#i am mearly the vessel!

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

song for the fic!!

"C'mon Pony, you know this." Darry can feel himself gettin' agitated. He wasn't meant to be a teacher. He didn't have the patience. He sighs, stands up from the table 'n runs a hand down his neck. The more frustrated he gets the antsier Pony became. Maybe they both just needed a break.

"I just don't get it!" Pony slams his pencil against the table 'n drops his head into his hands. Darry rolls his eyes, crosses over to the sink 'n tries his best to bite back on an almighty sigh. Glory, the kid was prone to dramatics.

It certainly didn't help that it was, for all accounts 'n purposes, a beautiful day. Probably the first warm one of the year. Soda 'n Steve, on a rare day off, were hangin' around the house, Two comin' to join in sometime after lunch. 'N it was clearly makin' Pony fidgety. But if the kid hadn't wanted to spend the weekend at the kitchen table, he should have done his goddamn homework last night when Darry had told him to.

Darry blows out a long breath, white knuckles the sink. The kid wasn't workin' his nerves on purpose. He was just frustrated.

The windows open 'n the kind of soft breeze they waited all winter for 'n dreaded missin' once the summer set in is whisperin' around the curtains. Soda's out in the yard, crouched down in the dirt, Steve 'n Two hoverin' over him. Steve's got his face all screwed up in disgust 'n Two's grinnin' so hard his mouth hurts. Darry sighs, some kind of longin' for bein' a kid crawlin' unpleasantly up his throat.

Pony, who'd been peekin' out at him from between his fingers, presses his palms against his eyes 'n groans. "C'mon, Dar, I'll do it later. I promise." He blinks up at Darry with big, wide eyes 'n Darry frowns at him sternly. He'd give anythin' to just let the kid rip the stupid math homework in half 'n call it a day.

"No, Pony, you said that last night. In fact, I remember you promisin' up 'n down you wouldn't bitch about it today if I let you go to the drive-in." Pony at least has the decency to look a little sheepish but he doesn't stop him from lettin' out a long, wordless whine. "C'mon, let's get it done."

Outside, Steve yowls 'n Two cackles. Both of them glance to the window again. It didn't matter how many years separated them, there's a common thread that connects them: the ache of missin' out on the first day of summer when the laughter slides under the door 'n the sun beats down onto that faded square on the wood floor 'n you'd do anythin' to throw on untied shoes 'n run out into the street, knowin' that there'd always be someone waitin' on the porch for you.

Glory, how had their parents done it?

"Look, just finish up this sheet." He wasn't as strong as their ma. 'N he would never claim to be. Pony pouts but sits up again, puttin' his pencil back to the paper. "So, if you-"

"Oh, you won't." Soda giggles from the lawn 'n Steve yowls.

"So if you-"

"Oh, I will." Someone tackles the other to the ground. A heap of freckled laughter rollin' around 'n grindin' grass stains into fresh white shirts.

"If you carry the one here-"

"I double dog dare ya!" That phrase never bode well in the Curtis gang 'n it's just enough excuse for Darry 'n Pony to blink at each other once 'n race to the front door. Pony gets there first, swingin' the screen hard against the house 'n trippin' out onto the creakin' porch. Darry's not far behind him.

Steve's got grass in his dark hair, vest bunched up high around his waist, legs stretched in front of him in the leaves, scowlin' at Soda in disgust 'n pure, childhood curiosity. The kind you get when you'd dare a friend to ride down the hill everyone was a lil' too scared to try 'n a little too proud to admit 'n watch as, for a moment, he rode on air. The closest a kid could ever get to the back of a lightnin' bolt. 'N then he'd bail 'n break his leg 'n you'd suddenly realize there was a reason everyone was scared of that ol' hill.

Two's on his knees, grass stains smudged across the places where they dig into the dirt, a dollar scrunched up in his fist, face split in eager anticipation.

Glory, Darry thinks suddenly, I remember when I'd've done anythin' for a dollar.

'N he had.

He glances down at Pony, the wind pushin' his bangs off his forehead 'n thinks about that hot July day a ten-year-old Soda 'n a thirteen year old Darry had convinced Pony that if he jumped off the porch railin' with a sheet he'd fly.

He'd busted his mouth. Darry 'n Soda had hastily paid him every nickel to their names in the form of hush money. Seven dollars 'n thirty-two cents.

God. But that had been a million years ago.

"Soda?" Pony calls 'n Soda whips around. He's danglin' a worm, wrigglin' 'n squirmin', over a mouth stained with strawberries 'n grinnin' wide, toothy smiles.

Hadn't Darry done that once? Caked fingers in mud 'n scraped soil from his nails? Had laughed 'n swallowed ants off the sidewalk whole for nothin' but the chance to stick out his tongue 'n say he had?

"Bleugh Soda that's gross!" Pony leaps the railin', swingin' his body straight up 'n over 'n for a second Darry could swear he was flyin'. 'N he lands on his feet 'n tackles Soda straight to the ground 'n for a second Darry cringes 'n thinks God, he was never gettin' those stains out 'n Pony's gotta get that math done 'n they were all too old to be horsin' around in the dirt like boys.

But then Soda's howlin' 'n he's lookin' over Pony's bony shoulder 'n grinnin' so wide it's like he was seven again, too many teeth in his mouth 'n too many feelin's in his heart 'n Steve 'n Two-Bit are laughin' 'n jumpin' in 'n Darry stops thinkin' about all of it.

He hops the railin' 'n when he lands he doesn't bail. It was the first real day of summer. Everythin' else could wait.

[searsage]

"I am unharmed Robin, Ryley is not psycally capable of injuring my vessel without aid of appropriate equipment." Al-an admitted quickly, hoping to sooth her nerves, but easily he could see Robin was beyond placation..

"Yeah, well you seemed damn well ready to knock his damn head off! He must have struck some nerves…" His human snapped, he could almost taste the high levels of cortisol on her breath..

"…I would not have killed your human companion-" Al-an began carefully however this admission mearly pulls a sarcastic scoff from the irate researcher.

"Are you sure about that? Or do you need to examine the shreds in my arm?!" Robin scowled exasperatedly, still Al-an was quick to agree to this offer even if she was not being literal…

"Yes..please allow me to assess the damage I inflicted, I would have tended to it myself-" his plea is of course met with rejection..

"No, I already took care of it." It was clear the haphazard bandages clinging to her arm were ineffective in stanching the blood blooming accross its once white fabric.

"Vary well…" Al-an agrees, but only for the moment, it will still need need to be accounted for..but Robin was unwilling at the moment, pressuring her further would only result in her coiling tighter..

"The best thing you could have done was leave.." Robin stops to just breath, no doubt the his stressed companion was experiencing the drop of her adrenaline and with it the pain..

"We have more immediate things to worry about." Her clipped reasoning stings but mostly because he recognizes she was right, his temper had already needlessly sacrificed so much precious time…

Al-an's gaze drifts to the blood splattered egg, the pungent scent of his human's blood was not the only one filling the room..

"You said you could help, well what's the plan big guy, this little one won't last the night if we don't come up with something, I have some ideas but…" Robin sighed, her gaze now trained on the breached egg..

"Of course, place it here." Al-an agreed quietly, stifling the despair surfacing across his carapace, they needed to work fast.

This close he could finally access the damage properly, the protective layer of the egg was seemingly gouged, the gelatinous albumen protecting the fetus breached and torn as well, much fluid had escaped due to this wound.

[dereality]

🏘 Does anyone want to know anything about me? Should I make a pinned? Should I write something and post it? Is it worth it? Or am I just a vessel for images? Am I mearly a link on a website, or a blog you follow on your phone? Do I still exist? Did I ever? Was I even human to begin with? 🏘

[planeturi]

this painting is a result of adhd hyperfocus. i had jellyfish on my mind and the painting possessed me to be made. i am not the artist of it but mearly the vessel for its creation

[pastel oils, acrylic paint and puffy/3d paint)

[thatssopaigey]

Anxious

Dear anxiety ,

Hello again

We’ve been here before

You’re big and scary

And you make my chest feel like it’s on fire

Swallowing mouthfuls of air

Gasping for breath

My skin is stretched taught across my body

And my lungs are three foot under water

Dear anxiety,

Stop trying to make your home within me

I am mearly a vessel for your distress

You take over

And then I can’t do anything

My legs are shaking

Knees ready to buckle

The embarrassment

The shame you make me feel

When I didn’t do anything wrong

You make me question everything

Dear anxiety,

Im tired of living with you

It’s like renting out your brain

To an annoying Tennent that won’t shut up

Well guess what here’s your eviction notice

@thatssopaigey

PBS

[simplysparrow14]

The Introduction of Skeksa and Amri

I’ve had this idea in my brain for awhile of how Season 2 could introduce Skeksa and Amri into the storyline. This is a headcanon of sorts, but if it somehow becomes true then call be a phrophet, becuase i know everything!

season 2 better introduce Skeksa and Amri in the most dramatic, pirate way possible. 

(This can also be a perfect opportunity to introduce Amri, since Season 1 didn't have a chance too. I’m not too well-versed in the J.M Lee books as I’ve only read book 1, but I’ve read from snippits/other tumblr posts that Amri likes to boast and flirt on occation.  I know he’s a soft bean, but I just like that thought of a pompus, kind-of-dickish Amri that slowly starts to become the small bean we see in the novels. If anyone who’s read the books can tell me if I got Amri’s nature down right) 

imagine--> Our heroes (Brea, Kylan, Naia, Gurjin, Rian, Hup, Seladon and A very weak Darkend Deet), tied up to their the railing/mast of the pirate ship.  Rian and Gurjin, with Kylan between them, are tired by their wrists to hooks strung up on the Shrouds (The Spiderweb ropes commonly found on ships).  Naia and Brea  and Seladon are tied to latches bolted to the railings. Hup, unfortunately, Is tied upside down, being swung back and forth by a pair of Gelfling triplets who find amusement in the podlings apparent motion sickness. 

No one has touched Aughra, who sits with her cane on a small barrel near the girls.  No one would dare come close to the old crone, for fear of the wrath from her eight-and-a-half-fingers. 

Deet, due to her uncontrollable powers, and the fact that the ship is a living breathing ecosystem, is put into a close-knit metal cage, hanging off the edge of the ship by a hook above the raging sea.  Deet can bairly keep her eyes open, what with the darkening coursing within her draining her of energy.

Everyone is dishevel and sweaty and groggy from being unconscious for hours 

Surrounding them, Gelfling not of Sifa, or any other clan, origin, sneer and smirk at them from every corner of the ship. Some dangle from the large sail mast, others on the railings. A group sit on a cluster of old barrels, while a few stand on the main deck. Every Gelfling had a weapon within his or her hand, ready to brandish them at any sign of struggle.  Scars mar their bodies. At their feet, Fizzgigs and other creates growl with anticipation of a new snack. 

At the very front of the group,  A grotton with a half-shaved head and blue cloak stands with a high-and-mighty energy to him. At his hip, a vapran sword gleams in the light. He whips it out, using the blade to point to each of our heroes. 

He addresses his crew with bravato, walking slowly up to the group “Very good, everyone! A fine catch from the Silver Sea. Now, lets see what treasures we’ve dragged in from the surf...”

Moving swiftly, he digs the blade into Rian’s neck. Rian growls as the blade shines against his face. Amri casts a smirk at him, amusement dancing within the black pools of his eyes.  “A Pretentious Stonewood,”

He points to Kylan, who whimpers as Amri’s sword presses into his cheek. “A cowardly Sprition.... No, wait, a cowardly Half-breed Sprition,” A laugh escapes his chest. “You should really do better to conceal yourself. Your Stonewood ears are showing.”

He barely looks at up as he walks past, not bothering to stop the triplets from their playitme.  “A disgusting Podling,”

He turns to Gurjin, drawing his blade across the drenches large forehead.  “ A flat-footed Drenchen,”. He swipes the blade off Gurjins forehead swiftly, leaving a faint but noticeable red mark. 

“And his flat-footed Sister!” A roar of laughter erupts from the crowd of gelfling. Amri moves closer to Naia, pressing his blade under her chin. Naia’s gills quiver in anger, a soft rattling sound echoing from her neck. Amri’s brows knit in concentration. “Flat-flooted, yes, but... better looking by a considerable margin.”

A rush of heat rushes to Naia’s cheeks. Gurjin squirms against his ropes, muttering under his breath. 

Amri ignores Gurjins insults as he moves to Brea and Seladon. With his blade, he taps Seladon’s new All-Maudra Crown. “The Traitorous All-Maudra,” Then turns to to Brea. “And her transgressor sister.” 

“You stole that Vapran Sword,” Brea notes, her eyes falling to the bejeweled hilt. 

“Oh this? I’d say Stolen is a strong word. I like the term, Generously donated to be a much better alternative.”

Beside them, Aughra huffs and ‘Bahs’ as Amri walks in from of her. “It seems we have Mother Aughra on our vessel. The Deserter of Gelfling kind,” 

Mother Aughra gives a sneer. “Speak for yourself, You half-shaven fizzgig.  Your grotton. Used to live in caves did you? Now you snort sea-salt with these sun-frenzied lot. Quiet the contrast. Come any closer with that stick-- and I’ll fling you into the waves.” Using her walking stick, she taps Amri’s sword with annoyance. 

Amri growls at Aughra’s words, stepping back a bit away from the old crone, the crowed behind him having quieted to whispers. Turning from Aughra, he makes his way to the railing, grabbing hold of the shrouds and pulling himself up to Deet’s cage. Tapping his sword against the bars, Amri laughs as Deet cowers back a bit from the loud noise. The cage swings horribly over the ocean. Her dark veins glow from her agitated emotions.

“Stop!” Rian yells, struggling against the rope. “Don’t do that--You’ll scare her! Dont!”

Amri looks to Rian. Then to Deet. Then back to Rian. A wide smirk crosses the grottons face. “Oh,” He drawls.  He hops down from the railing, making his way over to Rian, drawing his blade to the Stonewoods neck again. “Would you look at that? it seems as though the Stonewood might have affection for the parasite that poisons the mainland,” With one fell swoop, Amri rakes the blade across Rians neck, drawing a very thin small line that trickles down is skin. Taking the ends of his blue cloak, Amri whips the blade clean before twirling it in his hand. “How romantic,” He sneers, his voice laced with amusement. 

The Gelfling behind Amri whoop with excitement as the captives struggle with their bonds as Amri twirled his blade

“No! Stop!” Deet yelps, thrusting her hand through the bars. The purple veins glow with the hideous purple residue of the darkening. 

“Stay back!” Amri screams, thrusting the blade into the cage, just barely striking Deet. “Parasites who drain the land of life don’t get a say in what I do or not.” Amri says, drawing back his blade. “As long as your feet are planted on his ship. You follow my rules--”

“Amri. Enough.” A voice calls, velvety and smooth. “You’re scaring the grotton. The Emperor specifically asked for her not to be harmed--physical or otherwise.”

The Gelfling go quiet as, with a flourish of her flamboyant long-jacket, A Skeksis emerges from the darkness of the ships cabin. With purple, blue and pink down feathers, a large over-jacket and a feathered hat, the Skeksis looks magnificent, towering over her crew. bravado laces her movements as she strides toward the captive. 

Amri backs away, sheathing his sword with a flourish of his hand. His large ears fall flat to his head “My apologies, Captain. I got a bit too... carried away...”

“As he always does,” A gelfling girl sneers, stroking a battle scared fizzgig. She’s younger then Amri, with tight brides weaved among her reddish-brown hair. 

“Amri always wants to be captain,” Her twin sneers. In her own hands, a pluffm chews on a large scroll. Her hair is shorter then her sister. “But all that Bravado will do him nothing if he cant strike his opponents--”

“Enough,” Skeksa snaps. The girls cower back in fright at the aggravated Skeksis. “You sound like childlings! Silence your mouths, or i’ll gladly stitch it shut for you.”

“Yes, Captain,” The girls say in unison. 

Aughra gives a huff as Skeksa strides toward her. “So, Skeksa, this is where you slinked off too. Cant say its an improvement.”

“Mother Aughra,” Skeksa greets, bending low to Aughra’s eye level. “How wonderful it is too see the incarnate of Thra has returned from her cosmic voyage. I hope it was worth the long absence.”

Aughra grumbles as she taps her staff on the walkway of the ship. “Wouldn't have done you any good. Your little brain would have popped half-way through. But i see now that you’ve done something considerable with your time. Not like your brethren. Not essence-dependent.”

 Skeksa laughs, deep throat and pleasant to the ears. Her purple and pink feathers ruffle in the salty sea-breeze. “My brethren were weaklings; too scared to gain a few scars. Too scared of death to face it head on.  I am nothing like them.”

“Bold words to say, considering you’ve answers the Emperors request to capture down Gentle Deet in order to take her back to the castle. You say you are nothing like them-- but just as plainly as the feathers on your wrinkled head, i can see that you are far from being different”

Skeksa sighs as she lifts herself to her full height. Hands behind her back, she walks slowly to Deets cage. “ Mother Aughra, I do what i must-- if not for the mainland gelfling; then to my crew. The mainland dies due to the power that rushes through the grottons veins. It effects everything--even the skeksis who live within the castle. How can i sit back when the dakrneing that leaks from gentle Deets body threatens to poison our world? I am mearly doing what is nessisary for Thra.” 

“Necessary for you. Not to Thra.” Aughra retorts. 

Skeksa chuckles. Moving her hand through the bars and using a claw, she lifts Deets head to look at her. Deets eyes are a deep purple, blurry with Darkned-fever.  Her breathing is labored, and as far as Skeksa can see, the veins are a deeper purple then before. Skeksa flicks the claw away, creating a red line under Deets jaw. “Quiet the contrary, old crone. You left to bring Knowledge to Thra-- tell me again how that turned out?”

Aughra says nothing. 

Skeksa cant help but chuckle again. “That’s what I thought.” With a violent push of her hand, Skeksa batters the cage, sending it swinging back and forth violently. “Gelfling, To Cera-Na!”

“To Cera-Na!” The gelfling echo as every gelfling scrable to their places within the ship. Gelfling climb up ropes and masts, going this way and that as they prepare the ship for departure. Brandishing their knives, Several cut down Rian, Gurjin and Kylan, catching them before they can fully hit the floor.

 Rian struggles violently as he is carted off, his hands bound behind his back.  “Deet! Deet! Let me go! Let! Me! Go! Noo! Deet!”

“Rian!” Deet screams, watching as a hatch is lifed up from the floor and the Stonewood is thrown in, followed by the deep yelp of Gurjin and Kylans whimper. Hup is thrown inside as well, his tiny body hitting the floor harshly before the hatch is closed. “Rian!”

Amri, his sword in hand, beats the cage one more time,silencing Deet. With a smirk, he makes his way to stand at Skeksa’s side. 

Brea, Seladon and Naia are cut from the railings. They’re dragged forcefully into the cabin. Aughra is left to walk herself, no one daring to touch her as she takes a swipe here and there at the Gelfling as she walks to the cabin. 

Skeksa surveys her ship, at the hustle and bustle of Gelfling as the vessel takes off through the silver surf. 

[strengthandjoy]

What really matters

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but please don’t skip this post.

I know you are thinking as you read this, ugh another one of these. But please really think as you read this.

You are beautiful.

I know you most likely won’t believe me but you really are. You are an incredible human being that can do amazing things. You don’t deserve to be stuck with this horrid and painful eating disorder. You are much better than it.

It might be screaming at you right know to just skip this post, hurry! Scroll past it and look at skinny girls. This post isn’t worth your time to read. But tell it to shut up. Its controlling and manipulating. You may know that. Challenge it. Fight back. I know how hard it is. To silence the voice for even a minute. It is relentless. A screaming and booming voice in your skull. Sometimes it might be quieter and more in the back of your head, but it is always there whispering lies. It is not the boss of you though it might say it is. YOU are the boss of you NOT the voice.

You are stronger. I know you. You are a fighter and brave. So brave for fighting back. It will feel uncomfortable and like you are breaking an ancient law.

You are probably thinking that I am one of those annoying positive people who think that they can change everything. I can’t change anything. But I can help you decide to change and get help you deserve. Only you can decide to get help. I can only help you.

So what do you really want. Deep down what do you want?

Your ed will say, to be skinny of course. That was a dumb question. You know what, this is a stupid post skip it. Go look at thin people and, by the way, you should be ashamed of yourself.

But your ed isn’t you. Think deep down. Don’t get tricked by the voice’s toxic words. Do you want happiness? To help people? To be known as the person who served others? To have friends? Only you can answer that question. Block out the voice that says losing weight will be the solution to everything. It won’t.

Recovery is something that is very hard and I’ll admit, scary. Change is scary. Getting out of the “safeness” of ed and into world of uncertainty. But you deserve to not be bound to a life surrounding numbers. Imagine waking up one day and be excited to a new day to learn and explore and help without the whispers of numbers and insults in the back of your head. To be truly Free.

I am still waiting for that day. But the thought of it. The freedom is what is keeping me going and not falling back. I had many relapses and just went though one. I got out because of that small sliver of hope of days not consumed by thoughts of my body and fear of being judged.

You may think you don’t derserve recovery. But why? Your ed with say you aren’t thin enough. That you need to earn treatment.

You are hurting and in pain. It’s not normal to wake up and be engulfed with thoughts of your body weight and food. I never was underweight. You wouldn’t never would have guessed i had an ed. But I wasn’t in a good space.

Your weight doesn’t determine your worth for recovery. You deserve it. I am asking you, no, begging you to find help. You are worth SOOO much more than your body. (don’t listen to that voice that may be yelling at you that I am lying. I’m not. your ed is trying to convince you to keep it but you are worth more than your ed) Your body is just a vessel for you to show who you really are inside. You bring joy in this world if you see it or not. Please I hope you see that within you there is stil a fighter that wants to escape this living hell of an ed. Deep deep down you want get better. To truly live instead of just mearly surviving. Please seek help.

So what really matters at the end? I believe that experiences and happiness really matter. When you look back on your like 20 years from now what do you want to remember? Mostly joy and happiness, (of course there will be some grief and sadness but that is just life) or pain and numbness. Be honest with yourself. Don’t say what your ed wants you to say. Say what you really want.

Recovery is possible even if right now it seems as impossible as a new color. I know there is a lot of triggering stuff on TikTok and on YouTube. Don’t click on that video or scroll as fast as you can away from those toxic stuff. Seek help. Really think about why you are doing this. It isn’t worth all the pain the comes along. Please find help. Also if you have made it this far. I am so proud of you. I know this is annoyingly long but I feel like it needs to be to get everything out I need to say.

Do the opposite of what ed voice says. Why does it control you? It doesn’t. Take charge. Enjoy life. Have fun. Be good and kind to people (yes that means you too). Be brave. Seek help.

Recover.

[thecoreofashapple]

Elements My soul Root Sacrum Solar Is fire My heart root Is earth My throat is water my root is water My thirds eye is is all encompassing Today my crown is fire Wanting to purify reincarnate cleans and take control of the vessel and it’s insecurity I Am not but one element I am not but one source I am at my best adaptive Able - ambitious - artistic and an advocate for those who are admits there biggest challenge. I am able to align their deepest desires and within mearly a a single energetic field of eye contact, body language or silence of word but speaking of soul be a light worker so to say, a confirmation, a sign, Guidance or a push that they have been needing and not even aware of. In order For me To see Feel Hear And know These messages Are theirs And not my own I must tune in to source In a different But possible More selfless And fearless way Then ever before I must name The spirit inside me Who is me But is my higher power The me Who tastes All of Life And can find myself I my in losing myself That when this sense of my intuitive creative self comes Forth , I may take the space she / it needs In order to fully let the messages The words And the knowing come into fruition

[pikethehedgehog]

Humans are wierd

Its been three moon cycles since the humans left their world. Some are still weeping at the loss of their planet.

Had our observation fleet not picked up the signals from that dark sector they would all surely be dead by now as the planet known as Earth has been destroyed by nuclear wars and the moons partial destruction. The survivors are of different cultures and skin tones with communication between them varying immensly i dont see them reforming any time soon.

The vessel i am on currently has 6 of these earthlings 4 mature and 2 younglings. The 2 adults with XY DNA have been watching our crew and have tried to communicate with us about food and shelter, its difficult as we have not logged their language or translated it to our own yet. We know the names of them now Jack, Barbra, Sam, Cassidy. The Barbra and Cassidy seem to be the room caretakers and may have been medics or have partial training. One of the Sam is always with books and we believe he is a scholar as he doesnt speak much, Jack is also quiet but he has a hunters eyes they are a peircing brown that has stopped all the crew in fear.....

As communication becomes better so does the earthings moods. They have all asked to help about the ship. Sam and Jack both take shifts cooking and radar watching and are now known to us as men. Barbra and Cassidy are known as women and have taught us much on unarmed combat with the men helping. The children are excelent in learning different languages i am truely happy to see them become translators as they mature as most communicators get busted on difficult space paths or get destroyed in warfare...

Its been a moon since they came aboard and they are terrifying. In our cargo bay they have put together a training room for a game called capture the flag. They try to play with the crew but we simply cant keep up or fight them are all humans like this!? Simply the game is to capture a cloth and return it to the base but they know everything. The teams have always been the humans against the crew but the game favors the humans.. Its absolutly enjoyable to the extreme but no matter what the always win. I will put this in human terms to describe the crew we have 2 chameleon humanoids a rock gollum 3 liquid arachnids and myself that take part in the games. The first play of the night started off easily enough with us facing only the children Max and Andre. I forgot to state the twost they add is no projectiles but rubber paint sticks and knives are fine. They tag the xlicons "chameleons" with paint stating they cant hide now they rush sj'onk and leap him using the web particulates along the walls as foot holds but as they are about to succeed in taking the flag andre gets caught in the web of a Slthn and he just laughs HE LAUGHS these are creatures known for the pain the web itself induces and he just laughs as Max takes the flag She gets half of the way back before i state captured and hold their flag at our base. Next was a real test. Jack and Sam were up and after 'Go' was called Jack PICKED UP sj'onk and just tossed him into the 3 slthn taking them all out of the game and in need of medical, for reference Jack and Sj'onk are about the same build and frame, at this time Sam has dissapeared Xij and Cur as well. i have truly underestimated them as he re appears with them both with rope around their feet that leaves me and i have no special talent as my comrades had. I mearly concede defeat.. To my suprise i see the humans take them all to medical after the games Jack is joking that he may have went a little overboard with Sj'onk as he himself has a bandage around his wrist and shoulder. These humans are not to be taken lightly command but i feel even from these 3 moons that they will be a great ally to us in the future

[wayward-fun-collector]

Who and what are you?

A Very Good Question, My Anonymous Connatural! Well Deserving Of A Good Answer:

I Am Known As Vessel.

This Is Not My Name, Mearly A Word That I identify With And Thus Choose To Respond To.

As For What I Am?

I Identify As A Cybernetic Abomination, These Days.

[the-ross-winchester]

My View on My Body

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