#sables brain junk

[sablegear0]

This is the first and last I will say of it. And no I will not discuss it.

Not to meme on a legal and medical tragedy but there really is no other way to say it.

My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined.

Men everywhere, if you aren’t outraged, you should be. US folks with uteruses, please stay safe. Especially if you happen to, say, engage in any acts of civil disobedience. Delete your period tracker apps, turn off your phone if you go out of state, leave it at home if you go to a protest (or whatever).

There are still states where abortion is offered and protected. Last I looked, California, Colorado, Connecticut, Delaware, Hawaii, Illinois, Maine, Maryland, Massachusetts, Nevada, New Jersey, New York, Oregon, Rhode Island, Vermont, and Washington still protect abortion rights by state law.

Keep an eye on your birth control and condom supplies. No I’m not kidding. They’ll be coming for other forms of birth control next. If there’s a way, stocking up might not hurt.

I wish I could get people who really need the help out of the county. I wish I could do more. But I’m stuck watching this play out from Canada and I’m scared for you, my neighbours. 

I’m scared for me, too, because there are forces threatening to do the same here, to push abortion rights down to the provincial level. And I’m scared it won’t stop there. I’m scared it will go lower, I’m scared it will go to the county, city, even personal level. And it won’t be my person, the one having the procedure, it will be the doctor, the person performing it. A stranger with no stake in my health or wellbeing beyond professional lip-service. A person, like the politicians that are trying to rob you of your freedoms and healthcare, who will be imposing their beliefs (none of them really believe this. It’s a matter of control, it always has been) on you and your body.

Be heard, and I beg you to stay safe while doing so. I know it’s so, so hard to stay outraged, there’s so much going on and it’s been going on for so long. And unfortunately that’s the point. Those in control want you too tired to protest, to disobey, to stay angry. 

STAY. ANGRY. Even if it’s quietly angry. Even if it’s Weapons of the Weak angry. Staying angry can be dragging your feet at work, or hey, maybe not even going to work. Staying angry can be discussing it with your friends and peers. Staying angry can be driving your friend who doesn’t have a car out of state for a Camping Trip. And wouldn’t it be nice if you kept your phones off the whole time, really reconnected with nature?

Make it clear there are more of you than there are of them.

You can get the care you need, or they can get the guillotine.

#sables brain junk #sables life #rant #roe v wade #abortion rights #asks are closed #i don't need people clowning on a serious issue

[shepherds-of-haven]

What would each ROs spirit animal be, and why?

Hi there, I’ve answered this before here, here, and here!

(However, it was recently brought to my attention by a kind person that use of the phrase “spirit animal” by non-Native people could be offensive or appropriating, so I won’t be using it anymore. I think guardian animal or patronus is better, so that’s what I’ll be using in my tags and whatnot from now on!)

I took this quiz for each of the ROs to see if their answers differed from what I’d put for them before, so here are their results:

Blade: Sable. Cool and confident - if not a little over-polished - sables are the most graceful of the herbivore personalities. With their outstanding physical presence and successful work ethic, they enjoy the universal admiration from colleagues and friends. Dapper in dress and noble in bearing, their tastes and lifestyle are refined and restrained and they disapprove of flashy or ostentatious behavior in any form.

Trouble: Zebra. Loyal and strong .Those that come into contact with the zebra find it to be a powerfully loyal and intelligent friend. Its black and white nature shuns the gray zones of compromise, and its decided idealism is incapable of accepting defeat in an argument. Zebras find it difficult to be punctual when it comes to meeting commitments that have little value to them, and close examination of this trait reveals the subtle arrogance that pervades the zebra's personality.

Tallys: Owl.  A creature of great integrity, the owl’s quiet demeanor accords it an air of mystery and diffidence, and it is widely recognized as a serene, wise observer of human society. Always well-groomed, it is a noble individual with elegantly chiseled features that border on the fine edge of beauty and homeliness. Owls have developed quite a reputation for intelligence, but it's really their calm, insightful natures that give this impression. Instead of an intellectual approach to life, they employ their deeper spiritual senses to guide them and -- like their nocturnal cohorts the bats -- have a deeply philosophical bent. Owls are not without their assertive side, however, and won't hesitate to use their razor-sharp tongues to settle arguments. 

Shery: Mole. Physically, moles are not awe-inspiring individuals. Their pale skin and plump physique are usually accompanied by thick glasses or contacts that compensate for poor eyesight. However, they are comfortable with their flaccid bodies and seek companionship with others who appreciate their more philosophical qualities. Passive and unassertive, they prefer to retreat at the first sign of confrontation and would rather run than take physical action. (Okay, this one seems meaner than the others?! Dead-on about the poor eyesight though gfdkjgfdlg??)

Riel: Penguin. Aggressive yet gentle, outgoing but shy, stable yet flighty - everyone sees the penguin in a different way. It's that black and white thing: the penguin only reveals the side that it wants to you to see. So whether you like this darling-devil or not, you have to concede that it's a fascinating and enigmatic individual. Penguins are birds condemned to live out their days on the ground. Unable to fly, their excess energy has no outlet save their creative talents and emotional outbursts. Penguins are poetic, artistic, and intellectually gifted, and as writers penguins have no equal. But, if unable to channel their impulses in a positive way, the resulting turmoil proves damaging to their relationships and careers. Penguins are deceptively intelligent and are particularly animated when intellectually challenged. They excel at word games and puzzles but are modest about their abilities and are generally underestimated by others.

Chase: Deer. Gorgeous yet capricious. This beautiful and delicate creature is a classic example of a prey species, and with few defenses other than its nimble mind and agile body it must be constantly on the lookout for danger. Deer are active and lithe creatures with little excess body fat, and enjoy and excel at most athletic pursuits. Their athleticism and grace may well create a fine first impression; it often masks a scatterbrained and emotionally taxing inner core. Best known for their highly-strung and skittish behavior, deer personalities are shy and demure. With a propensity to withdraw emotionally for fear of getting hurt, deer often struggle to settle down, and their motivations are certainly difficult to predict. Because their coquettish behavior is rooted in deeply buried insecurities, deer are drawn to the entertainment industry as actors and models, where -- by hiding behind the mask of characters --they find temporary refuge from the painful elements in their own lives.

Red: Fox. Astute and flirtatious. These agile-minded personalities are always active and -- although they never go out of their way to harm others -- have developed an unfair reputation for slyness and manipulation. Appealing, cerebral and of average size, the fox displays the typical canine qualities of loyalty, passion and creativity. Largely misunderstood to be a shy, retreating individual, it's the fox's stature as a small carnivore that defines its survival strategy. Because it cannot succeed using brute force alone, the fox must rely on its sharp mind and engaging personality to garner resources. Because it spends so much time in its head -- giving the impression that it's trying to outsmart everyone – the fox isn’t surprised that others find its intellectual pursuits quite intimidating (and often annoying). Foxes are fussy eaters and, with an appreciation for the finer things in life, demand quality in entertainment, food, and friends. Their love of exploration dovetails with their passion for overcoming challenges, which is why foxes are often found mountain climbing or journeying to exotic, forbidden places.

Ayla: Crocodile. Crocodiles are lean, leathery individuals with air of wariness that comes from living on the edge, which is why their skins are often decorated with scars or tattoos. Crocodiles are not always easy to identify because their survival strategy is based on misdirection and camouflage. As natural predators, crocs will attack without subtlety or intelligence and use any weapon at their disposal.Crocodiles prefer docile prey and will not hesitate to employ dirty tricks to gain an advantage. They have little sense of honor and, the more unwary their victim, the better. Crocs have little conscience, compassion, or guiding philosophy except that of survival and self-interest.

Briony: Wolf. The rugged wolf is athletic, good-looking and brimming with self-confidence. A close relative of the domestic dog, it is stronger and more aggressive, managing to generate notoriety wherever it marks its territory. The wolf's dark reputation is mainly due to jealousy of its consistent success in work and romance. With an innate understanding of the value of teamwork, it’s always ready to take its place in the chain of command either as leader or as simply a member of the pack. When a wolf decides to innovate, it makes sure that it has the backing of a capable team, for the wolf is clear-headed and strong-minded, and always willing to compromise in the interests of getting a job done. Wolves are facially expressive and readily communicate their emotional states with body language. They work hard at developing their social relationships, although -- unlike their cousin the dog -- they are quick to anger when they sense threats to the social order. When confrontations occur, they sometimes react suddenly and violently, barking displeasure at offending subordinates. Close companions know to avoid their biting tongue until they resume their normal gregarious behavior.

Lavinet: Dolphin. Dolphins are those tanned, beautiful people who populate background scenes in shows like Baywatch, and somehow remain annoyingly healthy while eating and drinking with abandon. You’ll rarely encounter an overweight dolphin.Perhaps it's their active lifestyles that keep them so trim, but their good genes have something to do with it too, for even though many dolphins subsist on junk food, their hair is shiny and their skin always glossy. Though the dolphin’s large brain is capable of solving almost any problem, its reputation for intelligence is overrated, for dolphins place little value in cerebral pursuits and avoid mental challenges.  They are nonetheless able to hold their own in debates, but prefer cavorting and surfing to discussing weighty philosophical issues. Dolphins demand little from life other than the time to enjoy it. As highly sexual individuals, they spend a great deal of time in the pursuit of bodily pleasure, and their aggressive quest for sex sometimes dominates social interactions. Dolphins are not designed for manual labor. Their bodies lack the skilled hand-eye coordination found in land mammal personalities, but their intelligence and social abilities bestow the special advantage in people-oriented careers.

What do you think? Some of these are fairly accurate, but the others...

If you take one for your MC, the results tell you which animals are compatible to your own!

#Shepherds of Haven #guardian animal #animal #animal in you #romance options #redirect #anon

[sable-longclaw-blog]

WEREWOLF. — What is a facet of your muse that few are privy to?

Few are privy to the fact that beneath all her layers of foul language, killer instinct, and fucked up brain.. there is a heart there, and one that cares, and one that is afraid of caring. You know, the real cliched stuff, bro. LOL. But yeah.. Most don’t realize how good Sable actually wants to be, and how in her own way, she believes she is actually DOING good in the world with what she does. How loyal she is to those she has sworn her blades to, and how that quickly becomes an obsession. Just like with Lady Ludlow. The priority of the lady’s safety is very unhealthy for Sable, and probably those around her. Its sometimes to the point that Sable has mental wars with herself not to just snap on people right then and there when she feels someone has wronged Elizebella, yet on the outside Sable is unreadable and near emotionless during these internal struggles. She would cut the throat of her momma if she were alive if she spoke out of line, or tried to hurt Elize in some way. So yeah.. very few know the extent of all that junk.

Thanks for the ask @unabashedrebel!!!

@elizebella for mentions

[lady-divine-writes]

Kurtbastian fic - “A Dalton Boy Dying to Be Used” (Rated NC17)

It's Easter Sunday, and Kurt has chosen to observe the holiday at home with his sub instead of at his club, by eating chocolate and decorating ... eggs. (1577 words)

This is another little scene to break up the tension from the last chapter to the next chapter (coming up soon). I wrote it in honor of Easter, but I felt a little sacrilege posting it yesterday, all things considered xD Dedicated to @freakingpotter, to whom my paint brush reference belongs (because she's an amazing, wonderful artist, so when I put artist specific things in a story, it's usually for her :D) because I miss her :(

Read on AO3.

“Are we staying here tonight, Master?” Sebastian asks, watching Kurt walk back in to the bedroom after being left for close to an hour unattended. Sebastian didn’t misbehave. He wouldn’t dream of it, and not just because he couldn’t move, bound on his back on the bed. Obedience is the road to reward in Kurt’s house, and reward is usually Kurt. Besides, Sebastian can’t assume that just because Kurt’s not in the room with him that he doesn’t know what Sebastian is up to.

Kurt has an uncanny sixth sense when it comes to Sebastian, which leads Sebastian to believe that Kurt has a nanny cam or two set up where Sebastian has yet to find them.

Kurt had left Sebastian tied to his bed comfortably, the way he does whenever they’re about to partake in a more sensual session – silk scarves wrapped around his wrists and threaded underneath the mattress, pulling his arms out to his sides; ankles cuffed in fur-lined leather on the opposite end, keeping his legs spread. Kurt eliminates discomfort and forgoes the use of pain so that Sebastian can concentrate on absorbing pure, rapturous pleasure … and not respond to it.

Scenes like this are some of the hardest for Sebastian to handle because they skirt the boundaries of emotion. They’re psychologically taxing, straddling a border between Sebastian acting as an object, a mere receptacle, and being a lover. Kurt lavishes Sebastian with attention that shadows lovemaking – gentle caresses, tender kisses, and selfless body worship. Sebastian isn’t required to wear a blindfold or a gag. He is encouraged to watch Kurt work. He has permission to talk and moan, unless those privileges are specifically taken away, but the trade-off is that he doesn’t get to touch or kiss.

And he isn’t allowed to cum.

“We are, preppy,” Kurt answers, kicking the door shut behind him. Sebastian finds it odd and unnecessary that Kurt would do that, seeing as they’re in his house alone, but it’s a ritual for Kurt – a way to lock them inside their own little world, a space where ex-boyfriends and ex-lovers, work stress and school strife, have no place. It’s symbolic, the way almost everything with Kurt is steeped in symbolism, from his clothes to his décor to his intricate tattoos.

“But … don’t you need to be at the club? Don’t you have something special planned for Easter, Master?” Sebastian knows that Kurt usually spends his holidays at his club, and that he plans special theme events for his customers. Kurt’s club is more his home than his actual house is, and his regulars are like his family. Kurt is never alone when he’s at his club. There’s always someone available to fill his voids when he needs them filled. But since Kurt met Sebastian, they’ve spent the holidays together. Sebastian likes that. He likes the intimacy of having his Dom all to himself. Here in Kurt’s house, Sebastian doesn’t feel the pressure of having to act like the perfect submissive in front of anyone. He’s just Kurt’s sub here, in the most comfortable, erotic, and personal atmosphere imaginable … and he doesn’t have to fight for Kurt’s attention.

Though he has to less and less now. Kurt has developed a singular focus when Sebastian’s around, and that’s Sebastian.

That may mean that Sebastian undergoes more vigorous sessions, more inventive methods of fulfilling Kurt’s sadistic needs, but Sebastian’s not complaining.

Kurt extinguishes his clove in the purple ashtray on his bedside table before he climbs up onto the bed. With both hands occupied, his legs and abs do all of the work balancing his weight. Watching Kurt’s toned stomach clench above the waistband of his black lounge pants, the effort accentuating his six-pack, makes Sebastian, bound and immobile, salivate. It would be the greatest reward in the world to lick Kurt’s abs, nose his waistband down over his hips and work his mouth over his Dom’s cock.

But Sebastian knows that if he wants Kurt’s cock, he’s going to have to earn it.

“Yeah, we do, but it’s not my turn to wear the bunny costume this year.”

Sebastian has to bite his tongue hard not to snicker at the image his brain produces of Kurt dressed like a rough trade Easter Bunny, with a carrot-shaped dildo clutched in his furry-gloved hand, and a clove cigarette sticking out of the corner of his mouth. But then, Kurt dressed in silky white panties, and wearing leather chaps along with fluffy ears and a tail, black kohl eyeliner, dark red lipstick, and a spiked collar around his neck … that would be something to see.

“Besides, handing out candy and hiding eggs are the kinds of things that littles like to do, and I’m not really down for that. Elliott’s much better at coordinating that crap than I am. I’d much rather celebrate at home.”

“Celebrate? But I thought you were an atheist, Master.”

“You don’t have to be religious to eat chocolate and paint eggs, preppy. You just have to be creative …” Kurt pauses, chills zipping down Sebastian’s spine with a flash of Kurt’s signature Grinch-like grin - the corners of his mouth curling up his cheeks while his brows draw together in the middle “… and inspired.”

Sebastian watches Kurt crawl between his legs carrying a palette of paints in his right hand, a paint brush and a towel in his left, but not a single egg in sight.

“Wh-what eggs, Master?” Sebastian asks, afraid that “eggs” might be a code they haven’t discussed yet.

Kurt’s face darkens, the kiss he blows signifying that something deliciously devious is about to begin.

“Yours, preppy,” he says, nudging Sebastian’s balls with his knee. Kurt puts his palette down carefully between Sebastian’s thighs and lays his towel over his sub’s left knee. The brush, he keeps. He holds it between his thumb and his fingertips, holding it up for Sebastian to see. “Today we’ll be using a Da Vinci Maestro Round Brush, size 16, with bristles of Siberian Kolinsky Red Sable fur.”

Sebastian nods as if any of that meant anything to him. He’s never taken an art class. The last time he tried his hand at painting a picture, he was using a Crayola watercolor set, and he was maybe ten years old. But Sebastian goes completely speechless at the mention of sable. One of his mother’s favorite coats while Sebastian was growing up was made of sable. Sebastian had a kind of creepy love affair with petting the damned thing behind his mother’s back (which means, ironically, that Sebastian spent a great deal of his formative years in a literal closet). Sable is one of the softest materials Sebastian can imagine touching his skin, aside from Kurt’s own magnificent tongue.

And if Kurt is implying what Sebastian knows he’s implying, he’s going to be painting Sebastian’s junk with it.

Kurt scoops up a dollop of bright pink paint onto his bristles and lowers the brush slowly to Sebastian’s crotch, while Sebastian’s eyes, wide and unblinking, follow his every move. With the lightest touch, Kurt swirls the bristles over the head of Sebastian’s cock, covering it completely in pink paint, then outlines the ridge. Sebastian swallows hard as Kurt strokes, fighting not to close his eyes at the delectable tickle of his delicate swipes.

“We’ll get you all decorated from abs to anus, then we’ll take some photographs,” Kurt mutters. He wipes excess paint off on the towel, then switches to green, and paints a stem and leaves down Sebastian’s shaft to go with his now pink tulip head. Sebastian imagines the tip of that brush circling his entrance the second Kurt suggests it, wet like Kurt’s tongue but cold, the stiff but soft point of the bristles dancing inside. His cock bobs without permission, blurring the line Kurt was creating, but Kurt doesn’t look upset by it. He looks pleased. Every bob, every pearl of pre-cum leaking from the tip, is a strike against Sebastian – another golden opportunity for punishment. Kurt licks his lips as he changes colors, and starts a line of smaller, red flowers down Sebastian’s shaft over the drying green paint. “Mmm, I absolutely adore this body paint, preppy. It’s one of my favorites. You have no idea.”

“A-and why’s that, Master?” Sebastian asks, stuttering when Kurt’s brush dips down and around, glancing ever so gently behind his balls. Sebastian is thankful he has permission to talk. He needs the conversation to keep his attention away from what Kurt’s doing. If he wants to last, he needs to start thinking of something other than this implement that feels too much like a tongue stroking his skin.

But Kurt knows. He knows what Sebastian’s small talk means. He can appreciate coping mechanisms. Everyone has them, even the great Kurt Hummel.

But Kurt doesn’t like easy ways out. That he considers cheating.

Kurt winks at Sebastian while making another blind stroke along the base of his sub’s cock, one that finally drags the moan that’s been building in Sebastian’s throat past his lips.

“Because it’s made of chocolate,” Kurt says, “which means it’s edible.” Kurt chuckles when Sebastian swallows again, and an actual, “Oh God,” takes the place of the second moan in his throat. If Sebastian can’t stand strong against a paint brush, what will he do against Kurt’s talented tongue, especially when he’s not allowed to cum? “And I do love me some chocolate.”

#kurtbastian #sebkurt #sekurt #frankie writes #Dom!Kurt #sub!Sebastian

[sablegear0]

STOP SAYING EXTREME WEATHER IS "UNPRECEDENTED"

IT HAS A PRECEDENT

IT'S CALLED GLOBAL WARMING

WE BEEN KNEW

SINCE LIKE THE 70'S

THERE'S PRECEDENT

IT'S FUCKING GLOBAL WARMING

#sable's brain junk #just really tired of clickbait titles in my weather apps #climate change #global warming

[sablegear0]

I think old machine-generated art was more interesting. Back when forms bled and twisted into one another and portrayals of humans and animals were soupy messes of fur- or flesh-tones and half-defined curves with the wrong number of almost-parts.

Not just because it was clearly less directly stolen but because it was more evocative. Evocative both of the surreal in general but also of how a [supposedly intelligent] machine might perceive a human.

It made you ask yourself “Is that how they see us?” To a machine, are we just soft amorphous things, just masses of curves and flesh with few truly defined features? Do they imagine us with dark, beady eyes not unlike camera lenses? With curling, fidgeting fingers too often in motion to count or depict correctly? Do they disdain our malleable, flexible forms? Do they simply not understand them?

#sable has a take #sable’s brain junk #ai art #anti ai #machine learning #machine-generated content #o didn’t have a point with this I got up to go to the bathroom at like 5am and just had a thought

[sablegear0]

Letting my mind wander and I just now realized something about The Brave Little Toaster (1987 movie).

My memory of the whole thing is fuzzy but some of the more upsetting moments have stuck with me (as you do with mildly traumatic childhood movies). One among those being Toaster’s nightmare from the beginning of the film.

If I’m remembering it right, Toaster dreams about a fire, being attacked with forks, and dangling over a bathtub full of water. As a little kid I didn’t get the connection (the whole sequence was just scary as heck) and later on I realized “oh, those could damage him, it makes sense he’d be afraid of them.”

But I wasn’t seeing the whole picture. And maybe this is more obvious in the book but I’m just realizing it just now so bear with me.

Toaster’s nightmare is not about the ways he could be damaged but the ways he could hurt someone else, particularly a human master. Starting a fire, electrocution via intrusive fork, and being tossed into a full bathtub (with someone in it, though not pictured in a kid’s movie obviously, that’s a logical leap for mom and dad).

And boy if that isn’t some powerful characterization, huh? Most of his appliance friends fear being useless or left behind (hence the entire plot) but Toaster’s biggest fear is being dangerous to the people he cares about. What a guy.

#sable’s brain junk #sable talks about media #brave little toaster

[sablegear0]

Me, (waiting on Heaven Official's Blessing translations, finished up to Book 6): Why do all the fan creators paint Jun Wu as such a bastard? I guess you could read some lowkey abusive vibes into that relationship if you squint. Maybe it's a translation thing?

Me, now, having just finished Book 7: Ohh, yeah. That'll do it.

#sable's brain junk #heaven official's blessing #heaven official's blessing spoilers #tian guan ci fu #tgcf #tgcf spoilers #they really got me with the cliffhanger ngl #mei nainqing is a real one tho i definitely warmed up to him a lot #trying to have 'the talk' with xie lian while he's literally being held hostage bc he can't turn off mentor mode #mans has been on that grind for a thousand years and he ain't stopping today

[sablegear0]

New silly jjk headcanon that has come out of working on a fic. It was initially a quick experiment but I liked the addition to the dialogue so please consider:

Six Eyes lets Gojo see "subtitles" for whatever Inumaki means when he speaks in food-words. (All interpreted via body language, expression, and tone with his extremely tuned perception, but the result is something akin to 'seeing subtitles')

#sable's brain junk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #inumaki toge #jjk headcanons #man just has a heads-up-display all the time

[sablegear0]

“I’m the Shit” satosugu getting together

“Like a Million” satosugu post breakup/getting back together fixit au fluff bc I need them to be happy at least half the time

#sable’s brain junk #pomplamoose #<- is the name of the band btw #guess who’s listening to music and having otp thoughts #man their covers are great but the original stuff hits so hard #satosugu #gojo satoru #geto suguru #busposting

[sablegear0]

“Like a Prayer” but it’s super wholesome hualian fluff

#sable’s brain junk #heaven official's blessing #xie lian #hua cheng #hualian #that’s it that’s the post #busposting #bonus points if someone animatics this to the pomplamoose cover #which is where the thought came from

[sablegear0]

Tumblr: Hey we see you’re interacting with this mobile ad a lot-

Me: Yes, I am reporting this AI photobasher ad for being malicious.

Tumblr: Cool thanks for interacting with it so much, I guess you want to see it more??

Me: No, now I am reporting it for appearing too frequently.

Tumblr: Woooww so much interaction you really like this ad huh? Have it served to you SOME MORE.

#sable’s brain junk #griping #tumblr ads #anti ai #at least the flashing inbox alert one I reported seems to have been removed

[sablegear0]

Just now realized a thing I desperately want to will into existence:

A cover of “Ecstasy of Gold” done wth the Metroid Prime synths.

#sable’s brain junk #metroid prime #can you imagine #someone get synamax on the horn

[sablegear0]

Thinking about @molagboop ‘s world-building about Chozo allopreening and realizing I may have accidentally/retroactively incorporated something similar into Electrochromic and now I feel like I should lean into it.

Because really (realistically?) it makes perfect sense that allopreening would be the way Samus expresses affection for people, at least early on before getting more accustomed to human social behaviour (and probably even after, just because it’s what she’s used to). I imagine, and have already established in EC, she’s not one for hugs or casual contact. That’s weird mammal stuff that’s been relegated to a very distant part of her memories. But allopreening has become reflexive for her, it’s low-contact, relatively innocuous, and you can get away with it around humans because they just tend to think you’re fussy about appearances. But the truth is she does it because it’s how she shows she cares. Her new human friends don’t have feathers to idly preen but they wear a lot of layers and adornments, all of which can use the occasional gentle adjustment.

In a military setting, if there’s something wrong with your uniform, you’re most likely to hear about it when your officer tells you off for it. Yet despite her apparent disdain for authority, Samus seems to care a lot about her squadmates’ kit. And yes, part of it is that she doesn’t want to have to stand around while someone gets jacked up by their CO for looking sloppy, but the main reason is that’s just her way of showing friendly affection; making sure your bars are pinned on straight or picking lint off your jacket or straightening a cuff or collar here and there.

Because to her, that’s just how you show you care about someone. Because she grew up with Old Bird gently picking the knots out of her hair, then showing her what a bent downy feather looks like so she could return the favour. Because Grey Voice would help clean up her scrapes from training and she’d spend a few minutes straightening the covert-feathers on his shoulders in return. Because it’s not an entirely alien gesture, it is something humans do and appreciate, and she takes a lot of comfort in that commonality.

I’ve already written it in at least once, maybe twice; in “Iron and Sulfur” she and Adam take a pause to neaten one another up before the officers’ formal, and in “Prussian Blue” there’s a brief moment she adjusts the fabric wrap that Adam is trying on. Adam, and probably Ian and Anthony too, would likely be on the receiving end of a lot of this casual preening, being the people she’s closest with. (But also perhaps because she has keen enough eyes to notice when things are awry, and also perhaps because something about all the extra bits and bobs on Adam’s uniform strike some particularly corvidy part of her brain.) I like to think they’re fine with it, even used to it, once the initial confusion about it wore off.

This habit was probably the singular personal-space transgression she would commit towards her coworkers, who she would otherwise try to keep at arm’s-length. Adam especially, who she would avoid contact with in all possible cases without explicit permission, except idly picking fuzz or brushing dust off her mildly puzzled CO. Adam probably saw it for it was pretty quickly, though I imagine Ian initially took it for an awkward kind of flirtation - which in some contexts it could be, for Chozo, but that’s not how Samus intended it. Anthony probably didn’t think much of it, any sign the weird new girl was more comfortable with the group was a good thing.

With fewer close friends now later in her career, the habit shows itself less frequently, but when it does, it’s often entirely subconscious. Samus might find herself rubbing grime off the unfamiliar bounty hunter she’d run into for the last few jobs, or brushing dust off the Marine captain she’d been working with the past couple weeks, and realize - perhaps with surprise, or even concern - “Oh, I see them as a friend now.” To an outside observer, it may seem like Bounty Hunter Samus Aran has some slightly odd ideas about personal space, but from her perspective, it’s a tacit assurance of “I care about you.”

#sable's brain junk #headcanons abound #metroid #metroid series #samus aran #electrochromic #i don't think i've touched on it much in stranger facets #but maintaining android!adam would absolutely fall under this too

[sablegear0]

“Girlfailure”? Excuse you.

“Womanfailure.” I am in my thirties.

#sable’s brain junk #girlfailure

[sablegear0]

White No-Face is definitely firmly on my short-list of achievable cosplay ideas now. I hope Heaven Official's Blessing gets some more attention in North America, it'd be cool to be recognized at cons in costume some day instead of having to explain myself.

It seems like it'd probably be a lot of fabric but if my guess at the actual garment construction is correct, the sewing should be easy. Also I have at last mastered the art of contact lenses so I won't have to make a mask that accommodates my glasses. Thank goodness.

Some kind of group cosplay would be fun but maybe kind of hard bc no one I know bears any resemblance to any of the cast. Not that that's unreasonable, all things considered - no one's mythologically gorgeous after all. I am however the only person in my friend group that has long enough hair to not need a considerable wig.

And, you know, is familiar with the series XD

#sable's brain junk #heaven official's blessing #tian guan ci fu #tgcf #glasses gang #gotta up my cosplay game it's been literal years #contemplating printing temp business cards for any time i'm in costume so i don't have to explain i can just hand people a thing #'hi i'm sablegear and today i'm cosplaying [character] from [media]!' #'(also here are my blog and art/social links)' for good measure