#one of the most common hair colours. on the planet

[kurouzus]

i wish you could be fat in more video games.

#specifically wishing my character in harvest moon a new beginning could look more like me #but i guess the bigger issue in this game is there is. there isnt. theres no dark brown hair #one of the most common hair colours. on the planet #theres a ''brown'' but its really more just. a dirty blonde. #but this game isover 10 years old complaining abt it now is kind of a moot point

[homunculus-argument]

I don't understand why people just flat-out refuse to accept "that's not how it works around here/that's not going to work around here" as a reason why something won't work. One would think that a cognitively average adult could theoretically wrap their head around the concept that different regions of the planet are different from each other, so I don't understand why people are outraged by someone implying that their own personal experiences aren't universal.

I'm from Finland. People here aren't just aggressively homogenously white, they're so homgenously blond that people here don't even consider dirty blond/dirt road grey to be "properly blonde". Like this is the most common hair colour and texture, by googling maantienharmaa (finnish for "dirt road grey", which is what the hair colour is commonly known as), these are pictures that pop up. And while I would not speak ill of anyone else's natural hair (mine being the same colour), I would like to point out that so many examples of it found online are the "before" picture of a "before and after" set or talking about how to dye it into something different.

And what I would also like to point out that every single one of these examples has straight hair. Like the leftmost picture is the waviest texture of all the examples I found. That is the most common hair colour and texture where I am from, plenty of people dye or curl their hair because this specific colour and texture is considered so common that it's downright rare to have hair that's something else. Including brown. And I know literally exactly one native finn who is a natural redhead. Nobody knows where my cousin got that colour.

But I digress, I wanted to talk about hair texture. Anyway, in aggressively homogenously sandy-brown-straight-hair Finland, I used to know one guy with really, actually, properly curly hair. Like 3a curly. He was mixed, and save for his hair texture he just happened to look pretty much just like his finnish mother and half-sister. I don't like using terms like "white-passing", but people were often genuinely surprised to hear that he wasn't entirely sure of all of his grandparents' ethnicities. What he got a a lot of unwanted attention for was the hair. Like if you had tried to go to him like "hey can I ask you a question, please don't be mad?" he could outright just answer with a deep sigh and "yeah, this is my natural hair" without needing to hear you say it. That was how rare and unusual his hair texture was.

So in conclusion, just because someone else somewhere else can be the whitest person alive and have natural 3a hair and has never had anyone question its texture in their life doesn't mean that I can just perm my hair to a 3a in Finland and cross my fingers that anyone would mistake it for my natural texture. People can actually have that as their honest to god natural hair texture and people still won't believe that it's your natural texture.

[ma-ri-yana]

Castaways

Ghoul Cooper Howard x Alien Reader

A/n: this one’s a bit of a long one. Probably the longest entry since it’s the intro. Cooper doesn’t have a big role in this chapter since it’s introductory buuuut I’m going to post the next two (? Not sure yet) chapters within the next few hours so you can see more of Cooper. This is more of an intro to the reader’s character and schtuff. I hope you guys like it. There may be some typos here and there so I’ll come back every so often to edit it lol. Pls lemme know what y’all think 😭🙏🏻

Edit: I forgot to mention this takes place roughly 30 years before the first season.

Rough summary: you are an alien that crashed landed on Earth while you were on your way to a different planet. Cooper runs into you while trying to catch/collect a bounty.

Chapters:

1 2 3 4 5

Nembaria. It was a tiny little planet, much like Earth. Rather, what Earth used to be. Nembaria was full of bodies—of water that reflected the colour green because of the planet’s atmosphere, of plants that reached different heights. Tall and lanky, short and stubby. A home of different species of animals.

The small planet orbits a different star. It does not reside in the same galaxy as Earth, but the next one over. Though the small planet contains many different life forms as Earth always had, its political landscape is not the same. At least, it’s not comparable to the one currently on Earth. There are three nations in Nembaria, separated from each other by vast oceans.

The planetary society as a whole is technologically advanced. Far more advanced than its neighbouring planets and definitely more advanced than planet Earth, pre and post war. While this is true, the Nembarians made sure to take great care of their ecological systems. They were also known for being a -mostly- pacifist society. Their military, in spite of the pacifism, was known to be able to hold its own. It had to, with all the interplanetary tourism and trading.

The planet was able to sustain a mostly peaceful atmosphere for centuries, having not involved itself in any conflicts, outside or inside the planet.

Despite this, the planet wasn’t perfect. The three nations still disagreed, but they refused to show the public they disagreed. Instead, they enacted policies that greatly contradicted each other and greatly affected the ones outside of political power. People with little money, no generational wealth and inheritances. People like you. Regardless of the troubles, it was home to you. It was where you slept, ate, socialised. It was where you planned to live your life.

Time is unforgiving. Change is inevitable. With time, everything changes. You had lived a mostly happy childhood, despite your family’s place in the world. The Lyri family was big. Your parents couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other and because of this, you had a total of six siblings. Four brothers and two sisters whom you adored. You were the eldest daughter, but not the eldest child. Even still, you acted like the oldest, most times. Making sure your siblings had everything they needed—as much as you could. You all looked fairly similar to one another, as family tends to. All having varying shades of purple hair, yours was closer to periwinkle; while the rest of your sibling’s hair alternated between lavender, periwinkle, and indigo like many of the people from that region. Your skin was rose pink, the same as the rest of the family’s, save for your father. His skin was tan from all of his outdoor labour, rouge pink would describe it better. You had lighter pink markings that swirled along your body and antennas, save for your face, that you were born with. That was also common for your people.

Though many in more privileged positions seemed to look down on you and those in your class, you were still able to excel in school. You and your older brother, Dimiil, took your schooling very seriously in hopes of transcending your status and, in turn, that of your loved ones. Your younger brother, Nikkand’r, the third child in line, wasn’t as driven but he was smarter than you two. It’s because of this, the three of you were able to graduate from your university with many accolades. This resulted in the three of you being recruited by the DOI (department of intelligence) in the military. You would go on to complete 3 months of general military training and 6 months of training for your specific “job”. Though the three nations in your planet remained separate from one another, they did share their military as Nembarians weren’t known for fighting amongst themselves. At least, not on a grand scale such as war. The military’s purpose was more for intergalactic defense.

The three of you weren’t separated from each other when you joined. Such a practise was actually considered barbaric and outdated. The military determined it was better not to separate family from each other, when possible, to reduce the stress and anxiety of the separation. They deemed forced splits to be counterproductive. That didn’t go to say that you couldn’t part ways if you wanted to take different jobs in different places; but forced partitioning was unlawful.

It had been four years since you officially finished their military training. You and Dimiil made it through with flying colours with Nikkand’r barely scraping by. Nikk was never really the disciplined type— but once he started to work in the field, he surpassed his brother and sister in his performance.

You still cared for your brothers the way you always had and often called home to keep in touch with the rest of your family via holographic projections. Aside from communicating with your loved ones at home, you also enjoyed playing and writing music. your ears were never deprived of music. And you never seemed to stop singing, much to your roommate’s chagrin. Your roommate seemed to give up on yelling at you to shut up not too long after you moved in and created a soundproof force field between you that she’d lower whenever she felt like talking to you. Which was rare.

Nik spent most of his free time playing games online with his friends on different planets on his GalaSphere. Dimiil mainly spent his time studying. It was never the same thing, just anything that seemed to pique his interest in that moment. He’d alter between listening to podcasts and watching VousTube videos.

In spite of you being in a militaristic environment with the intentions of defending your planet—it was very peaceful. Mostly because Nembarians didn’t really involve themselves in conflicts. They didn’t mediate, nor did they instigate. So when all the branches were summoned by their supreme leader, Maromik Fyndru, and told that they had gotten pulled into a conflict with Anthraxus, one could imagine all of their surprise. When asked why they were going to war, they were told that it wasn’t determined they were at war just yet, but some Anthraxans had killed innocent Nembarians. The supreme leader assured his soldiers that his first priority was ensuring that their peace would not be disrupted by war. He assured his soldiers that he was sending some diplomats to speak with the Anthraxans.

And while it was true, Maromik was striving for peace, it did not matter. Jorak Kannus, the Emperor of Anthraxus and the Anthraxan Empire, had other plans. His empire had been annexing many planets for years. They’d been expanding from solar system to solar system, galaxy to galaxy. Any planet that was deemed useful in their eyes was either given to them willingly by their primary population or taken by force.

Jorak wasn’t interested in peace. He was planning to do what he had been doing his whole life, what his father had done his whole life before that, and his grandfather before that. He was going to take Nembaria for his own. He was going to add it to his collection.

The reasoning behind it didn’t matter much to you, all you could be certain of was that your world was going to change.

After your supreme leader, Maromik, finished explaining the situation to the branches, he cleared his throat. “I am now going to read off a list of names. If you are called upon, I ask that you kindly follow Boraq to the Strat room…”

Your violet irises trailed over to Boraq, watching as he opened the door and made a gesture, signalling that he wanted those called upon to walk in. “Jenip’r Grenol, Johar Monolna…” Maromik listed off, his voice grew more and more distant in your ears as he read on. Your mind trailed off, racing with the possibilities of what could happen. What this potential invasion could mean. If the invasion would improve your general quality of life or turn your lives into a living hell.

“Y/n Lyri,” you heard Maromik call. You snapped back to reality and swallowed the spit that gathered in your mouth.

You felt Nikkand’r elbow you in your side, prompting you to suck your teeth and roll your eyes as you slowly made your way to where Boraq stood, your head and body turning to look back at your brothers. Boraq clicked his tongue to signal you to keep walking.

“Dimiil Lyri…”

Right on cue, Dimiil started his walk, following your trail. Once he’d caught up to you, he bent his knees a bit and leaned his head to the side to meet your ear and whisper. “Everything will be fine, nebby.” Nebby was the nickname he had for you, he’d named your nebbies. They were bugs that came out at night. Their lower thoraxes and antennae light up in the dark. You used to stay up to watch them every night.

“I’m not so sure about that…” You muttered, turning your violet eyes to the door as you watched your other brother speed in.

Nikkand’r nodded to you both and stood beside Dimiil whilst you all patiently waited for the side meeting to commence.

The three of you walked out of that meeting feeling a bit uneasy. You weren’t told much about the exact state of things but even with the very little information you had, you’d inferred that it couldn’t have been good. Of course things couldn’t have been going well. You wouldn’t have been pulled into a meeting and assigned to spy on the Anthraxan empire otherwise.

“When’s your appointment?” You asked them as the three of you sat in Dimiil’s room, devouring your bowl of noodles with beef. You stood up to serve yourself some more food as you listened for your brother's answers.

“Tomorrow at noon,” said Nikkand’r with his mouth full.

“Tomorrow at one,” said Dimiil, bringing another forkful of beef and noodles up to his mouth. “You?” He asked while he chewed.

In front of others, you ate more properly. Amongst yourselves, you ate like animals, most times.

“Tomorrow at eleven,” you groaned.

“Sweet, we’re an hour apart from each other,” Nik pointed out.

“Ah yes, one hour apart from each of us getting our heads split open,” You cheered sarcastically.

“Don’t be so optimistic,” Dimiil snorted. “It’s not like we’re gonna die or anything—“

“They’re splitting our skulls open—“

“It’s a surgery. Those happen all the time,” Nikkand’r failed to reassure you. “Plus, this is a standard procedure for people in our department and has been for ages. I’m surprised they waited till now, to be honest.”

“Look on the bright side, we’ll be able to download languages into our brains and become fluent in almost any language in a matter of milliseconds!” Dimiil couldn’t contain his excitement. You scoffed, he was such a nerd.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. “I’m not a fan of being cut into.”

“It kind of comes with the territory, sis. We’re in the military, we’re not always gonna be farting shooting stars or whatever the phrase is,” Nikkand’r sighed before digging right back into his bowl.

“We’ve been at peace for over two hundred years. Forgive me for thinking everything would be fine.”

“Things can always go tits up at any given moment—doesn’t matter how long you’ve been shooting the shit.”

“Dude, come on,” Dimiil complained, pointing to his food as if to say, ‘I’m eating, here.’

You cackled, temporarily forgetting about the stressors that ran through your mind. Those were tomorrow’s problems.

You forgot how quickly tomorrow would approach. When you’d laid your head down to sleep, you woke up as quickly as you had closed your eyes.

You groaned as you slowly sat up in your bed, the blue Nembarian sun having woken you up by beating down on your face from the open window. You looked down at your wrist watch, 7 AM, it practically screamed at you. You still had a bit of time to enjoy your morning before everything went to hell. With yet another groan, you climbed down from your loft bed, starting to get ready for this morning’s shenanigans. After dawning your indigo uniform with neon green linings, you stepped out of your dorm, making your way to the cafeteria. You had forgotten the instructions issued to you not to eat before your surgery until you had the food displayed right in front of you as you stood in line for breakfast. You cursed under your breath and sighed before putting the empty tray back and stomping off to your room. Your stomach rumbled. You were irritable.

8 AM, your watch reads, projecting the time holographically to make it bigger and easier to see. You were still nervous. you’d never had a surgery before. You’d never purposely been cut into and had some foreign object inserted into your body. The thought made you shiver. Whatever, you thought to yourself. I’ll just take a nap.

And that you did, but not before setting five different alarms, all five minutes apart starting at 9:50. As much as you hated the idea of getting that surgery, you understood you couldn’t afford to miss it.

9:50 came faster than you’d wanted it to, and once again, you made your way to the restroom to brush your teeth and fix your hair before you could stomp off to the medical wing of the base. As you sat down in the waiting room, reading a magazine, you felt your watch vibrate. Looking down at your wrist, you noticed Dimiil had messaged you.

Good luck with your appointment, Nebby. You’ll be fine. He had sent it in their group chat.

Almost as soon as the message was received, your watch vibrated again to indicate you had received another text.

If she’s gonna be fine, why are you wishing her luck?

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, putting your attention back on the magazine you had picked up. A few minutes later, you heard someone call your name from the metallic door frame. You put the magazine back in its place before standing up and walking through the doorway. “Good morning,” you said politely as you passed the assistant. The employee pointed you to another room, the room where you’d get your final check up before the surgery.

Your physician walked in after they’d administered all the final labs with the results, “looks like you’re good to go. You’re in mint condition, as usual.” He grabbed your hand, you resisted the urge to yank your arm back and recoil. You didn’t like it when he did that. It was nothing personal, really, you just liked your personal space. “You’re going to be fine. This is a standard procedure. We get lots of them done every day. Our surgeons can practically do it with their eyes closed—not that they would.”

Your nose lets out a sharp breath, the kind that comes out when you chuckle silently. “Okay, fine. I’m trusting you. But if I die, I’m haunting you.”

The doctor gave you a small smile before he stood up, “they’ll come retrieve you shortly, your anaesthetist, Wilcyn, is going to administer your anaesthesia first.” He informed you, opening the door to let Wilcyn in as he walked out

The surgery turned out well. And as medically advanced as the Nembarians were, it didn’t seem as if your recovery would take longer than three days.

After those three days were over, you had been pulled aside at work. Your Sergeant, Grover, informed you that your task would begin tomorrow and that you were expected to board your ship at 5am. He warned you not to be late.

And you weren't. As a matter of fact, you were an hour early, waiting by the closed space ship. You played music on your phone made of light particles that attached themselves together whenever you tapped your fingers together that you listened to via your wireless earbuds as you waited. You scrolled through your social media feeds, silently judging some of the things you saw your coworkers and friends post.

Half an hour later, your antennas perked up, sensing that someone was approaching and emitting a dim yellow light as a result. You looked around and noticed your brothers walking over.

“I can’t believe we’re going to be traveling through space.” Nikkand’r commented.

“Yeah, it’s like we’ve always dreamt,” Dimiil smiled.

“I don’t know ‘bout you two, but I never dreamt of doing it under these circumstances,” You scoffed.

Dimiil started, “it makes it all the more exciting—“

“Death is exciting to you?”

Your brothers exchanged a look, nodding to one another before turning their heads toward you. They spoke in unison, “yes. Yes it is.”

You facepalmed, your pink, fleshy antennas moving up and out of the way as you did so to avoid your hand’s wrath. The action left a faint red mark on your forehead.

“Good morning, hope you all had a good night’s—” the Sergeant stopped in his tracks once he saw your red face. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, why?” You questioned him, obviously confused by his unreasonable concern.

“Have you felt or noticed any symptoms other than redness?”

“What’re you talking about?”

“He thinks you’re having an allergic reaction to the medicine, ya dingus.” Nikkand’r explained, annoyance seeping through his tone at his sister’s supposed idiocy.

“She’s alright, she just hit yourself trying to kill a moskfly before it bit her,” Dimiil cut in. His explanation made you look like an imbecile.

The Sergeant sighed and looked up to the sky, “if this is the smartest team we can get, we’re doomed.” He muttered to himself.

Nik snorted, you elbowed him in the stomach. “So, uh… which planet are we heading to?” You asked in an attempt to bring the conversation back to its original course.

Sergeant Grover cleared his throat, “yes. You are going to Anthraxus itself—“ your jaws dropped, “—but you are expected to also visit a few different planets on the way. Most of which will be known allies of ours. Some otyours will be more… neutral in their position. The goal is to try and secure the relationship between us and these different planets. That alone may be enough to deter the Anthraxans from trying to invade us.”

“Or it could provoke them. They may see it as an act of retaliation—of aggression—“ Nikkand’r spoke.

“That’s not for us to decide,” Dimiil warned, placing a hand on his younger brother's shoulder. He looked down at him knowingly, his eyes screaming for him to shut up and take the job.

The young man gulped and apologised.

The Sergeant smiled politely, his eyes didn’t smile though. They remained cold and empty, giving the appearance of an animal baring its teeth to scare their predators. “I’ve sent a link of the necessary documents to your tablets. From there, you’ll be able to download said documents to your chips and view the necessary information, even without access to your devices. I also suggest downloading the different languages files as you pass through certain planets, even if you’re not planning to stop by them. You may have to make some extra stops depending on how fast you go through your food supply.” The Sergeant shot a look at you.

You pretended to be offended and gasped, “you’re really hurting my feelings here, Serg.”

“Have you all downloaded the documents into your chips yet?”

“Yep, just finished installing,” Dimiil informed.

“Perfect, open them up and scan through them once you’ve boarded the ship. If you’ve got any questions, feel free to reach out,” the ship’s door opened itself as he said this. A long set of stairs descending to the ground to meet them.

You gulped and shook your jitters away, taking the first step up with the rest closely following you, except for the Sergeant who had already begun walking back to the base.

“So, which one of us is flying this thing? Can I go first?” Nikkand’r asked, practically calling dibs on the pilot’s chair as he ran in.

You made sure everyone made it safely inside before pressing the button to bring the stairs back up and close the door. “Yeah yeah, go ahead, geek,” you heard Dimiil say as you turned back to look around the ship with your eyes, not bothering to move from your spot before you did. With your x-ray vision, you looked through the walls of the ship. Not that you needed to, you were safe in your home base, nothing could go wrong. But you just had this weird feeling that made you worried sick to your stomach. You felt as if something was going to go wrong. Your eyebrows furrowed when you noticed strange figures approaching from a distance.

Without hesitation, you pressed the invisibility button, not wanting to take a chance. “Hey, what’re you doing?” Nikkand’r complained. You shushed him and kept watching even still, noticing how the number of strangers seemed to multiply: all of them with weapons in their arms.

“Go,” you commanded, Nikkand’r groaned. “Go,” you said more sternly.

“Dude, at least let me admire her before I take her out for a joyride!”

“Go, go, go, gogogogo!”

“Will you calm down?”

“What’s going on?” Dimiil questioned, knowing it was not normal for you to be reacting like this. He knew that you had been nervous about the journey, but he still knew you well enough to know you were not one to panic this way.

“Look!” You directed, pointing to your eyes to emphasise he’d need to look past the steel walls of their aircraft.

He followed your directions, eyes widening at the sight. “You’ve gotta go. Now.”

The youngest one followed the eldest’s command, turning the engine of the craft on and starting to lift off. You and Dimiil continued to watch the scene play out as scores of aliens raided their base. As much as you wanted to know what was happening, you needed to get out of there and start your mission. All of your antennas emitted a blue light that looked purple because of the pink shades of their skin. It was clear that the threat of the Anthraxan invasion was much graver than they were told by their superiors. It was now clear that the threat had reached Nembaria. It had reached your home. The three youngsters sighed. You were all distraught. You thought you had more time, you thought you’d have a chance.

“Okay, let’s get movin’… The first planet on the list, Firulandis.” Dimiil read from the document in the chip that was inserted into his brain. His eyes glossed over with some kind of a white film. “After that, we have to head to Mattrinum.”

“Okay… that’s 26 light years north for Firulandis and then 180 light-years west for Mattrinum?” You clarified.

“Yes. You heard that, Nik?”

“Yep, I’m stepping on it,” Nikkand’r agreed, “sit down and hold onto your shit.” He commanded before pressing the button to fast-travel to their first target planet.

After days of traveling, speeding across the stars, you made it to the first destination of many. You were welcomed in with open arms. This was one of the ally planets. Nembaria traded frequently with Firulandis, their histories having been interwoven for over a millennia.

When you had left, you left with more food to take for their travels. More than enough to last you all until you could hit your third destination, at least.

“Ya know, I’ve always wanted to go backpacking through space,” Dimiil mused as he stared out one of the many giant windows surrounding the disc shaped spacecraft. “I know the circumstances aren’t… optimistic… but this is still kinda nice.”

“I wonder if Jaina is okay…” You mumbled.

“Ha, knowing her, she would’ve kicked all those Anthraxan asses for making too much damned noise,” Dimiil laughed. “Ah, man… she is really pretty…”

“I told you to shoot your shot,” You softly nudged him in the bicep. “She’s single and very sweet once you get past all the… meh.”

“I really hope it’s not too late…” he looked down at his bowl filled with food that vaguely resembled couscous and chicken. He stood up and walked over to their fridge and put his unfinished serving inside. He’d lost his appetite and decided he’d eat that for breakfast.

You put your hand on his shoulder, “I hope so too… If you made it, you’d better ask her out. You’d better not play chicken.”

“You’ve been watching those old Earth TV shows again, haven’t you?” Nikkand’r laughed, “you’re talking like them now.”

“And? You know, before they destroyed everything, they created some nice art. I like their music a lot.”

“I know, ever since you were a kid, you’d sing Ella Fitzgerald and Frank Sinatra songs like your life depended on it,” Dimiil chuckled.

“Don’t forget Celia Cruz,” Nikkand’r chimed in.

“Those Earth TV shows were the worst!”

“Hey! They’re actually really good if you take the time to watch them.” You answered defensively.

“Do they even watch them?” Said Nikk.

“They blew themselves to oblivion, so I doubt they do,” Dimi crossed his arms.

Silence befell them. You all thought the same horrible thing but didn’t dare to say it out loud. “Here, why don’t I play some music—not from Earth— that we can all enjoy, huh?” you proposed, standing up from the cushioned blue chair you sat in. “Morgana,” you called, activating the voice assistant in the aircraft before commanding the ai program to play some music. As the music started to play, you pulled your brothers up from their chairs by their arms.

“Gemmy, I’m flying here,” Nikkand’r groaned. Gemmy was the nickname he’d given you when he was little because he had trouble pronouncing Nebby for some reason.

“Put it on autopilot, Nikk,” You suggested, earning yet another groan from the youngest before he gave in and did as you instructed. He then let you pull him up to the center of the ship. You all danced together, temporarily forgetting your worries and troubles at home; feeling hopeful for the future even if it looked bleak at the moment.

You all danced until you started to feel sleepy. One by one, you and the boys gave in to your tiredness and moved to the sleeping quarters, letting the playlist you turned on ring as you drifted out of reality.

The Lyri family was awoken by several violent shakes and loud noises. “Are we getting fucking hit?” Nikkand’r jolted awake, running back to the pilot seat.

Dimiil was the next to run to his position with you following closely behind, bringing your blanket with you. Your rose fingers grabbed at the joysticks after wrapping your blanket around yourself to shield yourself from the cold as you aggressively and strategically thumbed the buttons to fight back against your attackers.

You sighed, once you noticed the insignia on one of the masses. “Anthraxans, they’ve caught us— turn on the invisibility gear.”

“I can’t, it’s jammed.”

“Nikki, do it now!” Dimiil yelled.

“Did you not hear me? I said it’s fucking jammed.”

Dimiil stood up and ran over to the dashboard, looking at the variety of buttons on display. You couldn’t say what exactly it was that Dimiil did to fix that issue because you were busy shooting lasers at their attackers and the wave of relief that waved over you when he did was also inexplicable.

“Now haul ass out of here, they can still kind of see us with their sensors, but if we get far enough, they might not find us.” Dimiil instructed him again. Earning a nod and a salute from the youngest.

You stopped shooting the laser cannons in their enemies’ direction as you all scurried off, not wanting to give away your location. You just prayed the forcefield wouldn’t be overpowered by them if they were able to keep a close enough distance. You sighed, moving your curly, periwinkle hair out of your pink face so your violet eyes could glare daggers at the two men. Your antennae glowing some sort of green colour. “So, is this the kind of backpacking through space you had in mind? Or were you looking forward to having more missiles directed at us?”

The year was 2263. The sun shone brightly in an irradiated man’s scarred face. The man’s eyes moved behind his eyelids before he slowly brought himself to open them, squinting for a few seconds as he let his eyes adjust to the sudden light. He groaned, sitting up in the desert dirt. He brought his knees up to his chest, his hand sat atop his knees, as he looked around at the barren orange landscape. Another day, another chem. He thought to himself. It was what seemed to motivate him to keep going—aside from the possibility of reuniting with his daughter.

The scarred man grabbed his hat that was sat next to him on the dirt, plopping it back on his head as he stood up and kept walking toward his destination. He hadn’t planned on sleeping there. Not initially anyway. But he was so tired, he couldn’t help himself. Luckily for him, there was no one around, at least not when he’d last checked, as he was so close to the place he’d been walking to that it didn’t seem to matter.

He grabbed his bag and took a look inside with a sigh. He was running low on chems again. “Yep. That’ll do it,” he groaned, forcing himself off the sandy ground. His bones ached, something he never got used to in spite of dealing with joint pains for over a century. It came with the territory. The chems helped with the pain. He debated with himself whether he’d stick the pain out until he got to the agency or if he’d just take some of his ‘medicine’ beforehand. He chose the latter; inhaling some the chems before he set off to the nearby settlement. A settlement he was very familiar with. It was home to the bounty agency he frequented.

“You look like hell, Ghoul,” the man working the agency greeted the scarred one.

“Got nothin’ new to say, I see.” The Ghoul glanced at the employee walking up to the bulletin board, “any new jobs for me?” He asked no one in particular, he didn’t need to be told when he could just look at the wall himself. There was a pretty new face on the wall. He chuckled, “y’all coloured this one?” He questioned as he looked at the girl on the paper with your e/c eyes. Elena Zakharova, it read. Long h/c , s/t, y/h, about 25 years old, travelling with four others. Wanted dead or alive. Bonus if she’s alive.

Wonder what kind of trouble she got herself into, he thought to himself. Squinting at the prize offered at the bottom of the page.

50,000 caps. Not bad, he thought to himself. Not bad at all. He grabbed the paper from the wall and folded it before putting it in his pocket. “See you in a few, butterball.” He tipped his cowboy hat at the employee as he walked back out into the desert sun. His eyes squinted while he stepped out as they readjusted to the bright light again.

Days went by, and it seemed as though you’d lost their adversaries—or rather, their adversaries had lost you. It wasn’t until you were halfway to the next planet that you’d been attacked yet again. You barely scraped by this time, but when you were attacked a third time, almost three quarters of the way to your destination, your space RV gave out. All it took was one last beating before the ship started to plummet into some random planet’s harsh atmosphere.

You held on tightly to the handles that stood on either side of your chair, already strapped into it. There was also a beyond noticeable change in pressure within the aircraft, as the regulator had been blasted by the foreign military. This resulted in your ears popping, your noses filling with stinging pains; unbearable migraines with vertigo and joint pains. You felt as though you were dying, and you could very well have been. The systems were going haywire, popping in and out use as you all descended at dangerous speeds toward this planetary surface. You couldn’t see whether you were going to plummet into the ground or into a body of whatever liquid this little planet contained because it was so dark. It must have been nighttime. You closed your eyes, not that it made much of a difference, it wasn’t like you could see where they were headed, but you prayed for the former, silently. Your eyes stayed closed the whole time, bracing for impact. “Please,” you heard Nikk cry, “don’t let me die a virgin! I haven’t even had the chance to tell Wandala I love her!”

“Activating emergency landing protocol,” you heard Morgana speak calmly through the chaos once you were 150 feet off from hitting the ground. Two clear parachutes particalised outside the aircraft, causing the now hunk of junk to spring back a bit in the air. It would have been a… smooth landing had the ship not landed in the forest and the parachutes had not gotten caught in the trees on their way down. “Caution, stuck. Caution, stuck. Caution, stuck.” Morgana repeated.

You groaned and stood up, your brothers huddled up to one another, clutching each other's hands. They looked up from the floor at each other and immediately scrambled apart. Dimiil coughed loudly, “glad to see you’re alive, brother.”

“Same to you, bro,” Nikkand’r cleared his throat.

You rolled your eyes as you carefully walked over to the dashboard and climbed on top, careful not to step on any of the buttons. You moved a latch down to open one of the various windows and climbed out and on top of the ship. You felt water droplets falling onto your face and head as you pulled out a handle and pressed a button on its side. A jagged blade materialised at the end of it. You blinked the water out of your lashes and used the blade to cut the strings of one of the parachutes, causing the aircraft to turn on its side. You held on to the ‘doorway’ tightly and impatiently waited for the machine to stop moving before carefully climbing over to the other side and repeating the same motions. The moment you finished cutting, there was a snap; the spaceship started falling toward the ground again, rocking side by side as it bounced between tree after tree on its way down. You didn’t have enough time to put the blade away. The knife cut through your indigo jumpsuit with neon green linings. In one of the jerking movements of the aircraft, you were dragged forward and impaled yourself in the gut as you descended. You winced in pain, careful not to stick your tongue in between your teeth.

The aircraft settled onto the muddy ground below with one final, violent drop. “This is just great,” you muttered to no one in particular as you fell back into the structure.

Dimiil saw your fall back in and your uncoordinated motions as you crawled toward one of the drawers within the cockpit. He ran over to quickly close the window and to grab the first aid kit for you and quickly patched you up. You moaned in pain as you sat up, Dimiil grabbed your hand to help pull you up. “Thanks,” you managed to say. He simply nodded.

Dimiil turned to Nikk. “We need to get out of here. Grab whatever you can.”

Nikkand’r nodded and immediately started packing some first aid kits and vacuum sealed food bags into his backpack. You sat for a few seconds as you collected your bearings and started to do the same.

Once you had all finished collecting some important items, you quietly made your way out, using your watch to turn you invisible beforehand.

You heard loud crunching and squishing noises approaching and hid behind the bushes for safety. The invisibility feature had recently gotten an update that had some bugs, ironically, that needed to be fixed–the main one being battery drainage, which would then leave them exposed once the watches shut off. They could only really be used for half an hour at a time, which in most cases was enough to get away from attackers. But you needed to find a way to wander the world for parts to help repair the spacecraft undetected.

It was as you watched five humans walk past you, three males and two females, that you realised where you were. You had landed on Earth. And those people had just discovered your spaceship. A feeling of dread overtook you. You were screwed. The place was known for being a savage and chaotic cesspit.

“What the fuck is this?” You heard one of the men say as he stared at it. He looked a bit rough. They all did. They all looked dirty, their clothes dirty and tattered as well.

“Who the fuck knows… Let’s check it out,” said another man in the party of thugs. His voice was gruff.

“Oh hell no, I’m not going in that thing,” said the third man. One of the women seemed to agree with him and stood by his side, nodding vigorously.

“Well, if y’all two are too chicken shit, you can stand watch outside. Let’s go check this thing out, baby,” the other woman spoke up. She had wavy h/c picked up in a ponytail. Her e/c eyes narrowed at the two scaredy cats as she spoke before lighting up at the end when she looked up to, who some would assume was, her partner.

“Sound like a deal?” Her partner said to the two that stood away from the group, grinning.

“Yeah, whatever,” said the third man as the rest of the group went inside, leaving him outside with the other woman, pacing around the perimeter of the ship with their guns at the ready.

More crunching and slushing noises approached, and a new stench came into the air with it. Your eyes widened. It was them. The Anthraxans that had followed and attacked you. They looked much like regular humans with very few defining features that set them apart from the other species. The most obvious were their stench and the shape of their ears, their sharp teeth and their eyes. Their eyes were wider than the average human’s and their eyes tended to be one colour out of three, black, white or red. They didn’t have pupils or irises. You swallowed your spit silently, watching them as they approached the spaceship. The moment the humans noticed them, they started shooting them, to no avail. Their skin was bulletproof. The bullets bounced off them like it was nothing. The soldiers grinned, amused by the human’s futile attempts at killing them.

Fear flooded the man’s face as one of the Anthraxans stepped closer, grabbing him by the neck. Another one stepped forward toward the woman, doing the same. Without much effort–just a tiny squeeze–they snapped the human’s necks and flung them through the ship’s entrance. The lights in and outside of the ship were still flickering on and off in spite of its battered state, making the scene more terrifying.

You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around yourself as if to soothe yourself before covering your ears. A choir of screams emerged from inside the ship as the Anthraxans slaughtered them all. The boys watched in horror, unable to pull their eyes away from the scene. It only took a minute. One minute for them to be killed off. One minute for the soldiers to walk out of the spacecraft unscratched and unbothered. The boys watched them walk off in the direction they’d originally come from, climb into their own undamaged ship and fly off. They let go of the breaths they didn’t quite realise they were holding.

Dimiil shook you, “they’re gone. It’s safe now.”

You opened your eyes and stood up, following your brothers back to the spaceship, walking slower than the two of them. “Walk faster,” Nikk grumbled as they climbed up the silver steps. Begrudgingly, you did as he commanded.

Still slower than the other two, you followed behind them, wincing once you saw the violence that had occurred in their humble aircraft. Your invisibility feature turned off once you entered the spaceship, the twenty minute timer you’d set had shut off the mechanism.

It was a massacre. Blood was plastered everywhere. Entrails decorated the place. Throats were slashed. The human’s bodies were displayed in unnatural positions with bones sticking out of their bloodied skin. The family couldn’t help but let their minds wander to what could’ve happened to their friends back at the base. You felt like crying but fought back your tears. Nikk gagged, swallowing back the acid and previously eaten food. Dimiil looked unphased. His antennae glowing red. You and Nikk felt a wave of calm rush through you. Dimiil had manipulated the physical effects your emotions had on your bodies. Slowing down your heart rates and calming your stomachs and bowel movements down.

You still had thoughts racing through your mind, but the physical uneasiness escaped you. You looked up to Dimiil and furrowed your brows, confused if you should be grateful or angry that he was controlling you in that way. You decided to choose the former for the sake of moving things along and getting out of the hellish spaceship as soon as possible. “Right, so…” you started, placing your hands at your hips. “We’re going to need a disguise… because this,” you paused and pointed to your antennas, “is going to give us away.” You ran your fingers through your hair.

“You can’t be serious,” Nikk crossed his arms, disgusted by your suggestion.

“It’s not like we’re going to be wearing their skin—“

“No, but pretending to be them isn’t any better.”

“Do you have any other ideas?”

Dimiil and You stared at Nikki as if they were expecting an actual answer from the man. He growled, “no.”

“Okay then…” You mumbled under your breath as you looked at the two women. You picked the one with y/c hair as you found her to be the prettier one of the two and completed a scan of the dead body by pointing your arm out in front of it. A green holographic light illuminated the cadaver, separating into multiple lines moving about vertically as it scanned her body. Once done, the watch chimed, prompting you to look back down at your wrist. Would you like to copy the body’s appearance in its current state?

You tapped one of the two options offered to you. No.

The watch then presented you with more options. Current age, infant, five years, thirteen years, seventeen years. You picked the current age. The watch presented some more options. Would you like to copy the body’s appearance before death in accordance with genetic information?

Yes.

Please insert a DNA sample! You bent down to pull out a piece of her hair and placed it on top of your watch so it could examine it. Thank you! DNA collected!

Hold out watch to finish the process! You did as you were instructed. The green lights came out again, doing one final scan of the body. Scanning complete! The body is now in your inventory! You sighed, going to your Home Screen on the watch to find the program that would change your appearance.

“This is horrible,” Nikk complained as he finished the copying process.

“Yeah, well. We signed up for this, dude,” Dimiil said, rolling his eyes.

“I didn’t.”

“You signed the dotted line, brother,” the eldest sighed as he started the process of morphing his body to match that of the specimen he selected. “At least we’re not skinning them and wearing their skins. That’s what they did centuries ago.”

That seemed to shut the youngest one up for the time being as you all morphed into three of the five humans you’d seen alive not even twenty minutes ago. You took the clothes off the dead woman’s back and changed into them. Blood, cuts and all. The two males judged you silently. “Well, if you wanna have everyone looking at you, feel free to keep the uniform on.”

They looked at each other before nodding and following your lead.

Once done, you all started to inspect the ship inside and out to perform some kind of diagnosis. You knew how the parts were destroyed, you experienced it, but you needed to know exactly what was damaged.

You spent a few minutes taking a look at everything that had taken a hit and noting down the materials and elements that made up the materials.

Nikk spoke up, “what happens if we don’t find what we need?”

“Then we’re out of luck,” Dimiil scoffed.

You glared at your older brother , “or, we find another way, you Debbie-downers.” You stood up from the dirty ground, patting the dirt that clung to your stolen pants off, swiping at your back side. “Well, let’s start looking for this shit.”

Nikk rolled his eyes, “do you even know where to look?”

“Nope, but neither do you. We’re not gonna get anything done if we stay put, asshole.”

“Let’s at least wait until daylight. Get a good night’s rest. We’re all tired and irritable,” Dim suggested. You all looked at each other silently, as if you were deliberating your options.

You were the first to agree, “I’ll clean up in there, I refuse to sleep with that mess.”

“I’ll help,” Nikk offered, it was his way of extending an olive branch without explicitly apologising.

You smiled softly, recognising his intentions, even if he didn’t outright say it.

It took you a bit, but you finally finished cleaning your station. Whilst everyone seemed to be able to sleep soundly, you couldn’t. Every time you seemed to drift into your slumber, you’d get pulled out by the hurtful thought that you wouldn’t be able to fix your mode of transportation. The aching thought that there would be no way for you to go home.

You shook your head as if that would shake the bad thoughts away. You needed to have faith that everything would turn out okay and that you would be able to save your home. You looked down at your watch and tapped the headset icon. The watch flashed a bright blue light, wireless earbuds materialised and you stuck them in your ear, hoping some music would soothe you enough to allow you a few hours of sleep.

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Voustube- basically YouTube lol

GalaSphere- basically an Xbox or PlayStation. The name is a play on the game cube

Y/h- your height

S/t- your skin tone

E/c- eye colour

H/c- hair colour

#cooper x reader #alien x ghoul #alien reader x ghoul cooper howard #cooper howard x reader #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul #fallout #fallout tv show #50s 60s alien aesthetic #alien reader #aliens and ufos #ghoul x female reader

[rorimoon9597]

Lance has always been obsessed with Keith's hair for some reason. He didn't know why at first, but as time went on, it became so clear that he wanted to run his hands though it and feel it on his fingers.

He made comments about it being an ugly mullet to hide that fact. It didn't work, especially not when he confessed to Keith before he left for the Blade.

What? He was going to lose the chance to say anything anyway! And he was so happy when Keith kissed him to shut him up and told Lance that his feelings were reciprocated, he felt as if he were on cloud nine.

Since coming back from his fight with Shiro's clone (who they're forever going to refer to as Kuro as in 'Operation Kurone'), Keith has experienced some changes.

For starters, his eyes were more purple. Before they'd been a grey colour with purple undertones, but now they were properly purple. Then his canines were sharper, practically fangs, and his eyes would sometimes change. When he was angry, his irises would become slits and the sclera of his eyes would become yellow. It was hot, in Lance's humble opinion (Pidge called him an alien fucker when he said that at first. Lance said that Keith's dad was the true alien fucker. Shiro sprayed the water he was drinking everywhere and choked when he said that).

The most noticeable change happened to Keith's hair though. The ends of it lightened, until they were purple. It looked so cool, and it connected Keith to Krolia more. His hair stayed black, but now when it gets out it was purple.

Keith... Didn't think the same way as everyone else.

"I feel like I'm losing my dad. I've only ever looked like my mom, and the one thing that has ever connected me to my dad was my hair." The team had stopped on a planet for a rest, and Keith and Lance had gone off together to hunt down some meat and gather fruit and vegetables.

Lance stopped and grabbed Keith's wrist, forcing him to stop and turn to face him.

"You're still connected to your dad, Keith. It's just not entirely in your appearance," he said. Keith frowned.

"What do you mean?" He asked. Lance hummed.

"You said that he'd go head first into danger, right?"

"Yeah..?"

"And that he was a hero?"

"Where are you going with this?"

"According to your mom, your dad was kind, and reckless, and a hero and someone she loved enough to leave to keep safe."

"Mom said that?" Keith asked, sounding surprised. Lance nodded. "Where are you going with this anyway?"

"Because those are some things that you have in common with your dad," Lance answered. Keith opened his mouth, then closed it.

"... You're right," he eventually said. Keith reached up to his hair and fiddled with a purple end. "That stuff... Does connect me to my dad..."

"I'm never wrong about people things," Lance said, confidently. Keith smiled down at him (that had happened during the two year time dilation that Keith and Krolia went through, and Lance found that he liked having to look up over looking down).

"You know more about people than I do," he agreed. He pressed a kiss to Lance's forehead. "Thank you."

"Anything for you," Lance said. He pressed a kiss to Keith's lips. "Now, let's go catch something that Hunk can make into a good meal."

"Alright."

They worked quickly, and made their way back to the campsite with food that all of them could eat. Hunk was quick to take care of the food, Krolia helping him while Romelle stayed by Allura's side.

Lance sat on a log, and Keith settled himself between his legs. Kosmo flopped down with them.

Lance ran his hands through Keith's hair, smiling as Keith joked with the others and treated Shiro and Romelle like Lance treated his siblings - by annoying the hell out of them out of love.

Lance leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of Keith's head.

"I love you," he whispered. Keith hummed, tilting his head to look up at him. There was a smile on his face reserved just for Lance.

"I love you too," he replied.

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Based off of this post I made

#voltron #vld #keith kogane #lance mcclain #takashi shirogane #princess allura #coran #hunk garrett #pidge holt #krolia #keith has purple in his hair #based off if a headcannon i have #i love purple haired keith #someone please draw this man with purple hair as described in this please #not forcing it but it'd be so cool #klance

[kirby-souljourney-au]

Morpho Knight!!! :D

Yay Mori!!!!!!!! It Marophim!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lesgo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fun fact: this form is actually a disguise. Mortal species aren’t meant to see Goddesses in their entirety, so Mori was told to disguise themself as something fitting. They chose to be a Butterfly, which are very common in Gamble Galaxy, for when they’re around others; when they’re alone, or only with Astrals or other Reapers, they look like this!

Their true form is far more Draconic. Big, bony wings, horns, clawed feet, and the like.

Trans bug info and hex codes under the cut! Trans bug trans bug

(Remember, ArtShield desaturates images put through it, so if you’re going to draw them, reference the listed hex codes!)

Full name: Marophim

Aliases: Morpho Knight, ‘Mori’

Species: Draconic Demigod

Planet of Origination: Concept Universe

Age: 20,890,968

Height: 7’0”

Gender: Biologically female; identifies as non-binary

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs

Sexuality: Queer, asexual

S/O: Empress (joyfriend), Mirror-World Ione/Dark Meta Knight (boyfriend), Mirror-World Galacta/Mirogala (partner)

Family: Yacho’o (mother), Yway (sister), Yakii (sister), Ophanim (sister)

One of Yacho’o’s children, tasked with reaping lost souls.

In a romantic polycule with Empress and the Mirror-World versions of Ione and Galacta, otherwise known as Dark and Mirogala (or Miro). Does not currently plan on having children with any of them.

Child of a Goddess, though not reaching Ykka levels of power, they were born and raised to be among the most powerful Grim Reapers in the Multiverse. They’ve been reaping souls for most of their life, starting at 200 years old.

A kind and usually quiet person. They’re incredibly hyper-empathetic, and capable of sensing a person’s emotions due to countless years of exposure to Souls. As such, they’re very good at comforting others, and are one of the most understanding people on Popstar, without exaggeration.

Has lived in many places across their long lifetime, but has settled in a few places; most recently, they decided to live in Dreamland to help in training and protecting the planet’s guardian, Kirby. They’re not meant to interact with the living very often, because of their status as both a Demigod and Grim Reaper, so they don’t have many friends, but they make do with what they have, and they’re grateful.

Their weapon of choice is the Doomblade Ares, forged by their mother Yacho’o specifically for the purpose of reaping Souls. They also use their natural Fire magic on occasion, but not very commonly.

Hex codes

Both:

#171717 — Hair base

#1A1A1A — Skin

#3A3735 — Scars

#FFB062 — Wings fade / Loincloth fade

#FB7332 — Hair fade / Antennae / Inner ears

#D42214 — Wings base / Loincloth base

#FFE2D5 — Pupils

#FFFFFF — Eye whites / Freckles

Casual:

#3A2B23 — String 1

#A00909 — String 2

#FF591D — Kimono 1 (pattern using same colour with Morpho Glitter brush, brush blend mode Add, twice on same layer with alpha lock)

#FF8B41 — Kimono 2

#FFB97D — Kimono 3 (pattern using same colour with Victorian brush, layer blend mode Colour Burn)

#FFE1C8 — Kimono 4 (undershirt??????? Idk)

Armoured:

#000000 — Helmet accents

#4E0303 — Dress

#DF6024 — Armour accents

#E57D35 — Armour 4

#EFAC4D — Hand guards

#EEA870 — Armour 3

#EEC894 — Armour 2

#CDC8C6 — Armour 1

Wings:

#D42214 — Base

#FFB062 — Fade (effect using same colour with Clouds brush, layer blend mode Add, layer opacity 75%)

#kirby series #kirby au #au #my au #k:sj au #kirby gijinka #gikabi #gijinka #morpho knight #kirby morpho knight #k:sj marophim / morpho knight #kirby art #kirby fanart #art #my art #digital art #reference sheet #k:sj characters #dreamland art exhibit #🦋🐛🏳️‍⚧️💥TRANS BUG ATTACK💥🏳️‍⚧️🐛🦋

[our-lord-satanas]

SANTA MUERTE

WHO IS SHE?

Santa Muerte, "Holy Death" in Spanish, is a deity of death and the Underworld. She is a figure of protection and guidance, helping people navigate through the trials and obstacles of life. She is often venerated as a saint, or even considered to be a Goddess, especially in Latin American and Hispanic cultures. Santa Muerte is a spiritual figure, and she has no direct connection to Christianity or any other mainstream religious tradition.

BASIC INFO:

Appearance: She is usually portrayed as a female skeletal figure in black robe or a woman in black cloak. In some depictions, she is also shown carrying a scythe. She is sometimes depicted as having long black hair and a skull-like face. She is also often shown with skeletons and skulls as decorations and symbolism.

Personality: Santa Muerte's personality is varied and complex. As a deity of death and the underworld, she is often seen as cryptic and mysterious, often holding a playful and humorous side. She is also often seen as powerful, protective, and caring, offering guidance and support to those in need. In some depictions, she is also seen as vengeful and destructive when crossed.

Symbols: scythe, globe, scales of justice, oil lamp, black cloak or robe, skulls, bones, hourglass, and candles

Goddess of: healing, protection, financial wellbeing, and the afterlife

Culture: Mexican

Plants and trees: fresh flowers, rosemary, apples, marigolds, palm trees, rosary pea, cacti, dandelion, and boneset

Crystals: amethyst, black tourmaline, moonstone, tigers eye, smoky quartz, and melanite

Animals: owl, dogs, cats, dove, crows, and snakes

Incense: Santería, copal, dragon’s blood, palo santo, sandalwood, camphor

Colours: red, white, black, blue, and green

Numbers: 7 and 13

Zodiac: Scorpio (not official)

Tarot: Death

Planets: Saturn and Pluto

Days: Saturday, Monday, Día de los Muertos (Day of the Dead), and Halloween

Parents: none known

Siblings: Magda

Partner: Mictlantecuhtli

Children: Los Negritos aka The Little Black Ones (not confirmed)

MISC:

• Scythe: one of the most common symbols associated with Santa Muerte, and it represents the final end of life and death itself.

• Crystal ball: used to communicate and make predictions in the presence of Santa Muerte.

• Coins: are often used in offerings to Santa Muerte as a form of payment and gratitude.

• Sugar skull: used in the celebrations of the Day of the Dead in Mexico. They are traditionally created as offerings to Santa Muerte, as well as to the souls of dead ancestors and loved ones.

• Skull: as a Goddess of death, her skull is often another symbol of her.

• Colours: play an important role in many rituals and prayers to Santa Muerte. Red, black, white, and pink are commonly used.

• Rose: often linked to the feminine energy and to love, and they are often used as offerings to Santa Muerte.

• Cross: another of her common symbols is the cross, which represents the bridge between the two worlds: life and death.

• Water: often used in rituals and offerings to Santa Muerte, as it is seen as a medium of communication and a bridge between worlds.

• Candles: also often used in rituals and offerings to Santa Muerte.

FACTS ABOUT SANTA MUERTE:

• She has no connection to Christianity or any other mainstream religious tradition.

• Santa Muerte has become more popular in recent years due to the rising interest in indigenous cultures and spiritualities.

• She is often venerated by those who seek protection, guidance, and spiritual freedom from societal restrictions.

• Santa Muerte is often given a gender and identity, but she is seen as beyond the realm of gender. Some cultures see her as the embodiment of death, but others see her as the feminine embodiment of life.

• Some believe that Santa Muerte possesses clairvoyant and clairaudient abilities, as she is often the subject of paranormal claims and stories.

• Santa Muerte is often depicted as being a protective and benevolent figure, but some also associate her with vengeance and destruction.

• She is often regarded as an intercessor and patron for those who are oppressed or marginalized.

HOW TO WORK WITH SANTA MUERTE:

One way to work with Santa Muerte is to devote time and effort to establishing a spiritual connection with her. This can include setting up an altar dedicated to her, lighting candles, offering prayers and songs of devotion, and giving offerings of flowers, food, alcohol, and other items that she may appreciate. It's important to make this altar a safe and welcoming environment where Santa Muerte feels respected and appreciated. Also, it's important to create a clear intent and intention when establishing a connection with Santa Muerte. It could be something like protection or guidance, and to be consistent in that desire.

PRAYER FOR SANTA MUERTE:

To begin, you can address her by name and say something like: 

"I call upon Santa Muerte, the Queen of the Underworld, the protectress of the dead. I ask for your guidance and presence in my life. I commit to building this connection more deeply and sincerely. I offer you these tokens of my devotion and respect. May I feel your presence and influence in my life. Hail Santa Muerte.”

WHAT ARE SIGNS THAT SANTA MUERTE WANTS ME TO WORK WITH HER?

If your request to work with Santa Muerte has been accepted, here are some signs that you can look for:

• See her symbols or imagery appearing in unexpected places.

• Have vivid dreams or visions about Santa Muerte.

• Feeling drawn or compelled to worship her.

• You feel an immense sense of peace and protection when praying to her.

• A sense of clarity and direction in life that you did not have before.

• You experience positive feelings and sensations when thinking about or focusing on Santa Muerte.

• A sudden interest in death and the Underworld.

• Experience synchronicities and coincidences relating to Santa Muerte.

• Unexpected signs or omens that point to her presence.

• Feeling a sense of protection or guidance when meditating on her symbols or imagery.

• You feel a deep resonance with her attributes and virtues.

If your request to work with Santa Muerte has not been accepted, you may notice the following signs:

• You feel a strong sense of disappointment or rejection when praying to her.

• Find yourself feeling disconnected or distance from her presence.

• Have difficulties establishing a connection with her.

• Experiencing an unexpected setback or blockage in your life.

• Feeling frustrated, confused, or angry when engaging in her devotion.

• You find yourself feeling lost, directionless, or unsure about your life path.

Overall you need to be respectful of deities denying your request.

OFFERINGS:

• Cash.

• Bones or skulls.

• Cigars.

• Tequila or other alcoholic beverages.

• Cannabis.

• Fresh water.

• Cakes.

• Flowers: marigolds, roses, chrysanthemums, and other dark-coloured flowers

• Candles.

• Graveyard dirt (collected respectfully).

• Candy.

• Fruit (mainly apples).

• Chocolate truffles.

• Bread.

• Sugar.

• Anything black: black stones, black ribbons, black jewelry, etc.

DEVOTIONAL ACTS FOR SANTA MUERTE:

• Talking to her in the space you created for her.

• Buying flowers weekly for her altar.

• Getting a tattoo.

• Meditating on her energy.

• Carrying around her images or symbols to protect against negativity and harm.

• Reading and researching about her mythology and history.

• Pray and sing for her.

• Clean up graveyards.

• Draw and paint her.

IS IT SAFE TO EAT OR DRINK AN OFFERING I GIVE TO HER?

Consuming offerings given to Santa Muerte is not recommended because it may disturb the connection with the deity and cause an imbalance in energy. Santa Muerte is a powerful deity and she is not someone to be underestimated. She is a protector and guide of the dead, and she is often seen as a symbol of justice and vengeance. She is a very prominent figure in Latin American and Hispanic religious practices and rituals, and it is important to show respect and reverence when working with her. Consuming offerings given to her may disrupt the connection with the deity and cause an imbalance of energy.

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[fionajames]

The Creepers - Clone Force 97

A/N: Hello to everyone!!! Sorry I've been absent, first/second week back at school and immediately we have homework and tests. Not fun. Not too long ago a BUNCH of people voted on four polls to decide the names of some Clone OCs. This idea came about as I was watching the Bad Batch the thought struck me of; "If Clone Force 99 has such a high mission success rate and turned out so well, why didn't they make more Clones with mutations?" So here we are. Here they are :) (also please send requests)

Overview of the Creepers

This is Clone Force 97 - they have four members, also known as the Creepers. Creepers has a double meaning. Not only does it mean a stealthy, mysterious group but it also means a plant that grows along the ground or floor. The Creepers are similar to the Bad Batch in several ways. They are mutationally defective, to put it simply. Their mutations, however, are different to Clone Force 99’s. They have a Clone who is an extremely talented pilot, one who is extremely fit and athletic, another who is a brilliant fighter and lastly one who is nature-orientated and doubles as their medic. Not only do they have mutations, but they all underwent training that helped them enhance their skills in their areas.

Saturn

Song: Saturn by Sleeping At Last

Saturn has the dark/tan skin that most Clones have, with fluffy black hair with bangs that fall over his brown eyes. He has a saturn emblem on his armour, with constellations and other planets revolving around it. 

Saturn is the pilot of the group, and that is the way the Kaminoans intended it. He’s smart and calculating but also a really nice guy. Saturn is kind, chill and happy. But he is also a sad sort of calm.

Leap

Song: My Kind of Woman by Mac DeMarco

Leap has the same skin tone as Saturn with black tufty hair that’s shaved on the sides, hazel eyes and two scars going diagonally over his left eye. His armour has lots of different little designs.

Leap is the athlete of the group, and very fit. He’s energetic, cheerful and determined, and always seems to be injured. 

Snapper (Snap)

Song: Bloodhound by The Foxing

Snapper has the normal skin colour with very curly, short dark brown hair, brown eyes and a huge scar creeping up the right side of his body. He has several tattoos depicting hounds.

Snapper is the fighter of the group, but not just that. He’s a funny and silly kind of guy, but also tired and has a lot of pent-up anger. Contrary to common belief, he is not aggressive, nor gentle, he is mid-ground but has pent-up anger because he keeps it in too long.

Moose

Song: Forest Fire by Brighton

Moose has the normal skin colour with curly shoulder length hair that is kept neat with a bandanna, green eyes and quite a lot of scars - on his face a scar over the bridge of his nose and one crossing over his jawline. He has antlers and plants on his armour.

Moose is the nature and animal orientated guy, and although not officially  a medic, he is the medic of their group basically. He’s quiet, kind and a bit of a cloud-walker, but deeply traumatised and anxious.

Aesthetics:

Top Left: Saturn Top Right: Leap Bottom Left: Snapper Bottom Right: Moose

The poll that decided the bandanna style Moose wears his hair.

The poll results plus polls.

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[bloomlily101]

Home

"John Evans, don't you want to go home?"

It was one of many unforgettable days on Europa. I had just finished another round of testing. For now, it seemed as though my mission wasn't going to end any time soon. Looking over at the pink mermaid who stared at me with saucer eyes, staying longer did not seem like a bad idea.

"When I came here, I knew it would be a long time before I returned so yes, I want to go home but at the same time..."

"At the same time?"

"I don't miss it."

"Really? Why?" Her question sounded like a high pitch squeak, almost like a dolphin's. It was adorable.

"Compared to Earth, this planet... this kingdom that you're ruling... is amazing. I prefer it here honestly."

I prefer being here next to you.

"I'm glad you like it here but... don't you have someone waiting for you on Earth? I never hear you speak about them."

It was a common discussion among space colonizers to talk about their family, to show pictures of their newborn, their kid graduating or maybe to show off how attractive their mate was. In a way, it kept us tethered to reality. It was those invisible bonds that kept us sane while working a thankless and dangerous job.

"To be honest, not really."

Joining MEARTH and the Space Corps was just like the military; there were many reasons why people would join. Some do it for science, some are zealous patriots, others do it to make their families proud and most do it as a last-ditch option. I will not be elaborating on my reason but it definitely was not entirely because it was my dream.

"That must be terribly lonesome "

"Not really. I got to meet you."

On Earth, there were few who understood me and even fewer who loved me. Yet somehow, just planets away, there was someone who did. It's baffling. Baffling yet so tantalizing. She was always so close but always so far. As I leaned into the kiss, she leaned back with a teasing smile.

"I have to go, John Evans. I have duties to fulfil."

"Then this place again, tomorrow?" I asked her. She nodded, smiling as usual, eyes closed with her corners barely tilting upwards.

Meeting you is the only thing keeping me sane on this planet but it was driving me up walls I didn't know possible.

"Promise."

With that, she slipped into the water and disappeared into the dark ammonium depths. Was she playing a game? Was she baiting me? I could never really tell with her. My feelings are genuine and she knows as much but recently I've heard conflicting stories.

Many praise me for having such a close relationship with such a closed off and distant monarch. They say that they cannot understand her. No one truly ever knows what she's thinking. In a species known as a happy one, she rarely smiles.

I would not believe they were talking about Rise but in way, they were right. It is difficult to get a read on her but that didn't make her antisocial... just different. Our cultures were different but it never became a conversation stopper for us. Maybe, all we needed was more time for our species to understand each other.

________

Swimming below, past the cliffs, there was an orange siren waiting for her. This siren had as many fins as tattoos. Her hair was as fiery as the lava in a vulcanes, her skin much the same too. She was intimidating though it never seemed to bother her. It was the reason why Rose picked her.

"Why do you waste your time with this human, Your Highness?"

She stopped in her tracks and looked back at her loyal steed with a smile, "Because understanding your enemy is the only way to protect yourself from them," Her face turned dark, the light leaving her eyes as a scowl worked its way to her mouth, "I don't trust these humans. They're too emotional... too inquisitive... too greedy. It's only a matter of time before they show their true colours."

"Then you should've gotten rid of them when you had the chance."

Rose shook her head with a smile, "They came in peace, I cannot betray our own beliefs, Nahla."

The conversation came to standstill as they entered open waters. It stayed so until the hazy lights of their city to view. It was now dusk. Soon it'd be time for the evening service.

"I'll do anything to protect this city. To protect my people. What about you?" Rose asked her companion, looking back at her. Nahla could not read the expression on her face. This, however, was usual but what wasn't was the solemn atmosphere she had created.

"My will and purpose are to live and die for you, My Priestess.  There'd be no greater honour." Nahla recited like a prayer.

Rose smiled, tilting the soldier's face upward to meet her scheming smile, "Then let's set our plan in motion."

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[ditzydisaster13]

TBOTLS

Creatures:

Before I start. Humans are just human. Their abilities are typically very limited. If none at all. Rounded ears, two eyes, varying shades of skin tones that happen when there’s only 2 families of fully human-ish humans. Their powers cannot manipulate or change their biology. They cannot have wings or tails. If they do, it’s made of pure magic, like wings that are as only as solid as the dirt they are made up. Which are never much good for flying anyways. They cannot change their appearances. Piercings and hair colour have to be done without magic. Spells are the only magic that works in changing human. Humans are typically able to connect to the moon or the sky. Seeing as they’re being from earth. A planet not much told about on the planet Stromvea.

Hopklif:

Hopklifs are like fawns. Humanoid creatures with deer antlers. But they’re also like Jackalopes. But more human. They have long rabbit ears and deer antlers. Fluffy tails, markings all over their bodies, super strong legs, and kinda crazy personalities. They never stick to one. They’re normally caring and kind. But feelings can catch up with them and become more negative. They’re basically giant human-ish jackalopes. 

Given:

They’re very much human like creatures. In movements, speech patterns, specific behaviors, and much else.  Their appearances are the most human to other species. Although there are few markings in the skin that represent an otherwise. The only differences, is that they have a second set of eyes (which they can hide). And their natural ability to be soothing to others. As long as you don’t make a Given upset, they should never act out. Sometimes tiredness can affect them though. And there’s also one involved in a war.

Horenpike:

Human-ish in appearance. With two large horns protruding from the forehead, and large birdlike wings. Their wings and skin are very sensitive. So are their rounded human-ish ears. Hornepikes are the most similar to humans out of all the species. Aside from their animalistic appearances. They are typically as valuable and as powerful as humans are recognized. They’re only just slightly more common than humans. Their ears and eyes are very human. Aside from the extra sensitivity that results in many cases needing glasses or hearings aids to assist those sensory issues. Their wings are heavy and useless aside from one week of every year. Not a birth week or a holiday recognized by anyone other than Human’s and Horenpike. Thricin (pronoun tree-sin). A ecliptical day, where the moon settles over a very special lake. Humans are most often connected to the moon or the sky. Horenpike are no different. Their connection is mainly the wings. They always have blue coloured eyes and the horns on their head are white like their soft yet heavy wings. 

Grunt:

A type of wingless fae/faerie. A type of Fae that remain on the shorter side, with tempers that can be difficult to control. They are family people. And do not take being abandoned well. They are brisk and good fighters. Who fight with force and trickery. They are sneaky and prideful in not only their skills but their keen. Their biology forms as if they were to have wings. But instead, they have a limited ability to hover. Which is typically activated in moments of sudden emotion. Fear, surprise, excitement, and sometimes a very pure curiosity. 

Screech:

They’re like Land sirens? And harpies?- Their bodies are large and feathered. They speak in clicks and groans. Hums and grunts and whistles. Hisses and Wayns (a wayn is like a yawn that’s screamed? A low pitched shout?) wails and screams and screeches. Their voices sound like nails on chalkboards. They can either use their voices, which are just screeches. To ruin someone’s hearing. They can harness their voices for a moment and shoot back sonic waves and sounds. Or they can turn into a murky cloud of soun for rapid escapes. They’re powerful, judgemental, and dangerous. Heed warnings when approaching their territories. They will kill. And are even cannibalistic in some points. These creatures are essentially giant owl. Carnivorous and fierce. Meant to be feared. Not much else is known about them besides their appearances. The noises they make, and the danger they hold. 

Holo:

Holo’s are aquatic dwellers. They are always female. Unlike mermaids, they cannot take a more human for. Their forms remain with a tail. However, their bodies are lean and long. Very skinny with compact muscles. Webbed ears, fingers, and toes, with small fins on the arms and legs. They do in fact have a tail. But it protrude from the back. The tails are long and strong. Theyre very mush shark like; flicking from side to side rather than up and down swishes like a dolphin or a whale. They have sharp teeth, and on a human where the canines would be, are their longest and sharpest teeth. The tails are fairly heavy when a Holo steps out of the water. But Holo’s can only spend about a day’s worth of time outside of the water. 

Elf: (different than most medias showcase)

Human in size, If a little small like Grunts. While Grunts are a little more human than an Elf, they share similar qualities. Elves are brash and cold in many cases. But they live family the same as grunts. Elves have very large pointed ears, larger and longer than an Alteans. So much so that they typically droop down. They have very small wings that barely deliver the ability to fly and are typically considered wingless fae.

Faeries/Fae: (different than most medias showcase)

Many creatures on this planet have some sort of slight biological relation to the fae. These creatures are tall and thin, with mighty wings that often resemble an earthen butterfly, although a bit less opaque. However, these are not the fae of earthen tales. Fae here have small fangs, large void-like eyes, and long pointed ears. Their wings are large, thin, and powerful. But just beautiful. Fae are often silent types. They speak not much. For their voices are raspy and swallowed. They have long tails that protrude from their lower back. (Tailbone ofc) the tails are for balance during flight. No other function. Besides maybe displaying emotion. Faeries channel their magic through the bracelets they wear. Helping control their elementally manipulative abilities. Typically modeling water into shapes, bending hills. Nothing overpowered. But the bracelets keep them from injury. Their skin is pale, then ombrés into the colour of their element around their eyes and ears like a mask, then towards their hands in feet. Their fingers are long, with pointed nails. They would be scary creatures if their beauty wasn’t there. Like giant bugs if you will. 

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[rinbowaman]

@rinbowaman

Hahahah soo this iss so meee I litterally ship myself with every fictional character I like 😭😭 flirt I would say definitely do with my female friends in a fun way but around guys I get stiff asf .

And this is my character..

I have short hair ..until summer I had long hair like till my chest below, but I got tired of having long hair so soo longg so I chopped it off ✂️...

I chose pink 🩷 clips to wear because normally when I am studying i do put my bags aside with the clips 📎

And then my earrings are not heart shaped they are just small hoop ones and I got pierced ears when I was 4 year old 🤸

My favourite colour is blue and there is a blue tshirt which I wear at home daily even if it's washed just yesterday it's just so comfyyy😭😭 so that's why the blue tshirt

And my glasses i do have bad vision and they are the exact same just like in character 🤓

And the pose 🫶 I have been using this emoji a lot recently so I have started doing it with my hands too at random objects

Am bored ? Let's do this pose 🫶

I see a cute dog / cat ? This pose is a must 🫶

All my friends say I have a babyish face 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭

omg your avatar!!! tell me you dont have beautiful hazel eyes bc if you do....i'm dead. i know its quite common for people in your country to have the most beautiful friggin eyes in the planet!! and omg your avatar! its soooooo cute! so feminine and calming....literally the two aspects of my mgr/mre/hhp y/n. like both you and @nikstrange and i recently too cut off like 8 inches off my hair, its right around the center of my chest now, i had it down to my pelvic bone, which it will get back there again. lol. my hair grows so fasst, my mom says it's bc i eat alot.

you have a babyface? i have a baby face too! specifically my cheeks, my jawline kind of helps add some maturity to my face along wiht my cheekbones, but i get told that my face is a mixture of soft and hard with slight definition but when they see my baby photos they automatically tell me i still have a babyface. lol.

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[ask-the-royal-absol]

happy munday! hope you're doing well :D this is your free space to ramble about something you've been wanting to. is it a game? an oc you love? the food you had yesterday? feel free to share something good that's on your mind, I'd love to know~

(Book ramble!

So, I’ve been listening to an audio book series called the Stormlight Archive. Now, one of the books is called Warbreaker and it’s in the same universe but on a different planet. I’m really enjoying this book.

It revolves around three characters. Siri, Lightsong and Vivenna (spelling could be wrong).

Siri is the youngest daughter from the royal family of Idris. She doesn’t control her tongue, she loves being outgoing and didn’t listen to her father when going through her royal training. Her father doesn’t really see her as important.

Her sister, Vivenna, is the eldest daughter and is said to marry a man called the God King from the kingdom of Hallendren. She is also supposed to carry his child. She has been trained since she was young and now needs to go to the kingdom of Hallendren. However, her father likes her more than Siri and so sends Siri instead. Oh no. She panics. Now, the royal family of Idris have a special power. They can freely grow their hair and it changes colour depending on their emotions. Vivenna is confused as to why she wasn’t sent because she was trained for this. Her dad says because she would be more valuable ruling Idris than going to Hallendren. Vivenna doesn’t like that. She feels it’s a waste of her many years of training.

Siri goes to Hallendren and is in awe by the vibrant colour and hues she sees there. In Hallendren, it is ruled by Gods, with the God King being top of the top. Gods are people who died and were reborn. Their names make hints to how they died and they have no memories of who they were before their died. Each god has colours that represent them and have a priest each who sees that they have everything that they need. The gods have lots of things they need to do. Tell the priests their dreams so the priests can speculate on what may happen, look at artefacts and paintings from the common folk and decide if they’re good enough, and most importantly decide on whether they are going to heal someone. Now, in order for a god to heal someone, they need to die.

Enter Lightsong, a lazy, wants to be known as useless and witty God who really doesn’t care about his god duties. His priest, who he calls Scoot, is tired of his shenanigans and tomfoolery but still follows Lightsong’s every whim. Blush Weaver, another god, wants him in her own ways but Lightsong shrugs off her attempts at a relationship. With the art of confusion, he bamboozles everyone. His witty tongue cannot be stopped. He is my favourite (I wonder why).

Siri enters the palace and everyone expects her to do what needs to be done to ensure she has a baby. She, for a whole 2-3 weeks, kneels on the floor naked (because that’s what she’s expected to do as the wife of the God King), expecting the God King to take her. The God King instead stares from his chair near the fireplace. After her 3 weeks, she makes a comment at him about him not doing anything and she goes to him bed to sleep. After a while, the God King approaches her and wants her to read the story he has been looking at. It’s of children’s stories. Siri then finds out he can’t read, his tongue was cut out so he can’t use his god powers and he has no idea how the world works outside of the palace. So Siri feels bad for him and teaches him how to read and write so he can communicate. He also teaches him about the world around him and he ends up writing that she is the most beautiful person he has seen.

Vivenna has made it to the city with her friend Parlen. She wants to find Siri and put an end to the rumours spreading that there will be a war between Idris and Hallendren. She meets up with a couple of mercenaries (Denth and Tonk-Fa) who work for the guy who she’s been chatting with. However, this guy (Lennox) is dying and wants to give her his breath. Breath is kinda people’s souls. The more breath you have, the more things you can see. You can see colour in finer detail. You can sense where people are. Things around you become more brightly coloured and you can put your breath into objects to make the, do what you want them to do.

Vivenna does not want the breath. It goes against her religion but this guy passes it onto her anyway. The mercenaries convince Vivenna to work with them as they’re trying to make Hallendren worse for when war comes. Vivenna agrees to this and they get up to criminal activities. Denth and Tonk-Fa make lots of jokes and say killing someone and betraying them is mercenary humour. Vivenna sees them both as friends.

Lightsong is still lazy but a murder happens in the court of gods and something inside of him wants to figure out what’s going on for some reason. He’s never had the gumption to do anything before so he finds it strange that he wants to figure things out. Blush Weaver finds this very weird and out of character. She wants to gather armies of undead soldiers for when war eventually happens but Lightsong wants to figure out this mystery. This then sparks some more investigating and Lightsong becomes interested in who he was before becoming a god. He tries lots of things he’s never done before and realises he’s retained some skills from his previous life. He figures that he may have been a city guard or a detective or something because of what he’s putting together but is unsure.

I could go on for longer about what’s happening because I’m at the final part of the story but this post would be too long.

Thank you for the question!)

#munday

[yxuna]

who: @ravellaarryns

setting: the eyrie, some time after the birth of princess avalon

the royal chambers were quiet, with only the sounds of the rustling of heavy skirts and shuffling paper. the table that occupied the centre of the room held two figures of the vale court, both dressed in dark colours. the queen of the vale was seated on one side as the lady of witch isle took her place on the other. the rest of the ladies in waiting were not with them, and that fact comforted lady upcliff. it was no secret that yuna cared little for the women she worked closely with. from the first moment spent in the heart of the eyrie, the raven-haired lady knew she would find no common ground with her peers. anastacia templeton was a woman with nothing useful floating in her pretty head, while yesenia egen had a prideful streak that repelled any positive feelings that might develop. jeyne waynwood was an exception, but the lady was more ghost than girl and even though yuna liked her, she could swear she sometimes saw the lady disappear, her mind dissipating as the mist of harrenhal.

but yuna upcliff liked her queen. ravella arryn was similar to the cliffs of yuna's native witch isle. cold and resilient, deterring every threat that came their way. the queen of the vale was all jagged edges and sharp points, but she always held herself with the magnificence of a ruling queen. yuna understood the consort handled the affairs, and the queen remained an unseen force, residing among the closed circle yuna was lucky enough to belong to. a circle that had recently grown, with the birth of the royal princess.

yuna never witnessed a birth before, herself being the youngest child of the family. but she knew it to be a joyous occasion that brought mirth to everyone involved. but it seemed avalon arryn was different. there was something in the air on the night of birth, a combination of the stars and the planets, even the unusual way the queen delivered the babe. a strange play of spirits was involved, and yuna dared not speak to anyone about it. in part due to the rumours surrounding the upcliff, and due to the fact she wouldn't want to talk badly of a royal. the situation unsettled her, and it might have been cowardice or unproved superstition, but the young babe had a peculiar spirit yuna did not want near her. when the princess was born, yuna secretly made an ofuda for the babe, a small piece of paper with a symbol that granted protection from evil spirits. days later she found the parchment at the foot of the crib, burned at the edges. it had shaken her up so much she now wore the protection herself, sown into her undergarments.

the queen requested a reading for her firstborn, and yuna made a chart according to the ancient traditions of her house. they sat alone, for this was not something the proud and the traditional members of the vale would approve of. but how was this different from any other spiritual tradition in the kingdom? there were twelve circles on the paper yuna had drawn herself, symbolising the planets during the princess' birth. she had never encountered such a chart and had to consult the ancient scrolls for answers.

"these are the positions of celestial bodies during the princess' birth," yuna pointed at the drawings, her tone hushed and serious. "they are symbolised by animals. the princess was born in the sign of the tiger. it is the most powerful sign, after the dragon." she could have ended at that, but she knew her queen wanted only the truth. "but the planets have grouped in fours. four is a number that brings bad luck. when the word is pronounced in yitish, it means death. the princess has a powerful aura, but it is not necessarily a good thing."

#convo; ravella #the menace that is baby avalon

[justaz]

Saw your posy about your fic with the aliens that sound too similar to minions. I think you just gotta add details that pull it away from the first gut instinct to visualize a minion.

Like, are they humanoid or are they more reptile/bird like? Or a different mammal? Do they have sharp teeth? Do they have hair, fur, feathers, scales, something else or a combination? Are they a prey or predator species? This will affect things like the placement of the eyes at the front or sides of the head. These details add physical additions that minions don't have and help distance the race from those little guys.

We can also describe more of how their colouring is different as well to change our mental image. For example, are they varying shades of yellow? Are they yellow because it's a natural camouflage for the planet? Are they completely yellow or do they have a gradient from the limbs inward or a completely different coloured stomach? Are they yellow mainly due to mating reasons as yellow was the most attractive colour of this species causing most of the population to end up a shade of yellow over time. I mean so long as they aren't literally entirely one shade of yellow all over then it's less likely to be a minion.

Finally the additional clothes, technology, and societal norms will change our perception again. Like are they highly advanced or in the beginning stages of their technology. If its just figuring things out the clothes will likely be more hand made and simple if not simply woven together directly from the planet itself or taken off the back of an animal. If it's advanced go nuts, who knows what people wear in the future. And is it a highly modest society covering everything up or more accepting of their bodies with skimpy clothes or even none at all? Is it a cold planet, moderate, or a hot planet because that will also affect the styles of dress the aliens have. Literally so long as they aren't all wearing goggles and Jean overalls and sometimes lab coats (this is all I really remember the minions wearing) you'll once again make these aliens seem unique.

Anyways, point is you don't have to redesign your aliens for your fic, you just need to ask yourself a whole bunch of questions as to why they look the way they do and then describe them in your fic to the point that we get a better mental image of what your aliens look like to the point that we won't even think of anything else they could resemble. You don't need to go overboard and write 5 paragraphs in one go as soon as they show up in your story but you can add at least one of each of these categories to your initial description to start off and then as the story progresses you can weave in more details about the alien's world and specific characteristics of specific alien characters your main cast meet with to eventually add more depth tk your species overall.

In any case, sorry to dump literally all of this on you over a quick funny blurb about your situation, but I hope this helps. I just really love world building and character species creation and figured that you shouldn't have to give up the ones you have right now due to a tiny bit of common description. I hope to read your story soon, anyway, and wish you good luck with your writing!

omg HAHA thank you, i appreciate this and will definitely consult this on any world building i have to do in future writing but in the context of what i was writing, it was a short passage of the characters passing a few aliens that rlly didn’t play a role in the scene AND the character i was focusing on was kinda panicked and didn’t rlly give a shit about who was around so it was a super vague description

i am kinda proud of myself bc i DID think of a few of these questions on my own. they live in the desert part of the planet so their coloring was for camouflage (and i edited it to add that they vary in shade, from dark brown to pale yellow) and i did give them lightweight robes, not unlike what you see people wearing in like the middle east. i did add extra arms and modified their noses to a kind of flap that opens and closes on command over just a couple holes in their face so their “noses” don’t protrude and solid black eyes

hopefully that gets rid of the minion visual LMAO

#i do appreciate this and will definitely use this in the future #i also love world building and appreciate any insight/help w it #i find the freedom in literally building a world from nothing titty-lating #THANK YOU MWAH MWAH

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

Explanation of species in my Slender AU

Valdernak:

Tall and thin, they usually have pale white skin and skin stretching over their skull in lull of a face.

Eye colours can be red, yellow, purple, or pink, with red being the most common.

Height depends heavily on gravitational pull of planet with earth levels of gravity resulting in individuals who at their tallest around 17ft, and at the lowest 11ft in height.

Tendrils varying from white to black, and are muscular and flexible appendages growing from the back from beneath the trapieze muscle

Tendrils are covered in very fine hairs which allow for a whisker like function, and give tendrils a soft velvety feel. Tendrils also double as an erogenous zone due to said hairs

Blood is a deep black colouration, resulting in their pale undertones in the skin

Their teeth which fall out and replaced periodically, are thin and sharp much like a needle. Backwards facing teeth also allow for prey to more easily slide down their throats

Radiation is present in them and is both a hunting method, and a self defense measure

Said radiation results in something known as the sickness that in humans replicates both a flu virus and the effects of radiation poisoning

The sickness is both used to liquefy the bones and organs of prey for easy digestion, and is used in Proxifcation methods where it is more regulated.

Chromosomes are a bit odd in the way they have XXXY which instead of causing dysfunctional creatures, results in a pseudo intersex species that can switch between male and female at will.

This has resulted in the species having little to no concept of gender roles and a habit of creating same sex couples

Species is known for its habit of procreating with other species which has been identified as way of introducing new genetics into the offspring which are almost always Valdernak except in the case of Void-kin

Interdimensional by nature, they are social creatures who often stay in family pods of up to twenty individuals

When searching to create new families, they will often go to other dimensions or planets in search of either a mate or a place to settle

Due to the fact that an eon is a year of aging to them, Valdernak have a habit of outliving entire solar systems

Diet consists of meat and the souls of sapient species

Able to control the elements

Valdernak split off into two main subspecies, the Valderna, and the Valdern who cannot control the elements:

Valderna:

Tall and thin like the Valdernak, they are different in the way they often possess more human skintones such as pale pinks and light browns

Eye colour can be sickly yellows, dark reds, bright greens, and blues

Face is still made up of stretched skin, they are different in the way they have darker markings that can resmemble a happy face to a singular eye, to even resembling abstract symbols.

It should be noted that no two Valderna have the exact same markings. Even twins have just slightly different markings.

Heights are also very much dependent on gravity with similar height ratios as Valdernak

Tendrils are scaly in nature and highly resemble eyeless snakes

Located on the back, coming up from beneath the trapieze muscle, these tendrils have mouths filled with sharp little teeth that are hollowed on the inside to allow for venom to flow through

Teeth in main mouth are also hollowed out, and their venom is known to be quite potent and acidic. In humans, a single bite is capable of killing fifteen grown men within thirty seconds. Seeing how Valderna have a habit of leaving multiple bites, humans generally die and begin to liquefy almost immediately.

Valderna are known to have dark colourations on the hands and feet, which are black at the hands and feet, and lighten as they travel up the arms and legs resutling in a gradient.

This will not be found on Albinos and those Melanism

Live just as long as Valdernak, have similar habits as result

Diet consists of meat and sinful souls. No one knows why, not even the Valderna.

VALDERN:

Different from the previous two as they are often cursed prey species of the Valderna and Valdernak

Eye colour is often red, though not unusual to find one with blue or green eyes.

Used to be that if a Valdernak fell in love with a member of a prey species that they would turn them into Valdern

Now it is a curse used upon prey species by their own kind.

Heights are much shorter with the tallest being ten feet and the shortest five

Tend to choose their prey based on emotions and concepts

Often have the skin color they had before their transformation and are just as faceless, though they have wounds over their skin which are badly healed leaving thick inflamed scabs behind

Age the same as Valdernak much to their chargin if not mated to a Valdern or Valdernak

Often have habits left over from their lives before

#long post #original species #enjoy my rambles #i had fun with this one #Slender AU

[varhanasmm]

Narthanax: X'CHOL.

GENERAL Name: X'chol Titles/Aliases: Captain, Commanding officer; “Shoal" Age: 262 (earth) years Height: Approx. 7ft, 1in. (at the shoulders) Voice: Hissing, clicking, clacking, long “S” and “Ch” sounds, harsh consonants at the end of words. Commanding, confident, curious, yet still diplomatic. Eyes: 12 in total. 2 larger nearing the top of their face, with 5 other on each side of their face above their mouth. Hair/Fur: None. Spines/spikes all over their body may at times resemble quills, but they are simply bony growths. Brief body desc.: Slender, yet powerful. Built for strength, agility, and speed. They resemble exactly what they are: terrifyingly efficient predators. His body is quite average, although strong due to training. His ‘tongue’/prehensile limb (covered in small ‘hairs’) is sturdy and used with purpose. It is how they feel things, pick up small items, and explore their environment. It doesn’t secrete any mucus or moisture like a tongue. His is average, and the acidic liquid it can secrete from its tip is strong enough to dissolve/corrode simple metals and all plastics. Will irritate and inflame skin if it comes into contact. X'chol’s acidic secretion is of average potency. Clothes/Equipment: None. Clothing would impair their movement, and they are generally unaffected by radiation. There are no visible genitalia to be covered. They may sometimes wear sashes or tie things around their necks, mainly to show off achievements, rank, or just to look nice. Sex / Gender: Male Planet of origin: Xol - (species: Narthanax / in reference to origin: Xolan. )

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THE AUTHORITATIVE MIND: Traits: {Positive} Patient, curious, empathetic, playful, realistic {Negative} Stubborn, ignorant, childlike, suspicious, serious. Likes: Food, children/young, extra-terrestrial life, Life, exploration, soft things (toys, blankets, fabrics, etc), fish, seafood, bad jokes, the quiet, inspiring others. Dislikes: Heights, soft/delicate surfaces (their feet get stuck), sweets, creamy textures, high frequency sounds, flashing lights, disrespect, tactlessness, mindless violence, murder, the Xoxho. Strengths: Speed, agility, and deadly precision. Enhanced sense of smell, good eyesight, can see beyond the range of human vision (UV, IR), stealthy despite their size, diplomatic by nature. Weaknesses: Unwise at times, dependent on others, can be blinded momentarily by flashes of light, disoriented by some high frequency sounds, cannot walk on certain surfaces, emotional. Fears: Imprisonment, blindness, loss of control, loss of lives, War, destruction. Interests/Hobbies: Leading, inspiring others, learning, meeting new beings, discovering new things, exercise, socializing. Religion/Beliefs: Theistic | religious belief of Gnol; God of all the universe, God of order and chaos.

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BACKGROUND: X'chol is somewhat larger than the other males, causing others to at times mistake him as female. It’s not a common occurrence, but it happens. He has large protrusions running down his spine and the corners of his joints. His body is a mossy green colour, with hints of yellow and brown speckling his horns, spines, and limbs.

He is a proud captain and leader of his vessel and crew, known to his people for his kindness and compassion, but also his unwavering bravery and loyalty to his people and to his allies. He’s worked very hard to get to where he is, as all his kind must if they wish to achieve greatness.

They are not the only sentient species of their planet. The other has not achieved space travel, and they don’t want to. Their belief is that they belong where they are, and to leave is to abandon their home and people, and their Gods.

The other species is a harsh, indignant one that are called, the Xoxho. They are a species that most would not care to make contact with, let alone build relations with. They are undiplomatic and care not for making friends.

For centuries they used the Narthanax as cattle, harvesting them for their meat, skin, and spines. You may find them using weapons made of the bony protrusions from the Narthanax’s bodies, and they often use these for slaughter. They believed for centuries that these creatures were unintelligent, and quite frankly– Stupid. They could not understand their language; their clicking, clacking, or hissing or growls. X'chol dislikes the other beings, with good reason. He considers them enemies of their species, although he warns against waging war and dislikes those who suggest genocide. They pose no threat to them any longer, although those remaining on their home planet are subjected to racial tension and the occasional violence. The two races generally mind their own business, knowing fully well one could wipe out the other should war be instigated.

The captain has passed the prime of his species’ life, and has begun to show signs of aging. He isn’t brittle yet, though, and will continue to be the strong leader his people need until he no longer can.

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