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beautifulwigs · 2 years ago
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Unlock Your Style with the Human Hair pieces.
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elalalune · 1 year ago
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Queen of Hearts/Red Queen 🍶
White Duchess ❤️‍🔥
Cheshire Cat 🦩
(Wonderland au)
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softmangoes · 2 months ago
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strands of the past | mr. crawling x you
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mr. crawling's hair is soft. it streams between your fingers like cool silk, each strand shiny and miraculously unmatted considering the conditions of this realm.
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"hair item good," he beams, leaning closer into your touch with every pass of the comb.
mr. crawling sounds like the wind. susurrous. an echoing of voices whispering, layered atop each other.
when upset, his voice is a gale, low and foreboding. a gust of wind, swift and ready to cut through whatever hopes to bring you harm.
in the moments you are alone, it is a gentle breeze, asking if you are alright. and of course you are, because you are together. now. forever.
"sit still," you laugh, tucking a lock behind his ear.
he chuckles in response, a joyous sound punctuated by a wide smile.
"cute," you say. "i almost want to kiss you."
the language of this world is too harsh for him to imitate yours. a long, wet tongue flicks along sharp, blackened teeth.
"kisss?" he says, drawing it out. "what kisss?"
he leans forward, his hand brushing your wrist.
"you teach me?" he asks in a way that's so sincere that you find yourself setting the comb down so you could press your mouth to his.
mr. crawling tastes like the cold. like the first frosted breath of winter. ice against your tongue.
the specter guides you onto his lap, enveloping you in the soft fabric of his yukata as he embraces you. the bed groans at the shift in weight and he deepens the kiss, intrigued by your warmth.
you huff, breathless at his hunger. his need. his desire.
as you pull him closer, there is a vision that strikes you: the wind howling, the mud splashing beneath your hands as you crawl across the expanse of what used to be your village, hot blood running down your cheeks from ruined eyes.
you are looking for someone. you were supposed to protect them. you make a sound— a name—but the wind rips it from your throat. water torrents from above, roaring at your pitiful heroics. where, who—
you pull away, the damp darkness of this haunted realm hurtling back to you within an instant.
your fingers are still in mr. crawling's hair, your mouth a breath away from his. he has you in a light embrace, steadying you. the tip of his snakelike tongue traces your bottom lip, curious, before it slips back into his mouth.
"you alright?" he says softly. "scared?"
your breath is unsteady, your hands clammy. what you experienced was a memory that was not one you have lived.
"no," you say, thinking of the scent of rain. the cold droplets that seemed to stream down your face. the anguish of knowing that you failed to keep someone you treasured safe.
no, you think, bringing your hand to cup his cheek. that wasn't you.
mr. crawling smiles at your touch, his mouth so impossibly wide. you can't help but find it endearing at how much this specter enjoys your mere presence.
"me together you," he says, wrapping his arms around you. he presses his forehead against yours. "me keep you safe. always."
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kacievvbbbb · 25 days ago
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What is fun about the last time Shanks saw Mihawk he was probably 29 on the cusp of 30 and then they fall out and they don’t really reconnect until Mihawk is middle age and Shanks on his way there.
That’s alot of time to miss someone you used to know intimately. A whole life has been lived there. And think how much Mihawk must have changed how much shanks himself has changed. All this to say that I really think Shanks loves watching this version of Mihawk being domestic and having his little old lady hobbies.
He loves watching him cook and bake and talk about recipes and how to make sure the little gremlins under his care are getting the proper nutrients. He loves watching him tend to his garden with his ridiculously domestic sun hat, he loves watching him pick strawberries and put them into a little quicker basket and plant and harvest cocoa trees for Perona, and teach Zoro how to chop vegetables really fast and embroider his little flower patterns and read erotica and newspapers Like the same thing and take naps in the sun spot like a cat and interact with the kids and just he likes seeing Mihawk live his life because I will never come down from the hill that Shanks really kind of subconsciously worries about him and his loneliness and kind of the empty way he was living his life.
Cause like I think for shanks it’s such a jarring juxtaposition with the Mihawk that’s still freshest in his memories 10 years ago. 20 something young dangerous and wanted. Mihawk back then was probably the definition of vagabond literally bound to nothing and no one except occasionally shanks. Sailing around in a tiny ass boat with only wine and his sword a one man calamity.The Mihawk he remembers was always itching for a fight and would gladly start one. And because I headcannon Mihawk probably didn’t get his title till after his big blowout with shanks this is still a Mihawk with a lot to fucking prove and he’ll prove it every chance he gets. This is a Mihawk who still regularly accepts challengers and is also actively challenging people. This is a Mihawk that is hunting marines for sport (or revenge Or both) His life revolves around wine, sword-fighting, violence and blood shed and in the way only a man that doesn’t even realize how lonely he is it revolved around shanks.
I just think 20 something Mihawk had 1 friend and 1 hobby and hewas a lonely fuck who was so intensely single-mindedly putting all his energy into both he ends up kind of losing both (shanks crumples under the weights of his expectations and he literally positions himself so far above the crowd in swordsmanship and the one fight he actually does want to have is ruined for him that for a long period of time he doesn’t even experience the same joy that he used to while fighting it’s just another thing he can no longer fully indulge in) 20 something year old Mihawk was a discontent mess rapidly spiraling into depression and nihilistic boredorm and like Shanks can’t do anything about it because Mihawk won’t do anything about it he won’t even properly acknowledge it’s happening. And suddenly they aren’t friends anymore the love of his life literally walks out of it.
And then 10 years go by and zap suddenly here’s this 41 one year old man mostly unchanged but definetly more mature on the cusp of something truly life changing and then there’s this 43 year old with an island and a home and these 2 kids that he can’t even properly contextualize how they fit into his life and that must be so jarring one moment shanks remember A 29 year old nihilist that is literally breaking his heart and now here’s a “mellowed” out little old grandma hobby having middle aged man doing needle point on a Sunday evening come to take his place. A whole life lived in 12 years and Shanks didn’t get to see a lot of it but he’s so glad to see this now, that he gets to have this now.
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grif-hawaiian-rolls · 3 months ago
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something about trust
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“How… does it feel?” Locus asked haltingly. Lopez shrugged. “<Weird. But I expected that.>” Locus hummed, his brow furrowed like he was lost in thought as he scanned Lopez’s face. Lopez grabbed Locus’ wrists, bringing his hands to his throat.  “What are you--?” “<One way to test it. Take my head off.>” Locus’ eyes widened, his expression turning panicked. He tried to pull his hands away, but Lopez held him steady. “<You are the only person strong enough,>” Lopez said firmly, giving the other no room to balk any further. “<If this synthskin doesn’t fix the problem, I want to know now, not later.>” Lopez could feel the way Locus’s hands shifted, his fingers flexing as he fought some internal debate. Lopez couldn’t read his mind, but the flicker of those marble grey eyes was telling as Locus looked at his hands around Lopez’s throat, then to his face and then back again and again. “<It doesn’t hurt, if that’s what all this fuss is about.>” Not strictly true, having his head removed wasn’t exactly a pleasant feeling. But better to do it now, with some degree of control, than in the middle of a fight or an accident. The sensation of feeling everywhere his skin touched was strange though, the normally very localized sensors spread out across the surface of the synthskin. Was this how humans felt things all the time? No wonder they were so easily distracted. Neither of them moved. “You’re certain?” Locus asked finally, his voice little more than a whisper. Lopez raised an eyebrow and let himself grin just a little at being able to convey the sentiment properly. Maybe there were some advantages to the synthskin after all. “<I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t.>” A nod, then the pressure. Lopez knew Locus was strong, for a human, but the feeling of his hands tightening around his neck and pulling at his jaw, the base of his metal skull…  His head didn’t budge, and the pressure eased. Lopez clicked his tongue, releasing Locus’ wrists. “<Good. That is one problem fixed, at least.>”
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sugarfortia · 4 days ago
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Too ambitious.
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serpentface · 1 month ago
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I'm not even super deeply plugged into your worldbuilding lore and yet somehow last night I had a dream about being sacrificed by an odonii (I volunteered) (it was an overall positive experience that made me feel a sense of purpose and importance) so that's cool I guess
That's awesome I love infectinhg the minds of my tumblr followers
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agalychnisspranneusroseus · 3 months ago
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re: raised in amphibia marcy who is nothing but the cores host
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beyond the psychological stuff im also thinking about the physical. the evil science possibilities. im just like. canonically its hinted that the core did stuff to marcys body just in the few months it had her to make its vessel more suitable. the plug ports that were apparently in her limbs bc otherwise she would be getting stabbed by those things. "this thing needs some calibration" about marcys body??? what did it mean by that??? and like u mention her being wired up to it in the original ask
anyways im up here thinking abt how much it mightve done to her if it had her for that long. if it had the same plug things installed in her limbs as she seemed to in canon shed probably need replacements if they happened when she was young enough and grew significantly since then.
also my mom used to work in the brain-computer interface industry and well. to get really any level of highly detailed or accurate data, let alone on the scale youd need to fully interface with the entire brain, you would absolutely need to have direct access to the brain rather than trying to go through the skull. theres no way this girl doesnt have a port of some kind implanted in her head for the core to directly connect to her brain.
hell maybe it doesnt wanna deal with biological organs and the problems that might arise from them. no big deal itll just have them replaced!
Aaaaagh dude i love your asks. Galaxy brain asks from my galaxy friend mutual.
Anyway. Yes i I have thought quite a bit about Marcy's whole deal. What Andrias cares about is her brainnnn that blob of grey matter that's somehow a biological supercomputer. He has no qualms in eventually getting rid of the body and keeping the brain in a jar, immortalized as an invaluable piece of hardware with the help of some shadowfish biotechnology (shhh lemme tell you a secret: he actually does care for her and love her and takes no joy in hurting her. He just doesn't love her enough to save her :3). Anyway, unfortunately, when he found this thing, her brain was surprisingly underseveloped. He had a vague awareness that the unfortunate coincidence of bipedism and viviparity so characteristic of homo sapiens resulted in them giving birth to useless, half-developed fetuses (as opposed to fully mature, egg-born pollywogs), but surely, by age three, a human would be more mature, right? He checked his archives on alien biology and, indeed, no. An average human's brain isn't fully developed until around age 25. Marcy may be smart, but she's still, by all accounts, a homo sapiens pollywog. He consults the Core. The Core wants a host. They want a body, and they want this brain. They will do with just the brain, is Andrias is too useless to secure them the body, but even if they're willing to wait for another body (stronger, bigger, more amphibian) to come around eventually, they know it won't work as well as with the original brain-body combination.
He decides to raise Marcy to be 25. He keeps her mind sharp and body healthy, or as healthy as possible. She undergoes many week-long sessions unconscious and connected to all sorts of wires as tubes. It's so normal for her, that by age 6 she knew how to get on top of the plataform or into the tank without falling, and how to put on her own oxygen mask. She always woke up feeling weak and hungry when it was over, and with one killer headache, but her dad always held the biggest fests for her with all her favorite food when it was over! She always looked forward to her sessions. Like a dog.
In these sessions, she would undergo several procedures. There's mossman, shadowfish and amphibian biotechnology involved. The point is to 1) make her brain Core-friendly - if it has many dimensions that would make things easier! And 2) translate the data from the Core into something that can be run in a biological machine. For which they need to understand and explore said machine. She only has one port, in the back of her neck, hidden by her long hair. It connects straight into her spine and her brain. In essence, these are fitting sessions. The Core is trying out their new house. Ever since she was little, they actually did use her brain to run tests and perform different functions. Most of the times it was mostly to study it, but as she grew older, they began using her whenever a function required too much energy, whenever something that would take forever to load with its own equipment, would render almost instantly with hers. They never left any data behind, erasing all evidence of their presence, and they never fully transported anything to this new extension, using only copies of data with the original files safe in the Core. The point is to leave the Core behind eventually and fully move on to this new computer, but not yet.
A few funny side effects!
Her blood is slowly growing more and more green as the years pass. This actually has less do to with brain stuff, and more as early preparation for eternal youth and immortality. It's mean to make her last longer. When she first meets Anne at age 10 - 11, her blood is a brown-ish color, but by the time things blow up when she's like 13-14, it's just a gross green. Her kidneys filter it out with time and her blood returns to its original red color, and Anne and Sasha see her real skin color for the first time, since before she always had this weird green tint, but they didn't know enough about humans to tell it wasn't normal. Seeing her blush red instead of green for the first time is kinda magical.
Migraines! Especially after a session. Especially when she does something the Core wouldn't like, because despite how hard they try to erase their traces, Marcy's most primal survival instincts remember.
More indirect effect but going several weeks a year without eating can't be good for her. It makes her feel very tired, dizzy and weak, even if she's eating normally, because three days ago she was starving.
The port in the back of her neck itches a lot. After becoming queen, she asked the royal physician that put it her to remove it, but he was scared of leaving her paralyzed, since it was so deeply fused with her nervous system. Sasha still thinks she should've had the guy publicly excecuted or something.
Idk if it counts but ?? Andrias wouldn't touch her if she was sick, so Olivia often found ways to give her a fever in secret or something to spare her. She did it to protect her, but it does mean Marcy spent a big deal of her childhood in bed, recovering from a session or a light illness.
The Core communicates with her nervous system through electric signals, and even thought they don't want to harm it, they still make her muscles contract a lot so she feels super sobre afterwards lots of muscle pain all the time.
There is no helmet in this one. No indirect connection. When Andrias puts the Core in Marcy, he goes all the way. Straight into her brain! They got a new PC :3
#raised in amphibia au#amphibia#marcy wu#my posts#king andrias#the core#marcy harm#whump#just!!#she's just a piece of meat to them! literally!!#a piece of grey matter with a case of flesh and bone protecting it and supplying nutrients to it#to the Core Marcy's body is little more than a set of cables and connections keeping the Computer alive#transporting energy and oxygen and all that. something easily replaceable#it's so different from how Anne and Sasha see it - ''Marcy'' and ''Marcy's body'' as the same thing.#something to kiss and hug and protect. marcy is her hair when Anne ruffles it. her arms when Sasha teaches her to hold a sword#she's her feet when she trips and stumble and they catch her and when she happily runs towards them with all the grace of a newborn calf#it's the way she pinches her eyebrows and purses her lips when she's concentrated#her heart when she holds Sasha to her chest because she remembers Anne liked this - a warm hug. something amphibians can't give#but humans can#and it's incredibly how comforting it is. how hearing those steady beats can calm her#she's her hands when they write or flap or give Anne one terrible hairstyle after the next. even though Anne loves feeling them against her#scalp. loves the closeness. she never liked her grandfather or siblings touching her hair - she loved them but... they were a bit... slimy#marcy's hands are soft and dry and warm and clean#she's her eyes when they light up at the promise of knowledge#or a puzzle to solve#or a game to play#or when she sees her two loves#she's her smile when they kiss her. when Anne picks her up and spins her around and Sasha grabs her bridal style or carries her on her back#she'll be safe as long as she's with them :) right? :)
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skunkes · 4 months ago
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actuallycassidyiambusy · 6 months ago
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There is approximately a 5.3 second window to explain why he's awake right now.
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scribbyizhere · 6 months ago
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hey do you want to unlearn the training that made you a human weapon with your brothers and your childhood hero/inspiration
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sysig · 14 days ago
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Data is stored in the right eye (Patreon)
#Doodles#Helix#Max Vyer#SCII#Damned#ZEX#Vargas#Edgar#UT#Handplates#Gaster#All the lads in one post dangin'#Error: File location could not be retrieved#Starting to break the thoughts up into crunchy littler pieces - not quite of Funny yet but away from Just Ow And Nothing Else#Max is enough of a blorbo to have earned my very first ''Let's take Ibuprofen together'' meme lol#I wonder how often he gets headaches... We know he doesn't fall into the ''idiots never catch colds'' category haha#That second one is actually from a while-while ago! Back when I drew a few short-haired Max - or ZEX in his body in this case#He really does look so much like ZEX's military-cut human form ahh#He wouldn't be green here though haha#His poor hair#Not the first time I've drawn Diaryfic!Edgar and Damned!ZEX together but I think the first one I've posted?#Nothing goes well with these men with other men in their heads who lose their right eyes and end up in a mental facility after writing in a#The most specific parallels - I am endlessly enamoured by parallels#They've both go scars on their face/heads and injuries elsewhere as well...#They need to explore each other to better understand themselves I think /hj#Gaster's situation also applies! He had no way of backing up the data without it corrupting but hmmh#I even mentioned in one of the Handplates sets how sad I was that the skelebros memories are fully gone with no Gaster-backup#Would it also come up junk data or [NULL] - not that any of his storage is left either apart from his and Alphys' program on their phones#Still thinking about him wanting to collect data on the boys' glitch abilities - a way to engage with and understand the world#Recognize self in the other etc. etc.
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kacievvbbbb · 5 months ago
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Mihawk finally gives in and agrees to sail with Shanks and half his first day aboard the red force is spent learning that no actually, ships don’t just sail on vibes .
And the second half is spent deciding that Mihawk shouldn’t be allowed to map out routes because while their sure they’d somehow magically get there nobody actually knows what the fuck island 30 degrees left of the rock where seagull 368 lands at 2pm every Wednesday and Saturday to fluff its feathers means.
Building Snake is following him around observing then hastily scratching down notes in a notepad. Shanks has once again denied his request to study Mihawk under a microscope
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tstain-is-an-idiot · 1 month ago
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doodled some insect idk
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bumblingbabooshka · 2 years ago
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Tuvok & T’Pel at their Koon-ut-la: May peace and bliss follow them forever.
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Love how T’Pau is sitting down for this. Tuvok & T’Pel’s ceremony was presided over by a local but well-respected priestess because not everyone has the sway to get a stateswoman. Also, I count this more as an approximation of engagement than marriage since they’re established to have a whole marriage-or-challenge thing as adults later on. After the ceremony Tuvok and T’Pel were each given a seed and instructed to plant them side by side in the temple’s garden. When they returned to the temple for their marriage proper whatever they’d planted there that day would be in full bloom.  After that they played- uh...I mean...bonded with one another until their parents had to drag them away kicking and screaming. A fact which neither pair of parental units will ever let them quite forget much to their joint embarrassment.
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doom-dreaming · 8 months ago
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the "writing" process is like. writes half a page. flips back to the outline. researches the average growth rate of human hair to make sure your timeline works. writes another paragraph. needs a name for a character. detours to name websites for two hours, compiling a list you can pull from in the future. writes another sentence.
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