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hello! i’m peter quill from guardians of the galaxy. i’m looking for any of the guardians, aside from gamora! 18+ only, thx :-)))
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hello! i’m peter quill from guardians of the galaxy. i’m looking for any of the guardians, aside from gamora! 18+ only, thx :-)))
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Kin. Straight up. Hyperfixated on rocket raccoon and raccoons in general skxjsisjsusjsjsijswbudheuskaismsi
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Why I think it is wrong to sexualize Rocket: a rant/vent
I’ve been seeing tons of posts and comments that have made me super upset lately. So much so that I’ve had to block #roquill (most of the gross stuff is from that ship I hate roquill so fkn much omg ). And I’ve just felt like I need to talk about it even though nobody asked for my opinion.
Please note must of this can be defeated by ‘he’s just a fictional character’ but ill address that in a bit.
Rocket’s story is fundamentally about he trying to overcompensate and regain control of his life after years of trauma and abuse. There is no point in the comics or movies where he is recovered in any meaningful capacity. Of course you can be attracted to fictional characters but it’s upsetting when his most sexualized quality is that he’s ‘bratty’. His anger issues are a trauma response and he isn’t like that at all when he’s comfortable. His characterization is that of a broken man dragging his way through life and realizing it’s ok to find comfort in other people. Sure, he’s witty and clever and furries love him but the fact that I’ve seen comments on Rocket art like “he’s such a power bottom omg…” when it’s not even suggestive makes me want to throw up.
Now the weird part of this post
I see the characters I kin as not only real people, but as facets of myself. When I personally see Rocket sexualized, it feels like an attack on ME. Rocket is genuinely one of the things that kept me from ending it for so long. I developed severe maladaptive daydreaming to cope with being bullied for being queer in the Deep South. For many years i promised myself I’d survive to see gotg vol 3. I’ve found such deep comfort and solace in him that the way I think and process things often connects to him. His personality molded to me and has stuck. He is me. Of course not literally; I know full well he’s just a character; but his story and his motivations and how he is as a person reflects myself so deeply I find it hard to separate where he ends and I, myself, begin.
I’ve heard that the character you relate to the most is how you see yourself; and that is fully true here. Me and him are just trying to gain control of our lives and make it through without relapsing. Even though I’m not an alien lab experiment or badass bounty hunter; I feel for him. I often think of him as a little ghost in the back of my head, guiding me through my life and a trans and autistic person in a rough spot.
Of course, I can’t and won’t stop anyone from liking what they like. I just wanted to share my experiences with Rocket and how much he truly means to me :)
(yes I should probably get real therapy yes I pirated every single gotg comic yes I own the plushie from Disney world yes I have thousands of headcannons that I’d love to share if anyone wants to hear them)
#rocket raccoon#gotg#autism#trans pride#trans man#kinnie#kin stuff#guardians of the galaxy#lylla otter#halfworld#peter quill#star lord#lycket#personal rant#vent post#personal experiences#comfort character#i need therapy#rant post#vent#rant#shipping discourse#shipping issue#gotg rocket#rocket
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Here’s my “literally me” list. Thoughts?
The Peter has some level of irony to it but I’m not exactly sure how much at this point
#kin list#tf2 medic#guardians of the galaxy#undertale#sans#sans undertale#alphys#alphys undertale#doofenshmirtz#drax#rocket raccoon#bowser#scarlet overkill#squidward#spongebob#family guy#peter griffin#family guy memes#meg griffin#flint lockwood
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if i had a nickel for every time i grew attached to the fictional anthropomorphic raccoon that started out as a dick bc of his shitty background and then ended up being the most mature character in the main cast, i'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice, right
#lotus speaks#guardians of the galaxy#rocket raccoon#regular show#rigby#no rlly like. i used to be the BIGGEST rigby stan/kin(?) ever#it's another reason why i checked out gotg#i saw some folks doing crossovers with him as rocket#and yeah. that's what convinced me lmao
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i swear to god that the next time we see peter he listens to boygenius. “not strong enough”? true blue? souvenir? me and my dog? cool about it? he is who they describe when talking about “not strong enough” in the genius video. the song is about a guy(gender neutral) who is having this realization that he’s not okay and he hates himself and he hates that he hates himself and craves attention and affection but at the same time believes he is unworthy of it and at some level above it all bc this is the best he’s gonna be and its just so complex. the fight between hating yourself and having a god complex. being ashamed vs proud of your mental illness. i love how gotg3 shows how all of them come to terms or start to come to terms(peter) with their problems and by the end of the movie make the best decisions for themselves. but fuck, peter needs to listen to boygenius😭
#gotg3#gotg vol 3#gotg3 spoilers#peter quill#star lord#chris pratt#guardians of the galaxy#boygenuis#pheobe bridgers#you’re telling me#that peter#does not connect with music?#its how he processes#also i kin him#so i would know#trust me#im autistic
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this is me if you even care
how tall do you reckon peter is compared to mikey
#weezer#kin#peter quill#gotg#guardians of the galaxy#coraline#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#trolls
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Propatulus Aurora AU
In which Earth, the entire solar sytem and other planets is alive, a universe where the impossible is only an illusion, where monsters and gods are sometimes both and can be killed, living amongst their mortal kin, where the concept of Death is different for every planet or galaxy, but the solar system has a concept of death joined with the void, as inevitable as it is kind, the primordial darkness rejoicing of the life that dots it. And in which Humans are just vibing after being properly introduced to the Wider Galaxy Community, turning enemies into friends and the like. Also, Earth takes no shit from alien invaders and boots them out the moment they try to enter her atmosphere.
Except for the good ones, they can stay.
In this Au, Planets were vaguely sorted into three categories: Destroyer, Creator, and Protector. The likes of Primus, Eukaris, Devisiun, Petropia and numerous others were known as Creator-planets, due to being able to seed life from their own bodies. Whereas Unicron, Pyros, Appoplexia and the like were known as the Destroyer-planets, being known to destroy dead planets to make way for the new cycle. As the name suggested, Protector-planets were primarily concerned with the defense of their home system, protecting it both from Destroyers seeking to devour a still living planet and Creators from seeding other planets with parasites, but also has the fewest planets of the three, with Earth being counted among it alongside her siblings in the Solar System in the Milky Way. Arburia also counted as a Protector before it's destruction.
But for those lacking a Protector-planet to defend them, a Guardian and a Titan was the next best thing individual planets can have. Consisting of a planet's strongest children, they can be considered as gods in the view of others. E.g. Godzilla and Mothra of Earth are a textbook example of a Titan and Guardian pairing, despite the fact that Earth was a Protector-planet. Earth is their version of a cryptid to her fellow planets, appearing in other galaxies with no warnings.
Where humans have powers that is derived from their souls, some able to turn it tangible as their weapon of choice like a sword, or manifesting an entire armour made up of their soul or even performing them like the four elements. Due to this close connection with their own lifeforce they live somewhere in between the living and the spiritual world, otherwise called as the umbral, or fourth dimension. The denizens of the Umbral World consist of mythological or extinct creatures and primarily steeped in magic, invisible to the naked eye. And in honor of their mother-planet, they dedicated themselves to taking care of creatures trying to cause trouble in the mortal realm, whether by rehabilitation or execution, the primary group known for this is called the Titanslayers, led by June Darby and Cade Yeager.
All of this is done quietly in the shadows, considering almost none in the Wider Galaxy Community is aware of the Umbral Dimension. The Anur system are one of the few to also be able to interact with the Umbral Dimension, as well as the Null Dimension and Legerdomain by virtue of being attached to it.
Earth is steeped in magic, so humans have been able to mostly connect it seamlessly with technology and even science (E.g. Ben Tennyson being a World Shifter as well as a biologist in this AU). The primary examples are the Jaegers, metal machines operated by human pilots and the love child of science, technology and magic.
The Earth-Titans are also denizens of the Umbral Dimensions, so they are a visible example of creatures originating in the Umbral Dimension living in the Mortal Realm.
Also, Earth is as ancient as the other planets, consisting of those ages in trillions, but because she only settled into a planet after most planets already turned inactive in the case of the Creator-planets, the Galaxy widely believed she was only 4 billion years old, having only counted the years she was a planet rather than the active creature she was back then, having been the third to settle as a planet in their solar system.
Also, Earth's biodiversity came from the planets and creatures she has killed and eaten, once having been described as containing a black hole for a stomach, and with those biodiversity inherited by humans was born their nearly limitless ability to procreate with any sentient creature in the Galaxy. As long as they have the equivalent of a soul, they can carry a child of that alien species, double the effectiveness if they were just using their soul, as having just used it means their lifeforce is still closer to the surface of their physical body and made flexible enough to make procreation between two different species possible. (E.g. The Plumbers Kids/Amalgam Kids, Max McGrath, Kevin Levin, Others)
Hybrid children still aren't that common though, due to having to feed fragment bits of their own soul to sustain a half foreign onr. It can even prove taxing enough to require a third party stepping in just so both parent and offspring doesn't die.
Ancient creatures lurk in the background of the universe, taking the form of Suns, Black Holes and the like. Helios, the Sun of the Solar System, is one such example.
And as a bonus, this AU is primarily crack with eldritch horror, heartfelt feelings and interspecies romance mixed in.
In other words, welcome to the crackfest that is Propatulus Aurora, and enjoy your stay!
(PS. I'll be taking stuff from each canon and mashing them together to fit my perceptions and suits my purposes, and ignoring anything else that doesn't.)
#earth is a deathworld#earth is awesome#humans are deathworlders#humans are space orcs#transformers#godzilla#ben 10#max steel#pacific rim#Propatulus Aurora#naelsthoughts#crossover#behold my magnum opus#*sarcasm*
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ATTENTION EVERYONE
FROM THIS MOMENT FORWARD I WILL NOT BE SANE
I KNOW TOO MUCH ABOUT THIS GOLDEN DORK AND I WILL MAKE THAT LITERALLY EVERYONE ELSE'S PROBLEM FROM NOW UNTIL ETERNITY
THE GUARDIANS TRAILER-- I AM *SHAKING!!!* MY BOI, I'VE WAITED SO LONG AAAAAAHHHHH
#when i tell you this trailer had me in a chokehold-#back to marvelposting like the unhinged brain-necrotic gremlin that i am#adam warlock#guardians of the galaxy#marvel mcu#guardians of the galaxy vol 3#trailer#marvel#marvel cinematic universe#gotg3#screencaps#reblog#not mine#but heck if an angsty golden dork stumbles up to my door looking to be adopted then fuck it I'm keeping him like the stray puppy that he is#i should be concerned about how much i literally kin this bitch in the comics#philosophical and dramatic while also hopelessly pining for found family stuff? he's just like me fr#once again#i apologize for the person i’m about to become#prepare yourselves
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History of Arctic-113
A cataclysm of death sullied Heavens flame long ago; casting divine bloodshed upon the dawn of Zenith‘s Decay. With her touch forbidden not a single light could pierce the tides of a cruel war, leaving galaxies across existence to be swallowed whole by darkness. Planets withered away unto swaths of frozen stones, harboring only barren fields that hungered for light—as even a stars warmth fell absent to their yearning. Echoed from the fractured and torn surface of every stone is a tale of old, whispering a time when they once blossomed with life. Now remnants of an ecosystem left ravaged by the scorn of divine conflict, they were fated to wither unto a celestial corpse. Within gales of a festering cold, three titans trekked silently as all that survived this terrible calamity. Tears welled in the eyes of ancients who howled with lament; mourning the loss of their dear kin. What once prospered a land home to titans of great stature now lied torn asunder—stripped away from all who cherished it by fates hand with only ageless vessels that remain tethered to a tale that had forsaken them. Driven only by a final resolve to lay their kin to rest, the ancient triad banded together and cleaved tombs from the surface of this frostbitten pathos.
With every fleeing century, the lagging titans grew languorous. One by one, each of the three descended to their knees to further nestle themselves unto the cold sediment. Their bodies erected from the surface like obelisks; protruding far from the frozen ground with a gaze unwavering. Closing their eyes, the triad caved to the frozen wastes and became one with the snow… However, their tale did not end here. It was as if the very sky was lit aflame—billows of ashen grey clouds cracked and burst with light upon the celestial reign of a new dawn. A kindled spark engulfed awakening stars to ignite the horizon of this frozen rock that had been left adrift for eons. Blanketed by its warmth, the rocks barren surface was washed with new hope; instilling vigor to those dormant beneath its crust. Hardened soil unfurled like the monarchs who breach from their cocoons, as colossal beasts erupted from its fissures… The Behemoths Wake ushered the dawn of a new world.
Landscapes quivered as the ground quaked and ice splintered; disturbed by the claws of beasts who sought to break free from their gelid graves. Rising beneath the first dawn, their eyes were met with barren expanses that had remained forlorn for far too long. To reshape the world was to play god—so too was their vision. In a display of divine intuition, the behemoths tore unto the frostbitten ground as mountains breached its fractures whilst trees unfurled from the scars. Snow careened gently from the sky, reflecting brilliant hues that danced throughout a newborn planet. The ancient triad watched as their kin acted with new life to restore a world thought to have been long lost. Overcome by emotion, tears trickled from their sunken eyes and filled the planets wounds with oceans and rivers. A behemoth who honed blades of divinity at its fingertips sought to guide the water and carve a sodden realm of its own; so it cultivated the gelid seas. Each of the three titans observed joyously as their kin nurtured swaths of biomes that would come to harbor life as it once did before.
Whilst a stars heavenly gaze looked after this rejuvenated planet, its zenith did not shine brightly enough to quell its darkness. A beast reared its ugly head from the depths of this world, shadowing the new dawn. An unruly and hateful colossal it was, and without love it wore a wretched heart stained by the scorn of a war that decimated galaxies long before it. To hold the ideals of catastrophe and death was to oppose those who sought prosper, and soon conflict evolved between these sacred guardians and the behemoth with a taste for destruction. It’s fury seared a trail of death in its conquest, ravaging the very fields beneath it. The ancient triad were left with no other choice but to confront this rampaging beast—lest they watch their home be enthralled by calamity once more. Legends paint the tale of a struggle that stretched on for centuries, only coming to a end once the triad forged a powerful blade from within the planets core. With this weapon, they pierced the heart of the behemoth. Defeated, it collapsed unto a sea of crimson snow. It then looked to the ancient triad with pleading eyes, begging for forgiveness; for the behemoth truly did not wish to perish. The ancient triad promised mercy on the terms that it swore its allegiance to them. Rather than harm their cherished home, it must vow to defend it. It is said that the behemoth swore an oath and was allowed to feel the dawn of a new day, however a fragment of the blade that ended its reign of terror was left wedged between its chest to serve as a reminder to its promise.
Primitive societies of arctic-113 revere the behemoths as gods, while others fear their display of divine power like the devil.
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"Within the shadows, I find my radiance."
Beneath the brilliant light of day, the shadows often go unseen - dismissed as mere absence, a void to be filled. Yet within their velveteen folds lies a potent essence, a fertile mystery awaiting your exploration. To embrace the shadows is to reclaim a forgotten aspect of your power.
The spirit guides beckon you inwards, into the rich web of your inner landscape. Here, the light of ego cannot penetrate, revealing insights obscured by its harsh glare. The ancestors whisper of truths woven into the fabric of the night, of wisdom cloaked in dreamless slumber and the potential of the void.
As you venture deeper, the shadows envelop you in their cool caress. What was once feared now becomes an initiation, a descent into the holy darkness that precedes rebirth. You are the cosmic serpent, shedding outmoded skins to be born anew into authenticity.
Breathe into the stillness, the quiet power of a world uncluttered by incessant Yang. This is the womb-space where creation takes form, the fertile void that birthed galaxies. Let the busyness of the day-world fall away as you surrender to the sweet embrace of Yin.
The spirit guides gather close, midnight guardians illuminating the contours of your soul. Their obsidian wings wrap you in a protective cocoon as you explore the shadowed alcoves of your psyche. Here, you may meet the exiled aspects of your being - the fears, the wounds, the parts of yourself once disowned.
Greet them as long-lost kin, welcoming their gifts into the reunion of your wholeness. For to reject the shadows is to reject the totality of your cosmic essence. You are not a fragmented being, subject to the whims of limitation. You are a luminous spiral, a continuum of light and dark woven into the stunning web of your becoming.
As you dive deeper still, the voices of the ancestors arise - an ancient chorus resonating through your cells. They beckon you to claim your sovereign darkness, the void-womb from which all creation springs. This is no empty chasm but the primordial source, the cosmic well that births stars into being.
Feel your essence expanding into this shadowed expanse, vaster than galaxies and yet intimate as a whispered truth. You are both the void and the emanation, the serpent devouring its tail in a sacred cycle of death and rebirth. To embrace the shadows is to reclaim your connection to the Great Mystery, the immense potentiality that precedes all form.
As you emerge from this holy initiation, carry the shadows' teachings like a chalice of night-blessed wine. Let their richness infuse your daily existence, a reminder that true radiance is found by integrating both light and dark. You are a being of celestial proportions, and within your cosmic expanse, there is room for it all.
Ritual: Sit or lay in complete darkness, letting your senses attune to the velvety stillness. Call upon the spirit guides to reveal the shadowed aspects of your being you have rejected or feared. One by one, invite these exiled parts back into the circle of your wholeness. Offer them a seat at the council fire of your soul, letting their wisdom and medicine enrich the web of your becoming. Exchange solemn vows to embody the full spectrum of your divinity, embracing both the luminous and the shadowed aspects as sacred expressions of your cosmic essence.
As you move through your daily existence, carry the essence of the void like a secret talisman. In moments of overwhelm or busyness, let it be a reminder to breathe into the fertile stillness, drawing from the infinite source that precedes all form. Honor the cycles of darkness and renewal, letting go into the metamorphic chrysalis as one incarnation transcends into the next. You are a radiant, ever-unfolding spiral of consciousness - and within your cosmic revolt, the sacred light and dark are forever entwined as one.
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Favorite Ship / Supernova
(disclaimer: i hc eris morn with they/them pronouns)
Lately, things have been calm and she got her paperwork for the day done sooner than usual, so with the free time Ikora decided it would be nice to have a spontaneous date. She sends a message to Eris, hoping they aren’t busy at the moment. At least, far as she knew there shouldn’t be anything taking up their time. After a few moments Ikora smiles when her screen lights up with a response.
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It’s a cool, clear night where you’d swear you could see every star in the galaxy that wasn’t eclipsed by the moonlight. A sight like this wasn’t possible in the last city, and seldom did Ikora get the chance to venture out of it. Duty was a chain and it kept her not too far from the city, but in the rare chances she had the opportunity she wanted to take advantage.
Setting down a blanket on the side of a hill, Ikora places two comfortable, large pillows she had against the incline. Eris patiently stood by, their form illuminated by the light of the moon as they looked up to the sky. She wondered how much hive eyes could pick up on the distant pin-pricks of light, having been told they weren't the same as human ones. If you compared it to human vision, technically you could say they were blind.
Nonetheless, they mentioned their way of “seeing” just works differently now. They still had a sense of their surroundings, even knew the distance between themselves and the moon. An odd thing to be precognitive of but they chalked it up to it being the birthplace of their transformation, when Eris became kin to the very enemy they sought the end of.
How things have changed. Outside of that Eris had a sensitivity to paracausality which gave her a refined sense of other guardians as well as the shape of their light, despite being without. Strange changes, but not without some benefits. Ikora reaches over to gently bump her hand against theirs to catch Eris’ attention without startling them. As if much could startle them anymore.
“Finished?” Eris asks as they turn to look at Ikora who nods, the pair’s hands linking together as they settle onto the cozy patch. They lean back, side by side with hands still intertwined and multiple points of contact between their bodies. Silence hung in the air for a short time as they enjoyed the view, until Ikora broke it with a question. One she had long wondered about since Eris’ ascent from the Hellmouth.
“Do you miss it?” She softly questions, gently squeezes Eris’ hand with her thumb rubbing against the length of theirs. “Miss what?” They reply after a short second. “The light. What you were, before-” Ikora stops herself choosing not to say the rest.
A contemplative pause, “It doesn’t matter now, does it? It happened. All I can do is move forward in spite of it.” That solemn answer cuts straight through Ikora’s question with a knife’s edge. She turns her head toward Eris who continues, “Nothing good comes from dwelling on what’s missing.” and then a little quieter. “Do you wish I was unchanged?”
Ikora frowns and quickly sits up, turning her whole body towards them. “I only wish for you to return from the things you hunt every time, safe and sound.” Eris gazes at her as she leans over to rest a hand against their cheek. “It doesn’t matter, as long as you’re still here.” She gives Eris an affectionate smile.
Eris’ own lips quirk up as they sit up as well, faces hovering inches apart before they make the first move to kiss Ikora. It lasts mere seconds as they slowly break apart but still close enough to feel each other’s breath. “In my darkest, loneliest moments, I miss the presence of your light over mine.”
To think, after everything that’s happened including losing the light, Eris would rather have Ikora leaves her feeling a certain way. She feels the void open its empty maw in her chest, wanting to devour her heart over the proclamation. “Do you?” Ikora breathes out, letting the void energy trickle through her fingertips against Eris’ cheek.
Eris’ shivers a little from the sensation as they turn their face more into her hand, the ever present dark tears dissipate against Ikora’s radiant light. “I do.” Almost reluctantly, they retreat from the physical contact to look Ikora full on when they ask, “Show me your light.”
It comes out not as a question but like a lover’s request for their partner to share their body. And traveler save her, she finds herself bending easily to it. Usually Ikora wasn’t for unnecessary displays of her light, but she couldn’t resist Eris. So she adjusts into a kneeled position and brings her hands to hover in front of her mid-air.
Fluorescent violet light begins to form in a small, concentrated ball between her hands, steadily growing in size and luminescence. Ikora envisions in her mind pouring the void into a container, particles being shifted in an even circular motion that continues to slowly get bigger.
It’s the size of a kick ball when she decides to stand up, purple light shining its hue across the two of them. Eris watches the nova bomb increase further and further until Ikora has to lift it over her head and release it up toward the sky, flying up and up to a seemingly impossible height until it explodes like a collapsing star.
Like a firework streaks of void shoot outward from the center and leave glittering trails of void as the bolts try and fail to find a target, thus bursting into smaller showers of purple that sparkle amongst the starry sky. An imprint of the void lingers like the burn of an afterimage from a too bright light.
“Beautiful.” Eris says in appreciation. Ikora sits back down with them as they reach out to grab her hand and trace it, making her shiver in return. She pulls their hand up to her mouth and kisses the knuckles of it, huffing a short laugh. “I’m glad you can still find beauty in the light.”
#ikoraweek2024#ikora rey#destiny 2#prompt is favorite ship? oh baby you know what time it is with me#listen i know that just watching someone lob a nova bomb doesn't sound exciting#its less about the what and more about the who. watching someone else perform a mundane task vs watching someone you love#finding beauty and awe for the little things because its not just about liking what they're best at but anything they do#also its because half the time i'm in raids or some other activity and i have a charged nova but we have to stop or wipe#i love to just lob that thing up and watch it explode. everyone else: arguing over best super due to utility/damage#me: nova bomb cataclysm because it big pretty purple explosion#anyway. i like to hc eris is technically blind by human standards but hive and paracausal sense ability wise#she's more aware than someone with 20/20 vision. and i like the idea that guardians can be discerned by their#own individual light or even darkness capabilities. does it make sense? maybe not.#did this fic feel ooc as i wrote it and is it? maybe but idc. i want love and appreciation of your partner#just for their simplest most mundane things. not just for the exemplary things they do#and these 2 deserve to have more moments not being entirely closed off/focused on what's happening. a moment of vulnerability#void.txt#void.write
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Giegue/giygas for the ask game, maybe?
First impression: I learned about Giygas through internet osmosis long before I even thought to play EarthBound. All the usual "ooooh this game is secretly sooo dark" and "he's ack-chewally an aborted fetus, see, oooo" kinda shit. I remember it giving me the impression Mother was way scarier and edgier than it turned out to be. (I played games like OFF and Yume Nikki first though. So by the time I got around to Mother, it was very refreshing to play somethin bright & uplifting at its core, lmao.) (In retrospect, I kinda wish Giygas wasn't among the first things every prospective player is told about the EarthBound. Going into the Giygas battle blind seems like it would've rearranged my brain molecules, and I wish I'd gotten to experience it like that.) I forget when exactly I learned about Giegue (I didn't get to play M1 blind either), but I'm pretty sure my first impression was honestly pretty neutral? The imposing presence of a huge alien spaceship, 8-bit sci-fi machinery, and a barely legible creature in a capsule was pretty wicked to see for myself the first time though!
Impression now: Giygas is a big triple decker chocolate layer cake worth of metaphor & symbolism. The existential horror of growing up, the fear of losing who you fundamentally are in the process, the horrific inhumanity adults are capable of, the hopelessness of coming to terms with the world as it is, and so on. Not really a character per se, but the quintessential globular slurry of adolescent angst Ness & pals've gotta contend with. Giegue is a bittersweet little story about a broken family. An internal conflict between vengeance, familial love, and maybe where one's obligations lie? Cool antagonist for sure. I wanna like him more than I do (M1's cryptic hands-off approach to storytelling is hard for me to sink my teeth into 😔). I've speculatively written (and drawn a comic for the upcoming zine 😉) about how Giegue became Giygas, and read some good fics on the topic. In the canon we're given, though? There's really so little binding them together narratively or thematically… I have a difficult time reconciling the two, in the context of the games themselves. Mother 2 in general feels more like a reboot than a sequel - and there's hardly if any "lore" weaving Giegue & Giygas together - so Itoi's choice to declare they're one and the same just seems kinda odd to me. C'est la vie. Fan creators make do.
Favorite moment: The Giygas battle, but like, before he goes sicko mode. When he's bound to a chamber of wires and innards, reflecting Ness' face back at him, and it turns out our fervently raving buddy Porky is actually the one in "control". The atmosphere is so intense and unnerving, such a bizarre yet captivating way to ramp things up. There's like, this sense of stomach-churning dread, as you begin - if only scarcely - to realize the alien overlord you were expecting is an entity far more powerful and personal and helpless and incomprehensible than you ever could've imagined. I mean. You know, because the internet spoiled you when you were 11. But in the bigness of the moment it still makes my mitochondria itch on a primal and cellular level. /pos. Love it.
Idea for a story: My favorite Giegue thing is the vague implication (??) of whatever the hell George did to to him. Y'know, whatever made him hate humanity so much. Whenever I see fan content speculating on how George might've experimented on him or mistreated him I do in fact Feel Somethin' There. (I have been a sucker for angsty-creature-in-a-lab stories from the time I saw Mewtwo Strikes Back in kindergarten all the way to Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 3 a couple months ago, and I don't suppose I'll ever be sick of 'em.) The conflict it introduces between George and Maria is intriguing too. Like, her husband's treating her dearly beloved child like a science project? Trying to extract the secrets of PSI from his oversized alien brain?? You know if this kinda shit went down, those two were on a caliber of divorce drama the world has rarely seen.
Unpopular opinion: I really like Giegue design interpretations that're freaky and grotesque and biologically unfamiliar. When the beast isn't just mammalian in nature. Truly out of this world.
Favorite relationship: A mean-spirited but otherwise ordinary 13-year-old willingly aligned himself with the alien emodiment of all things evil. And the alien embodiment of all things evil willingly let the kid be his right-hand man. And I'm normal about it. EarthBound tells us basically nothing about how Porky n' Giygas' partnership in crime came to be, but speculating about it sends me into a shark frenzy. Porky seeking power over the world that wronged him, at literally any cost. Giygas weaponizing a child's worst, most vengeful impulses. Porky ultimately usurping Giygas, at least in terms of agency. Witnessing the absolute horror his "master" becomes, and simply sidestepping out of the universe itself to dodge the mess he brought about. I like to imagine there was a period where Giygas was still cognizant enough to maintain a rapport with Porky - and that the two of them fucking hated each other. Both of 'em using the other as a means to an end, assured in the conviction they're the one with the upper hand. And they're kind of both wrong. Bloaw up da worl.
Favorite headcanon: Giegue/Giygas speaks (telepathically?) with a rural midwestern accent. Courtesy of the fine folks who raised him. Other aliens probably think it's weird and mondo cringe, but are too intimidated to say so.
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Sometimes a friend group is Basil from Omori, Starlord from Guardians of the Galaxy, Edward from Cowboy Beebop, Ezio from Assassin's Creed, Otacon from Metal Gear Solid, and one the guy who somehow still doesn't understand what kinning is
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#fictionkinfessions#fictionkin#basilkin#omorigamekn#starlordkin#gotgkin#edwardkin#cowboybeebopkin#eziokin#assassinscreedkin#mgskin#otaconkin#mod party cat
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Introducing me/My Blog because I am relatively new here and it's slowly becoming an obsession.
Name: Finja
Pronounce: she/her
Sexuality: bi I guess (currently in a little crisis but we're gonna ignore that okay?)
My character: confident, critical, direct (i have no filter), high level of selflove (some people call it egoistic), trustworthy, motivating
Age: 18
Hight: 182cm
Nationality: German
Fav Emojis: 😭💀🥲🫡✨(i usually don't use them as much)
Fav colour: rainbow, pink, dark red, navy, forest green
Fav Food: Pasta (with literally anything), Pizza
Fav romance movies: 10 things I hate about you, purple hearts, the princess and the frog
Fav not romance movies: Avengers: Endgame, Coco, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3, Interstellar, Spiderman: No way home
Fav show: Fate: the Winx saga (cancelled after 2 seasons🥲), Wednesday
Fav actor: Scarlett Johansson, Andrew Garfield, Jenna Ortega, Anne Heathaway, Jennifer Lawrence, Angelina Jolie
Fav singers: Taylor Swift, Sabrina carpenter, Olivia Rodrigo, Conan Grey, Georgia Cavallo (she's so good omg check her out pls), Billie Eilish, PEGGY
Fav song: The night we met - Lord Huron (nothing will ever compare to this song), This is the life - Amy Macdonald (superior)
My playlist:
Fav TS songs: The lakes, Long Live, I hate it here, How did it end, The smart man who ever lived, Carolina
Songs i relate to: Honey and Glass - Peyton Cardoza, Born to be alive - Bea and her Business, Whos afraid of little old me - Taylor Swift
Fav books: A good girl's guide to murder (Trilogy) - Holly Jackson, Six of Crows (Duology) - Leigh Bardugo, Fourth Wing - Rebecca Yarros, The inheritance games - Jennifer Linn Barnes, The seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo - Taylor Jenkins Reid
Fav quotes:
"Well, I'm not a poet, I'm just a woman." ~Amy March (Little Women)
"Draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man!" ~Taylor Swift (Vigilante Shit)
"Be the woman you needed as a girl."
Main Fandom: Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Swifty (Taylor Swift Fan)
Kin: James Potter
Other Fandoms: Marvel, Notion (don't know if a 'fandom' exists but yk)
Book boy/girlfriends: Azriel (ACOTAR), Ravi Signh (Agggtm), Pippa Fitz-Amobi (Agggtm), Violet Sorrengail (Fourth Wing), Natascha Romanoff (Marvel)
I have even more for most of the categories so if your interested in more recommendations, just say so...
#taylor swift#girlblogging#marauders#dead gay wizards#i hate it here#introduction#my blog#thats me#hi#favorite#fav#faves#Wednesday#pasta#pasta lover#pizza#sabrina carpenter#olivia rodrigo#marvel#marvel cinematic universe#billie eilish#conan grey#PEGGY#Georgia Cavallo#swifty#notion#james kinnie#james potter#a good girls guide to murder#harry potter
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