Welp, here I am crying over the Ood and Donna's loose curls and sad eyes and the song of the DoctorDonna carrying across the universe into forever.
It's already wild that once upon a time--for a very long time--we thought that song would be the only way they would be together.
And the Ood, to this day, may be my favorite aliens across any media. They're a telepathic hive mind and they're lovely and they're born with their brain in their hands.
Which... something something, my penchant for idolizing vulnerability to a fault.
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Do you think bugs fall in love?
Their small bodies host even tinier brains. Built to crawl through soil and rocks bigger than itself. Running on a simple software bouncing between eat, sleep, fight, flight, and copulate.
V1 is smarter than a bug. It must be. It’s a war machine, so it must be. Its programming is complex enough to fry several motherboards; the internals are heated from constant, unrelenting processing needs. If it updates its optical data intake to any greater degree than these rough, messy polygons, it’d surely perish from the overwhelming information.
V1 is built to kill first, survive second. To be fair, survival would ensure more killing, so it’d be more effective. Moving through the battlefield, culling lives, drawing blood. Perfectly aligned with its programmed objectives, then.
Gabriel is smarter than a bug. He must be. He’s an angel, so he must be. He’s one of the best soldiers in the heavenly realm. Armour and swords glistened with pride and justice. He sees all. He judges all. His loyalty and perfect track record have earned him a high rank within the order. Leaving behind the creaturely "it". His light burns hot and bright within his constitution.
Gabriel is built as a messenger of the Father, then a judge of Hell. To be fair, the role of a judge was assigned to him by the council, so he supposes that his placement can be summed up as the bearer of the divine authority to bring right to all other creatures. Perfectly aligned, then.
Bugs… Well, they’re the same. I suppose. Small beings. Running pre-programmed orders derived from centuries of evolution: eat, sleep, fight, flight, and copulate. No role. No responsibilities.
Bugs are built naturally and fully, unlike humankind; but formed and ready to go within seconds from their births, like machines and angels.
So. Do they live?
When the machine and the angel escape their chains, do they see themselves in bugs?
Bugs are born to live, temporarily, fleetingly, yet live nonetheless. Do they, then, deserve to live, freeing and meaninglessly. No role. No responsibilities.
So. Do bugs love?
Do they learn that they can go beyond their basic structures? Do they see their own reflection in each other’s compound eyes? Do they recognize each other’s bodies, scents, heat? Do they feel the desire for closeness?
To flutter wings like a dance of waltz. To brush antennae like butterfly kisses. To greet and caress and lie next to each other near their death.
To move through the sky in battle, in passion. To clash swords and fists and bullets. To greet and caress and lie next to each other near their death.
The same cells in the same blood coursing beneath the same suit of exoskeletons.
Machine, angel, bug. Boiled down to the barest essence of existence; crisp simplicity.
To live, to love.
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I just saw that post of yours where Lust, where he could learn your native language and tell you sweet words. And I'm sure he would do that!!! But if you say something to Cross in your native language, this poor boy will be very confused. "What did you just say? What does it mean?" Imagine his blushy face when you tell him what it really means.
( /)/////(\;; lust is the sweetest,, , 💜💙 he would,, thank u anons for making me believe that,, will rotate those thoughts in my head kjnsdfkfd///<333 )
confused cro below
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sukugo really has the "i wanna kill you, but i also wanna kiss you." kind of love. the "we're both fucked up, but at least we can both be fucked up together." kind of love. the "no one else can understand me like you do." kind of love. the "sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine." kind of love. the "i want you inside me. i want your claws sinking into my skin." kind of love. the "i hold your heart in my hand and i don't know if i want to keep it or crush it between my fingers." kind of love. the "you're the only one who can kill me. you're the only one i give permission to do so." kind of love. the "i've killed you, but i will never forget how your blood soaked my hands." kind of love. the "i want to devour you." kind of love.
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just the whole... invasiveness of what kusuke does to tori in the abduction arc. the way he takes all this love that tori has for kusuo and twists those two kinds of lust that largely motivate toritsuka as a character, braids power and sex together into a jealousy so overwhelming that it very literally drives tori insane.
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