#Studies & Theories of an Alien Species

[tiredspacedragon]

A1, A10, B7, C6 for the BIONICLE asks?

A1 Favourite Character: Probably Vakama. I've never really settled on one particular favourite Bionicle character since I really got into the theme, there are so many after all, but if I had to pick one, I guess I'd stick with the guy I considered my first favourite. I like how Vakama is so different from Tahu and what we'd come to expect a Toa of Fire to be, but also very much the same. He's an intellectual, a mystic even, more than a fighter, but he's still a highly competent, even vicious, fighter, especially during and post-Hordika arc. He's quiet, and self-conscious, but still a leader. Still able to inspire. He embodies a message of overcoming your struggles to live up to your potential, not because you're pressured to, but because you want to, and so you find the courage within yourself. He faces doubts from within and without, and falls so hard at one point he turns to the dark side, but he gets back up, and stays a hero. He's one of the only characters to truly defeat Makuta Teridax in combat, and the only one to have successfully outwitted him, twice. He's an amazing character, and I only wish we'd gotten to see him and the other Turaga play a more active role in the story.

A10 Favourite Toa Mata/Nuva: How surprised would people be if I said Lewa here? But no, it's Tahu, and I haven't been shy about it. Thing about me is that I'm really quite shallow. I see the red guy with the cool sword and I say "Ooh, I like that one." But you see, I don't like being shallow, so I then take the things I become attached to for superficial reasons, and purposefully become invested in them for deeper reasons as well. So I started out liking Tahu because he was my favourite colour and used my favourite weapon, but now I like him because I can relate to him, and because I enjoy his arc of overcoming his pride and learning to become a great leader. And he still has all the superficial stuff going for him, soooo...bonus!

B7 Favourite Package Design: Ooh, this one is different. Visually, I'd give it to the Barraki canisters because that translucent blue colour is stunning to this day, and the watery texture made for good presentation. But they are a pain to get open, so my actual favourites are probably the original Toa Mata canisters because they are the only ones, to my knowledge, to serve two in-story purposes. They represented Toa Canisters, and their lids were Suva. Every other packaging afterward either had only one in-story role, like the Metru lids forming Matoran Spheres (which is admittedly really cool), were just for show, or were just cardboard boxes.

C6 What character do you think is underrated?: Can I say Morak since it was so underrated it didn't make it into the story at all and never even got an established gender? If not, then Krahka. She appears a few more times in the serials, so I'm looking forward to reading those someday, but it still feels like she's a little underappreciated. Which is a shame, because I've always thought she was awesome.

#bionicle #bionicle ask game #krahka is especially interesting in light of the recent theories discussed on here about the GSR acting like a sort of genetic ark #studying alien species and preserving them via biomechanical replicas #those replicas then becoming the various species within the matoran universe #that's basically exactly how krahka's powers work when she tries to shapeshift into an organic creature #she becomes a biomechanical version of that creature #makes me wonder if her species would have played a role in that theorized replication process

[alyakthedorklord]

*cracks knuckles*

So you know those fics/ideas where the batfam pretends to be winged cryptids (“loading and aspect ratio” by JUBE514 is beautiful, as is the series “f’ing demon bats” by KingJai) completly inhuman, entirely different, unknown species?

People start trying to like, study/classify them, along with other metas and species that are emerging. (Atlanteans, alien species, ext.) At first, they think the bats and the birds are different species, deciding to co-habitate, because- duh. Bats are mammals. Birds are birds. But then, why do they all have the same whistle chitter language? The same claws, fangs, cape-like base to thier wings? All the babies call Batman dad, what if its really a bloodline family? But if thats the case, then why are they so different?

The answer lies in the batgirls.

The bat… GIRLS.

Black bat, batgirl (all 3 of them), batwoman, all are female. The robins, nightwing, red hood, are all male.

The feathered members of the family are SHOWIER. They’re stealthy, sure, but they’re dramatic, using their brighter colors and their words to draw attention to themselves. Even red robin, the drabbest and most silent of the bunch, will get into loud debates with riddler and such. Clearly, these are displays to attract a mate. Just look at nightwing.

The leather-winged members, on the other hand, are quieter, talking less often, sticking more to the shadows and silent+violent takedowns. Black Bat almost never speaks. Oracle is never even seen. Spoiler is louder and more brightly colored, but who is Gotham to enforce gender roles onto their cryptid? They’re noticing trends.

But then… where does batman fit into this? His coloration is the closest to black bat. His fighting style fits in the shadows, not as flashy as other males of his species, so what gives? Is this theory just a theory?

No, of course not. The answer is obvious. Batman is trans.

Trans Cryptid Batman.

Idk how Duke fits into this give him a bird theme or smth.

BONUS POINTS if Alfred (grandpa gotham cryptid) is “revealed” to have lovely white feathered wings. Its meant to be a play on how he’s an angel looking out for them (an angel for putting up with them) but it kickstarts the whole thing.

(EDIT: more bonus points if Bruce is either A: Actually trans or B: Bryce trying to avoid sexism, and cannot for their AFAB life figure out how they got clocked as biologically female)

#cryptid batman #batfam #wing fic #misconceptions #batman #dc prompt

[foone]

We build bases on the moon. Colonize the planets of the gas giants, terraform Mars and Venus, build orbital habitats around everything with enough gravity to hold it up. We invent FTL, and send ships named after dreams to every star we have cataloged. We have rulebooks and plans and endless ideas of what we do when finally we meet another spacefairing race, but it never happens. We don't hail any vulcan cruisers above the skies of Epsilon Eridani and get in no laser battles with a star destroyer in the scarlet light of Wolf 359. No one responds to our endless messages sent to the heavens.

Life? We find that everywhere. If a rock is big enough to hold onto enough atmosphere, we find something growing there. Maybe just a moss or some protokarotic slime, but there'll be something growing there. We spend centuries cataloging the flora and fauna (and everything in between) of a million stars, and never meet anyone who can say hello back.

Not yet at least. In the unending sunset of the Mu Herculis system there's the Peterson's Mermaids who are just developing language and starting on metallurgy. The vampires of Fomalhaut b have begun to write down numbers, and we expect them to have a full language sometime within the next hundred thousand years. There's no animal life on Gliese 499 d, but we have reason to suspect the clonal organism inhabiting most of the northern forest is verging on sapience. And we don't even have time to get into the theory that 55 Cancri B (the red dwarf orbiting the star Copernicus) is a living being in it's own right.

There's plenty of life to study. Lots to learn. But we never meet anyone we can greet in friendship, and there's no star gods out here in the black. We've looked everywhere.

Humanity takes decades to come to terms with the reality of the situation. But we do, of course. We can't give up now.

We searched endlessly for the ancient aliens with all the answers, who built hyperspace portal networks before our sun even burnt, and couldn't find them. We settled for locating our brothers and sisters amongst the stars, another race that had fought their way up from the trees and into the stars, and couldn't find them either.

We always dreamed of finding a parent we could look up to, or a sibling we could share the sky with. They weren't there.

Humanity settles into their role. It wasn't what we hoped for, but we'll be the big brother/big sister to the life of the universe. Not the parent, no. We didn't create them, and we don't control them, but we'll protect them. We'll help them when they fall, and let them make their own mistakes when they need to. But we're here to be the role model and the helper and the partner in crime, the one we wanted but never had.

We keep searching, of course. And our observers on a thousand planets report that there are hints of an ancient race, older than writing, mentioned in the myths of endless cultures. Gods from the skies who stopped the flood, who ended the plague, who taught them to plant a new crop, who stopped the war just as the bombs began to fall, and who led them to a new land when the star began to flare.

We investigate these rumors and myths and stories, just in case we missed the Ancients we always wanted to find. But at the heart of these stories, there's always a description of the helpers: bipedal, two arms, two eyes, no fur, no wings. And if the species has developed art and writing, there'll often be a drawing of a figure, standing alongside a local god or great leader, and nearby the legend will read "humans".

Art historians and religious studies scholars are amused at how often they give us halos. Someone even suggests redesigning our force-suit geometry to reinforce the impression, but cooler heads prevail. We're not doing this for praise or worship. We're doing this because no one could do it for us.

Millenia later after we've been joined among the stars by our sibling races, a mermaid and a vampire are idly chatting while they wait for their turn through the portal network around Fornax A. "What drove the humans to do all this? Why did they take it upon themselves to search every corner of the universe and decide to protect and shelter and guide the many younger races of the stars?". The mermaid shrugs, which is hard to do without shoulders. "I think they just wanted friends."

The vampire looks out the observation window, at the thousands of ships from hundreds of spacefairing races, waiting in line or jumping through phase gates to the other side of the cosmos. "Well, they've got them now."

There's a beep from a console, and a warning light activates as the ship accelerates towards a shimmering gate. Our children play among the stars, without fear of the dark. There's no monsters there, we checked. There's only us.

#my writing

[saigawrites]

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🔥🔥🔥🔥

#genshin impact fluff #genshin impact isekai #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x reader fluff #genshin isekai #genshin x reader fluff #genshin crack #genshin scenarios #genshin impact scenarios #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin impact seelie #genshin impact imagines #genshin fanfic #genshin x y/n #kazuha x reader #heizou x y/n #heizou x reader #kokomi x reader #yae miko x reader #yae miko x you #itto x you #itto x y/n #itto x gender neutral reader #kokomi x you #genshin impact seelie x reader #genshin seelie x reader

[x-hyzenthlay-x]

Humans really are space orcs bc we got SOULS >:3

I dove down the rabbit hole called Reddit and I decided to join a couple alien forums for some inspiration.

I saw some stuff that I’m definitely going to touch on later- but there’s this theory that aliens (again in a future post I’ll be more specific) are studying and dissecting and working on humans and it’s thought that a certain species is interested in us because we have souls..

It never occurred to me that aliens might not have a soul. I always believed that every single living thing in the universe had one.

Perhaps it’s not that we have a soul but maybe it’s that our soul can do something that theirs cannot-.

With that in mind! Imagine being on a space ship and only a couple of the species on it have souls and for this reason it’s considered an incredibly rare and incredibly mysterious trait! The amount of questions you’d get lol. What if the soul is seen as scary? Or a god like trait, or what if it’s seen as a weakness?

I really wanna see what you guys can add onto this!!

In a ship where having a soul is a mysterious feature and trait with a lot of rumors as a result.

Master list

#humans are space orcs #aliens #humans are weird #humans are deathworlders #humans are space australians #haso writing #writing #writing prompt #scifi #sci fi prompt #soulmates #x reader #souls

[kellterntempest]

@tyrannysaurusfloof i thought maybe sending you 2,500 words in your askbox wasn't the best way to send this lol and apparently tumblr doesn't let you send documents in DMs, so i have it in separate post here for u!

Stobotnik Subnautica AU fic snippet

Out of all the Earth luxuries Robotnik was forced to live without, he missed music the most. His CDs, his mixtapes, his curated playlists. He missed the deafening pulse of industrial drum and bass, the intricate rhythms of funk and jazz, the comforting pop classics, and invigorating rock melodies that he could dance to.

Robotnik never fully realized just how miserable a world without music could be. He began humming to himself, even sang songs he only half remembered the lyrics to in an effort to stay sane in the deserted, depressing isolation he was surviving in.

And here he was, humming a Tears for Fears tune while he piloted his submarine vessel 500 meters down under the sea. The submarine that Robotnik constructed and christened "The Eggmarine" was holding up perfectly, just as planned. He never made mistakes when it came to engineering, it was just like breathing to him. Physics, math, science, electronics, all of it was second nature.

Robotnik was able to harness the near endless power supply of the blue quill and recycle parts of his prototype – as only an extraordinary genius like him could do – and he created something incredible after losing nearly everything.

The Eggmarine was an engineering marvel in and of itself, but he had even bigger blueprints in progress. His ultimate mission: to construct a space shuttle capable of interstellar travel. He was going to make it back to Earth no matter what. He'd make it home by Christmas. He declared it boldly to himself out loud after barely surviving the crash landing of his prototype on one of the many islands of the alien planet.

Another great feat that the doctor took pride in was the detailed cataloging and analysis of every single new thing about this alien planet. Countless unknown species of flora, fauna, megafauna, biomes and climates, lifeless ruins of what seemed to be some kind of ancient civilization with astounding technology… It was all exhilarating.

Robotnik was at heart a brilliant scientist, and though the circumstances bringing him to this planet were absolutely horrid, he often found himself feeling like a kid discovering the wonders of science again. He intensively studied the new alien technology he found in the ruins – He was so close to cracking the code to their written language – and vastly advanced his progress  surviving on the planet. With the alien technology he was able to build a much improved habitat and small laboratory with ease.

It had been 63 days now since Sonic sent him crashing through the ring portal in Green Hills. If there was anything he had now, it was down time. Day 63, and he'd already recorded over two hundred new species, determined multiple theories of their evolution, mapped out the string of islands he crashed on, not to mention narrowly escaping being killed and eaten countless times by the local mega predators – which there were plenty of.

Robotnik had faced an assorted deadly lineup of insects, poisonous animals, scavengers, hunters and predators both on land and under the sea, and the kings at the top of the food chain: Leviathan class mega predators – gargantuan creatures similar to the dinosaurs back in earth's ancient history.

Robotnik learned very quickly he had to create a predator of his own if he ever wanted to get off this planet unscathed. 

So he did what he did best, and built a robotic mech suit designed for combat, capable of both land and marine travel, and resource gathering. With it, he was now able to hold his own against most predators, and even fought a few different leviathans in the depths of the ocean and escaped the battles unharmed. But stealth was always the best policy so far – less damage to his precious machine, and less risk of being drowned or eaten.

Robotnik had not found anything that resembled anything close to a sentient life form yet, and the chances of doing so were growing smaller and smaller. He laughed out thinking, was it really that different here from the 8 billion barely sentient monkeys back on earth?

"Passing 750 meters. Pressure stabilized." The robotic voice of the vessel's artificial intelligence spoke, showing the status of all ship systems in green. "Scanners indicate traces of nickel ore below, south west."

Robotnik was currently in search of rare minerals to craft his escape plan. Minerals that he determined could only be found beneath the sea floor in a thermal, volcanic climate. 

The A.I. spoke again, this time with a warning. "Detecting multiple leviathan class life forms in the region. Doctor, are you certain whatever you're doing is worth it?"

Of course the exact biome where he needed to go would be crawling with dangerous monsters. The statistical probability that he calculated before was, again, unfortunately proven correct. Of course he had to be right, every time! He thought with a groan. Sometimes, it was worse to be proved right. Even the warm glow of smug satisfaction wears off quickly when you're chased by savage animals out to make you their next meal.

"Shut your trap and keep scanning. I'm not leaving until I get my hands on that ore." Robotnik continued the descent, passing tall black hydrothermal vents – a good sign that he was heading in the right direction.

There was no sound now but the engine's hum, and the steady ping of the sonar system every 7 seconds.

984 meters. Ping. The sonar mapped out the deep trench he was in, and showed a massive crevice opening further down. He was getting readings of small-scale volcanic eruptions in this region, and hoped that crevice was the entrance to his destination.

A loud, organic screech passed through the dark waters, and Robotnik instinctively rushed to hit silent mode.

The internal and external lights went out, and the engine shifted gears. Robotnik sat in the pilot seat, frozen, waiting for another noise.

It was almost worse that he heard nothing.

The artificial intelligence spoke up quickly, casting information in red in the control screens. "Proximity Alert: Threat Detected. Leviathan class life form."

Robotnik cursed out loud, white knuckling the control wheel. 

"Proximity: 50 meters." The A.I. stated. "25… 10… brace for impact."

The side of the sub was hit by something colossal, and Robotnik was nearly thrown out of the pilot chair.

Then another uncomfortably loud sound – a roar vibrating through the metallic chambers and utterly harrowing.

A leviathan predator. A reaper - he recognized the horrible sound.

He didn't have any weapons mounted on the Eggmarine, and he couldn't launch his mech suit and fight back – he was in completely unknown territory and what looked to be about 400 more meters to the bottom of the trench. His mech suit couldn't make it up 400 meters straight up back to the submarine, and no way could he safely swim back to his Eggmarine without getting snapped up. Nightmare scenario again. He could only sit tight, stay on course, and hope the predator would lose interest and leave, or kick engines in high gear and make a break for it.

The sub was hit again, and the alarms began sounding. "Hull damage imminent."

The leviathan was not going to leave.

Robotnik slammed the switches and revved up the engine to full speed. He had to get the hell out of here. The only way through was down.

He was sure every creature in the region could hear the Eggmarine's engines and the roars of the reaper leviathan.

"New Threat Detected: Another Leviathan class life form. Proximity: 58 meters."

Oh no.

Ping. The sonar sounded, and the red outline of another large shape was dead ahead of the submarine's path of escape.

Ping. The shape grew bigger, and it was coming straight for him.

"Proximity Alert: 25 meters."

Robotnik jumped out of his skin, his heart beating out of his chest. "Fucking hell!" He shoved the control wheel forward to avoid the impact. "Nononono!"

The submarine descended sharply, and the leviathan behind him roared, but it was interrupted halfway from a second massive sound bellowing through the depths. The second leviathan growled – but it was completely different from the first – like a harsh rumbling of thunder ending with rhythmic clicking.

"Danger: Engine overheating." Robotnik heard a blast coming from the engine bay.

Everything was going to hell. He couldn't leave the bridge to attend to the fire he knew had started, not with two giant monsters about to tear his ship apart.

The sonar pinged, and Robotnik could see the two leviathans grappling together. It was hard to make out the image from the red flash that lasted only seconds, but it seemed as if they were fighting – it sounded horrible, with the two huge predators growling, howling, and snapping at each other. Roars pierced through the darkness, and the top of the vessel was hit again, worse this time.

"Hull compromised - storage bay ceiling."

Robotnik was flung forwards from the mighty impact of the leviathans. “Damn it, come on! Go!” He hissed, reorienting himself on the controls and leaning into them as if it would make the sub go faster. He saw a blink of movement in the glass, a blur of 2 long tails and fins swiftly passing the front of the bridge, so fast he could barely make it out in the dark.

Robotnik shoved the wheel as far forward as possible, plummeting the vessel in a rapid descent. "Not today you hungry mongrels! This snack is out of your league!" He taunted through clenched teeth.

If he could only reach the crevice, maybe he could find a place to hide, buy time to repair the hull damage, and stand his ground against the leviathans in the mech suit. The engines had to burn for a little longer, there was no other choice.

But the universe had other plans.

"Engine Damage Critical. Shutting Down."

"AARGH– give me a big, fat break!!" Robotnik yelled in frustration, still pushing the wheel hard.

The Eggmarine's movement slowed to a halt, floating dead in the water.

Ping. The sonar marked the vast, empty space of his location in the ocean, in a trench about 700 kilometers wide with mountainous walls going nearly straight upwards on either side of it.

There was 1 dot left on his display. 1 leviathan.

Threat Proximity: 20 meters. 

There was nothing Robotnik could do. The sub's engine was down, a breach was ripping the hull, and a hungry, territorial leviathan was coming for him.

The creature sounded – a short, clicking rumble. It was the second leviathan, the one Robotnik had never heard before.

It was swimming up from the deep, still chasing him after surviving and presumably winning its deadly fight with the reaper.

The sonar rang out again. Ping.

The creature responded to the sonar with the same short rumble, ending with an ascending trill.

Robotnik leaned forward, brows furrowed at this new behavior. He switched off the sonar and floodlights and watched anxiously for movement.

Something slowly floated up into view of the glass dome of the Eggmarine's bridge.

Robotnik saw scaled and finned limbs coming from the dark, and they gently landed on the glass below him. He counted three, no, four arm-like appendages.

They almost resembled… webbed hands, pressed against the glass. They lifted, and tapped the glass several times, almost experimentally. The bang of the glass nearly gave Robotnik a heart attack.

The creature swam from beneath the glass up until it was directly in front of the pilot's control panel. The leviathan made no noise since the last sonar soundwave, and stayed in its spot facing the front glass of the bridge, its body swishing slowly side to side in the darkness.

Robotnik was almost afraid to turn the exterior flood lights back on, but he had to know what kind of beast was staring him in the face. 

This leviathan was an entirely different species from any other he'd seen. It was slightly smaller in length than the reaper, but its body was much thicker and more mammalian. Its underbelly looked smooth, but its 6 limbs, spine and tail were scaled and armored. Its lower pair of arms were tucked into itself, and the top two arms swayed in front. It had two powerful muscular legs that were treading slowly in the water, and its long, spined tail snaked along with them.

Its head was more frighteningly humanoid than he would ever have expected. In its face were multiple sets of eyes squinting back, blinking rapidly from the bright floodlights. Small clusters of bubbles escaped from gills on either side of its neck, and 2 long, thin rays coming out of either side of its head with bioluminescent bulbs at the end. 

Robotnik turned the sonar back on. A single ping.

The creature rumbled back, and it almost sounded like a whale's call in an attempt to imitate the sonar's frequency. It made no sudden movements, continuing to tread in place with unhurried motions.

Robotnik breathed out a shaken gasp of relief. This creature, whatever it was, didn't seem to see him on its menu right now. However, he had no time to investigate the intentions of the leviathan, he had engine fires to put out and a catastrophic implosion to prevent.

He left the sonar on to keep the creature distracted, switched the internal lights back on and ran full speed into the engine room to extinguish the fires. A thin stream of water was steadily spraying like a fire hydrant from a small breach in the plasteel ceiling that was getting worse every minute from the massive pressure of about 1200 PSI from the outside.

Robotnik yanked the repair tool off the wall, and clipped his harness to the suspension support and hauled himself up into the air to reach the storage bay ceiling.

He focused on welding the breach as best he could through the low visibility of the water flying everywhere and covering his goggles.

"It's just another day!" He shouted above the noise of the welding. "Just another day in the life of Dr. Ivo Robotnik, greatest man on earth AND planet 4546B! Day 63, boldly going! It's Tuesday back home! Stupid blue alien rat and its stupid magic rings!"

A strange, fuzzy sensation suddenly passed through his head. It was like a soft static of a distant radio, organic sounds garbled and unintelligible within. It was growing louder and louder. Robotnik cursed out loud. What the hell was next? Had he developed some new medical or psychological condition from a dangerous stimuli he'd unknowingly interacted with? 

There was a painful pop of pressure in his head, as if the air pressure had climbed steeply in seconds – and the static noise stopped, both his ears started ringing a high pitched drone.

But Robotnik kept welding, he couldn't stop or he'd be dead in minutes, crushed from the impending implosion.

Finally, the water subsided, and the breach was closed.

Robotnik hung suspended in the air in his harness, breathing hard through the adrenaline rush and pain in his ears and head.

He slid down, and landed unsteadily on his feet on the metal floor. Back to the bridge. He was certain that all the noise from the Eggmarine's roaring engines and the leviathan fight would attract other predators.

The leviathan was gone from the view of the glass dome.

The sonar went off, and Robotnik saw the creature was floating in place beside the top of the sub, close to where the hull breach was. And now, it was swimming back into view of the bridge again.

Robotnik swallowed a prickle of fear. What the hell was it doing?

The high pitched ringing was at its loudest now. Robotnik leaned over the console, elbows hitting the metal, and clasped both hands to the side of his head, pushing them hard against his skull in a panicked effort to make the pain stop.

But the agonizing drone faded sharply into nothing, and was replaced with something else – a voice, soft and low pitched, echoing clear inside his head. 

"Who…are…you?"

#subnautica au #stobotnik #my fics #Stone takes the place of sea emperor leviathan woooooo lets gooooo scaly giant telepathic monster boy #leviathan!stone

[femalethink]

Marx's theory of alienation, focused as it is on that fragmentation of the self which is a consequence of the organization of material production under capitalism, may well apply to women insofar as we are workers, but not insofar as we are women. Women undergo a special sort of fragmentation and loss of being as women: Women suffer modes of alienation which are absent from Marx's account and which can be distinguished from the ways in which all workers, men and women alike, are alienated under the prevailing system of material production. ....

The cultural domination of women, for example, may be regarded as a species of alienation, for women as women are clearly alienated in cultural production. Most avenues of cultural expression—high culture, popular culture, even to some extent language—are instruments of male supremacy. Women have little control over the cultural apparatus itself and are often entirely absent from its products; to the extent that we are not excluded from it entirely, the images of ourselves we see reflected in the dominant culture are often truncated or demeaning. Human beings begin to distinguish themselves from animals not only, as Marx says, when they start to produce their own means of subsistence, but when they begin to invent modes of cultural expression, such as myth, ritual, and art, which make possible the bestowal of meaning upon their own activity. If this is so, then the prohibition on cultural expression denies to women the right to develop and to exercise capacities which define, in part, what it means to be human.

—Sandra Lee Bartky, "Femininity and Domination: Studies in the Phenomenology of Oppression."

#sandra lee bartky #feminist phenomenology #marxism #feminism #radical feminism #marxist feminism #socialist feminism

[kerubimcrepin]

Episode 44 - My Papycha, the Secondhand Dealer (Part 3)

"CARGLAS_" and "COLISSIMO KEKE"

Damn, I wonder what it is that he's been waiting for his whole life...

He LOVES the attention Joris gives him.

Here are my honest feelings on this episode, after 9999999 rewatches:

Ok so Kerubim went to these insane lengths to find a single part for a legendary item that he wants to give to Joris, and he's been waiting to do that his whole life. (Casually implies he has always wanted to be a father, and has been waiting to have a son his whole life. Ok.)

Okie dokie.

Inherit? Of his childhood? Does that mean that, perhaps, this is something that Kerubim might have from the larger Crepin family, from before the orphanage?

Let's ignore the fact that this is a toilet (a glow-in-the-dark, cat-themed, self-cleaning, neon toilet. I would die for anyone who gifted me that.) I need to fucking lie down. It is silly, but he's clearly sharing something very important to him, here. And it is genuinely a cool gift, despite the sillyness.

Anyway, I'm CRAZY, I'm CRAZY, I'm CRAZY.

"SIOE".... Buddy you forgot "M" (!) and "N" (:)

The fact that Keke knew more about Eliatropes than the entire cast of Wakfu, and 600 years in advance, is so funny to me.

I bet they're a very niche field of study. I bet there are 2000000 conspiracy theories about them.

Like "I think eliatropes were aliens from space. No normal people could build pyramids like that. Those are actually spaceships, and the depictions of animals in on walls are long forgotten alien species and not mythology."

Like insane, unreal stuff like that.

His actions have now had a consequence.

Joris's live reaction to finding out Kerubim can make up entire stories instead of just fudging up details.

I will never recover from this.

#ep44 #ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #wakfu #krosmoz #Youtube #kerubim crepin

[pandorasboxofhorrors]

2023-#1: Weirdness in Review: 2023

The last twelve months have spawned a swarm of strange news stories. When the news is at maximum weirdness it seems to come out of the Twilight Zone and involves cryptids, aliens, UFOs, and radical shifts in our understanding of the universe. A classification for these news weirdies is their location: on Earth, in this solar system, or out in the universe somewhere. And 2023 served up weird stories for each of these…

We have previously covered strange lightning and mirages (see 2021-#1: Strange Phenomenon). But in 2023 “earthquake lights” received coverage. Earthquake lights were seen in August in Morocco before the earthquake, and they have been photographed in Peru. Earthquake lights happen before earthquakes occur but only along major fault lines. The prevailing theory is that before an earthquake the extreme pressures along a fault line releases static electricity that travels up interacting with minerals, such as crystals, resulting in the earthquake lights. They may appear in the sky or directly coming out of the ground like ghostly flames. Imagine a mad scientist planning to harness the mysterious energies of earthquake lights…

A second weird news tale was highly publicized: the diminutive alien bodies presented to the Mexican senate. One of those bodies sure looks like a neatly formed and potentially delicious tiramisu. What is not widely known about the tiramisu alien mummies is that they were previously presented to the Peruvian attorney general who studied them and did not eat them, determining exactly how they were recently constructed and what they were made out of - vegetable and animal material, so not tiramisu.

NASA recently announced a potential asteroid impact in 152 years, in September. The asteroid, Bennu, has a 1 in 2,700 chance of striking this planet with the force of twenty-two nuclear bombs, or the equivalent force of 22 billion capybaras. It was announced that the destruction would be the size of Texas, not necessarily that Texas is its target though. Since this has a low chance of happening, there is another weird news story of something much more tangible found on this planet.

This year a new life form was discovered, in the depths of the ocean in Antarctica lurks a Lovecraftian horror. The new species found looks like an alien octopus-jellyfish crossbreed named, “Promachocrinus kerguelensis.” They have 20 arms and an actual photo is below. Simply put, the aboleth, a dungeons and dragons monster, has been discovered to be real.

The second category of weird news stories is located within the solar system but off this planet. These days constant discoveries are in the news. Recently detected lightning on Venus might be caused by meteorites, a magnetic field effect, something unknown, or just might be lightning. A moon of Jupiter, Europa, was found to have carbon meaning that the oceans of this moon could have life. What has not been found in the solar system has always been in the news but covered a lot in 2023: a hidden planet. Nibiru is the name of the hidden planet some claim is in our solar system, perhaps on an opposite orbit as the Earth, blocked by the sun. Such a planet could have the same elements as the Earth, an atmosphere, water, and life. What if all these tin can flying saucers seen in the 1950’s that couldn’t survive interstellar travel are really spacecraft from a hidden planet within our own solar system, from a secret alien race that watches us.

The third category for weirdies is out in the universe beyond this solar system. It is a good time to be alive to learn about these discoveries. About a month ago it was announced that gases were detected on a planet 110 light years away that are only produced by plankton. Yes, it sure seems that in 2023 life on another planet has been found, on a water world. We can only hope that a flood of data comes in the future about this planet, named K2-18b.

Just in the last few days a major discovery was made within the Orion Nebula. 540 free floating planets were discovered, just wandering about in outer space without stars. 80 of these planets are Jupiter-sized and are gravitationally bound to each other, planetary duos. These 80 planets have been named, “Jupiter Mass Binary Objects,” or JuMBOs. It is recommended to sharpen that telescope image on these objects, after all, don’t animals travel in pairs? Didn’t the Star Wars series, Ahsoka, just include giant space-dwelling lifeforms, giant whales named Purrgil?

In 2023 the Webb telescope produced images that show galaxies and black holes existing too early in the history of the universe. The Webb telescope has seen back so far it may be starting to pick up supermassive dark matter stars at the outer fringes of the universe the size of small galaxies, yes - stars the size of galaxies. It seems to suggest that the Big Bang was not the start of the universe. Maybe the Big Bang was just a chain of supermassive dark matter stars all exploding. Maybe the universe is much older and more mysterious than we can imagine. A few supermassive dark matter stars could have survived and are at the fringes of the universe right now driving the expansion of the universe.

All this in one year! This year they even found a giant question mark in outer space. Who knows what weirdies will be found in the next year? Unfortunately the statement, “who knows what the future may bring?” is now a false statement. That’s because this year computer models predicted that in about 250 million years from now, mammals will go extinct on this planet: and that means humans. In 250 million years all of the continents will form a supercontinent, Pangaea Ultima, resulting in the temperature rising significantly. This, of course means that the reptiles will rise once more, and that the dinosaurs will eventually re-evolve and therefore ruling the Earth before us and after us…. Wow, 2023 has really delivered some weird news, what a great year!

#halloween #earthquake lights #aliens #mexican alien #Promachocrinus kerguelensis #lovecraftian #aboleth #D&D #Venus lightning #europa #nibiru #ufo #k2 18 b #orion nebula #Jupiter Mass Binary Objects #ahsoka #purrgil #james webb space telescope #supermassive dark matter stars #weird news #weird science #weird #Pangaea ultima #true halloween tales

[thebrightgreen]

Gnot a Gnoblin?

I've mentioned the idea that gnomes and goblins are essentially the same thing a couple of times and I wanted to expand on that in a longer post so it can be referred back to.

The overall concept essentially boils down to three key ideas. Firstly, the idea that gnomes are antignostic incarnations of earth- spirits by choice. Secondly, the idea that the term "gnome" is more about culture than species. Thirdly, Ted Holiday's concept of the 'Goblin Universe'.

[Above: Troll in autumnal mushroom forest, 1929, O. Herrfurth]

In regards to the first point, I've already mentioned my theory that gnomes are anti-gnostic Earth spirits who choose to take incarnate physical form because they consider our mode of reality to be a paradise. The point which ties this to my gnome/goblin hypothesis is that they are formless spirits in origin. They stem from a source, which you could call Fairyland, Avalon, Mother Earth, Sylvanus (or whatever vital planetary genius loci you personally prescribe to), which other fairy folk and creatures of similar nature originate from also. This includes goblins. They are born of the same essence. In essence, they are the same.

This leads into the second point wherein (bearing in mind the idea that gnomes and goblins come from the same essence) we must consider the idea of gnomishness. If the creatures of Fairyland are simply instances of formless living-will born from the same source, why are they different? Form is not the differentiating factor. Form to spirits is a fluid thing, based upon thinking, upon lifestyle. Their form follows culture and it is in culture we find the difference. The rustic living of gnomes is far removed from the court intrigue of Oberon and Titania. Gnomish culture is different from fairy culture. This is why gnomes look gnomish and fairies look fae. Their form is simply filling a groove carved out by the very concept of gnomishness itself. The study of gnomes is a matter not of biology but of sociology. The reason I choose to focus upon gnomes' similarity to goblins specifically is because, in my opinion, they are culturally very similar, which I will speak of at the end of this post.

In regards to the third point, I mention the Goblin Universe often and I want to explain what I mean when I refer to it. A paranormal researcher named Ted Holiday wanted to create a theory to explain all paranormal phenomena, which he dubbed the Goblin Universe. It essentially makes a point similar to my first point here but more broadly, stating that all pan-paranormal instances are examples of the same thing. That there is no difference between the mysterious fairy-lights in the woods which stole people away to fairy-land centuries ago and mysterious alien abductions and UAPs of modern times. What occurs is an encounter with a non-physical phenomena wherein a human being is peeking into the Goblin Universe and giving shape to what they see. The shape is dictated by surroundings, by culture, by society, by the collective unconscious but it is the human psychic response which guides the shape. Hence why gnomes look gnomish, it's because of preconceived notions. The Goblin Universe, I feel, ties my idea that gnomes and goblins are of the same essence with the idea that 'gnome' refers to culture rather than species since it is cultural markers which define the gnome's form.

I could speak more on how, historically, there was far less delineation between gnomes, goblins and other small folk of the forests and how the differences in modern times are exacerbated by media properties like World of Warcraft, D&D and so on, but that's another post, really.

What's more important is that whilst all this speaks about how gnomes and goblins are similar if not the same, I can also speak about the primary difference. I believe I have mentioned it before. I've referred to one of the key points in gnomish thinking being the high value placed upon respect. For nature, for others, for themselves and so on.

I believe this is where the key difference lies. What is a goblin but a gnome who has abandoned respect?

They have that same industriousness, the same individual streak, the same capacity for mass co-operation. But where a gnome thinks in shades of compassion, a goblin thinks in self-indulgence. Goblin is essentially a gnome sub-culture.

There are other options to consider, of course. A grim explanation of the difference between the two is that goblins are not a specific culture but rather a vocation some gnomes take. Specifically, a military vocation. It has been suggested that goblins are simply the forms gnomes take when performing aggressive asymmetrical warfare against humanity. Commandos, spies, guerillas. This is, in my view, plausible, but unpleasant to think about.

At any rate, when I say brashly "Gnomes and Goblins are the same" (I'll admit, it's simplifying it to say "the same", but the point does stand), hopefully people can see where I'm coming from.

#Gnot a gnoblin and gnot a gnelf? #absurd and false claims #Much like with humans it's all about perception and self-determination #They're gnomes because that's what they want to be #they want to be alive and feel stuff and enjoy existing #Just like goblins also want this but usually more destructively #They're different but the same #depending on what you're asking #gnomes #gnomeposting #gnome posting #gnomology #ecognomics #the bright green #goblins #goblinology #cryptids #the goblin universe

[random-iz-stuff]

What was irken mating ritual like anyways? You know, when they needed to before cloning was the main

I cannot stress enough how Irkens know absolutely nothing about how they used to reproduce.

They have exactly zero reproductive organs of any kind

There’s nothing in their bodies that implies the existence of any reproductive organs as Irkens have (accidentally) edited them all out with their overuse of cloning as a means of reproduction

They’ve completely removed sexual attraction, libido, or anything in their bodies that gives the urge, want or need to have sex along with their reproductive organs

No records exist detailing how it was done

Irkens are the only living creatures native to Irk so they can’t find creatures that are genetically close to Irkens and see how they reproduce

Confusing things even more is the fact that Irkens as a species only have one biological gender, with the concept of multiple non-biological genders and pronouns being introduced to Irkens from aliens when they achieved first contact. This implies that Irkens were either hermaphrodites or somehow reproduced asexually even before the invention of cloning. The former is a more accepted theory than the later, but both theories have their own set of questions

I’m not joking when I say a common debate among Irken scientists and historians is whether or not Irkens laid eggs. Because there’s no evidence pointing towards anything. All the leads are long dead and don’t go anywhere. Same goes for if Irkens had a mating season of any kind. No one has any idea and there’s literally no leads whatsoever.

Combine that with the Empire criminalizing love and romantic attraction unless you’re extremely high class and the very concept of an Irken Mating Ritual is practically nonexistent. Sexually, no such thing exists and irkens have no idea what it might have entailed or even if it existed at all. Not that anyone would care however nowadays because all Irkens are asexual. Irken Historians and Biologists are the exceptions here, and they only care about it because it’s a massive mystery in their field of study.

Romantically, Irkens have managed to remove all evidence of their own romantic tropes, rituals and traditions over centuries of time, but because Irkens can still feel romantic attraction and extremely high class Irkens are fully capable and allowed to experience and express romantic love, they still do things.

When it comes to romantic traditions, Irkens borrow the traditions of other races because they themselves don’t have any, so it can vary wildly from Irken to Irken depending on what traditions they find interesting, what traditions they even know about and what traditions their partner has.

#invader zim #headcanons #irken biology #all Irkens are asexual #but romantic attraction varies the same way it varies in humans #so an Irken can be straight gay bi pan aro and so on #they’re just always ace on top of that #also the default irken gender is ‘genderless’

[itis-obsessesions]

Okay, so before I start rambling, obvious SPOILER WARNING for ROTTMNT Movie and the Second Season FINALE, for those who haven't watched it yet!

...So, I just finished the movie and there was barely any explanation for that one plot point that was subtly hinted at in the second season finale, that just blew my mind...

I might be kinda reaching here and some stuff might be jungled up, but bear with me. The narrative is a little confusing to me, so here's what I gathered that might confirm my suspicion:

We all kinda know that the first time the Krang showed up, it's most likely because Karai's Father contacted them 500 years ago to protect his clan from unknown harm. Or at least I assume that, but we know for a fact that the Demon was shown to be Krang-

Therefore the shredder being Krang technology.

We also know that the Foot Clan worship the Krang as deities, which makes sense, considering they literally made Shredder.

We also have later seen in the finale that "Imperion" (?ist this how its spelled?), a substance where allegedly the power of all Yokai stems from is oozing besides what looks like an ancient Krang corpse.

(Which both is amazing foreshadowing for the film, applause to that)

So, here's where I might be getting a little delusional. My theory is that the Krang landed on earth and either accidentally or purposefully started mutating animals and humans into what we know now as Yokai. These Yokai upon entering consciousness and suddenly having no place to belong to (and untrained acces to mystic powers for some of them) start wrecking havoc, endanger the Foot Clan and Karais Father (does he have a name? I can't remember) not knowing of the danger the Krang represent makes a risky deal with them: They give him means to protect his family against the Yokai and he helps them (reach earth? Defeat the resistance? Again, I don't know)

Did he know they want to colonize earth and he simply was too desperate to care or did they trick him? Who knows. Not that important.

Anyway. Shredder then became a weapon for Krang, one of the most destructive ones even. Especially because he knocked all of the resistance into unbalance due to familial and emotional ties-

Karai, like we know, then made the Hamato Clan and I assume lead the resistance against the Krang, but also decided that her father was salvageable unlike the Krang and banished him into the Twilight Dimension (which absolutely seems like a different thing to the Prison Dimension. How many semi empty Dimensions are there?).

Which leads me to the thing that blew my mind (yep, it's not the fact that Krang caused every single mega disaster in the whole ass series):

The Yokai are just Mutants, that were lead to believe that they are inherently mystical beings, completely separated from humans-

Which they are not.

Maybe the humans, like the Hamato Clan explained it away that way, due to their culture and beliefs (Karai after all called the Krang an Oni and it would explain why the Yokai in New York call themselves Yokai, despite apparentlybeing from various ethnic backgrounds). Maybe they just forgot. Maybe they just denied it due to trauma and believed it so long until the truth faded away from existence.

But fact is, that every single Yokai with human like consciousness in the show has human DNA (which I believe, because Draxum seemed to have created the Ooze through studies about the Imperion and if the Ooze can make Human like Mutants only through some Human DNA, then the Imperion behaves most likely like that too).

Which like I said, JUST BLOWS MY MIND!

The inherent culture of Yokai, their beliefs and the hate of humans is build on a hidden history of experiments of an malicious alien species and fights born out of fear and confusion. The separation of Mutants and Yokai doesn't actually exist! It's just a matter of who created them (and the period of existence...but then again oldest ones being 500 years old, but the newest ones being kids, kinda disproves that (Hueso has a son after all, Yokai are capable of populating))

Yokai are literally hiding from their relatives, they estranged themselves so far from, that they don't even know that they are hiding from relatives.

Like damn. That's a total tragedy.

(And also might be all old news, but I can't seem to find anybody talking about it)

#rottmnt fandom #rottmnt #rottmnt yokai #rottmnt season 2 #rottmnt movie #rottmnt krang #rottmnt draxum #rottmnt theory #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt spoilers

[nerendus]

I've seen a lot of posts and Youtube comments that say otherwise, but I love how the original Subnautica, how I see it at least, does show sympathy towards the Architects.

Yes, at the beginning of the game during your first encounter they are portrayed as being imposing and threatening—destroying your once only shot of getting off the planet (which you should've stayed on) and then intercepting a broadcast of their enforcers saying that they are going to kill you.

But as you learn of Khaara and the quarantine that has been imposed for several hundred years, walking through the subsequent alien facilities and seeing not a soul of those who built them, it feels...sad and incredibly lonely. I can't help but always feel bad for those who wouldn't have made it to the sanctuaries to upload their consciousness, as well as those who did but will never wake up—we see Al-An in Below Zero, but no others. Did they silently return home? Or are they still sleeping, doomed to never know they could come back to life?

And the game sort of goes out if its way to...quietly suggest they are not so different from humans when it comes to behaviour. They are significantly more intelligent and advanced, yes, but the glass casings in the facilities tells us of their culture that seems to hold a lot in traditions that most Sci-fi series wouldn't give to super intelligent extraterrestrials. They study other less developed species, similar to how humans study animals—which many in those fields do it out of respect. They had safe havens for their kind to retreat to when they became overwhelmed with the likely possibility of their death.

The violence they are shown committing is...not at all beyond what humans would do if they were in that situation. The Architects were faced with total annihilation, and they set up a weapon to keep other societies from facing what they faced. And if they survived the initial attack, their quarantine enforcers will spare those who manage to stay healthy, and whilst most definitely inflicting pain, I doubt the Warpers would go out of their way for a sadistic treatment for the infected.

I've always wondered why the planet would be under a strict quarantine yet there would be no broadcast in outer space alerting travelers of the dangers. And I have two theories why that might be the case: they either did have a broadcast and for whatever reason it no longer plays in orbit or, as the Architects have never seemingly made direct contact with humans before, they didn't send out a broadcast in hopes that others would see the planet as a useless drop of water—as an alien broadcast would certainly arouse curiosity, and explorers would head down there despite the warnings.

I feel that much of the distaste towards the Architects comes from not their violence but their treatment of the Sea Emperor Leviathan. Now, admittedly, I am deeply in love with both of them, but sadly, I am more of an Architect simper, so I naturally have to side with them when it comes to this argument.

But again, this is a species on the brink of total extinction and the loss of a culture far older than the entirety of humanity, it only makes sense that they would take drastic measures in attempt to save themselves.

One thing that I've recently realised, is that when the Sea Emperor says that they could not hear her and her pleas to release her children, I first assumed that it meant that they heard what she said and just disregarded it. But as a species that is highly intelligent, that doesn't exactly add up. They wanted her children to hatch and to release the enzyme that would save them and the planet, and if they were going to all go into hiding within data pods until the planet was healed, it logically only makes sense to let her children leave so they go spread the cure around. So, I think that is meant to be taken literally. Despite their translators and own telepathy, the Architects were incompatible with the Sea Emperor, and thus subjected both of them to a lifetime of misery and loneliness.

Anyways, in case it wasn't obvious, I'm in love with the Architects and the stupid lore of this stupid game set on a stupid water planet and I wrote way too much for what its worth. I'll probably post something like this again with slightly different wording in a few years as this is the only thing in my mind.

#texts from the underbrush #subnautica

[kitsiinabox]

Top 5 Cryptids and also your given probability of them being real?

5. Flatowoods monster- classic stylish, pop culture icon right up there with mothman. Shockingly more commonly used in video games too.

I'm on the fence about the plausibility of this one. I feel it could be explained in several ways, yes. But also, it's just fun to consider it from a theoretical evolution standpoint. Why would an alien species evolve those traits?

4. Jackalope- Totally not real, but I delight in it because it's a wonderful handshake between a Cryptid and a Fearsome Critter. Made up by cowboys? Heck yeah. They sing! They love whiskey! Do they have antlers or horns? Whichever you prefer! What's more delightful that that?

3. Blobsters- yeah blobsters are real dead animals, I just delight in seeing conspiracy theories idiots twist themselves into knots trying to explain that NO this is clearly NOT a decomposed whale, it's a plesiosaur!!! Or a sea dragon!!! Just don't look too close at the actual skeleton peeking out-

2. Mothman. Used to scare the daylights out of me, now one of my favorites. Study what you fear, etc etc. Is it real? No I don't really think so. But I delight in the ways it's worked into our culture.

1. Fresno nightcrawler- ofc my fav is going to be my (almost) hometown star! What's not to love about them?? They're pants. Just walking around. Minding their own business. Ofc they're real. Why wouldn't they be? They're just little guys.

#thanks anon 8D

[queenofthursday6599-blog]

The Problem with the Ancient Earth Blade

You know I've always wondered, but how'd the earth sword even get into the hands of the Architects/Precursors anyways?

The first game is set in the late 22nd century (which would be the late 2100s, so somewhere around 2180s-2190s. Remember we currently live in the 21st century but the year number starts with a 20 not a 21), and the Architects/Precursors came to 4546B 1000 years ago. Which would have been in the 12th century (the late 1100s).

The Ancient Earth Blade however is dated to the 13th century, a century after the Architects/Precursors would have been locking themselves down into quarantine due to the Khara.

So- what happened? I feel like this is just a mistake that the developers didn't think about when putting this in.

They do something similar with the Alien Carving artifact that looks a lot like a yin-yang symbol, but is hundreds of thousands of years old. Which would make it far older than the concept of yin-yang on earth which was proposed in the 4th century.

With the data entry ending on a query of this meaning the concept of yin and yang being a universal philosophy, or that the Precursors/Architects made contact with humans in ancient times.

When both the Ancient Earth Blade and Translation Device artifacts leave it clear that the Precursors/Architects did in fact make contact with humans, likely on multiple occasions. With the blade literally being from earth, and having dna evidence of being used against humans at one point, and the Translation Device having numerous human languages stored on it.

Meaning the Precursors/Architects likely made contact multiple times across multiple different peoples and cultures.

Something I never see get brought up is the theory that the Precursors/Architects where actually actively studying humans through out human history. Likely to get an exterior view of an intelligent species developing a society, and becoming more advanced.

Then having the Khara outbreak cutting their observation and study short. With them having to cease all contact and refocus all of their resources on curing the Khara.

Even if the Ancient Earth Blade does throw a minor wrench into the timeline, one could just say that the scanner couldn't get an exact read on the alien tech due to how alien it is in construction and materials.

So 1000 years is really closer to 900 years, and the acquiring of the Ancient Earth Blade was the last time the Precursors/Architects had contact with humanity before the Khara outbreak.

#subnautica #so about that ancient earth blade in the alien facility #also I can't remember Al-An mentioning that their people definitely had some level of knowledge about humans #but also someone should write a fic about Al-An just using absolutely ancient human slang in an attempt to better connect with Robin #Not because I think they WOULD but because canon points to the possibility of them having the knowledge that would allow for it

[orossii]

Hey, I just wanted to say I resonated with a lot of what you’ve posted on psychiatry and the industry in general. Can I ask if there are any book recommendations or other resources you might have? :)

absolutely!! i’ll preface this by saying i’m a sort of erratic information consumer so the big obvious people i should have read by now like thomas szasz i’ve not gotten to yet, but the books ‘mad in america’ by robert whitaker and ‘crazy like us: the globalization of the american psyche’ by ethan watters were extremely influential. ‘mad in america’ gave rise to a fantastic blog and podcast of the same name that covers a lot of different issues relating to modern psychiatry, particularly those related to the over-prescription of psychotropic drugs and psychiatric abuse. if you’re a documentary person, the RT documentary ‘overpill’ is fantastic, about the toll of widespread psychiatric drug prescriptions on individuals living with the consequences of longterm use. ‘money talks’ is another great documentary, more of a broad critique of the medical industrial complex that applies heavily to psychiatry

this one may make me sound nuts, but i’m also of the opinion that you won’t have a well-informed critique of western psychiatry unless you dig into the history of both eugenics and the decades worth of human experiments conducted by the US government under the MKULTRA projects. ‘poisoner in chief’ by stephen kinzer gets into some of this. ewan cameron’s mind control experiments on canadian citizens are a good case study, cbc’s brainwashed podcast is an accessible introduction to the topic. the aforementioned ‘mad in america’ lays out historically how the eugenics movement and psychiatry developed alongside and legitimated one another. psychiatry’s primary use to the ruling class is inextricably historically bound in the promotion of eugenics, suppression of dissidents, and development of propaganda/advertising techniques

on the propaganda/advertising front, watching the adam curtis documentary ‘the century of the self’ is one of those experiences that absolutely shocked me to my core the first time i saw it, absolutely essential viewing. touches on how psychiatric techniques were used to mold human beings into consumers of cheap, mass produced goods at the extreme detriment to our mental health and social stability

on the gender critical side of things i love the ‘gender: a wider lens’ podcast, hosted by two very pleasant adolescent therapists promoting an institutional critique of the gender identity phenomenon

marx’s theory of alienation is at the core of my opinions re: psychiatry and mental illness as well, and everything i read about psychiatry i read with it in mind. to put it loosely, marx said that what distinguishes us from all other species is our capacity for creative labor. we use labor to manipulate nature not only to satisfy our immediate physical needs, but also to express ourselves, derive pleasure, and develop socially/culturally. that impulse to create is an essential part of our psychological makeup as a species, it comes naturally to us and is the engine that allows our species to creatively adapt to our environment across time and space. when we’re not able to do that our psychological wellbeing suffers. class society divorces labor from that which makes us human by creating an antagonistic, estranged relationship between the workers and what they create. the worker is transformed from a creative producer, an enthusiastic participant in the collective construction of society whose labor they see the direct benefit of reflected in their environment, to a commodity themself. the affirmation, wealth, and status relative to the value of their labor is turned over to someone outside of themself-- the master, the landlord, the boss-- while they are reduced to an animal-like state of laboring only to satisfy their immediate survival needs

labor then becomes a source of dread, an act of degradation you do only because you’re forced to by someone with power over you, and as a result the worker engages in less of the life-affirming creative labor that makes us human and instead retreats to unfulfilling short term creature comforts during their personal time. we become less intellectually and creatively engaged with the world when we have no ability to see ourselves reflected in it via our labor. that inability to see ourselves as viscerally connected to the world also alienates us from the rest of our species, and as a social animal that alienation from the collective makes us anxious, aggressive, and self-centered. all of the social problems caused by the increasing concentration of wealth into the hands of a smaller and smaller number of elites compounds over the generations, which is a big part of why we seem to get crazier, more violent, and lazier in proportion with the economic polarization that defines capitalist development. here is a great webpage with links to marxist theory on the subject of alienation

i hope this helps! feel free to message me about anything you come across while reading or thoughts you have, i really appreciate hearing what other people have to say on topics like this. that applies to anyone reading this, too. messages are always welcome! thanks for the ask and kind words

edited to add-- this TED talk by chelsea roff was a massive game changer for me re: my own mental illness recovery, made me think radically differently about mental health. it’s about how labeling mental illness can prevent recovery. i haven’t seen it in a while and am going to probably rewatch it now

#wood--vale #asks