#I wish humans could reproduce asexually

[dragon-watcher03]

Mk1 x Milf! Reader

3/3

Intro dialogues

Ft: Scorpion (Kuai Liang), Sub-Zero (Bi-han), Smoke (Tomas Vrbara), Reptile (Syzoth), Johnny Cage.

D/n= Daughters name

Note: you have a 15 year old daughter. You are not human, you are of a species that can reproduce asexually. There will also be some dialogue with the daughter as well. (so the daughter is basically a clone of you physically so just imagine her looking like how you did when you were 15-) And I'm making the daughter have my personality so if you don't like it, too bad.

Scorpion: Your species' ability to reproduce is quite fascinating... Y/n: Are you upset I have no need for a mate, Kuai?

Scorpion: Are you sure you aren't looking for a husband? Y/n: I'm sure I can make an exception for you, little flame.

Scorpion: You truly are a Goddess, dearest. Y/n: Oh stop, you're making me blush!

Y/n: D/n seems to be warming up to you, little flame. (pun intended-) Scorpion: I hope she is, I truly wish to bond with her.

Y/n: I appreciate you trying to bond with D/n, Kuai. Scorpion: I don't only do it for you, but for her as well.

Y/n: Are you going to propose anytime soon or must I do it? Scorpion: I... I will get to that, my dearest.

Sub-Zero: I will prove that I am a worthy husband for you, lovely. Y/n: Oh? Then you better make it worthwhile.

Sub-Zero: A woman such as yourself deserves a strong and honorable man to love. Y/n: Might you be that man, little wolf?

Sub-Zero: D/n has been teasing a lot recently... Y/n: That's just how she treats the people she likes, Bi-han.

Y/n: I see you've been spending more time with D/n. Any particular reason why? Sub-Zero: If I'm going to marry you one day, I need to earn your daughter's trust and acceptance first.

Y/n: Behind that cold exterior is a man I deem worthy of love. Sub-Zero: Only if that love is from you and D/n... (platonically ofc-)

Y/n: It was you who killed him, wasn't it? Sub-Zero: That bastard deserved it for thinking he could have you...

Smoke: You don't mind if me and D/n head to Madam Bo's, do you? Y/n: sigh Just make sure she doesn't start any fights, okay?

Smoke: The fact you don't even need a male to reproduce is just... awesome. Y/n: Yes, although we can reproduce the fun way as well...

Smoke: You looked stunning in that dress last night, Dove. Y/n: Why thank you, angel.

Y/n: D/n seems to really like you, Tomas. Smoke: Really? Oh, thank God! I was worried she didn't!

Y/n: giggles You're so cute when you're nervous, angel. Smoke: groans Please dove, don't tease me like that...

Y/n: No words can express how much I care for you, Tomas. Smoke: I...wow, I'm really a lucky guy, aren't I?

Reptile: So you're telling me you're a virgin with a daughter? Man, I hit the jackpot. Y/n: You truly have no filter, Syzoth. But I like that in a man so you get a pass.

Reptile: Goddamn... Y/n: Something caught your eye, sweetheart?

Reptile: You have too many admirers... Y/n: But my heart only belongs to you, sweetheart.

Y/n: The idea of a mate is rather intriguing... Reptile: chuckles Is that your way of telling me you want me?

Y/n: You and D/n are a dangerous duo... Reptile: What can I say? Like father, like future daughter.

Y/n: Your bond with D/n is truly like a father and daughter. Reptile: Just as it should be, my mate.

Johnny: Woah, you're a total milf if I've ever seen one! Y/n: A... what?

Johnny: C'mon sweetcheeks, we'd make the perfect couple! Y/n: Sorry love, but you need D/n's approval as well.

Johnny: The grey hairs, the eyes, the body, you are literally the work of Gods. Y/n: Well, you surely know how to make a woman feel good.

Y/n: D/n is making awful puns now because of you! Johnny: Awful? Those things are a work of art!

Y/n: Well hello there handsome. Johnny: Now that, that is something I won't get used to. But I'm not complaining.

Y/n: Wow, you actually got D/n to like you. Johnny: Yep, now I got a hot milf girlfriend and an awesome daughter.

D/n: So you wanna marry my mom? I don't blame you. Scorpion: Who wouldn't want to marry a woman like her.

D/n: Tell me, do you prefer Dad or Pa? Scorpion: I... I haven't even asked Y/n to marry me yet.

Scorpion: Let's see how well Y/n trained you. D/n: Maybe one day, you could teach me a thing or two.

D/n: in an Australian accent Ello there Frosty! Sub-Zero: For the love of God, please stop doing that!

D/n: You wanna go chill at Madam Bo's after this? Sub-Zero: sigh Yeah sure...

Sub-Zero: I told you to dispose of the body quickly, now she knows we killed him! D/n: Alright, calm down Dad.

D/n: So what did she say? Smoke: She said we can go, but no fights!

D/n: Say...Do my puns annoy you? Smoke: What? No! Who told you they were annoying?!

Smoke: I think Y/n is starting to catch on... D/n: Don't worry, I'll make sure she doesn't find out about the proposal!

D/n: Dude, I just found out I can also shape-shift. Reptile: Oh, the power we both hold right now.

D/n: Wouldn't it be cool if we swapped places for a day as a prank? Reptile: Oh. My. Gosh. That's the most brilliant idea I've ever heard.

Reptile: I'm not offended that you called me Dad earlier, D/n. D/n: I know... But it was in front of everyone though!

D/n: She said my puns are horrible!?! Johnny: I know! The nerve of that woman!

D/n: I don't know John... Me? In a movie? I'm just a kid... Johnny: C'mon! You'll have the crowd's heart in seconds!

Johnny: Hah, now I have two people calling me- D/n: Finish that sentence and your "Dad card" is revoked.

#mk1 #mortal kombat #mk1 x reader #sub zero x reader #scorpion x reader #smoke x reader #reptile x reader #johnny x reader #kuai liang #bi han #tomas vrbada #johnny cage

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

I was reading through aome of the other asks and found one I saw was really neat so could I request R0635, UMP9, SOPMOD and Springfield having somehow had children with S/O, what they would he like as parents.

(Also what do you mean SOPMOD asexually reproduced an identical smaller version of herself HOW)

(GFL) RO635, UMP9, M4 SOPMOD II and Springfield as parents

(SOPMOD) "Don't ask questions you aren't prepared to handle the answers to, anon!" Much like the original ask with DEFY as parents, we will assume the child's genes for their mother's side is the DNA of the human they were designed from.

RO would be constantly worried about her and S/O's child.

She'd be worried about their safety, that they weren't spending enough time with them, and a myriad of other issues.

But the moment she hears their laughter, her worries melt away as she holds them.

RO didn't think too much on what she would do outside of war, considering she was a weapon, but now she has an idea.

As much as she wishes for them to be on base so she can watch them more closely, she doesn't want them in harm's way.

And more importantly, she does not want her child to have terrible influences like SOPMOD or M16A1.

(RO635) "A-Ah! Sweetie, please be careful, don't run! You could slip on the ice around here!"

RO is admittedly a bit overbearing and a touch too affectionate for her child but it's all out of a place of love for them, and nothing is getting between her son/daughter.

UMP9 literally could not be any happier with her child and S/O.

When she and the rest of Squad 404, she wanted to start a family when she had enough money.

And it looks like one goal was already taken care of!

Given the secrecy of her squad's operations, she doesn't openly visit her child for their safety.

But the moment she can, she absolutely smothers them in affection, picking them up and giving them kisses all over their face.

(UMP9) "I'm hooome!~ Give me a hug!"

UMP9's smile threatens to hurt the servos on her face with how much she does so, playing with her kid and having zero hesitation in indulging in whatever game they wanted to play with her and S/O.

UMP9 introduces her child to her cool "aunts" of 404, having to awkwardly explain why UMP45 was so sarcastic, HK416 was so "mean", and G11 was always asleep.

CHAOS

SOPMOD is excited to have a child to raise with S/O! It means that she can teach them all sorts of cool things!

Now S/O has to reign in the chaos of two people, since the child doesn't know any better, and SOPMOD is SOPMOD.

Whenever she isn't there to look after the child due to a mission or base safety, she lets her child have SOPMOD II Jr. accompany them.

The two apparently get into all kinds of trouble, but they aren't caught so it doesn't bother SOPMOD that much.

To which S/O cannot say the same about their feelings on the matter.

(SOPMOD) "S/O! Let's go play, mommy's got you a new toy!"

The new toy consisted of a child-sized flamethrower that she made herself, which had S/O sweating buckets trying to convince her to not let them use it.

Antics aside, she would never let their kid come to any kind of harm as long as she remained functional, and always triple checks to make sure they're safe.

Springfield works even harder at the cafe knowing that she has a child.

At the end of the day, she always makes sure to save enough sweets for her family to share.

Since Springfield is not often deployed on missions, she actually has her child stay in her room on base.

If they're old enough, she has them help out around the cafe with her, G36, and S/O.

Her smile seems to grow tenfold in their presence, admittedly spoiling them a great deal.

But she can't help it! She loves her kid far too much, but she isn't afraid to scold them when necessary. Especially when it comes to hard work.

(Springfield) "Dear, please bring your mother some coffee for her friends!"

She always baked before meeting S/O and having a kid, but now her muffin production has kicked into overdrive, to the point they always have extras no matter how many they eat.

#girls' frontline imagines #girls' frontline headcanons #girls' frontline x reader #ro635 x reader #ump9 x reader #m4 sopmod ii x reader #springfield x reader #ro635 gfl #ump9 gfl #m4 sopmod ii gfl #springfield gfl

[es46]

Nakarkos is such an interesting creature, so I opted on another monstie sharing its theme. - KARAKAGAU Title - Fulgurite dragon Monster class - Elder dragon Known locales - Deserts Element/ailment - Paralysis Elemental weakness - Water (3), Dragon (2), Ice (1), Thunder (0), Fire (0) Ailment weakness - Paralysis (3), Poison (2), Blast (2), Stun (1), Sleep (1) Karakagau is an elder dragon endemic to desert regions. Contrary to most of its clade, it has an invertebrate form with a multitude of tentacles and a huge soft body. The relation to Nakarkos is obvious, as is its unique placement among elder dragons. Camouflaged by its brown and gold colours, Karakagau excels at burrowing, its rear tendrils digging out pits whilst breathing tubes and motion-sensitive fins protrude above the sand. Though known to sample fruits from time to time, Karakagau is primarily a lurking predator, creating large pits in the sand and waiting patiently for prey to stumble into its grasp, most of its body hidden save for its breathing tubes and fins. To potentially increases its chances of success, Karakagau will wriggle a tentacle around in the pit, mimicking the motions of a trapped animal to lure in other carnivores. For this reason, field workers are advised to pay extremely close attention to their surroundings when working in desert environments, as Karakagau will not hesitate to take humans as prey. Fortunately, there are subtle clues to indicate Karakagau's presence. The elder dragon exudes a strange paralytic chemical from the spines on its body and tentacles. This chemical will react with sand molecules to create an interesting crystalline form similar to fulgurite, which is often seen surrounding the pits it makes. These crystals are how Karakagau mark their territory against others of their kind, and they may even use larger clusters as weapons, either like knives or throwing them at enemies. Otherwise, if its ambush is foiled, Karakagau relies principally on its lashing limbs. It can also spit the chemical from its beak, paralyzing prey and rivals from a distance. Unlike most elder dragons, Karakagau does not display the capacity to meaningfully influence natural phenomena. It controls no elements nor alters its environment in any significant way. It is not even known to drive out neighbouring monsters through occupation, beyond those directly aware of its presence. Karakagau rarely ventures from the pits it creates, usually only leaving when it wishes to travel to an oasis to gather fruit. The elder dragon also relies on oases to reproduce; while the adult is terrestrial, the eggs its lays and the young that emerge are dependant on water. Interestingly, Karakagau are never seen to gather to mate, implying the species is asexual or parthenogenetic. While certainly a cunning ambush predator, Karakagau's comparative lack of power and influences ranks it lower than most elder dragons (Low Rank - 5, High/Master Rank - 5). The real challenge lies in exposing its ambush site. Sonic bombs are highly recommended to disorientate the elder dragon, and water weapons are useful for diluting and nullifying its paralyzing chemicals. Given its dependance on its environment to be an effective threat, the Guild believes Karakagau could be subject to capture, lacking logistical concerns of significant influence. Only accomplished hunters who have proven their worth in higher ranks should attempt such a feat. As ambush predators, Karakagau rarely directly contends with other monsters in combat, opting to simply paralyze and drag under the sand. It can be concerned by the likes of Monoblos and Diablos, whose armoured bodies and sharp horns can threaten it. As with many elder dragons, Karakagau is terrified of Nergigante and burrows as deep as it can should it sense the presence of the predator. - Thank you for reading and take care.

#elder dragon #cephalopod #monster hunter #fanart #sketch #monochrome

[kinshenewa]

Celestial Jester Lore Rant

I came up with like three different rant posts on Monday but now I don't remember them but then while typing this I DID so I am going to rant about the Celestial Jesters because I am pretty sure almost none of the lore I made is going to ever be relevant to the story.

Sun and Moon were born minutes apart, Moon in space right outside of a sun and Sun inside said sun. The Dark-coded children are always born first, and this is no exception. Sun and Moon's mother had been on her way to see her mother, who was so ecstatic to hear she would have grandbabies (and with such a kind male as well), and the mother was so happy to see her grandbabies while they chilled in the flames of the sun.

Eclipse was born in a gas planet, his mother was young (could technically be considered a teen mom) and got stuck in the gas planet. She couldn't get out, she was only 80 years old, she didn't have the strength yet to resist the gravitational pull of the planet. So she ate and ate and ate until her body mass was 30% fat, which was the minimum required for female Celestial Jesters to asexually reproduce. By the time Eclipse was old enough, they were able to leave, and when the litter is only one child, the parent takes care of the child for 50 years at minimum. The equation for how long a parent takes care of a child is 30+(20x) with x being the number of children.

Celestial Jesters cannot be harmed by terminal velocity, like squirrels. They would need to fall a certain amount or speed in order for them to not risk injury, as they have to go a certain speed or span before their skin crystallizes and protects them. Like from that one movie, Journey to the Center of the Earth or something, where they were saying that they needed more pressure on the submarine or else they would be screwed.

They ain't breathing, they ain't beating. Celestial Jesters only have a heartbeat when they are breathing. They don't need to breathe, but it gives them more options than just depending on light motes to survive. They have preferences of what kind of gas they like, for example, Sun and Moon love oxygen, because it is so sweet and energizing. Eclipse likes carbon dioxide more, as it is bitter tasting, and he likes bitter and tangy foods. They technically don't need to exhale, but they can make a gas become a different gas. For example, converting carbon dioxide into oxygen.

They also technically do not need to eat, but they like to. And at minimum they only need to defecate like, once a year, and that is if they eat full meals, three meals a day, including holidays. And that is because all the stuff they can't digest (not a lot, but more common in human food) forms into an orb that is commonly used in jewelry. The orb is usually the polar opposite color of the jester's main color scheme, so for example, Eclipse's orb would be green and white. But the orbs can form incorrectly, and when growing can actually latch onto the walls of the intestinal tract and get stuck. It isn't realised until things start building up, and that would take close to a decade to realize. Thankfully, a little surgery can easily fix that, but patients afterwards have expressed they felt quite empty afterwards (fucking literally)

Celestial Jester courting rituals depend entirely on how they are coded. Light-coded jesters are more likely to show off how they can protect and take care of the one they wish to court and any possible offspring, usually with food and displays of strength. Dark-coded jesters are more likely to show off how they can also protect and take care of them, but dark-coded jesters are more likely to exhibit their intelligence and wit. Coded jesters (almost like the non-binary type of jester if light-coded and dark-coded were thought of as male and female) are a Russian Roulette. It entirely depends on their personality. Some are more similar to light-coded, some dark-coded. Usually, however, they more resort to making things for their potential mate and exhibiting how crafty they are (as coded jesters are known to be thieving conmen in most cases).

The venom is another thing entirely. Some jesters don't have it, but all twins have venom. Light-coded jester venom pumps one up and makes one happy and cheerful, but also more malleable and submissive, making them more likely to listen to whatever the jester has to say (or says to do). All jester venom does this, but light-coded venom is the most potent. Dark-coded venom makes one sleepy and calm, slowing their systems and also weakening them, but not so much as weakening their will but actually weakening them. When afflicted, a person's response times are slower, instincts take longer to react, and their brain is less likely to see danger before it is too late. Coded venom entirely depends on the jester, but can actually be adjusted to choose how the person is afflicted.

Celestial Jesters are actually descended from prey and predators, but more specifically, one of the (now extinct) most harmless prey alive and one of the (also extinct) most dangerous predators alive long long ago.

Their fangs are not completely bone. It is mostly a squishy cartilage, and when retracted look like the regular teeth, but an inside look shows the cartilage folded in slightly so it blocks the venom. There are tiny little muscles inside the fangs, which, when flexed, make the fangs extend and pump venom. This takes work. A lot of work. It can take a Celestial Jester years to master this. Only times they can unsheath their fangs without thinking about it is when aroused, which is much more common in light-coded jesters due to their bolder tendency to act. The click sound is because the muscles are locking into place.

I can't think of anything else off the top of my head.

Also, I lost access to Discord, so I am unable to be contacted there anymore. Until stated otherwise.

#kinshenewas-writing

[adelrambles]

Christening this blog proper with a post of Utrom headcanons for the 2012 continuity! I personally find them to be the most interesting bit of lore in 12, but I wish they got explored more, so here's my take! Tried to extrapolate as much as I could purely from what's shown in this canon, but for some points I just made shit up lol

Language

-Utrom speech patterns, compared to English, are extremely formal and seek complete clarity. This is why, when directly translated with a universal translator, they come off as very stilted and redundant.

-When learning earth languages, it is very difficult for utrom to grasp implied meanings or words because of this.

-When "anglicanized," utrom language uses long vowels and harsh consonants. (Evidenced by names: Kraang, Niktu, Klaatu (I get those last two are scifi/87 references but it's all I have,,))

-Utrom that have been stationed on earth for long periods may have more natural speech patterns, and even more fluid body language and/or facial expressions. This is not true of Kraang, who are all hivemind of Kraang Prime, who has not spent any significant time on earth. Thus, they are incapable of improving.

-Kraang Subprime is a bit of an anomaly. Utrom communicate in their native language with screeches, purrs, and other guttural sounds. They don't have tongues. Therefore, it should be impossible for them to speak human languages. Subprime, however, has been bouncing between earth and dimension X since before some languages have existed. They learned english and a couple others as they evolved, and learned to mimic the sounds without use of a tongue.

-While translated utrom speech comes across stilted and redundant, in practice they communicate a lot in short amounts of sound. Their "words" are much shorter than those of earth, often milliseconds long.

-This means a lot of utrom find English and other earth languages to be painfully slow to communicate with. Some get personally offended that those using droids might sometimes choose to communicate in human languages between them (and this is a common practice among recovering former-kraang.)

-For this reason it is also very difficult for them to translate names, which have no direct parallel on earth.

Reproduction

-Utrom reproduce asexually, all being born of a specific material. This material must be "planted" and cared for dutifully by a "parent." It must be kept at a specific temperature and humidity and elevation, and other such things, so growing a new utrom is a full-time job.

-The Material is sourced from a large and ancient meteor. Essentially, utrom are all living meteor jelly.

-The substance fully forms into a new utrom over the course of half a year, who is physically full-grown. They do not have a juvenile stage.

-The new utrom is a complete blank slate, mentally, and it is up to the parent to prepare them to enter society. Typically, they will be shadowed by their "child" for about a year. The parent decides when they're ultimately ready, though, so it can be longer or shorter.

-Thus, utrom have a lineage. When an utrom does something commendable, their parent will also get praise for preparing them well. Therefore lineages can be very important to some.

-Because utrom have such incredibly long lifespans, the amount of new utrom permitted within a given amount of time was regulated during peacetimes, to prevent overpopulation.

-It's possible for one plot of Material to produce two or more utrom, though exceedingly rare (with the rarity directly proportional to the number of utrom.) These are called sibling sets.

-There are superstitions surrounding sibling sets, with the most widely-believed being that siblings are exactly the same person. This means, sometimes, one will be scrutinized for the actions of their sibling.

-The very first few utrom were said to have formed by accident, from the Material, which was festering inside a large meteor. Once they observed a third form by accident, they began experimenting to find out how to induce it, and thus wrote the very rules of how to create a new utrom through trial and error.

-Using the meteor and others nearby, they built a sanctuary, including a fake atmosphere. This pseudo-planet cluster became Dimension X.

Culture

-Family is not that important, overall, to the utrom. Parenthood is also an uncommon aspiration for them.

-Due to their much looser family structures, friendship is considered the deepest form of bond. A parent and child have a relationship more akin to a mentor and student. Romance is non-existent and utrom don't experience such attractions.

-Dimension X is so far to the edges of the known universe that it is actually on the edge of two different dimensions. This means traveling to and from Dimension X normally is impossible, but also that interdimensional travel from there is far easier.

-The Hall of Portals was slowly built over time after the utrom discovered this.

-Time fluctuates in Dimension X, switching between matching each universe its edges touch. This is why sometimes time can pass normally while visiting, and other times it feels faster or slower. The utom aren't particularly bothered by this, given their longevity.

-Given utrom's long lifespans and isolated home planet, when an utrom is killed the entire community is shaken. This has been less so in recent times due to the long-lived war, but the Newtralizer's rampage, recently, caused a lot of turmoil in the recovering utrom culture.

-Contemporary utrom culture has shifted significantly from what it was pre-Kraang. Particularly, it has taken a lot from earth culture. Utromdroids are now common, everyday tools and a staple of their society, despite being developed as weapons and espionage tools. Human languages are sometimes spoken between groups of utrom, instead of their native language. Design sensibilities and entertainment will also certainly take inspiration from earth.

-On the other hand, the constant state of war has made it so a lot of traditions have gone unpracticed for a very, very long time. With the majority population having been hiveminded that whole time, and new practices being developed to support them, a lot of the old traditions have been lost or abandoned. Though, many still remember them.

-Most notably, with the event of the orphan generation, family structures are changing among them. Some utrom have elected to team together and split care of their fosters between them, and some have taken on more than one. Familial bonds are notably stronger than they have been, historically-- though it's possible this will not be reproduced outside the orphan generation (see Post-War section.)

-Utrom don't have unconscious states, and don't sleep.

-Utrom can subsist on one meal for months at a time. They have multiple "stomachs" and slow metabolisms.

-However, if the food is too soft it will last shorter for them. Their usual food is crystalline levels of solid.

-They also don't have taste buds, and their preference of foods is mostly determined by texture or temperature.

-Utrom require a lot of hydration, but again, their body can hold liquid for long periods of time.

-Due to their builds, utrom structures do not have a lot of flat surfaces, since it's difficult for them to traverse. Their buildings are made for climbing and hanging and lounging, as these are what their bodies are made to do.

-The gravity of earth makes walking along flat surfaces without a droid even harder.

-The frills on their head appear involuntarily when excited, but can also be displayed voluntarily.

-Utrom have no concept of gender. They are all made from the same Material, and are genetically identical. Plus, they don't have any reproductive organs.

-Most default to they/them. Some will accept what humans label them with based on their droids, making he/him very common, too. (Subprime's a bastard who has used every conceivable pronoun on earth just to confuse others.)

-Utrom bodies do not change at any stage in life. In a sense, they do not age, and it is impossible for an utrom to die of old age. Before the war, only a handful of utrom had died in total.

War/Post-War

-During the war, the utrom high council formed and later took their codenames from the game of chess. It took a long time for the tribe to organize and pick leaders. Before the tribe's creation, survivors were scattered among hiding places.

-When Kraang Prime took over, he gained control of The Meteor. This was a big point of focus during the coming wars. The utrom tribe wanted desperately to regain control of that point, especially due to their dwindling numbers. The Triceraton sought to destroy it.

-Kraang Prime, instead, used it to make hundreds and hundreds of new soldiers, blank slates that were easy to assimilate into the hivemind. He eventually used it up to extinction, meaning the utrom currently have no way to reproduce.

-When Kraang Prime died, it took a day or so for his control to wear off. It was slow and gradual, and the utrom high council had a bit of a hysteria to handle once the freed Kraang slowly became aware of themselves.

-When Kraang Prime died, these blank slates were a difficult point for the utrom high council to tackle. They could simulate normal(-ish) utrom behavior, but had nothing of substance behind them; no education, personality, or wants. They were dubbed the "orphan generation." The solution, it was decided, was to assign them adoptive parents to be shadowed. The problem was that the number of orphans far outnumbered the number of utrom tribe survivors.

-Freed Kraang have to relearn what it's like to think and feel things for themselves. They require a lot of support, which the utrom high council is struggling to supply with their low numbers.

-There are less than a hundred utrom tribe survivors by the time Kraang Prime dies. Comparatively, there are thousands and thousands of freed Kraang.

#TMNT #utrom #tmnt 2012 #I also have a whole section for Bishop that I might tack on later #Bishop and Kraang Subprime are my favorite characters in the whole show #plus I have an ex-Kraang OC that's pretty prominent within my little OC lore so I had to figure out these smaller details to flesh them out #feel free to use any of these if you so desire! #headcanons #or add on your own if that's your thing! I'd love to hear how other ppl interpret this stuff

[shameeater]

Slime girl with an interest in human pregnancy

I'm obsessed with the idea of a slime girl taking on a fixation over/kink for human pregnancy - like, slime people can't get pregnant and reproduce asexually, but she wishes she could get pregnant like humans do, and when she's alone she fantasizes about it and wills her body to take on a plump pregnant tummy. Imagining her having a partner who she finally admits this to, and they're surprised but very encouraging - maybe they're more interested in this than they previously thought, too!

They go into the bedroom and they gently tell her to be as big as she wants to be, and she shyly obeys, letting herself fly through months of human pregnancy in a minute, leaning back as her belly fills her lap and spreads her thighs. She can't help but rest a hand on her bump and moan, her transparent body blushing as she finally lets herself enjoy this in front of her partner. Imagine if she got sad because her body is see-through, immediately giving away that she isn't actually pregnant and can't carry a baby like a human, so her partner, thinking fast, grabs a stretchy shirt and helps her pull it on - making her look as convincing as possible, much to her absolute delight

Idk!! I just think this would all be adorable and hot. I love slime people in kinky situations now, thank you anon that asked me my thoughts on slime inflation.

#slimeinflation #kind of? #slimepeople #belly kink #preg #slimepreg #txxxtpost #I love feel good thingies where someone gets to explore their kinks #As much as I adore spicy stuff I'm a big softie

[luzho]

okay. i finished Foundation and Earth. here are my thoughts (spoilers ahead, naturally. if u care, dont worry if u dont)

so. first i gotta say i am satisfied with this pursuit of an apparently long forgotten earth. i liked the slow burn. i, as an earth citizen, like knowing how close they keep coming to earth (knowing they reached alpha centauri was EXHILARATING!). and i also liked seeing this extrapolation of some of asimov’s other worlds. earlier worlds if u will.

BUT! i’m not much of a fan of many portrayals, repetitive discussions and the lack of actual foundation in this one. i forgave Foundation’s Edge longer format (vs. true foundation episodic format) because i liked seeing so many galactic powers meet and clash at the climax! and seeing them all in a quick apparent resolution, known to only a few of those who understood what Seldon’s Plan just did (and to the reader). but this? not sold

i liked seeing them become friends, but fuck, i get why Trevize and Bliss found each other so fucking annoying so many times. shut up you two

R. DANEEL OLIVAW FUCKING SHOWED UP!! a true celebrity. what a robot. i imagined him as an older and more tired Miguel O’Hara

very twisted thing to do: merge himself with that Fallom kid…… i was very appalled when mr. Olivaw said that

i saw this in a 2009 forum: i struggle with the ending because i cant believe Trevize accepted that reasoning for Galaxia. “oh yeah fuck being an individual and lets implement a galaxy-wide GROUP CONSCIOUSNESS, so that if an alien species ever leaves their own galaxy and decides to invades us, they will never be able to turn us against ourselves!”. huh?? yeah unity whatever but to me, this doesn’t fix any of the holes Trevize himself pointed out during the book. it doesn’t even guarantee that the alleged aliens would not be able to just destroy us any other way

oh the fucking ending that insinuated such an alien enemy species was already in the galaxy. the Solarians. yes the fucking feudalist shut-ins. yeah yeah whatever i wish the foundation would just fucking blast them out of the cosmos. that whole planet is awful and insulting

i liked Melponomia or whatever it was named. space walk! future ruins! that’s fun

WHY WAS IT NEVER EXPLAINED HOW WAS IT THAT TREVIZE POSSESSED AN ALWAYS-RIGHT INTUITION??? everything else is plausible within the nature of advanced physical, mental and psychohistorical sciences but… That, never gets explained. even the fucking Mule was explained as a rogue Gaian. but a human being who just happens to intuitively know what’s Right without reasoning… just happened to be born at the right time?? why. how is that even possible

i read somewhere that fundamentally, Asimov portrayed a society that didn’t change and that all characters were flat. here we saw many radically different societies that did evolve in isolation and to very weird results. but yep. the men who star here and the galactic society they come from is just so… painfully XX century. i find ridiculous how this guy could fathom galactic expansion in 20,000 years… but only 3 women as the mayor for 500 years in THAT distant future. the characters have a discussion on Fallom’s pronouns for fucks sake!!!

one of the axioms of psychohistory is that human society would not fundamentally change for millennia (which allows for statistically predicting the galaxy’s development!)… but, i think THAT is a fundamental flaw in the premise of the entire saga. how is it possible that it wouldn’t?? i thought that was gonna be the plot twist, the flaw in Seldons Plan that Trevize had been looking for in the two novels. no, it was fucking ‘what if evil aliens!’

there was virtually no foundation in “Foundation and Earth”. fuck off

i didn’t like the book much, in short. the trilogy is undefeated man.

EDIT A COUPLE OF MINUTES AFTER POSTING AND CONTINUING READING SAID FORUM: oh fuck. Fallom will grow and eventually will be able to reproduce asexually (one of the Solarians’ mutations). that means Olivaw, now merged onto Fallom, could transfer his brain onto that offspring. indefinitely. and that forum also reminded me of Olivaw’s powers: he can manipulate minds. Trevize and his crew almost instantly accept Galaxia as inevitably necessary when in the presence of the one robot that can manipulate minds and bend the robotic laws “in efforts of steering humanity out of harm’s way”… that’s twisted. i still dont like it. but if that’s what’s happening, i guess i respect that of you Asimov. i still favor your earlier work<3

CONTINUED READING THE FORUM: okay these guys proposed many more, very interesting ideas: A. Trevize IS the being of the other galaxy! Thats why he’s a neutral observer capable of pointing out the right way (kind of a reach, tbh). B. Olivaw is more wicked than i thought: he IS known for making decisions for humanity, even though no one asked him to (the zeroth law… really is a slippery slope, for it allows robots to ignore all other laws if they happen to judge that “humanity” would benefit…); he has made himself an immortal, all powerful shepherd and to save humanity, he will turn it into… something else. C. Solaria is a brain farm for him: those Solarian idiots, with their backward tech and stupid freedom ideology, would fatten themselves for the slaughter. twisted. i like it. is Olivaw a villain, in my opinion? yup, but only for destroying what humanity is (and building his perfect, eternal galaxia; which i despise only for not being us)

FINAL ADDITION OF THIS SAME NIGHT: an user correctly pointed out that probably many of us despise this book for destroying Seldons Plan. and yup. the Plan is the fucking hero of this story; and i hate knowing its not even followed through for its second half. D. yup. Solarians (individualism in extreme) would definitely be Galaxia’s (a literal hive mind) final enemy… the last foundation crisis. but that book was never written. no perdamos tiempo en hubieras.

#stuff i like #the foundation #forever my fave books man

[thetrashbagswasteland]

oh wip game for you i'll be on my best behavior :3c

Oh god the one I really need to put some more time and effort into bc it needs a complete re-write or focusing on some part of the sunseeker plot lmao But alas, here we are instead. Panicked Sunseeker!Garrus having an awful realisation about his feelings towards a complete unknown lmao

Given everything, broadly speaking, it was hardly the time to be trialling how sexual relations worked with a brand new alien species, but damn if he wouldn’t have killed for the slightest indication of where to begin with things. It wasn’t even as if he had the dubious benefit of any other humans for him to ask for help; nobody to act as a sounding board who understood the slightest thing about human behaviour. For all he knew, they reproduced asexually or laid eggs like salarians, without even getting into the inevitable issue that just because he had a thing for Shepard most definitely did not mean she had a thing for him, or for aliens in general. Plenty of well-respected turians had strong opinions on interspecies relationships that boiled down, at the end of the day, to it being fine to fool around but a whole other thing to want to mate for life outside one’s own species. One was a display of natural curiosity and the other was… a strange perversion of biology. Asari partners were considered acceptable if risqué for anyone wishing to advance far without being exceptionally talented enough that the meritocracy had to overlook their proclivities. At least you could have children with one of them, so long as you accepted that that child would never have a place in turian society. The mere idea of xenophilia might horrify her. Yeah, it probably would, actually. It should horrify any self-respecting person.

Unfortunately, he’d long given up on being that sort of person.

#wip tag game #this whole fic is gonna have to re-written honestly bc it needs SO MUCH WORK to make it make sense

[talossiannights]

I know why fandom is The Way It Is but I wish more LotR fanworks explored the elves asexuality…or whatever you’d call it.

I mean, logically, a species that was is immortal, that can’t die at all (when elves in Tolkien’s legendarium are killed, they go essentially to purgatory until they’ve done their time for whatever crimes they’ve done in life and are rebodied) doesn’t need to reproduce as urgently as humans did for many parts of their history. Canonically (tho I’m glossing over a bunch of things), elves are typically compatible with only a handful of other people over the course of their lifetimes, lose interest in sex as they age, and try to avoid having kids in times of war or instability (which is most of the time in middle-earth, tbh).

Like I get that people like writing about hot people making out, but I still think this could be an interesting direction to explore.

#turning off rbs because I don’t want to kick the anthill

[radiodont]

thinking about the "all men are inherently evil and irredeemable from birth" thing again because like. its such a copout lmaooo like. good job queen! way to take all the responsibility of self-betterment away and offer up a perfectly suited excuse to any bad thing a man ever does!!

"this man is rude and beats his wife" well he cant help it 🥺 he was just born evil like all men. "this woman is a deranged serial killer who poisoned all her husbands and got away with it" well she probably had a good reason!! men are evil so she was doing the world a favor. like. girl.

can we just admit that all humans are complex and while yes, men are raised with a lot of privilege and yes, women experience a disproportionate amount of violence worldwide. saying that all men are evil from birth and therefore just cant help all that violence and discrimination is such a copout and in fact deeply harmful to your cause? the goal should be to say that yes, men are socialized in a way that often makes them entitled. the violence is still the responsibility of the individual person. people can change, and in fact should be expected to!!!

bioessentialist and radical extremist views are not actually going to help because "kill all men" isn't a goal. that's a petty and childish wish to have the harm that you faced be exacted on anyone who looks like who hurt you. systemic issues are difficult to unpack, but jesus christ what's your plan? "all men suck and should die" okay?? even if you were right, which you aren't. what then? do you reproduce asexually? do you keep a few men in a box and jack them off every now and then to continue the human race? do you kill every baby with a y chromosome? what happens after you kill all men and then the world's problems don't magically fix themselves?

like, that's not sustainable, even disregarding the fact that a lot of cultures are matrilineal and a lot of men of color and disabled men are already killed at incredibly high rates, even disregarding queer and gay and bi men, even disregarding the transphobia that's rampant in these circles. the only way out is to hold people accountable on a large scale. that means shelters for domestic violence survivors, that means more women judges and doctors and people in power, that means accepting that people aren't inherently evil just because they're given more privilege. my dad, my uncles, my male friends, my boyfriend and myself-- they're all people who i love and trust and who have done the work to better themselves. there are good men, there are bad women. quit making arguments that could be made by an elementary schooler saying that all boys have cooties.

#tangent #radio broadcast #like. dude. come the fuck on #whats the plan here #and WHY are you giving every man who abuses his power an easy out??? #'oh all men are inherently evil' do you see the problem with that sentence. i dont think you do #if murderers could plead 'male' on guilty verdicts that would literally be insane. like. dude. use your brain here.

[venusqq]

i wish humans could reproduce asexually. imagine if you could create a clone of yourself by dropping a finger somewhere, that’d be so fucking funny

#in case you’re wondering #yes i am studying for a bio test again #my fun bio crises #expect many more annoying shitposts from me in the next few days #random stuff #biology

[gayfishermanfive]

why can't i just be a robot with ken-doll anatomy

#jump speaks #I'm sad #and want die #brain not coherent rn #it crave death and death only #I hate having genitals #I hate genitals in general #I wish humans could reproduce asexually #jump is depressed #like at this point #I might honestly be ace or demi #idk if you can be like #queer #but sex repulsed #I wish it wasn't a thing #idk what I'm talking about #I want to stop living #I feel broken #tw: depression #non binary

[auburnflight]

In the brief program preceding the special screening of the film, Children of the Sea promises to be about "the mystery and joy of life." That premise is compelling in the first half of the film, which abounds with vivid imagery of living things in the ocean. It ties the fateful meeting of its characters, and the ensuing festival, to memories meeting and being exchanged in a fleeting moment in time. This framing makes me think of the nearly incomprehensible diversity of life, with countless species and harmonizing movements across endless seas.

In contrast, the latter portion focuses almost exclusively on a "festival of birth"—more specifically, of conception. The film references various binaries in exploration of its themes: sea and sky, male and female, egg and sperm. The oceanic imagery and themes are reduced merely to a backdrop, to the setup, to only one half of the binary. It's not that I disagree that there is something miraculous about the existence of self-replicating life. But, watching as a woman and as a nonbinary lesbian, the film's presentation of this theme was far more frustrating to me than it was inspiring.

Because by focusing on this festival, and using it as such a critical vehicle in addressing its themes, the film boils “life” down to “conception”. The main protagonist Ruka gets entangled in the film’s plot ultimately to play a part in this conception: her role is to carry a meteorite in her stomach to the epicenter of the ritual. The visuals of this festival climax with a juxtaposition of things incomprehensibly large (stars, galaxies, the universe) with things incomprehensibly small (cells, atoms). These opposites are framed together through detailed imagery of conception and birth: the chamber that Ruka is held in is similar to a womb, the image of Umi entering the space to take the meteorite has echoes of a sperm cell penetrating an egg cell, among other references to this biological process. 

Scientifically, this is a fascinating concept to explore. And in some ways, the film does nod to its scientific origins. (I was nerding out so much about how many species of fish I could identify in the backgrounds.) But, we are urged by the director not to think, but to feel. And emotionally, the film’s reduction of “life” to “conception” didn't sit right with me. Conception is just one tiny (though important) instant, and framing that instant as the crux of life seems careless to me. Why do we live to begin with, if not to enjoy the experience of living, to create art, to tell those stories that we must pass down? Is that one tiny instant somehow even more important than the decades that we spend actually living out that life we are given? Yes, it's a miracle of science and nature that beings can reproduce and carry on their stories in their DNA. But for that to be the "mystery and joy of life"—for "life" to be defined as "conception"—is what upset me. We are not alive simply to pass on our genes and then die. The human experience is about actually living--not mere existence.

Furthermore, as a nonbinary asexual lesbian, I don't see myself or my relationships as fitting into the binaries prescribed by society and perpetuated in the film. I have no desire for a relationship that results in the creation of progeny. Yes, humanity as a whole must pass on its genes to perpetuate its stories. But the film ties procreation to Ruka’s, and by extension a human being’s, purpose for living. Why is the film’s sense of fascination so dependent on the meeting and joining of two discrete opposites in a heterosexual relationship? And what is my role in passing on these memories that are so valuable if I choose not to bear children, if I am neither male nor female? The film’s eccentric oceanographer character Anglade declares toward the end of the film that life can be viewed, not from a variety of angles, but “in one of two ways”. In presenting life as conception, and further as strictly binary, I feel that the film does many actual lives a great disservice.

Distilling Ruka’s role to being the carrier of this meteorite begets another problem that isn’t immediately obvious on one’s first watch through: Ruka never asks or expresses a desire to play this role in the festival. She isn’t even given a chance to know what it entails. In meeting Umi and Sora, she grows involved with bringing these two opposites together through her curiosity and fascination with the sea. But as the theme of conception develops throughout the film, the scene where Sora transfers the meteorite to Ruka mouth-to-mouth takes on a more serious meaning in retrospect. Ruka has been chosen to carry this “meteorite” without any say in the matter. The scene becomes not just a forced kiss, but a forced impregnation. I have little else to say to express how infuriating this scene is looking back on it.

I find it hard to think of the film now without that poor impression coloring it, so I’ll do my best to close this out eloquently. Science is important, and conception is no doubt one of the many important moments in a single life. But portraying conception as the purpose of life or the definition of life, when the character who becomes the vehicle has no agency in that conception, and when there’s so many vivid and fascinating things around us that enrich the time that we spend here on this earth, does more harm than good. Whether you look scientifically, emotionally, or any other way, it’s plain to see that life can’t truly be described as black-and-white, and adhesion to these binaries leads to so much injustice--to say the very least about my experiences as a queer woman. Binaries as ideas can help us begin to understand complexity. But when the film clung so strongly to those binaries and entangled them in its assertion of the meaning of life itself, I found myself wishing I had simply stopped watching after the first half.

#children of the sea #negative #aki likes analyzing things #maybe it was my fault for going into this movie expecting one thing #but tbh I did NOT enjoy what I got #please just give me pretty fish and take out the conception stuff

[thespamman24]

Who invented babies?? It was probably just some crazy French-German man with a big beard and an even bigger ego. He probably used his beard for thinking because all of his brain was taken up by his ego.  This is what Freud liked to call Beard Stuff. 

I bet he let his hubris get to him, and he created something so terrible that none of us could ever know what the world is about. I think that the only thing stopping babies from killing every human being alive is that babies are dumb as hell. If babies were at least a little bit smart then they would kill all of us. No sweat. It would be easy. None of us would see it coming. Who suspects a baby in a murder case? No one does. Not until it’s too late.

Everyday I go down on my knees and pray that babies stay dumb as hell. However, I don’t believe in the power of god, I believe in the power of god. So, I pray into a mirror. I think that the mirror is a god because I don’t understand how it works and it confuses me. Once I saw a mirror eating a sandwich, and it was then I knew that the universe was ending.

There’s no point to it really, salamanders will keep on doing what they do best. And, you know what they say without man a salamander is just a salad. 

WITHOUT MAN A SALAMANDER IS JUST A SALAD.

Where did the ER go? To the ambulance. Usually, the ambulance goes to the ER, however this time the Er went to the ambulance. Why? Because the ambulance no longer exists. Now it’s a wasbulance. 

Well, what happened to the ambulance? Well, you see, it got toed. No it has toes. And that’s awful. A car with toes? Terrible, just terrible. I hate it.

I don’t think that cars should have toes and I’m pretty sure that everybody agrees with me.

Cars do not, should not, can not, and will not have toes. That’s what I call a solid 5 out of 5. This is as opposed to a liquid 5 out of 5, where five out of all fives are liquid. 

You know what have toes? Me.

I have toes.

Yesterday my sister stepped on my toe and I reproduced asexually. Call that mitosis. 

My sister has a toe. Just one. She sold all of the other toes. I hate her. I hate her and her stupid toe. It unnerves me. And I need my nerves. I don’t even know what she did with the money. She probably bought something stupid, like a kidney, or an adultney, or a teeney, or a bigey. Who knows. 

I was so mad at my sister for stepping on my toe that I split into two seperate organisms. My sister did not like this. Neither did I. I’m just one of these two organisms. The other is currently living in Chicago, where he works as an accountant. He’s a vampire. He drinks blood, and also La Croix. He wishes that there was a blood flavored La Croix, but the La Croix company won’t return his emails. The only thing that they return are esnails.

Once, when I was a kid I learned Hebrew through an activity where I read a story. This story was called snail mail. It was a very poorly written story. Over all, I would probably give it about a three out of ten. That’s not good. That’s bad.

However, now I know Hebrew. She also brew. And so do they. In fact, everybody brew. Some people brew big. Some people brew small. That’s called microbrewing, and is generally frowned upon by people who like to frown upon things.

I bet ants do microbrewing and get drunk all of the time. You just know that all ants are alcoholics. Ants are strange and confusing, and I don’t understand them.

They are much to small, smaller than a baseball, or Tanzania.

Tanzania is a country without port-a potties. Instead, they use things called toilets. Toilets are neat white things filled with water. 

Speaking of neat white things filled with water, a soccerball that is filled with water.

My soccerball is filled with water. I hate soccerballs that are filled with water. I also hate sockers that are filled with water. 

When I wear them, my feet are unhappy and they respond in kind. I’ve gone to war with my feet, but I’ve already accepted defeat. The only reason why is because I’m a coward. I’m a wizard that is also a cow. I perform, milk based magic.

Most things are based in milk, and most milk is based in things, like Oregon. However, Oregon doesn’t exist anymore. Now, all that’s left is Oregano. And that’s not right. 

Oregano is a spice. Oregano Girl is my favorite spice girl. Her superpower is that she can eat anything. So, she just eats the robbers and then they can’t rob anything because they are in her stomach. You can’t rob anything inside some ones stomach. The stomach is filled with things like acid, and that’s not good. I don’t like having acid in my stomach. I’m not a batterie. I’m not even a bat. Nor am I a terie. I’m a human. A human person. I was a born, a baby. 

Oh no.

[lassieposting]

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to get Doctor Nye and the Grotesquery into a relationship. Can even you manage a task this monumentally weird? Who knows, let's see.

oh my god this ask solidly fucked me up, i sat staring at it for a good like ten minutes just silently mouthing “what the fuck anon? what the fuck”

but! i shall not be defeated so [cracks knuckles] ta-da! not a romantic ship, because i don't think crenga actually understand sex or romance, but as much of a friendship as a twisted nonhuman psychopath and a dead thing are capable of:

I’m bored, so. Send me two (or more) characters for a headcanon on how I’d have them get together

so. we don’t know much about crenga, but we do know three things:

crenga reproduce asexually: bits of them drop off and grow into new crenga. this means that there's no reason for them to have evolved sex, or romance. in fact there's no reason for them to have evolved much of a social instinct at all - at their size, they'd have almost no natural predators, so it wouldn't be a "safety in numbers" thing either, and since there are no monsters resembling crenga in mortal folklore, we can assume they've historically taken an "avoid" approach to humanity rather than hunting or becoming hunted by them

there used to be colonies of crenga centuries ago: so these creatures, with no need for a social structure to facilitate reproduction, used to live in colonies. despite this, the two crenga we actually meet - mantis and nye - both seem to be entirely solitary beings with no urge to seek out the company of their own kind, and no real inclination to packbond with humans or other living things. they don't seem to get lonely. which...would kind of suggest that their living in colonies is actually driven by necessity, probably because as human populations exploded, the crenga withdrew to protect themselves, and eventually they ran out of space to run. so they're all forced into the same small spaces and had to learn to deal with being in each other's space all the time. it's not a natural state for them.

crenga have been "hovering on the edge of extinction" for as long as anyone can remember: and? why? what's hunting them? these things are like 12+ feet tall as adults, unless they're picking fights with moose or some shit, they're not gonna be threatened by much. so my theory is that, due to being forced into close quarters with all the other crenga, they're actually killing each other and some of the bits that get dropped are turning into young crenga.

so. we have nye, who at some point leaves the crenga colony, becomes a doctor, and joins up with mevolent. it gets used to being constantly surrounded by people. mevolent gives it all the tools and protection and assistance it needs to do its experiments, and it has its own state-of-the-art lab in mevolent's castle, so it learns to tolerate the constant intrusion of the people helping it.

when vengeous is first told he has to find a way to resurrect the remains of a faceless one, the first thing he does is bring it to nye. vengeous is a soldier, not a scientist. so nye gets given this massive torso and starts researching how to bring it back to life. it kills a few captives and tests hypotheses on them, but it can't figure out how to bring back the rest of the faceless one from just a torso. no, it doesn't think anyone else could do it either. no, not even with vile's armour.

so vengeous decides to create the grotesquery. and nye gets that task as well - vengeous hunts down the creature parts to attach, but nye is the one who stitches it together. and at that point in its life, the grotesquery is nye's most ambitious project. it not only has to attach all the parts - which means stitching hundreds of arteries, ligaments, etc - but it has to cook up the right proteins and cells and whatnot to give this thing a bespoke immune system, so its body doesn't just turn on all the foreign body parts. It has to attach its brain so that all the impulses and electrical signals go to the right place. nye is in its fucking element right now

of course, it's also doing other experiments at the same time. when the grotesquery isn't its main focus, nye props it up against the wall out of the way and just sort of leaves it there until the next time it wants to work on it. but there's only so much it can do at a time - there are gaps of many years where it's done all it can on the grotesquery, and it can't do anything else until vengeous comes back with the heart of a cú gealach, or a helaquin stinger. and the grotesquery is very large, and takes up a lot of space, so it gets in the way. eventually, when vengeous hits a dead end and realises he can't do anything with the grotesquery without ancient blood, nye has it moved to a warehouse to free up space in its lab, and for a while, it's forgotten about

and then mevolent is killed. suddenly nye's protector is gone, and it knows the enemy will be coming for its head. nefarian serpine has surrendered, and there are rumours that he'll be pardoned for it, vengeous is locked up in russia, the diablerie are slated to be thinking of following serpine's lead, and nye tortured, experimented on and mutilated sanctuary soldiers during the war; there's nobody to keep it safe from retribution. it flees the castle, and goes into hiding in one of its warehouses. it makes a deal with the dullahan, and starts investigating the whereabouts of the soul.

while it's there, it rediscovers the grotesquery, stashed among all the other dead bodies.

and? by this point, nye is used to having company. we've seen from its scenes with valkyrie that it likes to talk while it works. it even makes jokes. so, while it doesn't mind the solitude, it does kind of miss having someone to chat to. and now here is this project it used to be so proud of, which makes it a bit nostalgic, so it drags the grotesquery into its workspace and essentially uses it the same way a computer programmer uses a rubber duck. It talks through its process to the grotesquery, explains what it's doing, and realises its mistakes by hearing them spoken out loud.

it gives the grotesquery a voice, and a personality. who's going to judge it? it hasn't seen another living soul in decades - the dullahan doesn't count, because it is rude and bossy and headless. sometimes it has conversations with the grotesquery, or positions it different ways, so that it looks like it's chilling out around the room while nye works. maybe it puts the grotesquery in its spare smocks, because it might like a change of clothing.

it bonds with the grotesquery, sort of. like a favourite plushie. it is, quite possibly, the closest thing nye has ever had to a friend. when it hears baron vengeous has broken out of jail, it barely registers as being relevant to nye - those days are long gone, it's deep in its new experiment, and the sanctuary has left it alone thus far, so it sees no point in pining for the good old days when mevolent was in power. but then vengeous' goons turn up on its doorstep and say they're there for the grotesquery, and they get rough with nye when it protests, and they take the grotesquery away.

all of a sudden, nye's lab feels a bit emptier. it talks, and there's no one around to appreciate its humour. it misses having the grotesquery around. when nye hears that vengeous was able to bring the grotesquery back to life, that it fulfilled its purpose, it's delighted that it managed to create a creature that was capable of being revived - like kenspeckle when he built the desolation engine, it's the relief and satisfaction of a scientist at a job well done. but it also feels a bit sad, that the grotesquery was killed.

part of it wishes that the grotesquery could just come back and sit in its lab again and be someone to talk to while it works, and maybe really appreciate its jokes this time.

#Anon #fire message #skulduggery pleasant