Without spoiling, I think something we tend to gloss over looking back was that Eva was the one who suggested asking the other students about the poster.
It was Damon’s idea to keep it a secret. He wanted the two of them to lay low, not trusting that the group would take it well if they found the secret first.
And then the Tozu trinkets updated while they were all together.
And then the Tozu
trinkets updated while they
were all together.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
The morning of the surgery, I woke up a few minutes before my first alarm clock. It was set for 6:00am, like the day before when I had to make sure I was dressed in time for the drive to my pre-op appointment a two-hour drive away. But my ride, my medical power of attorney, my secondhand family, had his alarm clock set for 6:15. So I waited until his went off too so he’d have a chance to brush his teeth before I washed the incision area one more time with the special cleanser. Forgetting I didn’t need to wash my hair this time, since I already did the night before, my shower was shorter than planned, and so we still had time to idle before driving the scenic route to the surgery center.
More time to hype up my friends, and more time for them to hype me up.
9:30am finally arrived, and so had we. The door was still locked ten minutes later, so I called the office and the voice on the other end said they’d let the nurse know we were here. My driver and I were let in, I changed into the hospital gown, minutes passed as more doctors trickled in against the weekday morning traffic. They took my heart rate, my blood pressure, a urine sample, and the first doctor tried to install the IV needle into my left hand. She had difficulty chasing my vein, which can happen when patients have to abstain from food and drink before surgery. Needles didn’t usually affect me, but hunger and dehydration probably made me more sensitive, because I did get woozy. The anesthesiologist ended up getting it done in a few quick motions on the right hand, taping it securely in place and running me through all the risks of anaesthesia and all the factors that made it more likely I’d wake up nauseous. And the surgeon quizzed me on the prescriptions she’d listed for me the day before, and what to do about the binder (leave it alone). At my request, my dad-in-spirit stepped out for a moment while she drew lines on my skin.
And then I was ready.
And finally, the surgeons were ready.
I was led into a spacious operating room, and I asked if I needed to strip down before getting on. They said I didn’t, that they’d take care of that. So I stepped on, they covered my legs in a blanket since the room was chilly. I took note of their caps, one with a pig print on it and another with Carebears. I could hear a loud whirring from a machine somewhere out of my periphery while they finished hooking me up, putting an oxygen mask on me, telling me to take deep breaths.
They warned me earlier that the IV drip may sting, but I didn’t feel that. What I did feel was the anaesthesia taking effect, so I said goodnight, I’ll seeya later.
…
I remember going under. I remember a vague sense of the passage of time, like when you take a nap on the couch with the TV on but don’t remember what you were thinking about whenever you wake up.
It took a lot of insistent pestering to wake me, and at first I thought it was my driver trying to wake me. But then I remembered where I was, and I started to respond. Everything felt heavy and cold, but someone put some kind of heater under my legs and it felt so good to warm up again. I was shivering intensely, but the doctors were patient and helped me into the soft pajamas I brought. Pajamas my roommate gave me.
The nausea never came, and when I had tomato soup for lunch and the potato soup for dinner, I couldn’t imagine anything tasting better. I was able to take my first post-op selfie as promised on the way back to the hotel room, where one of my dear friends had sent me flowers. Everyone congratulated me, but once I made it back to the bed with the neck pillow, chest pillow and sleep mask from my roommate and her mother, I was only awake again to eat, drink, take pills or watch day become sunset become night.
And I felt so, so loved.
The the sutures holding my grafts in place and the (admittedly itchy) binding over them were removed this week, and the surgeon was delighted to see how well my nipples were healing this early on. I was still pretty tired from how early I had to wake up for the drive to my post-op appointment, but I was giddy seeing my bare chest in the mirror for the first time.
And, so, here I am now. Still under the care of my roomie, my friends and my family while I wait for mobility in my arms to come back. Able to shower again, as long as I follow instructions. Caring for the incision sites while they heal. Tingling the same way skin does when feeling comes back after escaping the cold. And safe from sweating into a binder through any more summers.
For transparency, it may be worth mentioning that I have a history of ideal health. Compared to my brother, my driver and my friends, I’m lucky that I haven’t even had any side-effects to deal with. No post-anaesthesia high or nausea, no pain even when I tested out going off the prescriptions. But there’s already enough horror stories out there to fearmonger transness with, or to prepare for all the risks and worst-case scenarios; so how about a happy ending to cleanse the palate with this time.
Happy first anniversary to me ☺️💐💚 At around this time last year, the surgeons were waking me up.
“And where is it being held?” It is unclear if it was just how those words would’ve been enunciated or someone actually shifted their head slightly to glance at Ccino. “Why, here of course…” He spoke, beginning to speak more slowly as he felt an odd, subtle wave of ominosity on his shoulders. Perhaps it was just uneasiness that sprouted at this peculiar time, or maybe there was something… more enigmatic going on, and he couldn’t pinpoint it. He stayed rather cautious, and sipped his concerns away. Someone seemed to give that answer some regard. “…And as long as you are ‘here,’ you are still 'somewhere,’ you would say.” Although phrased like a statement, something indicated it was meant as a question. Perhaps it was the vague sense of an expectant stare on him. Putting his cup down, Ccino doesn’t do much else but let on a small nod, then really listened. Everything felt… muted. Drowned out. Though quietness and this sense of anticipation weren’t things that put him at ease, his subtle tensions nullified it. His shoulders rolled back before he leaned again, sitting down more laid-back. “Well. I’d prefer to be ‘here’ or ‘somewhere’ rather than ‘nowhere’—” Ccino responded, swirling his coffee— “…You understand that. Don’t you?” “Oh, very much so…” There was something heavier behind those words. The corner of a frown could be seen from under the familiar shape of that headpiece that he didn’t, and perhaps wouldn’t, quite recognize.
And then she was gone.
And everything else was still here. Everyone else and himself were still here.
…Yeah, I caved at the event. The Archivist herself made a few guest appearances at the Violet Banquet, so I guess that means this would be a good time to reveal this piece of concept art I’d been holding onto.
The true face of @utmvarchive isn’t actually Blueberror. He just answers the outsiders and prints her research so it doesn’t vanish every time she does.
After being extended by two days, the Violet Banquet’sbeta run has now concluded.
That means I can now share the Google doc I’d made to document events as they happened. Expect this doc to have more content over the next few days– there’s still a lot of scenes and subplots left to add summaries for, and I knew by the end of the first day that I wouldn’t be able to write down everything without the help of other attendees. Thank you all so much for the help, by the way. This workload would’ve felt impossible by myself.
So if you missed out on the Violet Banquet 2025, the UTMV group rp event held over the 9th anniversary of Muffet’s Love Ball, here’s a chance to catch up on everything you missed.
Also expect some bonus content in the future. There is already at least one epilogue/spin-off underway, as a follow-up arc for one of the guests.
my first attempt at drawing Asimirus for myself, sketched on another page of a notepad I was using for a scoresheet while playing dominoes with my grandparents.
I’m gonna take this opportunity to give a shoutout to Asimirus, as in Assimilation Papyrus, created by @mechagic and (unless I missed anything) adopted by @tv-channel-x!
I’ll have to ask for permission before sharing a link to a lore draft I was linked before that they wanted to fix the writing in, so I’ll paraphrase a summary:
There’s meta reasons why Papyrus hasn’t gotten as much attention in Sans-focused AUs, but what about lore reasons? Let’s say there’s a Papyrus going around and… absorbing alternates of himself into his hivemind… and every time this happens, everyone else’s memories of that Papyrus are also taken away.
Sharing some UT/UTMV google docs and pdfs as I love collecting those like marbles. Will add more if I find more (you’re welcome to suggest/share new ones if you have them!)
Negativetale has a namu.wiki page. I’m having trouble finding an online translator that’ll cooperate with webpage links, so translations will have to be copypasted or transcribed manually.
Next are two AUs that I think were popular in the Korean fandom, but I’ve been having trouble finding sources for their anniversaries or lore:
Underfic is by underfic_kr on Twitter and there was a screenshot of what I think was the lore, but I can’t get the post I found to load anymore, and I don’t have a Twitter anymore so I can’t view the profile page to confirm.
Undermir is by rapin091 on Twitter (dead account) and all I’ve been able to find is fanart by other artists.
New Meme Alignment Chart came to me in a fit of Mania this morning. Have fun kids!
This post is less than 24 hours old and I am having a GREAT time rifling through the notes and seeing everyone’s OC’s and series I’ve never heard of. None context with left tag screaming.
Happy slightly belated one-year anniversary to this meme! Please keep sharing the blorbos.
…Adler’s said she never told him what he saw on the other side… but what if we were playing as Falke in the opening scene?
You climb down the hole that’s supposed to look the same as the one to the red gate. In fact, you can even make out that we pass through the same gate in the blizzard. That could’ve been what Falke was seeing when she picked up Ariane’s bioresonant signal. Elster’s descent was Falke taking the “infection” back with her as she relived their memories secondhand.
It’s thought to be a representation of Ariane broadcasting LSTR-512’s memories to LSTR-S2301, and that could still be true. The ship is from Elster’s memories, while Rotfront is from Ariane’s. Bioresonants can act as each other’s radio towers, so it could’ve been through Falke that 512’s memories were transmitted to S2301.
That… might… reinforce the idea that Artifact is the true ending, being the one in which we bypass killing Falke.
So this was originally a Discord conversation, but I thought I’d share in case it helps anyone else inexperienced in color theory with picking more colors for a design. (I also do this for coordinating my own outfits, by the way.)
With any two colors (X & Y), you can then make a copy of either color in the shade of the other. So you have Colors X1 and Y1 in their original brightness/saturation, and then Color X2 would have the same hue as Color X1 but the same brightness and saturation of Y1 and vice-versa.
Sometimes, you can then just middle out another color between X1 and Y2 or between Y1 and X2. But if their hues are too close to opposites… you’ll just get grey:
…So try middling out that shade of grey with the matching shades of X and Y to make a gradient:
…but what if you also want more hues? Well, you could… middle out your X colors and your Y colors, then… shift X3 and Y3’s colors toward meeting in the middle by making them both either warmer or cooler hues. In this case, by making the cyan a little bluer and the red a little pinker by the same degree…
…the new mid-color could then be what you get from mixing a shade of red or pink with a shade of blue of cyan: purple.
And if you decide the new set of colors doesn’t look harmonized enough, all you gotta do is lay the new middle color over the others at… let’s say half opacity:
…Now that’s a pretty harmonious color scheme. Another win for bisexuals. From here, you can make just minor adjustments to each color, maybe resaturate that second pinkish-reddish a bit.
And for fun, let’s see how it’d look in comparison if, instead, those last three colors were warmer by making the third red more orange and the third cyan more green:
This is just a little hack I use myself when I’m undecided on in-betweener colors.
(I know the bars aren’t all matching widths, it bothers me too, these were just what I threw together at the time for someone in chat)
