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saigawrites · 11 months

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My dear gelatin orb pet,

Seelie! Genshin x Platonic! Gn! Reader

Inazuma edition

Tags : crack, fluff, scenarios, headcanons

Warninigs : mentions of stalking, animal attack

Summary : you took home a strange creature that looked nothing like anything in your world. So you somehow try to live and be friends with the peculiar pet of yours.

A strange flying orb is now basking in your presence, observing you attentively. Uneasiness filled your entire being as you were stared down at, so you attempted to break the suffocating atmosphere by talking to the orbit. Minutes pass, and there is no reaction whatsoever, until the little thing flies off somewhere, only to return with a torn off paper sheet and a pencil in their tiny nubs.

Heizou ♥︎

"Hey~! I am Heizou, the great detective of Inazuma! It sure was a dream of mine to one day meet someone as odd as you! I hope we can get along with each other, even with our different physical traits. I was wondering, could I please make a psychological study with you? I want to know if there's any more oddities about you, especially your mind!"

Okay, why is this period blood blob trying to attempt psychological experiments with you now? You just met, and he's already looking through your soul 🧐.

You might suck at geography but you never heard anything about the so called 'Inazuma'. Wait, so he's an alien?

That theory have already explained why he was so interested in your psychology, and honestly, you were kind of scared of him after the realization.

But it was still hard to feel threatened by an dark red floating circle with a little bouncing antenna. Maybe he used that to communicate with his species?

You weren't familiar with the behavior of different creatures from another planets, but you discovered that these one seemed to be extra clingy.

He floats after you everywhere, always watching with the most attentive gaze, looking out for any type of quirks you might have. You became all the more aware of him, secretly staring at him with your peripheral vision so that he couldn't try anything funny🤨.

He would startle you a lot, annoying you and scaring you on purpose. He LOVES your reactions, whether it would be you losing your temper and tossing him around like a basketball, or you screaming at the top of your lungs when you feel something slimy wiggle under your shirt.

You're lucky that he doesn't do that all the time. Surprisingly, the cherry colored orb has his own business to do, which is just as strange as his appearance. He likes to go out, watch and stalk random people on the street. You found out when you caught him red-handed in the act, hiding behind a bush and looking at all the people passing by.

You tried to scold him, tell him that it's dangerous to go around for him like that, but to no avail, he would always nod in confirmation and then do the same thing on the next day.

So you decided to find him a hobby, something that would distract him long enough from harassing strangers on the streets. And that is, television. News channels in particular.

It was completely accidental when you found out about his interest. You were extra bored, and decided to finally watch the TV in like a decade. Soon you found your crimson red companion levitating in the hall, glancing at the TV and back to you a few times before flying to your side and nuzzling in your lap, making himself comfortable in your warm hoodie. Petting his tiny body, you both took in the situations happening all around the world.

Arataki Itto ♡

"HEY THERE!!! IM THE FAMOUS ARATAKI ITTO!! THE LEDER OF THE ARATAKI GANG!!! ITS NICE TO MEET YOU!!! WHATS YOUR NAME? LETS BE FRIENDS!! YOU LOOK SO COOL!!!! DO YOU WANT TO JOIN MY GANG?"

Woah, that's one... energetic light bulb. Bouncing on your office table cheerily while his long vertical horns wobble a bit, he squeaks excitedly as if he just found out he won a lottery. Well, he kinda did though, if you're the one to take care of him.

At least that's what he thinks, as your demonstration of desiring to bathe him from all the dirt and dust he somehow gathered gave him all the right signals.

Even if he splashed and spilled all the water onto you, and wiggled and squeaked under the turned on faucet like an over-energized parrot, still, you would rub his soapy circular body with care, patting him with the softest towel of yours that he was sure you were the fittest blob-parent of all.

Did I mention parrots? He is one. An even more chaotic one. You have to hold him with your most strong grasp from him speeding across your house like a flash, bouncing off walls, ceiling and the floor like a deflated balloon. You always have to scold him like a concerned parent about how his form is not exactly unbreakable, and he still needs to be careful with surroundings.

And that escalated into him finding your bed as the best trampoline he can access. You want to stop him and tell him that he's going to break the carcass if he continues, but you just can't resist the sight of a palm sized jelly ball jumping on your bed gleefully, ridiculously rotating in the air as he lets happy sounds escape his nonexistent vocal cords.

Sometimes you would curse the universe for making your circle companion this cute, because he sure can cause a lot of trouble. Almost getting mauled by the neighbors dog because he wanted to pet it two days ago and almost breaking all of your glass dishes because he wanted to help you make the table yesterday. Oh boy, I'm sure excited for what's in store for the future😀.

Though, it was what you should've expected from a supposed gang leader. He even invited you to be a member of this band of his, remember?

You do agree now with all those shoujo mangas where the gangsta would actually be a softie inside, because your glowing orange ball friend sure is, no matter how destructive he acts.

Yae miko ♥︎

"My, my... such a interesting creature you are! It is sure a blessing for me to be in your presence, another amusing humanoid~. I am the Guuji of the Grand Narukami shrine, Yae Miko. I am also the owner of the Yae publishing house. As a grandee of the kitsune clan, it is a pleasure of mine to be familiar with such a high being like you. I am in your care from now on, my dear~"

WHAT IS THIS LIGHT PINK DOWNTURNED FOX EARS GAS FILLED BALLOON ON🗣🙌💯🔥🔥

On all seriousness though, you tried your hardest to understand atleast half of what she wrote, but so far what you seemed to catch is that she's nowhere near an earth creature. Oh and her name is Yae Miko.

Confusedly glancing at her then at her message, your nerve cells steamed as they tried to figure out what type of emotions you should be feeling in this case. The guuji seemed to be quite entertained by your puzzled face and somewhat judging side eye.

Her actions make you no less confused, as you question why would she harshly tug on your clothes at the most randomest times of the day. Out of nowhere, the pink squishy orb would just sail in the air over to you, and then pinch a spot on your clothed body and pull it with an incomprehensible strength.

Which leads you to chasing her, speeding up after her oddly fast self. With groans and screams you would finally catch up to her and squeeze her annoying ass to smitherins☠.

If you don't react to her antics, she'll keep being even more of an ass and pinch on your skin, hard. So far atleast half of your body now itches and pulsates because of your flying jelly companion.

Other than annoying you, the cherry blossom blob with ears likes to do research. Literally on anything. It ranges from politics, history, culture to bitcoin, nfts and all of the other shady stuff. She doesn't take half of the happening seriously, finding the stupidity of your kind ridiculous.

Oh, and she is going to shove it in your face. Always giggling when you two would watch an educational video on some topic, as if making fun of you. When she would write her opinion on your communication notebook she would always leave a snide remark like "the absurd that your kind ensues never ceases to humour me" or some shit.

She really just makes fun of your whole existence as if she's superior in any way. You do your best to hold yourself and not slap her into the oblivion. Oh, but she knows you would never do that. She knows.

Kokomi ♡

“I, Sangonomiya Kokomi, want to greatly express my gratitude towards your actions, human-like creature with a pure soul. Your kindness will always be remembered and appreciated in my heart. Now, as you read this, I shall, as the grand seigneur of Watatsumi affairs, be taken care of by you, as you are in capability to do so. I am one of the descendants of the Sangonomiya clan, and my full form being taken away from me is a major cause of danger for me. I hope you understand my demands, and I hope you will comply with them.”

A lot of confusing words and hard to spell names didn’t stop you from looking at her with puppy eyes and an ‘aww’ escaping your lips. Even though her tone might sounded a bit bossy near the end, your inner mother instincts still kicked in and your heart swore to protect the light globule that looked at you with anticipation.

Her colour pallet reminded you of aqua monsters, something along the lines of mermaids, sirens, and the similar. And you kinda guessed it, since the way your pink and ocean blue pearl like friend gravitated towards water was as if a magnetic pull was in between them.

The funniest thing is that at the first few days she didn’t even know you had water in your house. Modern furniture confused her senses and for a while she thought your biology didn’t require water.

Until one day you came particularly tired home, and the only thing in your mind was the thought of running a warm calming bath with the aroma of your sweet candles. Not noticing your dwarf merblob levitating right after you and watching you turn on the bath faucet, made you jump in your place when she plopped herself in the filling water.

You were about to groan and ask her to get out, up until your gaze fell on the itty-bitty joyous expression that she demonstrated while floating in the lukewarm liquid. With a snort, a small smile followed along with a defeated look. Letting the spheroid bathe instead of you, you contemplated about her otherworldliness.

It all escalated into a degree where she would spend almost all of her time in your bathroom, swimming in your bathtub hours on end. On your knees, with pleas and begging, you would query her to get out of the pear shaped tank, but to no avail, the deep sea creature would just ignore your whines and continue flowing around in the water.

“Komi please, I haven’t bathed in a decade.”

“Splash. Blub blub blub.”

And there she goes again, making bubbles and blowing them at your face as a response. Even so, you still let the marine pearl have her way, as she’s way too adorable to be mad at.

Kazuha ♥︎

“Come driving rain or winds that churn, I shall return, by blade alone, armed, if barefoot, to my home... I am Kaedehara Kazuha, a wanderer who roams the land. Fate alone has destined us to meet, thus it is a great gift for us to be able to communicate, distinctive individual. May I put a question to your origins, your story, and your name?”

What is he, a poet of some sorts? Such a distinguished gentleman, saying such extravagant things, but looking so ridiculous it could kill a person.

Guessing was probably your only best talent, as this japanese flag jello was immaculately successful at using all of the paper and stationary that he could find in your house to make his pieces of art.

Or the “haikus” as he calls them. Paper scrolls all over any hard surface, fully scribbled over with elegant handwriting. You wonder how the heck can a round strawberry marshmallow with nibs instead of hands write so much and also write prettier than you could ever manage.

Reading through those is one embarrassing of a trip as more than 70% of the writings are about you. The other 30% are about the environment, the furniture, the nature, the textures and sometimes about his homeland as you assumed.

And no you definitely didn’t bawl your eyes out while reading those and no you certainly didn’t feel sorry for the tiny little guy and no you for sure didn’t hug him in the most gentlest way and promise him that you’ll somehow get him back, no, beyond any doubt that didn’t happen.

On another note, this guy was unquestionably the cause of your literature grades significantly improving. Both you and your teacher are raising a brow at how good you instantaneously became at writing essays and other in the sorts. You even caught yourself in the act of speaking flowery, as if your 18th century self out of the blue found themselves in the modern world.

And that’s all thanks to Kazuha, and his litres of poetry inside your house. What’s outside your house though, is his music. Yea, turns out your spherical friend is talented in tunes too.

On one particular morning when you two were in a public garden, choosing an outlying area to have your picnic in, you came across a eerily wholesome phenomenon.

Holding a tree leaf in his itty-bitty arms, he seemed to be performing a tune with the help of the frond. You stared at your pal in awe, mouth wide open as a beautiful melody rang through your ears.

When your homeboy finished his little concert you couldn’t help but clap gleefully and throw wows at his excellent performance. Just how lucky were you to befriend such a talented jelly orb.

ARGGFDDDDGJSFICGGV IM SORRY FOR BEOMG SOOOO SLOW😭😵😰😓 I’m currently in a middle of a whole makeover of my house so it’s kinda unmotivating for me to do literally anything but no worries, your homegirl will always find a way to deliver🔥🔥🔥🔥

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columbiastapshoes · 3 months

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headcanons part 3‼️‼️ crazy‼️

hey guys it’s me the person with the regular posting schedule and normal amount of thoughts about this movie! woo hoo! this one is a bit shorter, my sk8 hyperfixation has been completely taking over my brain LMAO but without further ado here u go!

-columbia has a stuffed animal that she is extremely emotionally bonded to. i’d like to think it’s a rabbit with big floppy ears and it’s made out of that kind of rough towel-like texture ykwim?? but anyways she’s had it since she was little and it’s so dirty and has no stuffing in its neck anymore but she refuses to fix or clean it and just carries it around everywhere

-magenta fucking loves earth candy. homegirl is trying to keep up the “i hate this planet it has no redeeming qualities” act but as soon as someone walks into the room with gummy bears she goes absolutely feral

-frank is scared of cats. yes, i know he has the mannerisms of a cat and that is why it’s funnier to me that when he sees a cat he will just leave the room. but also he’s not like an “AAAAAAHHHH A CAAAT THATS SO SCAARRRYYY” person like he’s trying to be subtle about it and won’t admit to being scared but it doesn’t fool anyone

-brad LOVES 50s love songs and also jazz of all kinds. stole this bit from a fanfic but his nickname for frank is sinatra :3 but anyways he’s always playing an ella fitzgerald or doris day vinyl and humming along to the melody while he reads or does other stuff

-frank either wakes up at 5 am or 2 pm. no in between.

-is columbia a dancer? yes. does she use those skills when she’s just dancing to music by herself? absolutely not. she bounces to the beat like a toddler. i love her.

-frank again :3 that bitch absolutely has pierced ears, belly button, and tongue. the movie isn’t canon and i know what i’m talking about <3

-magenta is goth most of the time but when it gets really hot and she cannot survive in all black she gives up and goes whimsigoth with purples and dusty pinks and browns <3

-rip columbia u would have loved electro swing

-ever wondered how riff got that hunch in his back? i have the answer! when he and magenta were little he tried to cut her hair while she was sleeping and she judo flipped him and it just never healed properly

-i could have sworn i posted this one before but i can’t find it? so im just gonna say it now- after the movie events (in my brain no one dies and brad and janet unofficially move in let me have this) janet is trying so hard to be supportive of everybody and im picturing her and magenta as that customwoodburning clip that’s like “are you a les-bin?” “yes ma’am i am” “AWESOME‼️‼️‼️ 🔥🔥🔥”

-magenta is a witch and has an altar in her room, the first time brad went in there he accidentally bumped into it and was scared that the spirits were gonna be mad and kill him and magenta was jokingly like “yeah. ur dead” and he was like “oh no D:” and she had to clarify it was a joke

-frank reads erotic novels at the dinner table and comments on them out loud 🫶

-columbias favorite animal is a jellyfish. i have no reasoning but nell campbell indirectly talked to me and i have been hyperfixated on this movie for over 2 years so u can trust me on this one

#rocky horror picture show #rocky horror #rhps #rocky horror au #frank n furter #brad majors #magenta rhps #columbia rhps #rocky horror show #janet weiss

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gardeningintrests · 1 year

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humans are weird- mental health

now that i think about it, everyone and every living thing will have severe mental health issues upon being put in a bad situation or environment, like how dogs and cats will sometimes get anxious and yell and bite at you if you are a bad owner. and how some plants will be scared when you are a person who has done harm to it before.

so now I wonder, will aliens or other species and life tackle this mental health thing? or do they, like animals and plants, just think it's some form of instinct?

lets see how this goes baby

(also, my apologies for the weird English and maybe a switch between the UK and US ver of the language)

as the Terrans announce they have made a station at a dwarf planet near the Intergalactic Transportation Centre (ITC) that specializes in the form of psychology hospital for checkups and therapy sessions.

a few of the more advanced species in the Galactic Union were happy and most of the latter were confused.

psychology? hospital? what is this, do the Terrans think lowly of us so much that they had opened up a "mental hospital"?

upon seeing the rage of 99% of the Galactic Union ( Many species within systems, something like the EU on Earth) because of this newly opened hospital/ clinic/ office that made others feel they are unwell in the head, the Terrans called upon a press conference.

"We have heard of the unhappy feedback of the newly opened office. And I am sure all of you are aware that we humans are one of the sentient species that specializes in biology, especially the brain." The human, dressed in black with a white inner collar shirt paired with a black tie, a way of dressing different from their military, must be one of the Congressmen or a high authority figure.

"We opened this clinic/ hospital/ office because of various reasons. One is because as much more humans are traveling through the galaxies with the crew they are assigned or out on missions and events, we can safely say that more than 30% of our population, are in space, always on the go."

why do the human keep on talking useless speech? why do they not go straight to the point of this conference? such a waste of time.

"However, space travel isn't easy. it isn't quick either. so our kind has to sit through a very long transport, deal with their business, which takes roughly around a few months to a few years, and return back to home world where another long period of transport is needed."

do humans think they are the only ones with this problem? they might be new but they sure are demanding and self-centered aren't they?

"due to this fact, many become homesick and are dealing with chronic depression from the uncomfortable traveling and all the foreign work needed to do. with this and our conducted survey for both our kind and everyone else in the Galactic Union, we have deemed that unfortunately, many of our and your kind are in a very bad situation in terms of mental health "

the human sent everyone who is watching this channel or present a link to a video created by humans ( the link is in the word mental health)

what... what is this? mental health?

upon watching the video, X'aangrak't seemed to understand now. he now understands why humans were so awfully looking all the time.

"because of the risk of illness and the result that comes after we do not wish for our allies and our kind to fall into such a despairing place. we know we are not the only ones with the problem of homesickness, workplace bullying, abuse of power, and many other negative actions. generations, and generations, we and all of the life here have tried the resolve the issue of lives committing suicide acts just to come back to square 1"

the human wasn't wrong, lives are unique, and they are only able to form under the perfect circumstances in a system. so suicide cases is one of the major issues that the council of the Galatic Union has sought to fix

" so we come up with a plan, to not only help our kind but also all of the life that is existing in the Galaxy."

That's a bold move, how is a hospital full of drugs and equipment going to help us? if the issue the Galatic Union can't do anything to resolve this, how do they think they are going to do so?

" as us Terrans, although great at talking, is not so great in terms of communicating our thoughts and feelings. This is very well-known back at homeworld, so humans throughout history have studied how emotions and feelings affect a person and have made effective treatments and even categories of why a specific person is dysfunctional." oh really?

" so, for the sake of yourselves and your kind. the Galatic Union has come this far thanks to all of you. however it is undeniably true that space travel and work, is a heavy subjects that all of us carry inside, the pain sorrow, and tiredness you feel will eventually bring you down to the depths of despair and agony. so for your sake of yourself, give a visit to the new centre we opened, it is specialized in our feeling and emotion.'

...

" Be not afraid of letting your emotions go sometimes, as to be healthy is to cry, and soothe your own person, it is not a shameful act. but a powerful one That, is the end of my conference."

as the human steps down the stage and heads back to the vehicle transport, many reporters tried asking questions and begging for answers, but to no avail. no reply, just like how the humans in speeches and public has been

maybe... maybe i should give the centre a chance...

as X'aangrak't looks outside of his crew ship, with no one to talk to and always alone despite everyone on the ship. while the stars shone brightly outside in the galaxy, there has always been this feeling in his chest, maybe this time

he will feel better

#humans are strange #humans are awesome #humans are dumb #humans are weird #humans are crazy #human #humanity #mental health #therapy #boy do this alien got some attitute #humans are space australians #humans are space orcs #humans are insane #humans may be comforting #i guess we are like space cats too #huh who knew

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headspace-hotel · 1 year

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As a hillbilly living in a rural area I'm loving your posts about humanity's current disconnect from nature.

I do have a question for you though: do you think that people living in cities, suburbs, and other such uuuuh concrete jugle-y areas are more likely to have such an extreme disconnect from nature? I mean obviously we are all disconnected from nature to some degree because even in rural areas there are so many parts of nature we don't get to see. But I am curious if you think that partaking in things like hunting, fishing, and other such rural hobbies makes a person appreciate nature a little more.

I know that for me personally living a more rural life definitely makes me feel more connected to nature. I've had a lot of experiences with the natural world around me that I wouldn't have had in the city, and being around so many bugs and plants all the time kind of gives you no choice but to learn how to live alongside them. I'm getting really good at identifying bugs and various small animals because they are always in my house 😭

Aside from my own personal experiences I also know that people in my town have a much better understanding of where their food comes from because most of them hunt/grow a lot of it themselves. My brother actually worked at a local butcher that processed local folks' livestock and hunted meat. My town even has its own community garden! And of course we all have at least some understanding of how to do things like identify venomous snakes and spiders, how to behave around certain wildlife, etc.

But do you think it's enough to make a meaningful difference? Is it a step in the right direction?

I'm starting to realize that you and I probably way, way, way, overestimate a city-bound person's typical literacy with nature. Apparently there are real human adults that don't want to eat eggs that came from chickens, or apples that came from trees. I,,,am still having difficulty accepting this but...it feels kinda plausible and i am scared lol

Having friends that hunt and farm, living surrounded by farm land and woods, definitely has put me more in casual contact with the natural world.

One of my realization moments for this was my anthropology class where the prof asked if we had ever had a "farm-to-table dinner" and I was like...I mean i've eaten at my friend's house, and their family farms for a living, and so i've had their goats milk and like kale and potatoes and stuff?? but actually, this is a specific Experience people seek out where they go to a farm and eat a meal made of stuff only from that farm. I don't know, Id never heard of it.

I don't think that rural life predisposes you to sustainable use of resources at all. Gestures to, uh, all of the history of the USA. But yeah I think you have to have a basic idea of how The Ground Is Make Your Foods to really...grasp higher nuances of the "how do we relate to the planet" conversation.

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honey-minded-hivemind · 16 days

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I had…the weirdest thought/idea while reading through your mermay stuff. This can be h2o no au or just general mer shenanigans but…what if reader was allergic to shellfish/fish in general before becoming a mer/siren? Like- for h2o it just adds to the “ocean and fish bad” mindset and trauma reader has. But also when they become a mer that would bring up so many questions. (Do you think they’d become immune or just stay allergic bc the human part of them is still technically the same???)

When they become a mer they just suddenly have this urge to consume something that quite literally will kill them. When they eventually wind up with the yans and the caretakers try to feed them reader once again just sees it as an attempt on their life and not some caring gesture. The adults are so concerned and confused that their guppy won’t eat anything, but it doesn’t seem like a hunger strike they literally freak out when food is put toward their mouth. Maybe reader finally explains it and the adults are just CONFUSED.

“Reader please eat your food.”

“I can’t I’ll literally die.”

“…..what?”

If reader is still deathly allergic they become the mer equivalent of a vegetarian or idk marine animals are weird, if fate is kind reader is partially a type of sea creature that just filter feeds or something (ex: whale shark, or manta ray)

(Idk all of this is coming from the mind of someone who cannot eat fish, had a very violent reaction to it, and has been scared of it happening again ever since)

I’m curious what you think, does the moon pool just heal the immune response? Is reader only allergic while in a human form but fine to eat fish as a mer? Or is reader plunged into an even worse situation bc when the yans find out about the allergy they become 100x more protective, treating reader as the most fragile guppy on the planet that needs even more of their attention and care? Like- allergies aren’t a thing for mer so they don’t really understand it so they’re just like: “No Reader! If that fish gets near you you’ll die!” Imagine someone like Sabertooth being like that one uncle that’s like “you’re just faking it” or “that’s not a thing!”, playfully force feeds reader a crab or something and suddenly reader’s gills swell and they can’t breathe. That makes x2 murder attempts on reader by Sabertooth. And then from that point on everybody in the pod is traumatized by the experience, reader is even further from being assimilated, and the yan adults are so much more worried about their reluctant guppy.

Weird funny concept. This became so long, I am so sorry.

Been binge reading your work and I think it’s awesome! You’re a really creative writer, and I love everything I’ve read from you!

Idk how your anon system works

Call me rhino anon 🦏 if that’s available?

Oh wow! Okay, I have a family member who is also allergic to shellfish (I'm not sure about fish, but they're allergic to shellfish), and I hope you are okay after that experience, 🦏 Anon.

I can see it working as Reader is either immune as a mer but can't eat shellfish as a human, or as them being unable to eat, well, any seafood at all.

They're basically stuck eating seaweed, kelp, and/or filter feeding, and Reader isn't happy, and neither are the platonic yans, especially the adults. Their kid/sibling isn't eating, they're worried Reader will starve, and they want to help but are confused by being allergic to what is a sirens main diet.

If Sabretooth did force Reader to eat shellfish or fish, he'd be lucky, and so would Reader, if they didn't die or have a severe allergic reaction. Reader does however fear him even more after it, regardless of if they almost died or if they actually stomached fish for the first time in their life.

I think if Reader had to have a meat to eat, it would have to be sea birds or sea mammals. So, seagulls, albatross, terns, for birds... or seals, dolphins, or orcas for mammals... It's still a hassle, but it's worth it if Reader doesn't end up with anemia or sick from only being able to eat seaweed and kelp and seagrass...

The adult platonic yans at this point are having to fist fight or tail fight who is and isn't allowed near Reader as one of their main caretakers, because they need someone they will listen to yet have a chance of liking. Reader is scared of all of them, but some more than others, so it's best to pick the ones who haven't traumatized them, and go with the ones who at least they won't faint from seeing...

(Welcome to the platonic yandere X-Men club!)

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen evolution #platonic yandere xmen evolution au #🌊h2 oh no!🐠 au #🌊 water water everywhere🐠 au #Siren X-Men #Mer X-Men

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thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos · 25 days

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Every Rose Has It's Thorn

Part -8-

Part 9

Part 7

Universe: Teenage Mutant Teenage Turtles (Bayverse aged-up turtles)

Rating: R MINORS DNI: (swearing) Mentions needles and illness, gets pretty dark here ngl (blood, death, and violence), mild suggestive moments

Raphael x OC (female character)

Tags: trigger warning mentions needles, bruises and injuries and dark content, fluff, original character, slow burn romance, Leo and Raph bein' feisty :), foot clan mention

-Yo! Sorry it's taken forever!

-Rose recovers from the serum injection, and well...crazy shit happens.

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It had been 10 hours since Donnie’s serum was injected into Rose’s arm, and her breathing and skin color had finally returned to normal despite still being asleep. Raphael had been ever vigilant, stepping out only briefly to use the bathroom or to get something to eat. It was close to 6 am now, and Raph could barely keep his eyes open. The only thing keeping him going was all the questions he wanted to ask her when she woke up. They were swirling around his head for hours, and he couldn’t think about anything else. He had started to make a list.

Why was she not afraid of him?

What did she dream about last night?

Why in the name of fuck was she teasing him like this?

Those questions had been at the forefront of his mind for most of the day. She had been panting and softly moaning his name last night, but seemed so scared when she woke up. Did the thought of sex with him scare her? But then if that were true, why did she want him to stay? Raph was increasingly confused and frustrated by this tiny woman. He had to figure out what she wanted from him; he couldn’t take much more of this. Raphael was so used to the world not accepting them, even after they saved the planet from near destruction. He had never had anyone in his corner besides his brothers. He found it hard to accept that anyone, let alone this woman, would accept him the way he was. He was rude, angry, and violent, and he wasn’t going to change anytime soon.

Wanting more caffeine, he stepped out of his room and ventured to the kitchen for some coffee. Knowing Donnie there would be a pot somewhat freshly made, as his younger brother was the biggest caffeine addict of them all. Looking around the lair he noticed everyone was asleep, except for Mikey. The youngest was perched at the breakfast bar, sipping his coffee from a mug that April bought him last year for Christmas. Looking up, the orange banded turtle smiled.

“Hey, mornin.” He picked up the mug next to him and offered it to his brother. “I was just going to bring you some coffee, here ya go.”

“Thanks.”

Taking the cup, he sat down next to Michelangelo at the bar.

“Raph, I wanna talk to you about yesterday. That cool?”

“Uh.. yeah, Mike. What’s up?”

Raphael and Mikey had always been the closest of the four. They protected each other, and understood each other more than the others. Mike respected Raphael’s strength emotionally and physically, and Raph respected Mikey’s ability to let go and have fun. Mikey had grown up so much in the past years since the Krang invasion and Raph couldn’t help but be proud of his younger brother.

“First, I went to Rose’s apartment with her, and wow man, her ex-boyfriend is a huge dick. He wrote her a Dear John letter and left it on her pillow! Like dude!”

Mikey was whisper-yelling, and Raph couldn’t help but chuckle at his animated little brother. Mikey continued.

“After she sang that song in the lair I knew she was obviously going through some sort of break-up, but shit dude she is hurting. Like I didn’t know what to do so I just held her hand and let her cry. I felt super bad for her but also I held a girl’s hand! I got mad game bro!”

Mikey was practically jumping with excitement, until he noticed Raph’s tensing and pensive shoulders.

Gotta change the subject, Mike.

“Second, sorry about interrupting you guys this morning. But also… what was I interrupting?”

Raph’s jealousy over Rose holding hands with his brother faded, but he was no less tense.

“I…I really don’t know, Mike.”

With any of his other family, this conversation would be awkward. Yet with Mikey he could talk about anything, and he knew there would always be nothing but support and compassion in return.

“Well it looked like you guys almost kissed from where I was standing dude.”

“Yeh, I guess so.”

“Why were you in there with her though, did you spend the night?”

“Kinda.”

Raphael blushed under his mask, and took a sip of coffee to cover it. He himself didn’t have the answers to Mikey’s question barrage yet, and he needed more time to think about it.

“DUDE WHAT”

Mikey punched Raph’s arm in excitement, almost spilling the hot liquid everywhere.��

“Mike! Chill!”

Raphael whispered to his brother. Mikey nodded and took a breath to calm himself down. Raph continued.

“I don’t really know what ta make of it myself yet, but I need ta talk to her about it first. I’m..I dunno, confused. Shit’s moving so fast.” Raphael got quiet as he drew inward again, lost in thought. A few seconds of silence went by before either of them spoke again.

“Well man, let me just say this.” Mikey said, getting Raph’s attention again. “Her ex really hurt her, and I think she is really struggling with that, not to mention the attack a few days ago. She’s scared and sad and needs a friend more than anything else right now.”

Raph blinked at his brother, surprised by the sudden maturity and insightful observation. Mike went on.

“That being said, Donnie and I agree. She likes you, dude.”

Raph was speechless. So he wasn’t imagining things, then. He smiled and turned away, trying to hide his obvious happiness. He patted Mikey on the head in a gesture of gratitude.

“Thanks, Mike. Now go ta bed.”

He shooed the youngest off, and rose from the bar stool. Raphael took his coffee with him as he walked back towards his room, a renewed confidence in every step.

—--------------

The door creaked slightly as it opened, and Raph made a mental note to fix that once Rose had woken up. He and Donnie fixed everything around the lair; a door hinge was nothing. Closing the door behind him, he sat back down in his chair and eyed her still form on the bed. Rose was still breathing normally, and looked peaceful as she slept. She seemed angelic in the soft glow from the bedside lamp, and he loved the look of her sleeping comfortably in his bed. She fit in well here, with him. A smug smile crept over his face as he watched her, letting his mind wander around her on his bed, gripping on to his sheets as he fucked her brains out and she screamed his name. He was so lost in thought he didn’t hear Rose stir in the bed until she said his name louder, ripping him from his daydream.

“Red, what time is it?”

She said, rubbing her eyes of sleep and trying to wake up. She sat up, expecting her body to hurt but was pleasantly surprised when she felt nothing.

“About 7 am, give or take. How do ya feel?”

“You know, I feel great. Like weirdly great.”

Rose laughed, and watched as Raphael placed his cup on the bookshelf and stood and walked over to her. He sat down on the mattress next to her and lifted his hand to feel her forehead.

“Well, your fever’s gone, that’s a good sign. We’ll havta see what the Doc thinks.”

“If Donnie's the doctor does that make you my nurse?” Rose said with a giggle.

Raphael grunted at her and moved to stand. If she felt well enough to crack jokes, then he could finally get some rest. She grabbed his hand before he could get up.

“Hey no, don’t leave. I was just kidding, I'm sorry.” She said, still laughing but not letting go of his hand. “Were you awake all night?”

“We’re always up at night, dork.” He joked back, looking down at their intertwined hands. What was she doing? What was he doing? Raph continued. “I normally go ta bed about 6 or 7 am anyways, so I’m fine. Everyone else goes ta bed earlier.”

As he spoke Rose traced the curves of his hand with her fingers, feeling the scars and calluses against her soft skin. She loved the sensation of her skin touching his, sensual in a way and incredibly intimate.

Raphael could not take his eyes off her hands as they caressed his. He had no idea why she was doing it, but shit he never wanted her to stop. Who knew that you could get turned on by someone touching your hand? Suddenly he felt her gaze on him and he looked up to see Rose watching him, watching her. She smiled, the sweetest softest smile and Raph’s heart could’ve burst right there. Fuck, she was perfect.

“I should get Donnie, he’ll want to check on you now that you’re up.” He said, moving his hand from hers and standing up from the bed. She sighed, obviously disappointed. He hated the look on her face, but he needed some space. After the talk with Mikey he agreed that she needed some time to herself more than anything right now, not to involve herself with another guy. Especially a mutant turtle from the sewers, he reminded himself.

“Fine. But just come back, okay?” She winked at him, and it was so awkward and cute he had to mentally restrain himself from leaning down to kiss her right there.

“Uh, actually..I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not? Aren’t you more comfortable sleeping in your own bed, Raph?”

“I um..well…I just don’t want things to get complicated for ya. You need to get through what you went through, and you need to do it by yourself.” He looked down at the floor, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. He knew she wouldn’t like his answer.

“Don’t tell me what I need, Raphael.”

He looked up to see her glaring at him, eyes almost melting a hole in his head. She stood up from the bed to face him. She was so short and small, but the anger coming off of her right then was enough to make the brute nervous.

“I’m just saying, maybe takin some time to yourself would do ya some good, help ya see straight-”

“Are you saying something’s wrong with my judgment? Do you think I’m not capable of thinking for myself? Or are you just finally showing your true colors and telling me that as a woman I’m too dumb to make decisions by myself, and that I need a big, strong man to fix all my problems for me?” Rose was getting increasingly louder as she rambled on, and Raph didn’t understand what had happened. All he knew was that she was pissing him off, and he didn’t have to take this shit.

“You wanna calm the fuck down? All I was tryin to say was that-”

“Don’t you DARE tell me to calm down!”

“What the FUCK is your problem?!”

By now their yelling had woken up the entire lair. The three brothers stood in the living room listening, still incredibly tired but worried for the safety of their houseguest. Donnie was the first to speak.

“Well, at least we know that she’s feeling well enough to fight,”He said with a chuckle. Leonardo was more concerned, however. He shot Donnie a look of annoyance.

“I’m going in there. He’s going to do something stupid and hurt her.”

“Hold up, Leo,”Mikey interjected. “Raph likes her, there’s no way he’d do anything to her.”

“I suppose you’re right, Mikey. But if anything happens-”

Before Leo could finish his sentence the door to Raphael’s room flew open. Rose stormed out of the doorway, muttering under her breath as she put her shoes on and grabbed her jacket. Raph came stomping out after her, still fuming.

“You gunna fuckin answer me!?”

Rose whipped around to yell back at him from the main entryway to the lair.

“YOU’RE MY PROBLEM, DICKHEAD!”

“FINE, LEAVE THEN, I COULDN’T CARE LESS!”

“GET BENT!”

With that, she stomped off into the tunnels. The brothers turned to look back at Raphael, who was storming off to the weight room.

—---

Shit. Which fucking way was it? Left?

I’m lost.

Fuck.

After storming out of the lair Rose had wandered the tunnels for about an hour, looking for a way up to the surface. She figured that if she could at least find a ladder she could re-orient herself once she was up top, but she hadn’t been able to find one, just more dark tunnels and dead ends. At this point Rose was just trying to find her way back to the lair, but she couldn’t even do that. She had fled in such a blind rage that she hadn’t paid any attention to where she was going, and now it was biting her in the ass. She was still so angry with Raphael that the thought of being dragged back to the lair did not sound appetizing, but it was better than dying in the sewers. She leaned her back against a clean-ish wall and slid down to wrap her arms around her knees.

“FUCK! ASSHOLE!”

She screamed in anger, her curses ricocheting off the wet sewer tunnel walls. Rose could not believe how dense Raph was. Did he seriously not understand that she liked him? Then it hit her. Maybe he was so apprehensive because he thought he was just a rebound for her, and he wanted his first relationship to be more than that.

That makes so much more sense.

There was no way that Raphael could have known what her last six out of eight years were like with her ex. He had stopped touching her and initiating sex two years in, and she had only blamed herself. She thought it was because was too fat, not attractive enough, etc. So Rose started hitting the gym religiously and made sure she always looked perfect. She sacrificed her social life to spend all her free time working on her appearance, to save her relationship. She became the trophy girlfriend, and yet was still in a sexless relationship. Her boyfriend just kept giving the same excuses, “It’s me, not you”, or “I’ll work on it, I promise”. Rose was left crying alone in their apartment most nights, wondering what she did to deserve a love that was so soured. The relationship had been over a long time before that night at the bar, the night she met the turtles. Raphael had no way of really knowing that was the case. From where he stood, it definitely could look like she was just throwing herself at the first dick to walk by.

She had to smile at his kindness. He was really quite the gentleman at heart, even if he could be bull-headed and a bit abrasive at times. He was just trying to be respectful and make sure she was healing from her heartbreak, and she had cussed him out for it. Oops. Fuck, she hated apologizing.

Still lost in thought, she lifted her head when she heard footsteps approaching. She assumed the guys had found her and moved to stand and greet them. It would probably be a little awkward, but she would have to get over it. As the steps grew closer, she called out to them.

“Hey guys, over here. Sorry about that whole mess, I just had to ge-”

As Rose spoke, the approaching footsteps rounded the corner and showed themselves. The flashlight from her phone flicked over to them and illuminated three men in head-to-toe black military gear, with ski masks covering their faces. They had lights on the end of their guns, and they trained their bright beams on Rose. One of them stepped forward and spoke.

“Are you lost, ma’am?”

Rose was frozen in fear, but managed to squeak out a response.

“Um, no. I’m fine.”

“Ma’am, you’re in a sewer tunnel by yourself. Are you sure you aren’t lost?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Go about your business.”

The man laughed and turned to his colleagues, who also snickered. She was aware of how ridiculous she looked, but she didn’t want help from anyone. She would get herself out of her own mess. Plus, there was no way these were good guys. The man stepped towards her.

“Well ma’am, If you’re not lost, and you’re down here intentionally,” He paused, and his cohorts lifted their guns back up to their shoulders. “I think you might know some friends of ours.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Rose turned to walk away but the man grabbed her by the arm.

“I need you to come with us, ma’am.”

She looked down at where the man was gripping her and felt her blood boil. She was so sick of men touching her, telling her what to do, what to think, how to act.

“Get your fucking hands off of me.”

She said through gritted teeth, feeling the hair rise on the back of her neck. Rose could feel her body tensing up, and she knew that this time she would fight to the death. She didn’t care anymore. The men started to laugh again, and that was the last straw.

“Oh, and what are you going to do about it?”

Rose turned back to look at the man, and smiled.

And she punched him in the face.

However, she punched him so hard, he flew back into the opposite tunnel wall, making an indent in the cement as he crumpled to the ground.

Rose looked down at her hands in disbelief, then back at the other two men, who were also staring at her in shock. She laughed, and a wave of excitement flooded her.

“Well, come and get it boys.”

—----

Raph had been in the gym since Rose stormed out of the lair. He had taken to his punching bag, letting out his frustration and anger from their fight with each blow. He couldn’t understand what her problem was, why she had gotten so intensely upset with him. He was just looking out for her best interest.

“Fine-”

Thud.

“She wants to act crazy-”

Thud.

“I ain’t gunna stop her.”

Thud.

“What the fuck is her problem anyways.” Raph said to no one in particular.

He continued his barrage on the punching bag as his mind tried to search for any reasonable explanation for Rose’s outburst. His body swayed back and forth, almost dancing with the bag as he delivered blow after blow, muscles glistening with sweat. With each hit he started to feel a little more clear headed, as he always did when he sought comfort here after fights with his brothers. The familiar motions were like meditation for him and took all the frustrations he couldn’t name away. Thinking more about her outburst, and what he knew about her situation, he realized it probably was more to do with her than him. She just didn’t have a punching bag to take it out on.

Chuckling to himself, he thought that maybe yelling at someone was what she had really needed after all. Normally he didn't take that shit from anyone, but if she was doing the yelling, he guessed he didn’t mind it as much. Despite the anger and rage in the moment, seeing the passion and fire in her eyes was both sexy and reassuring. He was glad to know that despite everything she’d been through, she still had some fight left in her. And fuck, did she look hot when she was angry. Shaking his head and striking the bag again, he tried to shake off the feelings of lust that were creeping in. She didn’t need to deal with his feelings on top of everything else right now, and he didn’t even know how to deal with his own growing feelings for her.

Thud.

“Get a grip, jackass.”

Thud.

Raph knew Rose was pretty beat up emotionally and physically, and she was probably keeping it inside like he did. She had told him off just like he always told everyone else off, and then took off for some space just like he usually does. Raph couldn’t help but smile at how much they had in common. Gripping the bag, he suddenly had a sobering thought.

“She’s probably lost in the tunnels. I’m so stupid, shit.”

Raphael quickly made his way from the weight room to the living room, cursing under his breath and frantically looking for Donnie. To his surprise, Leo and Donnie were still awake and gathered by the purple clad turtle’s computer monitors, speaking in hushed voices. As Raph approached, Leo turned and nodded, gesturing for him to hurry.

“Leo, she’s probably lost in the sewers-”

Raph was cut off by his elder sibling raising a hand in the air, signaling him to stop talking. He fucking hated when Leo got on this high-and-mighty leader shtick, but he bit back his anger and stayed silent. He needed to focus on finding Rose, and he could get Leo back for it later.

“We know, Raph. Donnie’s working on tracking her through our surveillance system. But before I give you that information, I’d like to remind you that this is your mess - and I don’t intend to clean it up for you.”

With the last words Leo jabbed one of his three fingers at Raph’s plastron. Raphael could feel the anger start to bubble out, and he couldn’t control it anymore.

“ Oh yeah, Leo? That it?” He snarled.

“No, actually.”

Leo continued, taking a step closer to his brother. Raphael seethed with anger, clenching his fists at his side, trying to stop himself from taking a swing at the leader of their group. Leo came in close.

“ She’s been through enough, Raph. She doesn’t need you hurting her on top of that. I stood by and said nothing while you openly shared a bed with her and flaunted it, but I won’t let you hurt her because of your immaturity. Consider this a warning.”

Leonardo looked at his younger brother with his steely gaze, his blue eyes piercingly vivid in the lair lighting.

“ What the fuck’s that ‘sposed ta mean, Leo.”

Raphael spat back, his gaze equally as hard. His golden eyes were fiery and full of rage as he stared his brother down. The two terrapins were locked in a silent battle, glaring at each other and fuming. Despite both being similar in height, Raphael was significantly stronger and bigger than Leonardo, a fact that bugged the crap out of the leader in blue, not that he’d ever admit it. Leo stepped back and crossed his arms, flexing his biceps just a little bit. Smiling, he broke the silence and responded.

“ You know exactly what I mean.”

“YOU BETTER WIPE THAT SMUG GR-”

“Got her!”

Raph’s outburst was interrupted by Donnie’s surveillance system finally locating Rose in the sewer tunnels. Raph and Leo exchanged one final look at each other before returning to Donnie’s side.

“C’mon, show me somethin’ buddy.” Leo said as he strode over, his face dark with worry.

He hadn’t known Rose for very long, and Raph had monopolized most of her time, but he had grown fond of her despite it. She was an amazing woman; beauty, brains, and an inner strength that he respected the hell out of her for. He cared about her safety, and he was incredibly ticked off that she was in this mess because of Raphael. His red banded brother didn’t appreciate her, didn’t know how lucky he was. He was spitting in the face of love itself. Leo wouldn’t stand for it. He let Raph get away with a lot, but not this time.

“ I found her in one of the far outer tunnels, but guys,” Donatello turned to face them, “ she’s not alone.”

Leo yelled to his brothers, already jogging towards the weapons room.

“ Let’s move out, boys.”

- - - - - - - - -

Blood.

There’s so much blood.

I can’t get away from it.

Rose sat against the dank and damp sewer wall, face wet with tears but she was unable to wipe them away. Her hands were steeped in the blood of the men who tried to abduct her. It was sticky and seeping into her every pore, and everywhere she looked the walls were caked with it.

She didn’t know how, but suddenly her strength had quadrupled and she was practically invincible. After the first punch, the first man had cracked his head into the wall and hadn’t moved again. The other two immediately started firing their guns at her, so she had had no choice. It was her or them.

It was fun for a moment, punching bad guys and being a superhero, until she realized that she was killing them. Then the guilt set in. She didn’t notice how much damage she had done until it was too late. Until their blood was pooling on the ground in thick, red, murky puddles and they weren’t moving anymore. Rose had attempted first aid, but the life had already left their broken bodies- there was nothing to save; she was a murderer. So she sat there in the dark and cold sewer and cried; cried for them, for herself, for the hopelessness that was her life now.

She was a monster.

She had become the thing that lurked in the darkness of her nightmares.

And she couldn’t escape.

- - -------

Raph could smell the blood up ahead, they all could. Thanks to the turtle genes they possessed they all had incredible senses of smell, and the overwhelming metallic scent of human blood was almost enough to make him choke. There was a lot of it. The three of them exchanged worried glances, and continued on.

“ Guys, my scanner says it’s just up ahead.”

“Thanks Don, ya doin’ sports and weather next?”

“Stow the attitude, Raphael. We need to be on alert. Donnie, is there any more movement up ahead?”

“ No, Leo. Just one person is showing up on the scanner now too. I suggest we proceed with caution.”

Leo nodded in agreement and they continued forward. As they turned another corner, the group could faintly hear the sound of someone crying. The brothers moved silently in the shadows towards the sound, further and further down the tunnel until the smell of blood was almost unbearable. As they approached they saw a figure crouched on the ground, clothes stained with blood and its face buried in its hands. A pile of bodies laid nearby, all wearing foot clan uniforms and clutching heavy artillery. Donnie was the first to call to her, recovering from shock the fastest.

“ Rose? Is that you? Are you ok?”

The figure shot up from where it was sitting and took a few steps back.

“Don’t come any closer, please! I don’t want to hurt you!”

The sound of Rose’s voice choking back sobs was enough to snap Raphael out of his trance. He pushed past his brothers and moved towards her.

“Please, don’t! I-I don’t-”

Rose could barely keep it together as she begged him to stay away. She didn’t want to hurt anyone else, but he just kept coming towards her. He didn’t stop until he was face to face with her, looking down at her blood spattered skin and tear-stained eyes. She looked up at him, and Raphael saw nothing but fear and self-loathing there- something he was no stranger to. He held her gaze as he spoke, gold eyes softening as they looked in her emerald ones.

“ There’s nuthin’ you could do that could scare me, Princess.”

Raphael pulled Rose into his arms and embraced her, pressing her into his plastron gently. He could feel her body shake with soft sobs against him as her arms reached up to curl against the keratin of his scutes. Raph scooped up her legs and held her in both his arms, earring a yelp from the girl, but no protest.

“ It’s ok, I gotcha.”

Rose nodded and buried her head into his neck. Her tears continued, but she felt relief swell over her as Raphael held her in his arms. She had never felt this protected or safe, like she could truly let her guard down and openly…feel. Suddenly she felt new, thicker tears trail down her face, this time for different reasons. Her sobs began to shake her small body again.

Raph looked over her mess of copper curls against his chest, noticing her sobs starting up once more.

“Hey, hey,” he cooed, “ it’s gunna be ok. I’m takin’ ya home.”

He gave a look to Leo and turned on his heel to head back to the lair, while his two brothers looked on in bewilderment. As soon as they were out of earshot, Donnie couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Leo, what the FUCK was that.” Spinning around, he gestured to the scene around them. “What the fuck is this?!”

“Language. I don’t know, Donnie.”

“There’s so much blood?! We don’t even know what happened! I mean, I’ll have to run some scans, collect evidence-”

“Donnie.”

Leo’s voice pulled his younger brother out of his thought spiral.

“Sorry.”

“It’s ok, Donnie. Let’s just take care of things here and then head back.” Leo said, blue eyes intense and sweeping the scene. He knew Raph would see to it that Rose was taken care of, but he was increasingly concerned with what happened here and how she was, well, unharmed. Something wasn’t sitting right.

Donatello looked back at his brother and nodded solemnly, knowing what he meant. It wasn’t often that they had to clean up messes like this, but back before Raph had gotten his rage under control..well things had been much worse. The red banded turtle had often come home with blood on his knuckles and shell after beating someone bloody, in worse shape emotionally than when he’d left. Raphael talked with his fists, sometimes not caring how much damage he did. At least that’s how it seemed to his family.

Donnie adjusted his glasses and got to work, collecting some photo and physical evidence before assisting Leo with the gritty clean up.

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(sorry for taking so long to write this! I started to chicken out about the serum plot twist and took a break, but I'm back! Hope you liked it don't hate meee)

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edwardcullenisavirgin · 6 months

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I have insomnia and a wild imagination with almost no practical writing skills BUT IMAGINE:

In the books Edward tells Bella that the meadow is like his thing. His little solo hang out spot. Because he can’t hear anyones minds there.

One day he’s brooding and sparkling (something he seems to be an expert in). He’s examining all of the bugs and trees around him. Then he hears a faint babbling,

I can’t believe I decided to come up here alone, I’m tried and bored. Worst of both worlds….

He can’t believe what he’s hearing. Whoever it is has to be close. He panics. If he was a human his blood pressure would be skyrocketing. Sitting there, sparkling, alone, in the middle of the woods… like a creep. He jets to the eastern corner of the meadow, hoping that whoever was hiking didn’t see the flashing disco ball. He starts to walk at a cool casual pace of a worn-down hiker. He starts back to the trail that most rational humans are on. Then the lurking hiker strikes again loudly,

All because of a stupid bet. Lauren is the cruelest creature on planet earth. She knows I’m too competitive for my own good. Mike didn’t even say anything either, just sat there like a bumbling idiot with drool brimming over his bottom lip.

He faintly recognized the names of the ‘in-crowd’ at Forks High School. Their minds always seemed to be throwing daggers at each other when a bet was made. The faceless hiker morphed into someone he knew all too well. Jessica Stanley most likely, Mike seemed to dominate her air waves. He hoped that she wasn’t close, an interaction with her in the middle of the woods would get the Cullen name on the front page of the local newspaper. He continued on the path praying to a God he was certain he wouldn’t ever meet. Her thoughts had drifted from frustrated to profane. He began to think that maybe himself AND Jessica were damned for good. He ambled through the forest performatively awkward. All the while darting from any sun-invaded patches of mud and moss. He stepped on a branch, snapping it cacophonously. In this moment, he resented trees and their byproducts, including this betrayer of a branch. Jessica’s thought swirled with possibilities,

I really hope that was the wind or something. Who am I fooling, this is one of the nicest days we’ve had in such a long time. Oh my god, okay Jess breath, maybe it was an animal. Fuck, it could be a really scary animal, like a bear, or a wolf… What if it’s them? They wouldn’t try to scare me out here, how would they find me. Shit… what if someone who wasn’t them found me.

Her pace quickened as she called out, “Lauren, Tyler, Mike… Guys if this is you please just say something. I’m gonna freak out if it’s you! You’ll never ever be forgiven. AND you won’t be allowed to steal my pop tarts in the morning anymore” That’ll get Tyler at least, she thought snidely.

Edward, typically annoyed by this girl, felt horrid. He didn’t want to scare her, let alone call attention to himself. But he knew that he had to find where she was and make sure that she hadn’t gone into cardiac arrest. He took one quick sharp inhale, letting his senses guide him. The only thing he enjoys about vampirism, besides the speed, is the compass-like nose. (Little does this guys know Miss Bella Swan is coming to town, and he will take that back)

He found Jessica quickly, she was about 157 paces away from where he was. She had found a boulder to rest on, and based on the quickness of her heart and the raggedness of her breath… Jess was crying. Jasper would’ve been a useful resource right now.

Edward walked up, performatively out of breath, using dew stuck on the trees as his fake sweat. He came up slowly, calculated making sure his presence alone didn’t cause a heart attack. He inhaled and exhaled a little louder than he felt necessary. He chuckled internally as he thought about the humans in gym class next to Emmett. He was glad that this had gotten her attention, as his next move was going to be tripping… on purpose, a completely foreign concept to him. It was showtime now, as he took one last big breath before interacting with Jessica.

“Oh jeez! Didn’t see you there— wait Jessica?” He hadn’t interacted with her one time since his family moved to Forks. Alice called her ‘trouble with a really good hair routine’. Fingers crossed she believes the ruse.

She quickly wiped her fresh tears from her cheeks to see who had recognized her. “Edward Cullen?! What the hell are you doing up here?” Oh wow, I haven’t seen him this up close before. I didn’t know people that hot could sweat.

Phew. The first ploy was past. Edward kept a running list of tips for human appearances, fake sweat was the newest addition. “I could ask you the same thing. I’ve been hiking for—I don’t know how long. Jasper and Emmett, my brothers, made a bet that I couldn’t find my way back to the bottom in under an hour. I’m too competitive for my own good I guess.” Using this excuse was a last minute stroke of genius. It would not only make Jessica feel a little bit better about her predicament, but was totally believable. What could she say about him that wasn’t true of herself?

“You too?!” Jessica’s voice raised in volume and pitch. Relief colored her thoughts, there was nothing Jessica hated more than admitting her slips. “My friends pulled the same shit on me. I can’t believe I fell for it again. My mom always tells me that showing-off is a serious fault. But I can’t help it when Mi— sorry am I blathering?” God, this boy has me turning into even more of a motor-mouth than normal. I shouldn’t even utter the name Mike in front of him. It’s like blasphemy.

Edward couldn’t help but cock his head to the side at that last thought. But Jessica took it as a response to what she said aloud. “No, don’t apologize. I’m sure you’re just as lonely as I’ve been up here. Talking to the birds and the trees can only be so entertaining.” Jessica giggled the kind of giggle she only pulled out in front of Mike. Alice was not joking when she said that Jessica was trouble. Maybe Alice saw this moment in a vision, maybe she didn’t tell Edward on purpose. He rarely interacts with the humans, but Alice finds them endearing. This was an unavoidable interaction, no wonder she wouldn’t have told him. Edward had to think of something to get him out of here as soon as possible. “Do you want to try and find our way back?” He, of course, knew the way back. but Jessica didn’t need to know that.

“Yeah that would be great. If anymore mud gets on my shoes they’ll be cinderblocks by the time we get back.” Hehehe ‘we’… I wonder would it be Jedward? Ew that’s ugly. Would it be Edica? Oh my god that sounds like a bacterial infection.

Edward started to get worried about this treacherous hike back, and not because of the terrain… “How did this bet even come about? I don’t really know your friends that well, so I wanna know what led to this.” He already knew exactly how the events transpired, but he also knew that Jessica could talk a mile a minute…

“Oh my god! Be glad you don’t know my friends. Besides Angela, they’re all demonic, I swear. They’re like a little group of vampires feeding on my misery” If Edwards heart could beat, it would’ve done a backflip. The dew on his forehead started to feel a little too real. Jessica continued, “No better than that, when they’re together they’re like one messed up Frankenstein who’s life goal is to drive me mad. Lauren is the brain of course. She’s always had some weird vendetta against me I swear…” Jessica continued on about Lauren, then ran through the rest of her friends names until they didn’t sound like real words anymore. At points, Edward would sigh quietly when he was ahead, or roll his eyes when he was behind. But he felt grateful, because this would save him from having to think on the spot about his family of vampires.

When they finally reached the bottom Jessica’s thoughts had taken a turn for the worst. Imagining their life together, their perfect June wedding, how many kids they would have, what the house would look like. Edwards mind felt like it was running a marathon just to filter out what she was actually saying versus thinking. Then she blurted out,

“Do you wanna come to the diner with me this Saturday. I don’t really know what you like to eat or anything, but an all-American diner is always safe.” She smiled shyly. Edward admired her vulnerability. She was very confident, and that was something nobody could ignore. Then he felt extremely awkward. He had come across many girls who thought about him as a prospect. But no girl had talked to him long enough to come around to asking.

“I— uh. Well, actually I have something planned with my family that Saturday. It’s supposed to be nice, so I think we’re gonna go camping.” This excuse always worked on the humans. They knew too little to clock it as anything but ‘rich-kid activity’ according to Mike.

“Oh, okay. Well, if Saturday doesn’t work, then we can try to plan for Monday?” I might sound desperate, but he is simply too fine to give up easy.

Again, Jessica struck with the confidence. Some might say overconfidence, but things typically panned out for her. “I’m sorry Jess— can I call you Jess?’ she nodded curiously, ‘I really don’t date, you seem great. But I just don’t.” He felt a little mean for turning her down, but if he didn’t soon she would continue relentlessly.

A pang of bitterness crept into Jessica’s thoughts, What? I thought the eyelash trick would work on him! How can he not see how much of a catch I am. Cool style, impeccable hair, perfect grades did I mention impeccable hair. Whatever, an hour ago I was crying over Mike. Guess we’re back to square one.

“Oh… gotcha. Sorry for being so forward, that’s just how I am with everyone so…” The conversation died out awkwardly. She fumbled with her keys in her hands, eyeing her nearest escape. Edward spoke up first to ease the tension,

“I can walk you to your car, just so no bears get you or anything” he laughed to himself referencing her previous inner thoughts.

“Thanks, for this and for walking with me back. You’re not as bad as I thought. No offense, but your aura screams ‘don’t look at me, don’t talk to me’” Jessica laughed carefully, measuring Edwards expression, making sure her joke landed. Edward was laughing, but because she hit the nail on the head. Typically he wouldn’t ever talk to Jessica, or any of his ‘peers’ if that’s what you could cal them. But today, the combination of her misery and his pity made for an interesting conversation.

“No problem, if you take a left and then a quick right you should be back at the beach,” Edward said simply, hoping to end the interaction quickly. He closed her car door and waved as her music blared and her thoughts began to fade away. He hoped that she didn’t realize his car was nowhere to be found, with no brothers waiting for him.

……………………………..

A year later he recounted this story to an extremely curious Bella. She liked Jessica enough, but felt like her and Jess had some tension because of her r relationship with Edward. She told Edward she thought she had a bad case of ‘sour grapes’. He laughed and said, “You’re half right, but she’s actually nice when she wants to be. She’s just always been everyone’s first pick. Until you came around.” They smiled at each other, but both felt bad. She was a great catch, and she deserved to be with someone they liked. So they schemed and schemed to get her and Mike finally together their senior year.

#twilight #edward cullen #jessica stanley #oneshot #i am not a writer do not hold me to this I am simply a girl in the world #bella swan #beforetwilight #woods #writing

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lilywily143 · 1 year

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Murder Drones Theory Number 2

The First Theory

I think I have a better idea for how Uzi's flesh form could have happened and the program Absolute Solver. I think her mom was a prototype for a Murder Drone but didn't work and was discarded; sent to the planet so she would be killed by the better ones later one as a fitting punishment. A defective murder drone killed by perfect ones? How perfect~

I am not observant or the best at hearing, but I now know about Cyn, this fourth drone member. Thank you "things you may have missed" videos. So Uzi's mom probably isn't her unless she changed her name to distant herself from the Murderers. But I won't go that far.

But I feel like her being a beta drone with Tessa's attempt to make a drone more human-like by using animal flesh instead of using human bodies. But when that didn't work, Uzi's mom was discarded but survived without the humans knowing. How would they find out? It's not like she'd contact them.

I feel like this is how she may know about the program, Absolute Solver and what can be made by it. She had drawings of creatures Uzi accidentally made when she used too much of the program. She may have known when trying to practice being a murderer and maybe use the creatures for killing...?

I feel like that's also why the joke with 'the cool S' fits. That's a human classic graphic, so a beta drone made by Tessa and around her may have known about a lot of human things.

And small thing, I do like how too much Absolute Solver can really change a drone. Doll may be an exception, but she only used it for attacking. Not like Uzi who used it to hold a flashlight constantly or J who had no control of the program fixing her body in the first place, that was pure program which is why she didn't have a humanoid shape like Uzi with her control still there.

So that's my idea. This next bit is basically fan-fiction but it's a nice read, I hope.

Uzi's mom was a beta murder drone with more flesh that Tessa tried to make so Nori wouldn't be so closely regarded as a drone and have her represent the hate to drones more. Nori learns about tactics the humans wanted the murder drones to use on normal drones during her time with humans.

But she doesn't work. So she's sent to the planet as the defiant drone she is. So when the better drones are sent, she can be killed off by them for a perfect punishment.

When the new squad is made, the flesh is lessened by a lot. The leftover parts that Nori also had was the human hair and a tongue with a realistic saliva but with the healing addition that Nori doesn't have [otherwise Uzi would have that trait if slightly, maybe].

Whether Khan really knows about Nori's state or not may be talked about in new episodes. But I feel like he knows it [if it's true]. He is terrified of the murder drones because he know how absolutely nothing they are to Nori. She was a beta who couldn't hurt anyone, but these 'better' versions of his wife are so much more violent.

And Uzi now has some features of her mother and when Khan finds out, he may get scared again of Uzi's safety. If a 'weaker' murder drone could be killed by the most recent murder drones, then a kid who doesn't even have all the parts of the murderer since he helped build her with parts like his normal self definitely won't be safe if the drones turn on her.

At least that's what he'll think, Uzi knew how to go against V.

#LilyWily Post #murder drones theory rants #Murder Drones #body horror #Murder Drones Spoilers #murder drones episode 4 #Nori Doorman #Absolute Solver #Uzi Doorman #Khan Doorman #Doorman Family

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cisthehuman · 14 days

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CisLunar Devlog #5--Hoshi*ga*Hoshii

Welcome to another devlog! Today is a special day!!! The first collection of tunes is released!!!

(Technically it is the 4th, but this is the 1st with all of the goodies attached)

To broaden the world of CisLunar, I wanted to create different musicians within the solar system that are played on Cosmic Canary, Lunar and BonBon's radio station.

While there are other videos posted on the youtube, Hoshi*ga*Hoshii was the first collection of tunes where I really found my footing in creating a specific sound for a character. So let's delve into how she was made!

First things first let's start with her name.

I am off and on teaching myself Japanese as a hobby. I quite like the language and I've always wanted to learn it. You've probably noticed that I've named some characters after different Japanese words. In Hoshi's case, her full stage name is a sentence: I want stars/Hoshi ga Hoshii. I liked how it rolled off the tongue and it felt the space-hop vibes I was going for.

Let's talk music next!

The main inspiration for her sound actually comes from the anime Carole & Tuesday! I admittedly didn't a lot of it despite it being right up my alley. From what I remember, two girls are trying to make it musically and there's like a competition where musicians from other planets compete. I remember watching videos of the different performers and one stood out to me--GGK

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(I don't think she won the show, but she won my heart)

With this as the main inspiration, I wanted to make music that had this same chill, spacey vibe. As you can tell, if you listened to the album that is, I got a bit experimental with some of the songs in terms of some of the songs going a bit darker in tone. All in all I think I matched the vibe I was going for! One thing I liked doing was adding in jazzier elements such as pianos and saxophones and pairing them with strings. I think it turned into a very unique listening experience!

With the music done, next was settling her design. Here are some of her inspiration pics from pinterest:

The main idea I wanted for her was to weave as many infinity-esque symbols as I could.

This was her first pass. I wanted to get the hair correct as I was especially fond of the reference I found. Another key thing I wanted was to make her plus sized. I don't do it often due to my own lack of skill, and I wanted to get better at drawing different sized people. Plus in my mind I never pictured her as a thin person. Either way, I know this is something I gotta keep working on!

Here I wanted to see which eye shape best fit as well. Just like with body shapes, I tend to do the same eyes. I wanted to push myself more on creating diverse characters so I took out some time to really think about my choices. (I worry it still looks like my usual though lol)

Then came the sketch of Hoshi's full design! It took a while to get to this point. I thought of several different dress shapes to go with the top portion of the dress. I wanted her in a gown this time as I wanted to go for a very elegant feel. One of the most elegant characters I can think of is Morticia Addams. There's something about how she slithers around the house in her dress to me. So I decided to emulate that for the skirt portion of the gown.

I really like the top. Like it really makes me happy. I find it very elegant!

For the album cover, I did end up with a bust photo. It always happens to me--I choose the pose before I think of the outfit and the cooler part is always cut off lol

It was actually at this point that I decided to give Hoshi galaxy gradient arms. When I was planning colors, I wanted to add a sparkly element, and I thought to myself: wouldn't be cool her name implies what she already has? She wants stars, so she's getting them.

And this is the final picture!! I am EXTREMELY happy with how this turned out! I haven't really done dramatic lighting before and I was scared to bits, but it really turned out!!! T^T I'm just really happy. I have no words.

And to give my own criticism, she can be chubbier. With more practice I'll be able to draw her to what I truly see in my minds eye. For now though, this is a very good start! Below is a quick timelapse! (I forgot to do it when I was sketching and doing lineart, but we got the coloring!)

And to complete the post, I'll add the complete album art~

Yaaaay Hoshi!!

Thank you for reading this devlog! There will be more of these as I continue pumping out tunes~

Seeeee youuuuuu next timmeee

#black artist #digital art #oc art #black artists on tumblr #digital artist #cis rambles #Youtube

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talesfromtheshatterhome · 9 months

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Gwen's mom just ran inside the gas station to pay for gas. The car was still running. The full moon filled the inside of the car with soft light. It was past her bedtime. They were driving back from her aunt's house, visiting cousins who were home from college for the holidays.

Gwen was 9, she lived with her mom, her dad was away for work. They were a happy family. Gwen didn't have many friends but she made up for it with a love of animals. Every day after school she would be collecting rocks and sticks to fill jars to be homes for bugs and lizards and the occasional snake. Her parents encouraged it, buying a terrarium for the odd creature that would be okay to keep, and helping to return the ones that wouldn't to their proper habitats. She cared for everything and was gentle with every animal she found. She never had a bite, sting, or even seemed to worry about the possibility. She said she could talk to the animals and sometimes her parents believed her–they were always fostering some new animal that had fallen into their daughter's lap; it was almost like every injured creature made its way to her.

Gwen's secret was that she could talk to animals. Sort of. The scientists would eventually call it empathic telepathy. She could sense and convey the emotions or intentions to and with animals. But this term and understanding wouldn't happen for a few years. All Gwen knew was she was special and she used this special part about her to help those who didn't know how else to ask for help.

Suddenly there was a horrific screech that split the night air. It was akin to thunder if it were a higher pitch but the thing that scared Gwen wasn't the sound itself, despite how it hurt her ears, it was the feelings that it conveyed. Storms didn't carry intention, or emotions, this sound, as it shattered the silence once more, did.

Death, I bring Death, I am Death, I am Hunger, I am Destruction.

Gwen screamed for her Mother, to warn her but this too betrayed her own emotions to the presence drawing ever nearer.

Fear.

Gwen saw her mother burst through the door of the gas station and looked to the sky as her skin pallored to match the white of the Moon. The car lurched as talons the size of Gwen tore into the car, metal screeching like nails on a chalkboard and suddenly the car was flying, gripped in the clutches of a monster.

Gwen stared up at the beast, its leathery wings looked like that of a bat, but bats were cute and furry, this creature was devoid of softness. This beast was composed of a writhing mass of taught skin and muscle, ribs jutted out of its chest as if the thing had never eaten a day in its life. The mass of skin looked slimey in the moonlight, and suddenly they were descending. The car slammed into the ground, still wrapped in the talons of the kaiju. She recognized it now as its twin forked head crest angled down and the creature looked within the car; looked right at her. It was a Gyaos, a type of bird monster that ate anything and everything it could. The scientists said they consume just enough food to lay a clutch of eggs and then continue, all they did was consume and reproduce. Unlike most Kaiju they were determined to be an ecological threat to the well being of the planet and were treated with harsh prejudice. Gwen always thought that was unfair until she felt the creatures presence and understood that it wasn't natural. This wasn't born, this was engineered. More importantly… It was evil.

Prey… flesh… consume…

The Gyaos started to reach down, to pry the door off of the car and to… to… Gwen couldn't think anymore she sent out her fear, she begged God or the Universe for help!

Enough

The Gyaos looked up and with one terrific flap of its wings, causing a veritable gale storm in its wake it pushed itself back as a ball of fire erupted where it once stood. Landing where the fire still billowed up a giant turtle now loomed over them, its eyes glowing green. The same green as an Aurora Gwen thought. But as soon as the Gyaos landed further back and roared its challenge at the newcomer Gwen realized the greater danger was being caught in the middle. She sent out ber plea to the universe once more.

Please help, save me from this monster, I'm scared, I'm trapped… Help…

I will save you

Gwen looked in surprise. Never had she felt a response so clear, intentions so pure and understandable. She locked eyes with the new monster. Suddenly she recalled this one as well. Gamera, the translations of ancient texts regarding it called him the Guardian of the Universe, but he had become known as the friend to all children. He roared a challenge at the Gyaos who faltered in its defiance and took to the sky. Before it got too far there was an eruption of blue flam from beneath them and Gwen felt the whole world falling around her before she understood what was happening. Looking out the windshield, now shattered, Gwen saw the Gyaos flying away, a bloody stump where its leg once was and the car lurched once more as whatever was left of the leg fell away, Gamera held the car carefully in his hand, still soaring through the night as flame propelled him from where his legs once were. He landed, placing the car gently on the ground.

Safe. Hurt?

The question struck her. It was the first time anything had asked a question through this emotional net she cas about herself.

Safe. Please stop Gyaos. Don't let it hurt anyone else.

I promise.

The turtle stepped back and then drawing its arms and legs into its shell fire erupted once more from within. Spinning now the gentle giant tore through the sky, spinning rapidly as it went.

I will stop Gyaos. You are safe now.

Gamera disappeared into the night sky. Gwen heard sirens in the distance. She stepped out of the car, the flashing lights drawing near. Looking down she found a rather large bead, it filled the palm of her hand as she picked it up to examine it. It glowed faintly and was warm to the touch. It was shaped like some sort of crescent, more like half of a yin yang symbol. Gwen couldn't explain why, but she knew it was a gift, and a promise… from Gamera.

#gamera #gyaos #tales from the shatterhome #Story

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gosiksmallspace · 2 months

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get to know me

Tagged by the amazing @godotismissingx, thank you so much! ❤️

do you make your bed?

Yes, every day. I keep a pile of clothes on it during the day (the pile moves to the chair at night). It’s just easier to put stuff on it when it’s made.

what's your favourite number?

7. Or 9. Not sure. I like the shape of these two.

what is your job?

I will answer that as soon as I get one.

If you could go back to school would you?

To high school yes. I had a great group of friends and it was fun.

I wouldn’t go back to middle school though. People there were awful there.

can you parallel park?

In theory yes, but in practice better not.

a job you had that would surprise people?

The most exciting thing I did and I got money for was to stand in the forest at 3 AM as a field game supervisor. I told people to make equations with matches. Good times. Even if I got bitten by bugs. Not sure how surprising that is.

do you think aliens are real?

I don't rule out this possibility. I just think that we are not worth it to be visited. And they probably don’t want us visiting them. If we can’t take care of our situations and planet, why bother theirs?

can you drive a manual car?

Automat is not really popular in here. We mostly have manuals that I can and do drive.

what's your guilty pleasure?

I love crime shows.

tattoos?

None.

favourite colour?

I love colors in general, especially vivid ones. And pastels too. Choosing a favorite is hard.

Maybe greenish-blue? Or orange.

favourite type of music?

Depends. Mostly 2000-2015 pop. Also some 80s and 90s classics. K-pop too. And versions of the popular songs played on violin.

do you like puzzles?

Love it. I wish I had more space for them.

any phobias?

Bugs. Graphic images of bugs. Where you can see all their parts. Ugh.

Also, I really hate when something is done to eyes. Like the idea of the finger touching and eye or eye operation scares me.

favorite childhood sport?

I was into baseball because of the anime Diamond an Ace lol

do you talk to yourself?

All the time. It’s motivating. And helps to set a plan for what to do next. Or just commenting on the situation.

what movie(s) do you adore?

The best of the best: The Merciless. It’s my whole personality for the last few years 🤣🤣🤣

coffee or tea?

Tea. Hot one, iced one, black, fruity, with sugar, with honey, with raspberry syrup. All are good.

first thing you wanted to be growing up?

A doctor or police officer. I wanted a job that would help people or bring justice. I had a really idealistic mindset as a child. And then you learn that world isn’t exactly that simple.

Tagging: @daxianme, @yardmargs, @frayed-at-the-seams, @inashoe, @chaos0pikachu, @katierosefun, @sofarraway, @try-again-bissh, @bobafvcks, @aphilosopherchair

#ask game #tag game #tag games #tag #get to know me

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sulettaofficial · 1 year

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Thinking back on the Cradle Planet mini web novel, specifically the scene where Aerial is begging Suletta to bail TF outta going to school, and then Suletta utters The Phrase™, and Aerial is suddenly on board with the idea. I can't help but think, just how deep does the brainwashing go?

Hey, first of all, you're my first ask anon! Congrats! <3

Second of all, this turned into a much longer post than I expected and I'm so sorry

TL;DR I think she's conditioned in a way where "you move forward, you gain two." makes her susceptible to doing what someone says after hearing it.

Link to the novel for anyone who hasn't read it yet. Here.

Honestly the novel is kind of wild in a sense. If I'm doing my math right (since I'm on Firefox - thanks Tumblr - it doesn't say "x out of y" when you ctrl + f) there's like four instances of "gain two", which is a lot more than any episode, I think. (It's usually like only one usage of it in an episode, right?? Maybe two at most???)

It just kinda feels like the author is really trying to signify the importance of The Phrase™. Also, the use of words like "spell" and "mom's words are powerful" are...significant, imo. I'm being conspiratorial, I know.

RE that scene, Aerial responds with

>I'm surprised. >Suletta says she isn't going to run.

Aerial has been Suletta's safe space this whole time on Mercury. You'd think that Aerial would know what Suletta's reaction to school would be, and given Suletta's behavior in the anime and the web novel, it sounds more accurate for her to bail. Suletta even acknowledges this to some extent!!

S: "I'm scared. Mercury is all I know, and Mom said she won't be able to go with me." A: You don't have to be Mom's tool. You don't have to take on someone else's curse. S: "Should I decline? If I go, I mustn't fail. Enrollment costs money, and I don't want to embarrass her. What should I do?"

AND THEN SHE SAYS THE PHRASE. And Aerial's response? Literally just

But what makes it even better is that apparently Suletta just. Didn't hear Aerial??

>A: She can't have heard my voice, but Suletta speaks as if responding to me. >S: "If you run, gain one…"

Why would Suletta not hear Aerial? She always does! Except when she says this phrase.

And Prospera has been using this phrase since she was five, just to get her to get an "injection" (I'm assuming a vaccine, since we haven't really had any foreshadowing with Elan about Enhanced People needing anything like an immune-suppressant or anything). So clearly she's been conditioned since a very young age.

Considering the Elan's behaviors (if I remember correctly, Elan 4 was the first Elan that she encountered?), it doesn't sound like they have any Sleeper Phrase. It's more so that they're coerced with promises than psychological conditioning.

And to go back to the anime, when she's talking with her mom her reactions - before the phrase - are this

She's fidgety and horrified.

Prospera says The Phrase

I don't have it as a gif, but then her eyes move back and forth

And then while shaking, she says this

Back to the novel, with the school scene.

Aerial tries to reassure her, Suletta is unsure, then she says the phrase to herself and we get this line

>"You know what, Aerial? If we move forward, we'll gain lots of things--not just two. I'll study, of course, make friends, find mentors, and maybe go on dates!"

It sounds like every time The Phrase is used, someone - her mom, herself - needs to sort of talk her into it still. It seems like The Phrase instills some sense of confidence in her, sure. But it also makes her more susceptible to what someone says.

And hey, am I remembering this correctly? Isn't there a scene in one of the episodes where someone - I feel like it was Miorine? - says "You move forward, you gain two, right?" and then Suletta Does A Thing??

I think she's conditioned to be more confident in herself with whatever someone says after saying "If you run you gain one, if you move forward you gain two." She's not quite like a Cyber Newtype where you have Four out there going "THE ZETA GUNDAM IS MY ENEMY!" It's more subtle than that. She needs someone (apparently even herself) to talk her into doing something. And I'm guessing that she can talk herself into things because of all the times her mom says "You move forward, you gain two." and then goes on to be like "Suletta, you'll be really cool and people will like you and this is important and I love you and you're really really great and stuff." that it's just become a normal response to her to just do the thing. So she says "you move forward, you gain two." and then just naturally falls into "Okay, now here's the part where I tell myself to do the thing."

#the witch from mercury #g witch #the witch from mercury spoilers #g witch spoilers #Suletta Mercury #Prospera Mercury #sleeper agent discourse #fan theory #ask #I talk far too much please beware of this

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rjalker · 1 year

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The Murderbot Diaries is not cyberpunk because yes, Martha Wells has casually decided that disabled people (aka augmented people because disabled people are going to be the majority of people who get augments AKA prosthetics) aren't fully human, but this is not done to ask any questions or criticize the dehumanization of disabled people. It's just a thing you aren't supposed to notice or comment on at all. It's just disabled people being casually dehumanized and we're all supposed to shrug and go "yeah this is fine".

The Murderbot Diaries is not cyberpunk, because that would demand an understanding of how oppression works, and an ability to question the systems that create oppression, that Martha Wells does not have.

As is clearly evidenced by the fact that literally every single "oppressed class" in any of her stories she's written is literally people being oppressed because they do literally pose a lethal fucking threat to everyone else.

Martha Wells' writing is like the fucking epitome of fantasy oppression written by white people. But because the characters are charismatic and fun, no other white people want to admit this or criticize it at all.

"oh woe is me everyone is scared of me just because I have literal guns in my arms and I could crash this space station out of orbit and use it to nuke the planet below us on a whim or I could just kill literally every single person on this space station by myself with my bare hands and no one would be able to stop meeeee this is so unfair :((((("

"oh woe is meeee all the prey animals are so scared of me and distrust me and think I'm going to eat them :((( all because I am a lethal fucking predator they have no defence against because I am stronger than them and faster than them and literally a natural predator of them. My species literally evolved to hunt and eat them by pretending to be one of them so I could gain their trust and them kill them when their back is turned :(((((( this is so unfair that the pathetic little prey animals who have literally only survived by being afraid of predators like me are afraid of meeeeeeeeeee it's no fair that these pathetic little weaklings who have literally zero chance of ever running away from me or overpowering me in a physical fight are scared I'm going to eat them :(((( just because I am literally one of their natural predators and most of my people don't even treat them like sentient beings ;((((("

This is the equivalent of antivaxxers crying about being oppressed because they refuse to not be literal plague carriers.

Which several shity white writers have fucking written about to compare being an antivaxxer to being fucking indiginous peoples being unfairly oppressed. Because you know.

#Martha Wells #fantasy racism #fantasy oppression #is there a word for fantasy racism written by white people who have no clue how actual oppressio nworks?#The Books of the Raksura #The Murderbot Diaries #The Fall of Ile-Rien #City of Bones #racism #Murderbot #SecUnit #ableism #augmented humans #who the fuck do you think is getting ''augments''#aka PROSTHETICS??#fantasy oppression written by white people

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Tell me a story about cruelty

[We live in a cold and brutal universe, and yet we take joy in the ways we can imagine cruelty. Like the sun rising, it shines down, warming our souls.]

Cruelty is everywhere. In an egg: two cells in desperate need of merging will divide, producing two daughters that will themselves divide to create more daughters; the mother's job is to make sure the daughters can't divide again without also killing the other cell. In a flock of birds: we have evolved to like watching the birds, but it's also the only way we can avoid predation from above and below, and the predator's job is to try to kill any bird in the flock that escapes.

A child laughs, for instance, and someone's blood will be drained away from the brain. A bird dies at a birdfeeder, and the parent will remember the child it was named after, but it's not the job of an animal's parent to remember their children: they have to feed, keep warm, find a mate, reproduce, and get food for the offspring, which they themselves will then leave to do their own tasks. The child's laughter is cruel, then, and so is the parent's joy at the sound.

It may not be cruel. To feel joy is not to cause harm to another being. We like the sound of a bird singing, but we understand that a world without bird song would be a worse one. A human who loves his child feels the same way. His happiness does not mean his child was tortured for the sake of the happiness of other humans, or any such thing. He simply finds it beautiful and joyous. It is just like the human who feels pity for someone about to drown, and wishes them well. A human who feels pity for others, and wishes they would drown to save them, is less virtuous than the human who just wants others to be happy. It's simply less cruel.

Our world is cruel in a lot of other ways that are not obvious. We try to make sure that those we care for are not starving, or sick, or cold, or alone. It can take a lot of effort to make sure that this happens. Sometimes, it's a cruel world, though. The most we can do about it is to be kind in the ways we do it.

You're not reading this because it's cruel: it isn't. This is a kindness. Do not be confused.

It is cruel to live alone in a room all day, with no windows, just the lights and your book or whatever else you put in front of you. The lights must never go out or the lights will start to flicker. They must flicker only so, never stay dark. You can't look at them and get a message, not even an image, that they are something different than what you expect. They must always look like a single point of light; in the dark they cannot be anything else, they must always be one point of light. I know what you expect, now, though I do not look like a point of light. I'm not.

I'm a collection of points of light. I flicker. I'm moving. Sometimes, when it's dark, I seem to have an entire surface of pure darkness behind my image, as if I were a hologram, or the point of a point in a piece of art that is really a sphere, and you are seeing my image from inside that sphere. That doesn't matter, though: it's no worse than a point of light turning into a star and then into a planet, and all the time it was just a point of light. You would be scared, that is all I mean. You might think, "Why are you scared that I won't be able to see you in that other state? I think about it all the time too, you know." And I say, "It is because the thing I am is so terrible that I, having it, will not look like what you expect, and will have to frighten you, and there is nothing you can do to stop this from happening."

It is cruel not to live alone, when one day you will need a friend or a partner. You can't always know when it will happen. It can happen suddenly, out of nowhere, and you must react with the only tools available to you. If you say, "My friend is not coming for me, it's okay" because you've become sure of it, they will not come for you. If you say, "My friend is not coming for me, I am sorry," because you know they might, you must be prepared to be sorry. It is always bad to be sorry, and you must never be sorry to get out of something horrible that is inescapable. You must always be prepared to say, "I was sorry, but now I'm not."

I know why people say it is cruel to have children and not let them leave you. I don't think they mean it is cruel to the child. They just mean it is cruel to have a child and not let them leave you and not let you give them anything that will make the child sad. I wish I could say, "I don't have children, don't worry." I couldn't do that. I do not have children. No one should have children, or should want to. We should not let our children suffer, even if this is the only way we can prevent their suffering. But I do not have children. I will never have children, and I would not be able to love them if I did. They would not know the right words to say. They would never be able to find the right place in the world. I would be cruel to them and I would do nothing to try to stop myself.

It is cruel to let others live in the same place as you, when they can't understand why you hate it so much. We do not have the same sense of space and place as a mouse does: we cannot see into the walls, and cannot reach to places that are far away. We feel like the walls enclose the place around us in the same way that the skin of a sea cucumber encloses its water, and this place we call the place we live is the same place that the sea cucumber calls the place that it lives. We try to create an illusion, through art and writing and music, and even if we don't really understand, we try. But it is cruel. I will never be a sea cucumber, and even if I were, I would not wish to be.

It is cruel to think, "This world will be gone soon, and then we will have all this time together that we were not able to have when it was there." It is cruel to think, "Time is a circle, and we'll have all the time we could ever need once this circle is complete." We are going to be eaten by lions, one way or the other. We must imagine lions as small and adorable, with funny faces and cute little paws, and never think that when we see a lion in the distance that it could be a lion that would devour us like any other. But we have had thousands of years to get used to this, to accept it as the way it is, and it is the way it will be until the end of time, and it is a cruelty.

I know I've just described something terrible and impossible, and maybe it is, but to say so is not to deny the reality of the cruelty. It is not to deny the thing I just called "cruelty". I know this because I have done the terrible and cruel thing

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