#lore writing

[letskeepitlit]

Through Golden Gates, Rain Falls ☔

Disclaimer: I'm not a writer by any means, but i still wanted to write smth out for this AU since my moots's fanfic gave me inspo and well my impulses took over before i could really stop myself, so uhh I'll leave y'all with this before i sleep, again I'm sorry if there's any problems in the story and writing! I'm still learning 😅

TW: BLOOD AND VIOLENCE MENTIONED TOWARDS THE END!

Footsteps. Heavy and metal trudged through the halls of the old cathedral like they've done many a times before, lemon coloured glass reflected onto the stone floors with what little light there is, for here - this hell he bounded himself to- no sun shined; only night conquered the sky. His gold armour and red cape stood out like a sore thumb amidst the greys and yellow of his surroundings, yet his focus was elsewhere as it had been for weeks, trying to drown out the silence best he could to keep his psyche from turning on him.

When he first awoke after his encounter and eventual fusing with the King, everything about his.. Well everything, felt wrong. He couldn't do much but lie on his back and gather his strength before trying to remember how to even walk with little success. Thankfully after a few weeks his muscle memory kicked in, he still felt like he was wearing a very heavy and uncomfortable skin suit but at least the knight was able to move about without tripping on his own feet. Though it only left him with more questions now that he was coherent, it started with his own name: everyone had a name of course, but why couldn't he remember his? D3rlord3 seemed to be his name, but why did it feel incomplete? And who even was he before all of this?

Surely he had a life once, a childhood, a home, friends, a family- anything! A life before the infinite knowledge, the different dimensions, the King, Avery—

… He never did find answers to those questions.

Still he knew he couldn't just stay where he was, something in the back of his mind urged him to explore the world he found himself in, to search for a way to escape in this nonexistent world and find a way back to where he had come from, originally. And during his first few days he did just that, venturing through gate after gate, into dimensions made by the King that now lay abandoned and pillaging them of resources so that he'd at least had a fighting chance to survive. Unfortunately, with no diurnal cycle to keep track of, D3rlord3 opted to scratch on the walls of the cathedral each time he came back from his misadventures instead, using the sharp edges of his tools to make tally marks each time he counted to 24 hours.

121,667 days and 4 months, he tallied, going gate after gate and exploring every inch of the King's domain to find an exit. And finding nothing.

He didn't know how he had survived this long, but he tried to think positively about his situation. After all he was alive, that was something still worth celebrating. Yet with each day spent in silence it was getting harder and harder to manage, it wasn't like he was in good company either. His footsteps continued through the halls, readying himself for another day spent going through different gates made of the same colour, but with his steps followed the faint sound of whispers - high and whiny, they muffle against the thick plate of his helmet- their presence demanded to be acknowledged like they always have, words like slime wormed their way into his ear: trying to feed off of any insecurity it could find and use it against him, trying to drag him into the darkness where it resides, so that he'd suffer for his acts against the King. It was vile above all. But with one hard flick to the side of his visor..

There was nothing, but silence.

D3rlord3 breathed a long, heavy sigh as he loosened his grip on the pickaxe, he needed to keep moving forward. There was no use in dwelling on the past when he still had a future. His armour glinted among the torch light as he exited the cathedral towards the fake town, boating to the next isle and going through the familiar golden gates within the pale planes.

He spent those next few hours finding whatever he could, climbing high upon the giant tree’s branches and grabbing the apples that spawn when he breaks the leaves, bucketing fresh water from the white marbled puzzle room to drink, scavenging for wood and stone in the church dimension to make more tools. Finally, as he walked towards the next gate, for his own pleasures: picking up more books from the infinite library to add to his collection back at the cathedral, for all the trouble the King caused for him D3rlord3 could at least appreciate this.

He was pretty sure without it to keep him occupied in between his time spent exploring, he would have certainly gone insane by month 3..

The familiar feeling of teleportation soon enveloped him. Leading him to his current location, the sound of the towering bookshelves slowly moving themselves through the void occupied him as he climbed one of the ladders, colourful spines lined the shelves as the knight in gold added them to his inventory, book after book the knight continued along silently - avoiding going the same route twice so that he wouldn't get lost like he did the first few times fully exploring the infinite library- his armour felt heavier than usual and the light that encompassed the library simply added to the overwhelming feeling. Far too bright, and painfully artificial. He hadn't gotten much sleep in days, vague memories kept him up when he lay on the floor of the cathedral alone, taunting him with answers only to disappear when he finally grasped it.

He didn't even notice he'd gone the same route twice, perhaps he'd gotten numb, whatever the case was when D3rlord3 blinked up the shelves weren't where they were before: some floated up, to the sides, down and left to create new pathways. But nowhere near the golden gates he went through before. The knight gripped his pickaxe once more, gloved knuckles tightening on the handle as he stood there, he could almost hear the amused chuckle from the parasite in his mind, no doubt finding it amusing that he'd let himself slip after fighting all morning, soon he was retracing his steps back to the golden gates, visor snapping in the direction of the platforms and shelves below when he thinks he spotted something gold and rerouting as soon as he felt like he'd gone the same way twice to prevent anymore confusion. The library, like the other dimensions, might be designed to confuse any other ordinary mortal, but D3rlord3 was anything but ordinary.

Parkouring from platform to platform as the shelves continued to move above and below him, his feet continued to jog along the wooden structures, His mind set forward even if the voices urged him to give up his pursuit, he might be the one in full control of the body but the King was unfortunately just as stubborn, D3rlord3 could almost see tendrils of yellow appear in his peripheral vision. He shook his head each time they get too close, he just had to keep moving that's all, one step after the other, a jump here a jump there, walk the path forward and never any other way. Because there's nothing left to do but to keep moving forward. There's only him here in this strange world of doors, of empty domains and solved puzzles, he'd done everything he could to escape - to find more answers to the questions that keep him up at night but all those doors only led to the same cage over and over, there's no one that he could talk to, no one to company him, only silence and even that chipped away at the knight’s mind the longer he stayed.

He needed to leave, he needed to go back- but to where and who? Avery wasn't here, D3rlord3 made sure of that, so what was left to go home to? He doesn't remember anything, or anyone from his life before this prison he finds himself in, did he even have a family? Friends? Anyone? The corners of his vision continued to yellow and his helmet felt the heaviest out of all his armour, but he still kept running as his cape streaked behind him with every jump and sprint through the never ending maze of books and wood. He needed to move forward, if not for himself than for the questions still left unanswered. The knight had survived this long, right? It had to mean something. Anything.

Golden boots thundered against wooden floors as his surroundings started to turn to blur, exhaustion setting into his very code and his breath shortened despite the lack of lungs, until he saw it. Golden doors. It was the only time he even felt remotely happy about the colour as he ran towards it, his mind adrift even then as the knight tried to will himself to keep moving. He wasn't about to let it win, not then not now, the handles were in reach by then and he swung it open with all his might before jumping through.

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[d3rlord3 joined the game]

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On the other side…

It.. Was.. Was..

Was it raining?

D3rlord3 looked around bewildered as his mind sobered from the previous experience. Freezing drops splattered against his helmet in droves as he stood amongst the grass and bits of stone, the knight tipped his head upwards to soak it all in, one half in disbelief and the other: mesmerized by the simple sensation. The world around him was lit with noise - mobs could be heard nearby, lava bubbles, and of course the nonstop rainfall- a far cry from the numbness and silence that followed him everywhere back in the King's domain.

A soft chuckle of disbelief left him as D3rlord3 held his hand out to the sky to catch the raindrops, the heavens above were a cloudy grey yet it felt more real than anything he'd experienced in months, he walked around the area mesmerized while the damp grass below him caused mud to stain his cape and the soles of his golden boots. The few mobs that were around looked on as the knight wandered like a child in a toy store, despite having seen a minecraft spruce forest seeing them in this context felt freshly new to D3rlord3, and it was a welcomed peace to his troubled mind.

As the minutes passed his steps then turned curious as he went back to look at the golden gates that led him here, the structure stood imposing against the muted background where not even the tallest spruce could reach the gate's peak, to its sides were broken oak fences that seemed to have been placed there before the gate spawned. Soon the knight's shoulders lowered from their previous excitement and his body language became more guarded in seconds. Though the change in scenery was appreciated, something didn't feel right about this, was it another attempt from the King in Yellow to break his mind and assume control over his body? It has to be, nothing was without strings as he'd learned, this was just another puzzle to understand then solve.

“!”

His helmet turned sharply when he spotted something yellow walking towards him from behind, his mind tried to comprehend the voice over the sound of rainfall but his reflexes reacted faster, the knight quickly switching his inventory before he could stop himself.

“Dammit not another one! I just got done fixing that fence an hour ago! If another one of you made an obelisk on my side of the property again i swear to-”

[collinlock16 was slain by d3rlord3]

The digital body crumpled onto the ground, the yellow raincoat stained in blood from the force of the pickaxe, before it disappeared into pixelated codes thereafter leaving no body in sight, for a while the knight stood frozen in shock. Despite the chat in his peripheral vision popped off with messages from the player he accidentally killed.

<collinlock16>: DUDE

<collinlock16>: WTF

<collinlock19>: hA HaaA

D3rlord3 blinked at the messages that appeared within his vision, those were definitely player names, but that didn't make sense there hadn’t been anyone he'd encountered in the others but this place.. It's… Where is he..?

- P

[f1owerbringer]

TWST AU LORE: Blot and OverBlotting

Information Organization

Things prefaced with Canon is from canon that still applies or AU which is info I’ve come up with. Once you get to “Dealing with an Active Overblot” everything is AU material and won’t be prefaced with the above.

As of the making of this post I’m a video game only and that’s the main source of my information in regard to cannon.

Click here for information on Magic (recommended to read this first)

Redesigns

Riddle | Leona | Azul | (to be updated)

General Information

Blot

Canon: Blot iss made up of strong toxins and stagnant magic, and appears to be caustic. Once expelled from the body, it condenses and crystallizes.

AU: Blot is an element created from the “disruption” or “altering” of base reality. It is highly volatile towards magic it was not a result of and has to be processed by the body to neutralize this characteristic or it will naturally burn away.

The production and management of Blot

Canon: The usage of magic produces blot, with proper rest and nutrition the blot naturally goes away. The accumulation of blot differs between people, and negative emotions can speed up its accumulation. However, it’s implied that the larger your magic pool is the longer blot remains in your system.

AU: Every species has an organ to handle their own blot, even the non-mages. In beastfolk, and humans, organs like the liver and kidneys have adapted to filter and expel blot (they are slightly different from real-world equivalents DNA wise too, it’s currently unknown if an otherworlder’s organs can manage blot). Due to the vast biological diversity in fae and mer, not all individuals’ or sub-species’ use their liver and kidneys to filter blot and have alternative methods or organs handle that.

In this world, everything has some magic in it’s system or structure, if the species as the ability to produce magic users it will pass on the genetics for this organ even if the individual lacks a mana pool large enough to cast magic. The mana pool, however, doesn’t have an organ to control/regulate as it is a non physical presence tied with the soul. It is thought that magical manifestation was too diverse to manifest evolution clearly on a physical level. Though some theorized that merfolk, beast folk, and fae are the result of magic’s physical manifestations- it’s very unpopular though, as it suggests that they are human in origin. It seemed that there was no need for physical adaptations to evolve for magic outside of the waste management. This process also makes the blot non-volatile to outside/neutral magic.

Mer and Fae are more vulnerable to Blot as they have a high volume of magic in their system and their biology relies on magic to function. Thus suffer more when Blot disrupts those processes. Those with larger mana flow also suffer more too. This does not apply to their own blot (as long as their mana core/reserves/pool has not run out, then they deteriorate faster than those who are reality-based and have smaller mana pools/cores).

Overblotting

Canon: Overblotting is state that’s the result of blot built up from not allowing recovery time and/or from straining use of one’s magic. In this state, blot consumes the user and creates a physical manifestation known as a Phantom. One must break the connection between the mage and their Phatom to stop the overblot. If this does not happen, it will drain the life from its host and will continue to exist afterword.

AU: An Overblot happens when the body can no longer handle the amount of blot that’s in their system, triggering a meltdown reaction of excessive blot production. This is almost always paired with several mental distress, as there has not been a recorded case of an overblot happening with a calm, stable mind. The high amount of toxins in the blot also disrupt brain pathways and regulation systems causing impaired thinking, rationalizing, and emotional disregulation. So even if an individual started out mentally stable, if there isn’t an emergency flush of the system, they will inevitably have a mental break.

During an overblot, the overblotter’s or host of the blot’s (“host” for short) will excrete excess blot through the skin and mucus membranes, as well as breathe out a gaseous form. Blot- not making up the Phantom- physical state can vary from person to person. It most commonly takes on gaseous and tar like forms in tandem. Like in Riddle’s case: the blot was hot and tar like; its gaseous form was also hot and formed rose petals in the air and when pooled on the ground would make shapes of rose bushes. The overblotter’s mouth and eyes will glow, a flame can also appear from the eye(s), as a result of the overuse of their mana core resulting in it “over heating.”

Since the mana core is an intangible/seperate from the body (but still connected like the soul) no harm is done to the physical body of the host. However, once the host’s mana pool run’s dry their life force to convert into mana will be used to keep the phantom and overblot going. Since this life force conversion creates new mana, the blot created by the old mana will react with the new blot and will rapidly rot and eat away at the host’s body from both the inside and outside. Once this starts, the mortality rate is 99%.

Being more vulnerable or more resistant to overbloting a second time depends on the individual and how they’ve handled their recovery both emotionally/mentally and physically.

Canon: Extended exposure to blot will make mages feel ill. It’s not currently confirmed or denied that touching blot can corrupt another mage.

AU: A mage who has similar traumas, negative feels, etc, to the OB that have a more mental state and/or a weak will cannot be corrupted by the blot. Otherwise the blot will have no influence in causing one to OB.

Phantoms

AU: A parasitic manifestation summoned/born from the overblotter’s negative emotions. The blot forms its own semi-coniciousness and will ruthlessly pursue a sole purpose that it twists and warps from the overblotter’s desires and beliefs. To break the connection, one must destroy the “head” of the manifestation, typically appearing as a glass or crystal structure where the head of its initiation form is. if not broken, the overblotter will inevitably die, and it will continue its purpose after host’s death.

Even in the case the phantom’s defeat, this does not guarantee the host’s survival. As it may already’ve drained too much of the host’s life force, or the host simply doesn’t have the will to live and chooses (subconsciously or not) to die with this the entity. If the Phantom isn’t taken out before the host dies, it becomes considerably stronger as a result of the life force it’s consumed.

It’s considered fully mature when it fully drains its host and kills them. Killing the host does not immediately kill it, but does make it easier and faster to kill. In the event of it fully maturing or premature host death, it will continue to survive, it isn’t a living being and acting more like radiation and decaying very slowly over time. It can only grow in power by consuming outside life and magical sources.

Magestones

Canon: Found and mined from certain caves, these magical gem/crystals/stones are used by mages to capture the byproduct that is blot created casting magic (click here for further information on blot). Magic performances is possible without a magestone, but will result in blot build up in the body instead. These more blot in a mage’s system, the harder normal spell casting is and takes a heavier toll.

AU: Those that are considered mages often spellcast more often and caste spells that result in more blot production than their body can handle/evovle to handle. Hence it’s nessacary for mage stones

S.T.Y.X

Canon: A secretive organization that dedicates itself to studying blot and Overblots; they have captured a number of Phantoms and use them as test subjects for their research.

AU(tho probably canon too):How to handle overblots around the world is based on the research S.T.Y.X has done.

Dealing with an Active OverBlot

Pre Phantom

Evacuate all unnecessary personal and call emergency services- specify it’s an Overblot.

It is THE MOST important thing to not stress or provoke the OB in this early stage. Try to deescalate, in case of failure evacuate to safety until professional overblot handlers arrive.

If one comes into contact with blot: Immediately evacuate the contaminated area, and seek medical treatment. If possible, remove blotted clothing and items from one’s person.

Two teams should be dispatched. Team one should deal with the overblotter and consists of: mental health crisis personal, blot-specialized: medical doctors, combat mages, and clean up crew. The second team should work with local authorities to treat any exposed to blot and crowd control.

Post Phantom

(With the goal of saving the host)

Defeat the phantom and end the fight as quickly as possible. Do NOT let it mature. The sooner the Phantom is killed, the higher the survival rate is.

When the phantom is formed, the only way to take it down is by destroying the head. Excessive damage to the body must be avoided. Damage to that area only results in the blot regenerating, which only puts strain on the host. Not all Phantoms seem to posses the intelligence or multitasking ability to not over strain their host in the case of excessive damage, and can end up killing their host from magic/life force drainage (magic and life are interconnected, if the mana pool is depleted before the host’s life force is consumed, the host will start using their life force to create mana. Not all Phantoms seem to have the instinct to avoid this scenario).

Instead, focus on restraining the main body’s movement or confusing/overwhelming the host and phantom. It is also necessary to avoid hurting the host, especially with spells that do not manifest physical matter, as the blot on their body is reactive to magic and can result in more damage than intended.

The host is no longer open to reason and cannot be talked down, mind heavily under the influence of the Phantom to achieve “their” goals. It is still recommended to talk to the OB to give reason’s to fight against the Phantom’s influence and to not succumb with it in the advent of its defeat, as survivors note that words do reach their subconscious. While risky, contacting a loved one may advised. There has been a correlation between OB’s surviving and the presence of loved one’s presence that tried to talk them down before or during the fight.

Host Death

(Premature) Nothing changes, except in the aftermath procedures.

(Mature) The Phantom’s power and threat level increases significantly. Its intelligence and awareness has the chance of evolving after the host’s death as well. Due to it being so difficult to kill, often procuring heavy loss, containment is often a better suited solution.

OverBlot Aftermath

Immediately evacuate the contaminated area, follow all instructions given by professionals. If the overblotter is a loved one, alive or dead, do not approach unless told otherwise.

Decontamination procedures vary depending on the blot’s physical form. Everything given and used on blotted victims should have been through the procedure of drain magic out of it. Often needing specialized cleaning products, that have been drained of magic, to effectively wash away the blot. Treatments to flush out blot from internal systems should be given to both victims and the overblotter. Treatment of the lungs and airway are often necessary as a result of burns, blockages/clogging or both.

Any initial medical treatment provided has to be non-magical in nature. Only once blot has been confirmed to be eliminated is magic permitted to use— exceptions deemed as needed.

Injuries as a result of blot often heal worse than normal, due to both physical and magical circuitry damage. This results in the area having more resistance to magical effects until the magical circuitry recovers unless a source of magic is powerful enough override the resistance. It depends on the individual if the magical circuitry will recover and how much. In cases where the patient has taken proper care of themselves, the circuitry has seen to be more efficient. It is similar to how bones can either regrow stronger or become weaker depending on the method of breakage and recovery. If magical circuitry is not given enough time to recover before getting damage again, it will damage its chances of/the quality of recovery.

Once the circuitry is recovered, scaring and other affects resulted from injury are far more receptive to outside magical help, or to the individual’s healing process depending on their nature. In humans and beast men, mixed, and some mer, by this point the time period for the healing process has closed and is scared, while in fae and mer (and mixed) their bodies can “recognize” if it can “re-heal” a past injury better now that it has the resources/ability to do so.

Those exposed for more than 10 minuets to excessive amounts of blot are not recommended to use excessive amounts of magic and to keep a careful watch of their use. This is due to the strain on their organ’s that process blot. The rest period depends on how long the exposure lasted after which, from a few days or a week or two. Also depending on the length of exposure, physical and mental check up(s) are highly recommended, the minimum at least one a month later. Along with following any recovery procedures for any injuries acquired.

The OverBlotter is effected the most (unless another dies), the rest period is at least a month with no magic use for the first few days after the incident. There is usually damage to the organs responsible for blot management, the worst case scenario needing outside support until recovery or a transplant. Like with magical circuitry, how well the organs recover depends and varies to the individual (though they don’t get stronger/improve).

However, recovery to the point of full function pre-overblot is uncommon; with those who only OverBlotted for a short time (30 minutes to 2.5 hours) seeing an average range of 95-85% recovery, and for a long time (3 to 7 hours) seeing an average range of 80-68% recovery, and with a long time (8 to 24 hours) seeing an average range of 65-45% recovery. This is not including the instances of Fae and Mer that can achieve a “second recovery” period once their magical circuitry fully recovers.

Depending on the state of the OB, professional observation is recommended for at least one night. Check ups a week and the month after release are the minimum.

Therapy and counseling is mandatory, and will continue until cleared by the professional or else they will not be legally allowed to use magic. Restriction of magic use under treatment is tailored to the individual; this restriction is overseen and enforced via the teachers in coordination of Magical health and safety (and secretly Styx) if the individual is a minor attending an approved magical institution, otherwise agents from the Magical health and safety of the individual’s country will complete over see and enforce this.

The house-warden’s an exception to this given Crowely’s interference by keeping it all in house until book 6. Because Overblotting is so uncommon, the aftermath of what happens is widely known to the public. As well as depictions of it in media are seen as taboo, incorrect, or heavily scrutinized if done wrong as it’s akin to depicting a (often very violent) mental breakdown or suicide attempt. So those that know an overblot happened at NRC are not aware that things aren’t being handled right.

The mage’s mana pool is usually unchanged; there are instances of their mana pool increasing but as a result but their ability to control/regulate their magic decreasing, this is usually fixed with practice.

The Otherworlder

During an OverBlot

Due to lacking any magic and the ability to absorb it, blot doesn’t react the same way to Cynthia as it does to everything else. Aside from some its toxic nature, it’s not exacerbated by its volatile reaction to outside magic, plus with their innate magic resistance results in contact only causing mild skin irritation. They will still experience difficultly breathing if the blot is dense enough. As well as still being affected by all physical properties the blot takes on; an example of which is the gaseous form of Riddle’s blot acted like smoke from a fire, and they experience injury consistent with mild smoke inhalation as a result.

They also are less noticed by the Phantom, as while it shares senses with the host, it mainly relies on its ability to sense magic to navigate spaces and what to prioritize focus on. So as long as Cynthia doesn’t catch the host’s attention, they can go by practically unnoticed by both.

During a fight, if they are not directly instructing grim on what to do, they often take a back seat and observe or play look out/assistant. They are able to watch the backs of others and call out incoming attacks they missed in a clear manner. As well as formulate plans of attack on the fly. After realizing blot doesn’t react as violently to them, they instinctively go out of their way to tank a hit blot if it looks like it will hit someone else they are close by to.

Still, they mainly stay in the back, as they are very aware of their bad physical health and stamina, so they don’t want to get in the way. Their reaction to extreme distress is to emotionally shut down and think in pure terms of logic and reasoning while their physical body still goes through the motions of an adrenaline rush. In the worst case scenario they will be so overwhelmed that they will simply shut down completely and pass out (can’t be in distress if you’re not consciousness, that’s a problem for future Cynthia!!).

It's unknow why a physic link is created between them and the overblotter, nor why it seems to activates when the Phantom is defeated. The theory is that once they ingested the blot, which still holds a connection to the overblotter, it interacts with Cynthia's brain/neverous system/soul and links the two together; since Cynthia has no magic of their own to disrupt the conection or reject the foreign magic. Or the magic get’s confused that it’s in a living body with no mana system and assumes Cynthia is the overblotter as default as that’s where it’s originated from, creating the link and Cynth’s body has no way of rejecting said connection.

During this link, Cyn’s psyche/consciousness is thrown into a manifestation of the overblotter’s mind. The two appearing in the overblotter’s memories, (those related to the trigger of the overblot). In order to wake up, one must have a stable (enough) mind and the will to live, and imagine/create an exit (this can appear however the person wants as long as the intention is to wake up). For the overblotter specifically, they must accept what happened and want to continue living. Remnants of the phantom will try and break the host’s mind and/or convince them to give up and join it in death.

Cynthia is able to ensure all the overblotters survive by reaching out with reason and compassion, and/or simply being there as a distraction from the horrid thoughts. By really listening and showing honest compassion, and by baring ugly truths about themself and of their own darkest moments, they are able to show the overblotters that there is hope of things getting better like it has for them. That this isn’t the end, it won’t be easy and it’s not a straight slope up, but it does get better.

They don’t know this, but Cynthia can leave the mindscape on their own anytime. They aren’t sure if they need to snap the overblotter out of the spiral to leave, but they refuse to test it out of fear that if they can they won’t be able to go back and help.

(Op note: I want to clarify that Cynthia is not a savior or a saint/put on a pedestal by anyone. I just want to illustrate how vital it is to have support from someone/others when going through a mental crisis and dealing with mental illness or trauma in the long run. Cynthia cannot help the overblotters alone, they need professional help, but Cyn is the stepping stone to destigmatize and encourage going down that path of support.)

Post OverBlot

So far, Cynthia Keir has not shown signs of jeopardized health as a result of repeated blot exposure. The only symptom that can be 100% confidentally tied to the blot are mild skin irritation resulting in rashes that usually calm down after a day and are gone by the next (save for the areas they scratch at). A mild fever often happens, but it’s unknown if it’s a stress response or from their body reacting to blot.

Due to their chronic health issues that existed prior, it’s unclear if it’s the blot adding on or exacerbating systems of depression, chronic fatigue, chronic pain, POTS and IST; or if the stressful events are the sole cause for symptom flare ups. As well as not receiving treatment or support being the only factor for their worsening mental and physical state over time. When they do finally get some support, not long after book 2, it still takes time for the right medications to be prescribed, and even then other factors make it too muddy for a scientifically valid conclusion.

Testing of if the blot has stayed or left Cyn’s system does not happen until Book 6. It is confirmed that the blot has not left/that they still have remnants of blot in their system, even if they’ve received the flushing treatments. It’s suspected that the minuscule amounts of blot that don’t get flushed away built up over the course of the 6 overblots, the most anyone has been exposed to without proper equipment (soon to be 7 yippee!!). Or it somehow was stored in the body’s fat deposits, where the flush doesn’t access (can you tell I’m undecided haha). Though there is not a significant amount to cause the brain dysfunction mentioned previously, the long term overall consequences for blot in their body is unknown.

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That’s the end ^^ if you want to use any of this for your own stories/characters just give me credit and/or tag me cuz I would be over the moon to see I inspired someone :D!! Thanks for reading

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I’ll eventually do a doc on it……………..maybe

Here are the refs for the gattwolings

Ive decided to call it “One of Three.” It’s somewhat of a “redemption” au for one, But not really. Taking place after the contest has ended, the algebraliens had finally all banned together (I haven’t figured out how this happened yet) to stop one and actually take all of her power, using it for the best and reviving three. Three’s finally back to normal, but she is slightly more fragile, a few permanent cracks across her body. Along with one, who has cracks from all of her power being stripped from her at once, as well as going blind, only able to (semi) prominently see out of her “all-seeing” eye, which is cursed. It can only see through her past mistakes. After everything, Two, four, x and gaty decide to keep watch of her in the hotel, along with three because it would be more safe. For three’s own good as well as keeping watch of one. The other algebraliens visit periodically, either just to see how three and one are doing, or just to hang out and socialize. At this point, gaty and two have three LOVELY children, (no I have no idea how they came to be don’t ask me.) Wynnie, (wooden yo-yo) the oldest, Tegan, (teacup) the middle child, and Xara, (exponent) the youngest. (Xara being an exponent can change and take form of other algebraliens) Three periodically takes care of and babysits, along with four and x when two and gaty are busy, weather it’s just having a few minutes of peace or busy tending to the hotel. (Even after the contest, some objects preferred to stay in the hotel.) Unlike three, four does not find joy in babysitting and lets them do whatever. Xara and Wynnie love when three babysits, Tegan doesn’t care for her. Of course growing up the algebraliens had told them all stories of one and why she is how she is now. (Wynnie had a childhood crush on her, looking back at it she gets MAJORLY embarrassed.) But Tegan, she looks up to her. A lot. It had gotten to a point where she wants to follow in her footsteps and it leads to really not good things. (Especially considering that she had inherited power from two.) One obviously takes this to her advantage, trying to get her power back.

Ok guys thanks more lore soon maybe

[cedarcreeksave]

WELCOME

Hello and welcome to my blog dedicated to my Sims 4 save file project called Cedar Creek (working title, will probably change in the future) that has been sitting in my head for far too long.

I’m currently trying to rebuild Willow Creek (and Newcrest because my ADHD is feeling extra ambitious and giddy at the moment) completely from scratch — having emptied the worlds completely thanks to @sdmsims flamethrower mod — using TOOL and a mix of other mods to build my own version of an nostalgic (but not-so-perfect) rural town. The goal is to create something that feels lived in, shaped by history and is quietly unsettling.

So far, the save file is still a work in progress! On here I want to share updates, lore and history, households, storylines, recolours/CC and someday maybe even make the whole thing downloadable (probably quite difficult as I use a huge amount of mods/cc and am notorious for abandoning projects, but we'll see).

I also have a Pinterest board where I share pictures.

Always feel free to message me or ask questions :)

NAVIGATION

🌲 wip 🌲 lots 🌲 townies 🌲 lore

Concept | The Save File

as this is an ongoing project some details might change in the future ...

Cedar Creek is not a dramatic place. Nothing spectacular happens here, at least not on the surface. It’s a rural town that once existed for a reason and no longer does. The industry that once sustained it is gone. Jobs are sparse. What remains is a slow kind of decay; economic, social, and emotional.

Mainly inspired by Twin Peaks, Stranger Things, Life is Strange and my own incredibly vast and unique creativity, it's supposed to have a late 80s / early 90s US Pacific Northwest feel (dense forests, yellowish grainy light and big, suffocating mountain ranges), but I'm currently not too strict about it and rather let my creativity run completely free (probably not a good idea but we'll see how it plays out).

Short History | Cedar Creek

as this is an ongoing project some details might change in the future ...

Cedar Creek started — like a lot of towns — as a forest. By the late 1800s it was shaped by early logging camps that became a permanent settlement, later transforming into a company town centered around a lumber mill. The mill’s boom years brought stability through the 1940s and 50s, but safety neglect, environmental damage, and corporate control defined its foundation.

By the 1960s and 70s, automation, layoffs, and declining timber demand pushed the town into stagnation. During this period, North Cascadia Resources (NCR) arrived, leasing land for speculative oil exploration that left behind contamination, abandoned infrastructure, and legal fallout that was quietly buried. A major industrial accident in the late 70s marked the breaking point, collapsing the mill economy entirely.

By the late 80s, the town became a place of economic decline, environmental scars, and fractured community memory. In short: quiet, decaying, and deeply haunted by what was never fully resolved.

Content Warning | Core Themes

Important: everything mentioned is explored in a narrative context and is not intended to glorify or romanticise real-world harm!!!

Social & Psychological: working-class poverty, small-town decay, rural isolation, generational trauma, hopelessness, teenage angst, emotional stagnation, substance abuse, mental health issues (anxiety, depression-coded themes), collective memory vs. forgotten history or nostalgia as distortion, gossip and rumour, small-town social pressure and surveillance, decline of communal trust, underground music scenes (and their sexism), the paradox of the mad genius and its twisted lie, the blurred lines of morality and the nature of evil; the absence of absolute truth.

Environmental & Atmospheric Horror: contaminated environments, environmental pollution and ecological damage, unsafe and overgrown industrial sites (abandoned rigs, mills, etc.), fog, decay, and unsettling atmosphere, abandoned buildings, “eerie realism” (whatever that is)

Crime & Violence (most things are historical/part of the lore): implied domestic abuse, petty crime, discrimination, workplace accidents, industrial disaster, murder, death and mortality in a small-town setting, legal cover-ups, unresolved tragedies, corruption in local government/institutions, looting of historical artefacts, indigenous presences erased quietly, a cult-like organisation (maybe idk)

Inspirations | pop culture and the sims 4 community

As I already mentioned, I was heavily inspired by Twin Peaks, Stranger Things, Life is Strange, 80s/90s culture, and furthermore by a lot of other incredible authors, books, TV shows, films, art, music (mainly grunge and metal) and a lot more that would unfortunately be too much to mention here (maybe I will do a separate post in the future).

What I specifically want to mention, though, are all the brilliant creators from the Sims 4 community who inspire me a lot to create my own things, mainly these incredible save files: portsim by @florwal, @silentpinessave by @cosmoosims, @windbrook by @folkling + the current one they're working on and furthermore these vastly talented builders: @wolfxdreamersims (and the save file they are currently working on), @moonwoodmillz, @helgatisha

... and honestly much more I see on Pinterest and Tumblr!

Thank you so much for your incredible work and that you decided to share it with the world!

A special thanks also to all the cc/mod creators I can't mentioned because otherwise this post would get way too long. Creating this save file (and playing this game in general) wouldn't be possible without you!

[corruptinmyself]

hihi oc lore

Due to how long they’ve been around they’ve had to change their identity a few times, that usually dumbs down to changing clothing style and their wings until their old identity is forgotten. This usually works very well and right now they’re using one of their older identities and their personal favourite.

Usually is the important word here.

For a couple of decades now they’ve woken up to small gifts surrounding where they sleep. This started with a small wild daisy and then has built up to expensive jewellery and notes.

They’ve read through them and they’re sure that there’s some sort of weird cult out there that not only figured out their abilities but is also practically begging them to join. They aren’t about one parts but not right either