we know from whatever book (Flashback??) when Cassius said Sophie's telepathy works similar to empathy, then from Legacy (?) when Sophie's mother is revealed to be Councilor Oralie that her empathy enhanced her telepathy to be able to work like that.

now lets examine Keefe's new abilities a little closer.

- ability to tell what someones ability is before manifesting

- ability to manipulate emotions with commands

- ability to sense emotion without physical contact

knowing that your “dormant” abilities in your genetics can influence your actual ability(s), we can make some theories.

lets break these down one by one.

- ability to tell what someones ability is before manifesting

this one is a combination of descrying (to sense the potential ability) and empathy (to sense the specific ability). its basically what each ability does, combined and enhanced

- ability to manipulate emotions with commands

this ones a bit trickier. it has to be a combination of abilities that have to do with emotion, manipulation (will), and power in speech. theres only one ability that has to do with emotion—empathy—the one he already possesses.

next, manipulation and will. most likely mesmer. mesmers have the ability to sense and manipulate someones will, essentially what Keefe is doing but centered on emotion (thats where the empathy comes in).

lastly, power in speech. in Unlocked, Councilor Noland (vociferator) claimed that Keefe's ability was not a vociferator. Councilor Alina never said anything about not being a beguiler (as far as i can see). a beguiler is essentially a mesmer but centered on emotions. the most likely combination of abilities for this one so far is beguiler & empath, although it could just be greatly enhanced. mesmer may also be in the mix, although its both unnecessary and unlikely.

- lastly, ability to sense emotion without physical contact

the most likely ability here is simply enhanced empathy. no other ability i can think of (besides possibly enhancing himself with that ability??) would combine to cause this. additionally, we know that he could already do this with Sophie's emotions on his own

summarized version: i think he has a couple of new abilities, all with empathy as the root but combined with other abilities (similar to how Sophie's telepathy has empath quialities and her inflicting can be targeted in a lazer). i dont remember if Councilor Alina said anything about him being a beguiler, but if he isnt that then his ability to command emotions vocally is likely a combination of empath, mesmer/beguiler, or vociferator (possibly with his existing polyglot ability to give his voice power if not one of the other two). his ability to tell someone's ability before they manifest is a combination of descryer (for the potential) and empathy (to target what hes descrying)

I really think it's important to give credit where credit is due but for example, on tumblr you can always @ someone...but then I feel like I'm calling for attention!!! Or like I'm coming off as "Oh I mentioned you!!! You have to reblog this!!!" when that's not it!!!

Like I know that's the simplest way to give credit. And when just tagging someone, most of the time I know it's a simple "I'm thinking of you" or "I think you'd like this!" and that's definitely how I see it but I know that I'm a chaotic lil gremlin who likes collecting everything as "I absorb everything in sight". I know other people are more particular about what they toss up on their blogs.

I usually just put url names so then people KNOW who's the person with said idea first and then link the specific post so then the person doesn't need to feel like they have to like or reblog my thing as I'm just trying to give credit and the source.

~hee hee~ I'm behind on my posting promises because I had to jiggle around scenes again. I uhhhhh don't write scenes in a linear fashion so sometimes piecing together a chapter is sort of like making a patchwork quilt. Gotta make sure everyone necessary gets their lil square...

I'm going to post what is I guess a story relating to my personal experiences being on this earth. This is mostly for my benefit. Look if you want I guess, but just know that there will be some potentially triggering stuff, but I don't know what it is, so I can't tag it right now

My Life as a Monster

You stare at me like I'm some sort of beast, a thing merely meant to be caged. Something you feel the need to be protected from. You watch, knowing that I can't get you from your bedroom window, at the spectacle you think I am. You aim your camera at me, the flash reflecting off the glass I sit behind, as you film and photograph me for no other reason except that I'm here. When I'm among you, you stare at me with mocking gazes, your eyes becoming yet another set in an endless number of pairs that make their way to dig into mine. No matter how well I think I'm camouflaged, you always sniff me out, and then you let me know how I'm unwelcome here.

I'm especially afraid of women. All humans my same age startle me, but women more so. Women have always been more scornful to me. They told me how unwanted I was for me to hear. They shunned me from their groups, leaving me an outcast as a child. Women do not like me, I know this as fact.

Their actions are always deliberate. Humans make it a point to leave me out, to the point I feel I'm not one. I may have lost my humanity, turned into a beast, or maybe both at once, but I know for certain that there are times where human is something I'm not. I may be the monster stuck inside a human husk that I think I am, or perhaps I'm an outcast being overdramatic, but I know that humans do not like me. I do not fit in. I am but a beast.

As if being ostracized as a child wasn't enough, you continue to gawk at me. What have I done to receive your judgement? Why must you hunt us beasts? Mother doesn't understand why I don't leave the cave, as if I ever could. If I leave the cave, the humans will stand watch, waiting to scout me out.

My existence is a worldly secret, and a secret I shall stay. If I seek out a place amongst the humans they will reject me. No human will want me as a partner or friend. I am a beast in a world where existence is a joke. To avoid their mocking eyes, the cave is where I stay.

I know humans are resilient beings, that they can choose to change, that acceptance of us monsters is not unheard of, but I do not depend on it. When you've lived the life of a beast, you prepare yourself for scorn. Your hopes mustn't be up too high, else you'll fall and break your horns. I wish I was the fuzzy, colorful beast that humans love, but I am not. I am a dark, shaggy beast, with curled, antler-like horns, fangs, claws, and eyes that glow white in darkness. I am not a friend to them, I am something to be hunted.

As much as I love being my beastly self, I fear being myself is what's causing my downfall. I don't want to change to make myself palatable to the humans. They do not deserve it after what has happened to me. Even so, a monster like me still wonders what connection can feel like. To think some humans tolerate me, like me even, but they live too far away... I wish I could be with them.

However, this is no longer the case. Past human friends have betrayed me, apart from one. I have no true desires to befriend humans. As my grandmother once told me, I'm "too monstrous and hostile" for friends. I'm to monstrous for everyone. I'm too monstrous for myself. The human body I reside in is just a defense from the humans around me. I feel no true, meaningful attachment to this body.

I am the metaphorical version of a kitten that wasn't socialized. I cannot connect with others. I do not connect with others. I'm not meant to. I am designed for solitude.

I'm just a creature who's strange. I know I should care not of what others think, and yet I still do. I care because I am afraid. I am still afraid of humans my own age, especially women. If I could get everything I needed without leaving this house, the world would never see me again.

I am such an irrational thing. Here I am, a potential gynephobe who's a lesbian being encroached upon by a beast. Here I am, knowing most people don't care about me, yet I still care enough in case they press record again. Humans could be nice, but I must distrust them for my safety. They'll never know me well enough to know this. I must make sure of it.

I feel it has gotten so hopeless that my younger sister feels that she needs to intervene. She does a lot of talking for me. She pulls at my arms to try and get me to speak with humans. Even if it was a joke, it made me realize how hopelessly helpless I am. She feels I speak to no one, and she is right.

Worst of all, I know that I must change. Eventually I'm going to have to provide for myself. I don't wish to tell mother of my beastly affliction, though I have no reason not to. I suppose I am a cautious beast. How cautious is too cautious I wonder?

The beastly affliction is affecting major parts of my life. I remain in the cave all day. I speak to no outsiders. I rely on my little sister too much. My mother says she feels she has failed me. I do not wish to be a defective child. I do not wish to be a beast. I wish I could cry beastly golden tears until I'm washed clean of my beastly essences.

I am a pathetic beast. I am not strong. I am a lowly creature. I am a strange thing that cannot be understood. I shall forever remain a beast, and society shall forever hate me.

I feel I am stuck in place. I don't often think about my beastliness, but when I do it feels paralyzing. I don't know what to make of it. I don't know if it will change. I turn 20 in three days and I'm still the beast from when I was 16. I'm still the monster, I feel I forever will be. I feel the world has gone one without me, but I'm fine with that. I know nothing else at this point.

goooood morning my sunshines! happy weekend to everyone, i’m happy to say i’ll be around & working on my queue & will probably be posting a couple memes today! i hope everyone has a very fantastic weekend

my two favorite ads i have received on tumblr recently

would it be sacrilege of me to say that i am kinda hashtag Underwhelmed by the percy jackson show

I mostly like living with other people but if they don't stop stealing my food I will explode.

The worst part is that no one will admit to it, but there are only so many people who have access to our fridge. We've also had stuff mysteriously appear in there that no one will admit to putting there. I almost wonder if my roommate's friends she invites over sometimes are to blame, because surely she wouldn't lie to me about this? And she doesn't have much of a motive to lie about who the moldy tupperware belongs to, considering we've all made that mistake and no one gets mad about it.

I'd just really like my food to stop disappearing, okay? It's always the good, expensive food too. Regular food thievery is bad enough, but stealing food from someone with food restrictions who A) can't easily get more and B) has to pay three times as much for food as everyone else? Really fucking uncool.

Yes, I know the mature responsible thing to do about this is have an actual conversation with my roommate. But I'm not going to do that, I'm going to continue quietly seething.

Sometimes I think now and then about uploading more speedpaints of my art on here... I haven’t for the longest time cause I didn’t know how to watermark them 😂 but I recently took the time to figure that out (and if I forgor already I can figure it out again asdlfkjSDLKJSDGS) I keep going back and forth on it because most  of them... well the quality is kinda crunchy? Its not going to be some 4k looking masterpiece, and especially some of the smaller details might get lost in translation (Clip Studio’s Speedpaints especially are always crunchy 😔) IDK if I’d still upload them very often, cause If I record them raw with OBS i actually have to. ya know. VIDEO EDIT (Sometimes I listen to the same songs on loop for 3 hours and I gotta silence their screams of pain xD) But eh I think it could be fun. If i did they also probably wouldn’t have any music. But IDK if ya’ll have any braincells about it I’d be interested to hear. I make no promises either way because I could just decide its not worth the effort ^^;; but I felt like rambling about this on main so *throws this down like a cake on pavement*

MCCOY: Look, Jim. I know what it means to you to lose a crewman. KIRK: That's only one down, Doctor. 

love how apart from seeing that Kirk is angry with McCoy in this moment, you can also tell by him calling McCoy “Doctor” three times in like one minute

and then he has time to cool down (and honestly the few seconds where he kind of awkwardly walks toward McCoy and prepares himself for an apology are so funny, but also so true and real) and he stops being the captain for those few seconds and

and switches back to “Bones”

but now McCoy is like

“Yes, Captain?” because he doesn’t know what to expect

and Kirk smiles and tells him “I shouldn't have chewed you out. I'm sorry.”

and all’s well~

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ANYWAY despite how I usually throw up a bunch of screenshots and such of undertale/deltarune news stuff when it comes out- I’m probably not doing that this time since I don’t really have anything to note/add to any of it haha There’s a lot in this Papyrus Q&A (and thus screenshots) and it is very lovely and charming! It’s nice to see those skeletons again. For those who haven’t looked through it and have interest, here’s the link to the Papyrus Q&A answers page

i can’t help but feel like a bad friend right now even though i know it’s not my fault. but my best friend is studying abroad right now and sent me the sweetest message about how she finds it hard to be herself around the girls she’s there with and misses me and really values our friendship. but when i studied abroad last year i truly consider it the best part of my college experience and felt the exact opposite because i wasn’t closeted on that trip. even though my best friend knows im gay, she’s straight and doesn’t understand a lot of my struggle with my sexuality on an everyday basis, we barely talk about it because neither one of us really knows how. even though she’s definitely supportive it’s a bit of a barrier between us at times because of that disconnect. and it’s not that i didn’t miss her while i was away, but i felt so free on that trip and was able to be myself with my group + roommates in a way that i can’t even do with her. she’s my best friend first and foremost (i hardly talk to anyone from my study abroad now that we’re back at school actually, so it wasn’t ever that we were better friends. just easier friends?) and i feel so guilty that our experiences were so opposite and i don’t know how to talk about it or comfort her now that she isn’t having the best time

if i really scratch my head i think maybe the one thing all of this could stem from is mere discussion of the fact that talia and selina's histories with bruce sort of operate in the reverse and inevitably that factors into any contention with either relationship. like it can't really be helped that bruce and talia were married very early on into the latter's history and that this is integral to analyzing talia's entire dynamic with bruce, her evolving perception of her own place in the world, and her eventual decision to break free of bruce entirely. the constraints of a marriage with bruce as desired by her father are foundational lore to the early aughts of her character in a way that selina's settled domestic life with bruce is not. if we're talking about the golden age what was foundational to selina's dynamic with bruce was his ability to recognize above everyone else her consistent capacity for mercy despite her villainous goals on the surface. in post-crisis that was translated along the lines of a class struggle specifically. the villainous goals were interpreted to represent a defiance of men and the state and their collective violence, and they also formed a means of survival. what was initially merely a recognition of selina's capacity for mercy now became a potential recognition of bruce's own hypocrisies. selina acted as a symbol for petty criminals in gotham whom bruce would otherwise have written off as immoral wholesale bc to him the law was the law. and the remarkable thing about it was that none of it required selina giving even an inch to bruce. she was who she was and that was what made her utterly compelling to him. it's not a slight against selina that neither marriage nor a close civilian relationship formed the basis of her relationship with bruce and i don't understand why anyone would take it as one. marriage and domestic life for talia was a mark of the utter tragedy of her relationship with bruce. it was a fantasy and a delusion and it could never have given her what she wanted nor lent her any kind of agency in the long term. and i think when we meander into the realm of comparing the relationships we really start to diminish why certain aspects are important to either. why are the various patriarchal restrictions on talia's agency so integral to her character arc and its exploration of freedom? why is selina's existence in a sphere of life entirely distinct of bruce so integral to her character arc and its exploration of class? the constant back and forth between shippers on either end trying to equalize in terms of what either relationship has gone through in canon like it's a checklist to romantic validity is a bit absurd and i wish we would move away from it when analyzing the relationships or the characters

OH had neglected to mention but I have finished Draft One of The Creative Endeavor!! And am now going to spend the rest of my life editing it lol, but if I finish it before I finish my disseration I'll count that as a win

Went from playing a survival horror to fucking living one because I was playing Alien Isolation in the dark for Full Experience, and my kitty Ceviche showed up at the back door so I paused to let him in, already being on edge from being hunted by a xenomorph

AND THEN THIS CAT COMES IN AND DROPS A FUCKING DEAD MOUSE ON THE RUG IN FRONT OF ME 😭😭😭😭