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[suvidrache]

Camera Duty

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The BRPD was one of the safest places to be. Abe lived in a fish tank in the library, and he also had a hidden bedroom somewhere behind the books in there. The bedroom was customized to fit Abe just fine, but he never really needed it or used it. When you formed a relationship with Abe, you had taken up a residence in the bedroom after Abe allowed you to use it. You had wanted to be closer to Abe because you couldn’t exactly sleep in a fish tank like him, and he had no issues with you being closer. He was the one who recommended you to his bedroom, only if you felt comfortable enough to sleep there. He didn’t want to seem weird, and now he’s rambling and overthinking things. It truly wasn't a bother to you, and eventually it was something he grew used to as well as you did. Sometimes, he would leave his fish tank and surprise you by joining you in bed. You liked that he would sometimes join you. You were both happy together. There were very few issues, and the issues that you had you both managed to work out.

It was a late night, and Abe had finally found his way back in the library where you both lived. He put his hand out, checking to see if you were hidden beneath the books. The hidden bedroom that very few knew about. He sensed the panic and the fear. His sound of his heart pounded loudly in his chest. Something had happened to you. He didn’t know what to do; he didn’t know what to say, but he had to do something instead of standing around waiting for you to return. He didn’t know who had taken you or what, but he was going to find you. He used his hands to find out any of the information that he could. He wasn’t going to be able to locate you alone. He also knew it was a bad idea to go alone. He panicked, and despite his efforts to remain calm, it wasn’t working. He knew that mistakes would be made if he went alone. After gathering as much information as he could. He gathered up the members of the BRPD and told them what was going on. He told them all of the information that he had gathered. The cameras were checked, and the search for you began. Abe wanted to go along, but instead he was set to camera duty and relayed any information that could be found. He couldn’t let his emotions get the better of him, which is why he was left behind. He saw you first and raced as fast as he could to find you, while the others dealt with the suspect and kept him as far from Abe as they could. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close. Abe couldn’t help but allow his powers to read what you were thinking and feeling. He promised you that it would be okay, and he would do better in the future to make sure that you were safe. He carried you back to the BRPD and slept with you that night so that you wouldn’t be alone. The next morning, Abe made sure that you were at the meeting to ensure that safer measures were taken so that things wouldn’t happen like this again. He made sure that very few had access to the library, and no one but you and Abe could access the secret bedroom. More steps were taken to ensure that no one but those who worked and lived there could access and enter the BRPD doors. Steps were taken in case someone were to be able to enter the doors. Abe made sure you were there so that you could see how safe it was and to make changes as you saw fit. He cared deeply about your safety. As that was being dealt with, he made sure that your kidnapper was handled and punished accordingly.

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[wiredaughter]

@tropetember #14: monstrous

Selfpreservation

implied relationship ☆ abraham sapien × ofc ☆ witch ofc ☆ idk if he's a monster and i had more culture shock ideas but well. the pills are starting 2 kick in

Skipping rope, quality backtalk, infiltration. All things that come easier when you're not burning at exactly 41.3 degrees. Still, if I wasn't nearing hyperpyrexia I wouldn't need to infiltrate the medbay after being excused from physical conditioning when I managed to annoy the trainer enough he didn't care how convinced he was I was just trying to skive.

Whatever. I make it to the NSAID drawer but my vision's too blurry to read the dosage. I cough, hot, and take my bureau jacket off for the first time while technically on duty since I earned it. My shirt follows suit and then the fever hallucinations kick in. Or not. I might have imagined the click of the door, but if it's really opening and it's really him that's consistent with my intel. Fuck.

'Ssssapien.' I slur his name, take a step back.

'What are you doing?'

He sounds concerned, and of course he would. Been stalking me, hasn't he. This place is too cagey not to notice, and it's great to have confirmation but I'm not in the... what's the word. What am I doing here? I'm trying to slink back to my room so I can eat this entire box of candy and hope it cools me off before shutting my kidney function to double zero. And Sapien, my caring liaison, is an obstacle. I widen my stance, eyes burning, hands shaking as I unfold my knife.

'Out of my way.'

He advances, lips moving but I don't know what he's saying. I sway on my feet, stab out in a motion that misses him by either a palm or five, hit the floor.

Wet. I'm wet. And hot. I blink, trying to focus my vision, just in time to see him add another block of something to the water around me. Ice, just like I'm a cocktail. My head is pounding, but clearer as I glance around me.

'Why am I in your old tank?'

The look he gives me says I look just as bad as I feel. 'Your CT was normal. Thiroid and bloodwork too.' He comes closer to sit next to me. 'I'm trying to bring down your fever while they find what caused it.'

I move to the side, splashing water into the floor as I lean in his shoulder. Cold. I knew it would be cold and it's a blessing in this circumstances. He's kind enough not to comment.

'It's the blood spells.' I rasp out after a while. 'Blood is heat and I've been overexhausing mine.'

He chitters at that, presses an icepack on my forehead. It's him who got me the books and it probably follows he feels guilty. Not that I wouldn't have given it a shot by my lonesome given the chance. The one thing I like more than staying out of trouble is power, after all. In a close number three and in spite of myself, however, is a certain amphibian man. If my indisposition is already news I've got nothing to hide, I tell myself as I heroically pull myself off his skin to look at him and pull on his hand. 'Get in here.'

He gives a look around. We're alone, but he's always mindful to keep a professional head, where I'm always looking for a reprimand, in Liz's words. In the end, my febrile expression must convince him and he joins me in the tank he slept on in out last location. When I press myself to his chest closer than it'd be comfortable in a regular situation, the instinct is more selfpreservation than arousal. He's so cold.

My fever melts the ice around us like the polar ice caps, but his temperature regulation is amazing, and it keeps me cool enough to keep me from passing out. His heartbeat is slow and calming. He wraps his arms around me and, when some whitecoats come to take me in for more tests, he carries me upstairs.

[000life-is-meaningless000]

Humanity is White Darkness, and I Am Black Light !

. . . . .

White = Purity, Goodness, Holy !

Black = Corruption, Evil, Demonic, Holy in a Dark Way, But Unhito The Light !

Dark = Evil, Negative, Corrupted & Tatemae

Light, Good, Positive, Pure & Honne

Link :

White Darkness = Fake Good, False Holy, Evil Trying To Justify All it's Malevolence.

fake virtues !

Black Light, Negative Yet, Holy.

Dark, Honest Truth.

Demonic, Yet Heroic !

Deepest, of the Darkest Truth's !

See the Evil & Call's it Out !

. . . . .

Shining Darkness, With no Light.

And

Humanity is a Gloomy Sun !

The Light of There Soul Cused's & Destry's all it Touch's it Wither's Plant's, Poison's All Soul's, Still Damage's Demon's And Other Dark Entities, but the light of the soul of humanity, is purely malevolent like that of the abrahamic faith of this Entity Called : Lucifer !

he was called a false Angel he was cause of called a false light, he was literally an Evil Light.

and just like that humanity is a white Darkness, all the evils and all the Malevolent of Darkness, with a facade of Goodwill. extreme amount of toxic positivity and Shaming everyone all the fucking time.

Shaming everyone everywhere for Every little fucking thing.

&

There are many people in the world that are just simply Gray, but many human beings are white black <- Not a Race Thing.

I seen so much bullshit throughout my life, nothing so many people lie, I think so much fucking evil so much Carnage so much fakery so much insanity, I think so much fucked up shit in these, short 32 years.

I've see more horror than you can ever imagine.

. . . . . .

I really really truly believe the human race is going to go extinct I don't believe you will be a genocide I believe extinctions on the horizon for the human race.

I honest to God I have no idea how long it's going to take but seeing how the way the world is Going, it's very likely.

[curtolson]

An AI-generated 'holy text’ would bring greater misery

World Economic Forum-connected Yuval Noah Harari is an atheist and transhumanist who believes science and technology is the savior of mankind.

So, it should be no surprise that Harari, in a Lisbon, Portugal interview on May 19, stated that AI could “write a new Bible,” producing “religions that are actually correct.”

Imagine a future where the countless “Nones,” people having no religious affiliation, in the U.S. and around the world would get their ears tickled by an AI producing virtual spirituality.

It’s pretty obvious where an AI holy text is headed:

No sin;

No spiritual accountability;

No need for forgiveness or repentance;

No need for the Great I Am  when man, with science and technology at his disposal, has great machines and great data that produce a great eternity.

Harari is an Israel-born author, philosopher, and historian who confesses to being an atheist and gay. Harari was interviewed in Portugal by journalist Pedro Pinto for a program titled, “Humanity is not that simple.” During the early stages of the interview, Harari stated the following:

It’s the first technology ever that can create new ideas. You know, the printing press, radio, television, they broadcast, they spread the ideas created by the human brain, by the human mind. They cannot create a new idea. You know, [Johannes] Gutenberg printed the Bible in the middle of the 15th century; the printing press printed as many copies of the Bible as Gutenberg instructed it, but it did not create a single new page. It had no ideas of its own about the Bible: Is it good? Is it bad? How to interpret this? How to interpret that? AI can create new ideas; [it] can even write a new Bible. Throughout history, religions dreamt about having a book written by a superhuman intelligence, by a non-human entity. Every religion claims our book; all the books of the other religions, humans wrote them, but our book no, no. no, no, no. It came from some super-human intelligence. In a few years there might be religions that are actually correct. Just think about a religion whose holy book is written by an AI. It could be a reality in a few years.

Many people were quick to point to the rebukes in Deut. 4:2 and Rev. 22:18-19 regarding adding to Scripture. That is valid. But an atheist like Harari doesn’t care about that because Christianity isn’t correct for him and others.

Harari is renowned for his books Sapiens, Homo Deus, and 21 Lessons for the 21st Century. He’s been on the WEF main stage in Davos more than once in recent years.

Harari wants spirituality, but not religion. I have spent my entire life in Baptist churches under the reformed theology tradition. We would agree with Harari. However, the real issue is not religion, rather faith. Where Harari has faith in science, technology, machines and data, the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob says something very different. Hebrews 11:6 states, “And without faith it is impossible to please Him, for the one who comes to God must believe that He exists, and that He proves to be One who rewards those who seek Him.” Harari’s faith in science and technology leaves no room for Yahweh or any form of a relationship “His only Son.”

Upon the time AI writes a new ‘holy text,” as Harari forthrightly predicted, it’s hard to guess the nation’s spiritual state. Will the wokeness in race and gender prevail, potentially driving a deep wedge into some churches? Or would there be a backlash in American culture where there is a renewed priority of faith and spirituality on objective truth as defined by the Bible? Would there be a greater interest in the Nones above the nearly one-third of all Americans who now identify with this group?

Any AI “holy text” would be a world and reality devoid of God, purpose, and meaning for  the big issues of life. Sin would be purged as a relic from a time when religion wasn't correct. Additionally, the priority of forgiveness and being reconciled to one another would be replaced by something to make people feel good, rather than having a transformation of one’s life that causes them to be good before God and man.

Jesus Christ said the two greatest commands are to “love God” and “love others.” Multiple faith traditions around the world have a focus on treating others the way you would want to be treated. They are likely to be replaced by other priorities, such as helping people confront suffering.

If the future involves humans with machines, or humans as machines, there are countless scriptural ideas that would be “replaced,” especially for a religion that is ”actually correct.” I sense a religion that is the science and technology version of prosperity theology, a current false teaching in some charismatic circles. Think Joel Osteen, Joyce Meyer, Paula White, Kenneth Copeland, and Creflo Dollar, among others. You can have it your way–as long as science and technology authorize it.

Whatever they will call it, this “actually correct” religion will be something with no objective reality or truth. It will be a soft, commitment free, false religion and end up like everything else that opposes genuine, Scriptural Christianity.

While lovers of all things science and technology would relish this future, millions of others would reject it because it will offer no meaning, no purpose, and no peace.

[thecodenamesred]

Hey!

Sorry I've been dead guys!! I've been in the middle of moving so things have been hectic. Now that things have settled down I plan on posting again!! Requests are open to all who are curious! I'm also going to try and get a steady update day, no promises it will work tho. Feel free to send in requests and I will be posting new content soon!

[cocainfo]

Bethmoran prince; Nuada Silverlance; Hellboy II.

[yandere-toons]

Something that makes me curious. How do you analyze the character's personalities when writting about them?

Many characters have a twisted sense of responsibility for the object of their obsession. For the outcasts, it's often a misplaced idea of camaraderie (e.g., Abraham Sapien). For the powerful, it's usually either a belief that this individual is too weak or naive to be safe in the world without their protection or a desire to exploit their authority and show the person why it's wise to do what they say (2015 Danger Mouse vs. Mephisto Pheles).

Examine their preexisting traits and ask yourself how each one would translate to a relationship. Are they paranoid about the intentions of others and tend to assume the worst? Someone who has difficulty with trusting people is more inclined to stalk and be invasive, as they want to be aware of any possible threats and take preemptive measures to resolve the issue before it hurts them and/or gets out of control.

In this line of writing (i.e., yandere), you must also consider a character's attack style. I don't just mean whether they prefer sharp objects, blunt instruments, or magic.

Are they the type of character who doesn't give second chances and goes for the kill on the first try (e.g., Invader Zim)?

Perhaps if they have the resources or intellect, are they the type who hires or manipulates someone else into doing the dirty work for them (e.g., Petyr Baelish/Littlefinger)?

Maybe they don't like physical methods at all and prefer to verbally or socially destroy their enemies (e.g., the Flim Flam Brothers).

If you're struggling to imagine the key differences, think about it as a spectrum. One end holds the most ferocious stalkers and killers in the fandom list, the other end holds the good-natured peace seekers, and the middle holds everyone in between.

For an example of an extreme case, let's take a look at Vaas Montenegro from Far Cry 3. He's violently impulsive, exceedingly short-tempered, and has years of repressed anger that resurface in the form of unchecked aggression and a cruel sense of humour derived from inflicting pain on others to elicit the same feelings of helplessness in them that he experiences. Should Vaas ever manage to have a positive connection with someone (however one-sided it may be), he would react with vicious hostility towards any perceived threats to the relationship because it is all he has in terms of intimacy.

For an example of the opposite extreme, let's take a look at Fluttershy from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. She's the alleged embodiment of kindness, a pacifist, and doesn't want to hurt or upset anyone unless there is no better option. Fluttershy was, in the beginning, content to pass through life unnoticed by all except the woodland creatures in and around her house. Her methods of confrontation are subtle and only happen after multiple offences and hours of giving herself pep talks in the mirror.

Most characters fall somewhere in the middle, with their readiness to choose violence and capacity for mercy determining their status. Tom Lucitor, Smaug, and 2017 Doofus Drake are all examples of a character who leans to the aggressive end, while Wander from Wander Over Yonder leans far to the peaceful end. If you have additional questions, feel free to ask them.

Additionally, the kind of analysis depends on whether I'm writing headcanons or a scenario. Headcanons function as a clean and honest summary of the character's personality and nothing else. Its main points need to be direct and explicitly stated, so I focus on describing and expanding the central traits of the character.

A scenario receives the opposite treatment, for its increased length and addition of a moving world means that the character's personality is expressed in a wider variety of ways. Now, even the tiniest pieces of characterization are important. Do they have a slouch when they stand? Do they emphasize certain words or use specific hand gestures when they talk?

Rewatching and/or rereading the source material is helpful to freshen your memory and catch more of their less obvious mannerisms.

[fishyelvenantics]

Drew the guppies...

Forgive my terrible handwriting...

Not gonna lie, I took a nap and dreamed of this… kind of… Just polished it a little bit…

They never thought about children, centuries ago Nuala may had wander around the couth of Bethmoora pondering on what the future had prepared for her, but those were thoughts that were shrugged off by time, as for Abe, he may had wonder on how it would be if he wasn´t the only one of his kind, not necessarily children, but more people like him, which seems impossible on every single aspect, but then it happened.

They talked about it before getting married, “Is a possibility,” they said, “They would be welcome,” they agreed that night as they were on each other´s arms, one could say it was planned, just, not for the moment.

Nuala stood on the middle of the room, hands on her belly and a small grin on her face; it was early in the morning and she was getting ready for the day, “I´m pregnant.” She glanced at Abe, who couldn´t do nothing but to hug her, to hold her thigh, he was surprise, of course, a good surprise but also a scary one, after all, a new life, a new being depending on them, Nuala kept smiling, a smile that could easily light up the whole room and that day is when Abe discovered he could cry.

Nine months later, there she was, a little girl, Ida, her middle name Elizabeth, blue skin just like her father, same eyes except for the golden hue instead of blue, which she clearly got from her mother, just like her hair and ears, yet, she had the same gills and fins as her father.

Two years later, another surprise, a boy, Lugh Finn, named after heroes of the legends her mother heard on her childhood, of course, they referred to him as Finn, Finny by her older sister, same blue skin, his father´s eyes and even the gills, yet, the rest was just like his mother.

Just three more years, the last one, Eada, as pale as her mother, turns out all of the siblings have gills; she looked a lot like her mother, except from her eyes, closer to her father´s but with the odd characteristic of one being blue and the other golden, hard to notice due to the nature of the sclera, black like her father´s eyes.

Those kids grew up on a loving family and sure, spending summers on the court Bethmoora with Uncle, learning everything related to the royal family from their mother, swimming for hours with their father on the weekends and being too familiarize with the B.P.R.D from a young age may not seem normal for many people, but it was for them and their were normal kids, despite what people said. Yes, they spent some time with Uncle Red and Auntie Liz and even had two certain playmates that they saw as cousins despite not being actually related.

Everyone referred to them as guppies, a little joke among their parents´ friends that everyone started to use, three little guppies, or not so little as time passed, and as for Abe and Nuala and all that happened during that time there´s only one thing that can be said: they couldn´t be happier.

[infernalyearning]

Hey Abe, when did you know you were in love with August? Was it something they did?

Despite my track record in reading others I am evidently... Less perceptive in regard to myself than I would prefer to be. According to a certain other pair in our company I am- and I quote, “unbelievably dense”- when it comes to matters of the heart.  

I suppose a number of things naturally played a part in my realization, or lack therefore, though two stand out most in memory. 

The first of which being a bit of an accident. With my particular skill set, I’m afraid a rather simple gesture unfortunately became a glimpse into August’s more personal opinions on me. I can only imagine how embarrassing it must be to have your thoughts projected into someone else’s mind. Especially when those thoughts involve one’s romantic feelings for the other... But it does make one think... Of course I confessed what I knew to August a bit later, it isn’t right to hide that sort of thing.

The other was a few months after, if I recall correctly. August has spoken quite at length about his home and his profession but I wasn’t aware until visiting just how severely the two overlapped. It’s a rather unsettling notion to see someone you care for surrounded by malicious spirits... It was quite the argument between us for a time. I’m just happy August’s home is a safe place for him to spend time now.

🐟🧠 Abraham Sapien 🐟🧠

[suvidrache]

Hi!! Can i request fluff alphabet to Abe Sapien???

SFW Alphabet - Abraham Sapien

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A: Affectionate - How affectionate are they? How do they show it?

He would love to be affectionate. He would hug you close to him. He would let you take the lead in doing things. He isn't sure how to go about this…

B: Best Friend - What would they be like? How did it start?

He would be there to support you through anything. Sometimes, he would give you advice if you want or need it. It would start with you being in the BRPD or winding up in his tank somehow, whether it was intentional or not. Somehow, you came into contact with him, or maybe even just walked by the library.

C: Cuddles - Do they like it? How would they do it?

He loves it and would do it much more often if he could. The time you invited him to sleep in your bed, he was very hesitant at first. He wasn't sure what to do. He had never slept in one before. It was always a tub or his tank. He would lay there and just accept his fate of you cuddling him. He has no complaints and would wrap an arm around you. He's still unsure of the bed.

D: Domestic - Do they want to settle? Cooking, cleaning?

He would love to settle! He may be intelligent, but I don't think he can cook. He would probably leave the stove on too long and get distracted. If that doesn't catch fire, the next thing he cooks would be. He can clean, though. Just tell him how you want it done.

E: Ending - How would they end things if they had to?

He would probably avoid you. He doesn't want to say it and watch the pain in your face as he tells you how he feels. He just hopes and assumes you'll get the hint when security escorts you away from his tank, no longer allowed to join him in it.

F: Fiance - Do they want to marry/when?

Yes, he would love to marry. Whenever you feel it. Sorry, he read your thoughts. It wasn't intentional.

G: Gentle - How gentle are they physically and emotionally?

He is very gentle physically. He doesn't want to hurt you in any way. Emotionally, he is good at being there for others and helping them however they need. He, himself, can not express facial emotions.

H: Hugs

He gives a very gentle hug. Almost as if he were afraid to touch you. He wouldn't go harder unless you asked.

I: I Love You

When you asked how he felt about you, he would stammer, saying he likes you. Friends, you're a very good friend. He would state he loves you very quietly as you walked away. If you heard him, turned around, and asked about it, he would admit what he said and apologize.

J: Jealousy - How jealous are they? What do they do?

He's jealous if he sees or feels you are more friendly and affectionate towards one specific person who isn't him. He can't be out of the water for long periods, so he wouldn't know if you're cheating unless he reads your thoughts, which he isn't going to do. He would avoid you until you confronted him on it.

K: Kisses - What are they like? Where do they kiss?

Not as gentle as his hugs. He kisses your lips and only ever there when you two are alone. Sometimes, he may kiss your head if you're shorter than he is. He wouldn't go elsewhere unless you told him he could. Those would be reserved for special times.

L: Little Ones - How are they around children?

He's okay around children. One moment, they're there, and they take off. He would try to keep up with them. He'd probably cry on his first day of babysitting if he could cry. With water babies, he would thoroughly enjoy babysitting them. They have nowhere to go and no chaos to cause.

M: Mornings - How are mornings with them?

He wakes up early and lays there for a while. If it's early in the morning, he'll sit with his back to you, waiting for you to do something. He's usually up before you.

N: Nights - How are nights with them?

He would be very anxious sleeping in a bed for the first time. Unsure of what to do and how to do it. He would lay there, slightly uncomfortable, but not saying a word. He feels better when you're holding onto him. It relaxes him. Over time, he would get used to it and be able to fall asleep after you do.

O: Open - When would they reveal things? How open are they?

He wouldn't reveal things until you did first. He isn't sure how to state how he feels. Although you may like him back, he's just a very nervous and shy person. After the few problems here and there are gone, he would eventually warm up and be able to express himself better. It all gets better through time.

P: Patience - How easily angered are they?

It's easier to make him flustered than it is to anger him. He is calm, and it would be very interesting to anger him. If ever angered, he would probably hide away and stay in his tank, not expecting you to follow him. When he's calm, he'll pretend as if nothing had happened, just an overreaction. Nevermind… He'll do better next time.

Q: Quizzes - How much do they remember about you?

He remembers every detail about you. If for some reason he forgets, he would put a hand on you to remember what it was he had forgotten.

R: Remember - Favorite moment with you?

The time he taught you to swim, if you didn't know how. If you did know, then just the time you swam in his tank with him.

S: Security - How protective are they of you?

He tries his best. He would protect you from any danger, however, if it happens while he's in his tank. He would constantly think about that time that he failed you. The time that he should have done better, and he didn't. The time when you needed him the most, and he wasn't there for you.

T: Try - How hard do they try with dates, etc?

He tries very hard. He likes to impress you, and he does sometimes worry that you will one day move on or find someone better than him.

U: Ugly - Bad habits of theirs?

Constantly judging himself and comparing himself to others.

V: Vanity - How concerned with their looks are they?

There isn't much to change… However, he is insecure that he is a fish and maybe a land man can treat you better than he could. He often mentally compares himself to your people.

W: Whole - Would they feel incomplete without you?

Yes, he would. You came into his life. Whether friends or more, you live here now. He would miss you dearly and refuse to come out of his tank for months if you died, or you went missing.

X: Xtra - A random headcanon about them?

His children would have the ability to swim in water but be out of the water for longer periods than he can stand. Maybe even be able to survive out of water, unlike him.

Y: Yuck - What are some things they dislike?

People who are rude and people who lie.

Z: ZZZ - A sleep habit of theirs?

He doesn't sleep when he's in his tank, but he does sleep when he's out of it.

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[tinalbion]

Working together to answer the IMPORTANT questions 👌🏻👏🏻😭😍

nsfw Abe Sapien?

oh lawd

btw this is pretty fluffy bc Abe is a sweet boy

Abe Sapien NSFW

Quite frankly, he is still extremely shy and bashful

He isn’t too sure how ‘this reproduction’ will work, but he is curious about how the human body works. It’s different to read how it’s built than to actually experience it himself

He is honestly very, very handsy, and likes to become familiar with your body before he would do anything with it. I guess its his own, special way or feeling you up

If you couldn’t tell, it will be very slow and cautious, even when you walk him through everything and tell him it’s all right. Especially ya know when…. he has a different type of.. coughdickcough

Also, it would most likely take place half in and half out of water, at the top of his tank so he wouldn’t have to  wear his breathing apparatus thing ya know? 

His stamina won’t be the best, but it’ll get better over time

Abe is the softy to to constantly stop and ask if you’re okay or if something isn’t right. Keep assuring him he’s doing fine and you’ll get that bashful look we all love

Once you are done, it’s all about making sure you are okay. Really, like multiple questions about what you guys just did, a bunch of touching to make sure you are okay, and just let me emphasize That. You. Are. Okay.

Brought to you by me, Whisk, and from @tinalbion for answering my important science question that I really needed

[thetygre]

30 Day Monster Challenge 2 - Day #5: Favorite Fish-Man

1.)    Abe Sapien (BPRD)

Good old Abraham Sapien. Been with us since the fist arc of Hellboy. Abe’s come a long way since then; met his mom, found his wife, subsequently lost her, reunited with his old steampunk buddies, got elected as antichrist after Hellboy and Liz, went into a coma, mutated a couple of feet taller, and so and so on. Into Abe is thrown a lot of bigger themes that inform us of the Mignolaverse’s overall composure. On the aesthetic side, Abe always brings the ocean, fish, and water with him. Lovecraft’s fear of the ocean, Verne’s fascination, and Melville’s awe of it are all wrapped up in Abe Sapien. In his past life, he even came from a whaling family, and he was part of a secret society of ocean-worshiping spiritualists. That’s the other aesthetic cue in Abe; Victoriana. Even when in body armor and running across the flooded remains of the Gulf Coast, Abe never loses a certain gentility. But as a character theme, more than anything, I think Abe represents tragedy. He’s lost more than anyone; Even Liz can still say she has her humanity. Abe can’t even remember his past life, and now he’s becoming a little more monstrous every day.

But through all that, Abe is still maybe the most relatable member of the BPRD for me. (Well, the superpowered ones anyway.) Abe isn’t really sure of who he is or his place in the world, and he’s still looking for those connections that root a person. At the same time, Abe sticks to the middle of the road, acting as the voice of reason even in unreasonable circumstances. He’s capable of emotional outbursts and faults, but for the most part, Abe succeeds at being a good person. Abe might be the strangest core member of the BPRD, but that he’s never inhuman. We don’t need to be super heroes; just basically good people are enough to keep the world running.

2.)    Davy Jones (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Man, I just love how cool this guy is. Sea monster octopus pirate; that’s a character description that makes my inner ten year old want to jump and down. Davy Jones’ whole character design is just so nifty; tentacle beard, organic peg-leg, crab-claw hook hand, a sweet pipe and a giant hat. Hat’s also important for the other reason I love Jones; plays into so many mythical archetypes. Costumers for PotC explicitly stated they picked Jones’ hat because it looked like horns, and they really wanted Jones to fit his role as essentially the pirate devil. As the PotC spans out, Jones is revealed to have been even more legendary characters; he’s the Old Man of the Sea that Odysseus had to wrestle to go to Hades, and Charon guiding souls over to the underworld. I’ll be honest, Davy Jones’ pathos with the lost love never really struck a chord with me. Bill Nighy’s performance of it was great, though, so props are definitely in order for that. And last, but certainly not least, I can’t not love a man who keeps a kraken as a pet.

3.)    Deep Ones (H.P. Lovecraft)

The classic. The first. Your one and only. It’s beginning to look a lot like fish-men. The blue-collar workers of the Cthulhu Mythos. H.P. Lovecraft’s fear of the ocean and corrupted bloodlines all wrapped into one beautiful, horrible fish creature. Nothing quite beats Lovecraft’s originals; he goes out of his way to describe them as alien, foul, and horrible. They’re another one of those monsters you can practically smell through the pages. I think it’s safe to say that half the other fish-men on this list wouldn’t exist without the Deep Ones. People are still scared of the ocean and the alien things living in it, and the Deep Ones give that fear a face. All the while they call to some primal part of us, an archaic memory that remembers when our species used to be fish, and they tell us to come home. Just as angels call us to come to God, the Deep Ones call us back to the sea. (Also; fat and hunchbacked Deep Ones only. I’m sorry; I wish I didn’t have to make that call. If it was up to me, all Deep Ones would be valid. But these are the times we live in, and sacrifices have to be made, preferably to Father Dagon.)

4.)    The Creature from the Black Lagoon (Universal Monsters)

Deep Ones lite. There’s actually a lot I like about the Creature on its own merits. It’s such a natural creature, as far as monsters go. It lives in harmony with its ecosystem, and its design really conveys that its simply a fish that has evolved into a humanoid shape. You can say the same thing about humans, though, and that ultimately is where we connect with the Creature. He’s also kind of charming in his own way; wide eyes, smiling face, no big pointy teeth. He’s practically a goldfish compared to the Deep Ones. And of course those underwater ballet sequences are still just absolutely beautiful. I think more than the Deep Ones, the Creature can probably be compared to King Kong; a primal, more innocent creature so strange that humanity wouldn’t leave it alone. Mankind’s desire to know more about the mysterious ultimately destroyed that mystery, conveying the paradox of how destructive discovery can be.

5.)    The Asset (Shape of Water)

We’ve come full circle now, I suppose. Centuries ago, sailors dreamed up half women/half fish creatures to ease their loneliness, and now we’ve made a half man/half fish to do the same for women. The Asset is pretty explicitly a makeover of the Creature from the Black Lagoon, even coming from a distant part of South America. There’s also clearly some Abe Sapien in there, which is only to be expected coming from Guillermo del Toro. This might sound weird, but I think the details I appreciate most are the spines and the fangs. I know this whole movie was supposed to be about how the monster was less dangerous than the Creature, but the spines and fangs just make it feel like a more believable creature.

6.)    The Creature (Monster Squad)

But before the asset, there was another Creature from the Black Lagoon reboot in The Monster Squad. This movie is just the gift that keeps on giving. I’d say that the Creature here is the strongest individual design out of the whole batch. He didn’t really do much in this movie, but he made one heck of an impression. Designed by none other than the late, great Stan Winston, this version of the Creature looks like its ready to kick ass and take names. I distinctly get the impression of a piranha from it, and you can just imagine a mob of these guys rising up out of the Amazon and pulling down a river boat.

7.)    Sahuagin (Dungeons and Dragons)

There are a lot of different fish people to choose from in D&D. Kuo Toa, Skum, Locathah, mermaids, Atlanteans, and the list grow longer every year. But my personal favorite are the Sahuagin; brutal, murderous raiders living in a strict tribal hierarchy, worshiping a giant shark, and prone to mutations. While most fish men draw from Lovecraft, I got the distinct impression that the Sahuagin were more pulpy, a bit more Edgar Rice Burroughs. Even their other name, the Sea Devils, sounds like something Conan or Tarzan would fight in a comic book. Their designs are just so cool; fin ears, bullet heads, shark teeth, long tails. Before ‘scary’, these were sea monsters made to look intimidating. They are the most organized antagonistic force under the waves, threatening everything from merfolk to sailors. Their goal? Nothing short of supreme domination of the sea.

8.)    Shark Giant (Bloodborne)

Another Deep One descendent, and this one hits like a truck. There’s a lot to be said for the shark giant on its own merits. It’s lack of eyes make you think that it senses by scent, and remind you of how a shark can sense a drop of blood in water a hundred miles away. There are, of course, the teeth, and how they seem to take up more space than there is for the mouth. The barnacles on its back are both a crest and a fin. Its paleness makes it seem to glow in the dark, like its bioluminescent. It really reinforces the feeling in the Fishing Hamlet that you’re underwater, like the boundaries between land, sea, and sky have been blurred. More than any other monster in the Fishing Hamlet, the shark giant is what reminds me of Lovecraft’s Dagon; a huge, deformed figure skulking over the mud of a submarine nightmare-scape.

9.)    The Children of the Thing That Drifted Ashore (Junji Ito)

The Thing That Drifted Ashore isn’t even really my favorite Junji Ito sea monster story; that would probably be Gyo. But the things that come crawling out of it are some of the first fish people I find genuinely disgusting, evoking that same feeling Lovecraft wanted from his Deep Ones. The Thing had apparently swallowed dozens of people that fell into the sea over the years, keeping them in its stomach. But rather than being digested, the people changed. It’s subtle, but you can still see it; webbed fingers, widened eyes, transparent skin. Inside the Thing, the people were witnesses to the abyss of the deep sea and driven mad by it. I’m reminded of an old version of the story of Jonah I was read as a child, where Jonah looked through the great fish’s eyes and saw the fires of Sheol and the Leviathan at the bottom of the ocean. The people swallowed are reborn, now children of the Thing, belonging only to the deep sea.

10.)    Otto Aquarius (The Venture Bros)

I just love this cute little guy. He’s only a minor character on the Venture Brothers, but he still made an impression on me. A half Atlantean that became a Mormon missionary, he’s just so earnest and eager. He’s an obvious play on superheroes like Namor and Aquaman, but they can’t hold a candle to this sweetheart. He’s clean, he’s polite, he’s socially conservative, he’s useless in combat; Otto’s just endearing. Dump the Asset and get with the real catch, folks.

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The 57, Part 6:

51. Ivan: I really honestly don’t know what inspired this piece, Ivan the Terrible? Ivan Millat? It has been bothering me for months now, I should know why all my pieces are named and drawn the way that they are, but this is proof of just how automatic my processes can get, not every piece is as conscious and direct as the others, and sometimes you get an Ivan that has no true origins and is clouded in mystery, if you can see a greater meaning in it then be my guest. 

52. Chupar: This image is based on one of the many images of hobgoblins and hags in Goya’s Caprices:

Source: https://www.sothebys.com/en/buy/auction/2019/prints-and-multiples/francisco-jose-de-goya-y-lucientes-los-caprichos

This image had always reminded me of the Baba Yaga and other folk tales of ghastly people sucking the life force out of people or eating children, quite a typical fear in pop culture given how many boogeymen and women exist in folktales. But I wanted to redraw it as it has almost a fellating quality to it, the idea of humanity and people generally as life suckers and absorbers for their own hedonistic gratification. Something that Goya is clearly criticising here as he often did in his works when discussing the aimlessness of hedonism and decadence in Spanish society when he was courtier to a king and even when he was destitute in death. A timeless issue clearly. There is even a concept in Satanism called “Energy Vampires”, people who go out there way to drain your energy socially and mentally, the same people who get off from bringing other people down or blaming someone else for their bad attitude and poor people skills, everyone has atleast met and been friends with someone like this at some point in there life I’m sure, some people just exist to bother other people, look at Mormons for example. 

53. Mush: This piece is more of a redrawing of the ‘Ted’ piece, and attempts to represent the uncanny as the conversation between where the humanity ends and where abhuman starts, and by that representation it also leads you to ask what is considered existence in reality and what can only be represented through fantasy as the result of such immense reimagining of real/ recognisable things and figures? The title is more a take on Ted as a mute pile of sentient and perceptive mush at the end of his story, begging the question what is considered alive or undead depending on being able to live and not live consciously when you are incapable of regular and autonomous functionality? This in turn leads into the controversial dialogs on ethical euthanasian and the like, but I won’t say more on that here. 

54. Revelation: Just like the piece ‘Trinity’, this piece is based on the ideas of biblical realism as represented through eldritch imagery, almost making abrahamic ideas of the divine and mystical into depictions of illustrative Lovecraftian realism. The idea of the book of revelations too being a book about destruction and a pessimistic end for the rest of humanity who didn’t give themselves over to god is quite a piece of inspirational material really, so I thought It would be fun to muse an image of this apocalypse with another abhuman depiction of a god or angel. 

55. Primate: This piece is about me playing with the image of a Palaeolithic man as collaged with natural motifs and cellular imagery surrounding them, as our ideas of dinosaurs and primordial animals are all speculative based on what we have found, but we can only imagine their appearance and the later appearances of man based on semblances of DNA evidence and examples of bones and hair, this for an artist is just an excuse to reimagine and play with the image of evolutionary history, especially of history long before the recognisable modern history of homo sapiens now, so excuse this piece as a surrealist idea of man before recognisability, and as seen as between the amoeba and the natural world etc.

56. Flare: This piece is simple enough, just another take on Biosophy and on nature, and man’s connectivity to it in life and death, the flare of life being eventually met by natures consumption of the body to create new life, as if the human body were a seed store ready to be cracked open and harvested from as with all animals eventually. This piece is one of my favourites, I love how graphic and morbid the aesthetic is, but it’s not too overbearing or graphic in an ethical sense either, just visually notable, and it sticks in my mind because of that. 

57. Matter: To quote myself again from the Robert Walters opportunity: 

“This piece is based on Rene Descartes' discussions on composite matter and his existentialist conversations on the objective and subjective in relation to how we experience the world outside of your own comprehension and comforts. As discussed in 'Discourse on Method and the Meditations' (1637). As featured in my current project 'Noumena'.”

This piece has been used in many of my previous competitions, for the primary reason that it represents my negotiations on objective forms and the semantics of noumenal influences on the human mind and our conventional understandings of the world and ourselves, the same discussion being had by Descartes long before I would ever attempt to represent it in art of course. And though Descartes discussed matter and existence to justify creationism, I use it for the opposite reason, that human beings are far too complicated and have to be the product of nature as matter cannot be made nor destroyed as goes the fundamental law of matter itself, and just because life when analysed at each layer is complicated and esoteric to the common mind, doesn’t mean some manmade idol is responsible for it. 

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Imagine Abe falling for you as soon as he meets you. Was this what they had meant in all of the romance novels he has read? The butterflies, the nervous glances... Surely it had to be, for he had never felt this way about someone before. Your smile, your eyes, the way you didn't flinch away when he approached you. He blinks slowly as you extend your hand out to shake his. If there was one things his books had taught him it was that love was an extremely complicated thing, a thing that he didn't really think he would be able to make sense of. Your hands meet and he feels his heart rate increase. "Hello, I'm agent (L/N) or (Y/N/N) if you're feeling friendly. I'm new here." The sparks Abe could feel between his hand and your's made him stutter slightly. He inhales sharply, trying to formulate a sentence. He felt as if all of the air in the room had been stolen and all he was left to take in was the sight of you. Quickly he forces out a reply after realising he had been staring at you for a moment too long. "Abraham Sapien," he tilts his head slightly to the left. "Or Abe, if you too are feeling friendly... It is wonderful to meet you." You can't help blushing. You hadn't expected his voice to be so... charming. "It's wonderful to meet you too." There's a commotion of agents and before you know it your name is being called. "Well, I've got to get going... I'll see you around sometime?" You release his hand and await his response. "Most definitely..." Your smile widens before you quickly rush off with the other agents. You take one last glance at Abe over your shoulder before disappearing out if Abe's line of sight. He finally relaxes, you image still crystal clear in his mind. Love. Such a complicated thing and Abe had fallen in at the deep end. For the first time in his life he felt he was struggling to tread the water threatening to pull him under. Hellboy laughs cracking open a can of beer. He couldn't help finding his friends actions amusing, although, he supposed, he must have been the same when he first met Liz. "You've got it bad, Blue. I could see the way you were looking at her." Hellboy's voice rings through Abe's head pulling him from his thoughts. Abe sighs, defeated by the water he was trying to tread, allowing himself swept under the currents. "Oh dear..." He whispers still looking over to the door you had disappeared behind. "Oh dear indeed." Hellboy laughs.

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Hello!!!

I have been a fangirl of Hellboy for awhile so I decided to make a blog where I can put my fics!! I haven't seen the new movie but I'm in love with the 2000s ones!! I will write headcanons and scenarios for characters! I do SFW and slight NSFW. There are things I will and will not write because I either don't know enough about it or it makes me uncomfortable to write about. Don't be afraid to send me requests because I don't bite! I hope to write for this fandom and make some people smile with my fics!

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Ghost DNA

Joe Biden seems clearly to have won the election and, barring the unimaginable, will become our nation’s next president in January. But the election itself is worth considering in its own right, and particularly in terms of what it has to say about our riven nation. No matter who you personally supported, after all, not millions but scores of millions of Americans voted for the other guy. And if President-Elect Biden, with more than 76 million votes, is now the presidential candidate with the most popular votes in U.S. history, President Trump, with more than 71 million votes, is still the candidate with the second most popular votes in the history of the nation. (By way of comparison, President Obama won in 2008 with 69.5 million votes. Abraham Lincoln won with a mere 2.2 million votes in 1864, fewer than the number of people who voted for Ralph Nader in 2000.) So to focus solely on who won and to ignore the fact that both candidates cleared the 70 million vote barrier, something no one in the nation’s history had ever managed previously to accomplish, is really to focus on the simple part of the story and to ignore the complicated part. Yes, there are way more eligible voters now than there were in 1864. But that’s not really the point.

Both Democrats and Republicans took to referencing this election as a kind of battle for the nation’s soul. Neither side provided a clear definition of what that actually meant, however. And so, a few weeks ago, I wrote to you about a long poem by Walt Whitman in which the poet attempted clearly to say what he considered to constitute the parts of the soul of the American republic. His answers—individualism, mutual respect, friendship untied to social class or race or ethnicity, and a shared sense of national destiny—were stirring but also quaint: I doubt if many readers would have come up with those precise things, and particularly not the last one, if challenged to answer that same question. But if we reject Whitman’s answer as too rooted in nineteenth century romanticism to resonate much with Americans today, then that leaves us challenged to say what precisely we do feel is motivating the intense feelings on both sides of the ballot. Is it just the issues themselves that divide us? Or is there something else tugging at our national heartstrings and pulling us off in different directions?

As readers know, I generally grant Whitman the last word on more or less everything. But this time ’round, I found myself pondering how an entire nation can look at the same television screens and wonder, as one, how those people can feel that strongly about the candidate of their choice and his running mate. Nor did it seem to me that it was the differences of opinion about specific issues that was moving us forward to Election Day, but rather energy created by the intensity of the disrespect for the unchosen candidate and the angry, intemperate scorn directed at his supporters. It struck me almost as though there were unseen players in the room, a raft of ghostly presences just off camera influencing the demonstrators and the slogan-chanters, the disaffected and the jubilant, and also the rest of everybody sporting their pasted-on “I Voted” stickers. And that thought—that there were more people here than I could see on my screen—that thought led me off in the direction I’d like to write about this week.

When Joan and I were in Maine last summer, I read a series of truly intriguing articles about something called “ghost DNA.”

To understand the concept, you need to know that there was a time when different species and subspecies of human being wandered the earth. (This is not at all how things are today when the sole variety of human being is us, Homo sapiens.) Those different species interbred with each other too, as a result of which scientists have determined that modern Europeans—or at least the kind whose ancient ancestors lived in Europe and whose families have remained rooted to that continent ever since—that that kind of modern European has a few dollops of Neanderthal genetic heritage in their DNA, just as native Australians and Polynesians have some traces of the Denisovans, another type of ancient humanoid species. (For more on the Denisovans, click here.) And now Arun Durvasula and Sriram Sankararaman, two computational biologists at the University of Southern California, have taken the idea one step further by analyzing the DNA of four different groups of West Africans (two from Nigeria and one each from Sierra Leone and Gambia), and concluding that they almost universally carry the genetic heritage—ranging from 2% to 19% of any specific individual’s genetic code—of an unknown group of archaic human species. And since nothing is known of this subspecies, the researchers used the term “ghost population” to describe this humanoid species that appears to have to have existed but who have left behind no trace of any sort other than their “ghost DNA.” (For more about Durvasula and Sankararaman’s work, click here and here. For their own essay on the topic, written in scientific jargon that will be difficult for most to decipher, click here.)

When considered carefully, this really is a remarkable idea—that human beings have two kinds of genetic ancestry: the kind they can identify (e.g., the Finnish ancestors of the Finns and the Samoan ancestors of the Samoans, etc.) and the ghostly, spectral kind that survives today only as genetic code that had to come from somewhere but about the origins of which nothing at all is known. And that led me to the idea that the reason we are so divided—to the point at which we seem unable to develop even something as inarguably essential as a unified national approach to the pandemic—that the reason we are so riven has to do with the ghost DNA bequeathed to us by people long gone from the scene and present now only as part of the national genome. But who are these people that are present and absent in our national psyche as we try to negotiate these strange straits in which we suddenly find ourselves?

There are lots of candidates.

There are the original native peoples of North America, decimated by disease and the victims of a kind of malign colonialism that was willing to allow them some tiny piece of the pie if they would be so kind as to abandon their own native culture, forget their native languages, convert to their oppressors’ religion, and not to mind having their land stolen out from under them. (For an eye-opening expose of just how highly developed the native civilizations of North America were before the European occupation began, I recommend Charles C. Mann’s 1491: New Revelations of the Americas Before Columbus. Spoiler alert: the picture fed to everyone my age in elementary school of brave and adventurous Europeans coming to an almost empty continent inhabited solely by a handful of naked savages eager to sell their land for brightly colored beads and a few flasks of whiskey is completely false. Read Mann’s book and you’ll get the picture.)

Then, of course, there are the descendants of the 388,000 slaves taken from their native lands in Africa and sold on this side of the world starting back in 1525, a group that that had burgeoned to about 3.5 million when the Civil War began in 1861. The single greatest blot on our national escutcheon, the institution itself of chattel slavery was abolished in 1865 by the Thirteenth Amendment. The fate of the emancipated—who were in most cases illiterate and untrained for work other than what they were used to doing on the plantations on which they lived—is its own horrific scandal. But what of the millions of slaves who didn’t live to see emancipation, who were dragged onto slavers’ ships in Africa after being purchased from people who didn’t own them, then sent across the sea to serve masters who felt they did own them because they had, after all, purchased them—what about the millions of souls who lived and died deprived of hope, of any rational sense of confidence in the future, of even the faint promise of a better future for their descendants in future generations? They too have left their imprint on the national genome. How could they not have?

And then there are the 20,000 Chinese immigrants who built the Transcontinental Railroad in the years following the Civil War, people who were exploited in every imaginable way, being paid salaries less than half of what white workers received and charged for their food in the labor camps that was provided free of charge to white workers.

All of these groups—the left-out and the left-behind, the downtrodden and the enslaved, the exploited and the oppressed—these long-gone groups are as invisible as the ones identified by Durvasula and Sankararaman but their presence in our national DNA is, I think, precisely what is dividing us so evenly into two sub-nations: those who feel threatened by the ghosts in our national genome and those who feel challenged by it, those who seek resolution and those who fear retribution, those whom history chastens and those whom history enrages.

The challenge facing the nation, therefore, is not to wrangle around endlessly about who won Georgia. It won’t change the outcome, anyway, so let it be figured out, certified, and moved past. The far greater challenge facing Americans is to encounter our own genome and to allow the ghosts we find there to make us into sensitive and caring citizens of a truly great republic. No more than that! But also no less.