#Synph

[10asui]

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iz my tyfayl (can't spell) TY 10Asui for inspiring me to make one

Don't panic, it's just synph :)

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[perpetualstateofrot]

SYNPH 17

[blackevermore]

x I wanna post the lyrics but now that I'm listening to to write it down idk what I was going through but ummm

Ex:

Bury me/underneath/take out my heart and plunder it/tear me down/and take it/no symphony and no sound/ mercy not real and I am heartless

But like...in the tune of 80s gothic synph

[supersoldier-of-asgard]

Numinous (3/?)

•Describing an experience that makes you fearful yet fascinated•

Characters : Irondad + alien!kid

Summary : Diaries of Ruva Synph ; human researcher of planet Nomus & Tony Stark ; inventor, superhero and inhabitant of planet Earth.

Warning : contains Tony’s space PTSD and weird descriptions of human actions 

Intro Part 1 Part 2

Masterlist

Property of Tony Stark

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I’m selfish.

It’s been weeks since she´s been here and I’ve never checked up on her after she had fainted.

I didn’t even know if it would help, for I have no clue how alien biology works. Though, I managed to sit down and talk to her about her planet and did find some things I could help her with.

She was sitting in front of the TV and was watching some animal documentary, and I suddenly got the confidence to sit next to her. I didn’t speak a word, but it was progress for me.

Suddenly, she commented on something the animals were doing, and thus started a question-and-answer round where I told her about animals and humans (for as far as I knew) and she told me about the ones on her planet.

“I have seen these creatures walking outside, but they were small,” she had said.

I explained the concept of ‘pets’ ,which only lead to more questions which I had no answers to.

Like “Why can these lions not be pets? They are as big as creatures on Nomus and quite tameable.”

What am I supposed to say to that? I did learn now that they have animals on her planet too, and they’re apparently about the sizes of lions or larger. Considering her length, this is quite a surprise. Although I know she’s still a child, I have no idea how big she can grow so I wouldn´t know.

This led to me asking some questions, and my fascination just grew and grew. We spoke a whole two hours without me having a panic attack! Until I prompted her to show me her real self.

It was my fault, but I thought I could handle it after she told me what made her different than humans.

Apparently we grow to about the same length, but because the rotation on Nomus is almost twice as fast as ours, their lifespan is shorter. Moreover, they grow faster and sleep more frequently.

“Most of the time when I hide, I sleep,” she had confessed,” in one of the rooms.”

She did seem tired, I noticed, so I asked if everything else was alright. Considering the different circumstances we live in, her being here could actually kill her. Writing this down even gives me anxiety.

“The gravitation is much bigger here, and the planet is farther from the sun than Nomus.”

Aka she has difficulties walking and she’s cold.

The cold was easy to solve, and my sweater was kind of cute on her because of her size.

The problem was the gravitation, and I don’t know if I can manage to create shoes that are anti-gravity. I have to go against the laws of nature, but it’s actually not the first time so I’ll try.

So for temporary relief, I made her some roller skates so she could move around without using too much energy. Well, I bought them, but that’s a problem for another time. I already have an excuse if Pepper questions why the hell I bought roller skates. She will.

It´s fun to hear her roll around, red wheels zooming by my door. The giggles are better than the deafening silence. I think she´s growing on me, and I on her. at least if she keeps the facade of a human. 

The grey of her skin is off, too dark to be grey yet too light to be black. It´s a color not from this world, as if my eyes don´t have the ability to see it and instead fill it with a weird shade of grey. It´s perfectly plausible, and seeing as she can shape-shift, she can probably take on colors that don´t exist. But I won´t be able to see them so it wouldn´t matter.

Tonight, I followed her secretly to the room she sleeps in. It wasn´t hard to follow the sound of the skates, they echo around the whole building. The room was Pepper´s. Used to be Peppers, actually, when she was still my secretary and slept over occasionally. I never went in there. It was one of the many guestrooms, anyways, but seeing her slowly lay under the covers touched something in me. I don´t know if it´s bad or good yet.

On other news, I have been having better nights and almost got a full five hours of sleep. My dreams have been weird, though, and the fact that I can remember them is also weird. Usually I don´t remember unless they´re traumatic or ruin my view on things. 

But these were... good, I guess? Yesterday, for example, I dreamed about flying with the suit on under a star-lit sky ( which by the way is rare now that the sky is so polluted and the moon is barely visible). I was peaceful, the city was quiet and no commotion was anywhere the whole night. Then, I went higher and higher, flying in front of the moon and closer to the stars. 

Alas, I was floating through space. In contrast to New York, when I flew through the hole and almost died, I was thriving. The fear that I had felt back then, was replaced by a sense of comfort. I swam through space, looking down on Earth and it´s inhabitants and I had never felt that calm.

I don´t know what caused me to suddenly not have consistent nightmares when I close my eyes, but I have a feeling Ruva is behind it. I don´t know what she´s capable of, and for all I know she´s manipulating me and my mind. Why she would make me see it is beyond me, but we´ll see what happens. 

Tomorrow I will do extensive research and find out what she can and can´t eat. I don´t think she can live on water only for too long, and I can´t afford to have a dead alien in my house. 

Oh yeah, there´s also her mom. That´s also something I have to worry about. Maybe I should talk to Fury. Or Pepper, or Rhodey. 

Whatever, now that I can actually sleep, I will not take it for granted. I´ll deal with everything tomorrow.

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A/N : The beginning of this fic is going to be a bit boring, but don´t worry I have some things planned.

tags

tagging some to not let this flop. @unicornsxfandoms @imbrium-barnes @yes-captainstark @allithewriter @starksparker @stark-tony @starkboi-stucky

[aplaceformystories]

Prince and the Theif

Symph raised his arms in alarm as he saw the hand readying. He flinched away and closed his eyes tight, hoping to block the blow with his arms. He waited for the slap, punch, scratch....but it never came.

He managed only to open his eyes when a gloved hand caressed his cheek. The glove was cold to the touch. Silk. Symph slowly opened his eyes and lowered his arms, looking at the man who was treating him so softly.

Norcan looked sadly down at the theif in his room. He had been seeing the half orc man in his garden for many days. It seemed he finally found the nerve to enter his chambers. But he had not entered to steal, but to give. A small weed lay upon the prince's pillow.

" I wasnt going to hit you...what is this plant youve brought?" Came the firbolgs gentle deep voice, smooth as honey.

Symph couldnt belive the prince was treating him this way. He had broken in! Wasnt he going to be punished? Sure he had been sneaking into the palace garden for a month now and stealing flowers, and the prince had never said a word to the guard, but...

" I-its yarrow, Prince..." Came the hesitant reply. His voice was trembling.

Norcan moved away from Symph, picking up the flower and twirling its stem in his hand. The small white flowers were intriguing, to say the least.

" And why this flower? Ive so many blooms in my own garden. Why not bring me one of them?"

" I...I thought you may enjoy something different, Prince...Something to brighten your day. You always look so sad on the balcony, all alone..." The half orc explained softly.

Norcan turned and tucked the plant behind the theifs ear with a light graceful hand. He brushed some strands of Symphs messy black hair out of the way as he studied the vitiligo and freckle painted face.

"While that is very kind of you, you will not get what you want. I will not smile for you, nor will I for anyone else."

" Why not?" Synph asked with curiosity, his fear melting.

Norcan gave him a questioning look

" You dont know? Whoever gets me to smile or laugh will be my betrothed. Surely you mustve heard?"

The small theif shook his head

" I never heard that, highness. I only wanted to make you smile because i thought you were sad. Nothing more. But if that isnt what you want, I'll be going" He made his way back to the prince's window " Though, I cannot promise i wont return"

" You may return if you wish to waste your time, Theif. " Norcan said with a shrug as he watched symph go.

Part of the prince hoped that he would be the one.

~~~

This went on for some time. Symph would come to the balcony bringing various small trinkets.

" A crystal I found in the street" he explained, handing the prince a plain translucent white stone which looked drab among the prince's jewels.

" A song from my fathers ukulele" he said before playing a delightful, wonderous melody that Norcan had heard a hundred times before.

" A seedling that will grow into a lovely tree" he confided as he set the sapling on the balcony.

These things were all worthless to most, but to the prince were things of beauty. He loved the time he spent with the theif. One day he had a request.

" you may find this strange, but just...let me try something" Norcan said.

Symph was shocked to see the crown being lifted from the royals head. And he turned a strange shade of poppy red as it was placed upon him. It was heavy. He dared not move, for he did not want to ruin or lose the sacred piece of platinum.

They both waited, staring at eachother. Motionless. The theif was the first to break the silence.

" Highness," he said in a strained voice before something magicial happened.

Their lips met.

It was a dizzying whirlwind of colors and feelings and magic. It was over too soon. But when the prince pulled away, symph saw it.

A smile.

" You would make a wonderful prince. You have made me smile in secret so often. And seeing you look so regal, well" he chuckled " That confirmed it"

The other man couldnt speak. He finally got to see the prince smile and it was absolutely magical. He had gotten to know Norcan so well over this time, and finally seeing it...it was something else.

" Thank you, prince. But are you sure i am what you want? Im just a pauper. I'm sure you could have anyone else..."

Norcan shook his head " no, you are the one for me. Please, please be my prince charming?"

Symph let himself smile too

" Only because youve stolen my heart"

[danny-appreciation]

Stuck and how (1364 words) by Mix Stitch Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Danny Mahealani/Scott McCall, Derek Hale/Scott McCall, Derek Hale/Scott McCall/Danny Mahealani, Derek Hale/Danny Mahealani Characters: Derek Hale, Danny Mahealani, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: Future Fic, Polyamory Summary:

Danny is the glue.

[fanfiction-masterlist]

Must Love Kids

Summary: After his last job ends with the family moving to Star City, Dick takes a job as a live-in nanny for Bruce Wayne's two children --his young daughter Cassandra Cain-Wayne and his infant son Damian.He's expecting things to be just like some of his other jobs, with a wealthy parent too busy to care for kids that are all but starved for affection. He's not expecting the Waynes' kind of family bond and he's certainly not expecting to fall head over heels with his charges' handsome father

Fandom: Batman

Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson

Author:  MxS (Synph)

Status: Ongoing

Words: 10,081

Rating: K

Read it here:  http://archiveofourown.org/works/5197964/chapters/11979221

[bloop-bloop-cat]

iz my tyfayl (can't spell) TY 10Asui for inspiring me to make one

Don't panic, it's just synph :)

@10asui

[supersoldier-of-asgard]

Numinous (1/?)

•Describing an experience that makes you fearful yet fascinated•

Characters : irondad & alien!kid 

Summary : Diaries of Ruva Synph ; human researcher of planet Nomus & Tony Stark ; inventor, superhero and inhabitant of planet Earth.

Warning : This story will contain Tony’s Space PTSD (message me if you want me to add something)

Introduction Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Masterlist

Property of Tony Stark

-

Dear Diary,

That’s how you start this, isn’t it? I don’t know, I have never done this before.

So why start now, you ask?

The answer is simple : Aliens.

A couple days ago—or a week for all I know, a little girl no older than 16 knocked on my door and fell limp into my arms.

To my horror, the normal human skin she first had, faded away into a weird shade of grey with markings that swirled around her exposed arms and face.

I managed to carry her into the lab and lay her down on the couch before I had my toppling panic attack. I have been having them a lot these days, and the main reason is somewhere in my house at the moment I’m writing this. I don’t even know where, I just try to avoid her as much as possible.

After I regained my breath and put my thoughts in order, I had JARVIS scan her for vitals. As if it all wasn’t bad enough already, he told me there was no pulse and she wasn’t breathing.

I managed to hold back another panic attack by reassuring myself that alien biology didn’t have to be equal to human biology, but that also meant all doctors were completely useless.

For hours JARVIS and I tried to examine her condition to find what was wrong, and we actually did uncover something while she was unconscious from what I now know to be exhaustion and change of atmosphere.

Her skin is incredibly thick, yet permeable, making it easier to stick needles through but hard to actually make a deep cut. ( don’t worry I didn’t cut her)

She ( I keep saying she but I don’t know if gender and sex work the same here as where she came from. Because she showed up as a girl, I will continue to refer as ‘her’ if otherwise corrected) doesn’t have lungs or any other breathing related organs, no chest movements at all.

After hours of waiting and contemplating what to do, her eyelids opened. ( they were almost sewn shut btw. Impossible to open)

There were no whites. Only dark blue covering every inch of her eyeballs. It was the blue that rivaled the galaxy I flew myself through, the sky that haunted me at night when I tried to sleep.

It seemed like I had swallowed my tongue, because when she finally spoke ( In perfect but simple english) I thought I’d faint on the spot.

“I finally found you,” she had whispered with a slight smile.

What the fuck does that mean? God, now there are aliens looking for me.

“My name is Ruva. I need your help, hero.”

I tried to hold my attention on what she spoke instead of her appearance as she told me what had happened to her. She told me she and her mother had crashed on earth with a space ship, and she could barely escape as humans came to investigate.

“I could not find my mother and the humans took our ship. I am scared they will find her before I can.”

Great, she wants me to break out her mother from wherever they take aliens, as if the government doesn’t hate me already.

“You, Tony Stark, are the only one that can help me.”

It’s been days since that, and I still haven’t said I would or wouldn’t help. I guess it’s kinda been decided already, since I haven’t called the police to take her away, either.

I don’t know why I don’t. Maybe it’s because I know humans and I know what they’ll do to her. Maybe it’s because she’s a kid (or looks like one) or because I want to know more about aliens myself.

While I’m still scared to close my eyes, to see the Chitauri ship floating through the unending galaxy, I’m fascinated by the universe, endless planets and life evolving into something better. For decades, humans explored space for a sign of life, and for decades we have come up with nothing.

Ever since New York, everyone finally got the answer. Some were delighted and excited, while some feared what was out there. I’m both these people, because I have lived through it and survived.

I saw how evil they can be, but there are also good aliens like Thor, a good hearted god (who I question the morality). I asked him if I could do some scans but he just looked at me in disgust and flew away.

So, as Ruva is scribbling in her own notebook with symbols I can’t understand, I am sitting at my desk writing my own shit. This could be a breakthrough for humankind, but also help me keep the world safe from more people like Loki.

Maybe she knows about the threats lingering in the universe and their vulnerabilities, a way to keep the world safe.

For now, I can’t let anyone know about her. Not Pepper and not Rhodey, and especially not Fury or SHIELD. Maybe I can protect the world AND save her mother.

As long as she isn’t a threat and her planet doesn’t come looking for her, destroying earth in the process, everything is fine.

Maybe it’ll even help with my attacks. You have to face your fears to get over them, right?

* Part 2

A/N : I know this is kinda short but it’s still kind of the introduction. I have re-written this so many times and I’m still not entirely happy with, but it is what it is :)

Tagging so it doesn’t flop :

@allithewriter @alilblogger @lauxxury @dillpicklesunflowerseed @seiramili7 @notevenenglish @marvel-lously

[supersoldier-of-asgard]

Numinous (0/?)

•Describing an experience that makes you fearful yet fascinated•

Characters : irondad & alien!child (platonic ofc)

Summary : Diaries of Ruva Synph ; human researcher of planet Nomus and Tony Stark ; inventor, superhero and inhabitant of planet Earth.

A/N : this will be a blurb-like series! Inspired by those ‘humans are weird’ posts and Tony’s huge space PTSD.

I’m ignoring all canon btw ; Tony is in one of his houses tinkering at his suits, The Avengers are doing their own thing and the world is at peace... for now ;)

Introduction Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Masterlist

Property of Ruva Synph

Day 1 on planet Earth

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This is Ruva Synph, daughter of Ehdi Synph. Human behavior researcher and practicing illusionist

I am currently hiding under the surface of the Earth’s sea, as our crashed spacecraft 2067 is being examined by it’s inhabitants calling themselves ‘humans’.

My mother and I were on our journey to this planet to expand her research on human behavior up close, when an unknown malfunction revealed itself in our craft. We crashed in the main substance of the planet, and went detected by the humans almost immediately.

While I had the fortune of surviving, my mother is no where to be seen. I have searched for her before the flying vehicles arrived, but came up short. Everything is destroyed and unusable, including our resources and technology.

With my condition and the circumstances considered, I am determined to continue the research my mother and I initially came for. When I do find her and a way back home, the whole journey at least wouldn’t have been in vain.

It makes me hopeful that I couldn’t find her, because that reduces the idea of her dying in the crash. I will continue my search for her, but with no way to contact anyone or without leads there is nothing for me to do at this moment than to guarantee my own survival.

I will use the little knowledge of illusions that I have to make me appear human so I could roam the streets safely without trouble, and with any luck I’ll be able to find shelter and perhaps someone who is willing to help me.

Seeking help from the government is out of the question. My mother has told me all the cruelty they do with things unknown to them, dissecting beings just so they could gain more knowledge and stay superior.

I pray and beg that they do not find her and take her life. Perhaps out of fear of otherworldly creatures, or fascination and desire to improve human lifestyle. Whatever it is, I will need to find someone. Someone who has connections to the government, but would be able to go against them if necessary.

.

Tony Stark, also known as Ironman.

His familiar face is put up everywhere, and when I saw it for the first time I remembered where I knew it from.

The Chitauri attack of 2012 on New York City, America. Led by Prince Loki of Asgard, and ended by a group of proclaimed hero’s and their superhuman abilities. The battle that opened the door for other realms to sniff out their curiosity about the blue and green, preserved planet that no one had bothered to infiltrate.

It was this occurrence that led my mother to believe it was our opportunity to see the humans with our own eyes instead of picking through myths and old stories of others that had visited the Earth once millennia ago.

Tony Stark was the one that was brave enough to turn a missle through the wormhole and destroy the Chitauri ship beyond repair. I have found he did so with his own built armour made of materials on this planet, which means he possesses intelligence above the average human brain and high resources to afford his heroism.

I am taking the risk to contact him, his previous involvement with otherworldy beings raising the chances of acceptance and understanding. Maybe even help, if he doesn’t see me as the enemy. I know enough about humans to know that they put their lives above anyone else’s and will do anything they can to guarantee their own survival. No matter the cost.

It seems my only option at the moment, and my only chance at survival. This planet is already draining my energy little by little, and I don’t know how long I have until my illusion fades because of my weakness.

Let’s hope that Tony Stark is the solution.

* Part 1

A/N : This was the end of the introduction, the first page of Ruva’s diary. I hope you’re as excited about this series as I am! Part 1 coming soon.

Tag list is open!

Tagging @unicornsxfandoms so it doesn’t flop :)

[supersoldier-of-asgard]

Numinous (2/?)

•Describing an experience that makes you fearful yet fascinated•

Characters : Irondad + alien!kid

Summary : Diaries of Ruva Synph ; human researcher of planet Nomus & Tony Stark ; inventor, superhero and inhabitant of planet Earth.

Warning : contains Tony’s space PTSD and weird descriptions of human actions (may make you question life lol)

Intro Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Masterlist

Property of Ruva Synph

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Panic attacks.

That is what Tony Stark calls the jittery incidents he frequently finds himself in.

Usually, it starts with shaking of the hands, subtle, but disabling him from holding the tool he currently held between his fingers. His breaths will quicken but come out forced and shaky, eyes flickering across the walls and blinking of the eyelids rapidly causing his hands to rub against his face to possibly stop them.

He would sit back in his chair or slide against the nearest wall, avoiding looking in my direction. The first time, I thought that he might die, but when I tried to approach him he flung himself out of the room and locked me in.

Once, he had chugged a whole waterbottle in one go, his body sinking to the ground and the episode seeming to finish. Now, every time he begins to show a sign of a ‘panic attack’ , I will find a waterbottle and roll it his way before disappearing. I am the problem after all.

Humans tend to avoid facing their problems, my mom taught me, shoving them away until it is inevitable to handle them. Time is essential on this planet for solving problems, and while I do not have much of it, I intend to make alliances and learn as much as I can before things inevitably escalate.

Time goes differently on this planet, days passing by agonizingly slowly. On top of my continous exhaustion, my body has yet to get used to the planet’s high gravity. I pull my legs up with great strength and I can physically feel myself being pulled to the ground. 

I need an energy source, but all nutritions on my ship probably washed away, and I do not have a clue if my stomach is capable of digesting any human food. I have tried drinking the earth’s water, but it does not seem to give me any energy. However, it quenches my hunger and thirst and is the only thing I am willing to risk passing my throat. 

Tony Stark had offered it to me one exhaustif and busy night, tossing me a bottle carelessly and going back to his work. My illusion of a human girl must have made him forget who I really was, because when he looked at my confused expression, he just encouraged me to drink it without taking a second look at me.

When I finally dared take a sip, his mind seemed to have woken up with the sound of the cap turning, as his head snapped in my direction with wide eyes and stiff movements as he watched me down it down.

Moments had passed by before one of us dared speak, scared I’d faint again or die on the spot.

“So.. how do you feel?”

“Good. It has little taste.”

He had nodded slowly, huffing a shaky breath and turning off the screens, announcing that he was going to rest. I presume he expected me to die, and I myself thought to too as I nestled into one of the rooms in the mansion.

He had never appointed me a place to rest, probably not wanting to be around me for long. In contrast, I try to be around him for as long as possible. My cloaking magic is, however, not strong enough to hold for long due to the circumstances and the continous illusion I cast on myself as to not freak out Tony Stark even more. But the distance he keeps enables me from continuing my research, leaving me lonely in his unfamiliar house which I don’t know the boundaries and limits of.

Once, I had witnessed him turning on a screen, projections of other humans and creatures being played as he watched attendly. I had asked him what it was.

“It is called a TV. It’s for entertainment purposes.”

It played fictional worlds of other lives, telling a story and playing out events which might have happened or not. He told me they most likely were just made up, and as he watched the ´actors´, I wondered why it fascinated him so much. ( NOTE: Actors are humans whom play the lives of the fictional characters, and fake emotions and dialogue to maintain the story)

That was until I figured out how to turn it on and watch it myself. Most of the stories seem to be about decisions and love, some telling the current real world problems going on called NEWS, some informing about the species walking on this earth and their relations, while others simply went deeper into the lives of seemingly real stories of humans experiencing something unusual.

Ofcourse, I only watched it to gain more knowledge and continue the research, since Tony Stark still needs time to adjust to my being.

Once, he caught me watching and writing, and probably thought I could not see him in the doorway as he stood there observing for quite a long time before slowly walking out.

I wanted to watch the footage of his heroics, but the fear of him catching me in the act was too great. There was a high chance of him being traumatized by the now knowledge of other worlds, and reliving the events may trigger memories he’d rather forget.

As my mom once told me, humans thought they were alone until the attack of the Chitauri. They had tried searching other planets for life as theirs but came up short. Their technology is not advanced enough to reach other realms, yet.

Humans, she told me, are scared of things that they do not understand. This is what makes them dangerous. The evergrowing curiosity and fear of vulnerability has made them cross boundaries they would not think was right in normal situations. They dig deep in the secrets that want to be kept buried, just to fill their desire to know everything and stay superior.

It is the fear of death that truly pushes the button. The fear that Tony Stark seems to suppress, as he countless times had flung himself in the fire for other lives. Nevertheless, the fear never snuffs out and the knowledge of there being something he does not understand must eat him up inside. The enemies he has made must still live in his mind, making no room for trust for me anywhere.

Therefore, I have decided I have a current new mission to accomplish before I can save my mother :

Tony Stark must love space.

* Part 3

A/N : The Avengers : Endgame trailer? You mean my babyboys funeral? Yeah, no. This is to Tony Stark floating through his worse nightmare : space.