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iovmegumi · 1 year

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sims 4 crystal legacy challenge

hello! here is a legacy challenge i created while playing the Garden Legacy challenge. i didn’t want to finish on my tenth gen and decided to create my own challenge, based on crystals. this challenge can be continued from a previous save or started in a new one! i also tried to implement base game options for those who don’t own all the packs! some gens do need packs but if you don’t have them, they may be skipped.

if you play this please tag me! or post your sims with #iovmegumi crystal legacy challenge

general rules ❥ you do not have to live on the same lot for all 10 generations if you wish. ❥ mods and cc are allowed! ❥ no money cheats ! ❥ i’ve assigned a colour to each gen so you may play with berry sims if you wish! ❥ i’ve decided that in each generation you may roll for offspring (rolling a dice or using a random number generator to decide how many children) unless stated otherwise in the rules.

gen one - rose quartz (pink)

a stone of unconditional love.

growing up, all you ever wanted was a family. leaving home young to start your life, you work on your career while trying to find the one, dedicated to cultivating the perfect life. you work hard to support your family and love your children so much, opening your heart and home to those in need of families as well. you cherish your partner and frequently find yourself going on date nights.

traits: family-oriented, romantic, perfectionist aspiration: super parent (PH) or big happy family rules:

❥ level 10 cooking ❥ level 5 gourmet cooking ❥ level 10 parenting (PH) ❥ master arts critic career or reach level 10 of painting while freelancing ❥ have four kids, one adopted ❥ marry your soulmate and stay together until death do you part

gen two - orange calcite (orange)

a stone for energy and creativity.

you had everything as a child, lots of siblings and loving parents. you took an interest in your house, specifically the furniture and decided that you’d love to create your own items. when you are old enough you begin learning how to make furniture and take an interest in repairing objects. though you grew such a passion for this, you found that you hadn’t really had time to make friends.

traits: loner, self-assured, maker (EL) or creative aspiration: master maker (EL) or curator rules:

❥ level 10 fabrication (EL) or complete crystal collection or both! ❥level 10 handiness ❥ level 5 gardening ❥ level 10 civil designer career - green technician branch (EL) or live off making creations ❥ have only one friend ❥ marry that friend ❥ complete aspiration ❥ roll for offspring ❥ fill house with furniture or items you’ve made

gen three - moonstone (white)

a symbol of light and hope and also encourages us to embrace new beginnings.

your parents were so focused on the world around you that you began wondering what else was out there. you grew a fascination for space and found the urge to explore outside your planet. you meet some different people, and even find yourself falling in love with one of them. how do you tell your parents that you’re marrying an alien?

traits: genius, family-oriented, clumsy aspiration: nerd brain rules:

❥ level 10 logic ❥ level 10 fitness ❥ level 10 rocket science ❥ level 5 parenting ❥ level 10 astronaut career ❥ complete aspiration ❥ have 4-5 kids ❥ marry an alien (if you have GTW) ❥ build & fully upgrade a rocket ship ❥ travel to sixam

gen four - sodalite (blue)

enhances communication and builds confidence.

having an alien background, you have never felt like you fit in. you dream of having lots of friends and living a normal life. you focus on trying to blend into society and try to be as social as possible, throwing parties and meeting new sims, even seeming to gain some attention on the internet too.

traits: outgoing, unflirty, party animal or bro and loyal aspiration: friend of the world rules:

❥ level 10 charisma ❥ level 7 comedy or mischief ❥ level 7 video gaming ❥ level 10 social media career - internet personality branch (CL) or entertainer - comedy branch ❥ complete aspiration ❥ roll for offspring ❥ throw 5 parties over the course of your life

gen five - pyrite (grey)

used for abundance, confidence & protection.

note: this gen requires Get Famous and may be skipped if you do not own the pack!

having a well-known parent thrust you into the spotlight from a young age and as you grew older, you found yourself loving it, wanting more. you dream of being on the big screen, your face plastered on billboards, your name nominated for awards. you’ll do anything to gain fame, even if it means use others.

traits: ambitious, snob, self-absorbed (GF) aspiration: world famous celebrity rules:

❥ level 10 acting ❥ level 10 piano ❥ level 5 violin ❥ level 5 guitar ❥ level 10 acting career ❥ complete aspiration ❥ become a 5 star celebrity ❥ have two failed marriages ❥ have only one child ❥ have a butler (VG)

gen six - amethyst (purple)

a powerful protective stone.

your parent was obsessed with fame, wanting you to follow in their footsteps. after seeing how little they cared about you, you decided to go in a different direction. your butler was your best friend and basically raised you, talking to you of how they used to love their family garden. you decide a quiet life is suited to you and put all your focus into working on a lovely garden dedicated to your butler.

traits: loves the outdoors, neat, vegetarian aspiration: freelance botanist rules:

❥ level 10 gardening ❥ level 10 cooking ❥ level 6 logic ❥ level 10 gardening career (seasons) or complete basegame plants collection or both ❥ have at least 3 kids ❥ lose one child to death ❥ be best friends with your childhood butler

gen seven - tourmaline (black)

promotes happiness and offers protection, inspires creativity.

losing a sibling was the hardest time of your life, and you found that your family never recovered from this loss. you hear a myth of a book that can bring people back to life and vow to return your sibling back to you and your family.

traits: gloomy, creative, paranoid or erratic aspiration: bestselling author rules:

❥ level 10 writing skill ❥ level 5 photography skill (GTW) ❥ level 10 writing career ❥ complete aspiration ❥ write book of life & bring back deceased sibling ❥ marry a bookworm ❥ roll for offspring ❥ adopt a cat (C&D)

gen eight - bloodstone (red)

for courage & justice, strengthens immune system & family bonds.

your parents had been stressed a lot of their life, working hard to bring your family member back. you were frustrated that they had to go through so much and decided to take it out on others. you grew to despise most people, working on creating enemies rather than friends, feeling a sense of justice for your parent. yet you still made sure to love your children, even if you may have not loved your spouse as much.

traits: mean, noncommittal, bro aspiration: bodybuilder rules:

❥ level 10 programming ❥ level 10 mischief ❥ level 10 criminal career (oracle branch) ❥ roll for offspring ❥ cheat on your spouse once all children are born ❥ get divorced as an adult ❥ get engaged again & leave new spouse at the altar

gen nine - amazonite (green)

a stone of peace, harmony, truth & communication.

the trauma of your parents rough marriage led you to pursue finding harmony and inner peace. you find this through yoga and painting, refusing to get a job so you can keep an eye on your spouse and make sure all your children feel loved.

traits: jealous, erratic, art lover aspiration: painter extraordinaire rules:

❥ level 10 painting ❥ level 10 wellness (SD) or level 10 violin ❥ level 5 knitting (NK) ❥ complete aspiration ❥ never get a job ❥ fill your household with children ❥ always celebrate the holidays (seasons) ❥ go to the spa once a week (SD)

gen ten - citrine (yellow)

attracts wealth, prosperity & success.

note: this gen requires discover university! but i have included a basegame option too!

your whole life has revolved around your siblings. you had nothing that was your own and desperately wanted to remove yourself from them, wanting your own success and your own name. you study and get a degree, priding yourself on your intelligence and work ethic.

traits: hot-headed, materialistic, overachiever or ambitious aspiration: fabulously wealthy rules:

❥ level 10 robotics or level 10 logic & charisma ❥ level 7 programming ❥ level 7 handiness ❥ level 10 engineer career or level 10 business career ❥ complete aspiration ❥ get a university degree (DU) ❥ own a dog & a cat (C&D)

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14dyh · 4 months

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Science and Insanity | H.Z.

a/n: watching Re-Animator and all i could think about is Hange as a mad scientist

Mad Scientist Hange as your lover...

who loves it when you listen to their experiments and express fascination with their new findings

who creates or shows you weird stuff they think you'll find interesting

who has a very optimistic yet calculating attitude (charming, right?)

who makes science jokes that you find funny (but doesn't sound funny to other people, I'm afraid)

who loves having silly conversations with you because they know you won't find them annoying

"If you're gonna ask me if I would still love you as a worm, I'll s–" "Hange, I won't ask you that, you dork." "Well, I see that. But you know worms are really fascinating creatures with great abilities. I can make you a superworm!" "If I become superworm, are you willing to sacrifice your corporeal body to be a superworm with me and rule the world with our superworm powers?" "YES!"

who loves having you around the workplace because you support their madness and don't insult their curiosity

who loves it when you rationalize situations where the experiment could be hazardous and has the potential to harm them

who appreciates the way you remind them to sleep, eat, and take baths (they secretly love the power of your persuasion because they notice they listen and obey you)

“what if I make a chemical that would allow me weeks of no sleep, untiringly? You won't have to tell me to get my ass to bed every night, haha!” “then you won't have an excuse to sleep with me,” you responded with a smug smile. “hmm, on another note, my idea is reeeeally terrible let's go to sleep darling forget what I said.” “you dork,” you chuckled as they playfully snuggled closer to you.

who entrusts their experiments and findings to you because your viewpoint matters a lot to them

who would hug you excitedly in the morning and tell you about everything that happened in the lab because they knew you wouldn't be shaken no matter how horrific the story would sound

who loves you and kisses you with heart eyes every time you tell them that you found a new specimen they could experiment on

who appreciates it when you show everyone that you love every inch of their twisted mind

who gets a little embarrassed when your Friday date nights turn to “let's clean up your bloody clothes and dispose of this body right away so we can finally sleep together” night

who won't admit how good you look covered in blood that wasn't yours

who would say “I love the texture of your brain!” to compliment your cleverness

who gave you a human heart carved with a short love note on it as a gift (or on any occasion, they love giving gifts even if there's nothing special about the day)

who gave you a perfume made of blood on valentine's day (dw they removed the hemoglobin so it's not red, it looks like an innocent perfume)

who tells you fascinating facts about your body (“do you know that your body doesn't react to medicine as fast as the average?” “hmm do you know that your blood is darker than most people?”)

who will further tell you what possibilities can be made possible with how your biological body is structured

who promised they would never try dangerous experiments with you ("we could try a loooot of better, more fun experiments, though" *winks*)

whose idea of pillow talk is to discuss "what if" or "how would it be like if" questions with you

who always smiles and pepper you with kisses when you manage to give them even crazier ideas they won't conceive by themself (that's so weird darling I love you so much *smooch*)

who always plays crazy science-themed car games with you because they know you enjoy it too

who never fails to let you know how grateful they are to share this fascinating, insane world with you

who doesn't regret the life of madness they led because you always stand with their choices and desires

who will ask you to marry them so they can continue a life of creativity and insanity with you forever

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Congratulations, reader, you're officially a walking “i stand with my cancelled wife” text post

#hange zoë #hange zoe x reader #hange zoe x you #hange zoe x y/n #hange zoe headcanons #aot x reader #aot headcanons #aot #aot fanfiction #snk #hange snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #14dyh-writes

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variousqueerthings · 3 months

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Rating Jodie Whittaker first season episodes, best to worse? yeah best to worse. subjective, of course:

1- Demons Of The Punjab

Clear winner for me, beautifully written and shot, with the science fiction element really interacting with the plot. I have some things I wish for this episode -- I wish it was even more explicit how much this situation came out of British colonialism, I wish Yaz had wanted to know about the origins of the watch even though she was there, because I kind of felt like it was for her grandmother more than for her (I would looove to pick the brains of the writer and actress), I wish the science fiction element had tied just a tad more explicitly to the plot, but to be honest considering how hamfisted and sometimes fully off-base the politics has been this era, especially in the next season but in this one occasionally too (THE SYSTEM ISN'T THE PROBLEM!) I am happy to take simple witnessing. But it's a great episode, it comes together well, it's... a rare... episode... about Yaz

2- The Woman Who Fell To Earth

I think this is a great introduction to Thirteen as a mad professor type Doctor. Simple. My favourite Doctor intros are the RTD and RTD2 eras (Nine, Ten, Fifteen), but I think Thirteen is fantastic in this, and it does introduce the companions well -- my one thing I'd change, probably grows gradually as I go through the era, and it's simply that I like Grace as a character more than Graham, and I did not like how she died, and especially not how throughout her death seems to be centred more on Graham than on Ryan

3- It Takes You Away

Frog. Frog. Frog. Also Scandinavian softcore horror for the intro. I mean generally this episode is just a fascinating little ride. So many twists and turns for something that's also so contained. And FROG! -- I do think this episode faltered just a tad on exploring why the dad stayed there, I mean, grief yes, but he's only in this one episode and so you're left with this guy who abandoned his daughter and played spooky noises to keep her inside a hut, while he lived it up in his fake reality with his fake wife, and initially I thought there was a bit of alien hypno or something involved, but no. Just a mess of a father, and then we move on. And also again, Grace only interacts with Graham and not with Ryan. BUT LISTEN! FROG! UNIVERSE FROG!

4- Rosa

Rosa is suuuuch a tricky episode to pull off and I think it being made at all is such major props. It's one of the (if not the) episodes where I genuinely have felt so much real-life fear for one of the companions, and it not shying away from that while attempting to balance it for kids, and having it educate people on Rosa Parks and that history, and Rosa is a fantastically written character as well. it's something I think really is indicative of consciously thinking about who matters in history/for the history episodes than dead white British guys. I rate it further down (although not far down) because I don't know if it was able to nail the ending properly. there was a fatalistic element to the idea of them having to stay seated so that Rosa could protest, and structurally I have questions about the villain, who is very thinly written, and the build throughout the episode being kind of anti-climactic to me. It's kind of pivoting around Rosa as the really interesting part of the episode and I'm glad that she is what works for me, but I don't think it works as an episode of science fiction, nor am I sure about what the ending in the bus is meant to tell us. it also features the first of the "feels like it's spoken directly to the camera" type speeches at the end, which we see more of in the next season.

5- The Ghost Monument

I mean, the ending where the Doctor speaks to the Tardis is it for me. I've heard some people don't like this episode, I think it's solid. it does suffer from Chibnall era sl-o-o-o-o-w pacing at times, which is a thing I've been finding more and more throughout and having checked which episodes feel like major offenders to me, they are ones that tend to be written by him. did just look back at previous seasons episodes by him, and actually he didn't do that many, but some of them are similar in structure, but perhaps not so noticeable when couched in other writers/showrunners. there was some mistake made in the ending of this episode when the companions finally see the Tardis and either the writing or directing decided that they needed to react to this with an understated "wow." Be big! this show is Big!

actually I wonder if that's at the core of some of the things I don't vibe with with Chibs (that and the trying to appease everyone appeases no one and the centre politics with some serious missteps), but structurally I don't think he quite accepts the Doctor Who-ness of it and sometimes tries too hard to turn it into Serious Scifi. sometimes I like that, and often DW is serious, but it's also silly and Camp. it's soul is Camp and Chibnall in his era is not (this the man who wrote Power Of Three, sir!)

but I'm ok with this episode not being so camp. it's serviceable, it gives us back the Tardis and she is Be-a-utiful and gives me one of my favourite little moments between the Doctor and the Tardis

(oh the other thing is Chibnall in his own era has Important Backstory come in oddly artificially and off to the side of the plot/doesn't smoosh the two together well enough. does that in a fair few of these, not just this one)

6- The Witchfinders

I enjoy this one. Alan Cumming plays James I as suitably gay and unhinged with an evil bent to it, there's some wild tree alien zombie witch action, the Doctor namedrops Houdini, I just quite enjoy it -- also it goes more off the rails than I feel like this era allows itself. This is "bad" but it's of the enjoyable kind in my opinion. I may actually in my soul put it one higher/switch it with Ghost Monument, but I'm too lazy to

7- The Tsuranga Conundrum

I like the lil alien in this. I think it suffers froooom... Pacing issues again! And it's another Chibnall written episode! I think I do enjoy the male pregnancy, I mean, I know several men and nbs who've been pregnant so I'm coming at it differently than I'm sure a large swathe of the UK audience, but it (from memory) didn't do any weird "now a man can know what this feels like" type commentary, it's just a planet where men give birth to men, and women give birth to women (sidenote on that, I read this as a Tardis mistranslation or a "close enough" type translation -- so it's just that one part of the species gives birth to one part of the species, and another to another, and Ryan and Graham and Yaz read that as Man and Woman so that's how the translation does it, cos they're not up on the queer lingo... makesya wonder about how dimorphism and potential intersex and trans ideas look on that planet too)

but yeah, a lot of this episode drags for me. I don't not enjoy it, but I think it comes at a point in the season where you wanted something a bit more adrenaline-filled. After the first episode we had the quiet Rosa, then the somewhat messy and also downstated Arachnids of the UK and then I felt kind of owed a big space to-do, which it did seem to start as, but then tapered out a bit. that being said I like a lot of the space ideas (neurological spaceship piloting!!!) and yeah. I don't dislike it

8- Arachnids Of The UK

ARACHNIDS IN THE UK THEY JUST LOCKED YOU IN A ROOM AND WAITED FOR YOU TO DIE I GUESS!!!!??? I think this is the... not the first episode, I think Rosa was the first for me, where it felt like the Doctor sometimes just doesn't act. As if the resolution is "things happen the way they happen and all we can do is hang about I guess"

which is a bit of a Chibs Politics issue and of course most obvious in our bottom rung, but yeah. Not so much of a fan of centrist Doctor, I need me some of that anarchic energy of the past!

we do meet Yaz's mum (hi Yaz's mum!) who asks if Yaz and the Doctor are dating and the Doctor is like... "is that what this is? if you say so" which is kind of hilarious, and Ryan's grime playlist. but overall a bit of a miss

9- Resolution

this was the first episode I hadn't seen before, and it featured one of my faves in the single episode lead and she was great. Unfortunately it felt to me like a rehashed Dalek plot that we've seen done better several times before

we did get Ryan's dad, which I appreciated, because I was under the impression we'd never get to see any of that. I like that he saw the Tardis and decided not to come, but is happy to see his son is cared for, and also that it's a complicated relationship that's being fixed. and I just grab at all the Ryan plot I possibly can!

10- The Battle Of Ranskoor Av Kolos

IIIIIIIIII thought this episode was boring (aahhhh sorry). which feels so damning in such a terrible way, almost worse than things I've said about M*ffat but maybe I should've said more of his episodes were boring, because many of them were, but they were like. maximalist boring, because he thought if he just blasted you full of enough images you'd not pay attention to whether or not there was any plot or character development, whereas this episode to me just... drags

I like the duo alien species, I think they're very cool. I don't think Tim Shaw was compelling enough to come back as a finale villain, I feel like they banked wrongly on that and that's why this episode suffers (well, that and the pacing)

it also shows a bit to me that there's a struggle in this era to do long-form character development at times. A lot of things get brought up in one episode and immediately dealt with within that episode through just... deciding to deal with it. sometimes this isn't the case (Ryan's dad was set up in episode 1 so we could sit with that for a bit, and he featured a lot in the episode he was in, Grace's memory has appeared several times throughout the season in some form or other) but Graham going "I'm gonna shoot this guy -- no never mind I thought it through and I won't" is a bit weak

there's also not a whole lot of this finale that deals with any of the companions or the Doctor in any deep way, they don't reaaally change or grow in a way that makes you go "ah yes, I see where you've come from and potentially where we're setting you up to go next." To be honest this was also a problem with M*ffat, specifically with Clara, who was three different characters depending on season, but in this one again it's not a mad forgetfulness of his own lore that's making Chibnall do this, it's just kind of static

11- Kerblam

aaaaand Kerblam. Honestly. opening salvo of this? Great. and then. it loses the fucking plot. and calls space Amazon alright actually. and just... I mean all of it's a mess. Capitalism Propaganda, from the characters to the resolution. make you blink a few times and worry perhaps that despite episodes like Demons of the Punjab and Rosa that ol' Chibs (who to be fair didn't write this one, but would have had final say on it and potentially commissioned the idea) is not the guy to be writing Progressive Doctor Who... maybe... who knows...

#im watching nu!who #im watching whittaker who #the measurement #the measurement series eleven

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utilitycaster · 2 years

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So… What do you think about Susan Calvin? And do you have any recommendations for people who like to read robot stories (assuming what everyone knows about Asimov already.)

I LOVE Susan Calvin, more so because I'm pretty sure her appeal now (or in the early 2000s, when young me first read I, Robot) is mostly unintentional. I truly love Asimov's writing, I think he had a lot of fascinating ideas, and even his nonfiction essays are worth a read, but he was, as many science fiction authors of the time were, Not Great Towards Women. He designed Susan Calvin to be brilliant...but unattractive and brusque and unpleasant, while the recurring male characters like Powell and Donovan get to be cool and brave. And yet, by making a woman who was in defiance of what a sexist man would find attractive he made one of the most compelling women in classic sci fi. She is married to her work. She is a huge asshole. She's real and complex because he actually had to put thought into her as a character rather than being like "ah yes the woman scientist is a blonde bombshell who echoes all of my own feelings", and I love her and honestly, a lot of my thoughts about Dancer are probably influenced by Susan Calvin - a weird, smart loner who is horrible at interpersonal relationships but actual has a great deal of respect for robots.

The thing is...the part of robot stories I love is more the society around them and how this responds. I'm not actually that invested in robots as the main characters, so the robot stories beyond Asimov's positronic brain stuff/The Bicentennial man that I know of (that was what I was referencing in my tags, incidentally; if you read a bunch of Asimov you will be fine) are mostly also really popular: Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep (and Blade Runner); Battlestar Galactica (everyone should watch the 2003 BSG because it's fucking phenomenal and it's also a very good companion to everything I've said about pacing, lately, namely, you can have utterly fucked pacing as long as the characters are deeply of this world and given enough space to breathe); The smattering of Star Trek: TNG I've seen indicates that's pretty good. But yeah, it's not actually an area I tend to personally explore.

[this is directly related to the above but it is not what you asked, letting you know so you can bounce if you're not interested.]

What I do think people should do though is 1. Read a shitload of Octavia Butler and Ursula K. Le Guin specifically and 2. Go to their local library (might need to make a trip to the central one, actually, for this) and find the battered sci-fi short story anthologies from like, 1972. I read SO MUCH OF THAT as a high schooler, and on the one hand this means that I'm cursed with many memories of stories I will probably never be able to find again (shout out to someone on a weird forum who was able to identify The Silk and the Song from my fragmented memories); but on the other hand I think it just gives you a grounding in classic sci fi you cannot otherwise get. Science fiction meant short stories for a good portion of the 20th century, and a lot of the most interesting and weird stuff that really engaged with modern and near-future technologies is in there.

TBH that is what I'm getting at with recommending classic sci fi short fiction just...in the abstract. I think a whole lot of it tried to engage with the idea of "what happens to our society if this happens" in a way that modern sci fi sometimes does not (for a huge number of sociological reasons and because the immensity/political implications of nuclear and space technologies being obvious in a way that the internet was not). I brought it up in reference to FCG because...look, there's still a lot I feel could have been done better, and that's a separate post, but FCG's presence in the world is fascinating. It's asking the question of "imagine a world where no one even has a proper conception of artificial intelligence - and where you can summon a low-level fey or celestial and require they do your bidding - but there's a bunch of mindless automatons. Ok imagine one of them has a soul now." The people who react most normally to FCG are the people most ignorant of automata! Anyway, I think reading a shitload of shortform classic sci fi is the most efficient way to rewire your brain to automatically go "ok but what is the baseline of this fictional society and what is the change this story is exploring and how would people of various types respond" with speculative fiction in general, and I think it's such an important part of analysis! Also it's fun! If you come across a moderately humorous story from the 60s or 70s where people keep messing with the timeline and keep not realizing they've done so please send me its title because it pops into my mind now and then and I haven't been able to find it in like 15 years!

#in all seriousness I credit reading compass rose by le guin like 5 times through in high school #with why i have good opinions about the kryn dynasty #i have a short fantasy anthology out of the library now actually and I am going to go read it this evening thanks anon for reminding me #tbh when i'm home for thanksgiving might go to my old library and be like. i have no card i just need to look at your books for 3 hours

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arklay · 2 years

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tagged by @aartyom & @nuclearstorms to do this – thank you both so much ily, i could talk about name meanings forever! ♡

tagging: @avallachs @brujah @calenhads @camelliagwerm @cultistbase @denerims @faarkas @florbelles @indorilnerevarine @jillvalcntines @leviiackrman @liurnia @montliyets @morvaris @reaperkiller @risingsh0t @shadowglens @solasan @steelport @swordcoasts @voerman @wrymbloods & anyone else who would like to do this, feel free to say i tagged you! ♡

NAME MEANINGS.

rules: search and post the meaning of your ocs' names (if you made their name up or they go by a nickname, post an explanation of how it came to you)! bonus for if you can find something for their last name too

DIANA (Диана) — of Latin origin, and the name of the Roman goddess of the hunt, wild animals, fertility and the moon. It derives from Latin dīus ("godly"), ultimately from Proto-Italic *divios, meaning "divine, heavenly". This stems from the Proto-Indo-European *diwyós ("divine, heavenly"), formed with the root *dyew- ("daylight sky") attached with the thematic suffix -yós

There's a lot to unpack here. First of all, the notion of the "right to be a god" which for her was never about being a god of a new world as such, but rather being godlike, having abilities that while granted by science, went beyond the limitations of the human body. Then there's the associations with the goddess, but specifically wild animals. Diana was a herpetologist before all else, and her fascination and love of reptiles started at a young age before she began working predominantly as a field herper, observing these animals in the wild, until her expertise extended to those kept in captivity. She also just loves little creatures. The way I chose this name literally had nothing to do with the meaning until I remembered what that was and it just fit. But she was nameless for over a month and I just kept going back to the sound of this name, like there was something about the Russian pronunciation specifically that kept scratching my brain, and I was like yeah, she chose her name for real

VIKTOROVNA (Викторовна) — the feminine Russian patronymic of the name Viktor, making it "the daughter of Viktor". The name is the Russian (amongst others) variant of Victor, from Latin origin, meaning "winner" or "conqueror"

So when I was looking for her patronymic, the way I chose this one was by saying each of the ones that I liked – because of the way they looked honestly, just ones that jumped out to me – in the proper order with her first and last name and seeing which ones sounded the nicest altogether to me. That was literally it, and then I remembered what the meaning of this name was as well and had a full on moment, but yeah, that's how I got her dad's name too obviously. Diana is a person who always works towards what she sets her mind to, all the way until she gets it, and that's a trait she actually picked up from her father, so it works. I think it's very ironic that she fails though. At least in the terms of the plan she worked on for years which led to her husband's death, but there is the upside of her bringing him back to life and the two of them create their own little empire to pull the strings from behind the scenes

AFANASYEVA (Афанасьева) — the feminine form of the Russian surname derived from the name Afanasy, which is the Russian form of Athanasios, a Greek name meaning "immortal"

Funnily enough, I chose her surname first before anything else. I can't remember how I even found it, I think I was looking specifically for meanings either surrounding immortality or rebirth, or even related to snakes at one point, and that's where I came across it. It's what actually made me decide that her background was going to be Russian as well, because I honestly just really liked it. Now, immortality… I have a lot to say about this, so hold on. First of all, directing your attention specifically to snakes, once again. As snakes shed their skin through sloughing, they are symbols of rebirth, transformation, immortality, and healing, amongst other values. The ouroboros is a symbol of eternity and continual renewal of life

For Diana, her ambitions in life changed when she was roped into working with bioweapons by The Organisation, and she found the concept of immortality fascinating and something she wanted to achieve for herself, because she truly believed that she wouldn't have enough time across her lifespan to learn everything she wanted to. Being aware of organisms that already possessed biological immortality, she believed it was possible to recreate that for humans through a modern day elixir of life of sorts. That all led her towards assisting in the engineering of the Uroboros virus, which would finally grant her those abilities and she would be able to join her husband in his supposed halted ageing. Diana also believes in the concept of an immortal soul that is reincarnated after death, which ties back to ouroboros with life, death, and rebirth and the transmigration of souls. She has said, and I quote, "I think we were supposed to find each other again" to Wesker before and I'd like a moment to scream over that, thank you. I mean you all know how I've talked about Diana just having this feeling of being known with him, and all that. It's the soulmates of it all, you know how it is

SHARP — an English surname that originated as a nickname deriving from Old English scearp, meaning "sharp" and used to describe a smart or keen person

This was the alias she used while undercover and the way I chose this was literally another case of me just liking how it sounded then going oh hey that fits actually… I was looking for a common kind of unsuspecting type of surname, think like Smith or Brown, along those lines, but I think it's funny that she probably grew up hearing "sharp as a tack" a lot because she is extremely intelligent, as well as a bit of a smartass, so she probably dealt with things like that at the company as well

REINA — means "queen" in Spanish, although there are a few other names with the same or similar spelling that have different origins with unrelated meanings

It's funny because I have had Reina for so many years and she never had a name, but I mean she's gone through so many iterations at this point that it's fine, but out of nowhere I was just like sure, that fits. Have we noticed a theme? I get the vibes for a character first and then a name will speak to me for them. But with Reina, she started going by this when she joined the Saints as a way to keep her private life separate from the gang, and it came from an old joke nickname that her late partner used to call her which just stuck with her. It's the Leo energy, that's why. But when he first saw her training in the ring at her gym and all the guys got around her after she knocked one of them flat on his ass, he struck up a conversation with her afterwards and said something along the lines of "who are you, la reina?" and it became a little nickname for her that she was rather fond of

CARMINA — an Italian and Spanish variant of Carmen, coming from the Latin word carmen which means "song", "ode" or "poem". Another origin of it is being the Spanish and Italian form of Carmel, from Hebrew karmel (הַכַּרְמֶל), meaning "garden"

Going to be honest here guys, I just chose this name because I liked the way it sounded and there's two people in my family who have forms of it. The name itself doesn't really have much correlation to Reina's personality or situation as such, but what I think is really interesting is that the Roman goddess Carmenata's name is based on the root carmen as well, and she was the goddess of childbirth and a protector of mothers and children, so I mean… gestures vaguely. Reina is a mother before all else and she would do literally anything for her daughter. And I mean I'm sure if you analysed the Odes you could also find many parallels to her life, like even just from a few of the poems I read I had a bit of a moment

MICHELI — an Italian surname that comes from the given name Michele, the Italian form of Michael, which is derived from Hebrew Mikha'el (מִיכָאֵל), meaning "who is like God?". This is a rhetorical question that implies there is none like God, or there is no one as famous and powerful as God. The question is also known in Latin as "Quis ut Deus?", particularly associated with the Archangel Michael

I originally chose this surname just based on one of playa's apparent nicknames – Mickey – that I saw on the wiki which I wanted to incorporate into her lore somehow, which I never actually do because no one really knows her surname, but it's interesting to think about what Michael is the patron saint of in relation to Reina, namely police and military. I mean I don't want to delve too deep into this cause of the topic of religion and I have other thoughts with her there, but I think it's interesting that this is where her surname comes from and she broke away from her family and rejected a lot of what they were, and then she becomes this gang leader which is obviously involved with direct conflicts with police and military groups, so you get what I mean, she's kind of the antithesis of it I suppose

REN — Japanese meaning "lotus"

This was never intended, because it was literally just Ithrenil's nickname, but I find it so symbolic that I'm kind of losing my mind. Ithrenil's actual name came from me just combining letters while trying to make something that sounded vaguely bosmer, but their nickname that only Farkas uses (until the rest of the Companions pick up on it and starts calling them that, and they hate it cause they're not a fan of nicknames and it was a special them thing) works. In terms of the symbolism, lotuses are symbols of so many things across different cultures, but a few examples are purity, transcendence, enlightenment, and rebirth. I think the purity one is interesting in terms of being a werewolf because many would think the exact opposite for Ithrenil, that their soul is cursed and tainted by their beast blood, even if they themself see it as a gift. Also the fact that purity is the name of the quest for curing either one of the twins... The other examples I feel like can all kind of relate to their relationship with being both dragonborn and a werewolf as well

MEHLIA — I just added an H to Melia, a name of Greek origin, coming from the ancient word (μελία) for ash-tree which derives from the Greek element meli (μέλι) meaning "honey". The plural, Meliae, were usually considered to be a class of nymphs associated with trees, particularly ash-trees. According to Hesiod, they were born when the drops of Uranus' blood fell on Gaia, and were said to be the progenitors of the men of the Bronze Age, who they nursed on the honey-sap of ash-trees

This was literally another case of me finding a name I thought was pretty then I looked at the meaning and it somehow worked. Her aesthetic was already based around honey, considering she has honey blonde hair, and connections to nature, so that's really fun. But I think also the association with a particular tree is interesting, considering a major symbol of city elf culture is the vhenadahl

#okay okay i'll stop there. you don't have to read these lmao i'm SO sorry for my essays... specifically diana's but listen. she makes me #feral i just care her so much and have so many thoughts and feelings about her it's nuts. also for the two (out of my more not super vague #ocs) that i didn't include: i feel like alex's is just very on the nose and there's not much i could say there beyond like in general it #relates to him? but who knows. there's probably some symbolism with hawks to him too. with dani i literally just randomly started calling #her that and it stuck but i don't think the meanings of either her first or last name really correlate to her too much? at least not that i #can think of right now but i'm sure if i really thought about it more then i would have a full on Moment lmaooooo #oc: diana #oc: reina #oc: ithrenil #oc: mehlia #tag games.

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GUYS I HAVE TO TELL YOU ABOUT MY. MY OLD PSYCHONAUTS OC. RIGHT NOW

his name is

philbert funk.

this is him right here in fact. it's very old art but i still like it. there will be even more art of him later in the post...

click the read more to learn his JUICY backstory ok?

ahhhh good to see u. so glad ur interested in my philbert let me tell u about him.

PHILBERT!!! FUNK!!!! was an employee at psychonauts hq, and a hell of a good one at that. he was an inventor slash researcher, like otto mentalis, who he even got to work with on occasion. he'd invent psychic gadgets to enhance existing powers - things like telekinesis extender headbands that let you pick up more objects at once or telepathy mufflers shaped like earmuffs to get some peace and quiet without having to stick around in an isolation chamber (you can guess who that one was for). he was a quick learner and a hard worker who refused to let ANY job of his turn out less than perfect. real high standards - maybe worryingly so. he skipped a LOT of sleep to keep up his momentum. he was ambitious, VERY ambitious, and liked to test the limits of both his inventions and himself.

problem is, when you make overperforming your baseline, people expect a hell of a lot more out of you than they should - and most certainly more than he could deliver. the popularity his work earned him turned out to be more of a curse than a blessing as he worked himself to the bone trying to invent more and more impressive things to win approval again and again. what started out as a simple curiosity and love for science turned into the desperate need to keep things up lest he disappoint everyone.

philbert funk flew too close to the sun.

one of his greatest fascinations was animal telepathy - he had none. he'd always been, admittedly, BURNINGLY jealous of those who could speak with animals, as zoology was a special interest of his for...well, forever. so the idea occurred: what if there was a way to fabricate the power by making your dna more compatible with the animal you want to communicate with? if your brain chemistry is altered to be more similar, maybe it would be easier to make the connection for those who don't do so naturally, like himself. he creates a big elaborate machine meant to intertwine your dna with an animal by having it read the animal's pattern and then manipulating your dna to its shape. around summer 1981 he test runs it in front of everyone in a fancy tech demo using a goat, his favorite animal!

IT DOES NOT .... go well.

he comes out with a goat face, the goat comes out with a HUMAN FACE, both are in critical condition cause hello it's a machine that TWISTS YOUR DNA, everyone freaks. phil is immediately written off as a danger to himself and others and fired as soon as he's stable enough to leave the infirmary. blacklisted too. he's made to leave and no one sees him again....

.....UNTIL!!!!!!!

couple years later, now 1983 (just a few months after raz gets into the biz officially), otto sends raz on a little fetch quest to an old building on the edge of the woods - it used to be a facility for testing gadgets or scientific studies or whatever but it went out of commission due to budget cuts shortly after phil was fired and hasn't been touched since. it's a cut and dry mission. go find the place, get the tools otto wanted, come back. right?

ummm. wrong. cause tools aren't the only thing in there.

that's right babey. the funkatron has been hiding out in there for YEARS! two of them. to be precise. living off scraps and whatever he can find in the woods, all to stay and try to fix his machine so he can turn himself and poor greff normal again, hoping it would be enough for the psychonauts to forgive him and maybe, just maybe, take him back. and GOD does he look ROUGH!!!!

like the pic implies he doesn't actually feel all that messed up about what he did to himself (though he does feel bad for greff -- he gave that thing a human consciousness and now it has to be self aware forever) cause like. hey! it didn't go exactly as planned but it was one hell of a scientific feat. he just wishes he hadn't been so stupid and reckless; he lost the respect of his compatriots and idols AND lost his dream job, and rightfully so.

despite not outwardly showing a lot of guilt (still being able to be lighthearted about it and all), raz sees for himself that poor phil's mind is a MESS. it's a courtroom and the same hearing happens over and over and over. prosecution shows off the memories of the day of the machine demo as evidence, no one's there to defend him, he admits guilt, repeat cycle. the judge always gives him a chance to say something else but he ALWAYS pleads guilty. he is, but hanging onto the guilt forever isn't gonna help anyone so raz has to jump in and be his defense lawyer and do a sick phoenix wright like maneuver to finally convince him to break the cycle, pointing out that while he IS at fault he's not helping anything by dwelling on it and he needs to move on. raz finally gets philbert out of his............... funk B) IM the funniest guy on earth it's me.

raz does a lot of convincing and phil pulls off his best puppy eyes and it ALMOST doesn't work but greff steps in to vouch for him (he DID dedicate the past two years of his life just to try and help it) and hq agrees to take him back and get him on a rehab and therapy program since...he. hasn't talked to any human beings in 2 years he needs a little re-acclimating. while he's getting used to normal life again he gains some new interests like gardening! and crochet! since they don't really want him engineering again quiiiiite yet... but i think he's welcomed back after an initial period of wariness and he works hard to earn back people's trust and finally keeps a healthy work life balance 😋 and from then on he joins the ranks of the psychonauts' cool old guy club

THAT is my philbert story... thank you oh so much for listening. i just remembered about him today and i got so excited. psychonauts ocs are oh so much fun

#character art #digital art #illustration #digital illustration #oc art #character design #original character #psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #psychonauts oc #psychonauts fanart #azazel's art gallery #long post #oc lore

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🌾 & 🌸 For Harley perhaps?

Oh, absolutely!! I'll talk about my Harley darling any day! :)

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

This was one of my favorite prompts from this list, so I'm glad this was included in the ask! I'll be describing Harley through Jade's perspective. As a fellow artist, I can totally picture Jade stepping away from the canvas and attempting to write sappy, flowery poetry or journal entries about her feelings to give her some form of closure and understanding. In the style of Agent Ace, this will be written from the third-person perspective (the thought process is long-winded and a lil messy, but that could just as easily be me 😅):

From the first time they met, Jade had always noticed the little things about Harley—the pattern of freckles across her nose, the way her bangs swept over her forehead, how her eyes were the exact color of sea glass. Her hands were cool to the touch, but it was the most grounding sensation Jade had ever felt. Heaven knew she fell too easily, but every time she thought she'd overcome her feelings, she sank a little deeper. Harley always had a strange gleam in her eyes; she never stopped thinking, even when she stopped paying attention to her own brain. She solved a hundred problems a day figuring out how to make her gadget of the month work, and thinking up solutions whenever it didn't. Her humor was just as bright as her mind, and optimistic in spite of every reason she had to look for the dark. They were friends, but maybe there was room for more. After all, it was impossible for Jade to ignore the way her heart skipped whenever Harley saw a creation of her own, with a look on her face like she had never seen anything more divine.

🌸 What are some of their favourite things and why? List as many as you can think of!

Alright, here we go!

The outdoors! As children, Harley and Sophia were always outside, playing in the woods behind their house or visiting the Arkley Bay Beach to look for crabs and fish in the tide pools under the docks.

Her family has always been important to her, even though her mother is the only consistent figure in her family. Harley never had the chance to meet her father, and while she still loves Sophia dearly, Sophia's strained relationship with her mother means she never gets to see her. It hurts her to see the people she loves so broken up.

Her favorite piece of jewelry, a bracelet made of strung-together wooden beads and green jasper stones. She bought it with her allowance when she was seven, along with an identical bracelet to give to Sophia as a parting gift when she left for Guard training. Sophia wears it just as much as her wedding ring.

Her best friends, Jade and Max. They were the ones she first met when she started attending the Westheight Institute, and they took her under her wing when she was all alone. There isn't much she wouldn't risk for them.

Music is the best fuel for her creativity. Whether it's dancing at a club or concert or blasting music through headphones while she works, it's invigoration that she can't get enough of.

Books. Harley is an avid reader, and spent much of her loneliest childhood days at the corner bookstore in Blumoore, getting lost in every story she could find.

Food! She'll try everything and loves almost everything she tries. Her mother's baklava is her favorite dessert, and she has a taste for sushi and barbecue—the spicier, the better!

Tinkering around in her free time. Harley is fascinated with discovering how the world around her works. Like Jade, she considers herself a creator, but she's more geared towards the sciences rather than the arts. She's a problem solver under pressure, and thrives off the trial-and-error of building new tools and gizmos and getting them to work.

On a similar note, anything related to robotics! She actually won a robotics scholarship for college, although she ended up turning down the opportunity to work under her uncle, Atticus Manalis, an underrated but genius inventor in his own right.

Once again following a related train of thought: I like to imagine that the show BattleBots exists in the Harmont Heroes universe, and that Harley, Jade, and Max all follow it religiously. The friendly competition of drawing up brackets and placing bets on which bot will prevail in each fight is what drew them together as friends in the first place.

She has an appreciation for art of all forms, since the most she can do herself are simple sketches. Her favorite art style is anything Jade makes.

Lastly, the city of Harmont, where she was born and raised. Even though her uncle's quiet, rural home has its own appeal, there's something charming and electrifying about city living, and she couldn't imagine calling anywhere else home.

#thank you for the ask!#please forgive any typos or nonsensical tangents #it is late and I am tired #but always happy to answer questions!!#soft oc asks #harmont heroes #wip: agent ace #oc: harley manalis #current wip #ella's writing

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Happy Blorbo Blursday!

If your characters were in a teen drama tv show, what character dynamic (i.e. the jock, the new kid, the cheerleader, the nerd, the queen bee, the cool teacher, the mean teacher everyone hates, etc etc) would each one be and why?

Or, alternatively, your characters in a campy 2000s sitcom ;)

This is amazing because my characters fit SO easily in a high school AU/teen drama 😅

Briar: The Quiet Kid. He finds it difficult to make friends until he catches Claw's eye and gets taken under his wing.

The Engineer/Dr. Arrow: Mean Teacher. He still has a passion for computer science, but definitely not for teaching it. Seems to be out to get Sharpe for some reason. The main villain, but Sharpe gets him fired during the season one finale.

Circuit: The Nerd. He'll gladly tutor the others, but they've stopped asking to copy off his homework. Dotes over his little brother, Mobo, even though he's jealous of him for earning his favorite teacher's approval.

Sharpe: The Bad Boy. Exclusively wears black, chains, and spiked leather jackets. Can usually be found smoking on the school's roof instead of in class, and always skips Computer Science.

Lug: The Himbo. I won't call him a jock since he's not particularly interested in sports, even if he does do well in PE. He makes up for his lack of brains with his huge heart and huge muscles.

Claw: Popular Kid Who's Good At Everything. He's surprisingly approachable but does vet everyone before he allows them to get close to the group. Moves away at the end of season one, devastating Sharpe, his best friend.

Mobo: The Everyman. Smart but doesn't seem to be particularly good at anything, which is only due to a lack of confidence and common sense. Dr. Arrow sees a potential in him that keeps his wrath away for the most part.

Taa-bi and Beyy-ma: The Chaotic Duo. A neighbor's little sisters, who make cameos and wreak havoc sometimes for filler episodes. They're best friends with Briar.

Eleni: Girl Next Door. She has a fascination with Briar's mom/the Engineer's ex-wife and has made it her whole personality. She'll be the main villain of season two. Also probably the most "problematic" character of the show, and nobody's favorite - I feel like her actress would get a lot of hate unfortunately.

Proto: Weird Girl. She gets introduced in season two to change up the dynamic.

#this question was awesome thank you #blorbo blursday #thanks for the ask!#me.#cherrybombfangirlwrites

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so the main character of Hoshikuzu Telepath is made fun of because she believes in aliens and wants to meet them. i know nobody asked but I'm gonna give yall my opinion on aliens.

in short: time and space are near infinite, so even the unlikely event of life forming is possible, and I would argue probable.

also, bold prediction, but I believe we will confirm alien life within the next few decades (30 years tops) likely within our solar system. in 100-200 years, we will communicate with an alien species. (i'm assuming we'll find bacteria on mars/europa)

aliens are 100% legit. i don't believe that any have visited earth, but it is possible. I believe that most life out there is extremely basic, like microbes and stuff. (i mean, even on earth, the vast majority of our life is basic, but i mean to say that the only life on most planets is basic.) i think that life has a tendency to exist, and will "try" to whenever possible, keeping in mind that it doesn't do this on purpose. (also, if we do find life in our solar system, it's pretty much guaranteed to exist outside of it as well)

with that said, the likeliness for life to actually come together is pretty low. i don't think it's extremely low, as I believe it's happened more than once in our solar system (earth and mars, probably, maybe elsewhere.) it's also worth keeping in mind that life doesn't have to be exactly like earth, carbon based and needing water.

even if the possibility for life to come together is extremely low, the fact of the mater is that time and space are infinite, though perhaps the livable time may be limited (consider the heat death of the universe as the end and the big bang as the beginning) that is still an insane amount of time. some people even hypothesize that your mind is nothing more than your brain just randomly assembling in the vast universe (Boltzmann Brain, though i think that this is stupid) which is theoretically possible given enough time. what i mean to say is: given enough time, basically anything is possible.

with that said, when most people talk aliens, they mean smart, human-like aliens. ones that can build cities and spaceships and communicate with us. I don't think we can anticipate space faring civilizations (or higher) but there may be other species out there that we can communicate with, once our technology (and/or theirs) advances far enough. there are some Great Filters that make more complex life harder to come across, but I'm sure it has happened somewhere in space time. we just have to hope that the space and time between them and us isn't all that great.

also some people may think we recently found good evidence of potential life elsewhere, but that is unlikely: video here

all in all, I'm not the biggest fan of scifi, aliens, or space, but it is fascinating to think about. I recommend watching PBS Spacetime on youtube if youre interested in stuff like that. Kurzgesagt is also good though it's more generally science, though it does have space stuff. i also watch anton petrov and dr becky on youtube a little bit but i'm not all to big on them.

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The Kaiju Preservation Society by John Scalzi — The Office Meets Pacific Rim

“The only real question is, who are the monsters?”

“They ask that question in every monster movie, you know. It’s an actual trope.”

“I know,” Tom said. “What does it say about us that it’s relevant every single time they ask it?”

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Should you read this? Wow, this is exactly what I needed to read right now. The Kaiju Preservation Society by John Scalzi is a wonderful, humorous novel that follows Jamie, who delivers food to the right person one day and ends up with a job right as the pandemic hits. However, this job isn’t quite easy to explain as he finds out that he will be lifting things for the KPS AKA the Kaiju Preservation Society. What follows is a story about finding a place to belong, how kaijus might work biologically, and doing the right thing in a world that makes it very easy to do the wrong thing.

This the first book I’ve read from Scalzi and if any of his other works are like this, I think he’ll become one of my favorite authors in no time.

First of all, the humor is great and a big part of that is how natural Scalzi makes the dialogue. His characters talk to one another like actual people and as they get to know one another, it feels as if they’re genuinely bonding. This, in turn, made me more invested in each character even though we ultimately don’t learn too much about anyone. This includes the protagonist, Jamie. This is surprising considering how much I love character studies and complex characters, but I found Scalzi’s writing to be so delightful and everyone’s banter charming enough that I wasn’t bored at all.

I also like the casual diversity in Scalzi’s writing as he doesn’t get into character descriptions, but it’s clear which characters are people of color and there’s a multitude of queer people represented in here. It’s done with an ease that I wish other authors would employ.

The science behind the kaijus themselves are fascinating. Part of me loves that Scalzi doesn’t get bogged down in too many details and barely describes them, but another part of me wishes there were just a few more details to rev my brain up. In any case, there is a clear biological base and rules Scalzi sets that come up consistently, which is great.

Overall, I recommend The Kaiju Preservation Society if you’re looking for a fun ride with engaging characters. There’s a sudden event more than halfway through the book that took me by surprise, but it’s not bad at all!

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Finally!

I love the crew of the KPS so much. Each of them is smart with their own brand of wit, has a distinct voice, and add an interesting tidbit to the world building. Their friendships really carried this book and kept it lively. While any monster can be interesting, I think it would’ve been hard to get through a book like this (that is to say, one with no plot really) without a cast of fun characters.

My favorite character, besides Jamie, is Satie. Satie is one of the pilots and is such a blunt guy who’s not an asshole. One of my favorite moments is when Sanders tries to bribe him and he tells him to get out of the plane. It was incredibly satisfying and Satie waiting for the rest of the team to get him when they go on their mission was very sweet.

Sanders is a great villain in how simple he is. There is no complexity to this man; he wants money and to do things because he can and doesn’t care about anything else. There was just enough arrogance and careless indifference in this man that I hated him, and he encapsulates everything wrong with billionaires. While I do wish he met a gorier on-page ending, I’m satisfied with the thought that a parasite ate him.

There’s such an ease to Scalzi’s world building that I envy. Nothing is forced and everything made sense to me; this kind of accessibility is something I greatly admire in Sci-Fi. There are things like pheromones that he sets up pretty early and they come into play later, which is nice.

I also think he does a great job making us attached to the kaijus themselves, especially Bella. I love how normal their names are and the fact that two of them are named Bella and Edward (yes, that Bella and Edward) is hilarious. Scalzi also has great compassion for these creatures, which are usually depicted as monsters, and underscores the fact that all creatures deserve compassion and to be treated with respect at the very least.

It’s also refreshing that The Kaiju Preservation Society is set in a world where the pandemic just began and that its characters are at the KPS because they need money. It’s lovely to see that Scalzi doesn’t ignore this but uses the plot and characters to tell a more lighthearted story set in those times.

#The Kaiju Preservation Society #John Scalzi #Book review #Science Fiction

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Why Spones is a top-tier ship

AKA “the inherent homoeroticism of annoying the shit out of your co-worker.”

Spock and McCoy have a complicated relationship. A lot of their bickering and ideological differences lead fans to believe that they hate each other, but that’s an over-simplification of the truth. The reality is that Spock and McCoy are extremely close friends who care about each other deeply. Though sometimes their bickering turns serious during stressful situations, for the most time they seem to enjoy the banter. A common mischaracterization of their relationship seems to put McCoy as the bully and Spock as the victim. In truth, there are many times where Spock will say something specifically to get a rise out of McCoy. They fight. That’s how they show affection, not disdain. In fact, one could argue that some of their bantering have a flirtatious tone to it.

Kirk: Mister Spock, regaining eyesight would be an emotional experience for most. You, I assume, felt nothing.

Spock: On the contrary Captain. I had a very strong reaction. My first sight was the face of Doctor McCoy bending over me.

McCoy: ‘Tis a pity brief blindness didn’t increase your appreciation for beauty, Spock. (Operation -- Annihilate!)

Spock is a half-Vulcan, half-Human who has mostly chosen to follow his Vulcan heritage. As such, he is a being of almost pure logic. The truth about Vulcans are that they are secretly beings who feel things very deeply and intensely, and they feel the need to keep a tight lid on their emotions as to not succumb to them. McCoy, on the other hand, is a regular human. He’s a deeply emotional man who cares about others. One could argue that McCoy is almost too empathetic, as he lets his emotions rule him. Spock and McCoy are polar opposites; the brain and the heart, the logic and the emotion, the super-ego and the id.

Despite these differences, the two men are similar in a lot of ways. They’re both men of science, men of peace, and they both care very deeply for their Captain. They’re both self-sacrificing morons, to the chagrin of the other. Spock will prioritize McCoy’s life even when both of them know it’s not the logical choice to do so. Likewise, McCoy will take a hit for Spock even when they both know the Vulcan is stronger and better equipped to deal with pain than the doctor.

Spock: (In the middle of a blizzard) In this severe cold, we cannot survive much longer.

McCoy: Leave me here, Spock.

Spock: We go together or not at all.

McCoy: Don’t be a fool. My hands and face are frostbitten. I can’t feel my feet. Alone, you have a chance. Now do what I say. Go try to find Jim.

Spock: We go together! (All of Yesterdays)

In the episode, “The Empath,” Kirk, Spock and McCoy have to choose someone to be offered as sacrifice to be tortured by a group of aliens. Kirk obviously volunteers, but gets put to sleep by McCoy with a tranquilizer. Spock then states that he’ll offer himself up, as he has the higher chance of surviving the torture. McCoy then proceeds to sedate Spock as well, and sacrifices himself to be tortured by the aliens.

Spock: While the captain is asleep, I am in command. When the Vians return, I shall go with them.

McCoy: You mean, if I hadn't given him that shot

Spock: Precisely. The choice would have been the captain's. Now it is mine.

(McCoy turns away. Spock sits to carry on working. Gem puts her hand on Spock's shoulder, and smiles. McCoy comes up behind him and gives him an injection.)

Spock: Your action is highly unethical. My decision stands. (Spock falls asleep next to Kirk.)

McCoy: Not this time, Spock.

Underneath all the fighting and disagreements, there is a deep caring between Spock and McCoy that manifests itself into protectiveness towards each other. In “All of Yesterdays,” Spock is constantly showing concern for McCoy after he almost died of hypothermia. In aftermath of McCoy’s torture in “The Empath,” Spock is seen hovering over his body and caressing his face, worry written into his features. On the other hand, while McCoy constantly makes fun of Spock for his lack of emotions, he’s also highly aware of the Vulcan’s mental state and protective of it when others threaten to shatter his resilience.

McCoy: He's a Vulcan. You can't force emotion out of him.

Philana: You must be joking, Doctor.

McCoy: You'll destroy him.

Parmen: We can't let him die laughing, can we?

McCoy: (Watching as Spock starts to cry) I beg you! (Plato’s Stepchildren)

The episode “Amok Time” also demonstrates McCoy’s perceptiveness of Spock and Spock’s true feelings of friendship towards McCoy. McCoy is in fact the first person to notice that something is wrong with Spock:

McCoy: Oh, captain. Got a minute? It's Spock. Have you noticed anything strange about him?

Kirk: No, nothing in particular. Why ?

McCoy: Well, it's nothing I can pinpoint without an examination, but he's become increasingly restive. If he were not a Vulcan, I'd almost say nervous. And for another thing, he's avoiding food. I checked and he hasn't eaten at all in three days.

Kirk: That just sounds like Mister Spock in one of his contemplative phases.

Kirk doesn’t notice anything wrong with Spock, and initially dismisses McCoy’s concern, but McCoy immediately picked up on Spock’s mental turmoil. Despite his cantankerousness, McCoy not only cares about Spock but goes out of his way to look out for his mental state. Part of it might be because he’s his doctor, but how many doctors go so far as to monitor someone’s eating habits because they notice that person’s suddenly being fidgety? On Spock’s end, when it comes time for him to beam down to Vulcan to complete his marriage ceremony, he specifically asks for McCoy to be there:

Spock: By tradition, the male is accompanied by his closest friends.

Kirk: Thank you, Mister Spock.

Spock: I also request McCoy accompany me.

McCoy: I shall be honoured, sir.

One episode I find extremely fascinating in terms of McCoy/Spock moments is “Mirror, Mirror.” In this famous episode, half of the Enterprise crew get transported into an alternate universe dubbed The Mirror Verse, in which evil versions of the characters exist and terrorize space as a fearsome military force. McCoy is part of the team that gets transported in the Mirror Verse, while Spock stays in their regular universe. Mirror Spock immediately realizes that half of the crew, including Kirk and McCoy, are acting strangely. When he corners Kirk to question him, he does so by threatening McCoy: “I shall not waste time with you. You’re too inflexible, too disciplined, once you’ve made up your mind. But Doctor McCoy has a plenitude of human weaknesses, sentimental, soft. You may not tell me what I want to know, but he will.” This Spock seems to have a intimate knowledge of McCoy’s mind. When the party decides to attack Mirror Spock, he fights all of them except for Uhura and McCoy, who he simply pushes out of harm’s way.

When Mirror Spock gets hurt as the crew is trying to escape back to their own universe, McCoy is suddenly unable to leave his side. Kirk allows him to stay to nurse Spock back to health, and McCoy risks almost staying in the Mirror Verse forever for him. When Mirror Spock awakes, he backs McCoy into a wall and initiates a forced mind meld onto the doctor. The next scene has Mirror Spock holding a disoriented McCoy up and bringing him back to his crew; he now understands what is happening and he wants his regular crew back, and thus he allows Kirk and company to make the switch back to their own universe.

Other Star Trek properties have gone more in depth on how a forced mind meld can be extremely traumatizing on the person receiving it. Star Trek: Enterprise has an entire story arc dedicated to the Vulcan T’Pol trying to heal from a forced mind meld. Unfortunately, because the nature of TOS episodes were episodic, we never got the chance to explore the emotional fallout of McCoy’s forced mind meld and how that might have affected his relationship with Spock. The franchise also never went in depth on Mirror McCoy outside of what Mirror Spock speaks of him, since Mirror McCoy died of xenopolycythemia in 2269.

Closing the list of evidence of Spock and McCoy’s affections towards each other are the Star Trek movies “The Wrath of Khan” and “The Search for Spock.” Towards the end of Wrath of Khan, Spock sacrifices himself to save The Enterprise in one of the franchises most heart-wrenching scenes. Moments before his sacrifice, he knocks McCoy unconscious, touches his face and whispers “remember.” What happened in this scene was that Spock, knowing he was about to die, transferred his Katra to McCoy. The katra being the Vulcan equivalent of a soul. This speaks to the amount of trust that Spock has in McCoy. For someone who keeps most of his emotions under a tight lid, it’s a huge gesture to entrust another with the essence of their entire being. The next movie, The Search for Spock, is a journey as the Enterprise crew fight to return to Vulcan so they can reunite Spock with his body. When they finally arrive, the Vulcans warn McCoy that the process is extremely dangerous and could even result in his death. McCoy calmly replies that he “chooses the danger.” He cannot fathom living his life without Spock.

McCoy: (Speaking to Spock) I'm going to tell you something that I... I never thought I'd hear myself say...But it seems I've missed you. I don't know if I could stand to lose you again.

So in conclusion, Spock and McCoy have a rich and complex relationship that is much more than simply just “they dislike each other because they bicker a lot.” Their bickering is more akin to that of an old married couple. There are plenty of examples not even included in this post of how deeply they care for each other. Despite their ideological differences, they balance each other out quite nicely. McCoy is finely attuned to Spock’s emotions, arguably better than anyone else on the ship. Spock in turn is protective and gentle with McCoy. Once you stop looking at their interactions solely on the surface level, you’ll be able to see the tenderness and years of love and friendship between them. This is why I think Spock/McCoy is one of the most underrated and misunderstood relationships of TOS. Don’t let the constant arguing fool you into believing these two dummies don’t adore each other.

Shout-out to Tempest for their extremely lengthy ship manifesto on Spones called “Spiced Peaches,” which goes even more in depth on why Spones is a great couple. Using their manifesto as a reference was key to remembering Spock/McCoy moments. Also shout-out to the site chakoteya for having full transcripts of TOS episodes, so I could easily find quotes for this. If you’ve come this far, thanks for reading!

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childhood secrets ~ hannibal lecter;hannibal

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request?: yes!

shady80smusicsingercolor “Hey! Can i request something

Hannibal l x reader

The reader kept her childhood a secret from everyone,until she was watching news about a teen getting bullied,she remembers her childhood and just cries.Hannibal notices and goes run up to her,ask what's wrong.She explain what happen,that her childhood friends used make fun of her,or calling her weirdo.Hannibal comforts her

Hope is okay❤”

description: after hearing the story of a teenager’s tragic passing, unwanted memories are brought back to her

pairing: hannibal lecter x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of suicide and suicidal thoughts, mentions of bullying

masterlist

“Did you hear about the Thompson girl?” Zeller asked as we examined some DNA for a case.

“Who’s the Thompson girl, first and foremost?” I asked.

“She was friends with Abigail Hobbs when she was sent to that psychiatric facility,” Price explained. “They were room neighbors I think.”

“Oh! That Hannah girl! What happened to her?”

“Her parents found her dead in her room. Suicide.”

I was so shocked at the response that I dropped the tool in my hand. Both of them looked at me for a moment as I just looked down at my hands. I was trying to calm the growing PTSD rising in me.

“The poor thing,” I finally managed to say.

“Yeah,” Price said. “I think she was in the facility because of mental illness. Her parents put her in there after her first attempt.”

Zeller shook his head. “Poor thing. They shouldn’t have let her check out so soon. (Y/N), are you okay?”

I was still staring down at my hands. They were shaking and it was getting hard to breathe. I could barley register the fact that Zeller had asked me something. They were both looking at me, expectantly.

“What? Yes, I’m fine,” I responded. “I gotta get some fresh air.”

I threw my coat and gloves on a nearby table and quickly raced for the exit. I had to wait for the elevator to take me to the ground floor, but the wait was antagonizing. My chest and throat felt tight, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

When the elevator door opened, I was faced with Jack Crawford, Will Graham, and Hannibal Lecter.

“(Y/N),” Crawford said. “Are you okay?”

I couldn’t respond this time. I had to get out, I had to be away from there.

The breathe of fresh air in my lungs was just what I needed, but I was still feeling panicked. Flashbacks were running through my head, things I had repressed for all those years coming back all at once, hitting me like a freight train. I sat down on the sidewalk, trying to calm my breathing enough to go back inside.

“Miss. (Y/L/N)?”

I looked up to see Hannibal stood behind me.

“I’m fine, Dr. Lecter,” I told him. “You don’t have to check on me.”

“You’re very obviously not okay. You’re breathing is abnormal and you look as though you’ve been crying.”

I felt my cheek and was shocked to find that Hannibal was right, I had been crying. I hadn’t even realized it before.

“I’m fine,” I repeated, but the crack in my voice gave me away.

Hannibal sat next to me. I tried not to let him see my face, but I knew there was no turning back now. He had seen me in the elevator, he saw how unhappy I was at that moment. Any other person would just think I was overwhelmed from work, or maybe one of our discoveries had upset me, but Hannibal was a talented psychiatrist. He probably already knew what was wrong with me.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

I chuckled. “How often does that one work?”

“Enough times to keep me employed.”

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. “Zeller and Price were telling me about a girl that used to be friends with Abigail, Hannah Thompson. She...she...”

“I know,” Hannibal finished for me, luckily. Just thinking about having to finish that sentence made my throat tight again. “I wasn’t aware you knew her so well.”

“I didn’t, but I know...the feeling. Like you’re trapped in your own mind and there’s only one way out of it.”

Hannibal was looking at me, waiting for me to continue but not pushing me to go any further than I felt comfortable with. I wouldn’t have to go any further with my explanation if I didn’t want to, I knew he wouldn’t force me. We could’ve dropped it right then and there.

But my mouth moved before my mind could comprehend what I was sating, “I was the weird girl in school. While other girls wanted to be princesses or astronauts, I wanted to be a forensic scientist. I always had a fascination with crime and forensics and such. At first, I was just an outcast with no friends, until a group of girls took me in and added me to their group in high school. They weren’t super popular girls, but they also weren’t my level of outcast or anything, so, understandably, I was excited.”

“I’d assume it wasn’t as ideal of a situation as you were led to believe.”

I shook my head, tears forming in my eyes again. “They only befriended me so I could be their verbal punching bag. It started mild at first, just some friendly jokes that I could throw back at them. Then they started calling me the weird girl, the freak who liked death and murder. They’d make fun of me for reading stuff about unsolved murders, or even just murder mystery novels. They told me I’d probably grow up to be one of the unfound murderers in those stories. They put me down at every chance they got, but they were the only friends I had so I just...I dealt with it. I even gave up the opportunity to shadow at a police department during my senior year because I was afraid of them making fun of me more.”

“What was the tipping point?” Hannibal asked. “Obviously they are no longer around. I assume either you got rid of them or...they left themselves.”

“A bit of both really,” I responded. “One day, their bullying just got too much for me. My parents never liked the group, so I felt like I couldn’t go to them because they’d just tell me ‘I told you so’ - not because that’s how my parents are but because that was my irrational fear - and the teachers and guidance councilors and principals at school were garbage. They did nothing unless they actually witnessed the bullying first hand, and even then it was always a slap on the wrist punishment. So, I thought...I thought I only had one way out.”

I was still half conscious when my parents found me. My mother’s screams were permanently etched in my head, her sobs breaking through the otherwise muffled sounds I was hearing. Even when I blacked out, all I could hear in my head was my mother.

“They sent me to the same hospital Abigail was in,” I continued, skipping over the nasty parts that I couldn’t bare to relive. “My parents said I needed actual, medical help, that they couldn’t ignore my mental health issues anymore. I was there for months. I met people just like me, people who understood what I was going through. I made friends with a lot of them, and they’re all still in my life right now. My high school friend group came to visit me at one point. They seemed genuine enough with their apologies, saying they didn’t realize how much I took their words to heart and how they didn’t know how dark of a place I was in mentally. I don’t know how true any of that was, but they put on a good act. When they finished their groveling, I told them to go fuck themselves and to never contact me again. They were...offended, to say the least. Apparently they spread rumors about me at school, but I finished my senior year at a different school so it didn’t really matter to me. Went off to do forensic science in college and...here I am.”

For a moment, a look of pride passed over Hannibal’s face, as if the end of my story made him feel proud for me. I guess it made me feel proud, too, but sometimes I kicked myself for sticking around with that toxic friend group for far too long.

“I’ve never told anyone that,” I admitted. “Not anyone who didn’t know me at the time, anyways. I tried to keep it repressed, but hearing about Hannah Thompson...it brought all those memories back for me. Maybe I’m not over it like I think I am.”

“Mental trauma when your brain is still developing is not something one can easily get over,” Hannibal said. “It takes years, and even then those painful memories could follow you to your grave.”

I winced at the thought of having to battle with those memories until the day I died. Part of me was still worried that they would be the reason I would eventually die.

“But it is important to know that your old friend group was wrong,” he continued. “There is nothing wrong with being interested in something that the masses aren’t interested in. I’d argue that being interested in murder and police work is much better than wanting to grow up and be a princess or an astronaut. Your job helps the police to find serial killers and to save innocent people from being their victims. There’s nothing weird about that, not in my eyes.”

I smiled. “Thank you, Dr. Lecter. I think I just needed to hear that when I was younger and...no one really said it to me before.”

“I’m saying it now,” he said. “If you ever feel overcome with those memories again, please do not hesitate to call me. A beautiful and brilliant mind such as yourself should not be worrying over what irrelevant people have to say about you.”

I felt myself blush, but I wasn’t sure if it was from the reassurance Hannibal was giving me, or if it was from the compliment.

“I want to sit out here for a little while longer,” I told him. “I still need some air, and to come down from what happened back there. You don’t have to wait for me.”

“I don’t have to, but I will,” he decided. “I want to make sure you’re okay before I join my collegues again.”

I smiled at him again. I definitely wasn’t about to fight him on staying there with me. Quite the opposite, actually. If there was anyone I wanted with me in that moment, it was Hannibal.

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 4 years

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Humans are Weird, “A Preoccupation with Death.”

Hope you enjoy :)

Analysis By Dr. Krill MD

Humanity’s preoccupation with death has always fascinated me: I say fascinated because to say that it disturbs me would be rather unscientific, and I have been attempting to reign in my anger… I have had some… complaints over the last year about the unprofessionalism of my previous papers. The GA community does not appreciate, and I quote, “Excessive swearing, and screaming” in virtual reports, so today I will attempt to be calm and relaxed as I explain to you, common human traditions based around death.

Now you must understand, from my perspective these practices are quite bizarre. Vrull have no rituals associated with death. The Vrull are disposed of and their bodies are incinerated. The ash is then disposed with by mixing into the soil to produce needed plants on the planet surface. There are no other options, and no other arrangements are made.

However, I am told that funeral rights with humans are, often, more to do with what the living need than what the deceased do. However, there are some funeral rights believed to be required in certain human cultures, so that rule does not always hold completely true.

I will begin from the moment of death.

Unlike the Vrull humans do not know their exact time of death. Granted this is not because the Vrull have a set clocking system in their bodies which sets the time in which we die, but because our society sets forth a time of our usefulness. No one knows how long a Vrull can feasibly live because no one has tried it before. I myself might plan on finding out, as I have no intention of returning for my scheduled termination, which is already a year overdue.

Humans, like most other species die in several different ways, accidents, sickness, or the sudden failure of the body due to old age, the final one generally happening peacefully and in their sleep.

However this is where humans tend to diverge from their inhuman counterparts, in that they are very social creatures, the death of a human is usually witnessed by multiple family members and friends, in the case of sickness, and is mourned many weeks after because the death of someone in your social circle changes that circle forever. Social bonds are cut and entire social lives are upended. Humans bond so heavily with each other that the loss of one of their own can lead to mental and emotional trauma extreme enough to require medication and hospitalization.

Humans plan their deaths months to years in advance. In certain instances, their jobs force them to plan their death in advance in case something were to happen. Decisions need to be made about who owns their property, where it goes, what happens to their dwellings, and how the surviving members of their family will be supported. Sometimes they plan this due to terminal illness which they knew will lead to their deaths, otherwise they might just do it out of precaution.

There are many different ways of disposing of a corpse. First of all, you must determine if any of the human parts are recyclable: this being the very morbid idea of taking someone else’s organs and giving them to another person. Now with the advancement of this technology, organ transplants from donors is not as common as it once was seeing as they can now 3D print organs. However, this method is not time effective and is very costly, in some cases leaving the harvesting of deceased human organs to be the only viable option.

Yes, they take organs from dead people… the doctor and surgeon in me admires that thought process, but the thinking breathing creature inside of me recoils heavily at the idea.

Assuming that no one requires your organs, or if you have especially requested for your organ not to be used than there are other questions that need to be addressed. There are humans who have jobs especially in the business of taking care of dead bodies. They are generally moved in special containers and placed in refrigerated units to slow decomposition while the relatives determine what they want to do with the body.

In certain cases, where the death is suspicious, as related to murder, there are, in fact, humans who specilize in determining the cause and time of death based on the decomposition rate of a body and the stiffness of the flesh itself. This is a semi-common practice across the galaxy, and I myself have performed one or two autopsies since my professional career began though they are far more common for humans.

I find that the most humane method of human enterrement, and the one that makes most sense to me as a Vrull is the idea of cremation. The body is taken and placed in a furnace that is then heated enough to turn the body to ash leaving only bone fragments and the occasional mineral deposit. The ash may then be given to the family members or disposed of accordingly. Some humans find it comforting to keep the remains in some sort of container.... A fact which I find morbid but, we have proven in abundance that I find much of what humanity does, rather morbid.

It is only going to get worse.

The other method of disposal, popular through human history, however made someone obscure in recent centuries due to the proliferation of human burial sites…. The common north american and European Burial and funeral rights went as follows. After death, and freezing in the morgue, a special human with the job of mortician is called in to prepared the body for burial…. This is where it gets very morbid.

The body is drained of all of its fluids and then pumped full of preservatives to slow down the process of decomposition. The faces are then painted with makeup to give the corpse the appearance of sleep rather than death. The body is dressed in fine clothing and placed inside a coffin or casket: these in themselves can cost thousands of dollars as the family members decide what materials the box should be made out of and lined with, precious metals, woods like oak or steel, and the inside lined in velvet satin or silk. The body is placed inside with the person dressed in a finely tailored suit before a hearse: a special vehicle designed to carry caskets is brought to the place of mourning, generally a curch or a funeral home.

Many times the body is then put through a “viewing”.... It sounds just as bad as I make it seem, when the humans come in…. In large groups…. To stare at their dead relative. Just…. Stare at their rotting corpse before it is hauled away and lowered into an six foot hole in the earth. A decorative rock is then place on top of that inscribed with the deceased’s name so that everyone knows where to find their moldering corpse….

….

I am told this provides a lot of closure for family members, though I have yet to understand why staring at a painted corpse would be helpful.’

Unfortunately, with humans, this isn't the most gruesome method they have of corpse disposal, nor the most involved

You may also chose to donate your body to science…

They might hand your bod over to a medical school, where aspiring doctors will, in groups, dissect your corpse slowly over an intervening few weeks or months. It is… gruesome, but a necessary part of the learning process. Your skeleton might even be recycled for use as a tool to demonstrate the skeletal structure to those very same students.

Perhaps your body will end up in a museum, where they will encase your nervous system in plaster and place it on a wall for school children and visiting day travelers to view.

Perhaps you might donate your body to…. A body farm. A palace where scientists will toss your corpse out into different elements to observe the rate and change of decomposition based on different dump sites. They will examine the decomposition, the moisture loss, and the bugs which take to eating your body. This research will then be used to determine the cause o death for other corpses disposed of by murderers or in similar fashion.

It is gruesome, but I suppose…. It is useful for scientific efforts.

These aren't the only methods of body disposal.

Bodies have been tied to the top of large towers

Thrown into the woods to be eaten by animals

Dumped into pits.

And in a couple of cases, launched into the vacuum of space.

Different rituals require family members to spend more or less time with the body, to wrap it in special cloth, or to anoint it with certain oils.

The Egyptians were widely known for their complex and involved enterrement rituals commonly known as mummification.

The body was first embalmed

The brain was removed

The organs removed and placed in specialized canopic jars

The body was then dried

Then wrapped which continued to help in the drying process

Then the body was finally entered, and due to the sandy heat of the desert, the body was often preserved to a great and surprising degree. Egyptians believed that those things you had in life would come with you after death, and so egyptian rulers were entered with great riches and inside grand palaces

Then of course there is the last ritual which I learned about just recently.

Certain tribal societies will….. Eat…. their dead….

They will eat them….

As in the entire village will get together and consume the corpse in a feast, believing that without this they cannot enter the afterlife.

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I am going to draft a proposal to the GASC that screaming and profanities should be considered scientifically appropriate when in regards to humans

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New relationship. First time messing around with Mikey. Heavy petting. He finds out she has her nipples pierced. “I didn’t know your nipples were so sensitive”.

You had me at heavy petting with Mikey. So let’s get it!

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

Mikey had quickly found out the joys of relationship first’s. They were possibly his favorite little thing.

Finding a great girl like you to want to be with him? Truly the greatest historical event to ever happen.

Having said girl want to kiss him on the daily because she was equally as into him as he was with her? Modern science wishes it could.

The first time you reached for his hand he was convinced that he would pass out but through sheer will to keep wanting to touch you he had soldiered on and led you through the darkened tunnels into the safety of the Lair.

Don’t even get him started on the first kiss, that had nearly sent him into cardiac arrest. Kissing by far was absolutely one of the most underrated things in this world. Sure Mikey wanted that next step but that could wait until you were both ready and with previous discussion no less. Just because you had more experience didn’t mean the jitters didn’t hit.

First time jitters were also something Mikey liked. The nervousness could make his stomach do cartwheels but that little roller coaster like drop he experienced when you approached him, kiss him, touched him...

Well he was hooked.

So naturally he was currently in one of those fast approaching drops when you had invited him over, to your place, alone. Just you and him. He almost broke out in a sweat when you led him to your bedroom, even if you asked if some video games and music should be played or listened to. True to form he knew his nervous jitters would make his gaming complete crap so he opted for the music option. The two of you liked swapping music, enjoying the opposites as much the similarities.

Then of course, at some point he remembers you leaning in just for a quick peck. You had kissed him with every intention to linger though, scooting closer to him as he sat cross legged opposite you. Mikey’s mile a minute mind ran over so many things as often it did when the two of you kissed. The softness of your lips, the taste of your mouth, if he was kissing back well enough or too much. Each thought halted when he felt you straddle his lap, hands resting on the steel plates of his chest. The feel of you so close, fingertips playing with his chain, kiss deepening.

Cardiac arrest indeed.

His heart hammered but only more when your hands explored his shoulders, massaged his arms. Okay you were definitely feeling up his biceps, squeezing the muscle till you moaned softly into his mouth. Mikey gently took your bottom lip between his teeth, he wanted that little sound on replay in his brain until the day he was put to rest.

Kiss swollen lips moved to the scar on his chin, light pecks across his cheek. “Help me out of my jacket?” You asked somewhat shy, more so excited. Mikey’s soft blue eyes widened, he licked his lips and gathered his bearings.

Gently he found the hem of your hoodie and pushed it up, ever cautious to not accidentally take your shirt along the way. He casted it aside and let his hands rest of your waist, eyes rolling over every detail of you. Simply fascinated with you, that’s how you could describe him right now. You placed your hands against his plastron, index finger mapping the lines there, his color was beautiful. “You can touch me more” You said bashful at your sudden bold request. Mikey swallowed but smiled, leaning in to kiss your collarbone then shoulder to shoulder.

“Can I..?” He motioned to lay you down, you nodded holding onto him as he maneuvered the two of you properly on the bed. He hovered, once again enticed by his dangling chain you twisted it around your fingers. That alone had Mikey in shambles, he dove in and kissed your neck. He tested the limits, gently pressing his teeth to a spot on your neck, when he sucked in the flesh your hips moved upwards and a lengthy sigh escaped you. Well that was surely a positive reaction, he repeated the same action somewhat lower, closer to your collarbone. In that instant you did moan causing Mikey to rest his forehead against your shoulder. How was he supposed to survive this?

“More?” He asked, voice a little wobbly. You bit your bottom lip pushing up your chest towards him. It was somewhat of a power trip having this strong terrapin a mess just with one movement. “More” You responded, and with that you figured it was fine to kill him a little more.

So you wiggled your top off and settled there again with nothing but a bralette. Mikey’s throat constricted, he felt your hands on the back of his head scratching.

“You’re seriously aiming for murder” His breath ghosted across where your nipple should be, the sensation making you shiver.

“And you’re seriously really good at kissing” You smiled sincerely and he swore he would melt there on top of you.

With more bravery he wasn’t aware he could muster, he let one of his hands linger as the swell of your breast. His thumb hovered where it so badly wanted to touch. Your legs spread just a little more to accommodate him being half on top (he didn’t dare rest his full weight on you), that only made Mikey bite down on his lip.

The pad of his thumb circled the perked nipple that lay beneath the soft lacey fabric. It was about then where he truly felt his brain crash. Mikey felt your perked bud but along that insanely erotic sensation he felt two smaller beads on each opposite side. There more he circled though, there more it took every ounce of your restrain to not thrust up and wantonly.

“Take it... take it off please or...” The way you sought friction against his thigh, Mikey’s licked his lips and pulled down the fabric to see your breast, which god he had dreamt about on a near nightly basis. The literal cherry on top was the sudden surprise at the rings he saw pierced on each of them. His experimental touch led to him pressing his hand against the fleshy mound and squeezing, a string of curses escaping you.

“I didn’t know your nipples were so sensitive” He spoke with pure wonderment, hand cupping and squeezing them alternating with rubbing the sensitive pierced flesh. Sure Mikey had you pressed up against him plenty of times and he did notice that slight hitch or hiss in your breath but this explained it all. His transfixed gazed managed to pull away from your chest, your flushed cheeks and parted lips fully showcasing just how lustful you felt.

Mikey smirked.

With those baby blues of his fixed on you, he slowly descended his lips to your nipple and ever so gentle wrapped his lips around it. He tasted metal and your taste, at this point he couldn’t resist dropping down and pressing his erection against your thigh.

He lavished attention to your breast before reluctantly but still excitedly crossed over to your neglected breast.

There he found that specific breast was just a little more sensitive and when his mouth engulfed it you moaned out his name just as he rubbed his lower half against your thigh.

Tonight definitely would be filled with some major firsts.

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt michelangelo x female reader #michelangelo tmnt #tmnt michelangelo x reader #tmnt mikey #tmnt michelangelo #Michelangelo #Mikey #michelangelo x reader #mikey x reader #ns*w #ask #tmntspidergirl #smut prompt

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finalfantasyandnerdiness · 3 years

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Prompt from the discord server by @imlilyyfromff13: “I want to kiss you.”

Fandom: FFXIII (post!LR) Pairing: Hope/Light

A short one-shot about Lightning confronting Hope about becoming a self-destructive workaholic again.

For the eighth time in about the same number of minutes, Hope’s phone buzzed. He picked it up from the kitchen table, glanced at it, frowned, and then put it down again. Lightning sighed. Serah pursed her lips in annoyance. Sazh muttered something about kids and their addiction to anything with a touch screen. Fang and Vanille exchanged a look that probably carried a full conversation only they could understand. Snow kept shoveling pie into his mouth as if he hadn’t even noticed.

Months ago, right after they’d all arrived in the new world, Serah had declared that Sunday nights were family dinner nights. She’d decided that once a week, they would all gather at her and Snow’s house—and somehow, she’d managed to make it a mandatory thing. Some excuses were acceptable, like Noel and Yeul being abroad, but that was about as far as Serah’s leniency went. Sunday nights were family dinner nights. Period.

Lightning had always been a loner at heart, but even she found joy in these little gatherings. Everyone was so busy living their own lives nowadays that if they hadn’t all feared being hunted down by a passive-aggressive Serah, they probably wouldn’t have been able stay in touch like this—a thought of that scared Lightning more than she would ever admit. She finally had a family again, and she wanted to keep it. Even if it meant having weekly dinners in a kitchen that definitely wasn’t big enough for the entire gang.

The room wasn’t quite as crowded now as when Noel and Yeul was in town, but the seating arrangement was still far from comfortable. Lightning had to dodge Snow’s elbow every time the big buffoon reached for something, and her thigh was pressed flush against Hope.

It was fascinating, really, how the warmth of Hope’s leg could somehow be more distracting than the risk of getting elbowed in the face.

Hope’s phone buzzed.

“Could you please turn that off?” Serah asked. “The world won’t end just because you’re unavailable for an hour.”

“You’re giving the world way too much credit,” Hope muttered. He ran his fingers through his silver hair, a deep wrinkle forming between his eyebrows. The ever-growing concern in Lightning’s chest nagged at her. Hope’s eyes were surrounded by dark circles, and every time she saw him he seemed to have lost another pound or two.

When Hope had said that he wanted to work as a researcher again, she’d been happy for him. Of course he’d want to figure out how the science of the new world worked, and of course he’d want to help people find ways to make their new lives work in this unfamiliar environment. What she hadn’t realized was just how much everyone would come to rely on him. Everyone seemed to want a piece of his intellect and his lifetimes of experience. He was being torn apart right before her eyes, and there was nothing she could do about it. Every time she brought it up, he just brushed it off. They’d been partners once, but now, he wouldn’t let her in. He’d shut her out.

“Hope…” She glanced up at him. “The world isn’t your responsibility anymore, you know? Just because everyone wants your help doesn’t mean you have to be there for them constantly. You have to think about what you want, too.”

“I can’t have what I want.” There was a strange combination of heat and sorrow in his eyes when he met her gaze. “I don’t deserve it.”

Lightning fell silent as she tried to get her emotions under control. She sometimes wondered if Hope had any idea how frustratingly attractive he was, with his chiseled jawline, full lips, and ocean-green eyes that still gleamed with an understanding of the universe that no other human on the planet possessed.

She also sometimes wondered if he knew how he made her brain malfunction by simply looking at her.

It wasn’t his appearance that made her feel the way she did. Seeing him as an adult had only made the final puzzle piece of her conflicting emotions fall into place. And now, when she’d finally realized what their bond truly meant to her, he was shutting her out.

Hope’s phone buzzed.

Serah gave him a glare that could have slayed a behemoth. “That’s it, Hope, you’re turning—”

“It’s okay.” Hope gave the screen a final glance before standing up. “I’ve got to go. Thanks for the dinner, Serah. It was perfect, as always.”

“Hope…” Serah paused. After countless dinners ending the exact same way, they all knew that there was nothing they could do to make him stay.

Lightning watched him leave the kitchen, his narrow frame slimmer than ever, and just… reacted. This time it was her elbow that nearly connected with Snow’s face when she rushed after Hope. She caught up with him in the hallway as he was putting on his coat.

“Enough.” She placed herself between him and the door.

“What?”

“I said enough.”

They stared at each other. Hope’s face went from confusion to annoyance to melancholy in a matter of seconds.

“I really have to go, Light,” he said, giving her a humorless smile. “We can talk later.”

“There will never be a ‘later’, and you know it.” Lightning leaned back against the door, effectively blocking his only escape route. “We’re still partners, right? Or did that change when we arrived here?”

Hope blinked. “Of course we are. Nothing will ever change that.”

“Then, as your partner, I’m putting my foot down.” Lightning raised her chin and crossed her arms. “I’m not going to stand by and watch you tear yourself apart to keep the world afloat. Not again.” She swallowed hard. “Never again.”

“Light…” Hope slowly approached her until their bodies were only inches apart. Lightning’s heart began to race. She refused to look away, though. She was taking a stand, and she was not going to let her emotions get in the way of that.

“If you’re going to say you’re fine, then save it. I know you’re not. Have you looked at yourself lately? Can’t you see what this is doing to you?” A hint of desperation somehow found its way into her voice. “You’re putting the needs of others over your own, and I… I feel like I’m losing you again.”

“I’m sorry, Light. I never meant to… I’m sorry.” Hope looked down. “It’s just that everything’s a mess, and considering the part I played in all of this, I feel like it’s my responsibility to fix it.”

“It’s not. That responsibility lies on humanity as a whole now. You and I… We may have contributed to the destruction of the old world, but we also helped creating this.” Lightning nodded toward the kitchen, where their little mess of a family chatted and laughed together. “A new world. A blank page. We create our own fates now. I know it’s hard—trust me, I know it is—but we deserve a new start too. It’s time for all of us to start living the lives we want to live, and that includes you.” She gently stroked a wayward strand of hair from his forehead. “What do you want, Hope?”

“What I want?” He looked up at her, letting out a bitter sound that wasn’t quite a snort but not quite a laugh either. A shiver ran down her spine. He had that look in his eyes again, hot and sad and hungry. “I don’t think you want to know.”

“Try me.”

He hesitated. “There is one thing I want. More than anything.” He cupped her cheek in his hand, his gaze lowering until it landed on her lips. Another moment of hesitation passed.

“I want to kiss you.”

Lightning’s eyes widened. Her cheeks burned. Her heart pounded hard enough to drown out her thoughts—which thankfully wasn’t that much of a problem. In this situation, she didn’t need to think.

“Then kiss me.”

Hope’s lips crashed into hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his as her back slammed into the door. Her head spun, and all her repressed emotions sprung into life. This was what she’d been craving ever since she first saw him in the new world. This was how things were supposed to be. This was right.

Their kiss deepened. The rest of the world seemed to disappear. All she could focus on was him—his smell, his warmth, his hands in her hair, and his impossibly soft lips.

When he finally pulled back, an astonished smile played on his lips. Soon, he would most likely rush out the door as usual to once again fix whatever it was that someone had screwed up, but this time he’d at least gotten something he wanted for himself—something she’d been more than happy to give it to him. She wasn’t delusional enough to believe that a kiss would change his self-destructive behavior, but maybe, just maybe, it was a start.

“What about you?” he murmured, slightly out of breath. “What do you want, in this hypothetical utopia of yours?”

She smiled. That was probably the easiest question he could have possibly asked her.

“You.”

#hoperai #hopurai #ffxiii #mywritings #this one got very much out of hand

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