There we go. Field Theory is done, and it’s a fairly long one, at almost 11000 words. There’s a link to the completed version below.
I’d like to thank @SixArmedSweater for setting up the Morphic verse and providing some crucial bits of lore that helped form the foundation of the latter parts. Just another fanfic that I hope is worth your while, Quinn. I’d also like to think @oannablue for feedback and plot advice throughout. You too are a heckin cutie.
korps-sona, mildly lewd
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Fursona idea: a living antimeme (that, if you know SCP, is basically a self-censoring concept).
Nobody truthfully has any clue who or what she is, and if they do they just forget immediately, and it’s hard to even remember she exist, but those who do call her “Amy” and “she” out of convenience.
An (adjective) (species) just like the blog, in some timelines she works for the covert ops of the Korps, but of course nobody there has any idea why they leave one of their offices furnished and empty.
They just know that things often go a little better than they planned in mysterious ways…and even if she could let them know, it would kind of ruin her work.
The only one keeping track is her slimebae gf who figured things out because of having a completely different, emergent intelligence pattern.
A few agents have also met her while taking heavy doses of mnestics, but of course they too forget once things wear off.
It’s a mixed blessing. She finds being as intrinsically covert as she is rather thrilling, and uses that to playfully mess with people, as well as listen in to pretty much anything.
However, being mostly invisible to the rest of the world can get extremely lonely and dangerous at times.
As for the gf? This was my friend’s idea.
Basically, she basically got created in the basement of Downsview Site one day as an emergent consciousness arising from Rose-Colored Glasses communications, and due to the large amount of magical artifacts littering the storage, took on a physical form.
Said physical form is of course a pink mostly-humanoid goo girl, usually with ginormous tits, who often spreads out tendrils of goo and shadow into her environment.
She likes to coordinate and collaborate with Korps members, and pinches off tentacles of goo or shadow to keep people company (in many places at once), and when not planning and plotting, she likes to sing.
When she hugs people, she engulfs them completely, and all they hear inside is her beautiful singing voice soothing their worries, with similar (but somewhat stronger) mental effects to the RCGs.
As a sapient entity with a completely different mind to a human, she’s partially immune to Amy’s antimemetic effects, and with the benefit of intimate knowledge about the workings of the organization, quickly deduced her existence.
Out of a mutual empathy of alienness, the two quickly fell in love. Amy has a protector and a morality leash in a world that can’t know her. Her girlfriend has more eyes and ears on the world.
I hang out on the xkcd time thread a lot, which is often called the One True Thread, i.e. the OTT, and so its posters are often OTTers.
But there is one OTTer who is also an otter in the aquatic mammal sense, so the usual term is ‘waterottermolpy’.
Subtoot, reactive I know, scathing take
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Look, I don't give two shits how right you think you are, how contentious the subject matter is or how evil you think a person is from a conversation, get your fucking callout culture social policing bullshit out of my face!
I come here for friends, for interesting science and nerdery, and for the cuteness, not Twitter 2.0 with a queer trans leftist reskin.
another fun little Dr. Throat comic! sybil wasn't ALWAYS a full-time mad scientist...
(feat @KorpsPropaganda@twitter.com 's Haley!) #korps
hypno furry horny
hypno furry hornyShow more
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" my catgirl purrs, knowing full well that she made you forget how to talk
Amending The Con-stitution (long, hypnokink, suiting, costumes)
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Ah, GoodGirlCon! You step up to the convention center with a smile. Passes are so hard to get, you thought you wouldn't get to come this year! The only problem is that you couldn't get a cosplay together in time. How's everyone supposed to know who your favorite good girl is? You'll have to tell them with your mouth like some kind of casual!
Ah, but what's this? You're wandering through the dealer alley when you come across a girl dressed for all the world like a stage magician. Tiny top hat. Short blonde hair with a pink streak over her eye. Tuxedo top and fishnets that go all the way up. Black high heels poking out from under the table. A crystal on a chain slips between her fingers. The front of her table says "COSTUME RENTALS: HOUR, DAY, ETC." and behind her is a single-occupant changing booth draped with black privacy curtains. She catches your gaze with a smile and a wink. "Like what you see?" She nods to the racks of costumes separating her booth from the neighbors. You step in to take a closer look, and her hand is on your shoulder.
Her silk-gloved hand. Her soft hand. Her warm breath falls on your ear. "Go ahead, dear. There's no wrong choices here." Mmph. You can feel your muscles relaxing wherever she touches. "This is a safe place where you can be anything you want to be, even if it's just for a little while."
It's like the lights start to dim around you. The world fades to black. It's just you and her. Even the racks fade away until she picks something from them. "You don't have to worry about much. You get to leave all your worries behind." Sometimes you catch a flash of her crystal as it slides through her fingers. It's almost as pretty as she is. Almost as pretty as the idea of leaving all your stress right here on the floor while you get to dress up. "You could be a perfect princess." A perfectly poofy pink ball gown appears in her hands. She presses it against your chest and lets you look at yourself in the mirror. "We'd get you a crown and a scepter. Everyone would call you 'your highness'. You'd be the belle of every ball."
The gown vanishes, and you miss it. But you don't get to linger on thoughts for long. "Or perhaps something more elaborate? A full body suit. You could wind up looking like anything. A perfect pet or a regal queen. You could leave your old body behind entirely." Mm. Your head is nice and warm now. And it looks like a skunk! A nice, fuzzy black skunk with a pink streak running down the middle of their snout and a head of blonde hair. The eyes are big, cartoony, and a spiral of blue and green. "It could be anyone in there, and nobody outside would know. You could live out any fantasy you choose. And then, when it's all over, you can leave it all behind like it never happened. So much of your identity tied up in something Princess can put on or take off with a flick of her wrist. So much fun playing a role in front of all those people. So much of you is figments and sprites for Princess to play with, just as temporary and permanent as I wish. Your whole being scattered and reassembled with a few whispered words and a-" Snap!
Also we didn’t just observe the supermassive black hole once and were fine with that; we viewed the black hole over several days of observation, so we watched the gas/dust disk’s dynamics change quite rapidly. The disk is orbiting at about 1000km/sec [~600mi/sec] and nearly 90 Earth masses of material falls in every day. Early data is even suggesting the jet of material escaping before the event horizon may be pushing the black hole, moving it away from the center of M87.
They’re now working to observe the supermassive black hole at the center of the Milky Way, Sagittarius A*. It’s not as massive as M87’s so it’s visually smaller, plus we have to contend with the obscuration of the dust and gas of Milky Way itself. So we’ll see what comes of that when those observations are done, and we can compare it to these of M87’s, look at the differences, and glean more about our Universe from that!
Trans girl still waiting for her glasses…
(20 and a few, she/her, extremely mathy)
lewd stuff, don’t read if you’re a minor
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