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It’s time for an ask session again
Can ask both about SI and Inconstore, also can ask stuff that’s not in the list too
Whump Ask Game
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What kind of whump is your favorite to write?
What kind of whump is your least favorite to write (although you still do write it)?
What kind of whump do you absolutely refuse to write?
Is there a kind of whump you wish you could write better?
What character or characters are your favorite to do whumpy things to in your writing?
What character or characters are your favorite to turn into caretakers in your writing?
Have you ever written whump inspired by personal experiences?
How many whumpy stories do you currently have published online?
Which of your stories has the most whump in it?
What is your favorite whumpy story you have written?
Share one of your favorite whumpy scenes that you have written.
What is one of the strangest things you have had to research for your whumpy writing?
What is the most recent thing you have researched for use in your whumpy writing?
Has any of your whump research ever come in handy in real life?
Are you ever hampered by your lack of medical knowledge when writing whump?
Has anyone ever called you out on an incorrectly written medical or whumpy scene (such as telling you that the character would have bled out long before help arrived)?
Do you consider character death (that is not reversed) to be whump?
Do ever rely on magical cures or deus ex machina to resolve whumpy situations?
How long have you been writing whump?
What was the first fandom you wrote whump for?
What fandom would you like to write whump for, but haven't done so yet (due to not knowing it well enough, etc.)?
Do you have any particular songs or playlists that help you get in the mood to write whump?
Do you write whump for OCs or just canon characters?
Do you have any whump pet peeves? Meaning things that just bug you when you see them in a fanfic.
What advice or wisdom would you like to share with other whump writers?
what do you think about, when you think about love?
Hello there doctor, it's me, operator Phantom. I've become stranded outside of Trimounts, having misplaced my wallet. I need you to wire 300 distinction certificates to the account I have linked below so that I may make it back safely to the landship. Once I have returned, I will pay you back with interest. Thank you.
Ferdinand you scamp! How could I fall for this ruse when Operator Phantom only ever delivers his messages in suspiciously red ink letters carried by ravens? He doesn't even know what a computer is! I'm telling Saria to cut your pay.
saria's wardrobe was basically under constant siege during their 20s
(top image is from my au comic<3)
Your name is Kristen Wright. You’re barely 10. You’re at the outdoor funeral for your parents, a pair of genius scientists that Terra will never see again. You’ve spent the last two weeks giving false smiles to women and men who pretend to grieve them while spending every moment they think you’re not looking lauding them for their ‘foolishness’ and ‘hubris’. Sitting amongst a crowd of these intellectuals, your feel nothing looking at their crocodile tears, knowing they’re just happy there’s less competition for next year’s grants. Your new guardian grabs onto your hand in an attempt to grant you a modicum of comfort. You stare blankly at the sky above.
You’ve never felt so alone. You don’t think this feeling will ever go away.
Your name is Joyce Moore. You can hardly communicate anymore. Your best friend killed herself trying to replicate the experiment that gave you permanent brain damage. Every scientist at Rhine Lab now treats you like a child at best, and an animal at worst. Your parents have not come to see you. None of your colleagues seem to understand that you are still you, with a sense of humour, good taste in TV shows, and fucking feelings, god damn it.
You’ve never felt so alone. You don’t think this feeling will ever go away.
Your name is Ferdinand Clooney. You’ve lost everything you’ve ever worked for in a futile grab for power. The department of defense has you by the dick after saving you from a group of Pioneers who (justifiably) nearly beat you half to death. It’s playing fiddle to their whims or the rest of your life in prison - or, most realistically, a tragic accident report. Your aspirations aren’t within your reach anymore, and you know that it’s your fault. You will never be Kristen Wright, and it’s eating you alive.
You’ve never felt so alone. You don’t think this feeling will ever go away.
Your name is Parvis Ahrens. You’re not that old. You’re only 58. But you’re losing your mind. Every day, a little more slips away. You rely more and more on encyclopedic entries for information you took immense pride in knowing from your heart. You’ve spent the last few years focused on the pursuit of progress of all else. As part of this, you manipulated your star pupil in an attempt to permanently get her under your wing, outside of the influence of the Defense Director, a weak-hearted woman everyone else seems to think is cold as ice. She has years of life to change Columbian science. You don’t.
You’ve never felt so alone. You don’t think this feeling will ever go away.
Your name is Jara B. Wilson. You feel like you don’t see the girl who lived for you with so long in Kristen anymore. You’re a washed-up movie star, working for her cause above all else. Do you have anything that you’re working for for yourself anymore? She’ll be gone soon. You know that.
She hasn’t even left yet, and you’ve never felt so alone. You don’t think this feeling will ever go away once she leaves.
Your name is Nasti Londrey. Your people have never had a home. They might never have a home.
You’ve always felt alone. You will always be alone. That’s fine.
Your name is Justin Fitzroy Jr. Your dad died a week ago, and the cure has just been found for the hereditary illness that threatens to cut your lifespan in half. It was found by accident.
The sword of Damacles no longer hangs above your neck. Why then, do you still feel so alone?
Your name is Loken Williams. You reach out to a girl you tortured, who you know can’t remember what you did to her, because you’re going to die soon, and you need someone to remember what you did with your life.
Even if she kills you, at least you won’t die alone.
Your name is Trevor Friston. It’s been thousands of years down here. You just want to see your daughter again, and it will be another thousand until you do.
You’re very familiar with the loneliness that wraps around every single nanometer of your circuit board.
Your name is Dorothy Franks. Your whole family was killed in a Catastrophe. Your name is Elena Urbica. Your whole family, besides your twin sister, has disowned you. Your drive yourself head-first into the sciences to distract yourself from the loneliness.
Your name is Ho’olheyak. Centuries of ancestral memories swarm around your mind. Because of this, your lifespan was cut to a fraction of the life you should be living. You are obsessed with the history of your people, and you resent them from tearing your life away from you. You tear over books and tomes of history to find all means of unspeakable knowledge, hoping that somewhere in there you’ll find something that you can connect to.
You don’t even know you’re lonely.
Your name is Muelsyse.
You saw the writing on the wall. Saria and Kristen just had a massive fight. You’ve been drifting apart since college, but the only two people who you’ve felt a real connection to on all of Terra will hardly speak to each other anymore. Do you try and mend what happened between them? Can you? You don’t know what to do besides take all means to protect yourself in the fallout. You wish you weren’t so paranoid, so self-centered, that all you know how to do is ensure your own safety.
Is there anything on Terra for you besides loneliness?
Your name is Ifrit. It’s cold, and quiet, and you’re pretty sure you’ve killed everyone around you. Your eyes are blurred, you hands are shaky, and shards of black crystal stick out all over your body. Before you pass out, you think one thing:
Hell, you might be alone, but at least those bastard whitecoats got what was coming to them.
Your name is Olivia Silence. You pull yourself out of the rubble in a destroyed laboratory, where you see Saria looming over Ifrit, beaten half-to-death. You beat yourself up for thinking you could trust her - that she was there to protect Ifrit, and you. You can’t trust anyone in Columbia. You run to embrace Ifrit with your entire body, to protect her from the cold eyes of Saria standing above her. You look back at her with nothing but fear in your eyes.
You’ve never felt so alone. You have to get Ifrit out of Rhine.
Your name is Saria. You’re barely 8 years old. You went your father in tears, as a group of bullies came after you and destroyed your toy car. He tells you to stop crying. You’re not accomplishing anything by throwing a fit in front of him. He tells you to fight back - take responsibility for your weakness.
You’ve never felt so alone.
You won’t ever be this weak again.
Staring up at the sky, looking up as Kristen’s ark sends her out through the hole she tore in the false sky, you know that you were foolish to believe you could bypass your own weakness through sheer will.
And you’ll be lonely for the rest of your life without her.
I was aiming for around 10 pages, but I accidentally drew 19... and the chapter 2 cover!! Well, at least it can finally be properly called "Operator Control AU"! Let's give a warm Rhodes Island welcome to Dr. Kirsten Wright...!
Sic Itur Ad Astra, part two, scene one: Something about cats and dogs...
[Read it here]
or, start from the beginning.
The thing about Rhine Lab/Columbia in Arknights as a stand in for america that really gets me is how it has a lot of nuance. Something that's true for Arknights writing writ large of course but it makes their potshots and criticisms of the US that much meatier and more intelligent I think.
The bit about Parvis that's an obvious potshot about nazi scientists in NASA in their early days, talking about The Ubermench directly contrasting with not only Silence arguing that science belongs to the people, but Ferdinand actually acting on it by making sure all the scientific breakthroughs Kristen is taking with her on her spaceship are documented and published.
The way Rhine Lab is entangled in military funding, the reasons why the military is so entangled with military R&D being related to their own running around unchecked and doing coups contrasting with Kristen effectively embezzling all that money to...build a spaceship and explore.
The fact that Kristen tossed aside all morals and ethics to build this spaceship and leave. The child soldier bioweapons, all of the stuff in Dorothy's Vision wrt using undocumented/lower class workers as test subjects that she signed off on. But in launching her spacecraft she quite literally tore down one of Terra's greatest lies, inspiring artists and scientists everywhere.
Idk, I feel like Hypergryph gets it in a way that like, european dev making 'Murica Simulator VR that's just a long gun violence joke won't ever get
Your name is Kristen Wright. You’re barely 10. You’re at the outdoor funeral for your parents, a pair of genius scientists that Terra will never see again. You’ve spent the last two weeks giving false smiles to women and men who pretend to grieve them while spending every moment they think you’re not looking lauding them for their ‘foolishness’ and ‘hubris’. Sitting amongst a crowd of these intellectuals, your feel nothing looking at their crocodile tears, knowing they’re just happy there’s less competition for next year’s grants. Your new guardian grabs onto your hand in an attempt to grant you a modicum of comfort. You stare blankly at the sky above.
You’ve never felt so alone. You don’t think this feeling will ever go away.
Your name is Joyce Moore. You can hardly communicate anymore. Your best friend killed herself trying to replicate the experiment that gave you permanent brain damage. Every scientist at Rhine Lab now treats you like a child at best, and an animal at worst. Your parents have not come to see you. None of your colleagues seem to understand that you are still you, with a sense of humour, good taste in TV shows, and fucking feelings, god damn it.
You’ve never felt so alone. You don’t think this feeling will ever go away.
Your name is Ferdinand Clooney. You’ve lost everything you’ve ever worked for in a futile grab for power. The department of defense has you by the dick after saving you from a group of Pioneers who (justifiably) nearly beat you half to death. It’s playing fiddle to their whims or the rest of your life in prison - or, most realistically, a tragic accident report. Your aspirations aren’t within your reach anymore, and you know that it’s your fault. You will never be Kristen Wright, and it’s eating you alive.
You’ve never felt so alone. You don’t think this feeling will ever go away.
Your name is Parvis Ahrens. You’re not that old. You’re only 58. But you’re losing your mind. Every day, a little more slips away. You rely more and more on encyclopedic entries for information you took immense pride in knowing from your heart. You’ve spent the last few years focused on the pursuit of progress of all else. As part of this, you manipulated your star pupil in an attempt to permanently get her under your wing, outside of the influence of the Defense Director, a weak-hearted woman everyone else seems to think is cold as ice. She has years of life to change Columbian science. You don’t.
You’ve never felt so alone. You don’t think this feeling will ever go away.
Your name is Jara B. Wilson. You feel like you don’t see the girl who lived for you with so long in Kristen anymore. You’re a washed-up movie star, working for her cause above all else. Do you have anything that you’re working for for yourself anymore? She’ll be gone soon. You know that.
She hasn’t even left yet, and you’ve never felt so alone. You don’t think this feeling will ever go away once she leaves.
Your name is Nasti Londrey. Your people have never had a home. They might never have a home.
You’ve always felt alone. You will always be alone. That’s fine.
Your name is Justin Fitzroy Jr. Your dad died a week ago, and the cure has just been found for the hereditary illness that threatens to cut your lifespan in half. It was found by accident.
The sword of Damacles no longer hangs above your neck. Why then, do you still feel so alone?
Your name is Loken Williams. You reach out to a girl you tortured, who you know can’t remember what you did to her, because you’re going to die soon, and you need someone to remember what you did with your life.
Even if she kills you, at least you won’t die alone.
Your name is Trevor Friston. It’s been thousands of years down here. You just want to see your daughter again, and it will be another thousand until you do.
You’re very familiar with the loneliness that wraps around every single nanometer of your circuit board.
Your name is Dorothy Franks. Your whole family was killed in a Catastrophe. Your name is Elena Urbica. Your whole family, besides your twin sister, has disowned you. Your drive yourself head-first into the sciences to distract yourself from the loneliness.
Your name is Ho’olheyak. Centuries of ancestral memories swarm around your mind. Because of this, your lifespan was cut to a fraction of the life you should be living. You are obsessed with the history of your people, and you resent them from tearing your life away from you. You tear over books and tomes of history to find all means of unspeakable knowledge, hoping that somewhere in there you’ll find something that you can connect to.
You don’t even know you’re lonely.
Your name is Muelsyse.
You saw the writing on the wall. Saria and Kristen just had a massive fight. You’ve been drifting apart since college, but the only two people who you’ve felt a real connection to on all of Terra will hardly speak to each other anymore. Do you try and mend what happened between them? Can you? You don’t know what to do besides take all means to protect yourself in the fallout. You wish you weren’t so paranoid, so self-centered, that all you know how to do is ensure your own safety.
Is there anything on Terra for you besides loneliness?
Your name is Ifrit. It’s cold, and quiet, and you’re pretty sure you’ve killed everyone around you. Your eyes are blurred, you hands are shaky, and shards of black crystal stick out all over your body. Before you pass out, you think one thing:
Hell, you might be alone, but at least those bastard whitecoats got what was coming to them.
Your name is Olivia Silence. You pull yourself out of the rubble in a destroyed laboratory, where you see Saria looming over Ifrit, beaten half-to-death. You beat yourself up for thinking you could trust her - that she was there to protect Ifrit, and you. You can’t trust anyone in Columbia. You run to embrace Ifrit with your entire body, to protect her from the cold eyes of Saria standing above her. You look back at her with nothing but fear in your eyes.
You’ve never felt so alone. You have to get Ifrit out of Rhine.
Your name is Saria. You’re barely 8 years old. You went your father in tears, as a group of bullies came after you and destroyed your toy car. He tells you to stop crying. You’re not accomplishing anything by throwing a fit in front of him. He tells you to fight back - take responsibility for your weakness.
You’ve never felt so alone.
You won’t ever be this weak again.
Staring up at the sky, looking up as Kristen’s ark sends her out through the hole she tore in the false sky, you know that you were foolish to believe you could bypass your own weakness through sheer will.
And you’ll be lonely for the rest of your life without her.
Arknights: Reimei Zensou whumplist
Whumpee: Doctor
Synopsis: In the land of Terra, natural disasters of unknown causes have been occurring irregularly in many areas. These ‘Catastrophes’ brought along two things: Originium, a valuable mineral and source of power for certain individuals, and a disease called ‘Oripathy’.
In many countries, the Infected are subject to persecution under regimes of segregation and forced labor. Those who were oppressed by the governments are starting to rebel. This caused the uprising of a group called the Reunion. Rhodes Island, a pharmaceutical company researching a cure for Oripathy, takes up their arms and starts a conquest trying to save all the people from the disease.
Spoilers ahead…
Episode 1: wakes up from coma, barely alive, dazed, concern for him, helped to walk, exhausted, wheezing, collapses, concern for him, tries to talk, coughing fit, carried, more coughing, revealed amnesia, trying to warn someone, exhausted
Episode 2: knife to his throat, threatened
Episode 3: passes out (off screen)
Episode 7: caught in explosion, concern for him, attacked, saved
Hi!!! Dorothy's Vision is here, sooo...here's another piece of MY "Saria pulls Kirsten Wright out of her own bullshit" storyline to match ;)
Sic Itur Ad Astra, part one, scene three: Saria goes on a road trip.
[READ IT HERE!]
Or, start from the beginning.
People joke about Saria being divorced but Kirsten Wright is the Most Divorced Woman Of All Time. She keeps Saria as the official Director of Defense bc she's desperately hoping Saria will come back. She gets mopey about Saria changing her Calcification method bc they worked on the original one together (even though Kirsten was also the one who created the counter to the original and inspired the change in the first place). She can't even remember the full details of why Saria left but is still like "Come on Saria whatever war crimes and ethics violations I committed that week can't be that bad 🥺 it's supposed to be the two of us forever against the world babe"
The only way this woman could be anymore Divorced is if she started dressing like Funky Kong
A samurai does the sword thing but instead of someone dying it’s perfect top surgery
Ferdinand/Parvis
- basically Parvis secretly saving Ferdinand after being kicked out in powersuit after Dorothy Vision event. Using Ferdinand in the secret rhine lab style human experiment. Smug cat turn into scaready cat after getting taste of his own medicine.
Red/Vermeil
- not really a shipping ship kind of ship. But more like BFF ship. Both being super fluffy and introvert hunter friend, fox to wolf communication braincell. Actually my headcanon in my Doctor’s life 4koma.
Silverash/gnosis
- old friend ship
#arknights #arknights ship #ffs someone please give me more Ferdinand content #rhine lab polkadot cat the best
*taps mic*
I wanna hear about your AK rare pairs and why they lodge in your brain, I’m not talking just seldom seen pairings or anything either, I want those DEEP cuts that only you and maybe 2 other people think about
Mine is Croque/Pozy to give you an idea of what I mean
when the composition looks better with speech bubbles but you cant think of any dialogue
little aak “ I want to be a doctor like a dad ! ”
“ My pops was an amazing doctor, and he was all about saving people’s lives. But his colleagues laughed at him, shunned him, and framed him for malpractice, and that’s how he wound up racing down a nasty new path in life ”
I don't even play gacha games, but being on Tumblr I absorb a lot of information about them against my will, and I have to admit it is in fact extremely funny that a. the limiting resource in Arknights is your characters' mental health, and b. the items that restore mental health are a series of increasingly unethical experimental combat drugs, and then you hit the top of the item tier list and the most powerful mental health restoring item of all is an ordinary fast food hamburger.
This is so me lmao
My boss likes to ask me what I'm writing whenever I'm on break, and today I told him I was writing whump for Whumptober
he, being a 50+ man with no ties to tumblr, had to ask what that was
So I explained "it's an online event where a list of prompts is released every year full of various situations for you to inflict physical and emotional damage on your characters". needless to say, i felt like a psychopath as he walked away with a vaguely concerned expression
THAT IS!
Until he came back around a few minutes later and paused by my table to say "what if you whumped someone by sticking them inside of a box crusher and turning it on, but stopping it before they actually got fully crushed? and just keep crushing them and stopping just before they die?"
I bust a gut laughing. I was NOT expecting that from him, but I now know my boss is a savage and would slay at Whumptober
Bonus point if you asking about random lore stuff I post on another blog
Reblog if
It’s 104% okay to come to your DM and just say, “Hi, can we be friends?” And then start asking you random questions.
me: sees a character who's quiet and mild mannered and generally dignified with not a lot of Big Feelings
me: hmmm wonder what it would take to have him curled up in a ball sobbing
we are in a media literacy crisis
alright. in my tepidly professional opinion* here are the actual major red flags with the titanic submersible
first, stuff that people are clowning on that isn't actually a red flag at all
using starlink satcoms for their overall [surface] communications
i know it's fun to clown on elon musk but starlinks are like. Fine. they work fine as satcoms. this is not the issue. none of these problems would have been solved if they'd been using KVH or somebody else instead
also these have fuck all to do with the tiny sub, since radio waves physically do not penetrate water enough to be useful for communications lol
the stupid game controller to steer
it's actually super common to use COTS (commercial off the shelf) parts like that instead of some bespoke steering system.
they're easily replaceable if they break, they're designed to be integrated into larger systems, and you don't have to do a huge amount of design work before you can even steer your thing
here's one example of this. but it's pretty common
that being said. here is the fucked up design stuff that i notice
Where The Fuck Are The Chairs
if you don't have seats inside your vessel, you don't actually have a way of securing passengers during rough movement. i suspect that this makes it very dangerous or difficult to ascend quickly in an emergency.
they have had known issues with communication
[source: the independent]
i will grant that underwater communications is not an easy problem to solve unless you're physically running telephone wires
but this is fucking unacceptable lol
[source: the independent]
ignore the video game controller thing
i presume that they mean "messages in the form of text, sent via an acoustic signal", not "they are literally using cell phones to text each other" because obvs cell phones (and most radio) would not work
it's actually extremely unclear to me what system the sub and the mothership are using to communicate. idk if this is a "technology reporting hard" issue or if these people are being deliberately cagey. anyway they're probably using some form of underwater acoustic communications, but what specific form it takes idk
regardless, the fact that they've had problems with this system in the past is a red flag
and the fact that their sub has apparently no internal navigation system is also a red flag. "not having GPS" isn't really, since GPS doesn't really work underwater (you need radio 😔), but they should have some kind of internal navigation-- at the very least "here is my speed and heading and based on that my expected position is here on a map"
in a power failure situation, they would have been SOL
[source: the independent]
"everything is done with computers" = "nothing works in the event of a power failure"
it seems like AT THE VERY LEAST in the event of a power failure, you need to be able to drop your ballast and ascend quickly.
it is not clear that they had the capability to do that
something weird going on with their pressure hull
[source: nbc]
while it is "normal" for structures that are exposed to regular massive changes in pressure to have fatigue (imagine bending a piece of metal in and out over and over, eventually it will break-- you want to catch and replace that before it happens), it's weird to me that
the vessel's depth rating was downgraded
without any public statement about what repairs were done, it nevertheless went back to the 4000ft depth less than a year later (in 2021)
they obviously have no "black box" system or any way to locate a missing vessel
most boats are required to have this! because most boats are required to be registered with and inspected by various authorities!
these guys deliberately skirted that rule by launching off a boat rather than from a port and therefore avoiding the need to get registered or inspected. lmao!
[source: nyt]
Company Culture Is The Killer
complete disregard for safety is really what killed these people
[source: the independent]
obviously if this is your CEO your company culture is totally fucked. beyond saving. you do not have a regard for human life.
for reasons unknown they didn't flag the authorities that the vessel was missing for hours and hours
[source: the independent]
not that it likely would have helped to save these people if they had been alerted earlier, but it shows a desire to cover up mistakes
and like. obviously. you should get your shit inspected. nobody taking paying passengers anywhere should be allowed to be their own safety inspection authority.
the original sinking of the titanic was what led to SOLAS (safety of life at sea) rules being instituted. they've been updated several times since then, but they don't yet cover submersibles like this, since they are relatively new. it's likely that this incident will cause a new interest in updating the rules. as they say: every regulation is written in blood
*i'm a mechanical engineer who works in the maritime industry, but not like, a particularly related section of the industry-- i do shit with cargo containers mainly. no further info on my credentials will be given since i have no desire to doxx myself on tumblr dot edu. i've tried not to say anything too wrong or out of my depth in this post but my opinion is "guy with an engineering degree who reads news articles" level of informed. so take your maximum grains of salt