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Obey me and sleep
Yet another self indulgent post because I can!! Feel free to disagree though.
Lucifer
I think he’d like to sleep on his back and super still most nights. Doesn’t talk or snore in his sleep, but if he’s having a particularly bad nightmare, I think he’d mutter in his sleep. Definitely always the big spoon.
Mammon
Not only does he snore, but also he talks frequently in his sleep. Sleeps usually facing the door on his couch or in MC’s bed facing the door. MC definitely has a video recording of some of the weirder things he’s said in his sleep. Some nights he is the big spoon and others he’s the small spoon. I also think that if he’s having a nightmare, he would thrash about in his sleep so good luck with that MC.
Satan
I don’t think he would snore or talk in his sleep at all, but he’s definitely the kind of guy who would toss and turn all night. Fall asleep with him by your side? Wake up with him at your feet kinda way. If he’s having a nightmare, I think he’d crunch up in his sleep. Good luck with being a big or small spoon, but maybe you’d start off the night with him being the big spoon.
Asmodeus.
This man goes to sleep at a certain time, has a face mask on, and in the cutest pajamas he can find. Usually sleeps towards you or towards the wall. If he’s having a nightmare, he clings to you really tight. I think he’d also like to be the little spoon most of the time.
Leviathan
He snores in his sleep and clings to you in his sleep. Wakes up super embarrassed because he was clinging to you all night. If you manage to convince him that you like him in a romantic way or don’t mind the clinginess; I think he would start shamelessly clinging to you before bed. Big spoon or small spoon, I think he doesn’t mind being either so long as he has a hold on you.
Belphegor
This man has slept pretty much everywhere and even in weird places like storage closets or under sinks. Good luck trying to get him to sleep in bed for once, but if you do I think he’d be shamelessly clingy to you at all times. Can be either a big or small spoon. I also don’t think he’d have many nightmares because most of the time his sleep is dreamless. If he does have a nightmare, be prepared to be woken up and have to calm him down for a little while.
Beelzebub
I think he’d also toss and turn in his sleep, but not as bad as Satan. You could fall asleep with him facing you and wake up with him on his tummy for instance. Would try his best not to wake you up when he goes for a late night food run. If he does wake you up or if you’re already awake, he’d definitely offer to bring you something back! Likewise, I think he’d also try to not wake you up when he’s having a nightmare, but sometimes the nightmare is so bad that he’s crying and it wakes you up. He’s upset at first, but once you reassure him, I think he’d feel a lot better about it. He’d end up being the big spoon most of the time, but if he’s had a nightmare I think he’d prefer to be a small spoon!
Purgatory House 
I like to picture that you have lots of sleepovers at this house, so more often than not you’re sleeping in a big cuddle pile! Solomon mumbles in his sleep and sleeps away from the pile. Simeon sleeps toward whoever is sleeping next to him. Luke tosses and turns, but also not as bad as Satan or Beel. If Solomon has a nightmare, I think he’d accidentally have his magic flare up and wake up the whole pile. If Luke has a nightmare, I think he’d end up crying and you all would snuggle him to make him feel better/ reassure him to feel better. If Simeon has a nightmare, I think he’d try to keep it to himself and you probably wouldn’t find out about the nightmare until days later.
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an-albino-pinetree · 2 years
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Blue rolls over onto his back, pulling you into his chest. Yellow crawls in beside you both, as Green joins you on the other side. Red and Bing sort of pile on top of all of you. Much to the chagrin of the other Googles, and there is hushed grumbles shared between their communication link.
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mournfulroses · 6 months
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Ada Limón, from "Shelter: A Love Letter to Trees," published in June 2022
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catilinas · 5 months
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The wind blows their ghosts to the ground
line (loosely a translation of iliad 6.146-9) from memorial by alice oswald, embroidered onto a ginkgo leaf i found on the ground
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marlynnofmany · 3 months
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This is genius. Off to search the kitchen for new character names.
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bestjeanistmonster · 9 days
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Dc au- felt like being goofy
…but since Shadow is raising these plants i think we can classify this as a case of passing on generational trauma.
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disruptiveempathy · 3 months
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At times, the original flora [of Palestine] manages to return in surprising ways. Pine trees were planted not only over bulldozed houses, but also over fields and olive groves. In the new development town of Migdal Ha-Emek, for example, the JNF did its utmost to try and cover the ruins of the Palestinian village of Mujaydil, at the town’s eastern entrance, with rows of pine trees, not a proper forest in this case but just a small wood. Such ‘green lungs’ can be found in many of Israel’s development towns that cover destroyed Palestinian villages (Tirat Hacarmel over Tirat Haifa, Qiryat Shemona over Khalsa, Ashkelon over Majdal, etc.). But this particular species failed to adapt to the local soil and, despite repeated treatment, disease kept afflicting the trees. Later visits by relatives of some of Mujaydial’s original villagers revealed that some of the pine trees had literally split in two and how, in the middle of their broken trunks, olive trees had popped up in defiance of the alien flora planted over them fifty-six years ago.
—Ilan Pappé, from The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine
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bluerosefox · 6 months
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Fenton Ethics and Test Tube Babies
In order to get the funding they need for their Ghost stuff, Jack and Maddie Fenton had to do some... rather illegal things when they left college.
One of them was testing alien DNA and seeing if it was compatible with human DNA.
However getting their hands on Superman's DNA or any of the main Leaguers would be far to hard for two up coming scientists and would run the risk of them being caught. Instead they set their sights on some of the younger aliens.
Such as Starfire, or rather Koriand'r.
They manage to get their hands on her DNA, and also her boyfriend (Nightwing) at the time and began to test it. They felt unsure with what they're doing but they needed the funding and in order to make themself feel better with what they're doing they decided if they were test her DNA with someone she was seeing it would be... better for their own conscience (it doesn't make what they're doing okay but they think so)
Eventually they succeeded in the testing! A baby can be made between a human and a alien.
HOWEVER because we know how the Fenton's get, they kind of go ahead of what they were only meant to do, which was just to TEST the compatibility of the DNA. Basically the paper's before the test phase.
With them getting tunnel vision on this project... They create said baby.
Then before they could show off that creating a new baby via test tubes actually works, they were told that the paperwork they were working on were going to be given to a new team, thank you for your work, here is the money for your ghost stuff, and have a good day.
The people who hired them then just leave.... Without knowing about the newly made baby.
Jack and Maddie name the baby Jasmine.
A few years later when little Jazz asks for a sibling... Well they bring out the old test tubes and papers.
And even though Starfire is no longer dating Nightwing, her new partner Red Hood would make a wonderful male donor for their future kid.
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burningvelvet · 7 months
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Percy Shelley doodling while helping his wife edit the draft of her first novel, Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus (1818):
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The idea for the story was devised in mid-June 1816. The draft shown here was written between August and December 1816, and it was revised until April 1817. The book was published January 1st 1818 when Mary was 20-years-old. She was only 18 when she conceived the story, as her 19th birthday was on August 30th 1816.
Source: The Shelley-Godwin Archive online
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inkskinned · 1 year
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sometimes i think about the span of human existence and how if you spread your arms out in a long line and said my body is acting as a poem of all the universe's birthdays, the smallest sliver of your furthest nail would be our entire history as humans. and you, doing this, feeling your sternum crack into place because you're-getting-old and all of your bones crunch these days: you are the universe, measuring its own timeline. you're the memory of a starburst saying i gave birth to humans at the tip of my finger.
and i think about how crocodiles have been around for way longer than that fingernail and how sharks have been here forever too and how there are sea cucumbers that understand time like an angel would; their ages so astronomically long that i get dizzy looking down into them. i think about my dog, and how i am so fantastically ancient to him (an impossible number, staggering) and how, at the same time, i can order my life in eras of pets-i-have-loved and how my childhood died when my cat did.
and i wonder if the earth does the same thing, if nature keeps time in epochs. if the tree in the house where i grew up said oh a new family and got upset when one by one we all left for college and left behind our climbing and screaming and birdhouses. that same tree collapsed during a bad storm this winter; heartbroken. the whole inside was a hull, shivering and empty. it missed our roof by a whisper, almost like it held itself together so it couldn't pass a hole into the house it's been looking into for years now. the people who took it away clicked their teeth. it was a hundred years old, at least.
there are things that went extinct in my lifetime. there are memories that don't extend to the tip of the finger. four years ago, for the first time: i saw a bald eagle in the wild. ever since they've been sprouting strangely in my life, their origami frames hunched in a racket of brown feathers. something in the motion of wild animals braced against the new england weather - like we all (all of nature, all of the fingertip) have the same shared hate when it's cold sorrow. like in years and years and years of history we never really evolved a better method than to close your eyes and brace yourself against it.
i saw a butterfly today, staggering drunkenly in the early spring air. it's too early for her other friends. i want to tuck her back into bed and say it's not your time yet! her life like a pinprick in my own. in butterfly school they'd have to stretch out their scales and say - at the end of your furthest wing is where you are in the life of a human. she is in my life, isn't she. something about how my heart seized at the sight of her, so brave and lonely and unfair; and how it snowed yesterday (and will snow again, probably), and how, in spite of that, she was out there and flying.
something about waking up this morning and thinking - i'm too old for this. how my hips and knees and back all make new noises. how the other day at a grocery store i picked up the gloves an older woman had dropped, how she'd laughed and thanked me - i can't bend down like you young folks anymore.
something about the theory that there's been no visible life on other planets because we are too early. that we are the first butterfly of spring. all this bravery. we know it is probably hopeless, and still we go. breathless, the same tactic - we brace against the cold.
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Obey me and cooking!
Hello! I cook quite often at my house and I was just thinking what it would be like to cook in the devildom! Not sure if I made the boys seem a little not smart here, but this was fun to write and think about from the perspective of a southern woman compared to the dishes they mention from Asia.
MC doesn't know how to cook? No worries! I think these brothers would compliment you for just suggesting you order food for delivery or going out to eat. If the MC wants to learn how to cook, I'm sure the brothers would take turns teaching you how to cook different devildom dishes. I also think that they would brag to each other about what they taught you to cook and how good of a teacher they are to MCs cooking journey. As for learning to cook human world food, I think they'd rope Barbatos into teaching you and them in the process. (Since it's canon he helped cook human world food during lesson 8s Diavolo's camp retreat at his castle.)
If MC knows how to cook human food, I think the brothers would each spend a lot of time watching you cook. They're very fascinated with some of the methods and ingredients.
"Hey MC, what did you say this ingredient was again?"
"It's a bell pepper, mams."
"Mhmm… so you mash all these ingredients… and you get.. meat bread?"
"It's called meatloaf, but it's not exactly a loaf of bread."
"Sounds weird, but I'm sure it'll taste good."
Lord help one of these brothers if you manage to convince them to help you chop up an onion.
"MC, why are my eyes watering?"
"It's an onion they do that."
"That's super weird, MC. You have weird ingredients in the human world."
I think there's a lot less confusion when it comes to MC baking some sweet treats.
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marlinspirkhall · 6 months
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Humans sending out signal after signal, message after message, space probes, emails, photos, light shows, intergalactic fireworks, all in the hope that they're not alone: Please reply, please reply, please reply, ple–
Aliens, screeching across the universe in a brand new FTL ship: CAN YOU SHUT UP? WE GOT YOUR FIRST ONE THOUSAND MESSAGES, DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND HOW BIG SPACE IS?
Humans: oh my goooooosh, hi
Humans: Did you invent faster than light travel just for us? 🥺
Aliens: NO!!!
SETI: Radio message received.
Radio message: We are receiving you. We have decided to answer you in your own language, and–
SETI: New radio message received.
Aliens: Oh no.
Radio message: We have received your previous messages pertaining to life on Earth, and have included our own data packet about life on Big Tree in return. We named our planet before we learned it was only 30% arboreal. Thank you for the golden disc, it was extremely tasty. Haha. Just kidding.
SETI: Data packet downloaded. Decrypting...
SETI: New radio message received.
Radio message: As previously stated, we are receiving your messages and your gifts. We took a photo of our planet with our own photo-capture device, as we were unhappy with the one you provided.
SETI: Data packet update: Warning: Several terrabytes of information may be corrupted.
SETI: New radio message received.
Radio message: This is the Generation Ship Tree Hollow. My designation is Captain Root-Skygazer. Our people have instructed us to fly ahead and communicate with you when we reached the thirty-year marker, as these messages are likely to reach you faster. They request that you stop broadcasting messages with the subject line: 'Oh, how woeful it is to be alone in an uncaring universe (and other similar poems)' because it frightens the children and makes our scientists deeply existential. I, personally, am partial to episodes of M star A star S star H. It has been of great interest to learn historical facts about the longest Earth conflict of your common era. I miss my home, and I am saddened that I will never see yours. This ship has a self-sustaining ecosystem of plants native to our planet, and a crew manifest of one hundred and fifty-seven. The replacement generation currently numbers one hundred and seventeen.
Radio message: Hey, Ball Of Dirt, it's Big Tree again. Lose our number, would you? There must be some other semi-evolved space aemoba you can bother. (Several words untranslateable)
Aliens: Yeah, so your answering machine is going to be like that for a while–
Humans: What was that part about a Generation Ship?
Aliens: We were hoping you could tell us that, actually. We lost contact with them after the 200 year marker.
Radio message: This is the generation ship Tree Hollow. My designation is Captain Cradleroot. Captain Root-Skygazer was my grandfather. Inspired by the speeches of your contemporary leader, Ronald Reagan, I decided to restructure the existing system here which allowed crewmembers to eat as they required. Under this new system, we award tokens to whom we feel has done the most valuable work, and they can redistribute those to the hungry if they wish. But they do not. However, I believe that [...]
Humans:
Aliens:
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Aliens: This is all your fault, by the way.
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mournfulroses · 6 months
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Ada Limón, from "Shelter: A Love Letter to Trees," published in June 2022
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it-was-real-for-me · 2 months
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yes dog motif, yes pomegranate symbolism, yes fig tree metaphor, I hear you, but when are we going to talk about a walnut? you lower yourself to pick it up, knees wet and dirty with mud, you hold the earthly pebble coated in a layer of skin, scalp like, and you think if you just break it open with one sharp sting of the hammer that there would be a sweet reward in the centre, a fruit of your labour, but it is bitter and sad, and shaped like viscera, and your fingers are stained a yellow brown that will never wash out. when
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craneworms · 3 months
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the REAL reason why luffy and zoro understand each other so well is because they are both autistic & their love language is parallel play. no matter what they are doing they are always in each others line of sight. zoro always naps close to where luffy is messing around with chopper and usopp. luffy sits close to where zoro is training when he’s fishing. while zoro is sharpening his swords, luffy sits right next to him, feeding some bug he picked up from the last island and decided to keep. while they don’t always talk to each other, they come to understand little cues that indicate their thoughts and emotions thanks to spending so much time close to one another.
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mysterycitrus · 3 months
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mary and john grayson are interesting in the peanut gallery of dead parents because unlike pretty much everyone else, they exist exclusively in the before, and rarely the after.
both the graysons and the waynes are plot devices for tragedy, sure, the literal inciting incident to heartbreak, but while the waynes tangibly haunt the story in the manor, in their painted likenesses, in gotham as a whole, the graysons remain largely absent.
jack drake returned from the dead only to die again. sheila haywood smoked over her son’s body. david cain heard his daughter speak and wept.
but who are the flying graysons? aside from phantoms their son thinks of fondly. their ghosts are crucial to literally everything. they must fall, they must hit the ground, and their son must watch. but what happened before? they live in the pocket anecdotes for every passerby who happened to be at the circus that night. they are a poster on the wall. they are the colours worn by children. but they still exist in absentia.
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