#Inject ideas with life | Concept

[fracturesofvoid]

Intro / About me

[Image ID Image 1: A banner of 9 concentric stars. From inside to outside the colours are black, white, dark grey, very dark grey, black, very dark purple, dark purple, very dark purple, black.

Image 2: An icon of 9 concentric stars. From inside to outside the colours are gold, purple-black, very dark purple, dark purple, mid purple, purple, pale purple, purple-black, very dark purple. /end ID] This is my blog where I talk about / indulge in my alterhuman identities. It will also include some Amasui & Autoalterhuman/Autokin content since they are semi-important parts of my identity. Will have original posts as well as a lot of reblogs! Whatever reminds me of my non-human aspects ^^

You can call me Void or Retro or Mutt She/her | They/them | voi/void | ix/ix | ( Really anything except he/him or things based on it, eg. h#/h#m, is okay by me ) Dashboard icon is my voidkin flag. Dashboard banner is the vesivoid flag. Sidebar icon is my purplehearted flag

Tag scheme under the cut

"Sketching parallels to understand | Heart" - Otherhearted "It falls apart because it's now a part of us | Fracture" - Fractic "Do you remember when the stars were much higher? | Stel" - Constellic "So I walk in streets unknown | Quoi" - Quoiian "We are complete‚ our souls are fused | Kin" - Otherkin "The only melodies that I could ever call mine | Sonar" - Musisonar "Down other lines we would have been the same | Emportule" - Emportulum "I write your name down in my heart | Home" - Heart home

"Our bodies and their silver just a loan | Species" "Inject ideas with life | Concept" "To redefine the lines of flesh and dirt | Entity" "I devour it all‚ every colour and every shape | Object" "Straighten out your fiction | Character" "Tell me now‚ are you really listening? | Sound" "I realised that art can never true be separated | Aesthetic" "Fractals in a palm of a single tree | All"

Tag system is based on lyrics from area 11 songs!

[partofmycharm]

Prayers

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Pairing: Female Reader x Male Yautja

Synopsis: You’ve been trying for a baby with your Yautja mate for a while now.

Content Warnings: struggling to get pregnant, happy ending, SFW

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You’d heard him praying every night.

For a while, you’d given him space. It worried you a little, sure, because he’d never done that before. But the last thing you wanted was to make him feel that you were invading his privacy.

That was, until, you left the bathroom one night, having spent longer than usual.

You were on your way back to your shared bedroom when you passed the main area. Your mate never closed the door behind him, so you saw him, his head bowed, legs tucked underneath him.

Your living situation saw you both on the mothership—a temporary arrangement, and one that provided breathtaking sights of the space around you.

And that’s where he sat. In front of the alcove in the window. He didn’t watch the nebula they passed in the distance. Through the reflection, you could see his eyes were closed as he held his own thighs.

“…if Paya… grace us… blessing of a pup…”

You left quickly after that. There were no doubts that he’d heard you. But he never mentioned it—not a single thing.

You two had been together for a few years now. You’d always been toeing the idea of starting a family, it was never something you’d ever consider, but after settling into this new life, the concept was more compelling. With advanced medical technology at your disposal and seeing how family-oriented your mate actually was, it persuaded you into the idea.

So, you received the injections, the ones that made you able to reproduce.

But to no luck. It had been a few months, and never once did those tests yield a positive result. Your mate was heartbroken, but you tried not to be so down about it.

It broke your heart to know he had been praying for it every night.

And when you waited for him to come to bed, it’s all you could hear. Murmured words in his native language became church bells ringing through your skull.

He would always come to bed and hold you tight right after.

You decided to join him one night. When you knelt next to him, legs tucked beneath you, he looked at you.

You took his hand. He prayed with you, that night.

And when your pregnancy test yielded positive a few days later, you couldn’t help but wonder if Paya had been waiting to hear your voice that entire time.

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[yanderes-galore]

Darling escaped Wesker and is hiding from him, being constantly paranoid and all. She takes a hike and gets captured by the Las Plagas cult but before they can do anything Wesker arrives (because he was conveniently around, watching Ada). How would the reunion be like? - 🐈 anon

I was confused at first but found out you meant the Separate Ways DLC. Here you go! Did a concept as not specified.

Edit: I only just saw this was meant to be a female darling I'm so sorry, but I hope you like it despite my mistake- 💀 The only gender related thing is in one thing Wesker said anyways-

Yandere! Wesker "saving" Kidnapped! Darling

(RE4: Separate Ways)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Kidnapping, Possessive behavior, Stalking, Violence, Thoughts of murder mentioned, Forced relationship.

The whole scenario just sounds unfortunate for you.

From one bad situation to another.

Then potentially back to the first one.

Escaping Wesker is a feat within itself.

He usually always has an eye on you although he isn't as deadly as he is in RE5.

He may even be impressed that you managed to slip by, if not annoyed.

Not only is escaping a feat but hiding from him is also an achievement.

So to stay away from Wesker's sight you hide in the woods.

For awhile you learn to survive.

You take hikes to stay in shape and find food as you go.

You yearn for your old life... the one before Wesker.

Hikes have been the only way you were able to cope.

At least... that was until you encountered Los Illuminados.

The reason for taking you in could be for any number of things.

However the most likely reason would be for experimentation.

Injecting people with Las Plagas makes the cult grow.

It just so happens you were a vulnerable target.

They most likely had no idea who you were (unwillingly) connected to.

As a result you are chased and dragged to a cell for later use.

Around this time Wesker would've sent Ada to look for the amber he needs for his virus.

He may have even asked her to find you if she was able to.

Wesker is no doubt searching for you ever since you managed to leave his gaze.

He'll admit it's felt... odd to not have you around.

He doesn't like the feeling of being unable to hold you, feel your warmth, or breathe your scent.

As a result he's been on edge.

Not only must he make his virus but he also needs to have you by his side again.

Imagine his surprise (and anger) when he sees footage of you being carried away through Ada's lenses.

Wesker knows if they hurt you he's going to gut them all.

Plans have changed. He orders Ada to keep an eye on you while looking for the amber.

He's finally found you again... and he plans on retrieving you along with the amber.

As a result you end up meeting Ada.

You have no idea she's working with Wesker or why she's here.

All you know is once she sneaks into the prison and stands in front of your cell, you're saved.

Wesker most likely didn't say why you were so important.

He doesn't need Ada to know your past.

You and him have had history, romantic history in his eyes, and he'd just about blow up this entire island to have you.

If Wesker really can see footage through Ada's cameras then he watches the screen intently.

You look so dirty, malnourished, and unkempt.

He can fix that once you're back in his arms.

He wonders as he watches you if he should be punished.

However, the fact you were kidnapped by the cult seems punishment enough.

It only proves the reason he took you in to begin with.

You're weak without him... you need him in order to be stronger.

Surely you'll learn such a lesson by the time he comes to pick you up.

The moment Wesker comes onto the island, he calls Ada and demands she brings you to him.

Until then he watches the island to catch sight of you.

He's been patient with you... but you have to come back with him now.

Right where you belong.

It's a sad sight to see.

You trusted Ada to save your life, what does she do in return?

She brings you right back to Wesker.

The moment your eyes land on the blonde haired man, you try to go the other way.

You shake your head but Ada nudges you in front of her.

"You've managed to retrieve them, but what of the amber?" Wesker asks Ada before beckoning you closer.

There's silence between you as Ada explains she still needs to find the item.

You feel betrayed as Wesker sends her away before turning to you.

"I applaud you for making it this long. But you must know you weren't going to last long."

You're roughly dragged into Wesker's chest as he checks you over.

He's checking for scratches and signs of any parasite you could've been infected with.

If you were hurt his mind is set.

"For now... you're punished enough." Wesker tells you, but he doesn't let go. "But I'm not done here."

"You're going to take me back..." You whisper, defeated.

"This is only proof that you can't survive without me. You got yourself captured by someone else." Wesker frowns, annoyed.

"They won't leave this place alive. None of them will."

You stay silent, feeling Wesker stroke your head before kissing the top of it.

He hasn't been able to feel you in so long.

He feels you struggle a bit but he doesn't care.

All that matter is he has you again.

He'll make sure you're brought back onto his boat and watched.

You're coming back with him.

Meanwhile, he'll make sure there's nothing left of the cult that took you after he's obtained the amber.

[undaughtered]

i’m pro choice and religious also but i’m curious if you could expand on how your pro choice beliefs are informed by your faith bc i’ve always felt like mine are in conflict w each other and im very curious bc ive never heard that before!

cw: mentions of rape

in the story of the immaculate conception we are faced with two options to account for the palpable power imbalance between mary- a young, unmarried, working class jewish girl living under a violent colonial power- and god.

the first option is that god is an authoritative, patriarchal god who subjects creation to his will. mary is not really given a choice in the matter of her pregnancy, and her utterance "i am the handmaid of the lord" is thus made under coercive circumstances, a faith born out of fear as would be typical for a young woman in her cultural context. in this scenario, mary's life only becomes worthy of protection after her pregnancy. she is sanctified not through her existence but through the injection of christ into her womb. in this scenario, because mary is coerced in a deeply imbalanced relationship, she is also a victim of coercive rape. jesus is thus the product of rape, and while this argument infuriates christians, this is the underpinning to pro-life ideologies. women are not worthy of protection until they have a child. they are justified not by their own existence but through their relationships to cishetero masculinity, of which god (in this scenario) must be the pinnacle. mary is not and is never worth more than the baby inside of her, which is a god.

of course, the attributes of god in this scenario are largely antithetical to what we know about god, especially what we know about god in a theological context. (such as: the spirit that covers mary in her impregnation is a feminine spirit, the shekinah, not a penetrative masculine entity. in fact the whole of mary's story has very little to do with men: between the shekinah and elizabeth, up until joseph is actively called into the narrative, it is a story about motherhood and sisterhood, not about heterosexual union or male/female connection for the purpose of childbearing.) if mary only becomes sanctified after she becomes pregnant, then the theological underpinnings of christ's conception and his redemptive arc make no sense. christianity at its core is rooted in the idea that all people are uniquely worthy of life. to be worthy of life means also to be worthy of dignity. since mary is the first to believe that christ is the son of god, the one coming into the world, she is the first christian (along with mary magdalene, the first to believe christ returned from the dead- two women named mary are the first to take up the two basic tenets of what it means to be christian); which means that god knew mary was worthy of life and this, worthy of dignity, before she became pregnant. it was mary's womanhood specifically that deemed her as worthy of dignity, because god could have chosen any way to manifest himself in the world but he chose to be the child of a woman.

this god- who is keenly aware of and yearns to give life to his creation, which cannot be bestowed without a deep and enduring respect and elevation of their dignity- cannot be an authoritative patriarchal figure, since that figure is incapable of upholding the life and dignity of a young, marginalized woman. this also means that, since god is not capable of violating creation's dignity, he cannot have coerced mary into pregnancy, meaning that she could not have been raped, meaning that by definition, mary was given a choice. in fact, this is suggested in the lucan narrative by her verbal consent to become pregnant: "let it be with me according to your word." this isnt a passive submission to god's will, because god does not desire passive submission from those he loves. it is an active choice. god wants us to choose him just the way we, as people, want those we love to choose us.

and we can sit and debate omniscience and omnipotence and predestiny, and whether mary really had a choice if god knew she would simply say yes, but i like to humble myself before god and not pretend to even remotely understand his thoughts. i only know what i can see, and what i can see is mary's verbal consent, and the nature of god as it has been revealed to me.

i cannot believe in a god who would violate a woman's dignity even for the most noble of reasons, because that is not the god i know from scripture. otherwise he would not be of the material of pure love that i know god is because he said so (john 15:12, 1 john: 48 and 4:16). so for me the entire basis of christianity comes down to women's choices and their freedom to choose- in that house in nazareth, in front of the tomb in jerusalem, but never once does the god that i know take away that freedom from his creation, whom he made because he loved. to whom he gives the dignity of choice, even when it leads us away from him, because he loves us. but he loves us enough to let us say no.

[stealingyourbones]

(INCOHERENT FUCKING SCREAMING)

SO THAT ZOMBIE SUPERMAN IDEA HUH

THAT INTERESTING THOUGHT EXPERIMENT OF A POWERED ZOMBIE HUH

Okay, okay so having read the DCeased comics now

I just, that's a lot. That's just, so much.

So NOW, instead of focusing on how scary superman zombie is, I want to see something a little more light hearted because what the FUCK (I'm sorry but that whole comic line is just, whoooooooo)

SO IN THAT VEIN

I need somebody on earth to receive a star sapphire ring. We need to add some hope into this comic line because it is FULL UP on angst already. Even though I'm really pleased with how they handled an apocalypse scenario without time travel, it's just, it's a lot.

So a star sapphire, spreading hope in the hopeless lost in the anti-life equation (I know it's not the same since there's death in it now but please I need this one)

And it needs to be Constantine.

NOW, hold on I have reasons for this. 1. he would hate the uniform. 2. he has faith and hope in humanity even being on the heel of it and seeing the worst of it. 3. it would be funny

Okay that's all I'm going to thousand yard stare now byyeeeee

For context; this is referencing an ask that was sent to me a few hours ago about a Superman Turns Into A Zombie concept where he’s akin to Diana in DCeased as a roaming slaying death machine and the virus being caused by Lex. A highly intelligent mega aggressive zombie Superman. Terrifying right?

I was then DM’d on discord about the idea and asked if Supes would retain his powers if he became a zombie. This lead to both of us reading DCeased up to DCeased Unkillables and positively loving it.

The scene referred to:

The ring you’re thinking of is the Blue lanterns not Star Sapphire! Blue is Hope, Sapphire is Love or Love Scorned. That would truly be a fascinating way to stop the Anti-Life Equation (the zombie virus is a organic techno virus caused by Death being injected with the Anti-Life Equation).

Being in an apocalypse changes you. Constantine with a Blue Lantern ring would truly be a sight to see (sapphire or blue lantern, he would both hate the uniform XD)

[youcouldmakealife]

Stuff That Helps Me Write: Procrastination Busting (Novelty Edition)

So, last week I was talking about the interest based nervous system versus the importance based nervous system, and how people with interest based nervous systems are driven by urgency, novelty, challenge/competition, and interest, versus the more common importance based nervous system, which is driven by importance (to yourself or to others), rewards, and consequences.

I don’t know whether ADHD or autism has a larger impact on my life — they often impact different areas, and they frequently compensate for one another in the areas they do overlap, when they aren't forming an unlikely alliance hellbent on my destruction. But my writing process is 100% run by ADHD. So because these tips are the ones that work for me, and my writing process is, top to bottom, ADHD as fuck, they’re probably going to be pretty heavily slanted toward ADHD peeps, though of course YMMV.

Tackling novelty first, because, well, of course I am. This can also appear as ‘novelty/creativity’, but honestly, I think that’s a little redundant: doing, say, a creative version of a task is simply injecting novelty, and I think novelty is a much easier concept to understand for most people than creativity is. Novelty can be boiled down to single words we learn the meaning of at a young age (new! Different!), whereas creativity has fifteen different definitions, every single one of which might spark debate. So for our purposes, I’m sticking with just novelty.

Here are some ways I inject novelty into my writing process:

Roll the dice.

This doesn’t have to be dice, though the 20-sided ones are absolutely great for this. You can use decks of cards, random number generators, slips of paper, whatever — one of the best ways to make yourself do a bunch of shit you don’t actually want to is to attach those tasks to numbers (or colours, or suits, or whatever), and let fate decide. This can work in a lot of ways: you assign each task to a number, say, or you roll the dice on how long you have to work on it, or what order you’re doing them in, or whatever. I tend to be much more chill about doing a task when The Dice are the ones telling me to do it. It’s stupid. It works.

Roll the dice (pt 2)

This is also a fun way to create prompts: say each number is a character. You roll the dice: okay, I’ll write about David. Now I’ve associated the dice with a word, or a concept, or whatever. Okay, David and touch. Insta-prompt, no creative thinking required.

Prompts

Speaking of prompts and lack of creativity: I have tricked you all. Oh ho ho. You think you are getting a fill to a prompt you want to see (and, admittedly, you are, as long as I haven’t wandered off course, which cannot be guaranteed), but in return I am getting writing ideas without actually needing to have them! I don’t think I would be able to write 100+ stories a year if I had to think up every single idea myself, but if you outsource the creativity — well, win-win. Someone gets their prompt filled, and I get the spark of inspiration I need to fuel my writing.

Obviously this one needs to be adapted just a bit for other scenarios, but you can gather inspiring things (lines from books, poetry, lyrics, whatever) for future inspiration, you can look for online writing prompts or tell yourself you’ll write to fill a category (senses, say, or seasons, or elements, etc etc). Basically, if you don’t know what to do, forcing yourself to respond to a prompt, or follow a theme, often provides just enough constraints for creativity to happen.

When you’re stuck, move on to something else

It’s very common productivity advice to focus on just one thing and do it start to finish before you move on to the next. Don’t do it.* It’s a trap.

I do agree with the ‘one task only’ advice inasmuch as multi-tasking… doesn’t actually exist (if we’re talking something like ‘writing and listening to music’, or ‘doodling during a lecture’, that can go great, but that’s not really multitasking, so much as adding complementary stimulation. If you’re trying to, say, write an essay during a lecture, at least one (and probably both) of those tasks will suffer.) but beyond that, no.

It’s probably great advice if you’re neurotypical but I genuinely cannot think of a worse suggestion for anyone with low frustration tolerance and fucky dopamine. I hit an obstacle in that ‘just one thing’ I am doing? Cool, great, guess it’s time to stop doing it forever.

If you’re working on several different things (especially if those things use different skills and/or headspaces), when you get stuck on one, you can pivot to work on something else and let your subconscious do all that cool underrated stuff in the background, and maybe when you return to it you’ll have figured out a way around whatever your obstacle is. And even if you haven’t, at least your frustration tolerance will have been reset.

If the project you’re doing isn’t working for whatever reason, especially if you’re growing frustrated (nothing good ever follows after the point you snap at your blameless computer), do something else, and come back to it when you’re in a better headspace. Some things you have to muscle through for various reasons: say, you procrastinated on it and it’s due tomorrow. But most things you don’t. So don’t.

*I’ll straight up say I can ‘do just one thing’ for longer periods with less stress now that I’ve been medicated, but it was an awful, painful process when I wasn’t, so I still don’t really recommend it for those who have fucky dopamine.

Do! Multiple! Projects!

Yes, this can bring us to the ‘start 17 projects and finish none, don't you dare look at my WIP folder’ ADHD trap, but there’s a pretty good place between extremes. The main reason I work on multiple series at a time (plus outtakes!) is so that if I’m stuck on one, or it’s not inspiring me, or I’m just not in the right mood, I don’t have to stare at my blank screen feeling like a complete failure, I can just scoot on over to work on something else that's calling to me. Do I always do the most important thing? Or the one that’s due next? Or even the one I want to work on? Perhaps not, but I do spend the vast majority of my writing time actually writing, which is more than a lot of people can say.

It helps to have projects in different areas of your life and different stages of completion, for extra variety (and therefore novelty), just beware the ‘I have 5% left of this project to do, shouldn’t take more than 7 years’. When you do reach that final stage, that is when it’s a good idea to get laser focused on ‘just one thing’.**

**Big caveat with the above tips on NOT focusing on 'just one thing' is that I’m specifically referring to ‘typical’ tasks, not hyperfocus. If you’re hyperfocusing on something, and it’s not hurting you (ie keeping you from feeding yourself, basic self-care, sleeping, genuine obligations, etc), you ride that high as far as it takes you, baby. The ability get 5 days of work done in 5 laser focused hours would cost a fortune if they could replicate it, by all means use it to your advantage. But you do need to rest and recharge after: it drains the hell out of your mental resources and cannot be depended on indefinitely. It’s the very best tool in my toolbox. If I use it without allowing myself to recharge I will lose access to it indefinitely.

Change something about the process

It doesn’t need to be a big thing. I can switch from using my laptop to writing by hand. Or write in my bedroom rather than my office. A lot of my internal resistance to tasks is ‘this is boring’ — I’m lucky that doesn’t often happen with writing, because it’s inherently interesting to me, but sometimes you’re just stuck, and a change of scenery, of tools and equipment, of context (say, go write the POV of another character if you're stuck on a scene) is enough to shake the blah. I’m going to go into that in a lot more detail when I hit ‘interest’ and ‘challenge’ because those are both great things to inject when things have gone stale, but a lot of the time, it doesn’t matter what the change is: the fact there was a change is enough.

[ianthe-is-a-bitch-and-i-love-her]

@st-just, in reference to this post.

Here's my more in-depth review of The Faithless, if you're curious.

The Locked Tomb is something of a special case of queer norm fiction. It took me a while to figure out why I loved tlt so much when I was so cold on all other queer norm fiction, but I do have an answer.

The thing about tlt is that it's queer norm in the sense that queer characters and relationships are utterly unremarkable... but it's also not queer norm because there is no norm. The worldbuilding in tlt is deliberately sparse, such that we have no idea what a normal family or relationship within the Nine Houses even looks like! We know Harrow's parents were married and had her. We know that Magnus and Abigail are married but don't have children. We know that Corona and Ianthe have parents. We know that children can be grown artificially in vats. We know that marriage for political alliance is a concept that Harrow is aware of. And as far as I can remember, that's it! The worldbuilding is a black box, and nothing that we can glimpse in it is strained by unremarkable queerness, which is a very rare thing.

The Locked Tomb also injects other elements that resonate with me as authentically queer. Probably the biggest one is that the characters, in addition to being queer, are horny and weird about it. Like, I know that sounds trite to say, but of all the wlw books I've read, I would say a plurality are pretty chaste, and most of the ones that aren't are fairly tame or understated in the level and type of horniness on display. There's a lot to be said about the overlap between the queer community and the kink community that is way beyond the scope of this post, but without even touching Harrianthe bone sex and Nona's vore thing, one of the first things we learn about Gideon is that she owns porn magazines. It is vanishingly rare for fiction to acknowledge that people have or use pornography, let alone queer characters, let alone in a value neutral way, but a lot of queer people owe some part of their self-discovery to porn, in whatever form. The books are just full of unsanitized, "impure", queer desire, and that's both resonant and uncommon.

The last thing, I think, that makes tlt stand apart from queer norm fiction, is that the queer normalization is localized. In Nona the Ninth, we see life outside the Nine Houses, and it is messy. Pyrrha gets misgendered and stereotyped. Her gender identity is misunderstood and disrespected. The polite fiction of perfect understanding and tolerance of a lot of queer norm settings falls away completely. If you want to take a particularly meta read, you could argue that since the Nine Houses are not an emergent culture but a society designed and created by John, a queer man from our time, that he acted as an author and deliberately enforced queer norm standards on them because if he was going to be God, then god dammit he was gonna have his queer utopia about it.

The locked tomb deals with queerness in its setting in a really novel way that works very well for it specifically, and I really enjoy it. You could argue whether it counts as queer norm or not, because it very much blurs the lines. Something queer about that too, yeah?

[sonicasura]

Alternate idea for TFA Optimus being stranded on Arachnus Seven instead of Elita-1. First off he doesn't turn into a spider. Nope, I'm going for another creature that lurks in caves but tend to eat critters like spiders: BATS.

Fun fact: Optimus Primal's original design had been a bat before it was replaced with the gorilla we know and love. As for the OP here... I'll going for multiple inspirations so he can truly be alien like. Mainly because the 'bat' Animated became was an equal level predator to the Arachna Seven Spiders.

This four winged species which I'll call 'Arachna Nebulas' went extinct due to outside interference as the bat genus in general are very sensitive to changes in their environment. We all know what happens when an ecosystem is heavily disturbed. Optimus was lucky enough to find intact enough remains to become Vetaleus Prime.

Vetaleus being a word play on Vetala, a mythological vampiric bat like entity that takes over cadavers. Fitting as in a way OP is dead whether it be to those he once knew or his old self. For Arachna Nebulas, it's from the Cosmic Bat Nebula that can be found in Orion's Constellation.

Now I have two types of inspiration for Vetaleus Prime. One from the real world while the other is media consumed over the years. For bot mode, I introduce you to Yu-Gi-Oh's King of the Feral Imps and Digimon's VenomMyotismon.

Considering he had remains for this reformat than an alive specimen, OP's techno-organic nature has glaring differences when it comes to his modes. His thick fur becomes large mane like clusters around the helm/wrists/ankles while thinning out half way down his torso as defensive measures shift to the bones of the secondary wings become spikes and horns.

A 33 ft bulky frame meant for sheer force whether it be large powerful claws n talons, sharp piercing teeth to drain a prey's life, powerful tail that can flatten, or even large ears which can hear an ant breathe. Vetaleus Prime's bat like face doesn't help in portraying his gentle yet nervous nature and his still Autobot colors remain under scrutiny. No stereotypical evil Fateswap OP's in this house.

Onto the Arachna Nebulas' mode, I have fictional inspiration alongside three real world ones. Meet the Golden Crowned Flying Fox, Vampire Bat, White Honduran Bat and Monster Hunter's Paolumu!

Optimus is very fluffy in alt mode as the Nebulas' thick fur prevents the spiders from injecting their venom into him. Akin to the Paolumu inspiration than just visage, there's a special air sac in the neck that allows the species to not only float but also spit large blasts of pressurized air if their hammerlike tail slaps don't do the job. Here's the boss fight from Monster Hunter World for further details.

Vetaleus Prime's alt mode is built with the 'bob and weave' concept. Dodging the opponent's strikes while landing your own attacks on them. His larger upper arm wings makes it easier to move and adjust his trajectory in float as the secondary protects the less fluffy parts of the body.

In alt mode Vetaleus has more animalistic mannerisms. Growling, purring, roaring, and whining to convey his mood. He grooms himself like any other animal much to confusion of those around him.

Those mannerisms are still present in bot mode but Optimus tries not to unless alone or around others he trusts. He can't escape from nesting though. One of the ways to our bat bot can make himself feel comfortable and safe.

Like with Arachnus Prime, Vetaleus Prime goes into self exile knowing that Cybertron will never accept him. He ends up on Earth because of poachers who visited Arachnus Seven to capture some spiders to sell on the black market. A conflict that leads to a crash landing before canon occurs.

Optimus here has a more harsher craving when it comes to organics as his primal nature no longer has those giant spiders to satisfy him. It isn't uncommon for the deer and bear population to decline but also poachers or illegal hunters to disappear. You can say Vetaleus Prime holds a feral grudge on this specific group. Unless he has a good supply of oil than Cybertronian are in sheer danger from a feral episode.

Vetaleus craves companionship but isolates him due to fear. He has hurt others before and doesn't want to harm innocent people or much worse a companion. A fear made more apparent from his feral outbursts if refueling needs aren't satiated.

Ways to sustain this primal nature becomes more difficult once Vetaleus is forced to make the sewers his den. Stealing from food delivery trucks WILL happen if he cannot find ample resources in time. A desperate action that solidify his cryptid status as the 'Detroit Devil', escaping with the quarry in hand before anyone fully sees him.

Vetaleus Prime does his best to remain being hidden and indulge soothing hobbies like reading or knitting than cause people potentially dangerous strife. A task that might become impossible when the past ends up in Detroit. Or the haunting realization of what can happen should Vetaleus fail to satisfy his other side.

Team Elita-1 best be careful. An innocent monster is just as dangerous as any other. Optimus rather not sink his fangs into someone he considers a dear old friend but evil will not miss an opportunity like this...

That's it for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you back at the crossroads between Detroit and Cybertron! Now Transform and Roll Out!

[fabuloustrash05]

In one Tottmnt episode Mikey and Ron are discussing how mutants are created and Ron tells Mikey to inject his mutant blood into him so he can mutate into a mutant as well, and Mikey is unsure if that'll work/what it'll do to him.

Idk if that was a reference, but that's literally what happened to Jennika in the IDW Comics. Leo injected his blood into her (she was dying of blood lose or something) which saved her life but also mutated her into a mutant turtle in the process.

Another thing though, Ron asks about the idea of a human turned mutant and Mikey makes a comment along the lines of how he's not sure if its even possible since all other mutants he's met prior (and later in the series) were all animals first.

My first immediate thought was MONA LISA!!!! Most of her iterations (87 and IDW) shes a human turned mutant, so playing with the mutant concept more in this show, Mona would be a great candidate to explore that topic of a "humans turning into mutants" era if the show (or movie sequel) decides to go that route in the future.

[communistkenobi]

The Managerie as an episode in TOS is so fucking bleak, like it has such a despicable understanding of disability re: what happens to Christopher Pike. The especially horrific thing is that the show seems to take an even more essentialistic view of disability beyond what is understood within the (traditional, deeply problematic) medical conception of disability. Like his disability in the show isn’t even really a “medical” condition. You have this near infinite capacity for medical knowledge in the Star Trek universe, with McCoy having these cure-all instruments and drugs to save people from virtually any ailment, but these medical miracles are completely separated from disability itself. Like, all these medical and technological discoveries still cannot produce a communication device that allows someone who can’t speak verbally to do anything more than beep yes or no at people. And I understand that most of the time McCoy’s medical expertise is used for plot convenience, he’s there to save the day when something whacky happens, but the show doesn’t attempt to think beyond that.

And it’s made explicitly clear that Pike still has the full ability to communicate with and understand people, mobility is the only thing prohibiting him from doing so. And this is framed not as a failure of medical technology, nor even a failure of the social imagination to construct a device for people with mobility limitations to be able to communicate effectively - it’s framed as pure tragedy, something contained fully within the body of Pike himself that cannot be touched by external forces, a tragedy so individual that no outside social or technological devices can overcome it. It goes even beyond the standard ableist trope of “oh look at this disabled person using an assistive device so they can live their life properly, how sad” (which would be horrible enough on its own!), it instead says to the audience that disablement fully prohibits any ability to live your life at all, that medical devices cannot save you - they cannot even help you. I remember when I watched that episode I kept thinking like, dude just build a text-to-speech machine! Just make a magical brain speaking device to attach to his head so he can communicate or something! You’re Star Trek, you’re a utopian space future, McCoy regularly injects people with Cure All Injuries drugs, this isn’t hard!

But the show is epistemically incapable of considering that, because in this universe disability is so essentialised, so deeply contained within the body, so fundamental a fate, that no technology or medicine can touch it. It’s so fucking horrific, and that episode stands out as one of the bleakest ones I’ve seen - not for reasons the episode states (“isn’t it sad he had an accident on the job and can’t move or speak now”), but because the show cannot even entertain the possibility of a future where a workplace accident that disables you physically isn’t an automatic and permanent death sentence. it forwards the idea that disability itself is outside the scope of utopian medicine, which is why Pike’s disability almost doesn’t even feel like a medical construction in the show, it feels like a fully separated class of human being that is fundamentally different to the rest of humanity

[cosmiischillin]

Twilight Town AU: The Ragdoll Monster

In the original Ruby Gloom, Ruby was essentially the lone “human” of the group. She does live with a cyclops, a skeleton, a banshee, conjoined twins, ghosts, a bat, and three crows/ravens. In addition to Twilight Town, there’s also a witch and a fallen angel. Now I do say “human” with quotes since she’s described a lot as ragdoll-like if not straight up a ragdoll.

So I’m gonna describe and sorta layout what type of monster, my process in creating her, and what I have planned for her for y’all to read below.

The Ragdoll Monster

So in the AU, she is explicitly a living ragdoll. I think it’s a general agreed thing in the fanon that she is a ragdoll in the likeness of Raggedy Ann. To be honest she reminds me of Strawberry Shortcake a lot more.

With that in mind, I gave her all those little stitches on her body and even alongside her clothes since I think she looks adorable with the patchworks and wearing a lot of textile knits. I even made it a special ability that she can sew her body parts if she ever ends up injured though you’re better off not letting her bleed

The Dark Side

So it is planned already that Ruby is more than just a sweet looking face. This part of her design was based on the earlier versions of her character. The darker and very much goth version before the show. I was inspired by these snippets from an interview about her and some artwork of her

She also has a lot of inspiration from Coraline, in fact her eyes were gonna have little white spots to look like buttons but I couldn’t get them to look right hence her big eyes now.

Now for her really dark side and Lore. Her monstrous side is based on two things. One is the creep factor of dolls and puppets and the other is vampires.

I didn’t put him in her mood board but Ruby got some inspiration from Wally Darling such as his creepy little stare which gave me more ideas alongside the early ruby works.

Now the vampire part was added when I began concepting classic monsters into the AU. Out of nowhere I began to draw Dracula with a regular doll version of Ruby. I love the concept so I expanded it.

Lore and Backstory

Dracula and other vampires can turn humans by having them taste vampiric blood so, to test it out, Dracula got a baby ragdoll then injected his blood into the doll’s insides. Miraculously the ragdoll was brought to life though she appeared to be like a normal infant with an overly cheerful disposition. It was only then she showed abilities that not even vampires could possess. Dracula decided to name her Ruby and sewn up the rest of her appearance, calling her his daughter. At some point, Dracula hired the Raven brothers to leave his castle with Ruby to a place she could be safe from humans and to record anything new powers she develops.

Ruby has lived in the Twilight Town Mansion for now 17 years. She is upset that humans see monsters as nothing but evil and dangerous creatures that should be destroyed hence why she creates her new Blog, the Good n Gloom where she will be able to show that monsters are just like them If not a little creepy and kooky. But that doesn’t mean that when push comes to shove, she’ll do what she has to do in order to help her friends.

I hope you like this slightly longer post talking about Twilight Town! This is the first time I got to go in full about the lore and what has been done for these characters! I guess the vampires are kinda different from the classic movie version ^^:

Next Character: The Banshee

[invivoinsomnium]

(Might not be as dark as you imagined, but I want to mix it with my preferences) You signed up for an experiment ran by a new hospital because you were strapped for cash and the experiment would reward you with loads amount of money. As you read the agreement, you noticed that the payment will only be transferred to you, and after the experiment is successful. You think nothing of it and signed it. You entered the hospital, was told to wear this specific outfit of the hospital robe and a set of bras, panties, and shorts with a material texture that you had never seen or felt before. You entered the waiting room, filled with around 5 other young women, just chatting around, befriending each other. You talked to them and another 2 women came in shortly after. Soon, the numbers are called, one-by-one. Everyone was anxious and curious what's the experiment is about. When the 2nd woman was called, the first woman hasn't came back yet, so you assumed she got transferred to the next room. When it was your turn, you were wheeled off into the medical room, suspiciously looking like a vaginal examination room... or a delivery room. They removed your robe, put you on restrain and was told to bite a piece of cloth and the staff came and injected your belly with mysterious fluid. Soon enough, your belly began to swell rapidly and within minutes, you were now overdue. You felt a rush of fluid coming out of you and then whatever it is that's inside you is coming down. You panic, but can only grunt and push the thing inside you out. You feel the burn and the shorts that are still intact, making it more difficult to get the offspring out. Almost 2 hours later, you were exhausted, but whatever it is that you pushed out of your body is out of you, lodged into your shorts, along with all of the fluids. "Impressive. She's the strongest candidate so far to be able to do it. But we'll need more testing. Bring in the next woman." The doctor said before you went unconscious.

Honestly, this was a very interesting concept.

I love the idea of signing up for am experiment due to the fact I'm short on cash and not knowing what exactly the experiment is for. In a way I suppose you could connect it with medical impregnation or forced surrogacy. I'll admit, I'm not a fan of the clothing birth, I don't why it's just not something I have been interested in. I'd prefered to be naked or have what ever I'm wearing lifted up so that my large contracting belly is on display.

The restraints and belly expansion was a nice touch, I don't mind a little rapid pregnancy here and there. To watch in dismay as my belly slowly stretches with life, to know that I am powerless to prevent it from rounding and reaching full term. Fear gripping me as my belly button is pulled flat and then suddenly pops upwards, knowing that soon I'm going to be in labour. I love the fact that it's not revealed what I'm carrying, it could be human or alien or something else entirely.

The opening ending is so good, not know my fate but knowing that this won't be the first tie my belly swells with life.

[ophanstears]

Honestly a Finn/Fern dynamic between Flowey and Asriel would be awesome

but to answer the question seriously (note: i havent read your fic yet, but i plan on it since im a sucker for Flowey content) i think that Asriel being dead while Flowey is all that remains is more a symbolic thing, the kind Soul of Asriel dying around the time that Flowey began playing with the timeline, leaving only the emotionless flowey, the kind goat monster's personality having bled away as Flowey began to let curiosity dictate his actions

does that make sense?? probably not idk

AN ASK FOR LIL OL ME???? You know what that means!!! BIG YAPPING INCOMING! (I should mention this little fun what-if has nothing to do with my fic!!! so you are all good :D ) It's more like, we know that when Asriel died, his soul shattered into pieces like it would with any (boss) monster. We can assume that if there is an afterlife, that Asriel is probably in it... though, there is a lot to say about what the visual of the shattering or disintegrating of a soul symbolizes, maybe something akin to passing on, or that they straight up just disappear and there is no afterlife? Either way, the monsters seem to believe in multiple? forms of it. One of them is that the essence of a monster lives on in whatever their dust is spread on, and it is that very essence that, when injected with determination, brought Flowey to life with all of Asriel's memories and personality - in a way, he is a clone of Asriel. After Flowey is unable to find comfort in his parents, he attempts to take his life, only to realize that he doesn't know what would happen to a soulless being like him in death. It would imply there is no afterlife for him, and that is what terrified him so much that he was able to go back. Thing is, we know that Flowey is not a reliable narrator! There is a lot of theories that he is not as soulless as he thinks he is, and he has displayed actual love and care multiple times throughout both the game and also the alarm clock dialogue. Perhaps a monster doesn't need a soul to have compassion and love for others, or maybe Flowey has some kind of a soul, he just doesn't know it or doesn't want to admit it! It's kept very vague and I LOVE that, in ambiguity you can find a lot of different ways of storytelling to work with.

In fact, we don't even really know how souls work? Not to forget that humans and monsters work so differently. We know that souls hold power, some more, some less, and that for monsters, they serve as a sort of anchor point between a being and their body. One cannot exist without the other. Flowey completely breaks that rule by existing! He doesn't need a soul to be himself. All that was needed to create him, to bring Asriel back to life, was his dust, his essence. A part of his body. And despite that, he can still do magic, he is still himself and he is alive.

Anyway, the idea I had worked with the concept was: WHAT if Flowey somehow had his own soul, OR he doesn't need a soul to get into an afterlife, and he meets Asriel there! I think it is this Adventure Time clip that first gave me the idea:

There are a LOT more, Fern is a lot like Flowey like, it actually makes me SICK LOL. Anyway. Asriel and Flowey are practically the same person, but Flowey has gone through so many more hardships, so much more trauma both emotional and physical, and it was all pretty much self-inflicted through his own time loop shenanigans. I am not saying that Flowey is a different person from Asriel, rather, he is AN Asriel who was forced to come back after losing so much he held dear to. So, reuniting both Asriel, who died the day he refused to kill humans and was able to pass on the way he was, and the Asriel who was forced to live on... Is kind of messed up? LOL??? Because they are so similar!! But Flowey has gone through so much more that changed him. In a way, Flowey is looking through a mirror to see a more perfect and pure version of himself... at one point that thought might have infuriated him, but I think with current Flowey? It'd just make him kind of sad? I don't know! There is a LOT you could do with that kind of prompt, y'know? How would Flowey react to finding out that technically, he is a clone? Does that make him Asriel? Does he deserve to call himself that, after everything he has done? Is he just a worse version of himself? What was the point of any of this? I think the most heartbreaking thing is that Asriel would be so kind to him.

[mecachrome]

Hi I would love to hear about the elaborate secret wag au you hinted at in the pastries post if youre up to talking about it. I think I need it injected directly into my veins I love it so much

ok note to self i have to stop calling things elaborate when in reality i mean that i think about them really hard before i fall asleep and then promptly forget anything interesting afterward. but of course i'd love to discuss this very vague universe some more!! :')

honestly this is all an extremely self-indulgent exercise because i'm just a huge sucker for the combined secret relationship + famous/non-famous trope, and i will always read/write it for any ship iteration that presents itself! like there is nothing i love more than understated displays of devotion, especially when it plays into the 4th wall socmed fuckery space of one half being famous and having an otherwise large social profile and the other being very lowkey and resisting any publicity about themselves... in that vein i can't tell whether the concept is super cringe & embarrassing (well i can & i know it is, but the question is whether that is enough to Stop Me!!!) because obviously lando dating some Boring Dude requires a er... certain suspension of disbelief (also sorry for any unintentional disrespect to maxf), but what is fandom for if not making stupid shit up <3

anyway the secretwag concept also developed from two things, 1) how much i enjoy & endorse oscar's private-not-secret relationship philosophy + 2) lando's extreme loyalty to & dependence on all of his childhood relationships, so the idea kind of took root as "what if oscar→lando what lily→oscar (and also kind of what maxf→lando)" but just with more of lando's friendgroup dynamix & his streamer identity folded into the mix. the origins of their rship are what remain the most ambiguous & handwavey 2 me but in short they'd somehow meet when they were younger (maybe oscar is the same age as lando, maybe lando stayed in school longer, maybe oscar moved to the uk earlier and they met during their karting days... idk!!!) except then because of finances oscar decides to go into engineering and gives up on motorsport pretty early on.

(tbh i always struggle with justifying non-driverness in canon divergence fic because i'm like WELL REALISTICALLY oscar would just go into another professional racing category if f1 weren't feasible, BUT ignoring that) i think oscar would objectively be a super adjusted engineering student and would thrive academically / not stew in self-pity about giving up racing, so i really like this idea of like... sure, oscar is One Of The Lads, but unlike most people in lando's life who revolve around his work somehow or otherwise reflect his level of celebrity—drivers, the quadrant team, d-grade influencers & djs & social media personalities—oscar is just... Oscar. he's the smartest person lando knows and his love language is quality time and lando is the one usually doing acts of service for all his friends but oscar always wordlessly & unquestionably reciprocates that for him (lando annoying oscar into giving him a massage every night and oscar conceding immediately like ok... jon who❤️) and while lando has to go out of his way to navigate/manage the emotions of those around him and feels indebted to all his friendships he's never had to do that for oscar because oscar is the steadiest part of his life. and then obviously at some point when they're young dumb & drunk they get fucked up about it and start dating on the dl

(waves hands) anyway IDK but i'm just stuck on the image of like lando at 19 starting his first season of f1 and being raw and uncertain of himself and constantly catastrophizing about the future and trying to build out his brand and prove himself, and even like maxf is racing full-time that year, but at least he has oscar who's away at uni (in slightly aged up verse) and shows up at his place every weekend to ground him... like oscar never sugarcoats anything OR doubts himself OR needs lando to be any less open about his irrational fears so lando is like damnnn your cringefail earnestness and clear-eyed perspective of reality has kind of bewitched me *momentarily healed* etc. ft. domestic bants & the birth of master baker oscarpastry when covid hits and everything goes virtual & they quarantine together... lando starts streaming regularly and there's just this random dude in the background of half his streams and chat is like "???" every time like. Who is that + Why is he australian + Why is he cooking you dinner at 1am. his only social media profile is a private ig page with 50 followers.

+ after grad they keep living together and oscar becomes a wfh developer and i imagine him being very financially steady and self-sufficient but also like... deeply LAZY, so he has 0 ambition or intention to chase anything more demanding and is happy to just do his boring software job + be lando's househusband after hours LOL. like bringing lando pastries at quadrant shoots (ty chel 4 this image) between dull code reviews & expertly ducking away from the landolog camera & letting lando drive them around in his stupid gimmick cars and just generally toeing the line perfectly of being invested in lando's success and caring as deeply about motorsport as he does and even kicking his ass in iracing sometimes because he's kept up with sim racing but also keeping his ego in check and not making him engage in the world/politics/circus of f1 more than he has the capacity for on their off-weekends *__* finally lando is like babe i need to go commit tax fraud in monaco and oscar is just like ❤️ ok ❤️ we can move out tomorrow ❤️ and they find a tiny flat that's deeply overpriced but it's Them and it works. oscar plans his days off so he can go to half the races but nobody ever even notices him because the photographers don't know he exists.... except for maxv who lives in their building and met oscar once and was immediately like I Respect You #fellowsimracer so now whenever he sees oscar they get caught up in a conversation for like 30 minutes about random nerd shit and lando is very discombobulated about it every time. on the other hand maxf has been trying to be chill about lando of all people having been in a healthy committed relationship for the past 6-ish years so he frequently gets into trouble for making bad jokes about their sex life on stream that everyone thinks is them being homophobic etc. etc. ANYWAY YOU GET THE GIST OF IT!!!

[cringebuthappy]

So, here is my little essay for that one person who's interested in my idea.

First things first, my other fic. I translated it, as promised, and you can read it here. I was honestly very surprised that people took it so well. I should thank you for giving me the motivation and courage to share my little experiment with others.

Now to the concept. Its main idea is to describe my subjective perception of Mouthwashing plot, which I developed after watching the trailer and playing The Last One and Then Another. As the developers intended, I mistakenly thought that Curly was to blame for the crash (and thanks to the cake scene from the trailer, it seemed to me that he could sit and talk, lol. This also became part of my new idea), and the main point of the game is to understand why he did it. Around the same time period, I played Cruelty Squad and became so deeply imbued with the atmosphere of corporate suffering and torment of the flesh that I wanted to add it to my work. Depression Nap is the official theme of this fic, check it out.

Below are descriptions of cruelty and references to suicide.

The Earth is slowly dying. Natural resources are almost over, the air is polluted, Sun explosion is just around the corner, people are eating plastic. In order to somehow escape from extinction, humanity explores space in search of a habitable planet, and the most prosperous of people can already leave the dying garbage dump and start living on a large spaceship resort powered by the energy of another star (like in WALL-E). Companies like Pony Express specialize in delivering various stuff to colonizers and refugees from Earth.

Curly developed depression amid general hopelessness. Constant advertisements on TV are saying the Earth will die soon, streets covered in toxic smoke, everything is getting more expensive very quickly and is rapidly falling in quality. Curly is tormented by one thought: before all this is over, the situation will become unbearably bad. And it scares him.

Pony Express, this cheap and unethical company, receives an offer to make a delivery to the very space resort. It takes 5 years to fly there by cargo ship. Of course, during such a long flight, the crew members will simply tear each other apart from boredom. The solution is quite non-standard: to make boredom not a hindrance, to reduce the need for all kinds of pleasures. Create a so-called dopamine block by injection.

My friend, when I told him about it, said: "Yeah, so they have money for injections, but they can't give them a couple of board games and a TV with CDs, right?" Yes, but a couple of board games and cartoons won't help you last five years in isolation. In addition, they still need sexual satisfaction, and dopamine is also responsible for arousal. With one injection, you can forget about the human needs for five years. Minor side effects: problems with perception and the gastrointestinal tract.

One problem with these injections: they react very poorly to sugar. Therefore, there are only sweeteners on the Tulpar.

The dopamine block works poorly on the already depressed Curly, making him feel even worse. He sees the deplorable condition of his crew (imagine someone looking at the drying paint with a manic smile, drooling yellow from their mouth), and after four years of being in this mentally retarded hell, he can no longer tolerate it and decides to commit suicide.

The most painless and quiet way to do this is to swallow something in quantities incompatible with life. In a last rebellious outburst to annoy Pony Express, Curly decides to drink mouthwash, which he knew about due to his position as captain. But wait a minute: this killer mixture contains a huge amount of sugar. As soon as Curly takes a sip, the dopamine block in his head explodes with a huge bright flash. A star is born.

Emotions, desires, years of suppressed excitement pile on Curly at once, and he begins to go crazy. The chemical in his blood mixes with sugar and creates madness.

Fun fact: a lack of dopamine is a sign of schizophrenia.

"We will become great. Let's be reborn among the stars." says Curly during his birthday celebration and crashes the ship a few minutes later.

As I've already said, Curly hasn't lost his ability to speak, and his speeches are full of religious nonsense about rebirth through torment. While the crew is desperately trying to find out why he did what he did, he tells them about the great plans, cosmic dust and the incredible abilities of the human soul. In the end, he convinces the crew to open the cargo hold, after which everyone starts drinking mouthwash for their own reasons. Dopamine blocks break down, everyone starts to go crazy in their own way, converting to a new faith.

Let's look at each character individually.

Swansea. He's already familiar with addiction, but he drinks the most. He turns into a bodyguard, a warrior with an axe in hands, guarding the peace of his idol. Silent and emotionless, like a stone golem, he accompanies Curly, carries him around the ship and protects him from Jimmy's attacks. Realizing how meaningless all these years of abstinence and proper living had been, Swansea suddenly became empty and now can only follow simple and understandable instructions. His soaked brain no longer perceives joy.

Daisuke. He's a child who is looking for a strong mentoring figure, which is what Curly becomes for him. He absorbs all his crazy ideas like a sponge and retells them to other crew members, spreading the word of the prophet. He tries to be like an object of his adoration, like his role model, because he himself has no stable goal and no understanding of how to achieve it.

Anya. May all her fans forgive me, but in this universe she is a nymphomaniac. And before you try to strangle me, let me explain.

No, she wouldn't throw herself at every member of the crew in a wild fit of passion. Despite everything, she is still Anya, a modest and reserved girl. She aches with desire, but hides it deep inside, swallows it and continues to be obediently silent. She is like a concubine by the king's side - meek, obedient, confident in him, unconfident in herself.

Why is this necessary? Firstly, to create a striking contrast with the original and emphasize the evil irony. Secondly, to reveal one of the aspects of my hyperbolized dopamine explosion, which, among other things, manifests itself in increased sexual desire. Thirdly, to pay homage to the book/game I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream (listen, listen! I HAVE NO MOUTH THAT I MUST WASH), in particular to the character Ellen, who was chaste before the events of the book, but after turned into a sex addict (in the game she was sexually assaulted before the apocalypse).

Jimmy. Ironically, he remained the most adequate member of the crew, because he didn't drink mouthwash until the last moment. He was unsociable and communicated only with Curly, and therefore felt deeply betrayed when he crashed the ship. Despite a long and close relationship, Jimmy didn't understand how Curly's depression worked, and all possible reasons for his action seemed stupid and far-fetched to him. He misses the Earth a lot, misses simple joys like favorite dishes and sunny weather, and gets very angry when Curly, like a propaganda radio, broadcasts that Earth is bad and they need to forget about it. Jimmy is the only one who keeps asking Curly why he messed up everything, and when he gets a vague, delusional answer, he hurts Curly, and then tries to kill him, after which he is tied up, forcibly watered with mouthwash and left under Swansea's supervision.

Further events may seem a little strange. That's because I haven't really thought them through. Inspiration comes during writing, but I never got to this stage.

Six months after the crash, Daisuke, after listening to Curly, commits self-immolation, trying to become like his mentor and, according to his twisted theory, be reborn into an immortal disembodied being, carelessly plowing the expanses of space. Jimmy, taking advantage of the situation, puts pressure on Swansea's guilt and convinces him that this can't go on, that Curly needs to be stopped. Swansea frees Jimmy, and they head to the medbay, where Anya has already closed up with Curly and a gun. When Jimmy and Swansea do get inside, Anya, frightened by the axe, shoots the entire barrel at Swansea. Scared and angry, Jimmy picks up an axe and rushes at her. In result: Anya is killed, and Jimmy is left alone with a rotting source of insanity, hallucinations and addiction to mouthwash.

Jimmy continues to live on the ship with Curly. Oh, look, the captain has become normal again! He's grown over his skin, started walking again!

'course not. There he is, Curly, lying dead. He died shortly after the rest of the crew. Jimmy was left with corpses and a nonexistent friend pouring sugar poison into his mouth and ears.

After an indefinite amount of time, the Tulpar, floating freely through space, falls on the radars of that very resort ship. A small shuttle with a reconnaissance team separates from it and decides take Jimmy to the base. Jimmy, obeying an imaginary Curly, kills everyone in the shuttle, gets behind the wheel and directs his kamikaze ship at full speed directly into the side of the resort ship.

Because we survived for a reason, Curly tells him, putting his nonexistent hand on his shoulder. We've become prophets, we're obliged to enlighten humanity. Through torment, we will all be reborn and become stars. Careless deities living in the boundless cosmos.

WITH YOUR FEET ON THE AIR AND YOUR HEAD ON THE GROUND

TRY THIS TRICK AND SPIN IT

YEAH

Yes, I love Fight Club.

Well, that's all. The ending is open, but I think it's quite understandable. If you want to discuss something else, let me know, I like to chat. Thank you for reading my little flight of fancy.

[is-this-yuri]

I have a few questions.

What was the start of the blog like? (Or, what was the content you posted back when this blog was new?)

And, how are you doing today?

Curiosity, the backbone of a mobile mind. What a gentle expression of interest, subtle and polite. Through pretentious sounding philosophical monologues, I attempted to express a simple idea: everything is yuri.

We can trace this idea back to the Buddhists and their concept of Yin and Yang. Two opposites that depend on each other to exist, that are essentially the same despite being diametrically opposed. Whenever one is present, the other usually is as well. They fluidly become each other right under our noses.

Shyness brought on by a crush. Performance anxiety. Rivalry indicating obsession. Tension and catharsis. The cycle of life.

I read about this concept distilled into a brilliant love story between two girls. The author of said story (Iori Miyazawa) happened to give an interview in which he said some very abstract things about the nature of love and how he conducts his storytelling, and it became a meme. But an underlying message of his work resonated with me.

Everything is yuri, because everything is love, sometimes openly and sometimes parading itself as its own opposite. Every birth and death of a star, every coming together and bouncing off between atoms, every awkward greeting and tearful goodbye, it's all the same thing. You can tell this story an infinite number of ways, because it's the story of existence. A romance story between two girls is a wonderful way to do it.

Conclusion: I started this blog partially as a joke to capitalize on a meme, but also to subtly shine a light on my understanding of human nature and inject a message of oneness and connection similar to the idea of nondualism.