the lab.
No emotions. We weren’t allowed to have emotions once stepping through the door. We had to stop being human for the sake of achieving successes and moving onto a different age. A better age. That’s what Quincy said, anyway. I wondered if Riss was thinking about the work we did earlier. She had broken down three times since starting, though she was getting better. Riss didn’t speak much after an awkward conversation we had about the end of the world, which bled into a conversation about The Walking Dead.
It fizzled out after I reminded her I was yet to finish it after dumping it halfway through season four. There’s not much to do in the dorm. I had my laptop and several dozen movies downloaded onto it, but I wasn’t in the mood to delve into fiction. I was falling asleep when our door flew open, and Riss almost catapulted her laptop across the room. My gaze flicked to the doorway, where Kaian stood, a scowl carved into his lips. It wasn’t unusual that my colleague was scowling or standing in our doorway. He was always the first one up on a morning, quick to wake everyone else up despite the sun not being up yet.
“Kaian?” Riss signed, her eyes glued to our damp-looking colleague. “What the hell?”
Looking at him, I could tell that Kaian wasn’t there willingly. His hair was a soaking mess plastered to his forehead, a plaid shirt clumsily buttoned over ratty shorts. He looked like he’d just gotten out of the shower. No, he didn’t just look like it.
I was sure Kaian had just gotten out of the shower. When he held up one hand, and started to furiously sign, the jingling noise brought my attention to the cuff attached to his left wrist. “Jem.” He signed his roommate’s name, and I resisted the urge to collapse back into bed. Nothing was good when Jem was involved. I loved my colleague, but the amount of stupid shit he had done since starting work on the island, he could make his own sitcom.
Riss groaned, shutting her laptop. She quickly signed, “What has he done now?”
Kaian’s expression twisted with fury. “What HASN’T he done?” He held up his wrist, signing manically. “He cuffed me to my bed!”
“Kinky.” I shot him a smile, and seeing his expression, I quickly regretted my words when his gaze flashed to a stuffed animal on the floor.
I had no doubt he wouldn’t aim for my face.
“What? Why did he cuff you your bed?” Riss was already pulling on her jacket. I jumped up too, slipping into my sandals.
“Rabbits.” Was all Kaian had to sign with wide eyes, before we were following him back down the dorm hallway, and down the stairs. I was practically falling over myself to keep up. Kaian ran in front, Riss stumbling beside him. If Jem was in the lab after hours, it wasn’t good. Ever since we made the switch from rats to rabbits, Jem had been very vocal that he was against it. But like Quincy said, we had to give up our humanity in that room. Our morals. Anything we thought, our opinions and emotions. We had to suppress it all.
Because once we started to give into them, our professor had proclaimed—that was when cracks would start to form. According to him, the first step in turning your back on science was giving into your humanity. I wasn’t quite there yet. It’s not like I didn’t have intrusive thoughts about saving the poor things, but Quincy had planted a very specific thought in our heads. If we rebelled, if we leaked information and went against him—our families were at risk of getting involved despite having nothing to do with it.
Jem had already submitted multiple complaints, and I didn’t blame him. But it’s not like we could all band together to stop Quincy’s experiments. Like I said, we were walking on eggshells around him and he was already a fairly paranoid man already. And morals and humanity aside, his work was pretty fucking incredible. Disgusting and inhumane? Yes, of course. But truly incredible. The lab was a five minute walk from the dorms. Riss was out of breath as we ran, and I glimpsed a full moon light up the darkening sky, illuminating oblivion in milky white light. “What I don’t understand,” she panted, “Is why cuff you to your bed?”
She turned to Kaian, who signed, “He knew I was going to tell someone. When I got out of the shower, he grabbed me and cuffed me to the frame.” The boy scowled. “I’m going to kill him.” By the time the three of us were throwing ourselves through the doors of the lab, pressing our identity badges over the mechanical lock, I was sweating. Bad. I think all three of us wanted to collectively murder our colleague. The lab was usually out of bounds after work hours, but sometimes Professor Quincy made exceptions if we needed to finish reports or collect data.
Riss was stabbing in the eight digit code to get into Quincy’s office, and I was struggling to catch my breath, keeled over with my hands on my knees. The building was usually lit up, even at night. I had spent countless after work hours typing up research reports and listening to music, comforted by the warm glow from the lights overhead. But that wasn’t the case on that particular night. A coil of dread began to unravel in my gut as we bound down the main hallway which was swamped in darkness. Riss made a joke about failed experiments lurking around us, and I elbowed her sharply in the gut.
Thankfully, Quincy’s main lab was lit up. When the door swung open with a loud beep, the three of us bound straight into a startled looking Jem—whose expression almost matched the ones of the dozen baby rabbits cradled to his chest. If Kaian resembled a Hollywood star, then this guy reminded me more of a punk kid—maybe a theatre kid too. Jem was the wildcard in our group. He wasn’t the smartest, and he struggled sometimes. But Quincy had admired the boy’s curiosity in his research. Jem’s hair was always a mess of dishevelled curls, and his outfit choices were… odd. For example, Jem had opted for wearing pajamas to his rabbit heist.It was almost like he had an epiphany in his sleep and hurricane thoughts had led him right to the lab.
For a moment, I was unsure whether to laugh or start yelling at him. Jem peeked at us under his hood, his eyes almost cartoonishly wide. Like he was a kid being caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar. The subjects he was holding seemed to cling onto him, and I had a moment—just a moment—where I cracked slightly. Especially when the largest one’s tiny eyes found mine.
It was frightened, its claws digging into his sleeve. “I can explain.” Jem finally spluttered, pressing the rabbits closer to his chest. “This is animal abuse.” He said in a hiss. “You’re not really going to stand there and watch that bastard hurt these little guys, are you?” I was sure Jem was convinced he could get away with it by showing us the power of cuteness.
I can’t say it wasn’t working. God, the one in the middle with large floppy ears and a brown smudge on its fur was really looking at me.
Like it was staring into my soul.
Next to me, Kaian’s expression was easing a little. He leaned against the door with his arms folded.
“They’re kind of cute.” He signed, smiling for the first time since earlier that morning when Riss spilled orange juice all over herself.
“See?” Jem’s smile was soft, and he gestured to them. “Look at them! They’re adorable. I’m not going to let him hurt them.”
Riss, however, seemed unfazed. She took a step towards him, her eyes darkening. “Are you fucking insane?” she gritted out. “So, what, you want to let Quincy’s test subjects go?”
Jem’s lip curled. “He’s got rats. I’m sure he’ll be fine.” He backed away, clutching the rabbits tighter to his chest. “You’ve seen what he’s done to them,” he whispered—and his gaze flicked to me, and then Kaian. “What WE have done to them. It’s not fair. They’re living creatures, and we’re… we’re hurting them.”
This was what I was afraid of. Ever since the six of us started on the island, and Quincy’s lecture on suppressing our humanity for the sake of science, I knew one of us was going to break when we saw what exactly he was doing to his subjects.
I’m not going to go into detail, because again, I am already putting myself at risk by writing this. But I will say that Quincy’s experiments weren’t.. normal. I’ve already told you they were inhumane and immoral.
But it didn’t end there. You see, our professor was sure—positive that he could ignite a certain part of the human brain with simple stimulation, a hell of a lot of drugs, and psychological tactics. He believed he could find that missing part that is missing in all of us which stops us from being the apex predator.
Abilities way beyond our comprehension.
Professor Quincy had been working his whole life to create a serum which would hack into the mind, and switch on that part of us we cannot find on our own. Rats didn’t give him the right results, so we moved onto rabbits.
So far, I had witnessed a rabbit which could teleport from one cage to the other, after several surgeries, serum injections directly into its brain.
I thought it was impossible, and yet somehow I was watching it with my own eyes. A living thing disappearing in one place and reappearing in its cage. Through research, we had come to realise the cage was the rabbit’s safe place. Whatever ability it had (and there were many), it would always return to its cage, no matter where we placed them. The serum wasn’t perfect, however. I had witnessed a rabbit interfere with the electronics in the lab, playing with the lights, before exploding into large fleshy chunks painting the metal prongs of its cage a startling gory red.
The rabbit’s in Jem’s arms were our only proof that the serum worked. They were our last surviving four. Subjects 2, 6, 10, and 15. I have to admit, subject 15 freaked me out. Fifteen’s ability was not yet known, but Kaian was sure that it was developing heightened intelligence. I didn’t know much about Fifteen, but from what I did know, there was no fucking way we could let Jem let the little guy run free.
Knowing what they were capable of, and what we could possibly lose if my colleague got his own way, snapped me out of my, “Aww they’re so cute,” trance. I stepped forward, cringing when I glimpsed remnants of the metal headset which had been drilled into Six’s skull.
“Give them here.” I said, and when Jem started to shake his head, I snapped. “Do you want to get fired?”
He wasn’t letting up. “They’re living things, Wren!”
I nodded, trying to keep my cool. “They are.” I said. “But they’re also valuable subjects—one of which can fucking teleport. I wouldn’t exactly say they’re normal rabbits.” I held my breath. “Look.” I gave up acting like I knew what the fuck I was talking about. “I don’t like it either, okay? It’s disgusting and immoral, and findings and psychokinetic abilities aside, I would be totally on your side if we didn’t have results.”
“But we do have results.” Kaian signed. He seemed to have snapped out of it too. “Give them back, Jem. They’re research subjects.”
“They’re rabbits! Have you guys lost your minds?”
“Yes.” Kaian signed. “It’s part of the job description, asshole.”
“You have a dog!” Jem shot back in a manic hiss. His expression was feral. I had never seen that kind of desperation, almost unbridled lucidity let loose. “It’s no different to your dog, right? Would you seriously put him through this? Would you stick a needle inside his skull?”
Kaian didn’t reply, his jaw clenching.
“No. You wouldn’t. So, why these guys, huh? Why are you willing to be cruel for the sake of science for these guys, but you wouldn’t fucking dream of doing this to your pets?” Jem took another shaky step back, so I figured hitting him with the hard truth would snap him out of it.
“It’s not the same,” Kaian seemed to be struggling, his hands trembling as he signed. “It’s… it’s different—”
“What’s different?” Jem demanded. “There’s no difference! If it were a rat I would feel the same way! We’re hurting living animals.”
“Your dad,” I said quickly, “Do you want to drag him into this?”
“Again.” Kaian started to sign, Riss elbowing him to shut up. It was no secret Jem and his father had been under fire back home after discovering a document he shouldn’t have. All he did was read it. According to the boy himself, he had the Men In Black In Black trying to crash through his door at 4am. Jem was lucky Professor Quincy decided to use his curiosity as a tool instead of sending his family to jail.
Jem blinked, like he was waking from a trance. “No.” He said, quickly, his resolve crumbling. My colleague allowed Kaian and Riss to take the subjects and put them back in their cages. I expected him to fight back, but the guy seemed weirdly fine with us taking the rabbits back, stumbling away from them like they were contagious.
With all subjects accounted for, we headed back to the dorms and ate dinner—and I remember running my hands through Jem’s hair, a little bit drunk on cocktails, and promising him that once Professor Quincy was finished with his research, he would let the rabbits go. I wasn’t completely sure of this myself, and it was just a friendly lie to make him feel better, considering he’d been acting weird all night. I had been lazily sipping water to sober myself up when the thought hit me.
It didn’t really make an impact, more of a passing thought. Did subject Fifteen have any influence over Jem’s mind?
Fifteen had already proved it could type a single sentence on a keyboard and tap on a tablet screen to identify certain fruits.
Was it possible that it had developed the ability to influence the brain? I wasn’t sure I wanted an answer to that. Anyway, we all headed to bed, and I made Jem promise he wouldn’t do something like that again. I still remember the way he’d looked at me, slightly confused, mouth open, like he had no idea what I was talking about. I figured he was just tipsy, and after frowning at me for way longer than necessary, Jem saluted me with a “Yeah, course I promise.”
Yeah, that promise lasted maybe six fucking hours.
I was spooning dry cereal in my mouth the next morning, trying to ignore the news bulletin on the TV, when we got the first call. Jem had broken into the lab two hours ago, and let the subjects run free. By the time I’d thrown myself into the lab, barely dressed, the others were already getting screamed at—and I mean SCREAMED at by Quincy. I glimpsed my colleagues through the glass window as I threw myself into a run towards the lab. It looked like they had been dragged out of bed.
Riss was in her robe, Kaian and Jem half dressed. The three were sitting in the communal area looking like they wanted to sink into the earth, while Quincy’s voice reverberated back down the hallway.
When I stepped through automatic doors, our professor turned to me, his expression thunderous. “Wren!” He passive aggressively gestured to the others. “Why don’t you take a seat, hm?” His British accent was easy to tolerate usually, but that morning he sounded like a fucking Bond villain. I nodded and practically dived next to Riss, who looked like she was ten seconds from wrapping her hands around Jem’s neck. Kaian was glaring at his lap, ignoring the professor’s ASL, and Jem looked—well, he looked kind of confused.
“You’re late.” Quincy turned his piercing gaze to me.
“I’m five minutes early, Professor Quincy.” I said, glancing at the clock to make sure I was right.
The man didn’t respond, turning back to Jem. “As I was saying, I was just letting your colleague know that he has thrown quite a wrench in our plans. But no matter, we can fix this.” He cleared his throat. “Mr Saeueng.” Professor Quincy nodded to Kaian. “There are several research subjects in storage that I have been saving for these kinds of emergencies, “ He said. “Please retrieve them so we can continue working on this project. And hurry up."
Kaian paled. For a moment I thought he was going to barf. “Professor Quincy,” he started to sign, before pausing, “You ordered me to dispose of them two weeks ago,” He shot me a look, and I remembered the two of us loading a cage full of rats into a truck. “We don’t have them.”
The professor’s expression contorted, and he smiled. He… smiled. Like he thought it was funny. “Right.” He said in a breath. “You’re telling me,” He lifted his arm like he was going to strike each of us. And I sensed the four of us collectively wince. “You’re all telling me—all four of you, that our current research subjects are nowhere to be seen, our backup subjects have been disposed of, and I am supposed to be doing a presentation next week?"
His voice cracked. “Next week!” He repeated, beginning to pace, and I was starting to regret choosing my curiosity over my wellbeing. Sure, psychokinetic abilities are cool, right? Cracking open the human brain and discovering something magical, something out of this world, was a dream come true. We were witnessing history being made. What could fundamentally change the world.
But I was sitting inside a lab with a man who was clearly unhinged, thousands of miles from home, and no guarantee I would ever return home. A shiver slid down my spine when our professor stopped pacing up and down, and something seemed to light up in his eyes.
I saw it. Something in his brain… snapped. It was like seeing a real-life light bulb moment. “We’re okay.” He said, after a moment of silence. Quincy seemed to gather himself. “You’re dismissed. I will.. I will get my hands on new research subjects, do not worry about that.” His smile was far too big, and I nodded, relieved, and jumped to my feet, eager to make a quick getaway.
Jem stood up, grabbing his bag. “Will we have time?” He asked. “I mean… the presentation is next week, and we need to start over.”
“That’s right,” Riss was frowning. “Professor, where exactly are you going to get new subjects? Didn’t the college stop funding the project?”
“Hm? Oh, I have subjects,” he chuckled. “I have always had subjects, don’t worry. They have always been my last resort.”
I nodded. “So, do you have spare rats?”
“Makes sense.” Kaian signed. “I bet he has a secret batch somewhere.”
“Precisely, Kaian.” Professor Quincy nodded, a wide smile splitting his lips apart.
“So, rats?” I pressed. He still was yet to answer my question and I was growing anxious of what these subjects were.
It must have been rabbits, surely. Rabbits were our best shot at getting results. Rats worked well, I guessed. But not as good as rabbits.
He caught my eye, and something cold slipped down my spine when the man’s grin didn’t waver. “You could say they’re rats.” He seemed to be drinking me in, his gaze flicking up and down, from my head to my toes. “And don’t worry. They will be ready for the presentation. I will make sure."
“Well, that’s great.” Jem’s expression brightened. “So, we didn’t have to use rabbits after all, huh? Who would have thought.”
To my surprise, the professor was in unusually high spirits. After a lecture repeating his insistence that we had to supress our humanity for the sake of science (which was mostly aimed at Jem) He flocked to his desk, sorting through paperwork, and leaving the room several times to take part in phone calls. He must have really been pushing to get new living materials. I noticed his hands were quivering. Was it fear?
Without a word, Quincy left the lab with an armful of paperwork. When Riss asked what we were supposed to do, he told us to stay exactly where we were, while he retrieved new research materials. Great.
With the professor gone, it didn’t take long before Riss was trying to strangle Jem, acting like it was playful, but the look in her eyes definitely had a more nefarious intent.
Kaian, being the smartass of our group, was already sorting through our day’s work, as if we hadn’t just lost our subjects. The lab was pretty much our playground (The professor’s words, not mine) but there was a specific room which was out of bounds. Quincy called it the FAIL room, where all of his failed experiments were. Living or dead, or preserved in some weird solution, the exact reason I was convinced he was unhinged, was in that room. I didn’t realise it was unlocked, until a crashing sound sent me jumping up from my chair, my heart catapulting into my throat.
Jem and Riss looked up from their work, and I noticed Kaian’s seat was empty.
“That sounded ominous.” Jem shot me a look. “Did he…”
“He didn’t.” I muttered, my gaze flicking to the other side of the room, where, to my surprise, the room which had always been out of bounds, was in fact open. Before I could hesitate or think of the consequences, I hurried to the door, coming to a grinding halt on the threshold.
I was aware of my colleague’s shadow several feet away from me. I was aware of the petrified look of fright carved into his face, and his eyes, wide, like he was staring into oblivion. Like the darkness had already taken him.
Instead of finding Kaian, I was seeing what I can only describe as several lumps piled on top of each other. When I got closer, forcing my feet into submission, those lumps bled into very human-like figures wrapped in see-through plastic. For a disorienting second, while my head spun around and around, a slithery paste crawling up my throat, I saw them as nothing but lumps of naked flesh bulging through plastic.
But then I was recognising faces, faces I knew--faces which had been mutilated, stained a startling scarlet like they had been dipped in the reddest paint available. I knew the first lump. Sara. She went home two weeks earlier due to illness. The following fleshy lump with its face ripped off, which I could no longer call human, was Thomas. He too went home for a family emergency and never came back.
Quincy said they had both requested to leave. He said they would miss us, but it was too much. Seeing what we were doing was too much for them. They couldn’t suppress their emotions. Sara and Thomas had never left. They never went home—they were right in front of me, reduced to chunks of flesh and bodily organs.
There was a white strip of paper attached to both of them, a single word written in bold lettering.
That word sent my stomach heaving, my feet stumbling back, and my body erupting into fight or flight.
Kaian twisted around, his face illuminated in dim light flickering from a bulb above.
“Out.” He signed, and it was the desperation in his eyes, the heaving breaths struggling from his lips, which got me moving. I was pressing my hand over my mouth, muffling a sharp scream ripping from my throat, when Kaian grabbed my arm and dragged me back. I was barely conscious of getting out of that room before the alarms started, sending me to my knees.
“What the hell is that?” Riss was next to me, her voice shrill.
Jem had his hands planted over his ears, his hand wrapped around a hysterical Kaian. “Wren, what is it? What’s in there?”
I couldn’t reply. Instead of trying to speak or explain, I grabbed her arm and dragged her to the door. Kaian and Jem were already on the hallway, and I was barely slipping back through the automatic doors, before they slammed shut, and a familiar voice crackled over the speakers. “Stay where you are.” Professor Quincy said. “We will be returning to work very soon. By the grace of god, I have found subjects.”
My blood ran ice-cold in my veins.
He was talking about us.
"What the fuck?!" Jem yelled. "What are you talking about?"
I didn’t think. I just ran. And sprinting down that hallway, which was familiar, which had always felt like a second home to me, I had no idea it would become my prison.
It would become the very hallway I would wish to die on.
The hallway I would be dragged down, day after day, while my mind was picked apart.
Ahead of us, the doors were shutting, red lights bathing our faces. I remember how scared they were. Jem, who reached the exit doors, slamming his fists into the glass. Riss, trying to override the mechanical lock. Kaian, who had given up, dropped onto his knees, and pulled them to his chest. When gas filled the air, I was still trying to get through the door. Riss had forced Kaian to his feet, and Jem was trying to find any weapon in his vicinity.
But there were no weapons. There was just the four of us against a gas which was quickly disorienting us. When black spots started to dance across my vision, and Jem’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his body dropping to the floor, I was thinking about Subject Fifteen. I was thinking about its beady eyes when I bit my lip and drilled into its tiny skull under my professor’s gaze. Riss dropped next.
Then Kaian.
I was quickly losing consciousness, my clammy head pressed against glass, clawing at the lock, when the thought hit me.
We deserved it.
For what we had done to those rabbits, playing god, and trying to turn them into something they weren’t—we deserved it.
Whatever my professor was planning to do to us, I had an inkling it would be far worse than what the rabbits had endured. We were going to suffer, I thought dizzily.
For science.
And I can tell you, three years later, as I currently share a hotel room with three murderers, my past self was fucking right.
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2023.02.02 22:06 ofvxnus we need to talk about forspoken

the reviews are out and they are… not good. however, i have to ask: how much of this is because of the game itself and how much of this is to due to the sometimes unconscious and sometimes conscious bias we have against black women, especially when they take on more assertive roles?
clearly the game is mediocre. perhaps at times it could be said to be good. most critics who have actually played the game (the main story and a good portion of the side content) and have written in-depth reviews have given it scores between 6.5-8. most of these scores are closer to 7. of course, there are differing opinions out there, but this seems like a comfortable range for what i’ve seen from the game. the difference between a 6.5 score and a higher score seems to depend on whether or not that particular reviewer liked frey as a character and the presentation of the story. i can understand this to some degree as good charactestory can carry an otherwise lackluster game for me as well.
that being said, in addition to these critical reviews, the game has also experienced swaths and swaths of 0 star audience reviews on metacritic. many of these comments simply repeat vague criticisms others have already made such as calling it “cringe.” some of them call it out as “woke.” a majority of them call frey, the main character of the game, unlikable and even “disgusting.”
the internet has also been having an absolute hay day with this game. whereas other mediocre games like ghostswire: tokyo and callisto protocol are allowed to simply disappear into obscurity, forspoken continues to experience the video game equivalent of public beatings. people go out of their way even in its own sub to criticize it. on posts outside of its sub, people seem to gleefully tear it apart. twitter turned the game into a meme. in general, people seem be glorying in its downfall, like it’s another cyberpunk or no man’s sky and not a completely playable game that does exactly what it promised to do, but with some lackluster aspects.
my point in saying all of this is not to convince anyone that people are wrong when they say forspoken is a bad game (as i mentioned earlier, it seems to be mediocre in a lot of ways), but to create space to examine why such a mediocre game seems to attract so much vitriol when other games of similar quality do not.
unfortunately, i think forspoken was fighting an uphill battle since the very beginning. on the first reveal trailer i saw people decrying frey’s gender and ethnicity in the comment section. also her design in general. some people called her ugly due to her realistic proportions and modest clothes. the response was similar to the response some people had to aloy’s updated model. however, at that time, the game seemed impressive enough to still garner some excitement from the majority of people. then the story trailers came out. people hated frey once she started to speak. one comment i read derided frey as a superficial tiktok girl, literally ignoring all of the background information about her being homeless and down on her luck given in the trailers and just assuming who she was based on her ethnicity and gender. he asked, who could possibly relate to this character? meanwhile, similar characters like peter parker and naruto, for example, have huge fan bases around the world. then the demo came out and the game’s world was empty and lacking detail. this was the nail in the coffin for the game.
it can be difficult to judge genuine responses to this game from agenda-based responses. earlier, i pointed out the use of the term “cringe” in a lot of the reviews. this is a term that was immediately applied to the game once frey started speaking. it’s a popular word amongst younger people, much like “woke” used to be before it was co-opted by the right. i think something similar is happening with the word “cringe.” the reason why is because words like “woke” and “cringe” are difficult to argue against. they offer few particulars and are incredibly vague. they are not connected to fact but to opinion. it is “woke” for a black woman to be the lead in the game, but what agenda is she actually pushing when she is simply doing the same thing white male characters typically get to do? it is “cringe” when a black woman speaks, but why isn’t it “cringe” when a male character says the same thing? especially in other media in similar genres, such as YA novels, isekai, and anime. for example, the recent hi-fi rush trailer just launched and it has very similar dialogue scattered throughout but people seem to mostly love it. additionally, JRPGs in general feature similar dialogue or similar characters. Final Fantasy X, XIII, VII Remake, etc. yet many of these games are beloved.
of course, these detractors could be right about frey being “cringe.” what they could be latching onto is the fact that frey was written by white people and thus lacking the tether to the culture she supposedly comes from. maybe because of this, they feel like she is disingenuous, a token. there could be something to that argument. plus the fact that one of the first black female leads we get in AAA gaming is also depicted as homeless and a criminal, both of which are stereotypes regardless of how well the tropes are handled. and the fact that she was given either few resources or poorly managed resources to create a genuinely good game and story around her character.
if this is the case then the discussion needs to grow and adapt. the question then isn’t “do people not want women of color as leads in their video games?” the question is actually “do people want thoughtful and genuine representations of women of color in their video games?” i think the answer to that second question is “yes.” and we should be pressuring developers to include more people of color and more people with varied gender identities and sexual orientations in all levels of development. that should be the case regardless of if the lead is a person of color or a sexual/gender minority. this is how we create believable worlds and characters that live in them.
there is so much nuance to this situation that will be impossible to discuss within the confines of a reddit post. mostly i just wanted to start the conversation and hopefully offer a balanced opinion.
i think forspoken touches upon a lot of issues gamers have with games and perhaps that’s why so many people are so activated about it. for $70, we want games that are of better quality and optimized for the systems we play them on. black female leads deserve good stories, vivid worlds, and satisfying gameplay mechanics. it’s disappointing when they don’t get this. black female leads should also be allowed to be dorky or angry. they should be allowed to be mediocre like many white male characters end up being as well.
ultimately, we just need more games with leads who aren’t white straight men. the fact that people are arguing so much over forspoken comes down to the fact that it is only one of a handful of games that actually feature a person like frey as the lead. unfortunately, frey has a much higher standard to meet simply due to the fact that she mostly stands alone in her genre. i hope that the failure of forspoken, if it has failed, doesn’t convince game developers that it was because of frey’s gender and ethnicity and not because of how poorly developed it was.
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2023.02.02 21:31 mrowcat At-home top coat

Hi! I just moved somewhere new and got a dip manicure yesterday. I believe they did a gel topcoat which has already mostly peeled off on more than half my nails. The dip itself is totally intact but it's just matte and partially peeled lol. I'd rather just fix it on my own and find a new place next time. What products can I buy to fix the look? The rest of the manicure/cuticle work was great so if I can fix this issue, I see this set lasting for a while :)
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2023.02.02 21:15 pugsnotdrugs_411 Gender Non-conformity and Bisexuality: Is there a link?

There's something I've been curious about that I wanted to get other bi people's opinions on:
I'm a 21-year-old woman who's been painfully aware that I haven't always been the most "feminine," certainly not in the way other people expect me to be.
I do abide by some stereotypically feminine behaviors (ie. buying colorful, fashionable clothing, painting my nails, being more passive than active (up until a certain point), having close, intimate bonds with my friends, being more into humanities than STEM, etc.), but I'd say I'm just as "masculine" or possibly even a bit more so.
As a woman who previously assumed she was straight, I know people can be both masculine and feminine without necessarily indicating something else about their sexuality; however, it does feel like (especially for homosexuals) gender non-conformity is way more common in non-heteros than in the general population.
I know there are masculine gay men and femme lesbians, but you see more feminine gay men and masculine lesbians than feminine straight men and masculine straight women (at least I do).
I would imagine there are many reasons for that, such as knowing you're already outside society's norms, thus being less concerned with conforming in the first place. But I'm curious if this trend also extends to bisexuals.
Using my own life up to this point as an example, as far as being considered a gender non-conforming woman, I guess there were things like:
Being told I "walked like a man/d*ke" or that I was secretly a d*ke in middle and high school
Having my godmother and my mom try to teach me to walk more "femininely" as a young girl
Cursing freely and uncaringly
Roughhousing with my older sister
Sitting with my legs open and not caring
Being aggressive/quick to anger at certain times
Feeling uncomfortable talking about my deeper feelings despite making an effort (outside of a few close friends, and even then, it can still be embarrassing/difficult)
Wearing mostly dark/ bland colors, not being too concerned about fashion despite being aware of societal expectations (until high school)
Hanging out with and playing with boys in middle school and trading friendly insults (I did have female friends and now have exclusively female social circles, but it still feels noteworthy)
Having a noticeably deeper voice (not "mannish," but there's a bass to it) than other women, which has been a long-running source of insecurity, although not as much nowadays
Refusing to learn how to sew despite my mother's best efforts.
Drinking alcohol to suppress my emotions (I don't do this anymore.)
Having a generally more reserved demeanor, a "stony/resting b*tch face" which could be read as "icy" to people who don't know me that well.
Preferring to use male avatars in online games and male-marketed products (wallpapers, toys, etc) because they seem cooler
Being blunter and more straightforward than you would expect (not because I don't know what's appropriate to say at the moment, I don't care about sparing people's feelings depending on how sensitive the situation is)
And I'm sure there are plenty of other examples I can't think of or remember right now.
Around my sophomore year of high school, I was brutally bullied, and it forced me to make much more effort to conform and "femme it up," for lack of a better term, which was met with a warm reception the following semester. I guess I've gotten used to masking some of my behaviors around certain spaces that have been deemed "unladylike" to the point where it feels normal.
Does my experience resonate with anyone else?
TL;DR: How gender-conforming/non-conforming have you been throughout your life? And do you feel it's related to your bisexuality at all? I'm genuinely curious.
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2023.02.02 20:52 pugmama123 Dip Nail Salon?

Any recommendations for a salon that does good dip/powder nails? Preferably in the NW area but open to others!
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2023.02.02 20:29 Muted-Lingonberry898 Lifting

Hi, somewhat of a newbie dipper here. When I put a set on it’s fine for about 4 days. Then it starts to lift around the sides. The whole dip nail will pop off. How do I prevent it? I’ve cleaned my nail with alcohol before dipping. I’ve roughed up my natural nail. I’m at a loss. Any help would be appreciated. TIA!
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2023.02.02 20:15 Smooth-Owl-5354 How do I ask for nail art at a salon?

I go to a salon maybe once a year so I know kinda how they work. But I always feel like I walk in, they ask what color I want, and by that point I kinda panic and pick one because I don’t know how to ask for what I want.
But also, do I have to go to a fancier place to ask for nail art? I don’t want anything too complicated, maybe just some colored stripes/lines, but is that okay to ask for?
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2023.02.02 18:28 Sea_Cartographer_896 If you don’t like the color of dip..

Are you able to file off most of it (if it’s a light almost nude color) and then put a new color over top without having to soak off? Or will they crack?
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2023.02.02 18:10 SpecialistOk6042 Panny & Mody Chewable Pencil Toppers

Panny & Mody Chewable Pencil Toppers are a type of accessory designed for individuals who engage in oral fixation or chew their nails. They are designed to be placed on the top of a pencil and chewed on as a safe and discreet alternative to chewing on fingernails, clothing, or other non-food items. The pencil toppers are made of a soft, chewable material, similar to silicone, and are available in a variety of shapes and colors. The idea is that individuals can safely and discreetly chew on the pencil toppers to satisfy their oral fixation and reduce stress, anxiety, and other symptoms associated with conditions such as ADHD, autism, and sensory processing disorder. Panny & Mody Chewable Pencil Toppers are also designed to be a fun and playful accessory, making them a popular choice among students and children. They are made of safe, non-toxic materials and can be easily removed from the pencil for cleaning and sanitation.
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2023.02.02 17:50 OliveArtistic673 Stains

I’m considering venturing into dip nails. I’ve previously given up on any nail color due to stains from working as a hairdresser with hair color. I’m so bored and at this point I’m willing to wear black or navy dip just to have something. Also with dip, Can stains be buffed out in between color changes?
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2023.02.02 17:28 MackFenzie The Venlil Vlogger: Dinosaur Drama part 2

First Previous This is a Nature of Predators fanfic.
CW: non-explicit mentions of mistreatment of neurodivergent people
Light streamed into Katie’s window, directly into her closed eyes. She wrapped herself deeper in the covers. She felt vaguely sick, as if she’d had too much to drink the night before, but it was an emotional hangover. She hated conflict, and hadn’t fought with her Venlil friend before last night.
Katie was always careful with what she said about humanity’s customs on camera in front of their alien audience. She was used to the occasional flinch from her roommate when she cleared her throat or laughed too loudly. She was not used to herself being the one to recoil in horror from a cultural difference — if you could even call such a thing as disappearing children a cultural difference!
She groaned and buried her face in her pillow. She’d only been awake for five seconds and her mind was already racing. The Venlil had sided with humanity, at great risk to themselves, ever since first contact. They had empathized with creatures they instinctively viewed as monstrous, and put their entire society on the line to protect humanity, just because they didn’t think Earth deserved extermination.
So how could they possibly not extend that same empathy to children, let alone their own children, who were different? Kids who just needed help?
She plopped her other pillow on top of her head, as if hiding in her bedding could make this go away. Was she supposed to just act normal? Go make breakfast on camera as usual, as if she didn’t know that Vala thought neurodiversity was something that should be destroyed?
Her bladder pleaded that it did not care about her difficulties, only that she got out of bed and emptied it. She swung her feet to the floor and padded softly to the bathroom. Body appeased, she briefly considered a shower but decided the sound of the plumbing would wake her sensitive-eared roommate. She couldn’t face talking to her just yet.
Dressed and hoping caffeine could magically fix all of her problems, she tiptoed down the stairs. Slumped on the couch was Vala. That was strange; she had never slept outside of her room before. Katie stifled a sigh and sneaked her way into the kitchen. She stared at the coffee maker and slowly realized that the whine of the water heater would definitely wake the Venlil on her couch. She grimaced, tossed on a coat and some shoes, and left the house as quietly as she could. A hand-poured latte would make her feel better than the drip from her second-hand machine, anyway.
Vala woke with a start as she heard the front door close. That was odd, she usually couldn’t hear the door latch from her bedroom. She stretched her aching body and was surprised to notice that she wasn’t actually in her bedroom. Why on the ears of Tavsi the Fruitful had she slept on the couch? She pulled something hard out from under her shoulder - her pad. Ah. Right. She’d been researching Predator’s Disease. She had stayed up too late, and must have drifted off. No wonder she felt so stiff.
Katie had been upset with her. Had she left? Just left, without a word? Vala’s ears flattened slowly. Katie had never reacted that strongly, not even when Vala had humiliated her by insisting her boyfriend was a dangerous cannibal.
It was no wonder, really. Vala had expressed some views that she was beginning to think were not reflective of empathy. Her second stomach roiled uncomfortably. She had to do something to fix this.
Vala had been upset by Katie plenty of times, however. It was hard to avoid, with a predator interacting with one of the most nervous species in the known galaxy. Katie had always brought her tea and a snack to make her feel better. Vala could do that!
“Traditional human breakfast recipes,” Vala searched.
Oh, to be shaved in winter, absolutely not. “Traditional PLANT BASED human breakfast recipes,” she tried again.
Much better. Holopad in paw, she trotted to the kitchen to make something Katie would find comforting.
Katie sat on a random stoop and drank her oat milk latte outside. It was freezing, but the cold helped clear her head. She had not imagined she would ever need to explain to Vala that you should care about other people, even if they were different from you — the woman was generally caring to a fault.
Katie’s own society did things she didn’t agree with, too. That didn’t mean that Katie couldn’t adopt a more ethical stance when she learned about them, even if she had once agreed with the societal norm. Vala had apologized to Mike, after all. Maybe just having that positive experience with him would lead her to a more empathetic opinion on neurodivergence in her own society. Or, maybe the Venlil really did think people should be thrown away if they didn’t think like her.
Maybe the chill air wasn’t helping her find a solution at all. She was just thinking in circles. Annoyed, she rose and shook the pins and needles from her frozen legs.
She unlocked her front door to a disaster zone. Splotches of flour and batter coated the counters, the floor, and the Venlil standing in front of her mixer with her tail tucked between her legs.
“What’s all this?” The human woman asked.
“I hurt you last night,” Vala told her softly. “You always make me food when I’m hurt or scared. I wanted to apologize, and make you feel better.”
Katie sighed. “We need to talk.”
Vala’s tail shot out in alarm. She knew from the Earth films she’d seen that “we need to talk” was a phrase humans used before they announced that they never wanted to see someone again. Pancakes would not be enough! She had to tell Katie what she had found out last night and apologize properly before Katie refused to ever talk to her again. She scurried and jumped to make contact with her friend.
“Katie, please, let me explain!”
Katie took a step backwards and sat heavily on the couch. She hadn’t expected the flour-coated Vala to come flying at her in a desperate, powdery leap.
“Okay, Vala. You ready to talk now?”
“Yes, yes,” Vala bleated unhappily. “Katie, I stayed up all night researching Predator’s Disease. I wanted to be able to explain it properly instead of making it worse. You were right, kids are disappearing. I couldn’t find data on treatment plans, success rates, therapies, anything. Just records of asylums and anecdotes on predator attacks. I’m not a scientist but I just kept remembering what Mike said about doubting the accuracy of findings and theories if the research methods weren’t reliable. And the way they wrote about the diseased was just so reminiscent of how the Federation talks about humans, or how Chief Nikonus talked about curing the Krakotl and the Gojids.
“When I was a kid, they taught us the Predator Disease screenings were a good thing, to keep us safe from predators that pretending to be people. My parents said that if I was good, I didn’t need to be afraid of the test. No one ever announced it if someone didn’t pass the test, but some kids left school that time every year, and never came back. My neighbor Hayla left. My parents said she had to go away. But her parents didn’t go, wherever she went. And there weren’t any other kids on our street, so there wasn’t anyone for me to play with anymore. We were eight. She never came back, never. I — “ Vala’s breath hitched on her every word. She tried to keep the tears welling in her eyes from falling; she hated the feeling of the salty moisture in her fur.
Katie had tears in her eyes too. She gently put her hand on Vala’s arm, and listened carefully as Vala took a deep, shuddering breath and went on.
“I don’t know why I’m even telling you about her, I haven’t thought about Hayla in years. I looked at the guidelines for Predator’s Disease, and you were right. Mike would have been taken away if he were Venlil. And I couldn’t find anything on what treatments they do in the asylums, nothing on success rates, or anything other than assurances that people with Predator’s Disease are just monsters who are nothing but a threat. Nothing about learning to overcome challenges like Ashley said, nothing about the sapience of the diseased, or that they deserve empathy too, nothing! Nothing!”
The tears forced their way out of her eyes, and soaked the fur on her cheeks. Katie wrapped her in a warm, strong embrace.
“My — My parents told me. They told me Hayla had to leave for the sake of the herd. She couldn’t— She never used her ears. She never wagged her tail, but she was nice. We played together every day, and then she was gone. My parents told me it was for the best. But… but what if that was a lie? The Cult of Inatala was a lie. The Great Protector was a lie. Entire cultures and genomes were falsified to bolster Kolshian control!
“What if this was a lie, too? My parents said it was necessary. They said it was for the best,” Vala sobbed into Katie’s shoulder. Oh, fruitless harvest! Her traitorous tears were soaking the human’s ponytail. Katie would probably be angry that she’d have to wash the salt out of her hair! Vala hadn’t fixed this situation at all. Some empathetic Venlil she was!
“I know, honey. I know,” Katie whispered, rubbing her hand in circles on Vala’s back. “This must be such a painful realization. I’m sorry, honey. I’m sorry.”
Katie wasn’t pushing her away in fury. She was crying, too, and doing her best to comfort Vala through her own tears. Vala coiled her tail around the human’s waist, squeezing to return the hug.
“I’m so, so sorry for what I said to Mike. I see why you were so upset by it. I should have known. I should have —“
“You didn’t know.” Katie interrupted her firmly. “And now you do, and you’re accepting that new information with an open heart. It’s not your fault that you didn’t know, Vala. No one can know everything. All we can do is the best we can with the information we have.”
Vala felt as if an old wound she didn’t even know was there had been ripped open. The fur on her face itched from crying. But Katie was still there. She didn’t hate her. She seemed to understand.
“You’re not going to break up with me?” Vala whispered.
“I’m not what?”
“In your films, humans say ‘we need to talk,’ when they’re about to tell someone they’re close to that they can’t ever see them again.”
Katie’s shoulders shook with poorly suppressed laughter. “Girl… First of all, that’s usually for a romantic or sexual relationship, neither of which we have. Unless you’ve forgotten, I do have a boyfriend,” she teased.
Vala snorted. “Not likely. I still say he could tear you in half.”
“Yeah, and I happen to like that in a man,” Katie smirked back. “No, this isn’t a friend breakup. I felt really disturbed by what you said yesterday, for all the reasons you just said. I’m a teacher, Vala. I have lots of kids in my classes that have neurological differences, learning disorders. Plus, any kid could grow up to have a personality disorder or other mental health diagnoses, and they’re still all good kids who deserve community and love. It shocked me to hear you talk that way about other people, especially children. But I do understand what it’s like to be taught something that you can’t agree with when you learn more as an adult.
“I’m proud of you that you didn’t bury your head in the sand, insist that what you were taught had to be right, and refuse to accept any new information. Confronting that must have been really hard. That took bravery, strength, and a lot of empathy.”
“I don’t feel strong, let alone brave,” Vala murmured.
“Well, nonetheless you are. I’m proud of you, my friend. And I’m sorry I was so moody with you. I shouldn’t have made that sarcastic dig at your empathy last night, that wasn’t kind,” Katie said.
“It’s okay, Katie. I love you, girl.”
“Love you too, girlie.” Katie rubbed the soft fur behind Vala’s ears gently with her nails, and Vala snuggled closer for the massage. Katie smiled warmly and gently scratched under her chin. Vala flipped onto her back on the human’s lap and closed her eyes relaxedly. “Also, I’m so glad you like scritches. I wouldn’t have ever thought an adult person could ever compare to a kitten but then here you are.”
Vala flicked her ear in mock annoyance — comparing her to an infant predator? Ridiculous! — but didn’t move away from those glorious fingernails, and Katie chortled.
“So,” the human said, rubbing Vala’s belly in an undignified but wonderfully gratifying way. “I hear you destroyed the kitchen in the interest of making food?”
Vala opened one eye and swatted her with her tail. “I’m making pancakes!”
Katie chuckled. “Sounds good. Do you want me to put a pan on to preheat? Are you going to film like usual?”
“Would you mind if I did?” Vala wrapped her tail around Katie’s wrist in a gesture of friendship. “If you’re upset and you’d rather not—“
“It’s fine. It’ll be good to get back to normal. I’ll clean up the explosion, you go grab your gear.”
Vala’s tail wagged in relief and she scampered to find her camera. It was good to be back to normal.
“Today we’re making a traditional human breakfast.” Vala pointed her camera at a carafe of orange liquid. “Now, don’t burn your buds before springtime! I know it looks bloody, but I understand it’s from a fruit. Katie, what is this stuff?”
“This is orange juice. It’s a traditional breakfast drink! Oranges are a sweet citrus fruit rich in vitamin C, which we humans have to make sure to get in our food or else we get really sick.”
Vala’s tail swished with approval. Katie always seemed to bring up the exact points Vala herself would want to emphasize for their wider Federation audience. “Are you saying you humans can get sick from not eating fruit?
“That’s right! Hundreds of years ago, before we had figured out modern medicine, our ancestors would often get horrifically sick from scurvy on long sea voyages, or even over the course of a particularly hard winter. Long before we discovered vitamin deficiencies, someone realized that sailors who ate citrus fruits while away at sea wouldn’t get scurvy. They even called seafarers ‘limeys’ back then, after another popular citrus. Of course, nowadays our farming techniques are advanced enough that we have access to fresh fruits and vegetables everywhere, all the time, but that history is still alive - if a human starts to get sick, other humans will often tell them to drink orange juice for the vitamin C.”
“So it’s a traditional drink and also a folk medicine?” Vala clarified.
Katie threw her head back and laughed. “You know what, I never thought of it that way! You’re totally right. Now, other than the juice, we’re going to have a nice big breakfast because it’s Saturday and that’s what we do on weekends. So, as you can—“
Vala steeled her nerves to interrupted her roommate. “Quick reminder for any new viewers, human custom organizes time into seven day ‘weeks.’ Humans typically work at their jobs for five of those seven days, and dedicate the remaining two to relaxation and family.”
“Right! Sorry, I forget people might not know what some of these things are. I never thought I’d get caught taking weekends for granted! Okay, anyway. I’ve got some blueberry pancake batter cooking in the pan here, which I think is juuuuust about….” she trailed off and poked at the lumpy, pale blobby mass with a flattened stick, frowning slightly in concentration. Then, she carefully wiggled the stick under the blob, and quickly popped it out of the pan and flipped it back in.
“Yes!!!” Katie hoisted her stick into the air in what Vala might have once thought was a violent gesture but now realized was triumphant. “Vala, I gotta admit, I really thought I was going to mess that up and drop the pancake on the floor on camera.”
“What would you have done if that had happened?” Vala asked, remembering when she herself had assumed that humans would launch into a rage at the slightest inconvenience.
Katie smiled and ducked her head as she flipped the other cakes. “Well, I’d clean it up of course! We would make more. And then when I went to bed tonight, I’d relive the moment and never be able to sleep again from the sheer embarrassment.”
Vala’s right ear swiveled towards the human with surprise. “Really?”
Katie widened her binocular eyes directly at her Venlil friend. “Girl. If you embarrassed yourself on camera with an audience of people who might not even like you, are you saying you wouldn’t lose sleep agonizing over that moment?”
Vala ducked her own head, unconsciously echoing the movement the human had made just a moment prior. “Good point, Katie. If you can admit you were nervous about flipping your cake, I guess I should admit I still find myself surprised when you reveal you’re about as tough and scary as I am.”
Katie laughed again and slapped her hand on her thigh the way humans do to emphasize the humor. “Vala, you know by my own people’s standards I’m about as scary as a cupcake? Which, for the folks watching at home, is a lavishly decorated confection.”
Vala butted her head against the admittedly short-statured human. “Hmmm… I think I might need to try one of these ‘cupcakes’ in order to gauge that threat myself” Vala joked.
Katie flashed her teeth cheerfully at her. “Tell you what, let’s wait until after you’ve had your pancakes and see how much you’re in the mood for sugar after that. Speaking of, they’re ready. Let’s go eat!”
As the women piled their pancakes high, Vala asked Katie to talk the viewers through the toppings on the table.
“Well, you’re going for the fruit - we’ve got blueberries, strawberries, and bananas, all extremely popular with us humans. Over here I’ve got some coconut yogurt and maple syrup.”
“Yogurt - that one didn’t translate. Can you explain?”
Katie’s eyes flashed from Vala to the camera and back. “Um, yeah. Right. Okay. So, you know we’re mammals, so as babies we drink milk. Well, we also make milk into other food products through fermentation with beneficial bacteria. Now I’m vegan, so I don’t eat those, but we also make milk substitutes for traditional milk based foods from plants, and this yogurt is one such item.”
“Oh!” Vala exclaimed with surprise. “I didn’t realize humans cooked with their milk.”
Katie visibly froze, spoon hovering halfway between the fruit bowl and her own plate. “Um.” She glanced at the camera again, and then back at Vala. Katie opened her mouth as if to say something, and then closed it again.
Vala’s ears swiveled with confusion. “Are you okay, Katie?”
The human took a deep breath before responding. “I, just, um, didn’t expect this question. Sorry Vala. Look, what I’m eating here is made from a fruit called a coconut. Because it went through a fermentation process with specific types of bacteria and contains probiotics, it’s called yogurt. And this sauce here is called maple syrup, it’s actually a tree sap boiled down until it’s basically pure sugar! You’ve got to try this, I bet you’ve never had anything like it.” She proffered the bottle emphatically, eyes wide and pleading.
Vala decided to go along with the topic change. Katie was usually an exemplary interview subject, after all. “How is the maple syrup traditionally eaten?”
After breakfast, the Venlil turned the camera and microphone off while the two washed their dishes. “Katie, I noticed you looking at the camera when we were talking about our breakfast. Were you feeling nervous about something?”
Katie sighed, put the sponge down in the sink, and carelessly streaked dish suds through her hair in the interest of tucking it behind her ears. “Vala, look. You chose me as a subject because I’m vegan, right? You didn’t want to risk your audience judging us based off of seeing a human eat a vat grown steak on camera.”
“That’s right.”
“Well, it didn’t occur to me until this morning that even plant-based foods might freak people out. Most yogurt is made from animal milk, Vala. And that’s something that I’ve gotten into arguments with other humans about. I don’t eat animal foods because I personally think it’s wrong, and to talk to another human about it, well, the worst that would happen is we get annoyed at each other. But if I explained this in the wrong way to an alien audience and my personal opinions on yogurt got used as war propaganda against my own people, I honestly couldn’t live with that. I just panicked. I knew what I wanted to say, but in that moment I just couldn’t figure out what I should say.”
Vala’s ears swiveled behind her in discomfort. “You were worried that your passion about something your people do that you disagree with could sanction violence against them.”
“I guess.”
Vala could see the tension in her friend’s body and face. She rested her paw on the human’s shoulder comfortingly. “I think… for the first time, I understand how you feel.”
Katie looked up at her, eyebrows quirked. “You’re probably right.”
“Hey, Katie?”
“Do you think I could interview Mike and Ashley again? I just thought… the whole reason I’m here is to challenge my peoples’ preconceived notions and show that predators can be people. Maybe I could help other people to question whether people with Predator’s Disease are as dangerous as we’ve been told.”
“You can contact Ashley and ask. I don’t know if she’ll let you talk to Mike again — he’s her baby, and she'll want to protect him — but if you apologize and explain like you did earlier, she might be willing to speak to you. At the very least, it would give her a chance to understand where you were coming from yesterday. If you write a message, I’ll pass it on to her for you.”
Vala nodded her head solemnly in the human gesture of assent. “Thank you.”
“Of course. You know,” Katie grinned wickedly. “If you let her scratch behind your ears, she might be more willing to do an interview.”
Vala snorted. “You humans are so weird. By the way, does those orange fruits come in other colors? I like the taste but it just looks way too much like blood.”
Katie stared incredulously. “Girl, is the translator not working? The name of the fruit is literally orange. No, they don’t come in other colors!”
Vala squeaked with amusement, and Katie giggled. The more Vala tittered, the louder Katie cackled. Neither of them could breathe for laughter, and Katie had tears streaming down her face. They weren’t quite sure why oranges seemed so funny in the moment.
But after the big issues they’d confronted that morning, it just felt good to laugh together.
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2023.02.02 16:15 theanimebackwhen Tenchi Muyo - Beginner's Guide


As of January 12… 2022,
I’ve seen all there is to consume of the tenchi muyo franchise.
At least the most essential entries that is.
This is all TV series, all 3 movies, the OVAs, and even non tenchi related spin offs that apparently exist in the Tenchi Lexicon.
I know a lot of you guys out there love Tenchi.
You know there’s something to be said about a franchise that still garners enough interest 30 years after it airs to the point where there are still new anime that come out for it every few years.
There’s even more to be said when you think back and almost choke at the fact that it appealed so well,
that it found it’s way onto the most impactful western anime platform of all time..
The cartoon network toonami block.
Smack dab In the middle of DragonBall Z and Sailor Moon.
A lot of it has to do with the art and animation being ahead of it’s time, a lot of it had to do with the fantasy action elements, the absolutely astounding soundtrack; character designs,
but of course the main reason we all love tenchi is cause of it’s character personalities and how they perfectly nailed the dynamic of interaction between all of them.
And of course..
Seeing this little dude have all these women thirsting for him.
There are so many different variations of the tenchi series, and they have transcended multiple eras of anime.
But which one’s are worth watching?
Per usual, we’ll look over the entire history of tenchi,
The good,
The bad,
The blasphemous,
And I decided only to spend elapsed time on the main heavy hitters from the series that most people wonder if they’re worth tossing on the planned to watch list.
Hopefully this video doesn’t go on,
Too long but if it does…
Then watch some of it now and watch the rest when you get a chance.
The foundation for tenchi muyo is different from many other franchises we get into, where it started from a manga or light novel.
We jump right into the cream of the crop off rip with the release of Tenchi Muyo - Ryo Ohki from September 25, 1992 – March 25, 1993 spanning 6 OVA episodes.
Before i continue; there’s a few different pathways one can take to get into tenchi.
All series pretty much stand alone on their own so you can watch anything randomly, or the release order, but then there is technically a timeline of the universe, the chronological order.
I chose to work my way through this in release order.
Anyways yeah this masterpiece The first OVA is literally a perfect gumbo of everything an anime fan loves.
Slice of life, romance, harem, Action, and even a hint of adventure.
One of tenchi’s ancestors stored a demon away many moons ago with a sword, yeah yeah we heard this before.
This demon is sealed in a cave somewhere in the woods where Tenchi and his grandfather live, and a mysterious Tenchi sneaks over there against gramps orders to fulfill his curiosity.
(Sword scene)
You know from a lifetime of watching anime; cartoons and other dopamine stroking fiction..
I can confidentally tell you that it’s never a great idea to withdraw a strange sword from where it’s been lunged.
Alright well sometimes it works out.
This then releases a millennium old demon, the sexy ryoko, and things progress towards the climactic final battle with kagato.
This OVA right here from AIC is the sole reason why most people are Tenchi fans.
It looks amazing even 30 years later, it didn’t overdo it with the harem, The soundtrack is absolute perfection, it’s a well balanced, and strongly executed production.
The only problem with it is that technically the 7th episode is a standalone ova called the night before the carnival, but it nibbled off the heels of the previous episode and often is promoted as apart of the the ryo ohki first OVA.
It kinda kills the continuity, cause after the battle it regresses things back to the house with all the women fighting for tenchi and not much going on on the action side.
Still a very strong episode.
After this There was a rare laser disc only picture drama called Tenchi Muyou! Ryououki: Heianmuyo! Picture Drama – 10 minutes.
Tenchically it came before the last episode of the first OVA, but who really is gonna stop that, to peep this.
Really you don’t need to watch it, but as a completionist, I couldn’t help myself
So after the first OVA and it’s success, it wasn’t too long before the franchise narrowed focus onto a couple specific characters.
The first one was Mihoshi.
A 27 minute special episode about one of her wild escapades.
Not much to it, she’s kinda retarted right.
But it starts off with the typical tenchi muyo stuff, with the gang all around engaging in gags,
until someone challenges Mihoshi’s work ethic as a space officer..
And she contents it by breaking down a story of one the most legendary bust downs she was responsible for.
It supposedly went down in space galaxy history.
I think most people would appreciate this.
The next tenchi release to follow was the sequel to the original OVA, Ryo Ohki second season
The second OVA maintains the energy of the last few episodes of the first one by keeping it mainly a slice of life.
Couple cool episodes in there, but nothing matches the vibe of the first OVA.
In this one you can find stories like the cast taking care of a baby and the debacles that can come with that, an episode about carrots? A mud monster?
My thoughts until the end of the third episode..
then you see why people love tenchi for it’s first TWO OVAs.
Oh yeah my Final thoughts on these is that the soundtrack is some of the best music I ever heard in my life.
Our second breakout character gets her spin off next with the Magical Girl Pretty Sammy OVA.
Let me speak on sasami for a second as she’s the one who stood out drastically from the Tenchi medium.
You’ll see as the video progresses she pops out with her own entries more than anyone else in the series.
I’m not sure if that was some pre moe energy going on or what, but people really gravitated towards Sasami.
And her brand ended up expanding the franchise.
If you ever wanna see a perfect example of an astronomical budget difference between an OVA or Movie and it’s correlating TV series, tenchi universe is the epitome of this. A 26 episode run, and as you can see…
Landed in the west and found it’s way on the toonami network back in the summer of the year 2000. Lord have mercy, that’s an old logo.
To me this is a pretty bit deal. It ran about 4 times back to back until summer 2001.
Theres a drastic difference in production quality in the animation, and the thematical element is slightly less profound.
Ontop of that, despite being based on the original OVA, the actual story of universe isn’t Canon, and it takes liberties in how things come together.
In the first 3-5 episodes Pretty much every main character was introduced in a different way than we saw in the OVA.
That being said, universe is still a solid entry and I gotta go as far as to say from this point forward spoiler alert…
there really isn’t any more highly enjoyable entries in the main tenchi brand past this point in the video.
What I enjoyed in universe that lacked in ryo ohki is how much more adventure was able to be fleshed out due to more time.
There was a lot to experiment with the gang getting the hell outta tenchis house,
going into space and ending up on different planets.
1996 saw the tenchi muyo franchise land it’s first motion picture.
Something weird starts happening to tenchi, and washu quickly discovers that something went wrong with tenchi’s mother in the past and will alter history making tenchi’s existence obsolete.
So the gang goes 26 years back in time.
The thing thing about this movie is that
Magical Project S
Remember a couple entries back when I talked about sasami getting her own OVA special as a magical girl?
Well someone at AIC thought it was a good idea to flip this OVA into an entire series.
So the same year as the first motion picture was the envomitingly under budgeted and strange this even exists: Magical Project S.
There’s not too much to speak on with this, though it’s actually not as bad as you would think. Actually if you’re a really die hard mahou shoujho enthusiast you may even enjoy it more than the average person. The last 7 or so episodes managed to salvaged my interest enough not to rage quit and scrap this entire video.
It’s the same story as as the OVA just expanded, with Sasami being mandated the saviour of earth’s peace thru being a magical girl and all that.
Yeah it’s cool.
That being said..
This has to be my favorite opening theme song of anything tenchi.
This opening is just…..
Tenchi in tokyo.
This next series was initially supposed to be a direct sequel to Tenchi Universe, but evolved into it’s own thing.
The black sheep of the franchise without question.
Shin Tenchi Muyo as it was called in Japan sends our boy Tenchi to school, where he actually gets a girlfriend thats a constant character throughout the series.
The other characters are kinda supposed to be doing their own thing, but there’s still a connection maintained thru a portal washu creates.
Anyways is it as bad as they say it is?
It’s funny I saw someone on reddit say that Tenchi Universe and Tenchi in Tokyo are cool if you like generic 90s TV anime..
and that’s actually the best way I can describe both to you.
It’s just that tenchi in tokyo doesn’t really lend itself to the tenchi franchise and goes off into obscure territory.
Everything from the country barnyard ending theme song and less than desirable soundtrack, changes in certain character designs, and painfully obvious low provided funds to work with putting this together. You may even ask yourself why they made this series in the first place. Out of everything discussed in this video, this is definitely the most Goofiest entry of them all.
Still, there’s a plethora of audience that enjoy this series, so I would recommend completionists to give it a go.
By the way, would you believe this found it’s way onto cartoon network too?
Daughter of Darkness
So we’ve made it to our second Tenchi Muyo motion picture, daughter of darkness. It dropped during the run of the previously discussed Tenchi in tokyo
Quite forgettable, and could have just been a extra story on one of the OVAs, where a girl shows up claiming to be tenchis daughter?
But of course shes some demon reincarnated or whatever.
Thankfully this thing is barely an hour.
Photon the idiot adventures
There were a few anime that AIC put together to carry the spirit of Tenchi, actually they take place in the Tenchi universe..
but these don’t have anything to do with any character in the series at all.
The first one that came out, was 1997s Photon - the idiot adventures.
96-97’ was a busy year for the for the franchise.
With Photon, the animation and art style are a maximization of 90s anime production, also including the soundtrack.
It’s pretty impressive.
If you wanted one thing from this video to watch and aren’t interested in anything else, this is worth it as a standalone.
It’s a 6 episode OVA story about this little overpowered kid whose travelling alongside this woman who happens to be in love with him, actually they get married.
As the story unravels they take on this galactic emporer psychopath whose playing the numbers game on how many wives he can acquire.
And you know what to expect with these sci fi fantasy stories.
The one thing I gotta point about Photon is that it is extremely diluted with comedy, and may be a turn off for a lot of people.
That’s what held it back from me really praising it here, but I still found it enjoyable.
Spaceship Agga Ruter
Did you know that in the tenchi muyo ryo ohki universe, exists a hentai?
Yes, that would be Spaceship Agga Ruter.
There also was a PC hentai game that came out in 99’ for it with the story set a year after the anime’s ending.
Or course I didn’t watch it right?
Uhh yeah so.
There’s that.
Dual Parallel Trouble Adventure
This is what happens when Tenchi Muyo meets the lore of neon genesis evangelion.
Dual Parallel Trouble Adventure is easily my favorite of anything that came out of this franchise.
Ironically, it is the most odd one out from anything else.
It opts out of being a overly comical immature slice of life action or fantasy series, for something rooted in more drama, politics, and pure mech action.
The story for dual centre’s around this kid here who is seeing visions of warfare and destruction. Problem is that these visions are of things that are not there.
Fortunately for him, it isn’t schizophrenia, but unfortunately this leads him to getting sent into a parallel world where there’s a war going on, and he pretty much gets stuck there to GET IN THE FUCKING ROBOT.
All because of the ill mind of a mad scientist. A cool guy who means well, but a mad scientist nonetheless.
Something about this, I have to give a red alert for all my late 90s sci fi anime heads who missed this.
Anything in the vein of eva, crest of the stars, betterma, argentosoma, you know what I’m talking about.
Dual fits right in there.
Just like Photon, if there’s anything you wanna watch out this video if nothing else..
Check out Dual Parallel Trouble Adventure.
Okay lets wrap the 90s up.
Also in 1999 came the third and final Tenchi Muyo motion picture. Tenchi Forever, which was also called Tenchi Muyo in Love 2.
It’s a sequel to the first movie,
Tenchi in Love.
Its also called forever because it was expected to be the final Tenchi release.
This movie was quite forgettable, and a little off, cause it is very serious and dramatic in nature.
I’ve seen some even call it psychological.
Tenchi disappears and then we watch a whole game of dimension bending, and pseudo love.
As Tenchi comes into the 2000s things get weird.
Tenchi Muyo GXP decides to remove tenchi and the gang from the picture completely and bases the story on one of his homeboys instead.
This is the story of Seina Yamada, and his journey through initiation and evolution inside the Galaxy Police. Of course we get the same elements of harem and comedy, as if it’s still tenchi and them.
I wasn’t the biggest fan of this at all. It was mediocre in every single way, from top to bottom including the plot, character interactions, designs, animation, music except for a pretty solid opening theme.
As much as I’d wanna believe that the new millennium helped increase the production quality for this and made it stand out, it actually looks worse than damn near all the 90s stuff.
I wouldn’t recommend this to anyone but completionists.
Ironically, during development of this video and me happening to be on this series at the time, a new GXP anime was announced in December 2022 as in development,
and it’s titled Paradise Begins.
The original came out in 2002, and believe it or not, this thing snuck in the back door of Toonami headquarters in 2012 and actually aired.
Ryo Ohki 3
All I ask from the entertainment I consume,
Is that it entertains me.
Is that so hard?
It’s not that Tenchi Muyo Ryo Ohki 3rd Season had awful animation, or poor directing or only a plot issue,
it’s just so uninspired and feels totally uncalled for.
This is one of if not the most hated anime out of the series, and I feel like this is completely justified.
They tried spicing things up by bringing a character in for Ryoko that would shake up the dynamic of the harem, but
There is no soul in the cast in here, and it made it hard to stay motivated to complete the franchise. Although the last couple episodes started to sorta lock my attention in for a bit, there’s pretty much no point in watching this.
Oh, thank you also for an inspiring soundtrack.
Sasami Magical Girls Club
Unfortunately by the time I got to Sasami Magical Girls Club, I pretty much was over it.
Which is sad cause it really wasn’t that bad.
That being said it wasn’t great either.
This is the third and final Sasami spin off in Tenchi, and technically the final Tenchi Muyo spin off.
It has no actual relation to the main Muyo Continuity, except for the fact that Washu , mihosi and Misao are used as characters. Beyond that, it doesn’t even relate to the Pretty Sammy OVA or Project S series either.
Instead of the previous two Sammy instalments that were mahou shoujhos in the vein of the 90s stuff..
magical girls club brings it to the mid 2000s.
Instead of just being a magical girl super hero kinda thing, these girls are classified as actual witches and that’s the tone of the series.
If you ever seen a show called Magikano, or Lyrical Girl Nanoha..
This would be a Tenchi Muyo blend of the two.
In this one I appreciate how serious it can get at times, where these girls drift back and forth between the world where the witches roam and the human world which is a fancy way to say Earth.
This is different from what I’m used to from these type a anime.
It’s not all about waving wands and blasting magic at monsters and lolipops and cream,
Nah it’s gets kinda real.
In this series Sasami per usual is born with magical abilities, but her parents prohibit her from using them.
When Washu shows up as a teacher at her school, things change.
The 26 episodes are separated into 2 seasons, tho airing back to back in 2006, and maintaining pretty much the same opening theme.
First half establishes our cast, second half gets more dramatic and solidifies a purpose.
Unlike Tenchi Muyo GXP, and OVA 3 to an extent, this is the first post 2000 era Anime from this list to have enjoyable art and animation.
There was solid fluidity of movement, but what stands out the most to me is the excellent choice of hues when it comes to coloring.
War on Geminar
As the sun sets on the 2000s and we welcome the 2010s, it was time for this series to do something totally different. But somethings dawg.. they just don’t change.
Anyways, what would a long running franchise be without at least one Isekai series.
This kid’s name is Kenshi Masaki, and he is our guy Tenchi’s little brother.
And it’s time for him to go on the adventure now.
The difference between this and other isekai is that he’s already transferred into the world and captured by their government for something that reveals itself as the show unravels.
War on Geminar carries the spirit of the vision of escaflowne using a hybrid of mecha and knight amour as battle weapons in a fantasy landscape.
This is indeed a mech anime, and it handled to genre quite well actually.
Tho the polarity of pacing to plot is ridiculously imbalanced, it does feel like the extroverted but serious at times political adventure series needed out of the bunch.
Like the entry before, it’s bulk of value lies in it’s visual presentation and sometimes cinematic delivery.
Ai Tenchi
It’s just never a dull moment with this thing huh.
So here’s whats up with 2014s Ai Tenchi Muyo.
It’s 50 something episodes long, but 3-5 minute episodes of random shorts.
Per usual Washu puts tenchi in a situation in the name of science and technology, so now he has gone undercover to school as a teacher..
An all girls school for the record
With that being said, the possibilities are endless.
Coming off the solid War in Geminar..
This isn’t really the greatest come back after half a decade.
I do enjoy the art and animation, although the character designs have altered a bit.
Again this is another one I can’t recommend to too many people unless you are hell bent on finishing the entire series.
Ryo Ohki Season 4,5
And last and least, I’ll do a dual breakdown of ryo ohki seasons 4 and 5.
First off I’ll just say outside the original OVAs, this is peak tenchi animation.
And a cool soundtrack.
This almost reminds me of the third and fourth seasons of the boondocks. Typically how the animation flows and the expressions on characters faces. And how else do these 2 tenchi and boondocks seasons relate?
They are not good.
season 4 and specifically 5 try and wrap up the Ryo Ohki canon, and lay the foundation for war in geminar..
which by the way is a spin off that already came 12 years prior at that point..
But it just doesn’t work.
If you remember a few minutes back Kenshi the protagonist from war in Geminar,
The 5th OVA starts following his birth as Tenchi’s half little bro. And part of the context is for him to start training cause he’s being sent to Geminar.
But whatever.
Apparently OVA 4 was a big success in Japan, which epitomizes why I feel so disconnected from Anime today cause I just don’t get it.
Everything that makes Tenchi Muyo Tenchi Muyo is gone from this, and even the harem element isn’t the same.
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2023.02.02 16:07 New_Custard_4224 Thin flexible nail beds tip!

Hello DIY gel fam! I’ve been seeing some posts where people’s gel is peeling off even with prep so I thought I would lay out my experiences with doing just a regular gel color enhancement and how I fixed my peeling issues.
I’m someone with genetically Terrible nails. They are so thin that my nail beds are flexible and bendy (plz don’t give me advice on how to strengthen them. They just don’t get stronger and I have really great labs). Because of this gel polish on it’s own on my natural nail beds does not last well. I have impeccable prep: rough up the nail, dry cuticle prep, protein bond, base, etc. just doing gel polish on it’s own doesn’t really work out because my nail beds stay too flexible and it ends up peeling.
My tip: do a layer of builder (soft or hard gel) or polygel on your nail as an enhancement first! You can do it over natural nails as an overlay and do fills on it as your nails grow. This will help bulk up the nail and make it less flexible if you’re having issues with gel color on its own. You just do your prep, apply your base gel, apply the stronger enhancement, wipe off the sticky layer, and shape. Once you have the enhancement looking smooth you can go in with base, color, and topcoat. When you want to remove the color you can just file it off with a hand file or an e-file.
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2023.02.02 15:46 Catstravaganza518 Skipped GBP but surprisingly happy with GB! 😍

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2023.02.02 15:25 Bec_in_action Question: which type of artificial nail is the thinnest and most natural looking?

I’m aware of poly gel, sculpted gel, powder dip, and acrylic but I don’t have experience getting any of them. I strongly dislike the thickness of many fake nails I see. (I’ve done my own nails for years. However, I’m getting married and would like to get them done. My natural nails are thin and break easily so I’m sure I will need some type of extension. Thank you for your knowledge and input!)
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