vivid image I just had that I will probably not actually draw - the doctor, post-transing-of-humanism, a great monstrosity, looming over someone and speaking frightening and incomprehensible words of Correspondence-dialect

and Rafael, who is still a Little Guy, giving the very terrified someone an apologetic smile before glancing up at the doctor and saying, with a familiar kind of amusement: "English, Lukas."

(it turns out he was just saying hello and asking you if you needed anything)

as a visual for what specific kind of monstrosity he is - Vicar Amelia, but more rattish than wolfish, with more eyes, more limbs, and more tentacles

when speaking to most people, Felix has a silky-smooth voice. they're eloquent. they're charming. they're a society delight.

when speaking to people it's close to, though, its voice is much more throaty, raspy. outwardly emotionless. it's blunt; it wastes no time on flattery or small talk, and gets right to the point. it knows you respect it, and it respects you in turn.

in general: the closer you are with Felix, the less it bothers hiding that it isn't human.

Compare:

...and contrast:

(both are it talking about bohemians)

relatedly, a big part of why I like to poast is that it's an actual outlet. my mind just... doesn't stop, especially when I'm tired or stressed. it's a constant bramble of thoughts branching out in all directions into more thoughts, getting ever more overgrown, getting stuck. getting those thoughts into physical form, pruning them into sentences, it's like an exorcism. it's permission to move on. it relieves a metaphorical pressure in my head, cleaning out the old thoughts to make room for new ones - possibly even ones relevant to the thing I want to be doing!

it's soothing.

this is, incidentally, why I will constantly poast but struggle to keep up with DMs - poasting engages a different part of my brain and serves a very different purpose. one-to-one conversation actually consumes a lot of energy, as I have to force my brain to stay on a single track, anticipate and account for a specific person's conversational needs, and so on. poasting cleans out the fridge - conversation puts more things into it.

maybe this is why I keep making characters who are like. you can't tell if they're talking to you or to themselves (see: Professor Morgan and the good doctor)

I once said that if you want Morgan to tell you about something, your best bet is to stand near him, not looking at or addressing him directly, and just like. wonder out loud about a thing. and if you're lucky he will just start talking to the air. the same is true for me

tempted to draw a humansona of Selcouth... on one hand, it would kind of undermine the fact that she is Very Much Not Human and should be understood as such. on the other hand, I need it to be abundantly clear that he is the Rubbery equivalent of a grouchy old queer - and not internet old, but like, 50s? 60s? maybe. they don't remember how old they are for a variety of reasons