A story of two tattoos.

I have two scalp tattoos, both from significant things in my life.

Theyre transliterated into English, the left side says, “Honored by Thor”,

the right, “Not today Death” in a style I used in my artistic work, but with knowledge of runes, as the artist was even more versed than I with the actual details on what the runes meant, as I had more or less borrowed the language in Job Corps.

In JC, we did Dispatch, a ten by ten, windowless room, that had a PC with Win 3.1 and thats it on it and the Dispatch radio.

To entertain ourselves, there was a dictionary, a book of Utah’s laws and a Mormon Bible that weirdly ended up in the garbage every day.

In the dictionary, each letter was represented with a rune, which ended up being Elder Futhark, and Donovan, the guy that did it with me for a year and a half, every day, made it into a language.

Just between us, which was funny when it inevitably started bleeding into our D&D games. Id use it for ancient text as noone at Job Corps knew wtf it was, but he’d be the one in the group that could actually read what it said, and what it usually said were insults towards him XD Or swear words, etc.

The left tattoo, “Honored by Thor,

The Technical story of this event is:
https://elhuard.wordpress.com/2025/07/30/the-day-i-met-thor/

But I got struck by lightning once, I dont suggest it, it wasnt fun, as I lost three days of memory.

The right side, though,

is a story Ive not shared often.

“Not today Death.” A GoT quote.

It is from the day, I walked, an (I thought, I was wrong) cisgendered, gay, male, into the male restroom of the gym, in Clearfield Job Corps.

Unbeknownst to me, one of my close friends had been slighted by something I had done, and had let slip the fact that I was gay to, objectively, the wrong person. Now, this person had recently gotten very agitated as they realized gay ppl got to use the same restroom as he did, so he had, this day, decided to do something about it.

I opened the door, noted that the lights were out, and it was dark, at first, but the light switch was farther in, so I stepped in, then I noticed the floor was wet, which was also weird, so I went in.

The door closed automatically, and something soft slipped around my neck, and then, I could not breathe. I was trying to figure out why I could not breathe, when my legs were kicked from under me, and then I was on my back, unable to get back up, because of course, he has wet the floor.

I have no idea how long I was like that, but at some point, my vision tunneled, went black, and shortly after that, it became far less important to breathe, I saw a hole, within the floor, and was drawn into it. Then:

https://elhuard.wordpress.com/2025/12/26/i-told-the-valkyrie-no/

I was talked out of pressing charges by my trade instructors who were all ex police officers, and let them cover it up so well, there were people feet away who never knew.

I was dead 4 minutes and I never so much as saw a doctor afterwards.

The drive of the Hunt

Prospective world, you have anthropomorphic Prey species, and the same, Predator species.

thoughts: Most Preds as they call themselves are born, normally, with a gland that creates a hormone called ragenol, which creates aggression and a hunting instinct in the Preds, to hunt the Prey.

Biologically, that hormone drives them to hunt. There is little they can do, as it overrides their sanity after a time when the hormone builds up, that’s why you get Ferals. The act of the hunt resets the levels.

A small % are born without this gland and never need to hunt.

possible counteragent “gone through trials in Ragenol injected rodents and shows surprising success, but it has yet to be tested on my kind… officially. I took a sample the last time one of my roomates was being bothered by another student, and in the ensuing fight, injected him with the serum, as he was very close to going Feral, he attacked me with lethal intent, which is highly illegal in our culture. After he was injected, he turned into a kitten, and fell asleep. For a few weeks he was all but neutered as a pred, with no wish to do harm at all, but the Ragenol eventually came back and he became who he was again, but he never tried anything here again.”

I invented the Ragenol lack due to my real world Testonterone lack as Im XXY

You add into the fact that Pred society glorifies the hunt to an unhealthy degree, yet bars the act from cities, only allowing it in rural areas (where most of the Prey live) but, the Prey have their own in race defenders, in this case militias and guardsmen, and occasionally in these stories, a clan of Preds (in abject secret) protect Prey towns from Pred incursions, going to far as to kill their own kind if necessary (the highest sin in Pred culture, the second highest being attacking another Pred with lethal intent).

If any of their kind drop, the bodies are extracted, so even the Prey do not know what race the defenders are as theyre always disguised, but the Prey assume its their own race.

For that clan, I was thinking they all share the genetic trait that lacks Raginol, as it doesnt affect reproduction, and Im thinking, while recessive, has a high liklihood in the children of a parent with it.

So in the general population, it’ds rare, but in anyone related to this clan, it is relatively common.

For the main female lead, she remembers an event where at 5, or 8 or somethng, there was an incursion in her town, she wandered off, and was rescued by one of those Defenders, who she later realizes is the main male pred lead.

My thoughts were the Preds schedule routine “Hunting trips” into rural areas to stave off the Feral issues, enforced, in all liklihood, by their police, to prevent Ferality.

If I remember correctly, in one of those stories, the clan themselves had a member sitting on the Council of Eight that is the ruling body for all Preds, and was one of the major players politically, yet general society had no ide who they really were, and when that secret went public (because the main female lead is so adamant that the Prey had a right to knew despite the obvious short term issues it would cause for the Prey to realize – in that story) how big the clan was (thewy had teams at every major Prey settlement, as in HAT timeline anti hunt sentiment was already starting to move in real time, politically, due to a series of basically viral videos of the horrors of a hunt from the Prey’s angle went massively viral in the younger age ranges of the Preds, then it filterd upwards.

If I remember also, the man character of Gary essentially output all the data he had on the clan’s activities and published in publicly on the net, against the wishes of the leaders of the clan.

HOWEVER, one of the major positive outcomes of that particular act is the society at large finding out the single largest political alliance in their government was swayed and allied with that group.

The release of the information solidified the group rather than fracturing it, as they were all anti Hunt aligned in the first place (or mostly were and the ones that dropped off didnt harm them), AND this led to one of the first major legal reforms for curbng the practice, as someone had created a hyperrealistic, mechanical drone that reset Raginol the same way a real animal did.

Oh I remember one of the short term rammifications of the reveal, that the Prey towns found out theyd been living around Preds for basically decades, which, once they realized theyd be staying created immense intrinsic fear and disruption for a while.

But as Incursions mostly stopped, since the Clan could work directly WITH the militia, rather than hiding from them, they were soon integrated into the defenses anyways, even if they preferred to stay in their own encampments as much as possible.

As their scent-blocking neutralizers only work so long, and they may not have Raginol, but they still smell the same.

Over the long term, they get invited to stay with the town, but they remain distant.

A justification of PVP in a TTRPG

Warning long post
Ok I was in this huge game, Ive talked about it before (three different GMs with three groups in the same universe).

At one point in the story, our paladin wanted a magic item, so she kept on her person an item that was explained to her as being the most important holy item in the universe as it allows deities to commune with their followers.

We were betrayed by one of our own party members, a guy we thought was good but had been evil all along and had a ring of mind shielding (as we had evil detection like crazy at this point) who destroyed the item that was essentially the conduit of everything divine.

As a result, the divine side of magic was essentially gone for a while. Bad stuff happened. Thats not the point of this story though.

We got betrayed by a party member who was evil.

Fast forward several months, we meet several new party members and theyre ok, then we meet this strange new one whose extremely off, he’s a necromancer (actually an undead lord cleric) but not inherently evil supposedly (he had something that masked his alignment). I was returning on a recon flight on my griffin mount (I was a cavalier) with my follower, also a cavalier, also on a griffon mount (we’d actually found these in game and the DM allowed us to keep them and break them and train them for mounts – something that did in fact take almost a year).

Inside a temple we were camping in for the night, the new guy was looking over the loot we’d scored from a recent fight and tried on an item. He had to take off his item that made it so we couldnt tell his alignment. The temple by the way had an opening big enough for two full grown griffons to dive bomb into with extremely good fly/ride checks. This is important later on.

I had an item that allowed me to detect evil in an aura or radius (I cant remember which this is like four years later) which immediately detected him as evil when I flew into range. Now all I knew was that there was an enemy in our camp. We flew immediately into the camp intending on attacking the enemy.

We came back and immediately entered combat.

The fight was quick and brutal. The two Cavaliers attacked and effectively nailed the new guy to the wall.

So not only did they have the justification of having been betrayed in the past by a seemingly good party member who just happened to be evil all along

Also the justification that they were killing the evil that was a in their camp. Even if it did happen to be coming from a party member, see the previous point

A poem in the vein of Martin Niemoller

When they came for the Drag Queens, I did not speak out, for I was not one

When they came for the gays/trans, I did not speak out, as I was straight/cis

When they came for the women, I was male.

When they came for the immigrant, my neighbor, I was a citizen

Now that they come for me, what do I do?

Statistical Anomaly

At this point this was true as Id just found WordPress:

Literally all the stories I tell are true. Im kind of a natural storyteller.

I collect them, and share them, in public areas.

The fact that … to borrow a phrase, “atypical” things tend to happen regularly to me is kind of beside the point lol To that point, I learned something of my birth, that when I told my doctor about, my literal medical doctor called me, “a verified miracle” in an awed voice.

I was bored, so I did a statistical forecast on my probability of survival, first at birth, then over my lifetime. The lifetime number, I stopped counting around a liklihood of 1 in a trillion, so, approximately 1,250 or so times the number of humans already on this mudball would have to live their entire lives to replicate what Ive already been through.

My birth survival % is somewhere near 0.00069%

Weird crap happens to me, so I tell ppl about it lol And it’s funny, when I was young, I worried I might be a impulsive liar, as much as Id make shit up all the time, for no reason, but then life happened, more or less, and more fantastical crap actually happened to me than I could make up.

The REAL crazy crap? Not the birth.

That happened, as they all do… or dont in some cases.

Regardless, thats not the real miracle, or what shook my doctor, nor was that something all the bad happened at 22, then two years later strangled to death, nor that I was struck by lightning. None of that was what shocked her.

Because as I was telling her these things, she started telling me tests she wanted to run to map the damage that’s been done to me when I told her the thing that made her say, “You are a verified miracle” And that is I was utterly unharmed physically, by any of it.

The deaths, the asphyxiation, the lack of O2 at birth, nothing has ever touched me.

In fact, I got more seriously hurt tripping over my cats than any of that ever did to me.

The House of Hello Kitty

It would be hilarious, if you think about it, for a Klingon to be introduced to EITHER the whole Hello Kitty brand or Valentine’s Day in general; both of which heavily feature the color pink.
And pink, after all, is the color of Klingon blood.

Klingon: “Behold! A warrior’s visage! A cat of battle cries! Why is this emblazoned on children’s garments?”
Human: “It’s… cute?”
Klingon: “CUTE? It is pink! The color of honorable wounds! This creature must be a legendary predator to earn such colors.”
Human: “…She likes friendship.”
Klingon: “Ah. Many battles are fought in the name of alliances.”

At some point a Klingon would absolutely buy Hello Kitty merchandise thinking it’s the emblem of some fierce Earth warrior cult.

Imagine a Bird-of-Prey painted entirely pink, with Hello Kitty logos on its hull — and the Klingons have no idea why humans start choking trying not to laugh every time they hail them.
The confusion only enrages them further, making them the most feared and dangerous ship in the Klingon armada.

“The Hello Kitty Ship,” as it becomes known, rises to legendary status.

Eventually the Klingon High Council recognizes a new noble house:
The House of Hello Kitty.

Fierce, honorable, loyal to friends ands allies, fiercely so, and absolutely convinced that the ancient Terran Warrior Cat embodies the finest virtues of the Empire.

And every one of their ships has a Ship Cat

Reddit fun

I got my first, 50 or so Reddit gold on my original account for going all ADHD hyperobsessive on the Covid … during the Pandemic the CDC I think it was was releasing massive amounts of data on their web site, so I started tracking the cases of Covid in more or less every state, versus the amount of unrelated resipratory diseases being reported.

In blue states, the numbers were as expected.

In red states though, as I put it, “Either some as to now-unreported respiratory illness has ALSO cropped up at the same time, then these states are vastly underreporting their numbers, as their reported unrelated deaths are upwards of 5000% of the 5 year average for their area.”

I remember I was tracking mostly pneumonia cases, specifically.

For reference, I used no spreadsheets, just reading and memory, and search history, really. I just happened to include links and all the math that I did, which allowed readers to locate all the data I was using for my metrics, and the post itself helped me track some of those spikes, as I had the data already at hand, in one place.

I WISH Id thought of spreadsheets -.-

The Hufflepuff Death Eater

ok, Ill tell you the story behind the story, and I havent until now as Ive typed it so many times but dont have it written out, but will put it on WP after this:

Give or take 12, 13 years ago, my aunt was going to Wizarding World and asked me what wand I wanted.

At the time, I had had little exposure to Harry Potter.

“Whatever makes you think of me.” I said, off hand.

She went, she came back with a giant ass box, and gave it to me, inside was a generic “Death Eater” wand, and I was like, “Ow, I know who THEY are.”

And this woman, who has known me my entire life and has read the books, set me amongst the bad guys. I had a momentary, “Am I a bad guy?” moment.

As I am Wiccan, I had planned on using that wand for spellwork, but when I saw it, I thought the negative associations the wand was imitating might taint the spellwork, so it sat in my closet for a few weeks.

Then I decided “fuck it, I’ll own it instead” Took the Pottermore test, got Hufflepuff. Took it three more times with different but true answers, got Hufflepuff every time, tyhen started constructin a cosplay of what I thought was the only Hufflepuff DE.

Taught myself leatherworking and woodworking and crafted the cosplay.

The Ink That Lied

The story is, more or less, as I have a few scenes fleshed out, like when they see the mask slip, for the first time, yet ignore it for love. IE the scene is they slip away to the Forbidden Forest, for a romantic date.

Unbeknownst by them, they are followed by another student, they have a picnic, the MC mentions, “Isnt it dangerous?”

Boyfriend says something to the effect of, “You have me.”

Fade to black moment, of the follower finding them, and staying secret.

After bade to black, they are gettin dressed, the MC says, “What did you mean, ‘You have me’? You know the same spells as I do, we’re in the same grade.”

“I have had, shall we say, ‘extra practice’.” He sees a deer, casts, “Avada Kedavra”, the deer dies.

“That’s a Forbidden Curse, you could go to Azkaban for casting that!”

“Forbidden by whom? The Ministry? They are blind to what the Wizarding world could be, WILL be. I have new friends, that are looking as you do, to the ‘greater good. Do you not, as you have told me on many times, also agree, that for their own good, muggles NEED a leader?”

“Yes, true, but Forbbiden Curses?”

The MC asks. theres a rustling in the bushes, the eavesdropping student falls from a bush, the boyfriend, wand in hand says, “AVADA”

The MC knocks his wand wide, looking furious, then says, “Obliviate.”

Casting the spell, upon the watching student. “I cant believe you went for the Curse FIRST!!” the MC says, irate, “It’s like you heard nothing I said. Promise me, you will not use it again, or we are through.”

The boyfriend looks shocked, then pissed, then calms down, and agrees, apologizing.

As to WHY, the boyfriend is in fact NOT “moustache twirling evil” he’s a manipulative piece of shit. The HOOK he gets in the MC is theyre both “working towards the same goal” The Slytherin pretends he is interested in helping the muggles, as the MC HAS in fact, in the past, expressed that muggles “need a leader” of some sort, before they destroy themselves (IE nuclear war). And the MC does not, in fact, see the problem with THAT part of the cause, its the rest of it that he gets swept up in that causes them to be trapped.

AND actually quite reviled by the Wizarding community, even though they themselves, committed no evil.

The storyline, more or less, in school, theyre fucking amazing, at Potions and herbology, the best in decades, and while doing their own ink, one night, late, mixing something, spilled a potion that makes pictures move, as well as a farhearing potion, on the new tattoo, and they discovered, more or less, “magical tattoos” So tattoos that behave, as pictures do.

The part the DE’s weaponized, is if you tattoo the likeness of someone, on your person, that person gains similar awareness the same way that magical pictures do, AND the original person can, in fact, listen THROUGH the tattoo, if it is a good enough likeness.

So, when the boyfriend was initiated, his mudblood ‘freak’ boyfriend came as well, because they were valuable, but their life within the DE is much less than glamorous, as they are the target for the newer members’ Cruciatus attempts, etc, but he is tied to them, as his tattoos are being used by Voldemort, the Order knows, knows who developed the technique, but as far as THEY know, that student is die hard for Voldy, because the DE’s fabricated events, crediting horrible crimes to the MC, and as such, their legend grows, and they get more and more tied TO the very people that torture them, until a chance detention at Hogwarts, and Dumbledore himself, shows (shortly before his death), D pretty much figures out an idea that the MC is being hurt, the MC discloses everything to D, then D informs the Order that the MC is not a target.

BUT is killed, before he can send the message out, it is never found. So, he remains, stuck, until Voldy is defeated and the whole thing falls apart.

He lies low for a time, keeping track of the Ministry’s attempts to catch him as well as other DE’s, then when the furvor dies down, finds the last Paladin against what he was, and starts feeding her their story.

Yes, I know I suck at pronouns. It should be they/they not he :p

The end being the chef’s kiss in the outline, as instead of turning them in to the Ministry, as she decides she believes them, not the record, she publishes the books in the Prophet, as she very much IS the rebel she dresses as, paladin or not, and despite the damning files and evidence, she wants their story told, which will never happen, if they get sent to Azkaban.

So she goes public with them instead, much to the horror of the MC, as they expect to get excoriated.

AT FIRST, there IS a swell of anti Prophet unrest, as it’s seen as minimizing the Death Eater tragedy, but shortly afterwards, the ones who actually read the story vastly outnumber those from before and a massive, general call is heard by even the Ministry, to have that ONE DE’s record be expunged, and their name cleared, so an official inquiry is opened, to which, the now surrendered MC personally testifies, and their name is in fact, cleared.

SCP 5001

“Dr Wondertainment’s Boom Clay”
Class: Euclid

Description: A mass of bicolored Play Doh with a sticker that reads “Dr Wondertainment’s Boom Clay”

Created when two cans of traditional and otherwise normal cans of two different color Play Dohs are mixed. When SCP 5001 is created, the sticker appears from within the ball on its own. Until the sticker appears, SCP 5001 appears and reacts as regular Play Dough. Sticker usually appears within 1 minute of combination.

[Note: The company Hasbro were aware there was a .0001% chance that this combination was possible but deemed it an acceptable risk]

SCP-5001 is an intense high speed and high energy explosive with more cutting power than C-4, but also an anomalous effect deemed a “temporal shockwave”.

Explosions made by SCP-5001 have a tendency to “damage” time up to four days before and after the explosion. “Time damage” effects register as deja vu, apparent visions of oneself walking through a door they havent traversed yet, meeting oneself, and this effect seems to attract domesticated as well as wild felines to the area. Felines attracted in such a manner are extremely docile, and will submit to being petted. The area of effect of this “time damage” is a spherical area extending 1 km from the epicenter of the explosion.

SCP-5001 seems to react to fire, water, impact, and shock as detonators. Temperatures above 21 C or below 0 C make the compound extremely unstable and suceptible to a detonation. Even within that narrow temperature range where the compound isnt inherently unstable, it can detonate with the slightest provocation. A static shock, a spilled drink, or throwing the compound will cause a detonation, and the results of these detonations have been so far, energetic yet non nuclear. SCP 5001’s explosion has one other effect. It destroys even the psychic residue after the bodies of those within the radius are destroyed.

More testing needed.

[Picture split in the middle. On the left hand side is a picture of a preschool, on the right hand side is an aerial view of a barren field where the ground seems to have been turned to glass in an area the size of a football field]

Only one thing renders SCP-5001 stable enough for transport, it must be immersed in two liters (per two cans Play Doh) of fresh (within a week old) Maine maple Syrup. Maple syrup from other states will not render SCP-5001 safe, and the Foundation has found that trees within 50 feet of the accepted state border of Maine are acceptable. Anything farther out on the New Hampshire or Canadian borders will not work.

SCP 5001 is to be kept in an Explosive Containment Unit at site [redacted] large enough to contain the fresh maple syrup that it requires. Pumping systems have been installed and must be checked hourly by technicians to make sure fresh maple syrup is always available.

Due to there being no way to predict when CSP-5001 will result, and its relative safe state once immersed, it is being given Euclid class

[Editor’s note: Dr Bright is not allowed to siphon maple syrup from the systems keeping this SCP contained for “waffles”]

[Transcript of an experiment introducing the destructive properties of SCP 5001 to SCP 682]
“Yes doctor, the tape is running, we are recording.”

“This is Test Aplha, run one of attempting to introduce SCP 5001 to SCP 682. The test is designed to see what effect 5001 has if any. I am lowering one of the ECUs into the enclosure now. The maple syrup is disconnected. Repeat, the maple syrup is disconnected. We have 30 sec until SCP 5001 is unstable.”

“Yes doctor, blast shields are in place, internal dampeners are running at 150% and SCP 682’s current enclosure is as you know 5 kilometers below us.”

“SCP 5001 has been introduced to the enclosure, SCP 682 has taken an interest and left its bath to investigate, we have ten seconds to max instability. SCP 682 is licking the maple syrup running out of the ECU now and getting closer to SCP 5001. SCP 682 is trying to burrow into the ECU.”

“What is it doing?”
“We have max instability, any shock could-“

The video transmission cuts out for several seconds

“What happened?!”
“Where did it go?”
“SCP 682 has lost containment…. Repeat SCP 682 has lost containment”

[NOTE: SCP 682 did not indeed breach containment, it was merely destroyed so completely it couldnt be detected, however 5 minutes after the explosion SCP 682 appeared, whole,in its normal habitat at site [redacted]